[ if only bakugou knew his flustered anger and empty threats at the sign of affection made him even more— enticing.
kacchan acting like sending sexy pictures wouldn't be a bold invite to have someone pleasure themselves to it. what did he expect denji to do? send him a 👍 and then talk about the weather? the hero knows what he was doing and he's not fooling anyone! however, all taunts are welcomed because they don't mean shit when he's having fun, and he sure did have a special time with those pictures.
they're back in their rooms; the celebration is over and the half-devil is still relishing the aftermath of such an eventful night. he took a shower, brushed his teeth, and got into a cozy t-shirt and sweatpants. it's a bit too early to sleep, but he's too tired to go out as well— denji ends up chilling on his bed reading a comic book, headphones on while blasting some mad music.
he gets a text soon after from the birthday boy, a bit surprised he's still awake. bakugou had the habit of a 65-year-old who goes to bed at 8:00 pm sharp. ]
[it's not like it's going to take him that long to figure it out...
while bakugou doesn't explicitly know what denji's doing with his pictures, he's also not an idiot when it comes to knowing what those pictures sent look like. the lack of pants, the low rim of the counter, a half-hiked shirt, of course he knows he's showing his body off as well as the shirt, and to someone he knows likes him, physically too.
just... not gonna think about it... much... in the meantime... denji jerking off...
oy! he goes to his room at 9pm most of the time and is asleep by 10pm like a NORMAL healthy person! then again, bakugou usually gets up around 5:30am, so the same 7 to 8 hours of sleep are had. that's healthy amount of sleep.
[ not that denji ever needs to be updated with his whereabouts, since aki is a grown ass man and can do whatever he wants, yet his friend makes it a routine to share every single detail when he can. it's cute, but also - very much an anxious habit. denji didn't want to give the impression that he couldn't cope with being alone for too long.
back to bakugou- ]
we can continue the celebration by reading some fun comics together 😎
[it would make sense for denji to invite his friend to live with him in the same space. bakugou wouldn't consider doing that with todoroki or midoriya. he needs his own space and doesn't want someone else cluttering it. unless there's a relationship thing going on; then he'd make... exceptions. exceptions meaning "training" his partner.
bakugou makes a face at the text, but it's not a bad idea? he used to read comics when he was a kid. though there aren't any hero comics around... hm.]
[ the only relationship they had going on was confusion and anxiety with a sprinkle of fear on top of it. then again, denji didn't want to get too deep into it; bakugou knew how complicated it was without sharing too many details. plenty of unresolved shit but they somehow coexist with each other. is it healthy? god knows. not the hero's problem. ]
we'll read the superheroes one.
[ implying he had other flavors within his collection but he knew to pick the one that would be, at least, acceptable to bakugou. he's such a gentleman. ]
[a dorm room versus and apartment home would have a definite effect on whether someone can tolerate living with another person. bakugou knows the two boys' relationship was complicated, but he doesn't know how close aki and denji were during their time together, or even where they're at right now (asides from even more complicated).
but he doesn't think the blonde was... you know... getting frisky with the raven. and even if he was, that's not bakugou's business to know or even mind. he knows all about unresolved shit though, having had plenty with midoriya.]
now you're really trying to flatter me.
[bakugou knows denji has other genres, but hey, he's not going to turn down sampling some other world's superhero offerings and see how it stacks up.]
... are you trying to figure out if we're fucking or not?
[ listen, denji is all about being forward and it kinda, sorta felt like bakugou miiiight be asking about this? if not, well— he's about to fuck up another conversation between them. he likes to believe the hero is used to his attitude by now so whatever.
he rolled his eyes with a smirk. of course he's trying to flatter him, it's a normal reaction towards someone you're attempting to woo. then again, denji wouldn't be too fake about it. all comics are equally fun to read. ]
[all he was doing was innocently seeing what kind of living situation denji used to have with aki versus now! an apartment versus a room. god dammit, denji. not everything's dealing with sex! what a pink brain this boy has.
luckily bakugou is used to denji's pervy tilt towards things; it's no different than denji being used to bakugou's explosive temper and responses.
he'd argue the "equally" fun to read part, but that's something they can contrast later. bakugou's heading out of his room now, bringing a bag of things with him. change of clothes, toiletry bag, bottled water, blanket. the normal sleepover set.]
[ didn't denji clarify that he wanted to explore his sexual interest in men with bakugou exclusively? wouldn't it make him a total hypocrite to run off fucking another guy when he made such a big deal persuading the hero instead? it's a different story if he got lucky with another girl, that side of him he's very much aware of, but when it comes to guys— his first experiences will be with bakugou. unless he gets a firm 'no' from his partner, denji will keep trying.
again, no pressure for the hero to match his energy on this. denji has his own agendas and wouldn't expect much from others besides clarity. that's one thing he will always demand from bakugou.
ah. he should clean up his room, pick up the clothes on the floor, and empty bags of potato chips that he promised himself to clean since morning. he should— but he's too comfortable where he's resting. ]
[regardless of what decisions are made here, bakugou doesn't want denji to feel any kind of guilt or issue over what he might've done before he got here. hell if he knows what denji did with aki back home. same as denji not knowing what bakugou might've done with kirishima back in his own world. the answer being "nothing" even if the macho man wasn't shy about dropping an arm around bakugou's shoulder or getting in his personal space either.
but bakugou respects denji's want to explore those masculine interests with him solo. even if it was kind of stated in a vague way that had the blonde thinking more along the lines of... kissing and such. how's that explain the naked grinding and making out in the shower? he's doesn't know... but he liked it. denji's not going to get a firm 'no' unless he's fucking exhausted or injured and his partner's a raging horn dog.
boom.
dude. are you seriously inviting bakugou over to your room while it's a mess? YOU'RE GONNA END UP CLEANING!! ah well. fun lesson for denji to learn when the blonde gets to his room.]
it doesn't matter, right? we're starting fresh here.
[ whatever happened in the shower is a start to what denji meant as exploring his curiosity. hmm. perhaps he didn't explain himself too well, huh? it's a little late to re-open that conversation, and he doesn't plan to do it unless bakugou asks for it. in the end, it's not like denji is plotting anything, he's the type to go with the flow. additionally, he's oddly comfortable around bakugou since their moment in the shower— in fact, it triggered something within himself. acceptance? yeah, acceptance that he might be attracted to guys, too.
it's a change he noticed himself around other men as well. he's not as anxious if someone leans in a bit too close. a casual touch on the shoulder didn't make him tense up as before; simple changes here and there. a positive experience can do so much to one person, especially to denji who had nothing but traumas his entire life.
sir, he ain't cleaning shit. accept him the way he is!! ]
a reward for flattering you successfully. you're not easy to impress, you know. i worked sooo hard. i deserve a reward when you get here.
what would happen if you were married, but got dragged here? your spouse wouldn't be here.
[random comment, but the whole "starting new" comment in regards to relationships kicks off a bit of curiosity. besides, denji's someone bakugou feels comfortable enough around to ask questions like that. weird boyish questions that don't have much to do with his usual badass attitude.
denji explained himself well enough to pave the way for their interactions together like that. now it's just a matter of clarifying and expanding on the exploration. just expect a blink and a "haa?" of surprise when kissing and touching escalate into something further. it's not like bakugou's ashamed of his body, nor is he unattracted to denji. still amuses him the guy was so adamant about "not gay" during their first date, and now they've had two... interesting times together.
then again, bakugou's finding out his attractions are also swinging towards guys. he never put much thought into it before, so this is an exploration alongside denji as well.
but if his relationship with denji can help the guy ease up around other guys, then he'll be glad for it. at least until the relationship solidifies. then some guy he doesn't approve of getting too close to denji or touching him in a way bakugou doesn't like is bound to get a defensive, possessive reaction.
CLEAN YOUR FUCKING ROOM!! HE'S NOT SLEEPING ON A BAG OF CRISPS!!]
if i was married or dating someone, i wouldn't cheat on them.
[ denji knew there was a way to get out of the city, so— if he is romantically involved with someone back home and is committed to them, then no ... he wouldn't plan to persuade someone else. though, it's a difficult situation to imagine, considering he had no one and never had the experience to make a solid judgment. however, he still tries to offer the hero some honesty.
well, he still doesn't think he's gay. women are attractive to him, so he must be one of those people who swing both ways. then again, he's not enticed by any other guy besides bakugou. it's a bit confusing to denji— since he still feels straight with a touch of interest on the side solely focused on one guy. here! a brand new sexuality.
the bag of crisps is on the floor, sir. the bed is clean and welcoming ♥ ]
i'll pick. i'll decide when i see you.
[ he's done with pampering the birthday boy and now its back to denji demanding things again. ]
[bakugo didn't have anyone back home, so he likewise wasn't in that situation. but say someone like endeavor got dragged here. the man's married, but finds himself in a different dimension that technically has no bearing on his life back home. if his wife wasn't here, and he has no way of knowing if she ever would be...
it's not like being in another nation, where you know your spouse is still there on the other side of the world, waiting for you to come home, able to talk to you on the phone or video screen "whenever" you want to. what would that be like? especially if, as two of bakugou's friends have proved already, their lives back home are unaware of their other selves here. his mother has no idea her "other son" is fighting kaiju in another realm. she'll never know.
just something to think about as he makes his way to denji's door. it'd be a lie to say he hasn't thought recently about denji's interest in women compared to what he and the half-devil have going on. if they do end up in a more committed relationship, then what? the idea's honestly... not scary, but he has no experience in dating or relationships like that. romance was never part of his life in any positive sense (cause gross, mushy stuff). he wants to be a good experience for denji, the best, someone the other boy can relax with, knowing he's safe from betrayal, abuse, manipulation, abandonment, or anything else denji's experienced at the hands of others before.
okay at least the bed's clean, but guess what you're doing tomorrow. with help. that's right. cleaning the fucking room. a great idea for the weekend. consider it a team-up mission.]
open up.
[THUD! not bothering to knock. just straight up kicks the door.]
[ he had no idea what was going on through bakugou's mind, yet he had a feeling something was up. sorta. this might be the first time denji sensed the series of questions was following a certain pattern, starting from the living situation with aki to ... loyalty. then again, he did bring it up to begin with, insisting that they both should start fresh, and— it just hit him that was an interesting thing to say.
start what? well, he knew he was starting something, this was a new territory in which he had asked bakugou for permission to share it with him, but it never crossed his mind that his partner was equally inexperienced as well. he didn't know why he thought he was the one falling behind here. it might have to do with the sheer confidence the other boy had in knowing what he wants when he wants it and making sure to fucking get it. it felt like the gap between them was a bit too high; with one side established and secured while the other is clawing up the wall in the hope of keeping up.
truth is: denji kinda loves it.
he loved there were no rules to be followed in this game of courtship, and that's how he perceived it. bakugou is still - not within reach, whether the hero is aware of it or not. which is an odd fucking statement considering how close they are but there's still a barrier that denji is eager to break. it's not a matter of whether the half-devil is ready or not, he's ready ... but is bakugou ready for the baggage that will come along? he still doesn't know anything about denji. nothing profound.
it's not like denji is purposely hiding it— he just wants to enjoy this longer ... before it all breaks apart. he wants to enjoy the way he pulls the other boy into the embrace as they greet each other by the door. the way he did not care if they were still, somewhat, out in the corridor and bakugou's arms were busy carrying his belongings for the sleepover. he wants to enjoy having the motivation to smile the way he is right now, eyes close and cheeks warm; this might be the closest identification to what others call 'happiness'. how are they supposed to share such intimacy if bakugou knew the absolute mess of a creature denji is?
he squeezed, sighing, a little more— he then pulled his head back enough and kissed bakugou on the cheek.
happy birthday, katsuki. for real now. since they're finally alone. ]
[honestly it's a musing question that came up because of what denji brought up, but doesn't have much bearing on either of them. neither had a special someone left behind at home, and while both of them had attraction and/or crushes on people here, each other included, there were no claims either.
bakugou's left thinking about the "what if" aspects of relationships when it came to getting shunted off into a new dimension while your original self carried on back home while "you" never existed. denji said "start new" and what the hell does that even cover? life? career? reputation? no one (generally) knew who they were in this new world. they could do whatever they wanted, be whatever they wanted, and no one would know the difference. bakugou could've opted to become a chef in this world (fucking unlikely as it is) and nothing could stop him from that course.
what if you married someone you didn't like, or dated someone but had curiosities about the other gender, or were too much a prude back home to do anything? while denji dwells on his own inexperience at relationships, bakugou's thinking stupid thoughts about unknown potential possibilities. maybe it's best he picks up his pace and gets to denji's room quickly so they can shove those thoughts out of the blonde's spiky head.
there's a mild relief when he kicks the door, alerting his partner that he's arrived before the text even goes out. sure, he'd yell at anyone who kicked his door, but bakugou's never been one for equal treatment in that kind of way. kick his door, get yelled at for being noisy. kick your door, it's because he thought you might've gone deaf so shut up and get moving already. he's a fun ball of logic.]
You- mph! [what the hell, denji?! you don't just open your door and drag someone into a fucking hug! but that's exactly what he does and bakugou finds himself squished up against those ripcord pecs again. bag of stuff hanging off to the side at least. dammit, they're still mostly out in the hallway too.] Get inside, idiot.
[growling at him, he braces a foot and pushes forward, pushing denji backwards into his room, but not trying to break the embrace as an exchange. it's impossible not to notice the way denji's smiling though, a beautiful image with his eyes close and cheeks rounded as he enjoys the moment. there's something pretty damn amazing about the sight, since the half-devil is usually bouncing between haggard tired and a casual kind of calm. maybe a smug little charm of smile. this is the first time bakugou's ever seen him look sunshine happy... and it's pretty cute.
you know, until denji draws back and kisses him on the cheek. it immediately brings heat to bakugou's face and he kicks the door shut behind him.] Grrr... bastard. Trying to squeeze me to death?
[but he does toss his bag to denji's bed so he can get his arm around the other boy's waist for a quick return embrace as well.
...
... and leans in to kiss him on the lips soon after.]
[ look who is overthinking on matters no one can control? tsk tsk. it was bakugou's advice to focus on the present and that's what he should be doing. not that denji would taunt him for it since he does understand how easy it is to spiral into endless thoughts, and how fucking exhausting it can be when you can't stop. if lending an ear would help bakugou find some closure, denji wouldn't mind hearing his partner out for as long as he wants. it's not their first time discussing random topics since they tend to spend long hours together, usually stuck in the car patrolling. this conversation won't be any different.
there is nothing wrong with how he greeted bakugou, yet he expected such a snappy attitude towards it. he didn't care and kept holding him despite the few hisses here and there. ah, he's being pushed back and denji blinks, a bit confused at first before going with the flow. one step back and bakugou takes one forward — until they move further inside and the door is shut. he was about to pull away or glance back at the bag on his bed, somewhat curious about what the hero had brought along. it's a good thing he had a hunch that kept his gaze secured on the other, and as soon as bakugou leaned in, denji met him halfway, and they ... kissed.
this time it was easy, effortless, with less thought behind it. it's interesting how it felt like he was being influenced by sheer instincts; relishing the rare chemistry between them that made him know the right tilt for their lips to compliment one another, no fumbling between trying too hard or being too timid. it was just right. the intent for it to be nothing more than an extension of his greeting, yet denji found himself embracing the other differently now; one arm secured around bakugou's waist while the other hand traced its fingers through those spiky fluffs. yeah, he can get used to this - kissing this boy anytime they felt like it.
without breaking it apart, it was denji's turn to push forward, a single step, before he reached blindly to lock the door with a sharp twist of the key. you know, just in case aki decided he didn't want to lose his brand new virginity with his boyfriend yet and bust in. sorry, it's closed until tomorrow morning. ]
Sooo ... you're not mad, right? [ he mutters under his breath, playfully nibbling on bakugou's lower lip. ] Admit it. Telling everyone made this day special for you.
[ gifts, hangouts, and expression of gratitude— no one would ever hate that, even a grump like katsuki. denji relaxed a bit, still keeping an arm around the other's waist while giving him some breather to move around if he wanted to. it's a messy space (as mentioned before) but the bed didn't fit the cluttered vibe. it might give the impression the bedspreads, duvet cover, and comforters are freshly changed. yeah, he certainly got that done during the texting session. he can't let bakugou put his head on a pillow that smells like hot cheetos. instead, it's a fresh laundry aroma of lavender for the hero's pleasure. ]
Get cozy. Pick a side and a pillow. We can light up some candles, too ...
[he doesn't need an ear lent. he's got a mouth on his own and denji's warm right nearby and anything and anyone else in bakugou's mind goes out the proverbial window. those thoughts can fuck off; there's someone far better here with him. they can have those kinds of stupid conversations while they're sitting in the patrol car, waiting for some dumbass to try to break the law, or driving to the next location. bakugou might be the more focused of the two while they're working, but it's nice to have denji with him during the longer, quiet times. he'd be thinking too much by himself if he weren't. it's more entertaining to have some dumb conversation, at least until his patience for it snapped.
didn't fucking say there was anything wrong! it's just kind of embarrassing to almost get kissed out of the damn apartment door! because he's still not used to pda... yet even as he drives denji back into the room, he's not letting the guy escape from their closeness. today had been a damn whirlwind of people and places, experiences and locations, and while part of him just wants to slam the door and go to sleep, there's another part of him that's apparently not quite done yet. stop looking at the damn bag; there's nothing exciting in there. this is more interesting.
it's not the same as their first time, caught up in the steam and moment. this one's deliberate, conscious, made with full acknowledgement that bakugou's initiating it. they had their moment before where teeth clicked accidentally, noses bumped, and someone turned his head too far in a tilt to overcompensate. but bakugou learned quickly and denji picked up fast enough as they found the best place to hold their heads, angled to fit together as lips brushed lips and that soft warmth of denji's lips glided across his own. there's a difference between a "welcome in" kiss and this one, with an arm around his waist and a strong hand carding through his hair. bakugou growls softly into the kiss as he reaches up and skims his own hand up the other boy's neck into his hair for a brief rake and fluff.
bakugou had half a mind to reach behind him and lock the door as well, but denji takes care of that. it's distraction enough to let the kiss break and the young hero grumbles something under his breath. mad? some people say he's always mad. idiots. sharp teeth nibble at his lower lip and he clicks his tongue in annoyance.]
If I was mad, you'd be a smoking crater on the wall. [denji revealing his birthday to others had irked him due to all that damn attention, but... the day had been special. reminding him he wasn't alone here and he had friends, even if he's loathe to admit the f-word to their faces. he eases back into the arm around his waist, then takes a look around the other boy's room. he sees elements of two people living here, though honestly can't fathom how someone like aki could live in a room that looks like this. you'd think he'd pick up more! bakugou gives denji a look at the suggestion of candles.]
What, scared to sleep in the dark? [neer neer neer. yet he's heading for the bed anyways and flops on it a few seconds later, one arm draping over his chest, the other flung above his head with no real care. his slips fall onto the floor via a quick shed and he throws his legs onto the bed after.] You're cleaning your room tomorrow.
[ well, if bakugou thinks hugging in public is embarrassing then he is up for a horrifying surprise in the future. the hero better get used to it fast, no time to waste here as the gate is wide open. for now, he learned when annoyance is genuine or not. so long as he doesn't receive a firm rejection, denji will follow the temptations of sneaking a hug or a kiss here and there; when the mood begs for it— which might be during a mission, arresting someone, during a boring meeting, or whatever. hey, he can't control when the vibes hit. speaking of annoyance-
-was the growling really necessary, hero? even during a kiss, bakugou has no intention to drop the spicy kitten act and it's the most adorable thing ever. he'd wait for the other boy to pick his spot before he circled the bed so he could settle on the other side. at the taunt, denji returns it with a nasty grin, flashing those teeth, and blurts out a confession. ] ... I don't have any candles, but I'm certainly getting some since we'll be sharing a bed more often.
[ it's something he'd seen in the movies when a couple wants to get, uh, frisky? he didn't understand the science behind it, it's just some tiny candles, but it might work on bakugou. after all, with the design of their rooms with a wide city view of neon-lights and denji's choice to use a single lamp for minimum illumination— he might have a better setting already. he groans at the mention of cleaning up, almost as if he knew it was coming, he mutters a '...don't wanna' under his breath as he strips out of his pants, getting suited for bed with a baggy shirt and his boxers hanging loose around his hips. maybe if they don't talk about the cleaning-up mission, bakugou might forget. maybe if he just— gets under the blanket, snuggles a bit closer to his partner, and pulls out his comic book as a distraction, they can focus on what truly matters.
this moment. them being together. not the boring clean-up.
he clears his throat, holding the comic book up so they can both share the view; the cover is a typical superhero promotional visual, with the guy clothed in a way to hide his identity with people cheering in the background. despite the cliche, the story was rated for adults, giving the impression it had mature themes; violence, death, and disturbing imagery. he flips through the first page, giving bakugou a few seconds to read a brief about the story's setting to himself. denji uses this opportunity to rest his head on their shared pillow, staring over the other boy with an easy smile and a smitten warmth. this is their first time doing this, and it only registered to him that it's a big deal. it certainly feels so fucking different in contrast when it's with aki. ]
Hey. You wanna ... cuddle as we read together? until we fall asleep ...
[look, even his own parents can't hug him in public without bakugou hissing and arching away like an angry cat. though if denji's gonna be scooping him up like that... well, it'll take a few failed instances of getting away before the blonde ends up grumblingly-accepting that's his lot in life now. at least denji's gonna get away with it with his head intact, which can't be said for a lot of people. though there are instances where a public hug comes from bakugou. usually via something really serious... but maybe he'll grow into denji sneaking in those little pda's, growl about it but not actually do anything to stop it.
totally worth it. he's a grouchy boy no matter what's going on. unless he's kicking ass and gets that slasher grin of enjoyment cause he's winning. denji's bed is comfortable. what else was he expecting? apart from a bag of chips under the covers, it's not like bakugou thinks the other boy's childish enough to go jumping on the bed like a five year old. he rolls his head to the side when denji shoots him that grin, sharp teeth and all, with a candle proclamation.] When did you like getting candles?
[the only people he knows of that do candles are tokoyami cause he's a weird goth bird, and some of the girls cause they like scented rooms and say it makes them calmer. sero uses a diffuser. linking candles with horny teen is not occurring in his head right now. leave it to denji to make the sight of a lit candle an implication of flame on dick out. at least the view outside their windows is positive enough... the little whine from the other boy about cleaning earns a snort from the blonde and he lifts his shoulder in a "deal with it" shrug. you invited him over, denji, knowing who he is and what kind of routine he habits. hell, bakugou cleans the windows and vacuums out their squad car regularly.
he watches denji shuck his pants, eyes lingering on his thighs for a few seconds. look, the guy always wear pants. bare legs isn't a common thing with him. not that bakugou's any better. he's wearing light sweats right now as is, along with the tanktop and boxer briefs. clean up's tomorrow. not right now.
uh... seriously? he really means reading a comic book together at the same time? though it's a superhero one and bakugou's attention lingers on it for that reason alone. it hits a nostalgic lance in him immediately. fuck. but before he can reach for it to accept the offering, denji's flipping the page. god dammit, he really means to do it together! one side of his mouth curls a bit, as if he might protest. but then settles. fine. he'll try it like this. once. bakugou moves his head towards denji's to get a better view, body shifting so they're more side by side. it's warm, there's a presence there, completely different from an empty bed. how long's it been since he shared a bed with someone?]
Huh? [they're already this close, touching side by side, how is this not enough 'cuddling' for someone?] How the hell are you gonna flip pages like that?
[ and it's denji's turn to give the hero a puzzled stare. is it not obvious why? was the implication just bounced off bakugou's head and he's sincerely asking why he's fond of candles now? it's one of those situations in which the half-devil finds himself so dumbfounded to the point he has no words. silence staring, and slow blink— and then he shrugged. ]
I guess ... I like how they smell.
[ hey, he's still not lying here. that's one thing denji will never start with someone he cares about, even if it's under the umbrella of white lies. he's just learning how to ... zigzag his way out of a confrontation without additional damage. okay! that's a nope for romantic candles. got it. it seemed he had to accept bakugou wasn't the type to care about those details and the glam - and suddenly denji found himself a bit lost. for a dumb reason, he started thinking about his conversation with gojo a few days back, and how everything he thought he knew about sexual attraction was just a fable. damn that ridiculous tall man for making him more confused than he already is! right, they're in bed, and bakugou is (once again) not reading the room with a more forward request. denji raised a brow, but then he thought about it and perhaps the hero had a point here— it's a bit hard to get cozy while flipping through the pages this way. he hums, lifting it a bit as if trying to brain a resolution. sadly, he came out empty-handed. ]
You're right. You think with the technology here we could make this float or something, huh?
[ ... ]
Here.
[ he decided to pass over the comic book to the other, allowing him the freedom to read at his pace since denji had already finished the first few chapters of the story— it made more sense for them to start this way. he'd wait for bakugou to accept the gesture, and now that he freed his arms, denji rolled over to the side, facing his partner, and tucked his hand under the weight of the pillow; supporting his head as he relaxed. he then shifts his gaze towards the colorful visuals of the story, keeping to himself so he won't disturb bakugou. ]
[he didn't grow up watching hallmark movies, denji. or looking at romantic things. hell, his parents talked "romantic date" at any point and bakugou was out of the room grumbling about "gross mushy crap" along the way. never wanted to be involved with trading candies, giving flowers, writing poems, lighting candles, setting the mood for amorous moments. really, denji's ironically the more experienced in this than bakugou; the half-devil's gone on dates before.]
Duh. That's usually why people light them.
[oy! just because bakugou's not linking candles with romance doesn't mean denji's shouldn't give it a try in the future and see what happens! though he's right in figuring the blonde isn't a romantic type. he knows some things. girls get swoony if you give them flowers. some guys think going out to eat is a pleasure. soft music and sitting close together can suggest the want for... uh... anyways! bakugou's not a romantic, even if he could do romantic things by choice. just never had a reason or want to choose. (did you seriously go to gojo, the playboy?!, for attraction advice?! ... rip, denji.) bakugou's had some classmates talk about girls and dates and sex, but he normally walked the fuck out when that crap started up. it's not a topic he thinks he needs to discuss with anyone but the person he's with. private.
denji's hum and the way the comic moves suggests he's trying to accommodate what bakugou said. before finally passing the book over. he takes it with a tiny grunt of surprise, a brow arching at the motion. floating book readers might be nice, but now he's thinking there's something else going on. bakugou suggested a sleepover. denji suggested comic books... which turned into cuddling. someday the half-devil's going to figure out those kinds of "sappy" words smash against bakugou's toxic masculinity trait. that or the hero's going to have to accept denji will keep using those words regardless.
he flips through to the next page, but it's only a few minutes before his eyes wander off the page to the boy lying next to him. on his eyes, bangs hanging over his forehead and sweeping his eyes in a gentle curve, handsome face soft, the bags under his eyes at least having lessened a little over time. arm under the pillow to prop his head up, expression relaxed and probably happy despite the brow-furrowing confusion a bit ago.
... bakugou drops the comic between them and promptly rolls over, one hand pinning denji's shoulder - then back - to the bed as he leans over the other boy.]
You're pretty damn cute when you try so hard. [reading comics. cuddling. looking attractive like that.]
[ fine, he will light so many candles bakugou will think he's walking into a devil summoning ritual. let's see if that will trigger a tiny bone of romance in your body, hero! jokes aside, denji will get over it. he's not the type to be discouraged that easy; it's a learning experience for him and bakugou is worth the effort to try new things, hit or miss, then try again. it's been a long day, a good one, and if they end up passing out after a few pages into the story, that's completely acceptable. that's how their first night together will go, until he watched bakugou throw away his precious comic book and before he could say anything- he was being pushed to his back with the other boy hovering over him a bit. oh, hm ...
confused, delighted, excited, more confused and all those emotions held hand and started spinning inside his head like one of those terrifying kids rides in a carnival. being called 'cute' is a lovely praise that warmed up his cheeks but being accused of trying so hard made him scoff afterward. he breathed out, finally meeting the other's gaze, and just shook his head a bit as his lips curled upward. damn, the audacity of dynamight. hissing, growling then ignoring his advances only to pull this stunt as a power move to throw him off. ]
If I was trying too hard, I would attempt to clean my room before inviting you over and maybe put on some jazz music.
[ and out of the two he now knows which one bakugou will appreciate more, and it's not the romantic music. god, the thought of his partner being more turned on over a clean setup is both hilarious and daunting; imagine denji had to scrub and vacuum every time he wanted his dick wet. what a nightmare. with a 'tch', denji grabbed the other by his hips and dragged his weight with ease, forcing bakugou to settle on top of him like a proper maiden. now it is a lot easier to have a conversation, and denji is enjoying the view a lot better from where he is resting. the comic book is all forgotten. ]
Tell me. What do you like, Katsuki?
[ forward questions are always better than endlessly guessing. ]
[he will put MOST of them out with a fucking well-placed explosion for being a damn fire hazard. though it'll probably get the idea across at least. are you the kind to put rose petals all over your satin sheets, denji? once they get closer, bakugo will find more tolerance of denji's attempts to try new things, though his opinions and judgements of said new things aren't gonna get any less blunt. "it's stupid" will be the decision, though that's not a demand to never do it again. because the results will be the same. "it's stupid" murmured against denji's lips or as bakugo looks up at him from his back on the... bed or floor or whatever. the comic's not discarded callously. this boy is a collector and he's not about to chuck someone's precious book on the floor. it's safe on the bed, resting to the side now, with bakugo aware of its presence so as not to bend or crush it with the sudden position change. he's conscientious (nerd) like that.
but there's something more interesting than comics right now. could it really be said that bakugo ignored denji's advances, or did he just stockpile them until he could act on the stirred up feelings in his own accord? that's up to denji to decide since he's getting closer to this complex dumpster fire. perhaps it's more the audacity of the guy to suggest they read comics during the sleepover when the intent was to get physical... rather than straight up asking to get physical. then again, that would've gotten bakugo exploding in red-faced screeches. and end up in a similar result as this. see? complex as fuck, and probably one hint towards ways that bakugo can make denji want to pull at his own hair.]
You think a clean room and jazz music is flirting?
[well, for bakugo... that's probably not without merit. granted he might've wondered if denji was feeling all right at first, but then moved on. jazz music isn't bad, so long as it's not obnoxious. good news is denji doesn't have to snap on the rubber gloves and lysol any time bakugo comes over. just pick up your damn room as you live and it'll be fine. the blonde grunts slightly when he's caught at the hips and hauled on top of denji proper, throwing one strong leg over the other blonde's waist and sliding it down the outside of his thigh. he rests one one forearm beside denji's head, the other one resting on the guy's shoulder.
I don't know anything about flirting aside from what I've seen in the movies ...
[ did bakugou think for a hot second denji had a successful dating experience in the past? if anything, he never had on single good memory of intimacy in general, and after everything he's been through with the predatory women in his life, it's almost insane that he is still trying to experience what it feels when it's done right. there has to be a way to catch a fucking breather on this earth and be in a safe space with someone where he's vulnerable and not taken advantage of. denji refuses to believe that he's solely breathing to go through a miserable existence until god has mercy on him and ends his life for good. this can't be it. it's why he is trying here. he's trying to dismiss the other doubts that are getting a bit too loud in the back of his head, to only see how bakugou treats him and not how he is with others. he's trying not to compare or think about it too much, he's trying— to do his best to protect himself, to be selfish, to be happy, and to be blind altogether. ignorance is bliss. it can be. maybe.
wait, why are his thoughts going all the way to the other end? the disassociation between mind and body is ... something else. denji didn't even notice his hands had followed bakugou's movement, eager to brush further down his lower back, and is now copping a feel of his ass; half squeezing already. shit, he's too close. they literally exchanged a kiss a minute ago yet this time it felt different; overwhelming. perhaps it was his words that held a heavy influence on him over their physical closeness, and — it sure did.
'you'.
wait, he likes him? bakugou likes him. okay, yes. he knew he didn't hate him, they were friends, partners, work buddies, or whatever. regardless, the direction of his question was more on the intimate side and the answer is ... well, maybe he meant sexually. again, denji felt fucking stupid to be surprised. why else would they exchange spit totally naked a while back? what is going on in his head tonight? say something! he couldn't; his heart was racing and skipping beats at the same time, the adrenaline rush almost made him dizzy, cheeks burning up. it's loud, hot, and uncomfortable until it all eased down, fading into silence. and that's when denji knew this wasn't just sexual anymore.
fuck. his. life.
it had to be bakugou. the guy he so boldly claimed that he didn't care if he wasn't enough. they just had to start this way. he closed his eyes, squeezing them shut, more flustered now. what-fucking-ever! he's dead anyway. chopped to pieces in a fucking prison like an animal, will probably be minced meat for all eternity. nayuta is dead, his pets are all burnt to a crisp, he lost his home and he'll be fucking alone for the rest of his life; used and abused and tossed aside like garbage.
he will let himself enjoy this. so, he will shut the fuck up and focus on the warm body of someone who actually gives a shit about him. ]
Kiss me ...
[ no, he didn't wait for bakugou to do it. he frees one hand and grabs the hero by the collar of his shirt, tugging him down and squishing their lips together. ]
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Date: 4/24/24 16:03 (UTC)kacchan acting like sending sexy pictures wouldn't be a bold invite to have someone pleasure themselves to it. what did he expect denji to do? send him a 👍 and then talk about the weather? the hero knows what he was doing and he's not fooling anyone! however, all taunts are welcomed because they don't mean shit when he's having fun, and he sure did have a special time with those pictures.
they're back in their rooms; the celebration is over and the half-devil is still relishing the aftermath of such an eventful night. he took a shower, brushed his teeth, and got into a cozy t-shirt and sweatpants. it's a bit too early to sleep, but he's too tired to go out as well— denji ends up chilling on his bed reading a comic book, headphones on while blasting some mad music.
he gets a text soon after from the birthday boy, a bit surprised he's still awake. bakugou had the habit of a 65-year-old who goes to bed at 8:00 pm sharp. ]
yup.
aki's not here. wanna come over?
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Date: 4/25/24 01:03 (UTC)while bakugou doesn't explicitly know what denji's doing with his pictures, he's also not an idiot when it comes to knowing what those pictures sent look like. the lack of pants, the low rim of the counter, a half-hiked shirt, of course he knows he's showing his body off as well as the shirt, and to someone he knows likes him, physically too.
just... not gonna think about it... much... in the meantime... denji jerking off...
oy! he goes to his room at 9pm most of the time and is asleep by 10pm like a NORMAL healthy person! then again, bakugou usually gets up around 5:30am, so the same 7 to 8 hours of sleep are had. that's healthy amount of sleep.
anyway.]
topknot shares your room?
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Date: 4/25/24 16:54 (UTC)he's going out tonight.
[ not that denji ever needs to be updated with his whereabouts, since aki is a grown ass man and can do whatever he wants, yet his friend makes it a routine to share every single detail when he can. it's cute, but also - very much an anxious habit. denji didn't want to give the impression that he couldn't cope with being alone for too long.
back to bakugou- ]
we can continue the celebration by reading some fun comics together 😎
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Date: 4/25/24 19:20 (UTC)[it would make sense for denji to invite his friend to live with him in the same space. bakugou wouldn't consider doing that with todoroki or midoriya. he needs his own space and doesn't want someone else cluttering it. unless there's a relationship thing going on; then he'd make... exceptions. exceptions meaning "training" his partner.
bakugou makes a face at the text, but it's not a bad idea? he used to read comics when he was a kid. though there aren't any hero comics around... hm.]
what kind do you have?
[while he gathers his things to come over.]
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Date: 4/26/24 14:42 (UTC)we're used to sharing space.
[ the only relationship they had going on was confusion and anxiety with a sprinkle of fear on top of it. then again, denji didn't want to get too deep into it; bakugou knew how complicated it was without sharing too many details. plenty of unresolved shit but they somehow coexist with each other. is it healthy? god knows. not the hero's problem. ]
we'll read the superheroes one.
[ implying he had other flavors within his collection but he knew to pick the one that would be, at least, acceptable to bakugou. he's such a gentleman. ]
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Date: 4/26/24 18:44 (UTC)[a dorm room versus and apartment home would have a definite effect on whether someone can tolerate living with another person. bakugou knows the two boys' relationship was complicated, but he doesn't know how close aki and denji were during their time together, or even where they're at right now (asides from even more complicated).
but he doesn't think the blonde was... you know... getting frisky with the raven. and even if he was, that's not bakugou's business to know or even mind. he knows all about unresolved shit though, having had plenty with midoriya.]
now you're really trying to flatter me.
[bakugou knows denji has other genres, but hey, he's not going to turn down sampling some other world's superhero offerings and see how it stacks up.]
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Date: 4/26/24 19:03 (UTC)are you trying to figure out if we're fucking or not?
[ listen, denji is all about being forward and it kinda, sorta felt like bakugou miiiight be asking about this? if not, well— he's about to fuck up another conversation between them. he likes to believe the hero is used to his attitude by now so whatever.
he rolled his eyes with a smirk. of course he's trying to flatter him, it's a normal reaction towards someone you're attempting to woo. then again, denji wouldn't be too fake about it. all comics are equally fun to read. ]
are you flattered, then?
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Date: 4/26/24 20:02 (UTC)[all he was doing was innocently seeing what kind of living situation denji used to have with aki versus now! an apartment versus a room. god dammit, denji. not everything's dealing with sex! what a pink brain this boy has.
luckily bakugou is used to denji's pervy tilt towards things; it's no different than denji being used to bakugou's explosive temper and responses.
he'd argue the "equally" fun to read part, but that's something they can contrast later. bakugou's heading out of his room now, bringing a bag of things with him. change of clothes, toiletry bag, bottled water, blanket. the normal sleepover set.]
i might be.
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Date: 4/26/24 20:22 (UTC)he's a dude.
[ didn't denji clarify that he wanted to explore his sexual interest in men with bakugou exclusively? wouldn't it make him a total hypocrite to run off fucking another guy when he made such a big deal persuading the hero instead? it's a different story if he got lucky with another girl, that side of him he's very much aware of, but when it comes to guys— his first experiences will be with bakugou. unless he gets a firm 'no' from his partner, denji will keep trying.
again, no pressure for the hero to match his energy on this. denji has his own agendas and wouldn't expect much from others besides clarity. that's one thing he will always demand from bakugou.
ah. he should clean up his room, pick up the clothes on the floor, and empty bags of potato chips that he promised himself to clean since morning. he should— but he's too comfortable where he's resting. ]
good.
i'm expecting a reward for it.
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Date: 4/26/24 21:28 (UTC)[regardless of what decisions are made here, bakugou doesn't want denji to feel any kind of guilt or issue over what he might've done before he got here. hell if he knows what denji did with aki back home. same as denji not knowing what bakugou might've done with kirishima back in his own world. the answer being "nothing" even if the macho man wasn't shy about dropping an arm around bakugou's shoulder or getting in his personal space either.
but bakugou respects denji's want to explore those masculine interests with him solo. even if it was kind of stated in a vague way that had the blonde thinking more along the lines of... kissing and such. how's that explain the naked grinding and making out in the shower? he's doesn't know... but he liked it. denji's not going to get a firm 'no' unless he's fucking exhausted or injured and his partner's a raging horn dog.
boom.
dude. are you seriously inviting bakugou over to your room while it's a mess? YOU'RE GONNA END UP CLEANING!! ah well. fun lesson for denji to learn when the blonde gets to his room.]
a reward for reading your comic books?
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Date: 4/27/24 14:39 (UTC)[ whatever happened in the shower is a start to what denji meant as exploring his curiosity. hmm. perhaps he didn't explain himself too well, huh? it's a little late to re-open that conversation, and he doesn't plan to do it unless bakugou asks for it. in the end, it's not like denji is plotting anything, he's the type to go with the flow. additionally, he's oddly comfortable around bakugou since their moment in the shower— in fact, it triggered something within himself. acceptance? yeah, acceptance that he might be attracted to guys, too.
it's a change he noticed himself around other men as well. he's not as anxious if someone leans in a bit too close. a casual touch on the shoulder didn't make him tense up as before; simple changes here and there. a positive experience can do so much to one person, especially to denji who had nothing but traumas his entire life.
sir, he ain't cleaning shit. accept him the way he is!! ]
a reward for flattering you successfully. you're not easy to impress, you know. i worked sooo hard. i deserve a reward when you get here.
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Date: 4/27/24 19:46 (UTC)[ ... ]
what would happen if you were married, but got dragged here? your spouse wouldn't be here.
[random comment, but the whole "starting new" comment in regards to relationships kicks off a bit of curiosity. besides, denji's someone bakugou feels comfortable enough around to ask questions like that. weird boyish questions that don't have much to do with his usual badass attitude.
denji explained himself well enough to pave the way for their interactions together like that. now it's just a matter of clarifying and expanding on the exploration. just expect a blink and a "haa?" of surprise when kissing and touching escalate into something further. it's not like bakugou's ashamed of his body, nor is he unattracted to denji. still amuses him the guy was so adamant about "not gay" during their first date, and now they've had two... interesting times together.
then again, bakugou's finding out his attractions are also swinging towards guys. he never put much thought into it before, so this is an exploration alongside denji as well.
but if his relationship with denji can help the guy ease up around other guys, then he'll be glad for it. at least until the relationship solidifies. then some guy he doesn't approve of getting too close to denji or touching him in a way bakugou doesn't like is bound to get a defensive, possessive reaction.
CLEAN YOUR FUCKING ROOM!! HE'S NOT SLEEPING ON A BAG OF CRISPS!!]
got a reward in mind, or do i get to pick?
[that may or may not be a threat. heh heh.]
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Date: 4/28/24 16:27 (UTC)[ denji knew there was a way to get out of the city, so— if he is romantically involved with someone back home and is committed to them, then no ... he wouldn't plan to persuade someone else. though, it's a difficult situation to imagine, considering he had no one and never had the experience to make a solid judgment. however, he still tries to offer the hero some honesty.
well, he still doesn't think he's gay. women are attractive to him, so he must be one of those people who swing both ways. then again, he's not enticed by any other guy besides bakugou. it's a bit confusing to denji— since he still feels straight with a touch of interest on the side solely focused on one guy. here! a brand new sexuality.
the bag of crisps is on the floor, sir. the bed is clean and welcoming ♥ ]
i'll pick.
i'll decide when i see you.
[ he's done with pampering the birthday boy and now its back to denji demanding things again. ]
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Date: 4/28/24 17:39 (UTC)[bakugo didn't have anyone back home, so he likewise wasn't in that situation. but say someone like endeavor got dragged here. the man's married, but finds himself in a different dimension that technically has no bearing on his life back home. if his wife wasn't here, and he has no way of knowing if she ever would be...
it's not like being in another nation, where you know your spouse is still there on the other side of the world, waiting for you to come home, able to talk to you on the phone or video screen "whenever" you want to. what would that be like? especially if, as two of bakugou's friends have proved already, their lives back home are unaware of their other selves here. his mother has no idea her "other son" is fighting kaiju in another realm. she'll never know.
just something to think about as he makes his way to denji's door. it'd be a lie to say he hasn't thought recently about denji's interest in women compared to what he and the half-devil have going on. if they do end up in a more committed relationship, then what? the idea's honestly... not scary, but he has no experience in dating or relationships like that. romance was never part of his life in any positive sense (cause gross, mushy stuff). he wants to be a good experience for denji, the best, someone the other boy can relax with, knowing he's safe from betrayal, abuse, manipulation, abandonment, or anything else denji's experienced at the hands of others before.
okay at least the bed's clean, but guess what you're doing tomorrow. with help. that's right. cleaning the fucking room. a great idea for the weekend. consider it a team-up mission.]
open up.
[THUD! not bothering to knock. just straight up kicks the door.]
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Date: 4/29/24 14:57 (UTC)start what? well, he knew he was starting something, this was a new territory in which he had asked bakugou for permission to share it with him, but it never crossed his mind that his partner was equally inexperienced as well. he didn't know why he thought he was the one falling behind here. it might have to do with the sheer confidence the other boy had in knowing what he wants when he wants it and making sure to fucking get it. it felt like the gap between them was a bit too high; with one side established and secured while the other is clawing up the wall in the hope of keeping up.
truth is: denji kinda loves it.
he loved there were no rules to be followed in this game of courtship, and that's how he perceived it. bakugou is still - not within reach, whether the hero is aware of it or not. which is an odd fucking statement considering how close they are but there's still a barrier that denji is eager to break. it's not a matter of whether the half-devil is ready or not, he's ready ... but is bakugou ready for the baggage that will come along? he still doesn't know anything about denji. nothing profound.
it's not like denji is purposely hiding it— he just wants to enjoy this longer ... before it all breaks apart. he wants to enjoy the way he pulls the other boy into the embrace as they greet each other by the door. the way he did not care if they were still, somewhat, out in the corridor and bakugou's arms were busy carrying his belongings for the sleepover. he wants to enjoy having the motivation to smile the way he is right now, eyes close and cheeks warm; this might be the closest identification to what others call 'happiness'. how are they supposed to share such intimacy if bakugou knew the absolute mess of a creature denji is?
he squeezed, sighing, a little more— he then pulled his head back enough and kissed bakugou on the cheek.
happy birthday, katsuki. for real now. since they're finally alone. ]
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Date: 4/29/24 20:54 (UTC)bakugou's left thinking about the "what if" aspects of relationships when it came to getting shunted off into a new dimension while your original self carried on back home while "you" never existed. denji said "start new" and what the hell does that even cover? life? career? reputation? no one (generally) knew who they were in this new world. they could do whatever they wanted, be whatever they wanted, and no one would know the difference. bakugou could've opted to become a chef in this world (fucking unlikely as it is) and nothing could stop him from that course.
what if you married someone you didn't like, or dated someone but had curiosities about the other gender, or were too much a prude back home to do anything? while denji dwells on his own inexperience at relationships, bakugou's thinking stupid thoughts about unknown potential possibilities. maybe it's best he picks up his pace and gets to denji's room quickly so they can shove those thoughts out of the blonde's spiky head.
there's a mild relief when he kicks the door, alerting his partner that he's arrived before the text even goes out. sure, he'd yell at anyone who kicked his door, but bakugou's never been one for equal treatment in that kind of way. kick his door, get yelled at for being noisy. kick your door, it's because he thought you might've gone deaf so shut up and get moving already. he's a fun ball of logic.]
You- mph! [what the hell, denji?! you don't just open your door and drag someone into a fucking hug! but that's exactly what he does and bakugou finds himself squished up against those ripcord pecs again. bag of stuff hanging off to the side at least. dammit, they're still mostly out in the hallway too.] Get inside, idiot.
[growling at him, he braces a foot and pushes forward, pushing denji backwards into his room, but not trying to break the embrace as an exchange. it's impossible not to notice the way denji's smiling though, a beautiful image with his eyes close and cheeks rounded as he enjoys the moment. there's something pretty damn amazing about the sight, since the half-devil is usually bouncing between haggard tired and a casual kind of calm. maybe a smug little charm of smile. this is the first time bakugou's ever seen him look sunshine happy... and it's pretty cute.
you know, until denji draws back and kisses him on the cheek. it immediately brings heat to bakugou's face and he kicks the door shut behind him.] Grrr... bastard. Trying to squeeze me to death?
[but he does toss his bag to denji's bed so he can get his arm around the other boy's waist for a quick return embrace as well.
...
... and leans in to kiss him on the lips soon after.]
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Date: 4/30/24 17:59 (UTC)there is nothing wrong with how he greeted bakugou, yet he expected such a snappy attitude towards it. he didn't care and kept holding him despite the few hisses here and there. ah, he's being pushed back and denji blinks, a bit confused at first before going with the flow. one step back and bakugou takes one forward — until they move further inside and the door is shut. he was about to pull away or glance back at the bag on his bed, somewhat curious about what the hero had brought along. it's a good thing he had a hunch that kept his gaze secured on the other, and as soon as bakugou leaned in, denji met him halfway, and they ... kissed.
this time it was easy, effortless, with less thought behind it. it's interesting how it felt like he was being influenced by sheer instincts; relishing the rare chemistry between them that made him know the right tilt for their lips to compliment one another, no fumbling between trying too hard or being too timid. it was just right. the intent for it to be nothing more than an extension of his greeting, yet denji found himself embracing the other differently now; one arm secured around bakugou's waist while the other hand traced its fingers through those spiky fluffs. yeah, he can get used to this - kissing this boy anytime they felt like it.
without breaking it apart, it was denji's turn to push forward, a single step, before he reached blindly to lock the door with a sharp twist of the key. you know, just in case aki decided he didn't want to lose his brand new virginity with his boyfriend yet and bust in. sorry, it's closed until tomorrow morning. ]
Sooo ... you're not mad, right? [ he mutters under his breath, playfully nibbling on bakugou's lower lip. ] Admit it. Telling everyone made this day special for you.
[ gifts, hangouts, and expression of gratitude— no one would ever hate that, even a grump like katsuki. denji relaxed a bit, still keeping an arm around the other's waist while giving him some breather to move around if he wanted to. it's a messy space (as mentioned before) but the bed didn't fit the cluttered vibe. it might give the impression the bedspreads, duvet cover, and comforters are freshly changed. yeah, he certainly got that done during the texting session. he can't let bakugou put his head on a pillow that smells like hot cheetos. instead, it's a fresh laundry aroma of lavender for the hero's pleasure. ]
Get cozy. Pick a side and a pillow. We can light up some candles, too ...
[ to read comics? denji please. ]
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Date: 5/1/24 01:17 (UTC)didn't fucking say there was anything wrong! it's just kind of embarrassing to almost get kissed out of the damn apartment door! because he's still not used to pda... yet even as he drives denji back into the room, he's not letting the guy escape from their closeness. today had been a damn whirlwind of people and places, experiences and locations, and while part of him just wants to slam the door and go to sleep, there's another part of him that's apparently not quite done yet. stop looking at the damn bag; there's nothing exciting in there. this is more interesting.
it's not the same as their first time, caught up in the steam and moment. this one's deliberate, conscious, made with full acknowledgement that bakugou's initiating it. they had their moment before where teeth clicked accidentally, noses bumped, and someone turned his head too far in a tilt to overcompensate. but bakugou learned quickly and denji picked up fast enough as they found the best place to hold their heads, angled to fit together as lips brushed lips and that soft warmth of denji's lips glided across his own. there's a difference between a "welcome in" kiss and this one, with an arm around his waist and a strong hand carding through his hair. bakugou growls softly into the kiss as he reaches up and skims his own hand up the other boy's neck into his hair for a brief rake and fluff.
bakugou had half a mind to reach behind him and lock the door as well, but denji takes care of that. it's distraction enough to let the kiss break and the young hero grumbles something under his breath. mad? some people say he's always mad. idiots. sharp teeth nibble at his lower lip and he clicks his tongue in annoyance.]
If I was mad, you'd be a smoking crater on the wall. [denji revealing his birthday to others had irked him due to all that damn attention, but... the day had been special. reminding him he wasn't alone here and he had friends, even if he's loathe to admit the f-word to their faces. he eases back into the arm around his waist, then takes a look around the other boy's room. he sees elements of two people living here, though honestly can't fathom how someone like aki could live in a room that looks like this. you'd think he'd pick up more! bakugou gives denji a look at the suggestion of candles.]
What, scared to sleep in the dark? [neer neer neer. yet he's heading for the bed anyways and flops on it a few seconds later, one arm draping over his chest, the other flung above his head with no real care. his slips fall onto the floor via a quick shed and he throws his legs onto the bed after.] You're cleaning your room tomorrow.
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Date: 5/1/24 17:38 (UTC)-was the growling really necessary, hero? even during a kiss, bakugou has no intention to drop the spicy kitten act and it's the most adorable thing ever. he'd wait for the other boy to pick his spot before he circled the bed so he could settle on the other side. at the taunt, denji returns it with a nasty grin, flashing those teeth, and blurts out a confession. ] ... I don't have any candles, but I'm certainly getting some since we'll be sharing a bed more often.
[ it's something he'd seen in the movies when a couple wants to get, uh, frisky? he didn't understand the science behind it, it's just some tiny candles, but it might work on bakugou. after all, with the design of their rooms with a wide city view of neon-lights and denji's choice to use a single lamp for minimum illumination— he might have a better setting already. he groans at the mention of cleaning up, almost as if he knew it was coming, he mutters a '...don't wanna' under his breath as he strips out of his pants, getting suited for bed with a baggy shirt and his boxers hanging loose around his hips. maybe if they don't talk about the cleaning-up mission, bakugou might forget. maybe if he just— gets under the blanket, snuggles a bit closer to his partner, and pulls out his comic book as a distraction, they can focus on what truly matters.
this moment. them being together. not the boring clean-up.
he clears his throat, holding the comic book up so they can both share the view; the cover is a typical superhero promotional visual, with the guy clothed in a way to hide his identity with people cheering in the background. despite the cliche, the story was rated for adults, giving the impression it had mature themes; violence, death, and disturbing imagery. he flips through the first page, giving bakugou a few seconds to read a brief about the story's setting to himself. denji uses this opportunity to rest his head on their shared pillow, staring over the other boy with an easy smile and a smitten warmth. this is their first time doing this, and it only registered to him that it's a big deal. it certainly feels so fucking different in contrast when it's with aki. ]
Hey. You wanna ... cuddle as we read together? until we fall asleep ...
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Date: 5/1/24 19:06 (UTC)totally worth it. he's a grouchy boy no matter what's going on. unless he's kicking ass and gets that slasher grin of enjoyment cause he's winning. denji's bed is comfortable. what else was he expecting? apart from a bag of chips under the covers, it's not like bakugou thinks the other boy's childish enough to go jumping on the bed like a five year old. he rolls his head to the side when denji shoots him that grin, sharp teeth and all, with a candle proclamation.] When did you like getting candles?
[the only people he knows of that do candles are tokoyami cause he's a weird goth bird, and some of the girls cause they like scented rooms and say it makes them calmer. sero uses a diffuser. linking candles with horny teen is not occurring in his head right now. leave it to denji to make the sight of a lit candle an implication of flame on dick out. at least the view outside their windows is positive enough... the little whine from the other boy about cleaning earns a snort from the blonde and he lifts his shoulder in a "deal with it" shrug. you invited him over, denji, knowing who he is and what kind of routine he habits. hell, bakugou cleans the windows and vacuums out their squad car regularly.
he watches denji shuck his pants, eyes lingering on his thighs for a few seconds. look, the guy always wear pants. bare legs isn't a common thing with him. not that bakugou's any better. he's wearing light sweats right now as is, along with the tanktop and boxer briefs. clean up's tomorrow. not right now.
uh... seriously? he really means reading a comic book together at the same time? though it's a superhero one and bakugou's attention lingers on it for that reason alone. it hits a nostalgic lance in him immediately. fuck. but before he can reach for it to accept the offering, denji's flipping the page. god dammit, he really means to do it together! one side of his mouth curls a bit, as if he might protest. but then settles. fine. he'll try it like this. once. bakugou moves his head towards denji's to get a better view, body shifting so they're more side by side. it's warm, there's a presence there, completely different from an empty bed. how long's it been since he shared a bed with someone?]
Huh? [they're already this close, touching side by side, how is this not enough 'cuddling' for someone?] How the hell are you gonna flip pages like that?
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Date: 5/2/24 12:48 (UTC)I guess ... I like how they smell.
[ hey, he's still not lying here. that's one thing denji will never start with someone he cares about, even if it's under the umbrella of white lies. he's just learning how to ... zigzag his way out of a confrontation without additional damage. okay! that's a nope for romantic candles. got it. it seemed he had to accept bakugou wasn't the type to care about those details and the glam - and suddenly denji found himself a bit lost. for a dumb reason, he started thinking about his conversation with gojo a few days back, and how everything he thought he knew about sexual attraction was just a fable. damn that ridiculous tall man for making him more confused than he already is! right, they're in bed, and bakugou is (once again) not reading the room with a more forward request. denji raised a brow, but then he thought about it and perhaps the hero had a point here— it's a bit hard to get cozy while flipping through the pages this way. he hums, lifting it a bit as if trying to brain a resolution. sadly, he came out empty-handed. ]
You're right. You think with the technology here we could make this float or something, huh?
[ ... ]
Here.
[ he decided to pass over the comic book to the other, allowing him the freedom to read at his pace since denji had already finished the first few chapters of the story— it made more sense for them to start this way. he'd wait for bakugou to accept the gesture, and now that he freed his arms, denji rolled over to the side, facing his partner, and tucked his hand under the weight of the pillow; supporting his head as he relaxed. he then shifts his gaze towards the colorful visuals of the story, keeping to himself so he won't disturb bakugou. ]
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Date: 5/2/24 17:19 (UTC)Duh. That's usually why people light them.
[oy! just because bakugou's not linking candles with romance doesn't mean denji's shouldn't give it a try in the future and see what happens! though he's right in figuring the blonde isn't a romantic type. he knows some things. girls get swoony if you give them flowers. some guys think going out to eat is a pleasure. soft music and sitting close together can suggest the want for... uh... anyways! bakugou's not a romantic, even if he could do romantic things by choice. just never had a reason or want to choose. (did you seriously go to gojo, the playboy?!, for attraction advice?! ... rip, denji.) bakugou's had some classmates talk about girls and dates and sex, but he normally walked the fuck out when that crap started up. it's not a topic he thinks he needs to discuss with anyone but the person he's with. private.
denji's hum and the way the comic moves suggests he's trying to accommodate what bakugou said. before finally passing the book over. he takes it with a tiny grunt of surprise, a brow arching at the motion. floating book readers might be nice, but now he's thinking there's something else going on. bakugou suggested a sleepover. denji suggested comic books... which turned into cuddling. someday the half-devil's going to figure out those kinds of "sappy" words smash against bakugou's toxic masculinity trait. that or the hero's going to have to accept denji will keep using those words regardless.
he flips through to the next page, but it's only a few minutes before his eyes wander off the page to the boy lying next to him. on his eyes, bangs hanging over his forehead and sweeping his eyes in a gentle curve, handsome face soft, the bags under his eyes at least having lessened a little over time. arm under the pillow to prop his head up, expression relaxed and probably happy despite the brow-furrowing confusion a bit ago.
... bakugou drops the comic between them and promptly rolls over, one hand pinning denji's shoulder - then back - to the bed as he leans over the other boy.]
You're pretty damn cute when you try so hard. [reading comics. cuddling. looking attractive like that.]
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Date: 5/3/24 16:48 (UTC)confused, delighted, excited, more confused and all those emotions held hand and started spinning inside his head like one of those terrifying kids rides in a carnival. being called 'cute' is a lovely praise that warmed up his cheeks but being accused of trying so hard made him scoff afterward. he breathed out, finally meeting the other's gaze, and just shook his head a bit as his lips curled upward. damn, the audacity of dynamight. hissing, growling then ignoring his advances only to pull this stunt as a power move to throw him off. ]
If I was trying too hard, I would attempt to clean my room before inviting you over and maybe put on some jazz music.
[ and out of the two he now knows which one bakugou will appreciate more, and it's not the romantic music. god, the thought of his partner being more turned on over a clean setup is both hilarious and daunting; imagine denji had to scrub and vacuum every time he wanted his dick wet. what a nightmare. with a 'tch', denji grabbed the other by his hips and dragged his weight with ease, forcing bakugou to settle on top of him like a proper maiden. now it is a lot easier to have a conversation, and denji is enjoying the view a lot better from where he is resting. the comic book is all forgotten. ]
Tell me. What do you like, Katsuki?
[ forward questions are always better than endlessly guessing. ]
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Date: 5/3/24 17:46 (UTC)but there's something more interesting than comics right now. could it really be said that bakugo ignored denji's advances, or did he just stockpile them until he could act on the stirred up feelings in his own accord? that's up to denji to decide since he's getting closer to this complex dumpster fire. perhaps it's more the audacity of the guy to suggest they read comics during the sleepover when the intent was to get physical... rather than straight up asking to get physical. then again, that would've gotten bakugo exploding in red-faced screeches. and end up in a similar result as this. see? complex as fuck, and probably one hint towards ways that bakugo can make denji want to pull at his own hair.]
You think a clean room and jazz music is flirting?
[well, for bakugo... that's probably not without merit. granted he might've wondered if denji was feeling all right at first, but then moved on. jazz music isn't bad, so long as it's not obnoxious. good news is denji doesn't have to snap on the rubber gloves and lysol any time bakugo comes over. just pick up your damn room as you live and it'll be fine. the blonde grunts slightly when he's caught at the hips and hauled on top of denji proper, throwing one strong leg over the other blonde's waist and sliding it down the outside of his thigh. he rests one one forearm beside denji's head, the other one resting on the guy's shoulder.
that's a good question.]
You.
[right in the jugular.]
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Date: 5/3/24 19:13 (UTC)[ did bakugou think for a hot second denji had a successful dating experience in the past? if anything, he never had on single good memory of intimacy in general, and after everything he's been through with the predatory women in his life, it's almost insane that he is still trying to experience what it feels when it's done right. there has to be a way to catch a fucking breather on this earth and be in a safe space with someone where he's vulnerable and not taken advantage of. denji refuses to believe that he's solely breathing to go through a miserable existence until god has mercy on him and ends his life for good. this can't be it. it's why he is trying here. he's trying to dismiss the other doubts that are getting a bit too loud in the back of his head, to only see how bakugou treats him and not how he is with others. he's trying not to compare or think about it too much, he's trying— to do his best to protect himself, to be selfish, to be happy, and to be blind altogether. ignorance is bliss. it can be. maybe.
wait, why are his thoughts going all the way to the other end? the disassociation between mind and body is ... something else. denji didn't even notice his hands had followed bakugou's movement, eager to brush further down his lower back, and is now copping a feel of his ass; half squeezing already. shit, he's too close. they literally exchanged a kiss a minute ago yet this time it felt different; overwhelming. perhaps it was his words that held a heavy influence on him over their physical closeness, and — it sure did.
'you'.
wait, he likes him? bakugou likes him. okay, yes. he knew he didn't hate him, they were friends, partners, work buddies, or whatever. regardless, the direction of his question was more on the intimate side and the answer is ... well, maybe he meant sexually. again, denji felt fucking stupid to be surprised. why else would they exchange spit totally naked a while back? what is going on in his head tonight? say something! he couldn't; his heart was racing and skipping beats at the same time, the adrenaline rush almost made him dizzy, cheeks burning up. it's loud, hot, and uncomfortable until it all eased down, fading into silence. and that's when denji knew this wasn't just sexual anymore.
fuck. his. life.
it had to be bakugou. the guy he so boldly claimed that he didn't care if he wasn't enough. they just had to start this way. he closed his eyes, squeezing them shut, more flustered now. what-fucking-ever! he's dead anyway. chopped to pieces in a fucking prison like an animal, will probably be minced meat for all eternity. nayuta is dead, his pets are all burnt to a crisp, he lost his home and he'll be fucking alone for the rest of his life; used and abused and tossed aside like garbage.
he will let himself enjoy this. so, he will shut the fuck up and focus on the warm body of someone who actually gives a shit about him. ]
Kiss me ...
[ no, he didn't wait for bakugou to do it. he frees one hand and grabs the hero by the collar of his shirt, tugging him down and squishing their lips together. ]
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