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. ]
At least you're not spitting out stupid one liners.
[no shit pickup lines or weird attempts at flirting too hard. as for denji + successful dating attempts? how the fuck should he know? girls trying to kill him during dates doesn't exactly mean the rest of the dating experience was horrible, right? could've had a fine experience and then had it ruined at the end. compared to bakugou's never having had a date in his live, until here at least, with denji, it's a moot point. and yet, he wasn't lying when he made a vow to himself to be the best experience the other boy ever had with someone else. there's no treachery, no abuse, no mean-spirited mockery or expected work. bakugou refuses to go down as another failed attempt at relationship in denji's life. whether that relationship was merely friendship, moved to friends with benefits, or even something more. he's not going to lose to some fucked-up bitches in the other boy's memories. hell, if possible, he's going to be so damn good, it'll wipe those dumbasses out of denji's memories into "yeah they sucked, but now" territory that doesn't even fucking sting.
though, that's kind of reckless and bakugou may be diving into this headfirst without his usual thoughtfulness and cankerous wary nature. though... really? he's been with denji for a while now, two or three dates under their belt, plenty of experiences both good and bad, and none of those have done shit to push him away or even flick a red flag warning up to make him leave. he already told denji he would never do something he didn't want to do, no matter how forceful it was shoved on him. which means... denji's something, someone, he wants to be with.
even if he's got his hand on his ass and is starting to squeeze it without fucking thinking. distracting, but not enough to prevent bakugou from saying that single-word shot to the heart. maybe he should've given more, maybe denji was looking for "mountain climbing, kicking ass, spicy foods, winning, heroes" and other listings of bakugou's likes.
instead, he got that. you. denji.
there's probably a shit ton in there to unpack, for both of them, and bakugou's horrible when it comes to unpacking anything vocally to other people about himself. unloading rawr on other people? much easier. but this? he doesn't regret what he said, but his mind's already bracing for any future questions that are gonna hit up with his usual awkward wall when it comes to feelings. he likes denji. he likes denji? ... yeah, he does like him. how far does "like" go here? uh... it's not like bakugou's fucking lying on other people all the damn time! or sleeping over in their rooms! or trading spit and tangling tongues naked in the shower with hands going all over the damn place. but... no regret. he likes him. yeah, he does. bakugou might be bad with emotions, but he's not a fucking liar.
maybe one day, they'll talk about denji's life. they'll venture into the trauma of his mind. bakugou will weather the pain and misery and longing that exist in a world he could never possibly know, an orphan abused and ripped apart by a world that seems to have it out for him personally with no exception. and he'll stand there by him when it happens. refusing to move or go anywhere no matter how gross or hard it gets. bakugou died once before. what's the world, any world, going to do worse than that? denji included. if he gets to live here and pull this boy close, hold him and tell him he means something, that's he's fucking valued by at least one person without a single shred of doubt in that promise... fuck yeah, he's gonna do it without question. feelings are a bitch, but they're strong.
denji says kiss him and he doesn't have the chance to do so before denji's kissing him. bakugou grunts at the sudden grip and tug, but quickly presses into the kiss, eyebrows furrowing and a low growl rumbling in his lips as he presses his mouth against the other boy's.]
[ it's not being in a relationship that's so overwhelming, and it's not that it happens to be a guy or anything like that. that part is already— resolved for denji just recently, whether he expressed it to his partner or not. it's not the issue if he likes bakugou, no, it's the fear of it. denji felt at ease while hiding behind the idea of them being nothing more than fuck buddies, exploring each other and enjoying the curiosity-driven by being a couple of teens. they would date, hook up, and have fun until the day comes when bakugou is done goofing off and commits to a real relationship with someone else. after all, why would someone like him— would ever want to have something legitimate with damaged goods?
denji was fine with it. it's why he was forward from day one and told him he didn't mind if bakugou fantasized about other people; he was forward and while it might come off as him being a shallow asshole it was more of denji's low self-worth poking its ugly head. he was fine. it's fine. he'd cope — it kept the hero from getting too close, and it offered the half-devil an illusion that bakugou is safe because he's not involved with him in a way that would make him a target. the control devil wouldn't care over a fuck buddy under the blankets, but ... genuine feelings? all curled up in chainsaw man's heart? now that's a different story. it's a weakness- and devils loved feasting on vulnerability. denji wouldn't be as nervous if makima wasn't here, and no one could blame him.
yet, despite all those grim thoughts, they were easy to mute and push aside as they kissed each other. bakugou is the only one here who has that power over him in this city; to tame the cruel whispers and make him believe that everything is alright when they're together. did the hero know what that means to someone like denji? someone who is in a constant fight or flight mentality, trying to survive, guard up 24/7, fucking scared and tired of feeling this way. did the hero understand how precious it is to catch a breather? how did he become denji's sanctuary whether they both intended it to happen or not? denji didn't even know where to begin to express that to him; no words on this earth could depict how important this boy is to him. it's just stupid he didn't figure it out sooner. just tonight, a few seconds ago ... and it's intense.
unlike their greeting earlier, this one was heavy with passion, eagerness, and fervor. denji didn't waste time and pressed his tongue inside the other's mouth, still trying his best to be careful with his teeth but no promises. his body is already too warm and a lot more sensitive, very aware of the boy on top of him and denji decides he wants more. more of bakugou. he relaxed his grip on the other's shirt, content that he wouldn't break off their kiss anytime soon, he then started to trace his fingers down bakugou's chest. it seemed like denji was planning to grab into his hips again, only to have a change of heart as he remembered something important. bakugou was certainly blessed with certain perks. of course he had to appreciate those pecs, going as far as slipping both hands under his shirt for a proper skin-to-skin. with his eyes closed, denji can only go by memory, thinking of their time in the shower and of how sinfully enticing they were, so full and perky, and- he goes for a squeeze, gently brushing his thumb over a nipple.
shameless, denji muffled a low groan. the words slip between his heavy breaths, unbothered to stop kissing him as he whispers. ]
... I like you, too.
[ and no, it wasn't the words of a horny idiot who wanted to say whatever to get the other in the mood; it was genuine. denji meant it even when he's too drunk with bakugou's attention on him, it still wouldn't overshadow the truth. all he needed was to hush those fears down and focus. he likes him. he does, and with it comes a few concerns. denji knows he has to deal with it instead of hiding behind a fantasy. however, it's only fair bakugou hear him say it. the rest? they will have to work on it.
gently, he pulled away and tossed his head back on the pillow. denji glanced upward with his lips slightly apart, panting a bit, and lashes low over his hazy eyes. ]
And I'm not just saying that because I want to fuck you right now.
[the fear of it. bakugou was never scared of a relationship. only annoyed by the prospect of it getting in the way of his path towards becoming the greatest hero. distracting from his studies and work, adding another burden he didn't need to focus on. you don't hear a lot about heroes with significant others or spouses or even families. often that's just not remarked on or kept secret for obvious reasons. because there are dangers to caring about someone. heroes face those dangers all the time. allies, friends, lovers, families, every single one of them would become a weakness to any villain low enough to exploit that.
bakugou's seen it in his own life. sludge villain captured him and so many heroes held back out of fear of hurting the kid inside the monster. ending captured endeavor's son and held him hostage, threatening to kill natsuo if endeavor didn't end the villain's life himself, which only made the number 2 pro hero freeze up in despair. kota's hero parents died in a villain attack, leaving their son orphaned and intensely jaded against heroes. he knew he'd have a hard time fighting if someone he cared about was being used as a shield or bargaining piece. relationships are always a chink in the armor.
feelings. hearts. morals. shit villains can so easily throw away. it's what makes the life of a villain so easy. they don't have to abide by the rules. they can do whatever they want and only force can stop them. bakugou doesn't know denji's nightmare is here. he doesn't know what the other boy is risking by getting involved with him. but he does know the sickening realization that he is someone's weakness. when he was kidnapped, midoriya almost broke down because of it. anyone who knew them would know that bakugou/dynamight was a good way to get to midoriya/deku. acknowledging the fact that he's his own best friend's weakness is a bitter pill for his pride to swallow.
but he swallowed it. washed it down with the acceptances that he's strong. and it's his job, on top of being a hero, to protect the people he has a relationship with, by being strong enough to make sure none of them ever get hurt because of him. he can't be weak enough to be kidnapped, can't be weak enough to be hurt, can't be weak enough to be a burden. accepting the relationship, whether it's friendship, partnership, lover, even family, makes a vow on his part to be a safe relationship. an investment that won't be regrettable for anyone who reaches out for him.
all of that went into the thoughts and feelings that culminated in this moment. when he said "I like you" to denji. he's not saying it because it's just a good time. he's saying it because he accepts the risks, because he accepts denji. broken goods, devil hunter, "not gay", half-devil, chainsaw man altogether. they can talk the specifics later, when they're not kissing each other on the bed, when those thoughts melt into other heat and something more intense pushes down the worries and realities of getting involved with another person. no, bakugou doesn't know just how much it means to someone like denji to say the things he has and do the things he's done. but he can learn about it in time, slowly and surely, as they grow closer together and this takes off even further. denji doesn't have to fight or fly around him. he can stay here beside him, safe and comfortable, and learn something completely new. they can mess with... the mess, later.
bakugou grunts at the feeling of denji's tongue pushing into his mouth again. that weird sensation of someone else moving around inside his jaws like that... but he runs his tongue over the other boy's without hesitating, licking up the glassy smooth underside before tangling around the top. he deliberately runs it over denji's teeth, tracing the sharp edges to let the boy know it's fine. don't treat him like glass. these sharp things are also parts of the half-devil he likes. hands push under his shirt and bakugou's breath catches in his throat as strong fingers spread over his pectorals. the well-formed muscles harden beneath his grip, flexing against his palms and digits. some day he's gonna murder him for that kind of thought process... pecs, not tits you damn bastard. but he's distracted as fuck right now, arching a bit into the groping feel. skin to skin, igniting even more want and need to a surging rush. goddamn he's hot right now. there's no water running over them this time. it's just them... a thumb on his nipple. a tongue in his mouth. denji under him.
bakugou swallows that groan, a rumble of his own sounding n his chest as he breaks the kiss just long enough to let the other boy talk against his lips. hearing those words... hits pretty damn deep too. he'll have time later to sit there and go "what the fuck" upon realizing this is actually happening. but right now, they only take that fire inside and roar it up into something all consuming. fucking amazing to know that sentiment's returned. they can work on the rest, the concerns, the shields, the extras, some other time. one step. they don't need to do it all right now.
the kiss breaks and bakugou lifts his head slightly, still hovering over denji as the other boy palms his chest and he looks down at the guy dropping his head on the pillow like that. tch... he really is a handsome guy. darkened eyes, blown pupils, half-open lips, panting breaths ghosting through his mouth, lashes lowered, the faintest flush from being all kissed the fuck out. guess that's a good cap to the first-time confession right?
because i want to fuck you right now
...
eh? seriously? he just said that, as if that's somehow supposed to get "okay" accepted without saying shit?! bakugou stares down at him with a few flickers of emotion across his face. surprise, confusion, wary, curiosity, arousal, the lot. what the fuck is he supposed to do with that?!]
[ in the celebration of being oh-so overwhelmed with every possible human emotion, denji decided to yell 'fuck it' in the back of his head and be honest. truth is, he wanted to fuck that boy since he opened up to him during their second date. in an ideal world, after his ill-prepared confession that night they would've shoved their tongues inside each other's mouths and celebrated their youth. yeah, that's what he was thinking, and denji will not be ashamed of it! listen, at the end of the day, he will always respect bakugou's wishes and boundaries, and he did make an effort to persuade him in a less perverted manner because denji knew he was worth the wait. happy to take it slow, and be respectful, but that didn't mean his ideology had been cleansed with holy water.
it didn't mean when they were out on a casual date denji wasn't fantasizing about what it's like to be intimate with the boy in front of him, even while sharing a meal and talking about mundane things he still couldn't help but entertain those thoughts in the privacy of his mind. he questioned himself if it was something he truly felt ready to explore with another guy or if he was using the hero as an excuse to escape the dreads of his old life. it's no secret denji wasn't looking for anything serious once he came to this city and they had this conversation before anything had started between them, so part of him wanted to see if there was a change of heart from within. he thought about it a lot, more than he should be; borderline obsessing. denji wanted to be sure that he understood the contrast between yearning for cheap thrills and bakugou being someone important enough to explore with. out of respect, the half-devil had to be certain he was not selfishly approaching this. he's not proud to admit it, even to himself, but this was - a bit of a struggle to resolve. why? because denji isn't someone who had the best physical/intimate/sexual background to allow him to navigate something as complicated. on top of that, he spent most of his teen life narrowing his line of vision to the basic meaning of 'sex' and linked it to 'pleasure', focusing on the act and not on the significance of sharing it with the right person. again, it all circles back to him believing that he isn't worth anything else.
at days he was convinced he didn't want anything more from earthly pleasures; just mindless sex, quick and dirty. then on the other, he found himself wondering what it would be like if someone actually wanted him. really, truly, sincerely cared for him. what's it like to be in that mindset and be reassured that person won't ever hurt you? god, that would be a dream. it seemed like something isn't created for the scum like him— until bakugou confessed and that dream seemed a lot more vivid and more reachable.
and, fuck, he's so glad no one has taken that away from him, and his 'first' is destined to be with someone he cared for and has returned the sentiment.
'let's do it'. - wait, seriously? ]
... Huh?
[ he sits up a bit, shifting the weight of his upper body on each elbow to keep himself supported, staring at the other boy almost skeptical on whether he heard him right. he opens his mouth, only to end up staring again and realizing— bakugou is serious. this is happening. denji glanced to the side, pondering, then back to his partner. nervous? oh yes. it was a new type of unease though, one that denji is ... enjoying. this might be the first time there is a rare glimmer of life behind those fatigued eyes, and here comes a smile that isn't as vulgar as it should be considering the situation. no, denji looked -
- happy.
slowly, he moves again, straightening his back so he can pull bakugou to settle onto his lap more; they're now on eye level, and from this closer perspective, denji searched for any hint of doubt. anything. when he finds none, he reaches down to grab into those hips, making sure not to lose any touch of friction between them as he pushes his weight on the other, forcing bakugou to fall back on the other edge of the bed. as he stares him down, denji had to admit— he likes this view better. much, much better. the flush paints his cheeks again, his smile losing its innocence and he's back to being himself again as his gaze traces all over bakugou's body.
he starts to explore the other with a proper feel now, down the curve of his hips, and with a puff of reluctance, denji then begins to brush his fingers along bakugou's inner thighs, gently prodding him to relax and spread his legs just a bit as he speaks- ]
[bakugou would never want to dunk denji in a tank of holy water. he's not looking for a pure, angelic version of the other boy. not even looking for clean and most-law-abiding hero (though he would appreciate if denji did a little more heroic mindset things, something to work on later, since the guy's definitely improving). what he wants is for denji to be happy. to feel safe and secure, without the ever-present target on his back and the ominous sensation this will all come crashing down around him. bakugou appreciates the fact denji let him take his time, didn't push him into something he wasn't ready for, an appreciation he returned by likewise waiting for denji to feel comfortable with moving forward or breaching topics, even if some of those got him snapped at...
contrasting denji's frantic mental and emotional gymnastics, bakugou had less of the perverted thoughts. sitting on the couch with the other boy left him thinking more about relationships, and what they would mean if he got into one. he already protected his not!friends and looked out for them, under the guise and annoyance and irritation they couldn't be trusted to do it themselves as well (and some of them, that's fucking true). but to add someone even closer than that? relationships are tricky, came with strings, thoughts you have about one person you don't with another, and the inherent risk of your heart being closer to someone else. a hero in a relationship... is that even smart? obviously it happens, but bakugou had always shoved it aside as not for him. now, that reality began to creep up in his mind. thinking about denji while lying on bed at night, or silently wondering as they drove in the car together on patrol. a serious relationship, when those small little words that meant so much would find a way to come out. is he ready for that? ... apparently. given enough time to work his feelings out, prepare, he's approaching this like most new things in his life: determined to give it his all and win. even if he's got no fucking clue what he's doing.
at least he knows he doesn't want to hurt denji. it's one of the reasons he was unsure about this physical part. what if the other boy thought this was nothing more than a cheap thrill for pleasure? thought he was just being used, ready to be discarded once bakugou was done. that's not a thought the young hero would tolerate. he's not going to lie to him, use him, or any of that shit. admitting he likes denji, that he wants to be with him, do this with him, had to come when bakugou felt he could say it... and both of them would believe it.
maybe this isn't going to be the candle-illuminated, rose-scented, post-dinner romantic moment denji thought he'd have with his first time partner. but if bakugou knows anything about sex (and he's not blushing prude) it's that that kind of crap is fake as fuck. this, right now, is probably how it's done most of the time. did he ever think his first time was going to be with denji? the boy who walked up and declared they were partners in the locker room five months ago? nope!
but now it is. and he's pretty fucking excited about it. nervous as all hell, but good luck getting him to admit it. denji's slack-jawed "huh" immediately crashes right into bakugou's nerves.]
Don't fucking "HUH?!" me! I said let's do it!
[bakugou moves both hands to plant on the bed flanking denji's shoulders, eyes narrowing as he pushes up to lock his elbows and loom over the other boy. when the fuck has he ever said something and not meant it? especially to denji. deny and yell and taunt, but never lie. those red gazes flare up as if daring the other boy to protest the comment, to question whether it's an honest agreement. he'll smash that skepticism in denji's eyes to pieces if he has to. when the half-devil sinks back a bit and gaze off to the side, bakugou presses his lips together, wondering if it might've been too forward to agree. like hell it was! denji said he was already thinking about it! by the time those tawny eyes return to his face, bakugou can see that flicker inside them.
guh... figures the idea of sex would be what flicks the bic in denji's life.
but seeing him look happy has to be one of the most treasured things bakugou's ever locked away in his mind. a pure, happy, honest smile that matches the warmth in denji's gaze. if sex brings that out... fuck it. let's do it. he shifts a little when he's pulled forward, knees dragging against the sheets as he ends up kind of half-kneeling, half-lying atop the other boy, propped by his hands as his torso and back pull into an arch he doesn't want to stay in too long. bakugou keeps his eyes locked with denji's, never breaking the contact once. if he's looking for doubt in the hero's gaze, he's not going to find any. bakugou doesn't waste time second guessing himself.
he grunts slightly when he finds himself being dragged against, denji's hips pressing to his own and strong hands gripping at his waist before the world tilts and he lands on his back by the bed's rim. one arm drops over his head, red eyes staring up at the tawny pair above him, choppy bangs a little tossed on his forehead. he feels his pulse race and reaches up to grip at denji's shoulder to keep himself from feeling flustered. it's... not really working. fuck. not with denji's pink-cheeked face overhead, knowing he's looking at him in a very carnal manner.
a low exhale ghosts across his lips as hands wander downward, narrow hips lifting slightly and his abs hardening when the other boy runs his fingers down the lines of his thighs. soft then hard, relaxed then tensed, being touched in that place threatens to make his breath hitch and hell if he's gonna do that yet! but he slowly moves his legs, spreading them apart against the bed, feet and knees flanking denji's shins and lower thighs.]
It's gonna feel weird at first regardless. [grumbly, but he wants denji to be aware of that.] You better know how this fucking works. [god, do not tell him he needs to explain how two guys fuck to denji.]
[ of course bakugou would start yelling at him during this romantic journey, and of course denji would meet that fire with a casual, smitten curve of his lips. who knew that little bark would calm down the nerves that might make him question every step moving forward, like a switch that turned and he was instantly comforted that it's all good now. the consent is signed and sealed. what's left is for them to— explore.
he tips his head to the side, eyeing bakugou with mild disagreement on his statement, yet he is careful not to downgrade any concerns he might have. 'weird' is not something he plans to make the other feel, and if it does happen during their first time, then it's a sign for them to stop and take a break. the pain, however, is more likely to happen— it's why he asked if there is something he can do to ease into it, trying to appear so fucking considerate. it's not like he wasn't thirsting over bakugou when he was battered, heavily bruised, and covered in his own blood during the last kaiju's mission. what a delicious sight and scent he had that day, denji could've risked it all. he should feel bad about that, yet the memory of it was riling him up more as he began to pull on the other boy's shirt, spreading his fingers while pushing the fabric up to his chest without stripping him off. there it is— the scars; some are more mature and give the impression bakugou had them before coming into the city, and some are fresh and close to healing from the previous fight. underneath them is a body that's anything but feminine, and it baffles denji how much he's .. attracted to it. without the hot steam of the shower ruining the view, those toned muscles, sinful curves, and bruised yet insanely soft skin to the eyes and in touch made denji exhale a heavy breath.
there is nothing stopping him from bending over and kissing each and every scar and denji does so, pressing his lips close to his abdomen where one scar was hard to dismiss— only because it seemed to have caused the hero the most pain. the texture of the skin was different from his own, more callous and denji brushed his lips over it before placing a few kisses; slow and gentle. his partner is questioning if he knows what he's doing, and without lifting his head or stopping what he's doing, denji muttered- ]
Hmm, okay. How does it work, then?
[ in all honesty, he's not being condescending, even when he can hear the low jab behind bakugou's words. he can choose to be offended or acknowledge that he might need some guidance along the way. it's not like he had the motivation to investigate before meeting his partner. however- for someone who had to survive in the streets, listening to adults here and there, denji had a solid idea of the basics, which isn't the hard part. however, having a vague idea is one thing and at the end of the day, no one is an expert here, so he wouldn't pretend he's about to utilize his dick in ways a porn star would.
isn't this the whole point of feeding their curiosity with each other? it's a learning process; to understand what one likes and dislikes, how far boundaries can be tested, and what they can learn about themselves. for starters, denji seems to have a tiny little fixation with using his mouth, and not for yapping nonsense for a change. everywhere his hand would touch, his lips tended to follow, and he certainly made it evident that he was enjoying bakugou's perks in one way or another. everything about him is perfect. the feel, the smell, and his warmth. fuck.
he sits up a bit, wiping his mouth clean after abusing every inch of exposed skin he can get with those pesky clothes still in the way. he turns his attention to his partner, meeting his gaze, once again being reminded that bakugou is - leaning towards the 'pretty' side despite his essence; naturally gifted with good looks that can equally be soft and serene, yet can also reflect ferocity and fire. it's insane how he can pull off two with perfect balance. okay, enough of those clothes. he will help bakugou undress now, happy to assist as he strips him off his shirt first. is he going to fold it neatly or toss it to the floor? the answer is clear. ]
Also, it shouldn't feel weird, you. Tell me if it does ...
[ he then leans down to kiss him, closing his eyes and forcing himself to relax a bit. this is the time when denji wants to slow down and really enjoy himself because it's something he has been waiting for so long and he's not about to end it in a few lousy seconds. he'll take it slow, yes ... he kept kissing him, shifting a bit so he could guide his hand low and between bakugou's legs, gently stroking him behind the thick fabric of his pants; careful not to be too rough yet shamelessly feeling him up. ]
[was there ever any doubt? going quiet when something like this is happening would be impossible, despite the flustered heat growing on his face. embarrassment, arousal, a desire not to look like he's fucking nervous or embarrassed in the first place. does he know what he's doing? on a factual level, yes. but staring reality in the face, actually doing it? like hell he does! at least denji looks less worried. did he think bakugou wouldn't agree?
probably. don't look at him like that, dammit! there's no fucking disappointment here! if he knows how sex between two guys works, then it's gonna be weird! you don't just stick something up there all of a sudden and expect it to feel good! how would denji like it if someone rammed a finger up his ass? ... WHY THE FUCK IS HE ALREADY THINKING LIKE DENJI'S GONNA BE THE ONE FUCKING HIM?! maybe because denji already said he wanted to. grrr! fucking doesn't necessarily mean he's not gonna get penetrated! bakugou could top him without a damn problem! and it'll feel weird at first either way! tch. weird. painful. then good. eventually. yeah, that's exactly the order bakugou's expecting this to go. denji's a sweet boy, trying to take that reality into consideration, but it's not like the explosive blonde had expected tonight to go like this. who wakes up on their birthday and thinks they're gonna get fucked for the first time by their new boyfriend that same night?! thoughts all running through bakugou's head and turning his face the color of a damn cherry right now.
until denji starts pulling his shirt up and his breath catches in his throat as hot skin bares on his stomach and chest. hard definitions clench over his stomach as he tightens his abs on instinct, chin tucking a bit when his shirt hikes over his pectorals and leaves his strong chest exposed to denji's view. it feels like a yoke almost immediately and he swallows despite himself. ignoring the tiny nicks and scrapes of bitty injuries over the year, bakugou's torso carries three intense scars: the two jagged tears of a puncture wound through his left shoulder front and back, another of the same on his lower right abdomen, and a large burst-like scar in the middle of his chest, like something exploded there. the central one is over five months healed by now; the ones on his shoulder and side are close to seven months. but there are other wounds from the past month's battles that are still fresh. healing yet sore and tender, though at least not likely to get torn open but some vigorous back and forth. denji's staring at him, taking him in, and bakugou's left momentarily floundering at the realization. when the fuck did this all happen?
he can't answer, not when denji's leaning over him and lips touch his diaphragm. feels like a tiny poke of lightning and he grunts softly in surprise, nerves picking up around the scar denji chose to kiss first. one hand slowly curls in the bedding beside him, the other hovers in the air for a second before curling into the other boy's scruffy sandy-blonde hair. moving onto another scar, this one still raw and tasting a tiny tang of copper that has bakugou's breath catching again. smooth flesh, a raise of scar tissue, to smooth skin again, ghosting across his body beneath denji's lips as the other boy explored him.]
Seriously?! [as much as he wants that to come out an angry yell, it's a quiet growl, strained between his teeth due to those damn sensations crawling over his torso. fucking bastard knows how to use his lips apparently.] Your dick... m-ah... my ass... I'm not - fucking explaining it to you!
[except he just did. and apparently he's bottoming. denji can put two and two together now! though he'll probably end up guiding him either way, as embarrassing as it is. he knows how it works, but never really looked it up or detailed it. guess they need lube, or some kind of preparation. guys use their fingers right? or denji can just shove it in. wait, that'd fucking hurt. what about his mouth? it's not gonna be like porn! it's gonna be weird, maybe messy, and they're gonna make noises and denji's gonna fucking see his face like-
bakugou cringes as another zip of pleasure rushes over him, teeth clenching and one eye tightening. the fingers in denji's hair fist harder, not enough to yank at his hair, but enough to graze his head and tug him instinctively. up? down? no clue. just holding him. it's a good thing he got a shower before coming over. after the store and meal and everything else. his chest is a flushed mess by the time denji leans back and wipes his mouth of saliva. that shouldn't be as hot as it is and yet bakugou's eyes are glued to it. from the way his fingers curl to the glaze of spit on his hand and wrist to the look in his eyes.
something about denji looking like this is amazing. a mixture of hungry, calm, eager, happy, lusty, and more. like a shaggy mutt who got cleaned up and is now showing what a damn hot wolf he really is. he's innocent and intense at the same time, managing to pull off the mixture without a fucking issue. lust and affection twisted into one in a way that'd be impossible for so many. and... and... fuck it, he really wants to see the guy naked again. bakugou ducks his head and doesn't say a word about it when denji throws the material to the floor, happy to get the damn thing off.]
It's gonna field weird, so fucking deal with- mph! [head off that guilt before denji starts treating him like a piece of glass. as soon as denji kisses him, it's bakugou's turn to shove caution to the wind. he wraps both arms around him, one hand burying in his hair again to cup his head, the other one shoving up under the hem of denji's shirt. fingers spread over the spans of his back, tough-skinned palm exploring the curve of his spine, the lines of muscle flexing under his skin, angular shoulder blades, the nape of his neck, hiking that annoying fabric up to the back of denji's shoulders and popping over one like a fitted sheet coming undone.
there's a brief pause, fingertips pressing into the boy's back, as denji drops his hand between bakugou's legs and palms him through his pants. gentle and shameless, which apparently isn't a problem because the explosive blonde's already hard. a nice shape and size beneath the fabric of his sweats.] You've got... too much on...
[it's not fair and bakugou tugs at denji's shirt, warning him he's about to pull it over his head in a moment.]
[ hey, bakugou is more than welcome to take the lead and get on top, denji is in a mood that falls under 'everything is acceptable so long as we both enjoy it!', and if that involves him getting on his knees and sucking dick— he'd do it for his beloved hero anytime (no, seriously. anytime ♥). it's not a matter of ego and who dominates who, it's more of who's more consumed by eagerness, lust, and hunger and denji might be taking the lead on this one. there is a normal amount of horny and then there is denji who just had a taste of something he's been craving and he couldn't stop.
the hair tugging was probably too fucking erotic for reasons he couldn't explain and he loved it when bakugou started gripping him this way. the tone of his voice when he spoke and the weight of his strong arms around him as they kissed made it really really hard to take this slow. the explanation earned the hero a faint chuckle, not surprised by the sassy clapback, to further annoy him — the half-devil leans back to nod, face terribly flustered and drunk with desire, yet he had the energy to mock his lover. ]
My dick in your ass. Got it ...
[ the window of taking the lead is shrinking, bakugou. either speak now or forever hold your peace because whatever garbage denji told himself about going slow is being pushed aside, all gone — especially when bakugou started moving his hands over his hot skin. denji shuddered a bit at the foreign sensation of someone feeling him up this way, the reassurance of being desired by someone else, and he wanted more of it. the physical consolation speaks far louder than any confession could and denji was struggling to keep his cool now. he didn't want to pull away, not even for a second, but the shirt was annoying him as well. with a grunt, he lifts his head and assists bakugou in disregarding his top, hands fumbling to free himself from it. it was anything but graceful, they probably yanked on the fabric too hard it messed up denji's hair and left behind untamed curls all over his forehead and eyes; the golden hue of his hair and reddish cheeks had its charm. ah, much better, it was getting a bit too warm. another kiss follows, this time it's more heated, messy and a mad mix of lips, tongue, and teeth, and to no one's surprise — the strong taste of blood is evident after a few seconds. it wasn't a traumatic wound, but it had enough sting to remind denji to be more mindful, an area that requires more practice from his side. except he didn't really care to 'fix' it; it's something the hero can handle, losing a few droplets here and there, adding more spice to his love bites. it is safe to admit that he - tastes good. bakugou's blood always tasted so rich and wasn't as acidic; light on his tastebuds and in a fucked up way made their kisses more intimate. more personal. denji flexed his jaw, parting his lips while running his tongue over the other's lower lip, breath warm and heavy as he openly relished the fresh drops of crimson. delicious. ]
Fuck ...
[ he tilts his head lower, catching bakugou's earlobe between his teeth, careful not to pierce the skin this time. with a heavy moan, he pushed his hand under the hem of the other boy's pants, once again failing to waste time stripping the other off and going for it with annoying obstacles on the way. this is one time he was thankful for the hero's love for baggy wear that tends to hang low over his waistline, with all the shifting around- it wasn't a struggle to slip in and push through his boxers as well. denji couldn't help but grin, leaning down to smother a few wet kisses along the other's neck, heart beating faster as he curled his fingers around bakugou's arousal. it started with a tentative feel, sizing him up, gently tracing his thumb over the tip, and smearing his slick all over his length. until denji flexed his wrist at the right arch and began stroking him, quick to pick up a rhythm; not too fast and not too slow. just right. is it weird that denji felt like he was doing this for himself more than the other? why did this feel just as good as pleasing himself?
he didn't notice he was already marking bakugou's throat, sucking and nibbling on the hot skin, leaving behind a few fresh bruises with every 'kiss'. it took a lot from him to fight intrusive thoughts and sink his teeth deeper — what the fuck was that?! something to think about later when it's all over but katsuki is truly messing with him in all the right spots. he knew what he wanted to do next, and he wanted it now, he wanted it yesterday, he wanted it the second he started looking at his partner differently.
he finally gives the skin around his neck a break, shifting a bit so he can press their foreheads together; lashes low and already out of breath. he then raised his other hand, gently brushing the tip of his index and middle finger over bakugou's lips, prodding ... could it be? is he asking for .... ]
... Sorry. I don't have any lube.
[ unless you want him to go in dry. open up, hero. ]
[if he did, he has a distinct feeling getting on top of denji would equate to riding him... tch, something he'll deal with later. he's already made the decision, even if he knows the other boy would be willing to try it. would he try getting fucked? two months ago, denji was hard straight as far as bakugou knew, and now he's grinding against him and pulling his clothes off. or would he just use his mouth? ... fuck, now the blonde's wondering about his own damn mouth. denji's unfortunately fallen for someone who's competitive in everything, even if it's pretty shallow at times. including how breathless he can leave the other boy if he's really gonna shove his dick up his ass.
like a laser, his brain locks onto the eager way denji responds to the hand in his hair. voice thickening, hands clenching, body hardening. bakugou refuses to pull it (yet) but he does push his hand through denji's hair more deliberately, not having a path and simply running it from front to back, dragging to the side, caressing in a circular rush because he can't fucking think straight right now when denji making out with him like this. that damn, subtle laugh earns a soft grown from the young hero and he glares up at the half-devil when denji leans back to acknowledge that. he'd be tempted to kick him if the guy weren't so completely flushed red with arousal and pupil-blown with desire.]
Get back down here.
[the window's passed and he doesn't regret it. he'll bitch later, because he does, but letting denji take control is okay. they can wrestle about things later. maybe sooner than they think. fast or slow, so long as it's with denji, it'll be fine. bakugou's not made of glass, even if his nerves are shooting up from the reality of this situation. so he grapples for him, touching his skin and feeling up denji's body without shame or hesitation. a shudder ripples through and he chases it, running from the base of the other boy's spine up to the nape of his neck, from the top of his chest down to the v of his pelvis. desire... yeah. attraction... of course. it's even better when that damn shirt gets hauled overhead and out of the way. bakugou's eyes burn with interest, watching denji's arms flex as he sheds the material off his head and down his arms, muscles flexing in his shoulders and limbs, hair bouncing a bit when the collar scuffs off, leaving him shirtless and flushed, impressive lines visible as neither of them give a shit about where the shirt lands. bakugou spreads his fingers over denji's chest, palms settling on his pectorals as his thumbs brush along the inside of his sternum. why's he look even better this way? hair tousled, cheeks pink, lips a little wet from kissing...
his elbows hit the bed as denji swarms him again, but bakugou refuses to give up the manhandling of his boy's chest, forcing the half-devil to arch a bit to reach his mouth. he lifts his head from the pillow to assist at least, mouth making an eager mess of denji's. there's blood pretty soon, but the sting's on the other side, leaving bakugou to realize the other boy cut his tongue, or lip, or whatever, on his teeth. so damn eager. the coppery taste lingers in the mellow o denji's saliva as they swap it between their mouths, tongue pressing inside and curving along his palate before dragging over rows of teeth. tch- there's a nick. he's not surprised he's leaking a drop or three of his own blood into denji's mouth. guess there's always going to be some crimson when you're making out with denji. he opens his mouth as their jaws part, letting the half-devil lick his lip, panting softly between them.]
Haa... ngh... [he can't stop a little sound of annoyance as those sharp teeth catch his earlobe, sending shivers rippling across his skin and making his shoulder hike up on instinct. that's fucking sensitive, dammit! it makes the shell flush red almost immediately. bakugou tightens his hand on denji's bare shoulder when his friend shoves his hand down his pants. shit-! he's really-! the hem scrapes down his thighs and he snarls in a heavy voice as he tugs one knee up, helping denji shuck the lounge wear down his shin and off his foot one at a time. leaving just the tight cling of his boxer briefs, which are summarily invaded as well. bakugou jolts, head dropping back on the bed and elbows sliding out to let denji collapse atop him as warm fingers wrap around his throbbing cock. fuck- denji's really grabbing his dick! it's not like in the showers, fast and scrambling, half-aware and hazy. it's deliberate. he rakes his hand through the other blonde's hair again as kisses race across his exposed throat, cussing into the air as he clenches his eyes shut. his shaft throbs in denji's hand, because of denji's hand, heart slamming in his chest while the half-devil feels him up. thick, soft skin, well-proportioned, thumb on the tip that's soft and spongy and now leaking with precum.
the first stroke has bakugou slinging a hand over denji's back and grabbing at his shoulder blade, other hand deliberately shoving down to angrily grapple for his new boyfriend's pants hem. why the hell should this guy have all the damn fun? if denji's gonna jerk him off, then bakugou deserves the same right! though his trawling hands aren't as stable as they could've been, staggering over denji's warm skin and caressing feels as sensations rush. his throat's gonna be fucking wrecked tomorrow... you ever wear a damn turtleneck in spring, asshole?!
finally denji breaks from mauling his throat like a beast and their foreheads bump together right as katsuki gets his hand on the hem of the other boy's boxers. he curls his fingers in the light material, as if debating on ripping them off. but that's a parting distraction when he opens his eyes, looking up at denji's golden gaze all heady with lust and attraction. fingers slide against his lips and he knows exactly what the half-devil is asking for. while it kind of is tempting to do it dry... he's not a fucking idiot. katsuki flick his tongue out, brushing at the tip of those two fingers. then grips them between his teeth.] It's fine...
[he'd rather it be just denji anyways. completely raw. with that, he leans forward and pulls the other boy's fingers into his mouth at the same time as he pushes his hand down, shoving denji's boxers halfway down his thighs in a stubborn demand to strip them off. had enough of their bothering interference. if he's getting naked, then denji's getting naked too.]
[ it's those small details denji started to learn about himself along the way that kept him on the edge. the overwhelming discovery of how touch-deprived he really is to get all weak in the knees as bakugou's callous hands brushed all over the curve of his back, shoulders, chest, and neck. all that is enough to rid himself of that numbness that crippled him for so long. it somehow made their newfound closeness more real, even with the vigor of their kiss and denji working his hand along the other's arousal — this might be the sensation that made the half-devil get so intoxicated with lust. yes, touch him again. more. dig those nails harder into his skin, aim for his chest, yank that damn cord, let it rain in red ... make him feel this way over and over again. alive and breathing.
there's a switch, a change in the air between them. a change from someone who seemed to have some control over the situation to letting go entirely. he can tell his boyfriend is trying to return the favor, aiming for his pants. with a smirk, denji used his free hand to grab into that prying wrist, tugging and urging bakugou to grope a feel of his cock. he's so painfully hard at this point, the idea of saying 'fuck it all' and taking the boy underneath him is getting louder and more enticing in his wasted mind. 'calm down, calm down' — he mused, still trying to fool himself that he is oh-so thoughtful when in reality he simply wanted to be a selfish asshole with this. denji's messy hair falls between their gaze, blond lashes lower over his eyes, eagerly waiting for the other's reaction to his offer. ah, the sight of bakugou's lips parting wide in acceptance is a pleasant surprise, and he takes in his fingers between his teeth like a good boy. the half-devil is unaware he was subtly asking him to open up even wider ... so he could shove them inside his hot, wet mouth. the fact denji didn't lose his shit over this is worthy of an award because - oh my god!! bakugou katsuki never looked any better in his entire life when he started sucking on those fingers, coating them with his saliva and traces of the blood from their kiss earlier. those gorgeous yet fierce eyes of his, the blush on his cheeks, the way he worked his tongue and moved his head into it -
denji's fumbling now; the steady strokes were getting messy, skipping the rhythm until he had to stop completely because he didn't want to press on his partner's dick so hard by accident. denji is so so distracted now, out of breath and not hiding it, he then squeezes on bakugou's wrist and rocks his hips to gain a little bit of friction along the swelling shape of his prick, begging for some relief. he grunts, careful as he twists them down the other's jaws. is this enough? ... is it? yeah, it's enough. if bakugou continues for another second he might just burst. ]
... fucking hell, you're s-something else ...
[ gently, he pulled his hands away, watching as his fingers slipped between those luscious lips, slick and covered in a beautiful mess that urged denji to curse under his breath. why was that so sexy? why didn't he have the stamina to try all of this in one night? it pissed him off even when he knew there is no reason to rush it all. denji just — never wanted anything this badly and that says a lot. for someone who fantasized about and desired so many partners in the past, bakugou is already on the top of the list, knocking them all out. okay, deep breath, once again he asked himself to calm down, but it didn't work this time. no more. his partner can handle it.
their clothes? all gone. they are both bare, vulnerable, and nothing else matters but the two of them. with a sly smirk, he splayed one hand along the small of bakugou's back, letting his fingertips press upward so he could make his lover lift his hips a bit. it wasn't an expert touch, only because denji is impatient and ends up manhandling his partner by urging him to knee one leg back, testing his flexibility. he refused to look away from him, even when he should be more mindful as he pressed his left palm on bakugou's ass to part his cheeks, wet fingers probing the tense muscles before he- forced them in. both. at the same time, and not as slow. it didn't stop there, he'd push past each knuckle, all the way in. denji leaned down and caught those lips again, muffling a heavy moan. prep, right. he should prepare him and flex a bit, work those muscles until he's ready. however, that part ... didn't last as long as it should. denji kisses him, softly, muttering 'you're good', another kiss, softer - soothing, or maybe it was more implied to be apologetic.
between all the squirming and shifting around, it was difficult to pinpoint when denji pulled his fingers out and when the tip of his cock presses in slowly, thick enough to gain a pause and a shudder- before moving his hips, pushing past initial resistance, and denji gasped, clutching his eyes shut and burning up. oh, oh ... so tight. too tight. fuckfuckfuck!! the intensity sucked the air out of him, gripping the other boy's thighs strong enough to leave a new set of bruises there. ]
[there's an eagerness in denji's motions as he touches him. his shoulders roll up into his hand as he drags fingers and palm over the rounds. his back dips forward and arches up when he traces the toned lines that flex under his skin. even his hips rock to the side when bakugou cups his hand around the arch of his pelvis. wanting, needy, exploring that sensation of a body welcoming his own close to him. actively wanting denji to be near him. bakugou's distracted by that warm, strong hand rubbing up and down his erection, but he refuses to leave the other boy to do all the work. no matter what wreck denji had been before, he's come into his own now. bakugou leans into the kiss, runs his hands all over his body, blunt nails dragging down the angle of his shoulder blades. not able to go for that ripcord yet because someone's smashing his chest against bakugou's, but... the idea's there.
bastard, he's not gonna let go of his damn pants just yet, huh? the blonde snarls into the kiss at having his hand redirected, but accepts and closes his fingers around denji's dick, groping and feeling him through the material of his boxers. it's like fucking steel, throbbing under his fingertips. bakugou takes his time, even if it is wanton and kind of aggressive, to fondle all over the other boy's cock, thumb pressing into the swollen tract of his urethra along the underside of his shaft. pinching at the velvet-soft plush of his glans and rolling his head around between thumb and middle finger, just enough to flick the slit crowning the top to urge more of that slick precum to ooze free. as impatient as the blonde is, there's something he wants to get across here was he maps out denji's dick: i want to know you. how long his cock is, whether he likes the tip or the base played with, if he's bucking into his fist or likes it more with two fingers up and down, the girth and weight, how hot, little to larger veins throbbing on the surface. if denji's gonna be selfish, then bakugou's going to take a minute or two for his own selfishness.
at least he's given the time since the half-devil's putting his fingers against his mouth. tempting to chomp right on them, but bakugou only opens his mouth and grips them with his teeth and lips to drag them inside. tongue pushing betwixt the two, slicking him up with lascivious sweeps of saliva. fuck if he doesn't recognize denji's eagerness and isn't wanting those damn things shoved down his throat. retching and gagging's not sexy. (okay, so maybe the latter...) he sucks on them soon after, face flushing as he treats denji's fingers like damn candy sticks. licking at their tips, tracing nail and pad, teeth scraping down their length and bumping over his first and second joints, clenching his lips tight and swirling the saliva in his mouth around them like a lewd wash. never once breaking eye contact because bakugou wants to see denji fall apart when he does this to him.
his pace stumbles a few times when denji's strokes falter. hips buck up and he thrusts his cock into the other boy's hand, trying to find that damn rhythm again as he hooks one leg around the back of the half-devil's thigh. fuck, this guy looks amazing, forgetting to take a breath out of sheer arousal, lips open and teeth glistening under his hot breaths, face a red mess of desire, cock swollen and tense as bakugou works him up and down in the confines of his boxers. why hasn't he ripped these fucking things off yet? when denji twists his fingers into his lower jaw, the blonde bites down on his digits, letting him feel the drag of teeth across his skin.]
... haa... haa... no shit. you think i'm... gonna give you anything less than the best?
[growled (panted) as soon as denji's fingers slide out of his mouth, a spindle of saliva threading between the tip of his middle to bakugou's lips. it breaks on his words and he traces his tongue across his mouth unconsciously, eyes boring into the other boy's face. intoxicating, unnerving, alarming with how much his body wants it despite the nerves trying to shove forward, embarrassment for whatever fucking reason, awkward because this is his first time and denji really wants to shove his fingers up his ass?! and yet, there's no one he wants to experience this with more than this boy hovering above him, holding his saliva-coated fingers as bakugou keeps him locked close with a leg.
finally skin to skin, nothing else covering them as he has denji naked and close, a deliberate sweep of one arm hauling the other boy down for a full-body shove. flush against each other, arching his lower back when a strong arm tucks under him and encourages his waist to lift. it does, right into the other blonde's, grinding dick to dick in a lewd nuzzle with nothing between them. shafts rubbing, heads oozing against each other, balls touching. but at least until denji's urging him to cock a knee back, which bakugou does with little issue. thigh and calf flexing with the action, pulling his leg up to flank the other boy's ribs and hips. knowing exactly what he's baring, and soon feeling that warm hand cupping his cheeks. his eyes widen a bit, pupils dilating slightly as he braces himself for it. denji's not looking away and neither is bakugou. he breath catches as wet fingers skim over his hole, probing once or twice before-]
Fu-ngh! [two at once and not slow at all, bakugou's eyes snap open, mouth dropping in a yelp of surprise and pain at the uncomfortable sensation.] Dammit, don't just shove them in, Denji! [even as the half-devil does exactly that, both fingers stretching his hole around them as his joints pop through the gripping muscle one, two, and butting up the third against his puckered rim. bakugou slams his ankle against the half-devil's obliques, not sure if it's trying to push him away with his foot or scramble his leg around his waist to cage him in. one hand plasters to denji's shoulder, the other grabbing at his bicep to hold on as heat, pain, stretch, full, weird, flood through him in a rush that leaves him panting and growling up at his partner. at least until denji kisses him, earning a low groan into his mouth as bakugou pushes his mouth hard to the other boy's. eyes clenched shut, face aflame, cock throbbing, ass constricting in an instinctive urge to push denji's fingers out. it burns, but it's not horrible.
denji's moaning into his mouth as well. that's... fuck, that's good. he feels good. bakugou digs his fingers into the blonde's upper arm and shoulder, toes curling beside his ass as his hiked leg spreads a bit wider to try and alleviate some of the feelings. the humming encouragement earns a muffled "fuck you" back in response as bakugou kisses denji again, shoving his tongue into his mouth just to trade that low groan from his throat to the other boy's. finally breaking the kiss, bakugou leans his head back just enough to breathe, forehead pressing to denji's as he gets used to the sensation of his fingers inside him.] Just... fuck... start moving.
[he's not going to let denji go too fast with this, dammit! it's their first time and he wants to savor each step. from kissing to grinding to sucking to fingering to fucking.]
[ was he not supposed to just shove them in? a tiny, fleeting second of doubt made him stop, but it was easily buried between bakugou's overwhelming attention on him. how the hell is he supposed to even think at this point? head fucking empty and whatever is taking over him is this undeniable urge to fuck this boy as hard and as fast as he can. breath catching in his throat from the shift of bare skin against skin, his eyes hooded as he propped his arm around bakugou's leg, somewhat forcing him to keep it curled around his waist. he then leaned in to meet his mouth. an eager caress of tongue, a hungry growl from his throat as he tasted his partner's hot, wet lips. rough palm grazed the length of those hips, waist, ribcage; fingertips drifting over the scattered, erratic heartbeat in bakugou's chest, up to cup his jaw in a sloppy, heated kiss.
and, now he started moving his fingers, pushing through the tight ring of muscles, careful but not really as careful. soon after, he started fucking him, working his fingers and finding a pace. pulling back to catch his breath, denji made the terrible mistake of glancing down at their bodies and his heart flared up at the sight of the other boy on the bed with his thighs spread, his swollen, dripping cock bobbing back against his stomach with obvious, blatant lust and further lower he can see his own hand pressed, moving into him. and that's when denji decided— he is absolutely obsessed with this human. he wants more of him. he wants all of him. his body, mind, and soul. denji never thought of himself as someone who could be possessive of anything on this earth, maybe it was a perk more suited for the devil in him, but it also felt so good to think this way. to amuse the thought: what it would be like to take him? fuck him so hard that it hurts. his eyes read feral, and denji wants, wants so much to let those intrusive thoughts win, wants to let those fingers wring him out right now on the dirty floor, but he knows he can’t. mustn’t. shouldn’t.
maybe another day ....
slow down. he's supposed to slow down. bakugou wants him to slow down ... denji's two brain cells are working overtime here, trying to comply with his partner's wishes. he sucks in a harsh breath through his nose, he stops for a moment and then exhales. the absolute horny filth of a face denji had is something else, silently promising him that he might not be this kind next time as he ran his tongue over his upper lip. but, he cares for him. he cares too much. his beloved, sexy, gorgeous, insanely attractive - ]
Anything for you ♥
[ denji murmured, his speech slurring in distraction as he worked to scissor his fingers a little wider. oh, he's not calm at all. he thrusts his fingers into his lover with a new level of force, sliding out just a little, and shoving back in, the wet, sloppy sound of his fingers lighting up every nerve in denji's starved body. it's so lewd, watching himself do this to someone else— touch someone like this. his face going up in flame, his mouth salivating as he took in the sight of bakugou spread out before him over the bed, he clenched his teeth against another bit-back, throaty groan. leaning in and looming over the other boy as denji added a third finger to that stubborn, tightening heat. still so tight. too tight, yet bakugou took it like a champ. he's perfect. perfect in every way. he kept at it, faster, deeper ... ]
You look ... so good. [ denji hummed, his voice breaking up as lust punched holes in his crumbling sanity. he just wanted to sink his teeth into that delicious throat of his again, grab him by the hair, and enjoy every inch of that inviting body of his. ] Your face, your voice, your scent... perfect.
[ -the dried blood in each corner of those luscious lips, the desperation and hunger shared by the two of them, the invited curiosity and the desire, all but writhing beneath him. the list goes on. it's endless— bakugou is truly the one he should share this experience with. it almost made all those shitty attempts in the past worth it if it was fated to lead denji to this night. the next moments form a vortex in his chest; it’s more than the sensation of being pressed, of being teased to watch and not act. denji loved it, loved every second of it as he belongs, utterly and entirely, to bakugou now.
still, he has limits.
denji grips his hips, claws into the meat of them, yanks the other boy into the position he needs him in. he wants to say that’s enough, really – that he’s ready. been ready. he likes to believe bakugou heard him and he smiles. overwhelmed and blinded by it, denji pulled his fingers back, hiked his arms beneath both of his lover's knees, and pressed the blunt, swollen head of his dick against the slick heat. he then — pushed. gentle this time, slow. the crown of his cock burst past that taut ring, and ... oh my god. denji clutched his eyes shut, gasping and shuddering, nails digging deeper into his flesh. he grunts, then moans, voice tight and breathless; every muscle screaming to move. 'fuck' denji cursed, bit down on his bottom lip, pulled his hips back and buried himself in deep. the sensation, the intensity- left inside denji filled, compressed, and consumed, and something bursts and surges inside him that no willpower could withstand.
he stares the other down with heavy lids, one hand reaching out to grab into the bed's headboard, the other keeping bakugou still from the hips. the contortion of bodies convenes in hot chaos as he presses himself inside bakugou's warmth in steady, slow thrusts. it's almost, almost lacking friction. it felt good, too fucking good. shit, denji is lost in bliss, and with one final ounce of sobriety he asks, for one last time- ]
[of course he's not supposed to just shove them in! at the very least, it doesn't hurt too badly. bakugou's felt a lot worse pain than this. probably because there's a huge slathering of weird and discomfort all over that pain. he may not know a lot about sex, but at least thinking should be part of it! maybe more so on the first time than future times. don't some things mention getting so caught up in the moment, it just happens? how the hell should he know?! and yet, every rub of bare skin against bare skin is threatening to take those self-controlled moments and shatter them like chains on a grind. denji doesn't have any problem keeping bakugou's leg around his hip, instincts calling him to tighten his limb over the arch of his boyfriend's narrow waist. before mouth to mouth happens again, opening his lips and accepting a sweep of tongue amid the vibrations of a throaty growl as he kisses back.
this isn't the same as a massage after a rough workout or training mission. denji's fingers and palm trail from his pelvis up his obliques to his ribs, creating a mixture of ticklish and arousing reactions as his heart slams behind his pectoral and throbs even further down his body. a low "mph!" puffs into denji's mouth when he starts to move his fingers at the same time he takes bakugou's jaw in his hand. that feels so damn strange. his pulse throbs inside his walls, the slick tunnel of muscle beating in time around denji's fingers. bakugo curls his toes behind his boyfriend's body when both digits push further inside, denting his ring and spreading him open farther in. one part wants him to wait, the other part wants to say "fuck it" and move, but neither's even coming to his mouth when denji starts actively fucking him with his fingers. bakugou chases after the other boy when he breaks the kiss, trying to catch the gossamer thread of spit between them before dropping his head back on the bed amid several panting breaths.
he cracks open an eye, just in time to see denji's attention drop down. bakugou groans thickly in a melange of embarrassment and desire, knowing the other boy's looking at him. the way his chest and stomach flex in time with each breath as he sucks in his air and exhales a second later. his cock hard and dripping already as it twitches between his spread thighs and drools precum onto the flat surface of his adonis belt. balls hanging below his shaft as the lines of his leg muscles clench and relax each time denji's hand visibly curls itself to push his fingers back in again. what a damn sight that is. bakugou's pretty fucking sure the half-devil is just as "bad" right now, what with his mouth hanging half-open, lips still glistening with saliva, torso tightening and swelling under each nigh-silent breath, cock just as tense and eager between his thighs as bakugou keeps denji's lower body arrested between his calf and upper leg.
it'd be a lie to say he recognizes the look in the boy's eyes. but instincts tell him he has to stop him before denji does something stupid and makes this a fucking mess. someone's got more than two brain cells working right now. bakugou tugs one hand free from the bedding he'd been fisting and reaches out to slap his hand against the other boy's shoulder. sweaty, hot, strong, perfect to grab onto and squeeze a few times to try and drag him back into the here and now. until he gets that sudden inhale, golden eyes blinking, a pause in action, and finally an exhale as denji's face fades back from a beast looking at raw meat with ravenous hunger to the same teenager he saw before. yeah, so maybe he'll get that horndog another time, maybe there won't be such patience next time, but that's fine. this time is happening now. bakugou swallows thickly in response to the question and the leisurely plunge of fingers again.]
Fuck... you... you really are... eager for this- [those twin finger spread apart, even that little bit, and his eyes widen, free arm jabbing his elbow into the bed and his leg tightening around denji's waist. fuck-! he doesn't know if that hurts, feels weird, or makes him want to cum immediately! and then it thrusts back in again, driving bakugou's head back to the pillow as he groans a short, thick noise of pleasure finally making its way past the bad sensation. he grits his teeth, trying to hold back the noises, despite that meaning they get to hear the sloppy, squelching sounds of denji's fingers pistoning in and out of bakugou's ass instead. he tightens up instinctively, abdominal muscles flexing hard below his glistening stomach, and squeezes down on denji's fingers with his core. forces them right back shut for a few stubborn seconds until bakugou manages to relax and the half-devil can pry the human's ass open again just in time for a third finger.] Ah-hhangh!
[it got bigger?! bakugou jerks his head down, eyes half-open and face flushed hot red, a snarl peeling his lips away from his white teeth despite the somewhat-delirious look raging behind his red eyes. of course he's going to take it like a fucking champ! this is just sex! it's not an injury! he wants denji inside him and fucking said so! that hand on denji's shoulder slips to instead hook around the back of his neck, holding him there over his body so bakugou can stare up at him and watch his expression. he looks good like this, amazing, so intent and amazed at the feeling.]
Uru... urusei- guh... Don't you... dare fucking stop- [stop fucking him? stop touching him? stop talking to him? stop looking at him? who knows. none of these? all of these. bakugou doesn't want anything to come between him and denji and the things they're making each other feel right now. even if it's weird, awkward, sexy, hot, awesome. but he's got his own limits too. two fingers first, then three, squishing in and out of his ass over and over. it doesn't burn as much anymore, his body's getting accustomed to the feeling of something being in there, and his own arousal is urging for something more. connecting with denji even more intimately than they are right now.] Denji- Shit-! En- enough! ... I'm ready- just-!
[his panting growls break off in a yelp of surprise when denji does exactly what he wants and slams his claws into his hips. one solid yank and bakugou slides a few inches down the bed, hips shoving up against the other boy's legs, ass pushing onto denji's knees. his eyes widen and his throat dips in a hard swallow, breath catching in his throat as reality smacks him right in the fire-fueled face. bakugou grunts hard as those fingers yank out, leaving him gaping in protest at being empty, before his knees are suddenly introduced to denji's forearms, then elbows, hooking around them as his feet get hauled clean off the bed. he stares up at the other boy, mouth hovering partially slack as he feels denji's blunt, oozing head push against his hole. he can feel his heartbeat in his dick. denji's really gonna-
and pushes. bakugou's head drops back, chin tucking upward, eyes widening as his ass spreads open around the other boy's tip. not the same as fingers, it's one solid probe, pushing inside and stretching him as his muscle slides backwards over denji's tip. slowly, gently, widening him all the way to the soft flare of his crown... before pop and he's inside him. bakugou's mouth opens in a silent gasp of shock and pleasure, body clenching down eagerly as he tightens around the back of his lover's little flared rim. now he can really feel denji's pulse. bakugou only dares to let one eye clench shut at the strain, the other wrenched open because he's not going to miss his boyfriend's expression. eyes shut, gasping like that, shoulders shuddering and arms shaking under bakugou's knees, blunt nails digging into his flesh to the point the blonde's squeezing his hand hard around denji's shoulder. fuck... he sounds so good like that, the single grunt of completion, then the moan of more. such a beautiful, passionate creature.
bakugou opens his mouth to say something-] FUCK!
[that comes out instead. a harsh, ragged shout of a million sensations all at once. every goddamn inch of him's inside. buried in deep, balls slapping firmly against bakugou's ass like some claim to reality. bakugou digs his fingers into denji's shoulder, legs hardening up hard from where they're thrown over his boyfriend's arms, toes curling hard enough to pop and muscles flexing all over his body. goddamn! he didn't feel this big when he was in bakugou's hand! feels like he got impaled, everything's burning, deep inside feels freezing, his body's yelling full full full and he wants to cum so bad it's almost agonizing! but despite his ass contracting wildly all over denji's dick, squeezing and trying to expel him in frantic convulsions... it feels so good he can't even describe it.
there are tears beading at the corner of his eyes, his face is a red mess, choppy bangs plastered to his forehead, legs spreading an indecent W over denji's arms, a dick shoved balls deep up his ass, breath heaving in and out of his mouth with his pectorals working like bellows, and yet his cock's shaking with arousal and his balls feel like they're ready to burst. above it all, denji's looming over him like a fucking god, handsome face as debased as his own, saliva on the rim of his lips, sharp teeth glistening with each breath, that damn ripcord dangling below his pecs, and his shoulders and arms tense up from his own pleasure. he can see each line on his neck when he swallows. denji looks stupidly good like this. his breath hitches again when that arm reaches for the headboard, taking bakugou's leg with it to spread him further, and he grabs at the other boy's hips with his free arm, tangling them in a weird twist on the bed. contorted, twisted together, and yet that feels just as amazing. every point of contact between him and denji glows red-hot in his mind. slow thrusts, rolling hips, barely even moving, and he's fucking grateful for that.] Easy... ngh... easy, you son of a... haa-haa... fuck... Don't move... until I say so...
[he can handle these slow rolls of his hips, feeling his dick churning and rutting so deep inside him. bakugou's not sure he can handle a full thrust. in that if denji does, he's probably going to cum right then and there. there's something else he wants to know first/]
[ you might think bakugou struggling to adjust to this pace would make him stop, but no. when the fire dies out and they both regain their composure again, denji might consider a lot of discoveries he found out about himself tonight. how did the night start with never wanting to make this a painful experience to having the biggest hard on in his entire life when the other boy started to get loud? this might be the closest sensation of denji experiencing what it feels like to get high on drugs because he could've sworn he's seeing that boy in different shades and colors. the gorgeous neon lights from the city illuminate the room and contours bakugou's features into perfection. it's like a wet dream, denji's certain he's having the best sexual dream of his entire life because nothing felt fucking real. no way there is anything on this earth that could make a human or devil experience such pleasure, and he had the dumb epiphany that this is what intimacy is supposed to be like; this powerful and unforgiving. denji had been blissfully overwhelmed by the nearly suffocating weight of want radiating between them, making his heart hammer into his ears and blood rushing through his body, pumping nonstop adrenaline with each beat. it was more than just his casual aching impulse and hunger for closeness; it was the unfamiliar amount that he was receiving after years of yearning for it that made it nearly imp— no, it's impossible to go easy. fucking not happening anymore. they have crossed that line, jumped over it, sped through and it's far gone.
bakugou really thinks anyone in this room, on this bed, on top of him, the one staring him down right now— would listen to 'don't move until I say so'? really? is there anything about denji's smile and hooded eyes that says he's paying attention?
he wasn't until he was - a mild, sad, pitiful attempt but it's something.
focus returns to his vision with a welcome velocity, and denji regards his partner who is a tensed, coiled stretch of turmoil under his weight, tracing his gaze a bit lower, painted across his exposed throat with marks more temporary than those old scars. then, he noticed the tears - small, barely enough to slide down his hot cheeks, and denji was certain his heart had skipped a few beats. it's intense, too intense, grabbed him by the throat, and squeezed. a notion pulls at him, something foreign. he dares to hope at the implications it presents to him— but this pulls at a level of ravenous affection that he had long assumed was unworthy to one such as himself, unworthy to claim anything on this earth as his own. denji is already been granted the physical bond that has long been proved unachievable, to have someone willing to be with him in their most vulnerable and fully bare, emotionally and mentally. and for a while, he’d felt that it could be enough, being together this way and taking everything slow and steady. and then he tasted the tentative embrace of newfound sexuality; a gradually evolving forte with new barriers to disassemble and explore. meeting bakugou's eyes, between all the heat, short breaths, and maddening yet confusing clash of emotions— it opens a hunger that denji has never had an opportunity to quench with the living.
obsession and fondness, working in visceral mates with each other. it's a blessing for one, and damning for another. denji didn't notice he'd been chewing on his lip, and when he spoke his voice was infused with desire, only now it was glistening in red and held in place by the clench in his jaw. ]
Oh, I'm good ...
[ no further words are required, as if denji had no interest in wasting time on them. 'easy' - it echoes in his head, a faint voice, too weak, barely above a whisper. the air feels thicker, heavier in his lungs; despite denji's thoughts and the scratch in his breaths, he is looking infinitely more composed than he truly is. a false reassurance that was not intentional, it's a mere calm of resolve. there are ways in which the half-devil delights in testing his partner, but this one, he thinks, is a thing to be more careful with. so he is— slowly moving his hips, the precum gathering there providing some slide to the pressure. it takes every single ounce in his soul to keep himself in control; of all the ways he wants to undo bakugou, he had not imagined the extent of ecstasy of such a seemingly obvious method. in other words, going this slow is just more fucking insane. still tight, as denji pushed past the reluctance and the instinctive contraction of muscles. bakugou insists he's not ready while he’s simultaneously coaxing him into a silent invite with mad friction with each thrust; words contradicting what speaks louder to denji and it's the physical reciprocate of mutual hunger. with hazy eyes, he stares down at those gorgeous, flushed features of his— how can anyone look this good? this perfect? this attractive? it pissed denji off to be told to slow down when bakugou is pulling that face on him, naked and squirming underneath him, while he was fucking inside of him going through the most intoxicating, maddening clash of earthly pleasures. ]
It's fine. You're fine ... Katsuki ...
[ it didn't even sound like denji anymore; not a harsh tone but a bit too velvety and delighted considering the hell he's going through. it was a delicious, agonizing tease that managed to hit all the right spots. it made him pull back, ease himself halfway out in hot, trapped movements before he shunts himself back in; fingers gripped solid around the boy's hips, and then he grinds— pushes until his balls are squeezed against bakugou's backside. this time ... it was not gentle, and it was never gentle again. there's no intelligible sound from him, and denji finds himself struck mute by the sensation of tightness, of immersion, of everything this guy has become for him; sinking his cock into bakugou over and over with deep, grinding thrusts until he found a rhythm that sent every nerve in his body into a frenzy.
oh. oh ... this is how it feels, huh.
out of his goddamn mind, denji's nails are digging into his boyfriend's very human flesh, his knuckles turning white before he had to urge himself not to bruise him further. the sweat making his touch a bit slippery, toes curling tensely at each thrust as he rocks his hips, the bed creaking under their weights, the obscene slap of their hips, the wet sound of that cock plunging deep inside him. the dry painful friction easing into a slicked slide as the pre starts to work, hilting with a smack as he fucks bakugou. fucking him hard and fast. he gasps, open-mouthed, stuttering. he's so hard. has been hard this whole time. his dick is throbbing, leaking, feeling the pleasure flooding him, burning in terrible bliss and he smiles. how could he not have the most bibulous smile behind all the sweat, flush, and messy curls of his?
eyes are glossed, and brimming. watching behind his thick lashes bakugou's parted lips, blood forms a thin ribbon across an old bite, and what remains swells into beads until the weight pulls it down his chin and jaw. fuck. he kissed him. of course he did. even if it's a sloppy, drooling mess of hot gasps and moans. maybe he did it to steal a taste, or to shut him up from further protests, or maybe because he wanted to keep himself from spitting too damn much because it all comes out muffled against his lover's bruised and abused lips.
'you're perfect' ... 'i want you so bad' ... 'you fucking feel so good' ... 'you're so damn sexy' ... 'you taste and feel amazing' ...
until there's something else. it's more coherent, louder, and a bit assertive. ]
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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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Date: 5/3/24 20:11 (UTC)[no shit pickup lines or weird attempts at flirting too hard. as for denji + successful dating attempts? how the fuck should he know? girls trying to kill him during dates doesn't exactly mean the rest of the dating experience was horrible, right? could've had a fine experience and then had it ruined at the end. compared to bakugou's never having had a date in his live, until here at least, with denji, it's a moot point. and yet, he wasn't lying when he made a vow to himself to be the best experience the other boy ever had with someone else. there's no treachery, no abuse, no mean-spirited mockery or expected work. bakugou refuses to go down as another failed attempt at relationship in denji's life. whether that relationship was merely friendship, moved to friends with benefits, or even something more. he's not going to lose to some fucked-up bitches in the other boy's memories. hell, if possible, he's going to be so damn good, it'll wipe those dumbasses out of denji's memories into "yeah they sucked, but now" territory that doesn't even fucking sting.
though, that's kind of reckless and bakugou may be diving into this headfirst without his usual thoughtfulness and cankerous wary nature. though... really? he's been with denji for a while now, two or three dates under their belt, plenty of experiences both good and bad, and none of those have done shit to push him away or even flick a red flag warning up to make him leave. he already told denji he would never do something he didn't want to do, no matter how forceful it was shoved on him. which means... denji's something, someone, he wants to be with.
even if he's got his hand on his ass and is starting to squeeze it without fucking thinking. distracting, but not enough to prevent bakugou from saying that single-word shot to the heart. maybe he should've given more, maybe denji was looking for "mountain climbing, kicking ass, spicy foods, winning, heroes" and other listings of bakugou's likes.
instead, he got that. you. denji.
there's probably a shit ton in there to unpack, for both of them, and bakugou's horrible when it comes to unpacking anything vocally to other people about himself. unloading rawr on other people? much easier. but this? he doesn't regret what he said, but his mind's already bracing for any future questions that are gonna hit up with his usual awkward wall when it comes to feelings. he likes denji. he likes denji? ... yeah, he does like him. how far does "like" go here? uh... it's not like bakugou's fucking lying on other people all the damn time! or sleeping over in their rooms! or trading spit and tangling tongues naked in the shower with hands going all over the damn place. but... no regret. he likes him. yeah, he does. bakugou might be bad with emotions, but he's not a fucking liar.
maybe one day, they'll talk about denji's life. they'll venture into the trauma of his mind. bakugou will weather the pain and misery and longing that exist in a world he could never possibly know, an orphan abused and ripped apart by a world that seems to have it out for him personally with no exception. and he'll stand there by him when it happens. refusing to move or go anywhere no matter how gross or hard it gets. bakugou died once before. what's the world, any world, going to do worse than that? denji included. if he gets to live here and pull this boy close, hold him and tell him he means something, that's he's fucking valued by at least one person without a single shred of doubt in that promise... fuck yeah, he's gonna do it without question. feelings are a bitch, but they're strong.
denji says kiss him and he doesn't have the chance to do so before denji's kissing him. bakugou grunts at the sudden grip and tug, but quickly presses into the kiss, eyebrows furrowing and a low growl rumbling in his lips as he presses his mouth against the other boy's.]
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Date: 5/4/24 18:53 (UTC)denji was fine with it. it's why he was forward from day one and told him he didn't mind if bakugou fantasized about other people; he was forward and while it might come off as him being a shallow asshole it was more of denji's low self-worth poking its ugly head. he was fine. it's fine. he'd cope — it kept the hero from getting too close, and it offered the half-devil an illusion that bakugou is safe because he's not involved with him in a way that would make him a target. the control devil wouldn't care over a fuck buddy under the blankets, but ... genuine feelings? all curled up in chainsaw man's heart? now that's a different story. it's a weakness- and devils loved feasting on vulnerability. denji wouldn't be as nervous if makima wasn't here, and no one could blame him.
yet, despite all those grim thoughts, they were easy to mute and push aside as they kissed each other. bakugou is the only one here who has that power over him in this city; to tame the cruel whispers and make him believe that everything is alright when they're together. did the hero know what that means to someone like denji? someone who is in a constant fight or flight mentality, trying to survive, guard up 24/7, fucking scared and tired of feeling this way. did the hero understand how precious it is to catch a breather? how did he become denji's sanctuary whether they both intended it to happen or not? denji didn't even know where to begin to express that to him; no words on this earth could depict how important this boy is to him. it's just stupid he didn't figure it out sooner. just tonight, a few seconds ago ... and it's intense.
unlike their greeting earlier, this one was heavy with passion, eagerness, and fervor. denji didn't waste time and pressed his tongue inside the other's mouth, still trying his best to be careful with his teeth but no promises. his body is already too warm and a lot more sensitive, very aware of the boy on top of him and denji decides he wants more. more of bakugou. he relaxed his grip on the other's shirt, content that he wouldn't break off their kiss anytime soon, he then started to trace his fingers down bakugou's chest. it seemed like denji was planning to grab into his hips again, only to have a change of heart as he remembered something important. bakugou was certainly blessed with certain perks. of course he had to appreciate those pecs, going as far as slipping both hands under his shirt for a proper skin-to-skin. with his eyes closed, denji can only go by memory, thinking of their time in the shower and of how sinfully enticing they were, so full and perky, and- he goes for a squeeze, gently brushing his thumb over a nipple.
shameless, denji muffled a low groan. the words slip between his heavy breaths, unbothered to stop kissing him as he whispers. ]
... I like you, too.
[ and no, it wasn't the words of a horny idiot who wanted to say whatever to get the other in the mood; it was genuine. denji meant it even when he's too drunk with bakugou's attention on him, it still wouldn't overshadow the truth. all he needed was to hush those fears down and focus. he likes him. he does, and with it comes a few concerns. denji knows he has to deal with it instead of hiding behind a fantasy. however, it's only fair bakugou hear him say it. the rest? they will have to work on it.
gently, he pulled away and tossed his head back on the pillow. denji glanced upward with his lips slightly apart, panting a bit, and lashes low over his hazy eyes. ]
And I'm not just saying that because I want to fuck you right now.
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Date: 5/4/24 21:56 (UTC)bakugou's seen it in his own life. sludge villain captured him and so many heroes held back out of fear of hurting the kid inside the monster. ending captured endeavor's son and held him hostage, threatening to kill natsuo if endeavor didn't end the villain's life himself, which only made the number 2 pro hero freeze up in despair. kota's hero parents died in a villain attack, leaving their son orphaned and intensely jaded against heroes. he knew he'd have a hard time fighting if someone he cared about was being used as a shield or bargaining piece. relationships are always a chink in the armor.
feelings. hearts. morals. shit villains can so easily throw away. it's what makes the life of a villain so easy. they don't have to abide by the rules. they can do whatever they want and only force can stop them. bakugou doesn't know denji's nightmare is here. he doesn't know what the other boy is risking by getting involved with him. but he does know the sickening realization that he is someone's weakness. when he was kidnapped, midoriya almost broke down because of it. anyone who knew them would know that bakugou/dynamight was a good way to get to midoriya/deku. acknowledging the fact that he's his own best friend's weakness is a bitter pill for his pride to swallow.
but he swallowed it. washed it down with the acceptances that he's strong. and it's his job, on top of being a hero, to protect the people he has a relationship with, by being strong enough to make sure none of them ever get hurt because of him. he can't be weak enough to be kidnapped, can't be weak enough to be hurt, can't be weak enough to be a burden. accepting the relationship, whether it's friendship, partnership, lover, even family, makes a vow on his part to be a safe relationship. an investment that won't be regrettable for anyone who reaches out for him.
all of that went into the thoughts and feelings that culminated in this moment. when he said "I like you" to denji. he's not saying it because it's just a good time. he's saying it because he accepts the risks, because he accepts denji. broken goods, devil hunter, "not gay", half-devil, chainsaw man altogether. they can talk the specifics later, when they're not kissing each other on the bed, when those thoughts melt into other heat and something more intense pushes down the worries and realities of getting involved with another person. no, bakugou doesn't know just how much it means to someone like denji to say the things he has and do the things he's done. but he can learn about it in time, slowly and surely, as they grow closer together and this takes off even further. denji doesn't have to fight or fly around him. he can stay here beside him, safe and comfortable, and learn something completely new. they can mess with... the mess, later.
bakugou grunts at the feeling of denji's tongue pushing into his mouth again. that weird sensation of someone else moving around inside his jaws like that... but he runs his tongue over the other boy's without hesitating, licking up the glassy smooth underside before tangling around the top. he deliberately runs it over denji's teeth, tracing the sharp edges to let the boy know it's fine. don't treat him like glass. these sharp things are also parts of the half-devil he likes. hands push under his shirt and bakugou's breath catches in his throat as strong fingers spread over his pectorals. the well-formed muscles harden beneath his grip, flexing against his palms and digits. some day he's gonna murder him for that kind of thought process... pecs, not tits you damn bastard. but he's distracted as fuck right now, arching a bit into the groping feel. skin to skin, igniting even more want and need to a surging rush. goddamn he's hot right now. there's no water running over them this time. it's just them... a thumb on his nipple. a tongue in his mouth. denji under him.
bakugou swallows that groan, a rumble of his own sounding n his chest as he breaks the kiss just long enough to let the other boy talk against his lips. hearing those words... hits pretty damn deep too. he'll have time later to sit there and go "what the fuck" upon realizing this is actually happening. but right now, they only take that fire inside and roar it up into something all consuming. fucking amazing to know that sentiment's returned. they can work on the rest, the concerns, the shields, the extras, some other time. one step. they don't need to do it all right now.
the kiss breaks and bakugou lifts his head slightly, still hovering over denji as the other boy palms his chest and he looks down at the guy dropping his head on the pillow like that. tch... he really is a handsome guy. darkened eyes, blown pupils, half-open lips, panting breaths ghosting through his mouth, lashes lowered, the faintest flush from being all kissed the fuck out. guess that's a good cap to the first-time confession right?
because i want to fuck you right now
...
eh? seriously? he just said that, as if that's somehow supposed to get "okay" accepted without saying shit?! bakugou stares down at him with a few flickers of emotion across his face. surprise, confusion, wary, curiosity, arousal, the lot. what the fuck is he supposed to do with that?!]
Lets do it.
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Date: 5/5/24 18:34 (UTC)it didn't mean when they were out on a casual date denji wasn't fantasizing about what it's like to be intimate with the boy in front of him, even while sharing a meal and talking about mundane things he still couldn't help but entertain those thoughts in the privacy of his mind. he questioned himself if it was something he truly felt ready to explore with another guy or if he was using the hero as an excuse to escape the dreads of his old life. it's no secret denji wasn't looking for anything serious once he came to this city and they had this conversation before anything had started between them, so part of him wanted to see if there was a change of heart from within. he thought about it a lot, more than he should be; borderline obsessing. denji wanted to be sure that he understood the contrast between yearning for cheap thrills and bakugou being someone important enough to explore with. out of respect, the half-devil had to be certain he was not selfishly approaching this. he's not proud to admit it, even to himself, but this was - a bit of a struggle to resolve. why? because denji isn't someone who had the best physical/intimate/sexual background to allow him to navigate something as complicated. on top of that, he spent most of his teen life narrowing his line of vision to the basic meaning of 'sex' and linked it to 'pleasure', focusing on the act and not on the significance of sharing it with the right person. again, it all circles back to him believing that he isn't worth anything else.
at days he was convinced he didn't want anything more from earthly pleasures; just mindless sex, quick and dirty. then on the other, he found himself wondering what it would be like if someone actually wanted him. really, truly, sincerely cared for him. what's it like to be in that mindset and be reassured that person won't ever hurt you? god, that would be a dream. it seemed like something isn't created for the scum like him— until bakugou confessed and that dream seemed a lot more vivid and more reachable.
and, fuck, he's so glad no one has taken that away from him, and his 'first' is destined to be with someone he cared for and has returned the sentiment.
'let's do it'. - wait, seriously? ]
... Huh?
[ he sits up a bit, shifting the weight of his upper body on each elbow to keep himself supported, staring at the other boy almost skeptical on whether he heard him right. he opens his mouth, only to end up staring again and realizing— bakugou is serious. this is happening. denji glanced to the side, pondering, then back to his partner. nervous? oh yes. it was a new type of unease though, one that denji is ... enjoying. this might be the first time there is a rare glimmer of life behind those fatigued eyes, and here comes a smile that isn't as vulgar as it should be considering the situation. no, denji looked -
- happy.
slowly, he moves again, straightening his back so he can pull bakugou to settle onto his lap more; they're now on eye level, and from this closer perspective, denji searched for any hint of doubt. anything. when he finds none, he reaches down to grab into those hips, making sure not to lose any touch of friction between them as he pushes his weight on the other, forcing bakugou to fall back on the other edge of the bed. as he stares him down, denji had to admit— he likes this view better. much, much better. the flush paints his cheeks again, his smile losing its innocence and he's back to being himself again as his gaze traces all over bakugou's body.
he starts to explore the other with a proper feel now, down the curve of his hips, and with a puff of reluctance, denji then begins to brush his fingers along bakugou's inner thighs, gently prodding him to relax and spread his legs just a bit as he speaks- ]
... How can I make sure it won't hurt?
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Date: 5/5/24 22:25 (UTC)contrasting denji's frantic mental and emotional gymnastics, bakugou had less of the perverted thoughts. sitting on the couch with the other boy left him thinking more about relationships, and what they would mean if he got into one. he already protected his not!friends and looked out for them, under the guise and annoyance and irritation they couldn't be trusted to do it themselves as well (and some of them, that's fucking true). but to add someone even closer than that? relationships are tricky, came with strings, thoughts you have about one person you don't with another, and the inherent risk of your heart being closer to someone else. a hero in a relationship... is that even smart? obviously it happens, but bakugou had always shoved it aside as not for him. now, that reality began to creep up in his mind. thinking about denji while lying on bed at night, or silently wondering as they drove in the car together on patrol. a serious relationship, when those small little words that meant so much would find a way to come out. is he ready for that? ... apparently. given enough time to work his feelings out, prepare, he's approaching this like most new things in his life: determined to give it his all and win. even if he's got no fucking clue what he's doing.
at least he knows he doesn't want to hurt denji. it's one of the reasons he was unsure about this physical part. what if the other boy thought this was nothing more than a cheap thrill for pleasure? thought he was just being used, ready to be discarded once bakugou was done. that's not a thought the young hero would tolerate. he's not going to lie to him, use him, or any of that shit. admitting he likes denji, that he wants to be with him, do this with him, had to come when bakugou felt he could say it... and both of them would believe it.
maybe this isn't going to be the candle-illuminated, rose-scented, post-dinner romantic moment denji thought he'd have with his first time partner. but if bakugou knows anything about sex (and he's not blushing prude) it's that that kind of crap is fake as fuck. this, right now, is probably how it's done most of the time. did he ever think his first time was going to be with denji? the boy who walked up and declared they were partners in the locker room five months ago? nope!
but now it is. and he's pretty fucking excited about it. nervous as all hell, but good luck getting him to admit it. denji's slack-jawed "huh" immediately crashes right into bakugou's nerves.]
Don't fucking "HUH?!" me! I said let's do it!
[bakugou moves both hands to plant on the bed flanking denji's shoulders, eyes narrowing as he pushes up to lock his elbows and loom over the other boy. when the fuck has he ever said something and not meant it? especially to denji. deny and yell and taunt, but never lie. those red gazes flare up as if daring the other boy to protest the comment, to question whether it's an honest agreement. he'll smash that skepticism in denji's eyes to pieces if he has to. when the half-devil sinks back a bit and gaze off to the side, bakugou presses his lips together, wondering if it might've been too forward to agree. like hell it was! denji said he was already thinking about it! by the time those tawny eyes return to his face, bakugou can see that flicker inside them.
guh... figures the idea of sex would be what flicks the bic in denji's life.
but seeing him look happy has to be one of the most treasured things bakugou's ever locked away in his mind. a pure, happy, honest smile that matches the warmth in denji's gaze. if sex brings that out... fuck it. let's do it. he shifts a little when he's pulled forward, knees dragging against the sheets as he ends up kind of half-kneeling, half-lying atop the other boy, propped by his hands as his torso and back pull into an arch he doesn't want to stay in too long. bakugou keeps his eyes locked with denji's, never breaking the contact once. if he's looking for doubt in the hero's gaze, he's not going to find any. bakugou doesn't waste time second guessing himself.
he grunts slightly when he finds himself being dragged against, denji's hips pressing to his own and strong hands gripping at his waist before the world tilts and he lands on his back by the bed's rim. one arm drops over his head, red eyes staring up at the tawny pair above him, choppy bangs a little tossed on his forehead. he feels his pulse race and reaches up to grip at denji's shoulder to keep himself from feeling flustered. it's... not really working. fuck. not with denji's pink-cheeked face overhead, knowing he's looking at him in a very carnal manner.
a low exhale ghosts across his lips as hands wander downward, narrow hips lifting slightly and his abs hardening when the other boy runs his fingers down the lines of his thighs. soft then hard, relaxed then tensed, being touched in that place threatens to make his breath hitch and hell if he's gonna do that yet! but he slowly moves his legs, spreading them apart against the bed, feet and knees flanking denji's shins and lower thighs.]
It's gonna feel weird at first regardless. [grumbly, but he wants denji to be aware of that.] You better know how this fucking works. [god, do not tell him he needs to explain how two guys fuck to denji.]
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Date: 5/6/24 19:03 (UTC)he tips his head to the side, eyeing bakugou with mild disagreement on his statement, yet he is careful not to downgrade any concerns he might have. 'weird' is not something he plans to make the other feel, and if it does happen during their first time, then it's a sign for them to stop and take a break. the pain, however, is more likely to happen— it's why he asked if there is something he can do to ease into it, trying to appear so fucking considerate. it's not like he wasn't thirsting over bakugou when he was battered, heavily bruised, and covered in his own blood during the last kaiju's mission. what a delicious sight and scent he had that day, denji could've risked it all. he should feel bad about that, yet the memory of it was riling him up more as he began to pull on the other boy's shirt, spreading his fingers while pushing the fabric up to his chest without stripping him off. there it is— the scars; some are more mature and give the impression bakugou had them before coming into the city, and some are fresh and close to healing from the previous fight. underneath them is a body that's anything but feminine, and it baffles denji how much he's .. attracted to it. without the hot steam of the shower ruining the view, those toned muscles, sinful curves, and bruised yet insanely soft skin to the eyes and in touch made denji exhale a heavy breath.
there is nothing stopping him from bending over and kissing each and every scar and denji does so, pressing his lips close to his abdomen where one scar was hard to dismiss— only because it seemed to have caused the hero the most pain. the texture of the skin was different from his own, more callous and denji brushed his lips over it before placing a few kisses; slow and gentle. his partner is questioning if he knows what he's doing, and without lifting his head or stopping what he's doing, denji muttered- ]
Hmm, okay. How does it work, then?
[ in all honesty, he's not being condescending, even when he can hear the low jab behind bakugou's words. he can choose to be offended or acknowledge that he might need some guidance along the way. it's not like he had the motivation to investigate before meeting his partner. however- for someone who had to survive in the streets, listening to adults here and there, denji had a solid idea of the basics, which isn't the hard part. however, having a vague idea is one thing and at the end of the day, no one is an expert here, so he wouldn't pretend he's about to utilize his dick in ways a porn star would.
isn't this the whole point of feeding their curiosity with each other? it's a learning process; to understand what one likes and dislikes, how far boundaries can be tested, and what they can learn about themselves. for starters, denji seems to have a tiny little fixation with using his mouth, and not for yapping nonsense for a change. everywhere his hand would touch, his lips tended to follow, and he certainly made it evident that he was enjoying bakugou's perks in one way or another. everything about him is perfect. the feel, the smell, and his warmth. fuck.
he sits up a bit, wiping his mouth clean after abusing every inch of exposed skin he can get with those pesky clothes still in the way. he turns his attention to his partner, meeting his gaze, once again being reminded that bakugou is - leaning towards the 'pretty' side despite his essence; naturally gifted with good looks that can equally be soft and serene, yet can also reflect ferocity and fire. it's insane how he can pull off two with perfect balance. okay, enough of those clothes. he will help bakugou undress now, happy to assist as he strips him off his shirt first. is he going to fold it neatly or toss it to the floor? the answer is clear. ]
Also, it shouldn't feel weird, you. Tell me if it does ...
[ he then leans down to kiss him, closing his eyes and forcing himself to relax a bit. this is the time when denji wants to slow down and really enjoy himself because it's something he has been waiting for so long and he's not about to end it in a few lousy seconds. he'll take it slow, yes ... he kept kissing him, shifting a bit so he could guide his hand low and between bakugou's legs, gently stroking him behind the thick fabric of his pants; careful not to be too rough yet shamelessly feeling him up. ]
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Date: 5/7/24 00:06 (UTC)probably. don't look at him like that, dammit! there's no fucking disappointment here! if he knows how sex between two guys works, then it's gonna be weird! you don't just stick something up there all of a sudden and expect it to feel good! how would denji like it if someone rammed a finger up his ass? ... WHY THE FUCK IS HE ALREADY THINKING LIKE DENJI'S GONNA BE THE ONE FUCKING HIM?! maybe because denji already said he wanted to. grrr! fucking doesn't necessarily mean he's not gonna get penetrated! bakugou could top him without a damn problem! and it'll feel weird at first either way! tch. weird. painful. then good. eventually. yeah, that's exactly the order bakugou's expecting this to go. denji's a sweet boy, trying to take that reality into consideration, but it's not like the explosive blonde had expected tonight to go like this. who wakes up on their birthday and thinks they're gonna get fucked for the first time by their new boyfriend that same night?! thoughts all running through bakugou's head and turning his face the color of a damn cherry right now.
until denji starts pulling his shirt up and his breath catches in his throat as hot skin bares on his stomach and chest. hard definitions clench over his stomach as he tightens his abs on instinct, chin tucking a bit when his shirt hikes over his pectorals and leaves his strong chest exposed to denji's view. it feels like a yoke almost immediately and he swallows despite himself. ignoring the tiny nicks and scrapes of bitty injuries over the year, bakugou's torso carries three intense scars: the two jagged tears of a puncture wound through his left shoulder front and back, another of the same on his lower right abdomen, and a large burst-like scar in the middle of his chest, like something exploded there. the central one is over five months healed by now; the ones on his shoulder and side are close to seven months. but there are other wounds from the past month's battles that are still fresh. healing yet sore and tender, though at least not likely to get torn open but some vigorous back and forth. denji's staring at him, taking him in, and bakugou's left momentarily floundering at the realization. when the fuck did this all happen?
he can't answer, not when denji's leaning over him and lips touch his diaphragm. feels like a tiny poke of lightning and he grunts softly in surprise, nerves picking up around the scar denji chose to kiss first. one hand slowly curls in the bedding beside him, the other hovers in the air for a second before curling into the other boy's scruffy sandy-blonde hair. moving onto another scar, this one still raw and tasting a tiny tang of copper that has bakugou's breath catching again. smooth flesh, a raise of scar tissue, to smooth skin again, ghosting across his body beneath denji's lips as the other boy explored him.]
Seriously?! [as much as he wants that to come out an angry yell, it's a quiet growl, strained between his teeth due to those damn sensations crawling over his torso. fucking bastard knows how to use his lips apparently.] Your dick... m-ah... my ass... I'm not - fucking explaining it to you!
[except he just did. and apparently he's bottoming. denji can put two and two together now! though he'll probably end up guiding him either way, as embarrassing as it is. he knows how it works, but never really looked it up or detailed it. guess they need lube, or some kind of preparation. guys use their fingers right? or denji can just shove it in. wait, that'd fucking hurt. what about his mouth? it's not gonna be like porn! it's gonna be weird, maybe messy, and they're gonna make noises and denji's gonna fucking see his face like-
bakugou cringes as another zip of pleasure rushes over him, teeth clenching and one eye tightening. the fingers in denji's hair fist harder, not enough to yank at his hair, but enough to graze his head and tug him instinctively. up? down? no clue. just holding him. it's a good thing he got a shower before coming over. after the store and meal and everything else. his chest is a flushed mess by the time denji leans back and wipes his mouth of saliva. that shouldn't be as hot as it is and yet bakugou's eyes are glued to it. from the way his fingers curl to the glaze of spit on his hand and wrist to the look in his eyes.
something about denji looking like this is amazing. a mixture of hungry, calm, eager, happy, lusty, and more. like a shaggy mutt who got cleaned up and is now showing what a damn hot wolf he really is. he's innocent and intense at the same time, managing to pull off the mixture without a fucking issue. lust and affection twisted into one in a way that'd be impossible for so many. and... and... fuck it, he really wants to see the guy naked again. bakugou ducks his head and doesn't say a word about it when denji throws the material to the floor, happy to get the damn thing off.]
It's gonna field weird, so fucking deal with- mph! [head off that guilt before denji starts treating him like a piece of glass. as soon as denji kisses him, it's bakugou's turn to shove caution to the wind. he wraps both arms around him, one hand burying in his hair again to cup his head, the other one shoving up under the hem of denji's shirt. fingers spread over the spans of his back, tough-skinned palm exploring the curve of his spine, the lines of muscle flexing under his skin, angular shoulder blades, the nape of his neck, hiking that annoying fabric up to the back of denji's shoulders and popping over one like a fitted sheet coming undone.
there's a brief pause, fingertips pressing into the boy's back, as denji drops his hand between bakugou's legs and palms him through his pants. gentle and shameless, which apparently isn't a problem because the explosive blonde's already hard. a nice shape and size beneath the fabric of his sweats.] You've got... too much on...
[it's not fair and bakugou tugs at denji's shirt, warning him he's about to pull it over his head in a moment.]
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Date: 5/7/24 18:33 (UTC)the hair tugging was probably too fucking erotic for reasons he couldn't explain and he loved it when bakugou started gripping him this way. the tone of his voice when he spoke and the weight of his strong arms around him as they kissed made it really really hard to take this slow. the explanation earned the hero a faint chuckle, not surprised by the sassy clapback, to further annoy him — the half-devil leans back to nod, face terribly flustered and drunk with desire, yet he had the energy to mock his lover. ]
My dick in your ass. Got it ...
[ the window of taking the lead is shrinking, bakugou. either speak now or forever hold your peace because whatever garbage denji told himself about going slow is being pushed aside, all gone — especially when bakugou started moving his hands over his hot skin. denji shuddered a bit at the foreign sensation of someone feeling him up this way, the reassurance of being desired by someone else, and he wanted more of it. the physical consolation speaks far louder than any confession could and denji was struggling to keep his cool now. he didn't want to pull away, not even for a second, but the shirt was annoying him as well. with a grunt, he lifts his head and assists bakugou in disregarding his top, hands fumbling to free himself from it. it was anything but graceful, they probably yanked on the fabric too hard it messed up denji's hair and left behind untamed curls all over his forehead and eyes; the golden hue of his hair and reddish cheeks had its charm. ah, much better, it was getting a bit too warm. another kiss follows, this time it's more heated, messy and a mad mix of lips, tongue, and teeth, and to no one's surprise — the strong taste of blood is evident after a few seconds. it wasn't a traumatic wound, but it had enough sting to remind denji to be more mindful, an area that requires more practice from his side. except he didn't really care to 'fix' it; it's something the hero can handle, losing a few droplets here and there, adding more spice to his love bites. it is safe to admit that he - tastes good. bakugou's blood always tasted so rich and wasn't as acidic; light on his tastebuds and in a fucked up way made their kisses more intimate. more personal. denji flexed his jaw, parting his lips while running his tongue over the other's lower lip, breath warm and heavy as he openly relished the fresh drops of crimson. delicious. ]
Fuck ...
[ he tilts his head lower, catching bakugou's earlobe between his teeth, careful not to pierce the skin this time. with a heavy moan, he pushed his hand under the hem of the other boy's pants, once again failing to waste time stripping the other off and going for it with annoying obstacles on the way. this is one time he was thankful for the hero's love for baggy wear that tends to hang low over his waistline, with all the shifting around- it wasn't a struggle to slip in and push through his boxers as well. denji couldn't help but grin, leaning down to smother a few wet kisses along the other's neck, heart beating faster as he curled his fingers around bakugou's arousal. it started with a tentative feel, sizing him up, gently tracing his thumb over the tip, and smearing his slick all over his length. until denji flexed his wrist at the right arch and began stroking him, quick to pick up a rhythm; not too fast and not too slow. just right. is it weird that denji felt like he was doing this for himself more than the other? why did this feel just as good as pleasing himself?
he didn't notice he was already marking bakugou's throat, sucking and nibbling on the hot skin, leaving behind a few fresh bruises with every 'kiss'. it took a lot from him to fight intrusive thoughts and sink his teeth deeper — what the fuck was that?! something to think about later when it's all over but katsuki is truly messing with him in all the right spots. he knew what he wanted to do next, and he wanted it now, he wanted it yesterday, he wanted it the second he started looking at his partner differently.
he finally gives the skin around his neck a break, shifting a bit so he can press their foreheads together; lashes low and already out of breath. he then raised his other hand, gently brushing the tip of his index and middle finger over bakugou's lips, prodding ... could it be? is he asking for .... ]
... Sorry. I don't have any lube.
[ unless you want him to go in dry. open up, hero. ]
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Date: 5/8/24 16:07 (UTC)like a laser, his brain locks onto the eager way denji responds to the hand in his hair. voice thickening, hands clenching, body hardening. bakugou refuses to pull it (yet) but he does push his hand through denji's hair more deliberately, not having a path and simply running it from front to back, dragging to the side, caressing in a circular rush because he can't fucking think straight right now when denji making out with him like this. that damn, subtle laugh earns a soft grown from the young hero and he glares up at the half-devil when denji leans back to acknowledge that. he'd be tempted to kick him if the guy weren't so completely flushed red with arousal and pupil-blown with desire.]
Get back down here.
[the window's passed and he doesn't regret it. he'll bitch later, because he does, but letting denji take control is okay. they can wrestle about things later. maybe sooner than they think. fast or slow, so long as it's with denji, it'll be fine. bakugou's not made of glass, even if his nerves are shooting up from the reality of this situation. so he grapples for him, touching his skin and feeling up denji's body without shame or hesitation. a shudder ripples through and he chases it, running from the base of the other boy's spine up to the nape of his neck, from the top of his chest down to the v of his pelvis. desire... yeah. attraction... of course. it's even better when that damn shirt gets hauled overhead and out of the way. bakugou's eyes burn with interest, watching denji's arms flex as he sheds the material off his head and down his arms, muscles flexing in his shoulders and limbs, hair bouncing a bit when the collar scuffs off, leaving him shirtless and flushed, impressive lines visible as neither of them give a shit about where the shirt lands. bakugou spreads his fingers over denji's chest, palms settling on his pectorals as his thumbs brush along the inside of his sternum. why's he look even better this way? hair tousled, cheeks pink, lips a little wet from kissing...
his elbows hit the bed as denji swarms him again, but bakugou refuses to give up the manhandling of his boy's chest, forcing the half-devil to arch a bit to reach his mouth. he lifts his head from the pillow to assist at least, mouth making an eager mess of denji's. there's blood pretty soon, but the sting's on the other side, leaving bakugou to realize the other boy cut his tongue, or lip, or whatever, on his teeth. so damn eager. the coppery taste lingers in the mellow o denji's saliva as they swap it between their mouths, tongue pressing inside and curving along his palate before dragging over rows of teeth. tch- there's a nick. he's not surprised he's leaking a drop or three of his own blood into denji's mouth. guess there's always going to be some crimson when you're making out with denji. he opens his mouth as their jaws part, letting the half-devil lick his lip, panting softly between them.]
Haa... ngh... [he can't stop a little sound of annoyance as those sharp teeth catch his earlobe, sending shivers rippling across his skin and making his shoulder hike up on instinct. that's fucking sensitive, dammit! it makes the shell flush red almost immediately. bakugou tightens his hand on denji's bare shoulder when his friend shoves his hand down his pants. shit-! he's really-! the hem scrapes down his thighs and he snarls in a heavy voice as he tugs one knee up, helping denji shuck the lounge wear down his shin and off his foot one at a time. leaving just the tight cling of his boxer briefs, which are summarily invaded as well. bakugou jolts, head dropping back on the bed and elbows sliding out to let denji collapse atop him as warm fingers wrap around his throbbing cock. fuck- denji's really grabbing his dick! it's not like in the showers, fast and scrambling, half-aware and hazy. it's deliberate. he rakes his hand through the other blonde's hair again as kisses race across his exposed throat, cussing into the air as he clenches his eyes shut. his shaft throbs in denji's hand, because of denji's hand, heart slamming in his chest while the half-devil feels him up. thick, soft skin, well-proportioned, thumb on the tip that's soft and spongy and now leaking with precum.
the first stroke has bakugou slinging a hand over denji's back and grabbing at his shoulder blade, other hand deliberately shoving down to angrily grapple for his new boyfriend's pants hem. why the hell should this guy have all the damn fun? if denji's gonna jerk him off, then bakugou deserves the same right! though his trawling hands aren't as stable as they could've been, staggering over denji's warm skin and caressing feels as sensations rush. his throat's gonna be fucking wrecked tomorrow... you ever wear a damn turtleneck in spring, asshole?!
finally denji breaks from mauling his throat like a beast and their foreheads bump together right as katsuki gets his hand on the hem of the other boy's boxers. he curls his fingers in the light material, as if debating on ripping them off. but that's a parting distraction when he opens his eyes, looking up at denji's golden gaze all heady with lust and attraction. fingers slide against his lips and he knows exactly what the half-devil is asking for. while it kind of is tempting to do it dry... he's not a fucking idiot. katsuki flick his tongue out, brushing at the tip of those two fingers. then grips them between his teeth.] It's fine...
[he'd rather it be just denji anyways. completely raw. with that, he leans forward and pulls the other boy's fingers into his mouth at the same time as he pushes his hand down, shoving denji's boxers halfway down his thighs in a stubborn demand to strip them off. had enough of their bothering interference. if he's getting naked, then denji's getting naked too.]
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Date: 5/10/24 17:37 (UTC)there's a switch, a change in the air between them. a change from someone who seemed to have some control over the situation to letting go entirely. he can tell his boyfriend is trying to return the favor, aiming for his pants. with a smirk, denji used his free hand to grab into that prying wrist, tugging and urging bakugou to grope a feel of his cock. he's so painfully hard at this point, the idea of saying 'fuck it all' and taking the boy underneath him is getting louder and more enticing in his wasted mind. 'calm down, calm down' — he mused, still trying to fool himself that he is oh-so thoughtful when in reality he simply wanted to be a selfish asshole with this. denji's messy hair falls between their gaze, blond lashes lower over his eyes, eagerly waiting for the other's reaction to his offer. ah, the sight of bakugou's lips parting wide in acceptance is a pleasant surprise, and he takes in his fingers between his teeth like a good boy. the half-devil is unaware he was subtly asking him to open up even wider ... so he could shove them inside his hot, wet mouth. the fact denji didn't lose his shit over this is worthy of an award because - oh my god!! bakugou katsuki never looked any better in his entire life when he started sucking on those fingers, coating them with his saliva and traces of the blood from their kiss earlier. those gorgeous yet fierce eyes of his, the blush on his cheeks, the way he worked his tongue and moved his head into it -
denji's fumbling now; the steady strokes were getting messy, skipping the rhythm until he had to stop completely because he didn't want to press on his partner's dick so hard by accident. denji is so so distracted now, out of breath and not hiding it, he then squeezes on bakugou's wrist and rocks his hips to gain a little bit of friction along the swelling shape of his prick, begging for some relief. he grunts, careful as he twists them down the other's jaws. is this enough? ... is it? yeah, it's enough. if bakugou continues for another second he might just burst. ]
... fucking hell, you're s-something else ...
[ gently, he pulled his hands away, watching as his fingers slipped between those luscious lips, slick and covered in a beautiful mess that urged denji to curse under his breath. why was that so sexy? why didn't he have the stamina to try all of this in one night? it pissed him off even when he knew there is no reason to rush it all. denji just — never wanted anything this badly and that says a lot. for someone who fantasized about and desired so many partners in the past, bakugou is already on the top of the list, knocking them all out. okay, deep breath, once again he asked himself to calm down, but it didn't work this time. no more. his partner can handle it.
their clothes? all gone. they are both bare, vulnerable, and nothing else matters but the two of them. with a sly smirk, he splayed one hand along the small of bakugou's back, letting his fingertips press upward so he could make his lover lift his hips a bit. it wasn't an expert touch, only because denji is impatient and ends up manhandling his partner by urging him to knee one leg back, testing his flexibility. he refused to look away from him, even when he should be more mindful as he pressed his left palm on bakugou's ass to part his cheeks, wet fingers probing the tense muscles before he- forced them in. both. at the same time, and not as slow. it didn't stop there, he'd push past each knuckle, all the way in. denji leaned down and caught those lips again, muffling a heavy moan. prep, right. he should prepare him and flex a bit, work those muscles until he's ready. however, that part ... didn't last as long as it should. denji kisses him, softly, muttering 'you're good', another kiss, softer - soothing, or maybe it was more implied to be apologetic.
between all the squirming and shifting around, it was difficult to pinpoint when denji pulled his fingers out and when the tip of his cock presses in slowly, thick enough to gain a pause and a shudder- before moving his hips, pushing past initial resistance, and denji gasped, clutching his eyes shut and burning up. oh, oh ... so tight. too tight. fuckfuckfuck!! the intensity sucked the air out of him, gripping the other boy's thighs strong enough to leave a new set of bruises there. ]
finally got my big tag brain back
Date: 5/14/24 19:39 (UTC)bastard, he's not gonna let go of his damn pants just yet, huh? the blonde snarls into the kiss at having his hand redirected, but accepts and closes his fingers around denji's dick, groping and feeling him through the material of his boxers. it's like fucking steel, throbbing under his fingertips. bakugou takes his time, even if it is wanton and kind of aggressive, to fondle all over the other boy's cock, thumb pressing into the swollen tract of his urethra along the underside of his shaft. pinching at the velvet-soft plush of his glans and rolling his head around between thumb and middle finger, just enough to flick the slit crowning the top to urge more of that slick precum to ooze free. as impatient as the blonde is, there's something he wants to get across here was he maps out denji's dick: i want to know you. how long his cock is, whether he likes the tip or the base played with, if he's bucking into his fist or likes it more with two fingers up and down, the girth and weight, how hot, little to larger veins throbbing on the surface. if denji's gonna be selfish, then bakugou's going to take a minute or two for his own selfishness.
at least he's given the time since the half-devil's putting his fingers against his mouth. tempting to chomp right on them, but bakugou only opens his mouth and grips them with his teeth and lips to drag them inside. tongue pushing betwixt the two, slicking him up with lascivious sweeps of saliva. fuck if he doesn't recognize denji's eagerness and isn't wanting those damn things shoved down his throat. retching and gagging's not sexy. (okay, so maybe the latter...) he sucks on them soon after, face flushing as he treats denji's fingers like damn candy sticks. licking at their tips, tracing nail and pad, teeth scraping down their length and bumping over his first and second joints, clenching his lips tight and swirling the saliva in his mouth around them like a lewd wash. never once breaking eye contact because bakugou wants to see denji fall apart when he does this to him.
his pace stumbles a few times when denji's strokes falter. hips buck up and he thrusts his cock into the other boy's hand, trying to find that damn rhythm again as he hooks one leg around the back of the half-devil's thigh. fuck, this guy looks amazing, forgetting to take a breath out of sheer arousal, lips open and teeth glistening under his hot breaths, face a red mess of desire, cock swollen and tense as bakugou works him up and down in the confines of his boxers. why hasn't he ripped these fucking things off yet? when denji twists his fingers into his lower jaw, the blonde bites down on his digits, letting him feel the drag of teeth across his skin.]
... haa... haa... no shit. you think i'm... gonna give you anything less than the best?
[growled (panted) as soon as denji's fingers slide out of his mouth, a spindle of saliva threading between the tip of his middle to bakugou's lips. it breaks on his words and he traces his tongue across his mouth unconsciously, eyes boring into the other boy's face. intoxicating, unnerving, alarming with how much his body wants it despite the nerves trying to shove forward, embarrassment for whatever fucking reason, awkward because this is his first time and denji really wants to shove his fingers up his ass?! and yet, there's no one he wants to experience this with more than this boy hovering above him, holding his saliva-coated fingers as bakugou keeps him locked close with a leg.
finally skin to skin, nothing else covering them as he has denji naked and close, a deliberate sweep of one arm hauling the other boy down for a full-body shove. flush against each other, arching his lower back when a strong arm tucks under him and encourages his waist to lift. it does, right into the other blonde's, grinding dick to dick in a lewd nuzzle with nothing between them. shafts rubbing, heads oozing against each other, balls touching. but at least until denji's urging him to cock a knee back, which bakugou does with little issue. thigh and calf flexing with the action, pulling his leg up to flank the other boy's ribs and hips. knowing exactly what he's baring, and soon feeling that warm hand cupping his cheeks. his eyes widen a bit, pupils dilating slightly as he braces himself for it. denji's not looking away and neither is bakugou. he breath catches as wet fingers skim over his hole, probing once or twice before-]
Fu-ngh! [two at once and not slow at all, bakugou's eyes snap open, mouth dropping in a yelp of surprise and pain at the uncomfortable sensation.] Dammit, don't just shove them in, Denji! [even as the half-devil does exactly that, both fingers stretching his hole around them as his joints pop through the gripping muscle one, two, and butting up the third against his puckered rim. bakugou slams his ankle against the half-devil's obliques, not sure if it's trying to push him away with his foot or scramble his leg around his waist to cage him in. one hand plasters to denji's shoulder, the other grabbing at his bicep to hold on as heat, pain, stretch, full, weird, flood through him in a rush that leaves him panting and growling up at his partner. at least until denji kisses him, earning a low groan into his mouth as bakugou pushes his mouth hard to the other boy's. eyes clenched shut, face aflame, cock throbbing, ass constricting in an instinctive urge to push denji's fingers out. it burns, but it's not horrible.
denji's moaning into his mouth as well. that's... fuck, that's good. he feels good. bakugou digs his fingers into the blonde's upper arm and shoulder, toes curling beside his ass as his hiked leg spreads a bit wider to try and alleviate some of the feelings. the humming encouragement earns a muffled "fuck you" back in response as bakugou kisses denji again, shoving his tongue into his mouth just to trade that low groan from his throat to the other boy's. finally breaking the kiss, bakugou leans his head back just enough to breathe, forehead pressing to denji's as he gets used to the sensation of his fingers inside him.] Just... fuck... start moving.
[he's not going to let denji go too fast with this, dammit! it's their first time and he wants to savor each step. from kissing to grinding to sucking to fingering to fucking.]
take your time with this one bb <3 I'll always return to it since its an important thread for them
Date: 5/18/24 16:57 (UTC)and, now he started moving his fingers, pushing through the tight ring of muscles, careful but not really as careful. soon after, he started fucking him, working his fingers and finding a pace. pulling back to catch his breath, denji made the terrible mistake of glancing down at their bodies and his heart flared up at the sight of the other boy on the bed with his thighs spread, his swollen, dripping cock bobbing back against his stomach with obvious, blatant lust and further lower he can see his own hand pressed, moving into him. and that's when denji decided— he is absolutely obsessed with this human. he wants more of him. he wants all of him. his body, mind, and soul. denji never thought of himself as someone who could be possessive of anything on this earth, maybe it was a perk more suited for the devil in him, but it also felt so good to think this way. to amuse the thought: what it would be like to take him? fuck him so hard that it hurts. his eyes read feral, and denji wants, wants so much to let those intrusive thoughts win, wants to let those fingers wring him out right now on the dirty floor, but he knows he can’t. mustn’t. shouldn’t.
maybe another day ....
slow down. he's supposed to slow down. bakugou wants him to slow down ... denji's two brain cells are working overtime here, trying to comply with his partner's wishes. he sucks in a harsh breath through his nose, he stops for a moment and then exhales. the absolute horny filth of a face denji had is something else, silently promising him that he might not be this kind next time as he ran his tongue over his upper lip. but, he cares for him. he cares too much. his beloved, sexy, gorgeous, insanely attractive - ]
Anything for you ♥
[ denji murmured, his speech slurring in distraction as he worked to scissor his fingers a little wider. oh, he's not calm at all. he thrusts his fingers into his lover with a new level of force, sliding out just a little, and shoving back in, the wet, sloppy sound of his fingers lighting up every nerve in denji's starved body. it's so lewd, watching himself do this to someone else— touch someone like this. his face going up in flame, his mouth salivating as he took in the sight of bakugou spread out before him over the bed, he clenched his teeth against another bit-back, throaty groan. leaning in and looming over the other boy as denji added a third finger to that stubborn, tightening heat. still so tight. too tight, yet bakugou took it like a champ. he's perfect. perfect in every way. he kept at it, faster, deeper ... ]
You look ... so good. [ denji hummed, his voice breaking up as lust punched holes in his crumbling sanity. he just wanted to sink his teeth into that delicious throat of his again, grab him by the hair, and enjoy every inch of that inviting body of his. ] Your face, your voice, your scent... perfect.
[ -the dried blood in each corner of those luscious lips, the desperation and hunger shared by the two of them, the invited curiosity and the desire, all but writhing beneath him. the list goes on. it's endless— bakugou is truly the one he should share this experience with. it almost made all those shitty attempts in the past worth it if it was fated to lead denji to this night. the next moments form a vortex in his chest; it’s more than the sensation of being pressed, of being teased to watch and not act. denji loved it, loved every second of it as he belongs, utterly and entirely, to bakugou now.
still, he has limits.
denji grips his hips, claws into the meat of them, yanks the other boy into the position he needs him in. he wants to say that’s enough, really – that he’s ready. been ready. he likes to believe bakugou heard him and he smiles. overwhelmed and blinded by it, denji pulled his fingers back, hiked his arms beneath both of his lover's knees, and pressed the blunt, swollen head of his dick against the slick heat. he then — pushed. gentle this time, slow. the crown of his cock burst past that taut ring, and ... oh my god. denji clutched his eyes shut, gasping and shuddering, nails digging deeper into his flesh. he grunts, then moans, voice tight and breathless; every muscle screaming to move. 'fuck' denji cursed, bit down on his bottom lip, pulled his hips back and buried himself in deep. the sensation, the intensity- left inside denji filled, compressed, and consumed, and something bursts and surges inside him that no willpower could withstand.
he stares the other down with heavy lids, one hand reaching out to grab into the bed's headboard, the other keeping bakugou still from the hips. the contortion of bodies convenes in hot chaos as he presses himself inside bakugou's warmth in steady, slow thrusts. it's almost, almost lacking friction. it felt good, too fucking good. shit, denji is lost in bliss, and with one final ounce of sobriety he asks, for one last time- ]
... You good?
we shall get through it! while still tagging all over our other threads, haha~ ♥
Date: 5/22/24 01:56 (UTC)this isn't the same as a massage after a rough workout or training mission. denji's fingers and palm trail from his pelvis up his obliques to his ribs, creating a mixture of ticklish and arousing reactions as his heart slams behind his pectoral and throbs even further down his body. a low "mph!" puffs into denji's mouth when he starts to move his fingers at the same time he takes bakugou's jaw in his hand. that feels so damn strange. his pulse throbs inside his walls, the slick tunnel of muscle beating in time around denji's fingers. bakugo curls his toes behind his boyfriend's body when both digits push further inside, denting his ring and spreading him open farther in. one part wants him to wait, the other part wants to say "fuck it" and move, but neither's even coming to his mouth when denji starts actively fucking him with his fingers. bakugou chases after the other boy when he breaks the kiss, trying to catch the gossamer thread of spit between them before dropping his head back on the bed amid several panting breaths.
he cracks open an eye, just in time to see denji's attention drop down. bakugou groans thickly in a melange of embarrassment and desire, knowing the other boy's looking at him. the way his chest and stomach flex in time with each breath as he sucks in his air and exhales a second later. his cock hard and dripping already as it twitches between his spread thighs and drools precum onto the flat surface of his adonis belt. balls hanging below his shaft as the lines of his leg muscles clench and relax each time denji's hand visibly curls itself to push his fingers back in again. what a damn sight that is. bakugou's pretty fucking sure the half-devil is just as "bad" right now, what with his mouth hanging half-open, lips still glistening with saliva, torso tightening and swelling under each nigh-silent breath, cock just as tense and eager between his thighs as bakugou keeps denji's lower body arrested between his calf and upper leg.
it'd be a lie to say he recognizes the look in the boy's eyes. but instincts tell him he has to stop him before denji does something stupid and makes this a fucking mess. someone's got more than two brain cells working right now. bakugou tugs one hand free from the bedding he'd been fisting and reaches out to slap his hand against the other boy's shoulder. sweaty, hot, strong, perfect to grab onto and squeeze a few times to try and drag him back into the here and now. until he gets that sudden inhale, golden eyes blinking, a pause in action, and finally an exhale as denji's face fades back from a beast looking at raw meat with ravenous hunger to the same teenager he saw before. yeah, so maybe he'll get that horndog another time, maybe there won't be such patience next time, but that's fine. this time is happening now. bakugou swallows thickly in response to the question and the leisurely plunge of fingers again.]
Fuck... you... you really are... eager for this- [those twin finger spread apart, even that little bit, and his eyes widen, free arm jabbing his elbow into the bed and his leg tightening around denji's waist. fuck-! he doesn't know if that hurts, feels weird, or makes him want to cum immediately! and then it thrusts back in again, driving bakugou's head back to the pillow as he groans a short, thick noise of pleasure finally making its way past the bad sensation. he grits his teeth, trying to hold back the noises, despite that meaning they get to hear the sloppy, squelching sounds of denji's fingers pistoning in and out of bakugou's ass instead. he tightens up instinctively, abdominal muscles flexing hard below his glistening stomach, and squeezes down on denji's fingers with his core. forces them right back shut for a few stubborn seconds until bakugou manages to relax and the half-devil can pry the human's ass open again just in time for a third finger.] Ah-hhangh!
[it got bigger?! bakugou jerks his head down, eyes half-open and face flushed hot red, a snarl peeling his lips away from his white teeth despite the somewhat-delirious look raging behind his red eyes. of course he's going to take it like a fucking champ! this is just sex! it's not an injury! he wants denji inside him and fucking said so! that hand on denji's shoulder slips to instead hook around the back of his neck, holding him there over his body so bakugou can stare up at him and watch his expression. he looks good like this, amazing, so intent and amazed at the feeling.]
Uru... urusei- guh... Don't you... dare fucking stop- [stop fucking him? stop touching him? stop talking to him? stop looking at him? who knows. none of these? all of these. bakugou doesn't want anything to come between him and denji and the things they're making each other feel right now. even if it's weird, awkward, sexy, hot, awesome. but he's got his own limits too. two fingers first, then three, squishing in and out of his ass over and over. it doesn't burn as much anymore, his body's getting accustomed to the feeling of something being in there, and his own arousal is urging for something more. connecting with denji even more intimately than they are right now.] Denji- Shit-! En- enough! ... I'm ready- just-!
[his panting growls break off in a yelp of surprise when denji does exactly what he wants and slams his claws into his hips. one solid yank and bakugou slides a few inches down the bed, hips shoving up against the other boy's legs, ass pushing onto denji's knees. his eyes widen and his throat dips in a hard swallow, breath catching in his throat as reality smacks him right in the fire-fueled face. bakugou grunts hard as those fingers yank out, leaving him gaping in protest at being empty, before his knees are suddenly introduced to denji's forearms, then elbows, hooking around them as his feet get hauled clean off the bed. he stares up at the other boy, mouth hovering partially slack as he feels denji's blunt, oozing head push against his hole. he can feel his heartbeat in his dick. denji's really gonna-
and pushes. bakugou's head drops back, chin tucking upward, eyes widening as his ass spreads open around the other boy's tip. not the same as fingers, it's one solid probe, pushing inside and stretching him as his muscle slides backwards over denji's tip. slowly, gently, widening him all the way to the soft flare of his crown... before pop and he's inside him. bakugou's mouth opens in a silent gasp of shock and pleasure, body clenching down eagerly as he tightens around the back of his lover's little flared rim. now he can really feel denji's pulse. bakugou only dares to let one eye clench shut at the strain, the other wrenched open because he's not going to miss his boyfriend's expression. eyes shut, gasping like that, shoulders shuddering and arms shaking under bakugou's knees, blunt nails digging into his flesh to the point the blonde's squeezing his hand hard around denji's shoulder. fuck... he sounds so good like that, the single grunt of completion, then the moan of more. such a beautiful, passionate creature.
bakugou opens his mouth to say something-] FUCK!
[that comes out instead. a harsh, ragged shout of a million sensations all at once. every goddamn inch of him's inside. buried in deep, balls slapping firmly against bakugou's ass like some claim to reality. bakugou digs his fingers into denji's shoulder, legs hardening up hard from where they're thrown over his boyfriend's arms, toes curling hard enough to pop and muscles flexing all over his body. goddamn! he didn't feel this big when he was in bakugou's hand! feels like he got impaled, everything's burning, deep inside feels freezing, his body's yelling full full full and he wants to cum so bad it's almost agonizing! but despite his ass contracting wildly all over denji's dick, squeezing and trying to expel him in frantic convulsions... it feels so good he can't even describe it.
there are tears beading at the corner of his eyes, his face is a red mess, choppy bangs plastered to his forehead, legs spreading an indecent W over denji's arms, a dick shoved balls deep up his ass, breath heaving in and out of his mouth with his pectorals working like bellows, and yet his cock's shaking with arousal and his balls feel like they're ready to burst. above it all, denji's looming over him like a fucking god, handsome face as debased as his own, saliva on the rim of his lips, sharp teeth glistening with each breath, that damn ripcord dangling below his pecs, and his shoulders and arms tense up from his own pleasure. he can see each line on his neck when he swallows. denji looks stupidly good like this. his breath hitches again when that arm reaches for the headboard, taking bakugou's leg with it to spread him further, and he grabs at the other boy's hips with his free arm, tangling them in a weird twist on the bed. contorted, twisted together, and yet that feels just as amazing. every point of contact between him and denji glows red-hot in his mind. slow thrusts, rolling hips, barely even moving, and he's fucking grateful for that.] Easy... ngh... easy, you son of a... haa-haa... fuck... Don't move... until I say so...
[he can handle these slow rolls of his hips, feeling his dick churning and rutting so deep inside him. bakugou's not sure he can handle a full thrust. in that if denji does, he's probably going to cum right then and there. there's something else he wants to know first/]
Are you good?
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Date: 6/2/24 13:06 (UTC)bakugou really thinks anyone in this room, on this bed, on top of him, the one staring him down right now— would listen to 'don't move until I say so'? really? is there anything about denji's smile and hooded eyes that says he's paying attention?
he wasn't until he was - a mild, sad, pitiful attempt but it's something.
focus returns to his vision with a welcome velocity, and denji regards his partner who is a tensed, coiled stretch of turmoil under his weight, tracing his gaze a bit lower, painted across his exposed throat with marks more temporary than those old scars. then, he noticed the tears - small, barely enough to slide down his hot cheeks, and denji was certain his heart had skipped a few beats. it's intense, too intense, grabbed him by the throat, and squeezed. a notion pulls at him, something foreign. he dares to hope at the implications it presents to him— but this pulls at a level of ravenous affection that he had long assumed was unworthy to one such as himself, unworthy to claim anything on this earth as his own. denji is already been granted the physical bond that has long been proved unachievable, to have someone willing to be with him in their most vulnerable and fully bare, emotionally and mentally. and for a while, he’d felt that it could be enough, being together this way and taking everything slow and steady. and then he tasted the tentative embrace of newfound sexuality; a gradually evolving forte with new barriers to disassemble and explore. meeting bakugou's eyes, between all the heat, short breaths, and maddening yet confusing clash of emotions— it opens a hunger that denji has never had an opportunity to quench with the living.
obsession and fondness, working in visceral mates with each other. it's a blessing for one, and damning for another. denji didn't notice he'd been chewing on his lip, and when he spoke his voice was infused with desire, only now it was glistening in red and held in place by the clench in his jaw. ]
Oh, I'm good ...
[ no further words are required, as if denji had no interest in wasting time on them. 'easy' - it echoes in his head, a faint voice, too weak, barely above a whisper. the air feels thicker, heavier in his lungs; despite denji's thoughts and the scratch in his breaths, he is looking infinitely more composed than he truly is. a false reassurance that was not intentional, it's a mere calm of resolve. there are ways in which the half-devil delights in testing his partner, but this one, he thinks, is a thing to be more careful with. so he is— slowly moving his hips, the precum gathering there providing some slide to the pressure. it takes every single ounce in his soul to keep himself in control; of all the ways he wants to undo bakugou, he had not imagined the extent of ecstasy of such a seemingly obvious method. in other words, going this slow is just more fucking insane. still tight, as denji pushed past the reluctance and the instinctive contraction of muscles. bakugou insists he's not ready while he’s simultaneously coaxing him into a silent invite with mad friction with each thrust; words contradicting what speaks louder to denji and it's the physical reciprocate of mutual hunger. with hazy eyes, he stares down at those gorgeous, flushed features of his— how can anyone look this good? this perfect? this attractive? it pissed denji off to be told to slow down when bakugou is pulling that face on him, naked and squirming underneath him, while he was fucking inside of him going through the most intoxicating, maddening clash of earthly pleasures. ]
It's fine. You're fine ... Katsuki ...
[ it didn't even sound like denji anymore; not a harsh tone but a bit too velvety and delighted considering the hell he's going through. it was a delicious, agonizing tease that managed to hit all the right spots. it made him pull back, ease himself halfway out in hot, trapped movements before he shunts himself back in; fingers gripped solid around the boy's hips, and then he grinds— pushes until his balls are squeezed against bakugou's backside. this time ... it was not gentle, and it was never gentle again. there's no intelligible sound from him, and denji finds himself struck mute by the sensation of tightness, of immersion, of everything this guy has become for him; sinking his cock into bakugou over and over with deep, grinding thrusts until he found a rhythm that sent every nerve in his body into a frenzy.
oh. oh ... this is how it feels, huh.
out of his goddamn mind, denji's nails are digging into his boyfriend's very human flesh, his knuckles turning white before he had to urge himself not to bruise him further. the sweat making his touch a bit slippery, toes curling tensely at each thrust as he rocks his hips, the bed creaking under their weights, the obscene slap of their hips, the wet sound of that cock plunging deep inside him. the dry painful friction easing into a slicked slide as the pre starts to work, hilting with a smack as he fucks bakugou. fucking him hard and fast. he gasps, open-mouthed, stuttering. he's so hard. has been hard this whole time. his dick is throbbing, leaking, feeling the pleasure flooding him, burning in terrible bliss and he smiles. how could he not have the most bibulous smile behind all the sweat, flush, and messy curls of his?
eyes are glossed, and brimming. watching behind his thick lashes bakugou's parted lips, blood forms a thin ribbon across an old bite, and what remains swells into beads until the weight pulls it down his chin and jaw. fuck. he kissed him. of course he did. even if it's a sloppy, drooling mess of hot gasps and moans. maybe he did it to steal a taste, or to shut him up from further protests, or maybe because he wanted to keep himself from spitting too damn much because it all comes out muffled against his lover's bruised and abused lips.
'you're perfect' ... 'i want you so bad' ... 'you fucking feel so good' ... 'you're so damn sexy' ... 'you taste and feel amazing' ...
until there's something else. it's more coherent, louder, and a bit assertive. ]
... and you're mine.