[ 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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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.