[ unlike a certain someone, denji will not get jealous over his merch getting some love and attention from his boyfriend. why would he deprive the little dude from enjoying a faceful of luscious pecs? that sounds heavingly and worthy to his mini. during the nights in which bakugou decides he needs some privacy, he can share the bed with the tiny dude instead. well, a certain level of attention is allowed— if katsuki starts to actively ignore him for the sake of the doll, then it has to go. it will 'disappear' one day without a trace; an unsolved mystery.
the high standards can be a bit of a struggle, but denji will never complain. it's give and take; if he's asking bakugou to try something new for his sake, he should return the energy. this new routine shouldn't be one-sided and he wants his boyfriend to enjoy it as well. no, denji doesn't expect him to fully convert into the idea of it being a continuous affair, he respects that the hero values his privacy at times, but it shouldn't come off as a burden either. he will try his best to be a good host during those nights. what little doubts he had were brushed away when bakugou tossed in that lil compliment.
denji left the cafe with a smitten smile; not even the slap of the hot sun could take it away. the small victories of this conversation will make him tolerate the heatwave for the rest of his shift. it didn't mean he wouldn't return to the base reeking and looking like death, but - you know. he is feeling ... better. it didn't mean their previous conversation was all forgotten, but denji is learning that he is allowed to give himself a break. it's okay to take it one step at a time instead of holding the other boy hostage as he lists out every horrible experience in his life. fucking hell, he's so glad he didn't go with that insane plan. ]
deal. i'll see you later, hero.
[ a simple dinner, yet a very delicious combo. denji was about to grab some greasy pizza but he decided bakugou's preference was better. work, followed by a quick shopping spree and it ends with grabbing dinner. he's all set until tonight. ]
[alas it's probably going to spend most of its life well-cared for on the desk or shelf rather than squished up in katsuki's bed. he's not really the plushie kind of guy (not anymore at least, had a few all might ones as a kid) certainly not when he's got the real, better thing right next door. or in the near future cases, beside him in the same bed. those privacy nights would usually entail separate schedules or something gone wrong to put katsuki in a bad mood. he doesn't like people seeing him when he's dealing with issues... even though denji's seen him in a few, and helped him weather them. those moments will likely multiply as they get closer.
katsuki won't expect denji to transform overnight and become the world's best cleaner. give and take after all. having to get used to someone else's habits and ways of doing things is part of a relationship after all. but damn is it going to be difficult at times. dirty clothes in the hamper, clean clothes folded, make the damn bed before you leave the room, open the window and curtains from time to time, dust shit (even behind the desk), and put things away. all that fun crap that drives teenagers mad when their parents harp on them for it.
but hell, who's he kidding? if the place is a mess, denji will get an earful as katsuki flops on the bed and settles in for the night. trade a restful sleep for cleaning up in the morning. something like that. denji's why he comes over, not some four-star hotel treatment. hey, at least the showers still work. coming in hot and sweaty just means he gets to trundle into the cool tub and wash off. katsuki wants to help his boyfriend work through these traumas and issues, but one at a time, slowly as the half-devil can handle it. honestly, if denji started pouring out his life story, he'd get a pillow to the mouth. neither of them need essays about their pains all at once. over time...]
text me when you get close. i'll draw a bath for you.
[you know, he really shouldn't mess with his boyfriend when denji's trying to get something done. but... there are perks and there are curses to being in a relationship.]
[ one thing about denji is that he didn't know how to care for himself but was quite skillful with others. whether it was a reflection of what he wished he could've had growing up or he's naturally the type to be nurturing to the small circle of people he cares about— denji always adapted better as the one offering comfort in contrast to receiving it. so, yes, he will learn his way around bakugou when he's going through any difficulty. with power/pochita, it was physical reassurance. with aki, it's sharing space in silence. with nayuta, it's verbal affirmation. with bakugou? it would be exciting to find out how he can be there for him. should he reach out for a hug? maybe ask if he wants to talk about it? invite him to the training grounds and let out some steam? fuck him? or simply be around him and remind him that he's not alone in this. denji will do anything and everything.
the offer to prepare a bath for him never fails to warm up his aching heart; it's so homey and denji is not sure he would ever get used to how comforting it is to know someone is waiting for him. it would've been a cute way to end their conversation— until that happened. this is a murder attempt. considering how he's suffering through a fucking heatwave, he didn't need his body temperature to rise from a spicy text. the rush of blood through his veins almost made him dizzy, and he broke into sweat already. he fanned himself with his hand, face turning reddish, grinning.
kacchan is playing dirty ♥ ]
i'll take that as a promise.
[ bakugou can't expect himself to tease and not get dragged into it, so that's on him. it's safe to say the remaining of the shift was- ... hell. it's hot, people are dumb or talking too much, and the hours won't pass by. the entire time he's on duty, his only motivation to keep going is the idea of getting into the cool bathtub with a very naked bakugou by his side, or on top ... hmm. denji truly tried not to entertain that thought further, especially when he was in the middle of an investigation or arresting someone. yeah, that was a long, long shift.
hours later, bakugou got that text, and after a few extra minutes— denji made it back to the base, pushing the door open with his elbow and squeezing himself in, each hand holding into something. one carried their dinner while the other hauled a bigger bag containing new sets of bedding and a feather-fluffed pillow. since they tended to share denji's in previous nights, he figured his boyfriend would be comfortable with his own pillow moving forward. he placed the loot on the dining table, quick to reach out to loosen the tie and unbutton the collar of his uniform, sleeves tugged up, face freshly sunkissed and glistening in sweat with his blonde kinks sticking to his skin. what a mess. with all the heaving and panting, the half-devil was hating every second of this shitty climate.
whether they were alone or some of their fellow everlight were around, denji didn't give a shit. they're public now since the vegas trip. if bakugou wanted a more modest approach to dating, it wouldn't happen. denji didn't have a filter. ]
I crave- [ too loud, sir. ] -a cold drink, a cold bath, and a welcoming kiss.
[he can bet his chainsaw ass bakugou's been paying attention to denji taking care of himself since they got closer. brushing teeth, fixing hair, eating good meals, showering off, etc. doesn't mess with his damn sleep schedule because that's denji's issue. so long as the blonde doesn't interrupt bakugou's slumber. it's not like he makes it obvious, what with his grumpy way of yanking the other boy's jacket zipper up during cold days or shoving a bottle of water into his face when they're patrolling on hot days or yelling at him to get in the shower when he comes back a sweaty reeking mess. no one would think that's giving a shit about someone, right? whatever. denji might have the half-devil's ability to keep himself in physical prime, but he can still learn to take better care of himself. especially if he's going to be the dumbass that wants to make sure his friends are fine while ignoring his own body.
there's a quiet sense of satisfaction and comfort that comes from giving denji these simple pleasures in life. he'll never be able to relate to the reality of homelessness or orphaned loneliness. but seeing the smile on his boyfriend's face, the way he relaxes when he's soaking in a bath, resting on a bed, eating a homecooked meal, or wandering around a store to shop with his own money, never fails to remind the blonde of where the other boy came from. he can't erase denji's painful past, but damn if bakugou doesn't want to give him as amazing a present and future as he can.
even if that means teasing him by playing dirty.]
uh-huh.
[that's all he's gonna bother with. no point in distracting his boyfriend from his job any further. but that does mean he has to do what he said. ugh. it's hot. even in the dorms. leaving his bed with a grimace, he cracks his knuckles and gets on with his plan. by the time denji arrives back to the dorm, bakugou's just coming out of the kitchen with a plastic bag dangling from his hand. red eyes flick to the side, noticing his bedraggled beau squishing through the foyer arch with plenty of carry-on stuffed against his ribs. dinner in one, and something else in the other. even the white glow of overhead lighting makes denji's sweat-slicked skin glisten with a white streak following the curve of his cheekbones and bridge of his nose. not a really fair move, loosening his tie like that and flicking the damn buttons to expose his throat and collar.
yeah. they are public now. yeah. there are others in the common room. no. denji's not getting that last one out here in public. not on his fucking life.]
Don't walk in here shouting demands, Ripcord Pecs! The bath's not even in here! [whereupon he's swinging by to scoop both bags off the table and jerking his head to the side to tell denji to follow him.] This way, Sweat Stain.
[a welcome kiss will be given in the bathroom. which also includes said cold bath, a pitcher of ice and water, and a little frozen treat of ice cream salvaged from one of the stores earlier on. it's not todoroki's heavenly ice wall to glaciate the entire room, but it should be soothing enough.]
[ 'sweat stain' is new and denji had to agree with that inwardly, glancing down at himself and the way the fabric of his shirt latched on to his hot skin, the growing sweat tints and how unsightly it must be. the visual, the sensations, the discomfort— everything is infuriating. the base isn't as bad compared to the outdoors, at least he can escape the humidity, but without that cold bath denji's mood was fated to lose velocity. he watched bakugou grab the bags, eyeing him down, waiting and then ... nothing. something is missing, right? something important. with that, he grabbed bakugou by the wrist before he could get away, wise enough to target the arm that was harboring the bedding in case the hero lost his grip. they're still in the kitchen, in the common area, with denji's other hand still tugging on his collar, desperate for a cool breeze that will never come. ]
-aaaand a welcoming kiss.
[ respecting bakugou's boundaries will always be his priority, especially when it comes to any type of physical closeness, down to the simple peck on the lips. which explains why he's not manhandling his partner or getting into his space, forcing them to smother their lips in a hot smooch where anyone can walk in and see. in a perfect world, denji would get away with that, but if he's learning something about their dynamic and finding ways to have mini victories, it all comes down to compromise. if bakugou says no to PDA and demands modesty, then denji will comply, and instead— he'd leave a kiss on the back of his boyfriend's hand. is this less lewd? if he can't kiss him on the lips, will this be more acceptable the next time they're around others? or is it equally as scandalous?
he's learning something new every day.
pleased with his welcoming kiss, he released bakugou's hand, strolling by his side and lightly nudging their shoulders together before they head toward the bathroom. ] ... Get used to it. [ step by step, maybe one day denji could sneak in a little touch or an embrace, for no other reason than simply wanting to do it at that moment, unbothered if they're around people or not. it's one of those small perks denji would love to have, yet there is no rush into it; happy to match bakugou's pace, and if it comes down to a firm 'no', he will respect it.
they're close to where the showers/bathrooms are located, that's when he started unbuttoning his shirt, ready to fucking free himself from that sweat-drenched fabric. he eyes the bags bakugou was tagging along, mainly their dinner. ]
[it's not unsightly. not to someone like katsuki who knows the stain of sweat means hard work leaking through the police uniform denji's still wearing. despite the heat of the day, it hasn't stopped the half-devil from serving in the job he and katsuki work at together. not always side by side, today being a day he had to help out in a separate area, resulting in his shift ending earlier than denji's. maybe it's not so bad because katsuki's stalked in from missions and training exercises a sweaty mess, grumpy and raging at anyone who dared talk to his sweat-soaked mess of a self. he knows the feeling. but it's also why he's quick to get denji moving. he's not going to get any cooler standing here in the kitchen without movi-]
Oy! [a leg swings out in front of him, momentarily halted by the sudden jerk on his arm. fuck! he looks back over his shoulder, knowing exactly what's coming despite himself. dammit, denji's really gonna be stubborn about this, isn't he? the blonde's lips curve down in a scowl. luckily he doesn't lose his grip on the bag, no one falls, and his eyes draw towards that damp collar the half-devil's tugging open. doing it on purpose? no clue. is it effective? yes. and this bastard probably knows that at least. but... he stops all the same. letting denji have his arm and hand as he wants. red orbs narrow as his hand's lifted and soon warm lips brush against the back of it. a romantic, feudal, stupid, touching thing that has the faintest of pinks dusting the curve of katsuki's cheekbones. dammit, this guy's not making his refusal any easier, is he. but if denji's not going to grab and make out with him right in the middle of this kitchen (this time) then katsuki's returning the respect by letting this intimate kiss pass between them, fingers curling slightly so denji gets to feel the narrow bones on the back of the blonde's hand flutter a little beneath his lips.]
Tch. Romantic dork. [what an insult. yet he doesn't attempt to wipe his hand off or anything, simply falls in step beside denji and lets their shoulders bump together in the hallway. get used to it, he says.] I didn't blast your face off, right?
[he's doing just that, getting used to it. akin to denji slowly adapting to the idea of having someone waiting for him, someone who cares about him enough to see to his health, comfort, and wants. the half-devil is far more successful in sneaking small touches when he's alone with katsuki. from kissing the nape of his neck to draping over his shoulders in a hug to tossing a leg or two over the blonde's lap while he's reading in denji's bed. PDA will take more time. or just the devil hunter putting up with screechy face over here whenever it happens. katsuki doesn't really ever give denji that firm "no" when it comes to his need for physical closeness. just grouches at him as he tolerates it, then either continues on or gets some childish "revenge" for embarrassing him. denji's far freer to get in katsuki's personal space than anyone else.
he glances down at the bag with their food on it, lifting it slightly in hand as if in indication.] Nah. Figured we'd eat in the tub.
[which is a major compromise to the neat-freak bomber's usual ire over people eating outside the kitchen or making a mess on the common room couches. eating in the bathroom usually = gross, but on rare occasions, like these, there's an undeniable charm to its forbidden pleasantry.] I've got drinks in there already.
Oh yeah. You didn't ... [ he smirks, taunting a bit. any type of engagement from bakugou will be received with open arms, even if it involves a death glare or tiny combustion to the face that will leave his ears ringing for hours; he's on a mission to ensure the hero knows he is adored and desired in all flavors. and, let's be honest, it's for denji too. he is simply eager for physical validation, give or receive, and the half-devil is aware it might come off as overwhelming and might be inappropriate given the circumstances of where they are or what is happening around him. it's not like denji doesn't know he shouldn't be thinking about kissing his boyfriend's neck when they're discussing a gruesome case during work, but it ... happens; way more than he wants it to. bakugou will have to tolerate a bit until he finds a healthy balance to that growing obsession.
the offer to eat during their shared bath did surprise denji a bit, only because he thought his partner would never be into such a chaotic energy, but he won't fucking complain. this felt like a one-time thing, a rare moment where bakugou allows himself to be a teen and live on the edge, and it's exciting. after a long day of getting kicked in the dick by the heatwave, he figured they both deserve to let loose. by the time they reach the bathroom, denji has already stripped out of his upper garments; the shirt, tie and any other additions to his uniform are clumsily tossed over his shoulder as he inspects the setup. he can see the drinks, the ice cream delights that haven't melted yet and a very inviting bathtub ready to accommodate them. on the side there are fresh towels and clean pairs of clothes for them to slip into once they're done— the attention to every detail is very like bakugou, and it warmed up the half-devil's heart. ]
You're spoiling me ...
[ this time he wasn't teasing. it's genuine and soft-spoken, and thankful. they both could use a break after everything that had happened, and they hadn't had the chance to do so and denji knew they would be robbed into another mission in any given second— this could be one of the few nights of them catching a breather and coexisting without discussing a plan to defeat the new kaiju. with that, he didn't waste time unhooking his belt and pushing his pants down, ridding himself of all the clothes before getting into the water, and-
... oh. oh god. yes.
with the biggest smile, denji closed his eyes and sighed — slowly slipping lower until the water touched his chin. while it might be borderline an uncomfortable temperature for most people, this is soothing his overheated body in all the right ways. ]
Urusei. [damn that smirk for being attractive. more and more he finds about denji to be just that. returning to the room and finding the other boy waiting for him with that small smile. catching his hand after putting down some stupid criminal. sleeping beside him with an arm draped over his steadily-rising-and-falling chest. little moments in their lives that give him sights he's growing to love seeing in his boyfriend. it's impossible not to know denji adores him. between his eagerness for tactile acceptance and his need for safe comforts, there's such a draw towards him. some injured, some damaged, and yet more healing and growing. at times it taxes his patience and tolerance, snapping at denji for getting too frisky in a place or moment katsuki doesn't think is appropriate. exasperating him when their morals don't match up. but impossible to think he's not precious to the other boy. even if denji's eyeing the back of his neck during missions or casually touching him while they're working out. slowly but surely, katsuki's tolerance for denji's antics grows as the half-devil learns to curb his feelings into manageable levels. give and take.
there's a difference between snarfing down tacos while dropping their fillings into the tub, and using a pair of chopsticks to grip kimchi and sushi off plates and bowls like normal people. asking for pizza in the bath would get a glare. who the fuck wants to risk a box of pizza falling into the water?! he catches denji's clothes when the boy tosses them over his shoulder, then shuts the bathroom door with a blind push of his foot, free hand swinging back to lock it. no one else is invited. there are other bathrooms if someone needs to piss. letting denji take a moment to survey the setup, katsuki shoves the clothes into a hamper; he'll take them down to the laundry area afterwards. this guy thinks it's all attention to detail while the explosive blonde operates on this level of detail being "normal" levels. if he's gonna do something, he's gonna to it 100%. making denji happy is worth all the effort.]
I know. Get in before it warms up.
[katsuki shoves a foot between denji's ankles and stomps on his pants once they hit the floor, keeping them pinned so the other boy can step out of them without messing with stripping off. then drags said leg back, raking the clothes towards himself and kicking them up in the air with a swing of his foot to catch mid-air. into the hamper they go. minus the belt and shoes. they're going by the door. half because katsuki's detailed. half because he's got to have something to do while gazing at his boyfriend's bare backside. broad shoulders, toned lines on his back, round cheeks, good legs... attractive through and through.
good thing the water's as cold as possible without dumping a shit load of ice in it. how denji got in without going into thermal shock is a question in mind. damn. katsuki takes a seat on the toilet near the tub, leaning back against the tank to watch his boyfriend enjoy the coolness. he looks nice like that. as he should be.]
Hn, bullshit. I've made you feel better than that.
[ bakugou helping him out with those simple techniques was kinda ...... sexy. really sexy. and he can't explain why. it's one of those moves that is normal on paper yet in act it had such an attractive aura that denji decided no one could pull it off aside from this boy. it might explain the look on the half-devil's face, a brief glance over his shoulder that wavered as bakugou moved towards the door. hmm. even though he doesn't understand the appeal, but denji likes this feeling- ... when he uncovers something new as a seductive attribute, adding it to the growing list of ordinary tasks bakugou does that turns him on when it shouldn't. did the hero know of this list? maybe he shouldn't.
relaxing in the water, denji tipped his head back against the rim, enough so he could regard the other boy with an easy smile. a bit disappointed bakugou refrained from joining him, but it's understandable why. it is too cold, even for denji, and since the base is still suffering from inoperable ac units, he knew this water would warm up in no time. perhaps then the hero will have a change of heart and settle in. ]
You make me feel a lot better than this. You're right ...
[ even with the freezing temperature and the mild shiver, it didn't stop denji's face from heating up; a light tint of reddish hue on each cheekbone and a matching curve of his lips. he didn't even bother to hide it; his thoughts, their shared closeness, and he likes to believe it more of him remembering fond memories but it's also a bit too spicy not to trigger other reactions. then again, bakugou is allowed to catch him like this, read him like an open book. after all, they've seen each other bare; not only with physical intimacy but emotionally too. last month was the first time he lost himself within his anxieties and his boyfriend was forced to see that ugly side of him, and instead of being repelled by it, bakugou embraced him, accepted his flaws, and made him feel safe.
he scoops some of the water between his hands, freshening up with a big splash to the face. denji then aims for his hair next, rinsing and brushing his fingers through the blonde locks, pushing them back in a sleek style. ]
You could, you know, start ahead and strip. [ usually, denji would love to be the one doing it for him, but that would involve him stepping out of the water, so maybe this time the hero has the freedom to undress at his own pace. sitting up, he crossed his arms over the edge of the tub, leaning on it, unmindful of the dripping mess he was making all over the floor. it's about to get worse in one way or another. ] ... I need to see it, anyway.
[ while it's healing, and might be fated to disappear after further treatments with the advanced medical procedures in this city, it's still a bit too soon for a full recovery; the scar from his chainsaws. ever since that day, denji was too afraid to look at it, it possibly contributed to him being too nervous to touch his boyfriend for the past few weeks. if he wanted to shake it off and truly take it in as a learning experience instead of a crippling trauma, this is a decent start. he had to take a good look and promise himself that bakugou is okay.
there is a reason why this incident is affecting denji the way it is, and one day it will make sense to the hero. ]
[does he know that list? no. but he's pretty sure it exists. simply because he has one for denji that doesn't go further than his own brain. of course he's begun to find his boyfriend attractive in more ways than just physical appearance. what he does can trigger a warm flush through katsuki's body, anywhere from waking up in the morning and stretching his arms over his head in the sunlight, outlining his back and chest, to tossing an empty soda can towards the trash, regardless of whether denji makes it or not. controlling those reactions is usually easy, but sometimes, hormones take control and katsuki's the one glowering behind his hand at the wheel of the patrol car, trying to will the blood away from his cheeks and shove his mind off the "i wanna do him" scrolling marquee behind his damn eyes.
this one's a little easier; the horny urge contrasts with denji's relaxation in the cold water. that languid tilt of his head against the rim and soft smile reminds him just how tender and attractive his boyfriend can be. someone who's been through so much unloved and abused times in his life... is still capable of these feelings. some might call it naive, broken, overly trusting... but it's also proof of denji's strength, resilience, and good heart. katsuki doesn't want to give this boy any reason to feel wretched around him.
yeah, yeah. he plans on getting in. when the water's not eager to choke the blood in his veins and make his heart stop from the frigid shock. sheesh. it's not a damn dip in a frozen lake, but it's a contrast enough.]
Don't ever forget it.
[tch, that flush on denji's face is too tempting. he leans forward from his seat, one hand moving to tuck under his shirt and start hiking it up along his stomach, and closes the distance between their lips. a gentle kiss that lingers, tasting the salty bite of sweat keeping on denji's lips until it wipes away with a brief tongue when katsuki breaks the kiss and draws back. he made the other boy a promise a long time ago that he wasn't going to abandon him, and he refuses to break that promise. no matter what he sees in denji's past, it doesn't have to destroy anything in their present and future. who you were then isn't an excuse to never change for the better now. even the ugly side of denji had been accepted. katsuki fully intends for that example to be emblazoned in the other boy's mind whenever he doubts.
before he can bark at his boyfriend to at least wash his face off, denji's scooping water up and doing so. rubbing at his skin, sluicing it into his hair, anything except slouching down enough to go underwater. what's he worried about, brain freeze? well that slicked-back style doesn't look too bad, even if it's tempting to ruffle his hand in it.]
Yeah, yeah. [katsuki stretches his free arm over his head, simultaneously using the other to shove his shirt the side of said arm and eventually off his hand. he tucks his head, the shirt goes opposite, collar tugging off his hair, and then sheds the rest of it sleeve-first off his arm. material flops in a crumple against the side of the tub, soaking up the water denji's dribbling along the edge via his crossed arms. he's never forced the scar into the other boy's face, knowing it has a deal of trauma with in it, but likewise never tries to hide it from him. the puncture scars through katsuki's left shoulder and lower right side are as visible as the large burst scar torn open in the center of his chest and the marred rips along his right arm where denji's chainsaws had gone. the wounds at least are healed, his muscles and bones fine, but the marks will remain for as long as he's here in this world. testament to what happened that harsh day.
denji gets a few seconds to look, but only a few before katsuki's standing up and working at the fastener of his pants. button pops, zipper falls, and he pushes the material down his waist and thighs so he can hike a knee one after the other and strip the legs from his ankles. left his slips by the door after all.] Did you warm it up yet?
[katsuki sheds his boxer briefs, kicking them off his foot with a quick motion, then moves to the side of the tub to stick a hand in and check the temperature.]
[ ah, there it is— the 'welcome home' kiss denji had been yearning for since he walked through the entrance of their base; the greeting that is worthy of a warrior after battling the sun all day. a kiss from a beloved. it was gentle and sweet, and left his heart a fluttering mess when bakugou pulled away from him, cheeks bright in red. it helped ease the tension of what was coming, and denji watched in silence, diverse emotions clashing inside his chest as the boy, gracefully, stripped out of his shirt in what seemed to be a slow, somewhat torturous tease. the cheeky smile lost its spark slowly, gaze tracing over that new scar in bakugou's body, and it stings instantly. denji is unsure whether it's the poor lighting of the bathroom, or the shadows that outlined those firm muscles might be playing tricks on his eyes, but-
-was it always that big?
and it's not fading. the wound is healed, but the flesh seems damaged enough to leave its permanent mark. the fact he's surprised is ridiculous. what did he fucking expect from an injury triggered by rotating sharp blades cutting through human flesh? did he predict a simple bandaging would make bakugou walk out of it scar-free? of course he wouldn't. it was foolish to think otherwise. a blink, and then he noticed his perspective had changed drastically— he was now staring bakugou down, unaware when he decided to stand on his feet. how fast did he get up? was it a chaotic rise, or a slow, careful motion? it's properly the latter. the half-devil was still in the tub and that alone added a few extra inches to their height difference than usual. there was no attempt to get off the water, only distracted and trying to make sense of how he's feeling now.
hesitantly, his hand reached for a touch; fingers lightly tailing the curve of that scar, aware of its rough texture and how distinct it is from the healthy skin. he moves lower- ... it's a bit deeper in the center, the flesh couldn't recover from the forced trauma, but not deep enough to incapacitate the muscles/bones. bakugou's body is anything but frail and he seems well. he is moving his arm at ease, he has returned to his duty, and all logic points to a strong recovery. despite that all, it was never easy to see it, to see someone he cares about so deeply harbor his failure. slowly, he meets bakugou's gaze again, this time it isn't burdened with guilt, they've been through that, but instead, it's ... what was it? whatever it was, it was passionate. there is something about watching that man stand before him without a single mistrust behind those gorgeous features that is captivating.
leaning down, denji brushed his lips over that scar in a soft kiss. another follows, without breaking contact off the bruised skin, tipping his chin a bit for one more. it was time he stopped treating his partner like he would break under him. they will recover from this, and for once denji believes it. in time, they will. he takes in a breath, straightening his back, lightly nuzzling into bakugou's cheek as his arms curl around that slim waist, and then— he lifts him off his feet, careful with his steps as he pulled the other boy inside the tub with him, all while enjoying a little embrace. ]
It's warm enough ... [ still a bit chilly, but it shouldn't be too agonizing. the hero is free to sit over the rim while soaking his feet in the water, as for denji, he plans to relax back into his spot. but, first- ]
I think ... you'd be more comfortable sitting on my lap, eating your dinner, with your back against my chest. Just saying! [ a simple suggestion to a very serious problem. denji likes to believe he just saved katsuki from some serious thinking, and how to work out the science behind getting cozy in such a tight space. ]
[gross. what a romantic. katsuki's going to wonder what sort of books denji's stumbled his way into for having those kind of thoughts. he may not be good at giving his boyfriend PDA, but when they're alone, it's a lot easier. private displays of affection. does stripping down count as a PDA? not sure, but that's what's going on between the two of them. none of this is surprising. denji's never been able to see the injury-then-scar initially bared without a pang lancing behind his tawny eyes; katsuki's seen it plenty of times. there's no escaping the feeling of guilt and need for some atonement. he knows that sensation full well in his own life. but dwelling in the pain of the past isn't going to help anyone. what happened happened, katsuki doesn't fault denji for it in the slightest, and will tell him that as many times as it takes if/whenever the other boy brings the topic to bare. in the future, perhaps the medical technology of this world will make scarring obsolete, but he won't be asking them to remove it. only denji has the permission to ask for it to be done away with, and even that would require some discussion between them.
water pours and sluices down his boyfriend's naked body. on his feet, standing in the tub, as if in a scrambled flash that saw him reclined to upright in a moment. katsuki neither starts nor snarls at the response, only remains where he is outside the tub, looking up at his tall partner before him. if this is what he needs, to be smote fully in the face by the evidence of his brainwashed actions, then fine. look at it, touch it, burn for it, but don't let it destroy you. he watches denji's face, focusing on his eyes and his expression. when katsuki started u.a., he thought scars were marks of weakness, evidence of shameful failures to dodge or block or fight back properly. but his mind changed the more he experienced, as izuku broke himself using his quirk and shoto's face bore testament of his abused past. by the time katsuki got his own scars, they were no longer symbols of defeat, but rather poof of strength, that you survived, and those marks left their stories on your body that you decided what and how to learn from them as you went forward.
what does denji think when he reaches out and runs his fingers along the scar left on katsuki's body? guilt, of course, pain, yes, but will he ever see it someday and realize it wasn't done on purpose? who knows. the future will tell. denji's much stronger now than he was at the start of this life here. still damaged, still hurting, but also healing, also improving each day he lived. katsuki takes in the half-devil's body, strong and lean, healthier than before, definitions beneath smooth skin that spoke to someone moving forward in his life. it's not just pochita in his heart that gave the boy his new lease on existence. he has a dream, many dreams, beating within his chest. as katsuki meets denji's eyes again, looking upon the fading guilt as its replaced with warm affection and passion, he knows they'll be fine.
he rests his hand in denji's hair as the other man mouths across the scar, leaving that arm to hang for now as his fingers card through the damn sandy blonde locks. the kisses feel good, scar tissue not enough to kill the nerves beneath. katsuki curls his hand into a fist, just to flex his bicep under denji's lips, a bit of a show off, a bit of a promise. before letting his hand slide down the boy's head, along the slope of his neck, and come to rest on the curve of his trape once the half-devil's back to his full height. that arm around his waist feels ni-
wait a secon-] OY! [don't just haul him off his feet, dammit! he's not some mannequin for lugging around! katsuki grips onto denji's shoulder instinctively, legs tucking quickly so he doesn't bang his feet against the tub he's hoisted over. they hit the water with two splashes soon after, finding the chill nothing unpleasant due to the heat of the day. yeah, he had the idea of sitting on the rim, but now he's in the tub and denji's got him flush to his body. wet and cool compared to the warmth beneath his skin.
he scowls up at his boyfriend, face a pink mess from the sensation and feelings. excuse you, he could've figured that out pretty damn easily. the only real question had been chest to chest or back to chest, which is now answered. katsuki gently fists denji's hair at the back of his head and gives it a slight tug, tilting the taller boy's chin up so he can lean in and bite him on the throat. nothing hard, tongue lazily lapping over the already-fading mark a few seconds later, before he lets go of his hair in acceptance.] Then sit back down.
[ will he ever ask for that scar to be removed? maybe not right now, especially when this incident is the reason why he decided he's been ignoring his flaws for too long. he wants to get stronger and while others tend to train to enhance their combat skills and physical endurance, this approach might not be necessary for someone who holds a devil's heart. he can spend hours in the gym daily, but that won't change the fact a devil's strength relies solely on human fear. in the end, denji's drawback is the fragility of his emotions. it makes him easy to manipulate, and weak to give in to impulses, and that's what happened in vegas. how can he learn from this? how can he get better? he's not sure ... but he knew he had katsuki by his side to help him figure it out. he's not alone here.
that tiny flex of muscles back then was hard to dismiss, and it never failed to amaze him how those masculine traits had such an influence on him since the start of his unpredicted attraction for the young hero. to think that someone who was obsessed with sexualizing women and had visible distrust towards men could change within a few months, and in some stupid logic— denji thought if he could ever fancy a man enough to want to have sex with him, he'd favor someone with feminine features. once again, for shallow reasons. however, bakugou is different. a toned, muscular body that is painted in battle scars, fierce in nature, confident and bold with an undeniable aura to dominate. and now, this is exactly what made him this attractive in denji's eyes, every inch of him is worth admiring; even when he's giving out a nasty scowl and the infamous stink eye. still gorgeous. still delicious. only katsuki can get away with it.
denji was expecting some protest for picking his boyfriend up that way, but it didn't happen because bakugou is smart enough to know how to really get to him, how to rile him up and earn revenge— and to have his mouth on his throat will do the trick just fine. it's not only the bite in itself, but the warmth of his breath, the wet brush of his tongue against the sensitive skin, the fact he was baring his teeth, feral and going in for such a risky bend. hell, bakugou would feel the rapid beats of denji's heart pulsing through his veins. it's a soft bite, a nibble, a tease ... and fuck, the half-devil wished it wasn't. his fingers reached to curl around his neck, and then he breathed. shit, what was wrong with him? ]
... Is the bathroom our official 'I want to fuck him' spot?
[ because ... it's certainly turning into one, isn't it? denji said it as a lighthearted, crude joke but he's also confessing here. he glanced down at the other boy's body, both hands slowly skimming down the arch of his back, then lower his hips and thighs; keeping his touch timid for now. denji then relaxed back into the water again, spreading his legs to accommodate his boyfriend. honestly, with the way he's sitting down and the other is still on his feet, it's hard not to be mindful of how naked bakugou is right now. it didn't matter how many times he'd seen him bare, it will never fail to capture denji's undivided attention.
it's a perfect time to splatter some cool water into his horribly flustered face. he had to remind himself that fucking inside the bathtub is a hygiene hazard, not sure bakugou would enjoy bathing in tainted water, unlike their shower adventures where they can rinse off their sins down the drains. plus, he kinda wants them to have a cute night of them chilling in a bubble bath, enjoying their dinner, talking about their day, and catching a breather. cute shit like that.
but, but- he's also a weak, pathetic man. ] ... you're sleeping in my room tonight, right?
[katsuki doesn't know if training can increase denji's strength, but logically he figures it should. even if it's nothing more than pumping iron to build his muscles or trying to train his reflexes to react faster. he's already harped on denji (in that irritable but nerdy way) to be more varied with his chainsaws, sparked when the half-devil revealed he could pull the chains themselves off to use them. perhaps they can't increase pochita's strength without fear, but denji isn't pochita, even if the devil serves as his heart. everything around pochita is still denji. physically, katsuki can push his boyfriend to train and grow stronger, but when it comes to the other boy's emotions and mentality... that's something the hero has to handle far more carefully and respectfully. while he'll forever snarl at denji when the guy suggests it was his own weakness that led to the worm's brainwashing, katsuki likewise agrees there's got to be some way to deal with mental attacks. focusing on good memories and emotions, those that serve as a core and create a person's beliefs, are likely keys in dealing with that. but alas, hopefully they'll never have to test that crap.
katsuki never thought much about his sexuality, or sex in general, as he grew up. girls always avoided him due to his temper and he was too focused on his amazing record, powerful quirk, and heroic future to think about dating, romance, or even what he found attractive in someone. that first year in u.a. really woke up a number of things inside him, including his attention to other people, namely his classmates. attraction never got out beyond his mind, noting some things here or there he liked. but it laid a fine groundwork for when denji came in. odd to think the guy who ticked him off for being kind of clingy earlier, the guy who was as focused on girls and tits as mineta, would end up being the guy katsuki started dating. he respects and likes strength, so was it that surprising to find denji attractive? from the definition of his muscles to that charming smile on his face to the glimmer of sharp white teeth katsuki came to realize he had a thing for. his naivety and innocence can drive him up the wall at times, yet both draw him in just as well. this boy has no right being so comfortable to hold between his arms at night, or feel wrapped around him when they share a bed in a tender embrace. too late for take backs now. he has no regrets.
he should've protested more. getting manhandled like some little kid pisses him off. but there's something about it when denji does it... he's NOT going to think about that! more fun to make a mess of his boyfriend's throat and feel him squirm a little with his mouth on his neck. yeah, he knows denji likes it harder, a full bite leaving marks in its wake. makes it more fun to refuse, keeping the touches gentler and ironically dominate him that way. tongue curling over his voice box, tracing where his teeth at just been, laving a wet path across throbbing veins he feels pulsing against his tongue. he'll bite him harder later. it's not like denji hasn't teased him in the past a shitload of different ways. paybacks.]
Better not be. I'm not getting some damn Pavlovian response from a bathroom. [katsuki doesn't make a habit of getting showers with denji in the personal bathroom. he'd rather not have that kind of reputation, thanks. keep it to their room(s) and other private places. denji's capable of turning him on a lot more easily now. he eases off the grip in his boyfriend's hair, sliding his hand down the side of his neck to rest on his trape. fuck, those strong hands wandering down his ribs and moving to his back before following his hips and thighs earn a low shudder from the blonde's head to tailbone. it's embarrassing, but denji knows how to touch him, already starting to harden between their hips. right when the devil hunter opts to take his seat.
katsuki follows him quickly. it's almost a relief to sink down in the cold water. cool that stupid problem off as he leans back against the half-devil's chest. che. he knew there was only a scant few seconds between deciding to sit down and denji deciding he's gonna be really damn naughty with his mouth. yeah, fucking in the bath is a bad idea. well, the start of a bath. they can fuck around at the end of it. it's all going down the drain anyways and a quick shower can take off whatever might've been leftover. he feels the little triangle of denji's ripcord pressing against his skin, the trail of it lining up with his spine. lucky for denji, katsuki can't reach it to mess with it like he sometimes does.]
[ it's pure evil yet brilliant at the same time how bakugou understood the power of flirting and how it can humble denji. there are times it can rile him up, give all those urges a dangerous boost, and in others it's more sedating— a clever way to dominate and take back control. everything about today felt like a slow, steady, luscious tease, and denji is enjoying every second of it.
... pavlovian? denji silently mouths that word to himself, free to scrunch his nose and look confused as hell while doing so, only because bakugou had his back to him and couldn't see the visible struggle. what a smart-sounding phrase that was a total mystery to him, and he wonders if he should ask for its meaning, or ... attempt to figure it out on his own. the second option would cater to his shaky dignity better. relaxing in the water, denji reflects on his options. he can only assume based on their line of conversation that bakugou agrees they shouldn't make it a habit to mate within the walls of a bathroom all the time, despite the enticement of a wet naked body— the one that's grabbing denji by the throat in this very moment, squeezing on his windpipe and warming him between his thighs, they should be more civil. he contemplates that concept of chivalry in the privacy of his mind because he'd rather think about a random line of thought instead of the weight of the other's body against his dick. right, back to the chivalry, denji decided that is utter bullshit.
he could never see himself as reserved around that boy; whether it was down to simple sexual desires, his safety and well-being, along with the unwavering necessity to make sure what belongs to him stays that way. denji might not be very vocal or open about it, but is it really shocking for someone who grew up having nothing to be mindful of not losing something as precious? 'mindful' might be sugarcoating it, but denji didn't wish to come off as tyrannical. he's careful to pick his battles, when to speak up, when to step in. there is no reason for it now, never sensed the demand for it, yet the fact denji didn't seem to slow down after knowing their official status is somewhat telling too. if anything, it made him even more wary of anyone getting too bold with his partner. so, no, being civilized and chill is not a privilege denji has when it comes to this boy. whether that's a good thing or not— it's up for question.
with a casual smile, denji decided not to hide the obvious. as the other boy positioned himself between his legs, he'd allowed himself to enjoy the mild friction under the water. it's new, too soft to give a nice stroke but a perfect tease which is fitting to their theme today. moreover, those back shoulders are something else, denji watched the muscles flex and relax, moving his gaze towards the nape of bakugou's neck— down to the small details of his freshly trimmed edges. denji had no intent to deprive himself, fingers already holding into each shoulder, slowly and gently kneading on those firm muscles as he revealed. ]
If it makes you feel any better ... there is no ice sculpture of you.
[ after his brief conversations with shoto, it felt lowkey cruel to drag someone like him into his shenanigans. the boy was too innocent to get the joke, and it would feel a bit icky to corrupt him so soon. besides, it did seem like it would upset bakugou in a certain way and ultimately wasn't worth it. denji didn't know what they would walk into, since he allowed shoto to do whatever he deemed fit, but he planned to spend the night with his boyfriend in one way or another. if the base is not fit for it, why couldn't they go somewhere else? that was his plan B and still is. he begins to apply more pressure, his fingers finding the knots and tight spots with an intuitive touch; his thumbs circled those areas with deliberate pressure, each movement aimed at releasing the pent-up stress that had accumulated throughout the day.
[there are times denji's like a puppy, eager to jump up and shower affection. sometimes katsuki accepts it with a grimace or shade of annoyance, rarely he's in the mood to respond positively with a hug and grin, and other times he has to push the guy down and try to settle him another way. flirting can work both ways, inciting denji into a better (hornier) mood or urging him to cool for the moment with a compromise. of course, he's one of the two or three that can jump on katsuki in the first place without getting blown up. and the only one with boyfriend privileges.
yeah, he's not explaining what pavlovian means. not right now. later. katsuki's well aware what kind of torments it'd put denji through to shower with him in the confines of personal bathrooms. being naked with each other in that kind of lone, intimate setting would probably always result in fucking. not that he has a problem with that (his boyfriend's sex drive is ridiculous at times). but this isn't their bathroom, and having a handful scattered around their dorm means they can't hog it. if and when each of their rooms get their own bathrooms with showers, fucking hell...
settling back against denji brings all those thoughts to the surface. each nerve is so eager to rush what it's feeling to the forefront of his mind. from the outline of his ripcord along his spine, to the swell of his pectorals and brush of his nipples against his back, to the way his thighs are spread on either side of katsuki's and gently nuzzling him as he rests in his boyfriend's lap. he's deliberately avoiding pushing too hard against denji's dick, slotted up between his tailbone and the cleft of his ass. doesn't want to make him miserable, or incite a full fuck while they still have food to eat. whether that want's going to be effective is another story.
especially if denji's going to start messing with his shoulders. fuck. it only takes a few seconds of those strong hands to push and massage the rounds of muscles for katsuki's head to fall forward, baring his nape and sinking the breadth of his upper body like the strings holding them up just got cut. he takes care of his entire body, demanding perfection from each part, but there's no denying his arms, shoulders, and upper back take the brunt of his quirk's impressive recoil. tension and requirement slither through the sinew of his powerful muscle, the back of his left shoulder displaying the exit of that puncture wound from months ago (in his world). as denji kneads the brawn, so much of that pent-up work begins to melt and untangle. he can only do so much of this on his own; having someone else massage him as denji's doing is one of the fastest ways to make katsuki collapse. he's mostly quiet through the process, but an occasional grunt or cuss grumbles out when his boyfriend works on a particularly deep knot, to say nothing of a low short groan when relief's found. probably striking the half-devil right in the dick. shut up. it feels good.]
Not yet... [he's a little distracted right now. denji's put him to sleep before during a shoulder massage. they can get to food in a little bit. katsuki's arms fall limp to his side when the blonde puts more pressure on his trape, his body curling ever so slightly between the half-devil's legs as thumbs draw circles on his deltoids. fuck, this feels really good. the comment about the lacking ice sculpture earns a low hum of acceptance, but good luck getting more out of him right now. he's going all putty in denji's hands.]
[ the amount of strain bakugou's body takes is quite impressive; the size of the blast, the energy behind it, and the recoil after each combustion aren't meant to be endured by a human's body. the fact that his partner makes it look easy is insane, but it doesn't mean he wouldn't walk away from a mission without feeling the heat from it all, especially if they were dealing with a rather pesky kaiju or a group of them. he would often catch katsuki idly holding onto his forearm, bloodied and bruised after a long fight; the vies on his arms added a nice disparity to dominating such a powerful quirk in his favor. it was an attractive sight for reasons he will never disclose.
they're both a little distracted right now, but denji likes to believe he's more sober. is he, though? who knows. as his lids lower over his eyes, a sly smile paints over his lips; he then slouches over, eyeing down the back of the other's neck, tempted. instead of using his teeth as his heart desired, denji traced his fingers upward, massaging his way to the scalp with the lightest graze of his nails. he buries his fingers through those blonde locks as he applies gentle pressure, spreading them and working his way in a slow, circular motion. denji envisions what would feel good to him and offers it to his boyfriend, gentle in how he brushes along bakugou's hair throughout the massage, encouraging him to relax into it, rest and fall into silence. both of them did, and the half-devil is fine with it.
it wasn't a chore, it was something he enjoyed and it showed in the way denji took his sweet time, giving an inkling that he might be the one taking the most pleasure in this exchange. there was no rush to get it over with, nothing more than self-indulgence as his hands brushed over those shoulders again, making sure they didn't require further attention. he then attends to those firm biceps; uncovering further knots of tension and coaxing them to release. he wanted his boyfriend to lean on him now and rest against his chest as he slowly slipped his hands under the water, blindly seeking bakugou's before curling their fingers together. he closed his eyes, tilting his head against the other. the smile is visible in the tone of his voice. ]
I'll give you a full back massage in the bedroom ...
[ he'd do it now if he could. it's not an option given the size of the tub and he'd imagine bakugou isn't in the mood to be shifting around and ruining the chill vibe. the warmth between his legs can be ignored, and while denji can't control hiding it, he's not acting on it either. he's not that selfish; his partner could use a break and he'd allow him. ]
Feel free to compliment my hidden skills, though. My magical hands ...
[many quirks would seem to be counter to a human's health, yet most quirk users' quirks augment their bodies to handle the strain without issue. katsuki could argue the same to denji. ripping his arms and forehead open to produce those chainsaws each time would put so much trauma on a normal body, to say nothing of instant death. yet the half-devil bears their weight and revolution without problem, albeit with a near-crazed battlelust he's seen blazing in denji's glowing eyes behind his helmeted head. there's a weird clash of feelings in katsuki's chest when his boyfriend's covered in gore and revving his chainsaws: attraction because he likes every part of denji, even the saws, and concern because denji's torn up and bleeding all over.
then again... it's hard not to take note of his toned chest rising and falling with each breath, a mouth full of sharp teeth in that eternal grin, and the lazy daze of satisfaction crossing his face when denji retracts everything. even caught a moment of his tongue sliding from the corner of his mouth to lap at his own blood drops dribbling down the contours of his face. macabre attraction. katsuki thinks it's weird, but he's adjusting.
water shifts, lapping at his sides and breached knees when denji leans forward. a low exhale ghosts across his tongue and teeth, nerves perking up as the motion rubs his man's penis between his cheeks and nuzzles the tip along his tailbone. what the hell's he doing back there? leaning over him like that, as if ready to press chest to back and embrace him like he's done so many times in the comfort of their shared bed. fingers take over instead, ten firm tips prodding up his trapes and onto the surface of his nape before vanishing into the spiky scruff of his hairline. grazing at the base of his brain stem and massaging upward towards his crown. buried in his hair before curling and pressing, then spreading and smoothing, coaxing his temples and caressing his scalp. fuck... now he wishes they weren't in the bathtub. katsuki could fall asleep to this kind of thing. and he doesn't want to do that while surrounded by a bunch of water. somewhere in the back of his mind, he's taking note of denji's touches, to return them later at another time.
relax? yeah, he relaxes. head dropping forward, shoulders sagging, arms limp at his sides. leaning back against denji fucks up his access, so this is fine. so many points of contact. from the hands in his hair to the occasional brush of elbows on his back or sides to the way denji's legs rub against the outside of his own as they fit together in the tub. katsuki closes his eyes completely, muscles softening in his upper arms, biceps sinking and triceps elongating in ease. his shoulders are fine. they feel all hot and melted, floppy and relaxed, like moving again is impossible. it doesn't take much coaxing to encourage katsuki backwards, finally sinking his back against denji's strong chest once more. this time, his head falls onto his boyfriend's shoulder, turned enough his breath caresses the half-devil's cheek. lingering here, naked with him in the water, feeling his hands loving his body like this, is a heaven that's rare despite being completely optional every damn day. katsuki spreads his fingers slightly, waits for his boyfriend's to slide between them, then curls his hands into light fists and holds onto him in a tender rest. a smile heard on denji's voice.]
You'll put me to sleep if you do that, bastard. [there's no anger, snark, or growl. only a pure relaxed murmur to warn denji what he's playing with here. he could sleep right here if denji let him. somehow, feeling his boyfriend's erection rubbing against the small of his back, balls swelling and softening in slow rhythm, makes the sensation more intimate than lewd. katsuki doesn't want denji to hide it. eyes closed, shoulders, head, and arms an eased mess.] Yeah, yeah... You're stupid good with your hands. Damn you... making me feel this good... Do it more often... Denji.
[ 'do it more often' — it's music to his ears. it's the perfect compliment to soothe his aching soul, and the smile and the fervor of his expression is something denji rarely ever experienced throughout his lifetime. if he dares to admit it ... this might be happiness, or as close as he can get to grasping such a foreign emotion. it's intense yet feels light- like he's floating on air, head in the clouds, but it never shows up alone without the heartbreaking thought of 'is this what normal people feel all the time?'. even when he's in that high, there's always a thought ready to humble him. denji has grown to accept it, nod along, because it's easier to hush them when he stops fighting back. yes, he will never be this happy again outside of this city, and it's okay. he's okay with it now. he'll enjoy it as long as he can.
the sound of the water lapping gently against the sides is enough to soothe any troubling thoughts. they lingered there, savoring the closeness, the gentle intimacy, and the simple luxury of being wrapped in each other's presence; within the confines of the small bathtub, time seemed to stand still during their shared serenity and warmth. with his eyes barely open, lids heavy and low over his gaze, he side glanced at his boyfriend as their cheeks pressed in the most endearing nuzzle. he never thought it was physically possible to have a frenetic heartbeat while falling into a sedating trance. the delicate rise and fall of their breaths, synchronized in a perfect rhythm of peace. he can hear it in bakugou's tone, his exhaustion, and the growing desire to give in to it. hey, denji can't say he's not sharing the sentiment after a long shift. with that in mind, he muttered under his breath. ]
It's okay. I'm here. I'll take care of you.
[ that's not a warning, but a compliment; if he's making his partner feel this good, how could he take it in any other way? bakugou is welcome to rest. denji knows how to handle it, and if the hero does end up slipping into a deep slumber, he will eventually wake up in the comfort of a warm bed in one way to another. with a quiet grace, denji frees one hand, guiding it out of the water before it relaxed over bakugou's head. he then skimmed his wet fingers through the strands with practiced ease, creating a calming, affectionate solace that harmonized perfectly with the growing stillness between the bathroom's walls. it's not lewd, he inwardly agrees, but no one should ask him to explain why it isn't when he's aware that his boner is all up the other's lower back. it was a comedic battle between his dick and heart, and one overpowered the other. did it leave denji a bit bothered? not really. he's fine. he's kinda used to dealing with urges all the time and it's not the end of the world. ]
Rest. I'll clean up a bit ...
[ he gives katsuki's cheek a little kiss, and without moving from his spot, denji grabs into the soap. with ease, he rubbed the bar between his hands, lathering them up before he started spreading the foam over his stretched-out arms, all the while allowing his boyfriend to lean against him. ah, he could get used to this ... ]
[he doesn't see the smile, but he feels it in denji's touches, the way his chest swells slightly and deflates in a happy relief. someone who wants validation and affection more than anything. denji's had so little in his life, the simple things most people forget or take for granted are complete gifts to him. why did this boy go so long without knowing the warmth of happiness? growing up as he did, katsuki can never relate to that question, much less get his head around the life of an abused orphan. he can defeat villains, save victims, protect civilians, rescue the lost, but can he relate to them like izuku or uraraka could? not really. that's a gift those two, and people like them, have. katsuki can understand empathy and act on it, but those emotions that resonate between people like that... is not a gift of his. what he can do is reach out, grasp onto those pains, and show them peace... even if it means kicking their ass sometimes. because isn't that kind of what praising denji does? crashes against his despondency to prove he's worth someone's time, effort, care, and attention.
they may not have forever here, but what they do have, katsuki wants to spend it with denji. moments like these, stolen away from their purpose here to instead indulge in them. only them. bodies together, hearts beating in quiet sync, warmth shared between them as they connect in so many ways and places. he never thought much of having a relationship when he arrived at u.a., never intended to make friends when he came to neo tokyo... and now he's got a boyfriend who he cares about a lot. resting here with him, wrapped in denji's attention and affection is just as pleasant as feeling the other boy sink into katsuki's embrace in the bedroom. skin nuzzles to skin, their cheeks brushing together as the other blonde looks at him. perhaps this was denji's fault, risking the closeness after he came back from a long, hard day at work in a very hot sun. maybe katsuki shouldn't have gotten into the bath with him. or maybe he should know better than to give his boyfriend tender moments because denji gets to get real sappy. but there's no urge to fight it now. lulled by the rise and fall of his chest, cradled in his lap with legs and arms settling in gentle holds of his own. those quiet words ghost across his cheek and corner of his mouth, tangible as well as audible/]
Hn. That was... supposed to be my job. [murmured with faux resistance. hadn't katsuki offered to draw a bath for denji, provide water and cooling, permitted dinner in the tub, have a rest ready for him when he returned, all elements of taking care of his boyfriend's comforts and needs? why is it that he's the one getting pampered right now? bah... sneak. sleeping is tempting, but unless denji's going to nod off himself, katsuki's wavering between stubborn and surrender. their fingers untangle on one side, breaking the spell as dripping digits come to rest atop his head and comb through his hair. tch, now he's actively trying to zone him out. good thing katsuki's content with both denji's dick and heart.
seven minutes. he's out for around seven minutes. sleeping against denji's cheek, body resting in the embrace of his lover's. until his eyes finally open thanks to the lazy caresses, half-bared crimson focusing on foot of the tub. little more than a catnap, but it's enough to recharge his proverbial batteries. somewhere he remembers the urge to rest, a brush of lips against his cheek, and a bar of soap going squish squish between denji's hands. hn? did he soap up while they sat there? fingers graze over denji's knee, indicating katsuki's awake again, and he lifts his head, skin a slight tacky from being wet then drying off above the water's surface.] Baka... you're too damn comfortable.
[ bakugou's eternal battle against showing vulnerability through tender displays of affection will never fail to be amusing. at times, denji wonders if he truly dislikes it. was it truly horrifying to be around someone who clearly enjoys him? someone who makes it his sole mission to show that he cares about him in any given second? sure, the half-devil is aware that his boyfriend isn't fond of being smothered with affection 24/7, but that's one thing he will forever be fucking stubborn about. while he will always respect physical boundaries — katsuki will not stop him from buying flowers, inviting him to dinner in romantic spots, or dedicating a song to him on karaoke night with his godawful voice. this is his right and denji will abuse it. will he ever get the chance to date someone when he returns back home? hell no. everyone is out to fucking get his ass in that hell, so bakugou will have to accept the treacle. then again, it's not all silly fun, being in a relationship ... he understood there is more to it.
the little sleepy murmur made him scoff a bit. it's not a job exclusive to one of them and it will never be a one-sided exchange. bakugou is exhausted; he's been working too hard, barely allowing himself to recover after the vegas trip before jumping into work, pushing himself, and taking in extra duties— denji is not surprised that his partner is reaching a point where it is all catching up to him, and maybe he can slow down a bit, especially during the heatwave. denji was tempted to join him, equally drained and far too comfortable. the reminder of how badly he needed to rinse himself clear is the motivation he needs to keep himself vigilant. during those seven minutes, denji proceeded to bathe, focusing on his upper body and back shoulders, careful with every movement; unwilling to give bakugou any reason to pull away from him. it was a bit tricky, but not difficult. when denji isn't moving around and the water grows still, he can hear the faintest sound of bakugou's deep breaths and it never fails to make him smile.
he's almost done when the other boy stirred in his sleep, rinsing the last few traces of soap between his fingers, slowing down a bit as the warm body pulled away from their shared embrace. he then relaxed his shoulders, admitting to himself that he was a tad disappointed it was over. tch. bakugou had such an enticing sleeping face, too. one of the few rare sights where denji struggled to identify whether the hero was considered handsome or pretty because he could pull off both depending on the mood. a golden boy, indeed. ]
Good. Now I know how to get you in my bed faster.
[ he sits up a bit, reaching out to curl his fingers under bakugou's chin, lifting it for a closer look. he smiled at those heavy lids, the slow flutter of blonde lashes, the mild squinting as his vision adjusted to the bathroom's lighting, still fighting off the weariness. like a freak, denji wanted to see all those tiny changes in HD, taking in every inch of those gorgeous features. he then leans in and starts kissing along the curve of bakugou's neck, his voice is a bit muffled but clear. ] ... since you're up, let's go to the bedroom. We'll have our dinner there.
[does he dislike it? not completely. it's why he continues to do it from time to time. but being sappy or romantic, tender or emotional, has never been a strong point with him. notions of affection and feelings leak out in katsuki's daily life through small things, like preparing dinner for them both, sleeping beside denji at night, sitting quietly with him in the evening, walking by him at the store, daily experiences alongside someone he cares for. it saves the unique displays for when he feels it's wanted or needed. denji gets away with things no one else does. he accepts the flowers with a grumble (and makes sure they're cared for), he teases his boyfriend about those romantic dinner spots, and barks at him for dedicating a song to him when he's already bristling from even being at the karaoke bar in the first place. but katsuki never stops denji. permission into his private space and offering tolerance are also evidence of affection. it's not like katsuki will return to his world and have a boyfriend waiting for him. he'll have war... and a just-sewn-up hole in his chest with a ninja-repaired busted heart and lungs to deal with for life. a life he refuses to lose in war. he made denji a promise not to die. and he won't break his promise.
katsuki's certainly not as bad about pushing himself as izuku; he focuses on his health and his rest, but there are times he'll get caught up in his job and work himself to the point of breaking. this time around, it's for a harder reason. if he's so exhausted at night, he can barely keep his eyes open, he won't have the brain to dream. no nightmares to wake him. they're fading, coming more and more rarely, as he begins to ease off the gas in his life. denji needs his attention to. he knows his boyfriend still feels horrible about what happened in vegas, and deals with his own personal demons. katsuki wants to be strong enough to give him the aid and comfort he needs to combat those monsters in the realm the blonde can't reach.
at the very least, denji's already submerged himself up to his chin in the water; he's rinsed off well enough. but when katsuki wakes from his light snooze, the acrid bite of sweat is replaced with the mellow scent of clean and soap. a pleasant rouse as he comes back into waking, still resting against his boyfriend. who apparently managed to get himself all cleaned up without dislodging the young hero from his nap. that's pretty damn impressive. katsuki's not a light sleeper unless he's set his internal clock to be so. all good things had to come to an end, and he wasn't intending to sleep the night away in the bath. even if it was pretty damn comfortable. maybe they can do that some night. denji's irritatingly comfortable to sleep against. perhaps it's due to all those nights of cuddling with pochita. he just... knows how to make someone feel wanted, contented, safe, and comfortable in his arms. another reason katsuki wants denji to feel the same in his.]
I don't have a problem getting in your bed. You just make it hard to sleep sometimes.
[cause they end up fucking. katsuki glances up, red eyes half-hooded under his lashes, as denji hooks his fingers beneath his chin to encourage his face up. blinking once or twice, jaw tightening to stifle a yawn that wants to drag his mouth open. waking up stopped being fun after he turned thirteen. he does it out of duty now. he focuses quietly on denji's face, taking in the way his tawny eyes search his own visage, the gentle curve of his lips from a barely hidden smile, cheeks smooth with a tiny tinge of pink, damp bangs still raked back from his forehead, every part of him coming together in a handsome package katsuki gets to call "mine" any time he wants. corded muscles draw tight as he tilts his head ever so slight, giving denji space to make out with his neck. horny bastard...]
Yeah, yeah. Lemme wash off first. Didn't get in just to soak.
[ cause they end up fucking. it's the right type of workout to knock someone out cold for the rest of the night, and they will end up enjoying that post-climax deep slumber that will promise them to wake up feeling refreshed and ready to face the day. they could argue about it, and denji was willing until he noticed katsuki's little attempt to suppress a yawn that left his eyes a bit hazy afterward— and it was the most adorable visual he could ever get out of the hero. the expression that dragged out of denji is fated to ruin any attempt at sexual inducement; it was utter smitten kitten bullshit and he did not care if bakugou hates it. whatever argument he wanted to initiate has vaporized from the back of his mind, turned to dust, and is replaced by the untamed aggression to dote on the other boy. he'd kiss, nuzzle, and smother his lips all over that inviting flesh, fingers wrapping around the nape as went in for the throat afterward. this area had a very different treatment, and while denji isn't trying to start something here (honestly), it was nearly impossible not to feel a certain way when he had katsuki exposed. still, nothing more than open-mouth kisses and a muffled pleased grunt. see? this bitch didn't know how to tease. he didn't know how to leave someone itching for more— he went all for it, out of pure greed. he couldn't be that tolerant ever. ]
You're clean. Super clean and tasty. I smell nothing bad.
[ is he complaining? sorta, but there is a lighthearted vibe behind it that wouldn't come off as him being frustrated. he's not in that stage, getting there- but, still subdued. denji is quiet for a second, thinking, he then decides if they will stay in the tub for an extra few minutes, there have to be some changes. with that, he hunched forward, getting in his space and nudging katsuki cheek by cheek to get his attention. ] ... Turn around. [ -is the only warning he's willing to offer before denji begins shifting a bit, hands finding his boyfriend's hips under the water and coaxing him to sit up. manhandling him this time will not work, not in the confinement of the tight cocoon of a tub. he'd urge bakugou to comply, careful not to stir the water too much and overflow the edges. not gonna lie, this process of moving around is— fucking delicious for obvious reasons. the friction, the anticipation of having such strong thighs straddle him, hands on his shoulders and all. it's what denji is aiming for, at least.
at some point, he dragged his hands away, allowing his boyfriend to settle over his lap on his own. he waits, silently, with a lazy smile; he then relaxed back and proceeded to stretch his arms on either side of the rim; subtly grinding their hips together and obviously enjoying himself, if the way his eyelids drooped and cheeks warmed up was any indication. he does reassures the other boy with a playful nod that he will not sabotage his cleansing ritual. promise.
but, if denji had to wait for him to finish- ] Do it slow. Give me a nice show.
Like hell! We pass out! [and they pass out after a delay at that. though katsuki's never complained enough to stop denji. griped and bitched at him even as his face got red and his body got hotter. they both know if the blonde's really not having it, he'll make it known. just like they both know katsuki gets pretty damn good sleep after sex. (even if he might smash a pillow in denji's face later for going too hard.) it's so damn hard to resist his boyfriend's face, whether he's leaning over him with that horny predatory grin, or gazing at him with affectionate tawny eyes and tracing his pecs with his hand. no wonder the half-devil's good at getting his way. katsuki's never had to coax or tempt denji into sex. the guy's always willing. luckily neither of them are getting into it right now, the lull of the bath and the gooey sap bubbling between them keeps that heat smushed down.
instead he's getting that doe-eyed fawning that makes his guts get all twisted. ugh, it's so damn annoying, but no amount of hand in denji's face to push it away has ever toned that look down. at least he's down there making out with his neck soon enough so katsuki can ignore it. ends up tilting his head back against his boyfriend's hand, neck and hairline nuzzling into a strong palm and fingers. lips find a sensitive area and a single soft exhale slips past his mouth, eyes lidding halfway again. trust and intimacy twist in one whenever he bares his neck to denji's mouth, offering vulnerable veins and skin to sharp teeth and strong impulses. those are usually good at heating him up, sending attention and feelings straight down to funnel into his pelvic v. he's trying to resist it, but he's only human. with an attractive boyfriend turning his neck into a love-bitten mottle.]
What the hell... Did you wash me off while I was sleeping?
[there's no complaint in his voice, only a soft puff from having his head tilted back like this. denji got himself all cleaned up, smelling of soap and water rather than sweat. water that's no longer a cold mess, but not tepid and lukewarm from their combined bodies within it. katsuki's no longer resting against him, yet remains caught within the cage of his legs, hips still nudged back against his boyfriend's lap. does he really think denji's going to be fine letting it go at that? cheek to cheek, nuzzling him in the way that's mutually tender and impish. turn around, he says. thought so.]
Don't order me around.
[yeah right. denji can do so, and get away with little more than the expected growl. hands work at his hips and katsuki draws his legs back, knees breaching the surface. stretching out and turning over like a fish in the water is a dumb idea. instead, he reaches back to catch a strong shoulder in hand, then tucks one leg further back, heel beneath his thigh and toes braced against the tub floor, before pushing himself up in the water. it sluices off his half-exposed nudity, pouring into the tub as he twists around on both legs now, ending up crouched in front of denji between his legs for a second. wet hands slap atop the tub walls and he growls at his boyfriend to move his legs. one at a time, stepping over a strong thigh, to ultimately trap the half-devil's legs between his own. that gives him enough freedom to straddle denji's lap and sink onto his knees, calves and feet flanking his partner's hips, thighs, and knees. left perched atop him, ass tucked against the tops of his upper legs, dicks barely touching as he claps both hands atop denji's shoulders.
it's what he wanted, wasn't it. arms spread and katsuki follows them, sliding his hands from the rounds of the half-devil's shoulders down the bulge of his biceps, and onto the flexible joint of his elbow. feeling, caressing, touching when he doesn't have to. it's not for support, simply for enjoyment as their hips slowly rub together underwater. the tempting brush isn't a hard stimulation, which makes it fucking maddening to keep up. denji's a teasing brat.]
What'd I just say?
[taking the comment as an answer to his previous question, katsuki snags the bar of soap from the shelf and gets to it, taking his time with it, but not being a complete horndog about it. passing the suds across his shoulders and neck, down his chest, and further to the surface of the water before sliding back up. denji will have to deal with those hands letting go of his arms so katsuki can get to them, though the way his fingers cross over his biceps and triceps, under his arms, and down the length of his forearms, he's deliberately taking more time than needed, and offering more moments to admire and look.]
Damn right. We sleep like kings. [ passing out, knocked unconscious, and with zero prospect of overthinking what they can never control does sound like a good way to rest. denji would end up sleeping through the whole night instead of waking up at odd hours in between, and having a warm body by his side is another added perk. even if he ends up getting assaulted by a pillow, getting told to lower the volume of the movie he's watching, or finds himself forced to watch bakugou read some case files from work instead of getting their dick wet— he will appreciate them all. he will enjoy bakugou simply existing, breathing, yelling, snoring, or whatever else he does. it didn't mean he would not harass the other boy for attention; he still has needs! he will allow bakugou to flip through a few pages of their assigned criminal case, maybe humor him by adding a few theories, but the half-devil will eventually get between his boyfriend and his precious file, quite literally. the results depend on the hero's mood. there will be some wins and losses. denji is always ready to take a gamble.
yes, it's the trust. the trust to be around each other even when his chainsaws scarred his flesh. the sheer vulnerability that somehow made bakugou irresistible for many reasons. he'd want that gorgeous neck of his to bruise in all shades, for his skin to ache afterward, burning hot as the sharp sting of that rich blood tickled his tastebuds. a slow blink, then denji remembered where he was, glancing upward and admiring the new view. bakugou is now facing him, a few inches higher, having those intense eyes stare him down for a change is — exciting. it's different. fuck, it's warming him up fast. ]
Naaah, you just smell good at all times.
[ it wasn't a cheap compliment, it's denji's truth. bakugou will have to do a whole lot to turn him off at this point. the tiny jabs that followed were endearing. he would mutter a sincere 'my bad' post each unintended demand, not that denji was spitting them on purpose aside from humoring his instincts. no, he didn't take them as hostile, they knew each other's habits after spending all those months together. now, for the real challenge— and that's keeping his hands where they both can see them, especially when his boyfriend went in for a touch, one that brought their bodies even closer, and denji's breath got stuck in his damn throat when he realized the other boy is an inch away from feeling his hard dick. it didn't happen and bakugou continues to be the biggest fucking tease whether that was intentional or not. right, his hands - they're not allowed to slip under the water because he didn't trust himself not to start something. he's rather determined to prove he is capable of sharing a bath/shower with that boy without it turning into something else. he didn't want to familiarize his brain to trigger a boner whenever he's under the water. after all, they do share the showers with the other outsiders at times. this was a recipe for awkward encounters that denji did not require in his life. with a warm chuckle, his shoulders visibly tense and his face is flustered beyond help. at least he is honest to admit it. ]
Fuck, this is backfiring on me already ...
[ the show, that is. after admiring bakugou's face and his good looks, it's only fair to give that body the attention it deserves. those firm, toned muscles, the sinful curves of his waist, his chest, the mildly visible veins on the back of his hand and forearm, his chest— his fucking chest. the building heat in his loins made denji's cock stiffen more and more until the discomfort is borderline impossible to dismiss. he made a conscious effort to keep himself from simultaneously edging bakugou forward to press down against him. fuck, the thought alone made his toes curl. ]
It all started from the picture you sent me this morning ...
[ is he blaming katsuki for his frailty? he sure is. ]
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Date: 7/30/24 18:26 (UTC)the high standards can be a bit of a struggle, but denji will never complain. it's give and take; if he's asking bakugou to try something new for his sake, he should return the energy. this new routine shouldn't be one-sided and he wants his boyfriend to enjoy it as well. no, denji doesn't expect him to fully convert into the idea of it being a continuous affair, he respects that the hero values his privacy at times, but it shouldn't come off as a burden either. he will try his best to be a good host during those nights. what little doubts he had were brushed away when bakugou tossed in that lil compliment.
denji left the cafe with a smitten smile; not even the slap of the hot sun could take it away. the small victories of this conversation will make him tolerate the heatwave for the rest of his shift. it didn't mean he wouldn't return to the base reeking and looking like death, but - you know. he is feeling ... better. it didn't mean their previous conversation was all forgotten, but denji is learning that he is allowed to give himself a break. it's okay to take it one step at a time instead of holding the other boy hostage as he lists out every horrible experience in his life. fucking hell, he's so glad he didn't go with that insane plan. ]
deal.
i'll see you later, hero.
[ a simple dinner, yet a very delicious combo. denji was about to grab some greasy pizza but he decided bakugou's preference was better. work, followed by a quick shopping spree and it ends with grabbing dinner. he's all set until tonight. ]
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Date: 7/30/24 22:04 (UTC)katsuki won't expect denji to transform overnight and become the world's best cleaner. give and take after all. having to get used to someone else's habits and ways of doing things is part of a relationship after all. but damn is it going to be difficult at times. dirty clothes in the hamper, clean clothes folded, make the damn bed before you leave the room, open the window and curtains from time to time, dust shit (even behind the desk), and put things away. all that fun crap that drives teenagers mad when their parents harp on them for it.
but hell, who's he kidding? if the place is a mess, denji will get an earful as katsuki flops on the bed and settles in for the night. trade a restful sleep for cleaning up in the morning. something like that. denji's why he comes over, not some four-star hotel treatment. hey, at least the showers still work. coming in hot and sweaty just means he gets to trundle into the cool tub and wash off. katsuki wants to help his boyfriend work through these traumas and issues, but one at a time, slowly as the half-devil can handle it. honestly, if denji started pouring out his life story, he'd get a pillow to the mouth. neither of them need essays about their pains all at once. over time...]
text me when you get close. i'll draw a bath for you.
[you know, he really shouldn't mess with his boyfriend when denji's trying to get something done. but... there are perks and there are curses to being in a relationship.]
might even join you in it.
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Date: 7/31/24 18:37 (UTC)the offer to prepare a bath for him never fails to warm up his aching heart; it's so homey and denji is not sure he would ever get used to how comforting it is to know someone is waiting for him. it would've been a cute way to end their conversation— until that happened. this is a murder attempt. considering how he's suffering through a fucking heatwave, he didn't need his body temperature to rise from a spicy text. the rush of blood through his veins almost made him dizzy, and he broke into sweat already. he fanned himself with his hand, face turning reddish, grinning.
kacchan is playing dirty ♥ ]
i'll take that as a promise.
[ bakugou can't expect himself to tease and not get dragged into it, so that's on him. it's safe to say the remaining of the shift was- ... hell. it's hot, people are dumb or talking too much, and the hours won't pass by. the entire time he's on duty, his only motivation to keep going is the idea of getting into the cool bathtub with a very naked bakugou by his side, or on top ... hmm. denji truly tried not to entertain that thought further, especially when he was in the middle of an investigation or arresting someone. yeah, that was a long, long shift.
hours later, bakugou got that text, and after a few extra minutes— denji made it back to the base, pushing the door open with his elbow and squeezing himself in, each hand holding into something. one carried their dinner while the other hauled a bigger bag containing new sets of bedding and a feather-fluffed pillow. since they tended to share denji's in previous nights, he figured his boyfriend would be comfortable with his own pillow moving forward. he placed the loot on the dining table, quick to reach out to loosen the tie and unbutton the collar of his uniform, sleeves tugged up, face freshly sunkissed and glistening in sweat with his blonde kinks sticking to his skin. what a mess. with all the heaving and panting, the half-devil was hating every second of this shitty climate.
whether they were alone or some of their fellow everlight were around, denji didn't give a shit. they're public now since the vegas trip. if bakugou wanted a more modest approach to dating, it wouldn't happen. denji didn't have a filter. ]
I crave- [ too loud, sir. ] -a cold drink, a cold bath, and a welcoming kiss.
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Date: 8/1/24 02:36 (UTC)there's a quiet sense of satisfaction and comfort that comes from giving denji these simple pleasures in life. he'll never be able to relate to the reality of homelessness or orphaned loneliness. but seeing the smile on his boyfriend's face, the way he relaxes when he's soaking in a bath, resting on a bed, eating a homecooked meal, or wandering around a store to shop with his own money, never fails to remind the blonde of where the other boy came from. he can't erase denji's painful past, but damn if bakugou doesn't want to give him as amazing a present and future as he can.
even if that means teasing him by playing dirty.]
uh-huh.
[that's all he's gonna bother with. no point in distracting his boyfriend from his job any further. but that does mean he has to do what he said. ugh. it's hot. even in the dorms. leaving his bed with a grimace, he cracks his knuckles and gets on with his plan. by the time denji arrives back to the dorm, bakugou's just coming out of the kitchen with a plastic bag dangling from his hand. red eyes flick to the side, noticing his bedraggled beau squishing through the foyer arch with plenty of carry-on stuffed against his ribs. dinner in one, and something else in the other. even the white glow of overhead lighting makes denji's sweat-slicked skin glisten with a white streak following the curve of his cheekbones and bridge of his nose. not a really fair move, loosening his tie like that and flicking the damn buttons to expose his throat and collar.
yeah. they are public now. yeah. there are others in the common room. no. denji's not getting that last one out here in public. not on his fucking life.]
Don't walk in here shouting demands, Ripcord Pecs! The bath's not even in here! [whereupon he's swinging by to scoop both bags off the table and jerking his head to the side to tell denji to follow him.] This way, Sweat Stain.
[a welcome kiss will be given in the bathroom. which also includes said cold bath, a pitcher of ice and water, and a little frozen treat of ice cream salvaged from one of the stores earlier on. it's not todoroki's heavenly ice wall to glaciate the entire room, but it should be soothing enough.]
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Date: 8/1/24 18:43 (UTC)-aaaand a welcoming kiss.
[ respecting bakugou's boundaries will always be his priority, especially when it comes to any type of physical closeness, down to the simple peck on the lips. which explains why he's not manhandling his partner or getting into his space, forcing them to smother their lips in a hot smooch where anyone can walk in and see. in a perfect world, denji would get away with that, but if he's learning something about their dynamic and finding ways to have mini victories, it all comes down to compromise. if bakugou says no to PDA and demands modesty, then denji will comply, and instead— he'd leave a kiss on the back of his boyfriend's hand. is this less lewd? if he can't kiss him on the lips, will this be more acceptable the next time they're around others? or is it equally as scandalous?
he's learning something new every day.
pleased with his welcoming kiss, he released bakugou's hand, strolling by his side and lightly nudging their shoulders together before they head toward the bathroom. ] ... Get used to it. [ step by step, maybe one day denji could sneak in a little touch or an embrace, for no other reason than simply wanting to do it at that moment, unbothered if they're around people or not. it's one of those small perks denji would love to have, yet there is no rush into it; happy to match bakugou's pace, and if it comes down to a firm 'no', he will respect it.
they're close to where the showers/bathrooms are located, that's when he started unbuttoning his shirt, ready to fucking free himself from that sweat-drenched fabric. he eyes the bags bakugou was tagging along, mainly their dinner. ]
You gonna leave that in your room?
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Date: 8/2/24 06:53 (UTC)Oy! [a leg swings out in front of him, momentarily halted by the sudden jerk on his arm. fuck! he looks back over his shoulder, knowing exactly what's coming despite himself. dammit, denji's really gonna be stubborn about this, isn't he? the blonde's lips curve down in a scowl. luckily he doesn't lose his grip on the bag, no one falls, and his eyes draw towards that damp collar the half-devil's tugging open. doing it on purpose? no clue. is it effective? yes. and this bastard probably knows that at least. but... he stops all the same. letting denji have his arm and hand as he wants. red orbs narrow as his hand's lifted and soon warm lips brush against the back of it. a romantic, feudal, stupid, touching thing that has the faintest of pinks dusting the curve of katsuki's cheekbones. dammit, this guy's not making his refusal any easier, is he. but if denji's not going to grab and make out with him right in the middle of this kitchen (this time) then katsuki's returning the respect by letting this intimate kiss pass between them, fingers curling slightly so denji gets to feel the narrow bones on the back of the blonde's hand flutter a little beneath his lips.]
Tch. Romantic dork. [what an insult. yet he doesn't attempt to wipe his hand off or anything, simply falls in step beside denji and lets their shoulders bump together in the hallway. get used to it, he says.] I didn't blast your face off, right?
[he's doing just that, getting used to it. akin to denji slowly adapting to the idea of having someone waiting for him, someone who cares about him enough to see to his health, comfort, and wants. the half-devil is far more successful in sneaking small touches when he's alone with katsuki. from kissing the nape of his neck to draping over his shoulders in a hug to tossing a leg or two over the blonde's lap while he's reading in denji's bed. PDA will take more time. or just the devil hunter putting up with screechy face over here whenever it happens. katsuki doesn't really ever give denji that firm "no" when it comes to his need for physical closeness. just grouches at him as he tolerates it, then either continues on or gets some childish "revenge" for embarrassing him. denji's far freer to get in katsuki's personal space than anyone else.
he glances down at the bag with their food on it, lifting it slightly in hand as if in indication.] Nah. Figured we'd eat in the tub.
[which is a major compromise to the neat-freak bomber's usual ire over people eating outside the kitchen or making a mess on the common room couches. eating in the bathroom usually = gross, but on rare occasions, like these, there's an undeniable charm to its forbidden pleasantry.] I've got drinks in there already.
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Date: 8/2/24 18:45 (UTC)the offer to eat during their shared bath did surprise denji a bit, only because he thought his partner would never be into such a chaotic energy, but he won't fucking complain. this felt like a one-time thing, a rare moment where bakugou allows himself to be a teen and live on the edge, and it's exciting. after a long day of getting kicked in the dick by the heatwave, he figured they both deserve to let loose. by the time they reach the bathroom, denji has already stripped out of his upper garments; the shirt, tie and any other additions to his uniform are clumsily tossed over his shoulder as he inspects the setup. he can see the drinks, the ice cream delights that haven't melted yet and a very inviting bathtub ready to accommodate them. on the side there are fresh towels and clean pairs of clothes for them to slip into once they're done— the attention to every detail is very like bakugou, and it warmed up the half-devil's heart. ]
You're spoiling me ...
[ this time he wasn't teasing. it's genuine and soft-spoken, and thankful. they both could use a break after everything that had happened, and they hadn't had the chance to do so and denji knew they would be robbed into another mission in any given second— this could be one of the few nights of them catching a breather and coexisting without discussing a plan to defeat the new kaiju. with that, he didn't waste time unhooking his belt and pushing his pants down, ridding himself of all the clothes before getting into the water, and-
... oh. oh god. yes.
with the biggest smile, denji closed his eyes and sighed — slowly slipping lower until the water touched his chin. while it might be borderline an uncomfortable temperature for most people, this is soothing his overheated body in all the right ways. ]
This ... is the best feeling ever.
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Date: 8/2/24 22:02 (UTC)there's a difference between snarfing down tacos while dropping their fillings into the tub, and using a pair of chopsticks to grip kimchi and sushi off plates and bowls like normal people. asking for pizza in the bath would get a glare. who the fuck wants to risk a box of pizza falling into the water?! he catches denji's clothes when the boy tosses them over his shoulder, then shuts the bathroom door with a blind push of his foot, free hand swinging back to lock it. no one else is invited. there are other bathrooms if someone needs to piss. letting denji take a moment to survey the setup, katsuki shoves the clothes into a hamper; he'll take them down to the laundry area afterwards. this guy thinks it's all attention to detail while the explosive blonde operates on this level of detail being "normal" levels. if he's gonna do something, he's gonna to it 100%. making denji happy is worth all the effort.]
I know. Get in before it warms up.
[katsuki shoves a foot between denji's ankles and stomps on his pants once they hit the floor, keeping them pinned so the other boy can step out of them without messing with stripping off. then drags said leg back, raking the clothes towards himself and kicking them up in the air with a swing of his foot to catch mid-air. into the hamper they go. minus the belt and shoes. they're going by the door. half because katsuki's detailed. half because he's got to have something to do while gazing at his boyfriend's bare backside. broad shoulders, toned lines on his back, round cheeks, good legs... attractive through and through.
good thing the water's as cold as possible without dumping a shit load of ice in it. how denji got in without going into thermal shock is a question in mind. damn. katsuki takes a seat on the toilet near the tub, leaning back against the tank to watch his boyfriend enjoy the coolness. he looks nice like that. as he should be.]
Hn, bullshit. I've made you feel better than that.
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Date: 8/3/24 17:55 (UTC)relaxing in the water, denji tipped his head back against the rim, enough so he could regard the other boy with an easy smile. a bit disappointed bakugou refrained from joining him, but it's understandable why. it is too cold, even for denji, and since the base is still suffering from inoperable ac units, he knew this water would warm up in no time. perhaps then the hero will have a change of heart and settle in. ]
You make me feel a lot better than this. You're right ...
[ even with the freezing temperature and the mild shiver, it didn't stop denji's face from heating up; a light tint of reddish hue on each cheekbone and a matching curve of his lips. he didn't even bother to hide it; his thoughts, their shared closeness, and he likes to believe it more of him remembering fond memories but it's also a bit too spicy not to trigger other reactions. then again, bakugou is allowed to catch him like this, read him like an open book. after all, they've seen each other bare; not only with physical intimacy but emotionally too. last month was the first time he lost himself within his anxieties and his boyfriend was forced to see that ugly side of him, and instead of being repelled by it, bakugou embraced him, accepted his flaws, and made him feel safe.
he scoops some of the water between his hands, freshening up with a big splash to the face. denji then aims for his hair next, rinsing and brushing his fingers through the blonde locks, pushing them back in a sleek style. ]
You could, you know, start ahead and strip. [ usually, denji would love to be the one doing it for him, but that would involve him stepping out of the water, so maybe this time the hero has the freedom to undress at his own pace. sitting up, he crossed his arms over the edge of the tub, leaning on it, unmindful of the dripping mess he was making all over the floor. it's about to get worse in one way or another. ] ... I need to see it, anyway.
[ while it's healing, and might be fated to disappear after further treatments with the advanced medical procedures in this city, it's still a bit too soon for a full recovery; the scar from his chainsaws. ever since that day, denji was too afraid to look at it, it possibly contributed to him being too nervous to touch his boyfriend for the past few weeks. if he wanted to shake it off and truly take it in as a learning experience instead of a crippling trauma, this is a decent start. he had to take a good look and promise himself that bakugou is okay.
there is a reason why this incident is affecting denji the way it is, and one day it will make sense to the hero. ]
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Date: 8/3/24 20:27 (UTC)this one's a little easier; the horny urge contrasts with denji's relaxation in the cold water. that languid tilt of his head against the rim and soft smile reminds him just how tender and attractive his boyfriend can be. someone who's been through so much unloved and abused times in his life... is still capable of these feelings. some might call it naive, broken, overly trusting... but it's also proof of denji's strength, resilience, and good heart. katsuki doesn't want to give this boy any reason to feel wretched around him.
yeah, yeah. he plans on getting in. when the water's not eager to choke the blood in his veins and make his heart stop from the frigid shock. sheesh. it's not a damn dip in a frozen lake, but it's a contrast enough.]
Don't ever forget it.
[tch, that flush on denji's face is too tempting. he leans forward from his seat, one hand moving to tuck under his shirt and start hiking it up along his stomach, and closes the distance between their lips. a gentle kiss that lingers, tasting the salty bite of sweat keeping on denji's lips until it wipes away with a brief tongue when katsuki breaks the kiss and draws back. he made the other boy a promise a long time ago that he wasn't going to abandon him, and he refuses to break that promise. no matter what he sees in denji's past, it doesn't have to destroy anything in their present and future. who you were then isn't an excuse to never change for the better now. even the ugly side of denji had been accepted. katsuki fully intends for that example to be emblazoned in the other boy's mind whenever he doubts.
before he can bark at his boyfriend to at least wash his face off, denji's scooping water up and doing so. rubbing at his skin, sluicing it into his hair, anything except slouching down enough to go underwater. what's he worried about, brain freeze? well that slicked-back style doesn't look too bad, even if it's tempting to ruffle his hand in it.]
Yeah, yeah. [katsuki stretches his free arm over his head, simultaneously using the other to shove his shirt the side of said arm and eventually off his hand. he tucks his head, the shirt goes opposite, collar tugging off his hair, and then sheds the rest of it sleeve-first off his arm. material flops in a crumple against the side of the tub, soaking up the water denji's dribbling along the edge via his crossed arms. he's never forced the scar into the other boy's face, knowing it has a deal of trauma with in it, but likewise never tries to hide it from him. the puncture scars through katsuki's left shoulder and lower right side are as visible as the large burst scar torn open in the center of his chest and the marred rips along his right arm where denji's chainsaws had gone. the wounds at least are healed, his muscles and bones fine, but the marks will remain for as long as he's here in this world. testament to what happened that harsh day.
denji gets a few seconds to look, but only a few before katsuki's standing up and working at the fastener of his pants. button pops, zipper falls, and he pushes the material down his waist and thighs so he can hike a knee one after the other and strip the legs from his ankles. left his slips by the door after all.] Did you warm it up yet?
[katsuki sheds his boxer briefs, kicking them off his foot with a quick motion, then moves to the side of the tub to stick a hand in and check the temperature.]
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Date: 8/4/24 17:39 (UTC)-was it always that big?
and it's not fading. the wound is healed, but the flesh seems damaged enough to leave its permanent mark. the fact he's surprised is ridiculous. what did he fucking expect from an injury triggered by rotating sharp blades cutting through human flesh? did he predict a simple bandaging would make bakugou walk out of it scar-free? of course he wouldn't. it was foolish to think otherwise. a blink, and then he noticed his perspective had changed drastically— he was now staring bakugou down, unaware when he decided to stand on his feet. how fast did he get up? was it a chaotic rise, or a slow, careful motion? it's properly the latter. the half-devil was still in the tub and that alone added a few extra inches to their height difference than usual. there was no attempt to get off the water, only distracted and trying to make sense of how he's feeling now.
hesitantly, his hand reached for a touch; fingers lightly tailing the curve of that scar, aware of its rough texture and how distinct it is from the healthy skin. he moves lower- ... it's a bit deeper in the center, the flesh couldn't recover from the forced trauma, but not deep enough to incapacitate the muscles/bones. bakugou's body is anything but frail and he seems well. he is moving his arm at ease, he has returned to his duty, and all logic points to a strong recovery. despite that all, it was never easy to see it, to see someone he cares about so deeply harbor his failure. slowly, he meets bakugou's gaze again, this time it isn't burdened with guilt, they've been through that, but instead, it's ... what was it? whatever it was, it was passionate. there is something about watching that man stand before him without a single mistrust behind those gorgeous features that is captivating.
leaning down, denji brushed his lips over that scar in a soft kiss. another follows, without breaking contact off the bruised skin, tipping his chin a bit for one more. it was time he stopped treating his partner like he would break under him. they will recover from this, and for once denji believes it. in time, they will. he takes in a breath, straightening his back, lightly nuzzling into bakugou's cheek as his arms curl around that slim waist, and then— he lifts him off his feet, careful with his steps as he pulled the other boy inside the tub with him, all while enjoying a little embrace. ]
It's warm enough ... [ still a bit chilly, but it shouldn't be too agonizing. the hero is free to sit over the rim while soaking his feet in the water, as for denji, he plans to relax back into his spot. but, first- ]
I think ... you'd be more comfortable sitting on my lap, eating your dinner, with your back against my chest. Just saying! [ a simple suggestion to a very serious problem. denji likes to believe he just saved katsuki from some serious thinking, and how to work out the science behind getting cozy in such a tight space. ]
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Date: 8/4/24 21:35 (UTC)water pours and sluices down his boyfriend's naked body. on his feet, standing in the tub, as if in a scrambled flash that saw him reclined to upright in a moment. katsuki neither starts nor snarls at the response, only remains where he is outside the tub, looking up at his tall partner before him. if this is what he needs, to be smote fully in the face by the evidence of his brainwashed actions, then fine. look at it, touch it, burn for it, but don't let it destroy you. he watches denji's face, focusing on his eyes and his expression. when katsuki started u.a., he thought scars were marks of weakness, evidence of shameful failures to dodge or block or fight back properly. but his mind changed the more he experienced, as izuku broke himself using his quirk and shoto's face bore testament of his abused past. by the time katsuki got his own scars, they were no longer symbols of defeat, but rather poof of strength, that you survived, and those marks left their stories on your body that you decided what and how to learn from them as you went forward.
what does denji think when he reaches out and runs his fingers along the scar left on katsuki's body? guilt, of course, pain, yes, but will he ever see it someday and realize it wasn't done on purpose? who knows. the future will tell. denji's much stronger now than he was at the start of this life here. still damaged, still hurting, but also healing, also improving each day he lived. katsuki takes in the half-devil's body, strong and lean, healthier than before, definitions beneath smooth skin that spoke to someone moving forward in his life. it's not just pochita in his heart that gave the boy his new lease on existence. he has a dream, many dreams, beating within his chest. as katsuki meets denji's eyes again, looking upon the fading guilt as its replaced with warm affection and passion, he knows they'll be fine.
he rests his hand in denji's hair as the other man mouths across the scar, leaving that arm to hang for now as his fingers card through the damn sandy blonde locks. the kisses feel good, scar tissue not enough to kill the nerves beneath. katsuki curls his hand into a fist, just to flex his bicep under denji's lips, a bit of a show off, a bit of a promise. before letting his hand slide down the boy's head, along the slope of his neck, and come to rest on the curve of his trape once the half-devil's back to his full height. that arm around his waist feels ni-
wait a secon-] OY! [don't just haul him off his feet, dammit! he's not some mannequin for lugging around! katsuki grips onto denji's shoulder instinctively, legs tucking quickly so he doesn't bang his feet against the tub he's hoisted over. they hit the water with two splashes soon after, finding the chill nothing unpleasant due to the heat of the day. yeah, he had the idea of sitting on the rim, but now he's in the tub and denji's got him flush to his body. wet and cool compared to the warmth beneath his skin.
he scowls up at his boyfriend, face a pink mess from the sensation and feelings. excuse you, he could've figured that out pretty damn easily. the only real question had been chest to chest or back to chest, which is now answered. katsuki gently fists denji's hair at the back of his head and gives it a slight tug, tilting the taller boy's chin up so he can lean in and bite him on the throat. nothing hard, tongue lazily lapping over the already-fading mark a few seconds later, before he lets go of his hair in acceptance.] Then sit back down.
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Date: 8/5/24 16:57 (UTC)that tiny flex of muscles back then was hard to dismiss, and it never failed to amaze him how those masculine traits had such an influence on him since the start of his unpredicted attraction for the young hero. to think that someone who was obsessed with sexualizing women and had visible distrust towards men could change within a few months, and in some stupid logic— denji thought if he could ever fancy a man enough to want to have sex with him, he'd favor someone with feminine features. once again, for shallow reasons. however, bakugou is different. a toned, muscular body that is painted in battle scars, fierce in nature, confident and bold with an undeniable aura to dominate. and now, this is exactly what made him this attractive in denji's eyes, every inch of him is worth admiring; even when he's giving out a nasty scowl and the infamous stink eye. still gorgeous. still delicious. only katsuki can get away with it.
denji was expecting some protest for picking his boyfriend up that way, but it didn't happen because bakugou is smart enough to know how to really get to him, how to rile him up and earn revenge— and to have his mouth on his throat will do the trick just fine. it's not only the bite in itself, but the warmth of his breath, the wet brush of his tongue against the sensitive skin, the fact he was baring his teeth, feral and going in for such a risky bend. hell, bakugou would feel the rapid beats of denji's heart pulsing through his veins. it's a soft bite, a nibble, a tease ... and fuck, the half-devil wished it wasn't. his fingers reached to curl around his neck, and then he breathed. shit, what was wrong with him? ]
... Is the bathroom our official 'I want to fuck him' spot?
[ because ... it's certainly turning into one, isn't it? denji said it as a lighthearted, crude joke but he's also confessing here. he glanced down at the other boy's body, both hands slowly skimming down the arch of his back, then lower his hips and thighs; keeping his touch timid for now. denji then relaxed back into the water again, spreading his legs to accommodate his boyfriend. honestly, with the way he's sitting down and the other is still on his feet, it's hard not to be mindful of how naked bakugou is right now. it didn't matter how many times he'd seen him bare, it will never fail to capture denji's undivided attention.
it's a perfect time to splatter some cool water into his horribly flustered face. he had to remind himself that fucking inside the bathtub is a hygiene hazard, not sure bakugou would enjoy bathing in tainted water, unlike their shower adventures where they can rinse off their sins down the drains. plus, he kinda wants them to have a cute night of them chilling in a bubble bath, enjoying their dinner, talking about their day, and catching a breather. cute shit like that.
but, but- he's also a weak, pathetic man. ] ... you're sleeping in my room tonight, right?
[ the ice cave. ]
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Date: 8/5/24 23:18 (UTC)katsuki never thought much about his sexuality, or sex in general, as he grew up. girls always avoided him due to his temper and he was too focused on his amazing record, powerful quirk, and heroic future to think about dating, romance, or even what he found attractive in someone. that first year in u.a. really woke up a number of things inside him, including his attention to other people, namely his classmates. attraction never got out beyond his mind, noting some things here or there he liked. but it laid a fine groundwork for when denji came in. odd to think the guy who ticked him off for being kind of clingy earlier, the guy who was as focused on girls and tits as mineta, would end up being the guy katsuki started dating. he respects and likes strength, so was it that surprising to find denji attractive? from the definition of his muscles to that charming smile on his face to the glimmer of sharp white teeth katsuki came to realize he had a thing for. his naivety and innocence can drive him up the wall at times, yet both draw him in just as well. this boy has no right being so comfortable to hold between his arms at night, or feel wrapped around him when they share a bed in a tender embrace. too late for take backs now. he has no regrets.
he should've protested more. getting manhandled like some little kid pisses him off. but there's something about it when denji does it... he's NOT going to think about that! more fun to make a mess of his boyfriend's throat and feel him squirm a little with his mouth on his neck. yeah, he knows denji likes it harder, a full bite leaving marks in its wake. makes it more fun to refuse, keeping the touches gentler and ironically dominate him that way. tongue curling over his voice box, tracing where his teeth at just been, laving a wet path across throbbing veins he feels pulsing against his tongue. he'll bite him harder later. it's not like denji hasn't teased him in the past a shitload of different ways. paybacks.]
Better not be. I'm not getting some damn Pavlovian response from a bathroom. [katsuki doesn't make a habit of getting showers with denji in the personal bathroom. he'd rather not have that kind of reputation, thanks. keep it to their room(s) and other private places. denji's capable of turning him on a lot more easily now. he eases off the grip in his boyfriend's hair, sliding his hand down the side of his neck to rest on his trape. fuck, those strong hands wandering down his ribs and moving to his back before following his hips and thighs earn a low shudder from the blonde's head to tailbone. it's embarrassing, but denji knows how to touch him, already starting to harden between their hips. right when the devil hunter opts to take his seat.
katsuki follows him quickly. it's almost a relief to sink down in the cold water. cool that stupid problem off as he leans back against the half-devil's chest. che. he knew there was only a scant few seconds between deciding to sit down and denji deciding he's gonna be really damn naughty with his mouth. yeah, fucking in the bath is a bad idea. well, the start of a bath. they can fuck around at the end of it. it's all going down the drain anyways and a quick shower can take off whatever might've been leftover. he feels the little triangle of denji's ripcord pressing against his skin, the trail of it lining up with his spine. lucky for denji, katsuki can't reach it to mess with it like he sometimes does.]
Yeah. I'm bringing extra blankets too.
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Date: 8/6/24 17:57 (UTC)... pavlovian? denji silently mouths that word to himself, free to scrunch his nose and look confused as hell while doing so, only because bakugou had his back to him and couldn't see the visible struggle. what a smart-sounding phrase that was a total mystery to him, and he wonders if he should ask for its meaning, or ... attempt to figure it out on his own. the second option would cater to his shaky dignity better. relaxing in the water, denji reflects on his options. he can only assume based on their line of conversation that bakugou agrees they shouldn't make it a habit to mate within the walls of a bathroom all the time, despite the enticement of a wet naked body— the one that's grabbing denji by the throat in this very moment, squeezing on his windpipe and warming him between his thighs, they should be more civil. he contemplates that concept of chivalry in the privacy of his mind because he'd rather think about a random line of thought instead of the weight of the other's body against his dick. right, back to the chivalry, denji decided that is utter bullshit.
he could never see himself as reserved around that boy; whether it was down to simple sexual desires, his safety and well-being, along with the unwavering necessity to make sure what belongs to him stays that way. denji might not be very vocal or open about it, but is it really shocking for someone who grew up having nothing to be mindful of not losing something as precious? 'mindful' might be sugarcoating it, but denji didn't wish to come off as tyrannical. he's careful to pick his battles, when to speak up, when to step in. there is no reason for it now, never sensed the demand for it, yet the fact denji didn't seem to slow down after knowing their official status is somewhat telling too. if anything, it made him even more wary of anyone getting too bold with his partner. so, no, being civilized and chill is not a privilege denji has when it comes to this boy. whether that's a good thing or not— it's up for question.
with a casual smile, denji decided not to hide the obvious. as the other boy positioned himself between his legs, he'd allowed himself to enjoy the mild friction under the water. it's new, too soft to give a nice stroke but a perfect tease which is fitting to their theme today. moreover, those back shoulders are something else, denji watched the muscles flex and relax, moving his gaze towards the nape of bakugou's neck— down to the small details of his freshly trimmed edges. denji had no intent to deprive himself, fingers already holding into each shoulder, slowly and gently kneading on those firm muscles as he revealed. ]
If it makes you feel any better ... there is no ice sculpture of you.
[ after his brief conversations with shoto, it felt lowkey cruel to drag someone like him into his shenanigans. the boy was too innocent to get the joke, and it would feel a bit icky to corrupt him so soon. besides, it did seem like it would upset bakugou in a certain way and ultimately wasn't worth it. denji didn't know what they would walk into, since he allowed shoto to do whatever he deemed fit, but he planned to spend the night with his boyfriend in one way or another. if the base is not fit for it, why couldn't they go somewhere else? that was his plan B and still is. he begins to apply more pressure, his fingers finding the knots and tight spots with an intuitive touch; his thumbs circled those areas with deliberate pressure, each movement aimed at releasing the pent-up stress that had accumulated throughout the day.
denji almost forgot about their dinner. almost- ]
Hungry?
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Date: 8/7/24 13:48 (UTC)yeah, he's not explaining what pavlovian means. not right now. later. katsuki's well aware what kind of torments it'd put denji through to shower with him in the confines of personal bathrooms. being naked with each other in that kind of lone, intimate setting would probably always result in fucking. not that he has a problem with that (his boyfriend's sex drive is ridiculous at times). but this isn't their bathroom, and having a handful scattered around their dorm means they can't hog it. if and when each of their rooms get their own bathrooms with showers, fucking hell...
settling back against denji brings all those thoughts to the surface. each nerve is so eager to rush what it's feeling to the forefront of his mind. from the outline of his ripcord along his spine, to the swell of his pectorals and brush of his nipples against his back, to the way his thighs are spread on either side of katsuki's and gently nuzzling him as he rests in his boyfriend's lap. he's deliberately avoiding pushing too hard against denji's dick, slotted up between his tailbone and the cleft of his ass. doesn't want to make him miserable, or incite a full fuck while they still have food to eat. whether that want's going to be effective is another story.
especially if denji's going to start messing with his shoulders. fuck. it only takes a few seconds of those strong hands to push and massage the rounds of muscles for katsuki's head to fall forward, baring his nape and sinking the breadth of his upper body like the strings holding them up just got cut. he takes care of his entire body, demanding perfection from each part, but there's no denying his arms, shoulders, and upper back take the brunt of his quirk's impressive recoil. tension and requirement slither through the sinew of his powerful muscle, the back of his left shoulder displaying the exit of that puncture wound from months ago (in his world). as denji kneads the brawn, so much of that pent-up work begins to melt and untangle. he can only do so much of this on his own; having someone else massage him as denji's doing is one of the fastest ways to make katsuki collapse. he's mostly quiet through the process, but an occasional grunt or cuss grumbles out when his boyfriend works on a particularly deep knot, to say nothing of a low short groan when relief's found. probably striking the half-devil right in the dick. shut up. it feels good.]
Not yet... [he's a little distracted right now. denji's put him to sleep before during a shoulder massage. they can get to food in a little bit. katsuki's arms fall limp to his side when the blonde puts more pressure on his trape, his body curling ever so slightly between the half-devil's legs as thumbs draw circles on his deltoids. fuck, this feels really good. the comment about the lacking ice sculpture earns a low hum of acceptance, but good luck getting more out of him right now. he's going all putty in denji's hands.]
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Date: 8/8/24 17:09 (UTC)they're both a little distracted right now, but denji likes to believe he's more sober. is he, though? who knows. as his lids lower over his eyes, a sly smile paints over his lips; he then slouches over, eyeing down the back of the other's neck, tempted. instead of using his teeth as his heart desired, denji traced his fingers upward, massaging his way to the scalp with the lightest graze of his nails. he buries his fingers through those blonde locks as he applies gentle pressure, spreading them and working his way in a slow, circular motion. denji envisions what would feel good to him and offers it to his boyfriend, gentle in how he brushes along bakugou's hair throughout the massage, encouraging him to relax into it, rest and fall into silence. both of them did, and the half-devil is fine with it.
it wasn't a chore, it was something he enjoyed and it showed in the way denji took his sweet time, giving an inkling that he might be the one taking the most pleasure in this exchange. there was no rush to get it over with, nothing more than self-indulgence as his hands brushed over those shoulders again, making sure they didn't require further attention. he then attends to those firm biceps; uncovering further knots of tension and coaxing them to release. he wanted his boyfriend to lean on him now and rest against his chest as he slowly slipped his hands under the water, blindly seeking bakugou's before curling their fingers together. he closed his eyes, tilting his head against the other. the smile is visible in the tone of his voice. ]
I'll give you a full back massage in the bedroom ...
[ he'd do it now if he could. it's not an option given the size of the tub and he'd imagine bakugou isn't in the mood to be shifting around and ruining the chill vibe. the warmth between his legs can be ignored, and while denji can't control hiding it, he's not acting on it either. he's not that selfish; his partner could use a break and he'd allow him. ]
Feel free to compliment my hidden skills, though. My magical hands ...
[ stroke his ego a bit. ]
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Date: 8/9/24 04:19 (UTC)then again... it's hard not to take note of his toned chest rising and falling with each breath, a mouth full of sharp teeth in that eternal grin, and the lazy daze of satisfaction crossing his face when denji retracts everything. even caught a moment of his tongue sliding from the corner of his mouth to lap at his own blood drops dribbling down the contours of his face. macabre attraction. katsuki thinks it's weird, but he's adjusting.
water shifts, lapping at his sides and breached knees when denji leans forward. a low exhale ghosts across his tongue and teeth, nerves perking up as the motion rubs his man's penis between his cheeks and nuzzles the tip along his tailbone. what the hell's he doing back there? leaning over him like that, as if ready to press chest to back and embrace him like he's done so many times in the comfort of their shared bed. fingers take over instead, ten firm tips prodding up his trapes and onto the surface of his nape before vanishing into the spiky scruff of his hairline. grazing at the base of his brain stem and massaging upward towards his crown. buried in his hair before curling and pressing, then spreading and smoothing, coaxing his temples and caressing his scalp. fuck... now he wishes they weren't in the bathtub. katsuki could fall asleep to this kind of thing. and he doesn't want to do that while surrounded by a bunch of water. somewhere in the back of his mind, he's taking note of denji's touches, to return them later at another time.
relax? yeah, he relaxes. head dropping forward, shoulders sagging, arms limp at his sides. leaning back against denji fucks up his access, so this is fine. so many points of contact. from the hands in his hair to the occasional brush of elbows on his back or sides to the way denji's legs rub against the outside of his own as they fit together in the tub. katsuki closes his eyes completely, muscles softening in his upper arms, biceps sinking and triceps elongating in ease. his shoulders are fine. they feel all hot and melted, floppy and relaxed, like moving again is impossible. it doesn't take much coaxing to encourage katsuki backwards, finally sinking his back against denji's strong chest once more. this time, his head falls onto his boyfriend's shoulder, turned enough his breath caresses the half-devil's cheek. lingering here, naked with him in the water, feeling his hands loving his body like this, is a heaven that's rare despite being completely optional every damn day. katsuki spreads his fingers slightly, waits for his boyfriend's to slide between them, then curls his hands into light fists and holds onto him in a tender rest. a smile heard on denji's voice.]
You'll put me to sleep if you do that, bastard. [there's no anger, snark, or growl. only a pure relaxed murmur to warn denji what he's playing with here. he could sleep right here if denji let him. somehow, feeling his boyfriend's erection rubbing against the small of his back, balls swelling and softening in slow rhythm, makes the sensation more intimate than lewd. katsuki doesn't want denji to hide it. eyes closed, shoulders, head, and arms an eased mess.] Yeah, yeah... You're stupid good with your hands. Damn you... making me feel this good... Do it more often... Denji.
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Date: 8/9/24 19:08 (UTC)the sound of the water lapping gently against the sides is enough to soothe any troubling thoughts. they lingered there, savoring the closeness, the gentle intimacy, and the simple luxury of being wrapped in each other's presence; within the confines of the small bathtub, time seemed to stand still during their shared serenity and warmth. with his eyes barely open, lids heavy and low over his gaze, he side glanced at his boyfriend as their cheeks pressed in the most endearing nuzzle. he never thought it was physically possible to have a frenetic heartbeat while falling into a sedating trance. the delicate rise and fall of their breaths, synchronized in a perfect rhythm of peace. he can hear it in bakugou's tone, his exhaustion, and the growing desire to give in to it. hey, denji can't say he's not sharing the sentiment after a long shift. with that in mind, he muttered under his breath. ]
It's okay. I'm here. I'll take care of you.
[ that's not a warning, but a compliment; if he's making his partner feel this good, how could he take it in any other way? bakugou is welcome to rest. denji knows how to handle it, and if the hero does end up slipping into a deep slumber, he will eventually wake up in the comfort of a warm bed in one way to another. with a quiet grace, denji frees one hand, guiding it out of the water before it relaxed over bakugou's head. he then skimmed his wet fingers through the strands with practiced ease, creating a calming, affectionate solace that harmonized perfectly with the growing stillness between the bathroom's walls. it's not lewd, he inwardly agrees, but no one should ask him to explain why it isn't when he's aware that his boner is all up the other's lower back. it was a comedic battle between his dick and heart, and one overpowered the other. did it leave denji a bit bothered? not really. he's fine. he's kinda used to dealing with urges all the time and it's not the end of the world. ]
Rest. I'll clean up a bit ...
[ he gives katsuki's cheek a little kiss, and without moving from his spot, denji grabs into the soap. with ease, he rubbed the bar between his hands, lathering them up before he started spreading the foam over his stretched-out arms, all the while allowing his boyfriend to lean against him. ah, he could get used to this ... ]
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Date: 8/10/24 16:04 (UTC)they may not have forever here, but what they do have, katsuki wants to spend it with denji. moments like these, stolen away from their purpose here to instead indulge in them. only them. bodies together, hearts beating in quiet sync, warmth shared between them as they connect in so many ways and places. he never thought much of having a relationship when he arrived at u.a., never intended to make friends when he came to neo tokyo... and now he's got a boyfriend who he cares about a lot. resting here with him, wrapped in denji's attention and affection is just as pleasant as feeling the other boy sink into katsuki's embrace in the bedroom. skin nuzzles to skin, their cheeks brushing together as the other blonde looks at him. perhaps this was denji's fault, risking the closeness after he came back from a long, hard day at work in a very hot sun. maybe katsuki shouldn't have gotten into the bath with him. or maybe he should know better than to give his boyfriend tender moments because denji gets to get real sappy. but there's no urge to fight it now. lulled by the rise and fall of his chest, cradled in his lap with legs and arms settling in gentle holds of his own. those quiet words ghost across his cheek and corner of his mouth, tangible as well as audible/]
Hn. That was... supposed to be my job. [murmured with faux resistance. hadn't katsuki offered to draw a bath for denji, provide water and cooling, permitted dinner in the tub, have a rest ready for him when he returned, all elements of taking care of his boyfriend's comforts and needs? why is it that he's the one getting pampered right now? bah... sneak. sleeping is tempting, but unless denji's going to nod off himself, katsuki's wavering between stubborn and surrender. their fingers untangle on one side, breaking the spell as dripping digits come to rest atop his head and comb through his hair. tch, now he's actively trying to zone him out. good thing katsuki's content with both denji's dick and heart.
seven minutes. he's out for around seven minutes. sleeping against denji's cheek, body resting in the embrace of his lover's. until his eyes finally open thanks to the lazy caresses, half-bared crimson focusing on foot of the tub. little more than a catnap, but it's enough to recharge his proverbial batteries. somewhere he remembers the urge to rest, a brush of lips against his cheek, and a bar of soap going squish squish between denji's hands. hn? did he soap up while they sat there? fingers graze over denji's knee, indicating katsuki's awake again, and he lifts his head, skin a slight tacky from being wet then drying off above the water's surface.] Baka... you're too damn comfortable.
[it's a compliment.]
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Date: 8/11/24 18:20 (UTC)the little sleepy murmur made him scoff a bit. it's not a job exclusive to one of them and it will never be a one-sided exchange. bakugou is exhausted; he's been working too hard, barely allowing himself to recover after the vegas trip before jumping into work, pushing himself, and taking in extra duties— denji is not surprised that his partner is reaching a point where it is all catching up to him, and maybe he can slow down a bit, especially during the heatwave. denji was tempted to join him, equally drained and far too comfortable. the reminder of how badly he needed to rinse himself clear is the motivation he needs to keep himself vigilant. during those seven minutes, denji proceeded to bathe, focusing on his upper body and back shoulders, careful with every movement; unwilling to give bakugou any reason to pull away from him. it was a bit tricky, but not difficult. when denji isn't moving around and the water grows still, he can hear the faintest sound of bakugou's deep breaths and it never fails to make him smile.
he's almost done when the other boy stirred in his sleep, rinsing the last few traces of soap between his fingers, slowing down a bit as the warm body pulled away from their shared embrace. he then relaxed his shoulders, admitting to himself that he was a tad disappointed it was over. tch. bakugou had such an enticing sleeping face, too. one of the few rare sights where denji struggled to identify whether the hero was considered handsome or pretty because he could pull off both depending on the mood. a golden boy, indeed. ]
Good. Now I know how to get you in my bed faster.
[ he sits up a bit, reaching out to curl his fingers under bakugou's chin, lifting it for a closer look. he smiled at those heavy lids, the slow flutter of blonde lashes, the mild squinting as his vision adjusted to the bathroom's lighting, still fighting off the weariness. like a freak, denji wanted to see all those tiny changes in HD, taking in every inch of those gorgeous features. he then leans in and starts kissing along the curve of bakugou's neck, his voice is a bit muffled but clear. ] ... since you're up, let's go to the bedroom. We'll have our dinner there.
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Date: 8/12/24 03:02 (UTC)katsuki's certainly not as bad about pushing himself as izuku; he focuses on his health and his rest, but there are times he'll get caught up in his job and work himself to the point of breaking. this time around, it's for a harder reason. if he's so exhausted at night, he can barely keep his eyes open, he won't have the brain to dream. no nightmares to wake him. they're fading, coming more and more rarely, as he begins to ease off the gas in his life. denji needs his attention to. he knows his boyfriend still feels horrible about what happened in vegas, and deals with his own personal demons. katsuki wants to be strong enough to give him the aid and comfort he needs to combat those monsters in the realm the blonde can't reach.
at the very least, denji's already submerged himself up to his chin in the water; he's rinsed off well enough. but when katsuki wakes from his light snooze, the acrid bite of sweat is replaced with the mellow scent of clean and soap. a pleasant rouse as he comes back into waking, still resting against his boyfriend. who apparently managed to get himself all cleaned up without dislodging the young hero from his nap. that's pretty damn impressive. katsuki's not a light sleeper unless he's set his internal clock to be so. all good things had to come to an end, and he wasn't intending to sleep the night away in the bath. even if it was pretty damn comfortable. maybe they can do that some night. denji's irritatingly comfortable to sleep against. perhaps it's due to all those nights of cuddling with pochita. he just... knows how to make someone feel wanted, contented, safe, and comfortable in his arms. another reason katsuki wants denji to feel the same in his.]
I don't have a problem getting in your bed. You just make it hard to sleep sometimes.
[cause they end up fucking. katsuki glances up, red eyes half-hooded under his lashes, as denji hooks his fingers beneath his chin to encourage his face up. blinking once or twice, jaw tightening to stifle a yawn that wants to drag his mouth open. waking up stopped being fun after he turned thirteen. he does it out of duty now. he focuses quietly on denji's face, taking in the way his tawny eyes search his own visage, the gentle curve of his lips from a barely hidden smile, cheeks smooth with a tiny tinge of pink, damp bangs still raked back from his forehead, every part of him coming together in a handsome package katsuki gets to call "mine" any time he wants. corded muscles draw tight as he tilts his head ever so slight, giving denji space to make out with his neck. horny bastard...]
Yeah, yeah. Lemme wash off first. Didn't get in just to soak.
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Date: 8/12/24 17:57 (UTC)[ cause they end up fucking. it's the right type of workout to knock someone out cold for the rest of the night, and they will end up enjoying that post-climax deep slumber that will promise them to wake up feeling refreshed and ready to face the day. they could argue about it, and denji was willing until he noticed katsuki's little attempt to suppress a yawn that left his eyes a bit hazy afterward— and it was the most adorable visual he could ever get out of the hero. the expression that dragged out of denji is fated to ruin any attempt at sexual inducement; it was utter smitten kitten bullshit and he did not care if bakugou hates it. whatever argument he wanted to initiate has vaporized from the back of his mind, turned to dust, and is replaced by the untamed aggression to dote on the other boy. he'd kiss, nuzzle, and smother his lips all over that inviting flesh, fingers wrapping around the nape as went in for the throat afterward. this area had a very different treatment, and while denji isn't trying to start something here (honestly), it was nearly impossible not to feel a certain way when he had katsuki exposed. still, nothing more than open-mouth kisses and a muffled pleased grunt. see? this bitch didn't know how to tease. he didn't know how to leave someone itching for more— he went all for it, out of pure greed. he couldn't be that tolerant ever. ]
You're clean. Super clean and tasty. I smell nothing bad.
[ is he complaining? sorta, but there is a lighthearted vibe behind it that wouldn't come off as him being frustrated. he's not in that stage, getting there- but, still subdued. denji is quiet for a second, thinking, he then decides if they will stay in the tub for an extra few minutes, there have to be some changes. with that, he hunched forward, getting in his space and nudging katsuki cheek by cheek to get his attention. ] ... Turn around. [ -is the only warning he's willing to offer before denji begins shifting a bit, hands finding his boyfriend's hips under the water and coaxing him to sit up. manhandling him this time will not work, not in the confinement of the tight cocoon of a tub. he'd urge bakugou to comply, careful not to stir the water too much and overflow the edges. not gonna lie, this process of moving around is— fucking delicious for obvious reasons. the friction, the anticipation of having such strong thighs straddle him, hands on his shoulders and all. it's what denji is aiming for, at least.
at some point, he dragged his hands away, allowing his boyfriend to settle over his lap on his own. he waits, silently, with a lazy smile; he then relaxed back and proceeded to stretch his arms on either side of the rim; subtly grinding their hips together and obviously enjoying himself, if the way his eyelids drooped and cheeks warmed up was any indication. he does reassures the other boy with a playful nod that he will not sabotage his cleansing ritual. promise.
but, if denji had to wait for him to finish- ] Do it slow. Give me a nice show.
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Date: 8/13/24 05:02 (UTC)instead he's getting that doe-eyed fawning that makes his guts get all twisted. ugh, it's so damn annoying, but no amount of hand in denji's face to push it away has ever toned that look down. at least he's down there making out with his neck soon enough so katsuki can ignore it. ends up tilting his head back against his boyfriend's hand, neck and hairline nuzzling into a strong palm and fingers. lips find a sensitive area and a single soft exhale slips past his mouth, eyes lidding halfway again. trust and intimacy twist in one whenever he bares his neck to denji's mouth, offering vulnerable veins and skin to sharp teeth and strong impulses. those are usually good at heating him up, sending attention and feelings straight down to funnel into his pelvic v. he's trying to resist it, but he's only human. with an attractive boyfriend turning his neck into a love-bitten mottle.]
What the hell... Did you wash me off while I was sleeping?
[there's no complaint in his voice, only a soft puff from having his head tilted back like this. denji got himself all cleaned up, smelling of soap and water rather than sweat. water that's no longer a cold mess, but not tepid and lukewarm from their combined bodies within it. katsuki's no longer resting against him, yet remains caught within the cage of his legs, hips still nudged back against his boyfriend's lap. does he really think denji's going to be fine letting it go at that? cheek to cheek, nuzzling him in the way that's mutually tender and impish. turn around, he says. thought so.]
Don't order me around.
[yeah right. denji can do so, and get away with little more than the expected growl. hands work at his hips and katsuki draws his legs back, knees breaching the surface. stretching out and turning over like a fish in the water is a dumb idea. instead, he reaches back to catch a strong shoulder in hand, then tucks one leg further back, heel beneath his thigh and toes braced against the tub floor, before pushing himself up in the water. it sluices off his half-exposed nudity, pouring into the tub as he twists around on both legs now, ending up crouched in front of denji between his legs for a second. wet hands slap atop the tub walls and he growls at his boyfriend to move his legs. one at a time, stepping over a strong thigh, to ultimately trap the half-devil's legs between his own. that gives him enough freedom to straddle denji's lap and sink onto his knees, calves and feet flanking his partner's hips, thighs, and knees. left perched atop him, ass tucked against the tops of his upper legs, dicks barely touching as he claps both hands atop denji's shoulders.
it's what he wanted, wasn't it. arms spread and katsuki follows them, sliding his hands from the rounds of the half-devil's shoulders down the bulge of his biceps, and onto the flexible joint of his elbow. feeling, caressing, touching when he doesn't have to. it's not for support, simply for enjoyment as their hips slowly rub together underwater. the tempting brush isn't a hard stimulation, which makes it fucking maddening to keep up. denji's a teasing brat.]
What'd I just say?
[taking the comment as an answer to his previous question, katsuki snags the bar of soap from the shelf and gets to it, taking his time with it, but not being a complete horndog about it. passing the suds across his shoulders and neck, down his chest, and further to the surface of the water before sliding back up. denji will have to deal with those hands letting go of his arms so katsuki can get to them, though the way his fingers cross over his biceps and triceps, under his arms, and down the length of his forearms, he's deliberately taking more time than needed, and offering more moments to admire and look.]
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Date: 8/13/24 18:52 (UTC)yes, it's the trust. the trust to be around each other even when his chainsaws scarred his flesh. the sheer vulnerability that somehow made bakugou irresistible for many reasons. he'd want that gorgeous neck of his to bruise in all shades, for his skin to ache afterward, burning hot as the sharp sting of that rich blood tickled his tastebuds. a slow blink, then denji remembered where he was, glancing upward and admiring the new view. bakugou is now facing him, a few inches higher, having those intense eyes stare him down for a change is — exciting. it's different. fuck, it's warming him up fast. ]
Naaah, you just smell good at all times.
[ it wasn't a cheap compliment, it's denji's truth. bakugou will have to do a whole lot to turn him off at this point. the tiny jabs that followed were endearing. he would mutter a sincere 'my bad' post each unintended demand, not that denji was spitting them on purpose aside from humoring his instincts. no, he didn't take them as hostile, they knew each other's habits after spending all those months together. now, for the real challenge— and that's keeping his hands where they both can see them, especially when his boyfriend went in for a touch, one that brought their bodies even closer, and denji's breath got stuck in his damn throat when he realized the other boy is an inch away from feeling his hard dick. it didn't happen and bakugou continues to be the biggest fucking tease whether that was intentional or not. right, his hands - they're not allowed to slip under the water because he didn't trust himself not to start something. he's rather determined to prove he is capable of sharing a bath/shower with that boy without it turning into something else. he didn't want to familiarize his brain to trigger a boner whenever he's under the water. after all, they do share the showers with the other outsiders at times. this was a recipe for awkward encounters that denji did not require in his life. with a warm chuckle, his shoulders visibly tense and his face is flustered beyond help. at least he is honest to admit it. ]
Fuck, this is backfiring on me already ...
[ the show, that is. after admiring bakugou's face and his good looks, it's only fair to give that body the attention it deserves. those firm, toned muscles, the sinful curves of his waist, his chest, the mildly visible veins on the back of his hand and forearm, his chest— his fucking chest. the building heat in his loins made denji's cock stiffen more and more until the discomfort is borderline impossible to dismiss. he made a conscious effort to keep himself from simultaneously edging bakugou forward to press down against him. fuck, the thought alone made his toes curl. ]
It all started from the picture you sent me this morning ...
[ is he blaming katsuki for his frailty? he sure is. ]
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