[ 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. ]
[katsuki rolls his eyes. melodramatic, denji. but says nothing, preferring to focus on resting and washing. apart from that little recharge to his system, his stomach is starting to growl at him. silently. for now. denji's not the worst nighttime roommate. he has to put up with katsuki's dutiful nature, whether he's studying for a class, reviewing a case for work, or reading/listening to music for leisure time. quiet is important, with a distinct lack of chatterbox. yet he isn't going to ignore his boyfriend either. denji's able to encourage him to interaction plenty of times, whether it's watching a movie or playing a game or fucking on the bed (or floor or desk or wherever) or other activities that satisfy the half-devil's need for attention. give and take, back and forth, learning how to compromise in a relationship that requires both boys to acknowledge each other's wants. katsuki likes reviewing case files with denji, hearing his ideas even if some of them might be deliberately teasing to tick him off. at some point he's going to try and get his boyfriend into academics. denji had been going to a high school before he got pulled in here, right?
katsuki's always liked it when people looked up to him. at him is always a crap shoot depending on his mood. it's different when denji looks at him, whether the curious glance if katsuki calls his attention or the smitten gaze he's so fond of drifting into during softer moments. some of those looks embarrass him, some of them turn him on, some irritate him, but none make him want to leave. he can look at this guy and find himself thinking all over that handsome face, pointing out the curve of his cheekbone, pointed teeth he's felt beneath his tongue, bangs he's pushed back as he buried his fingers in his scruffy hair, lips curved into a happy smile that's katsuki's favorite expression on denji's face.]
Bullshit, flatterer. [some dumbasses like to think he smells of caramel due to his quirk. burnt sugar is not caramel, and most of the time he returns from missions and battles rank with smoke, sweat, and whatever else he got into. but once he's back, it's straight into the shower. because he'd much rather smell good. feel good. look good. put on display right now as he washes himself off while kneeling over his boyfriend's lap. don't expect some arching rolls like an exotic god preening for his partner's praise. katsuki's actions are as focused and casual as many of his others. takes a foreplay mood to get that kind of crap. yet it's impossible to deny the way he tends to his body in deliberate show.
suds gliding over the round of his shoulders, reaching over backwards to scrub at his shoulder blades, twisting an arm up behind him to tend his spine, ducking his head for access to his nape and tilting it sideways to get under his jaw, torso flexing when he drags his hands over his chest (okay, so that part might be deliberately taunting since he knows his boyfriend is a chest man) and rubs the soap up and down the washboard sculpture of his stomach. if their dicks occasionally brush together during the process, that wasn't intentional, right? it's kind of cute denji's hard up just from watching him clean. someone else? pervert. boyfriend? gets a pass. usually. luckily katsuki's showered with the other guys in his middle school and u.a. class, so it's easy to avoid getting hard simply from a naked teenager nearby. including denji. unless the brat starts deliberately trying to mess with him...]
You can get out if you want. [says the guy sitting atop him, making no indication of getting up to let denji out. dragging the soap across his sternum, katsuki cocks his head slightly at his boyfriend's comment. wait, the picture he sent him? oh right, that one. he scoffs at its return to blame.] Don't blame that, baka. You asked for it.
[which he gave in more erotic terms than he needed to, but... he knows his boyfriend.]
[ flatterer, sure, but not this time. it had nothing to do with bakugou's quirk or the scent of nitroglycerin- this boy knew how to keep himself clean and presentable. simple as that. some people are conscious about proper appearance, and while the hero had a slight dislike of dressing too formally, including their work uniform, his partner had attention to detail when it comes to hygiene. so, no, denji never had the pleasure of catching him smelling like a pair of sweaty gym socks since the day they met. and certainly after being more personal with one another, it is unlikely to happen. however, during missions? bakugou didn't smell like an expensive shower gel, sure, but denji is unsure what it is about him that boosted his appeal to an alarming range; a shot from 0 to 100 in a heartbeat. the smell of burned flesh, fresh oozing blood, and sweat should repulse anyone— bakugou would be eager to get himself under the showers at the earliest, yet denji finds himself a bit ashamed to favor that visual over the rinsed-out version. this might be the only kink denji is somewhat a bit embarrassed about. the good thing is: bakugou didn't need to get close and personal with the enemy thanks to his quirk. it is unlikely for him to get covered in guts and flesh. a blessing.
it was weak and pathetic, but after that little taunt and breast-play, denji had to throw his head back and squeeze his eyes shut. he bares his teeth, cursing under his breath and accepting defeat. the miserable groan was equally genuine and playful— still preserving a lighthearted mood but he knew he couldn't keep at it if his plan of 'no fucking in the bathroom' will be a success. ]
I should get out ...
[ but, he will not. he is awfully reminded of the heatwave all of a sudden, his body is fighting three different types of heat; the weather, the shared warmth of each other, and his primal urges. this is not fun, yet it's also fun. he huffs out a heavy exhale, unbothered to relax his tensed muscles— instead, his fingers started toying with the cord idly and blindly; trapping it between his middle and index finger, tracing over its length before curling it around his knuckle; slow and deliberate. a change of topic might help him survive and prove to his boyfriend he's not that helpless, earn some dignity out of it. he didn't want to talk about someone else, he didn't want to think of someone else when he's like - this! and if he keeps thinking about bakugou that's even another invitation for failure.
oddly so, despite all the comical struggles in his head, denji never lost his easy, lazy smile. eventually, he breaks the silence. ]
Let's go on a holiday, Katsuki. Just the two of us. One day ...
[ even denji knew it was a foolish dream. they had no control over their schedule, a kaiju attack is unpredictable and he doubts LILITH would ever allow any of her soldiers to be out of reach, they are fated to get interrupted, money could be lost and everything will be cut short— it was so unachievable, but did that stop this half-devil from asking? from dreaming? maybe some of him wished for bakugou to indulge him, humor him a bit. ]
Even if we can't leave this city, I'm sure it's big enough to have some hidden gems, right? A road trip to somewhere new.
[he really shouldn't tease his boyfriend like this. katsuki knows well and dirty what gets denji going. messing with him via flirts to letting him play with his pectorals (or throwing the guy for a loop and playing with his) to hauling him in for a hard kiss out of nowhere, all a variety of ways to getting his man a stunned mess. he watches with a tiny quirk at the corner of his mouth in amusement as denji tosses his head away in resignation, even clenches his eyes like that'll do something to block out katsuki's naked body still straddling his damn lap. guess he'll stop. there's paybacks for something here, but he's not going to search for it. this was denji's limit as it is. more and they'd really make a mess.]
You're not gonna until I'm done.
[luckily katsuki's feeling merciful after that flicker of sleep, so he eases off the "accidental" taunting while he continues washing off. nothing more than rubbing his hands over his body in a quick, blase manner that doesn't bother accenting or lingering on anything. hips no longer rubbing at denji's thighs, cocks separated like two kids forced into separation for a while. he throws one arm up and over his head, the other swinging around and up his back to get his hands on his shoulder blades and spine. of course he's flexible enough to reach! the way he's sitting makes any kind of soaping up his lower half nigh-impossible, underwater and all. but he drops his hands to work over his thighs and stomach regardless, denji's submerged body probably feeling the occasional brush of currents as katsuki rubs himself down. the soap will get in the water eventually. he wasn't the one getting in here covered in sweat.
all the while glancing to his boyfriend, noting that easy expression as he relaxes in silence. hmph, distracted. until denji breaks the silence with one of the most random things he's heard here.]
You mean a vacation? They already celebrate holidays here.
[usually the japanese ones, this is japan after all, though some western ones have broken in among the traditional festivals and holidays. a vacation with just the two of them... he gets this isn't denji asking to go on a date overnight at a hotel. but can they really abandon their work as outsiders for an entire however long the half-devil's planning? katsuki isn't sure how he feels about that. on the one hand, the angry side of him is willing to stick it to lilith. they're not fucking prisoners! on the other, the responsible hero side refuses to abandon the other outsiders in case something happened during their vacation.]
We could go to the Okinawa beach for a weekend.
[it might not be a proper "vacation" since the outsiders already went there, but it's an option. plus the teleporter is right there, making it easy to return if an emergency happens. denji mentions not leaving the city and katsuki frowns in thought. true, they haven't been everywhere, but you don't take a road trip if you stay in the damn city...]
Unless you wanna get pampered at a fancy hotel or spa.
[ bless katsuki for showing mercy, despite denji enjoying every second of this pleasing torment. even without looking, the mild movement and the sound of the water rippling through the surface can paint a visual in his mind of what the other is doing, and let's say— the imagery might be more explicit than the reality. there will be days when it reaches a point where he might be a bit more demanding, but he acknowledges their time together now felt like a recovery period after intense events. at bakugou's order of not moving until he's done with his beauty bath, denji's free hand offered him a compliant thumbs up, eyes still closed and smirking. 'yes, sir'. heard loud and clear. that sexy bastard ... ]
Ah, I think you misunderstood what I'm trying to say. Then again, I can't blame you ... I'm asking for something we could never have here. [ he lifts his head a bit, catching bakugou's gaze; still fiddling with the cord as he elaborates further. ] I'm talking about an actual trip that involves some traveling. Couples do this all the time, right? It's what I was fantasizing about.
[ 'fantasizing' - yeah, he knew they didn't have a lot of options here, but it doesn't hurt to talk about it. right? nothing more than mild heartache for missing out on the mundane perks of what normal couples do, then again- denji is anything but ungrateful. it wasn't something pressing and haunting him; it was just a random reflection he wanted to share with his partner. the endless yearning to add every experience into his memory, abuse the time they have with each other, or ... it was a simple expression on how important bakugou is to him. a reminder that moving forward all his 'firsts' will belong to him only. a sentiment, heartful thoughts, and adoration for that boy— yet fully masked behind a stare that reflects nothing but shallow cravings. he wouldn't blame bakugou if he thought he was spitting bullshit to charm him into getting in the mood for later. with a warm chuckle, he shakes his head at the idea of hitting the beach in this godawful heatwave. maybe when the weather improves and the sun won't bite away at their flesh. it would be a nice way to spend a day off, far away from their teammates and the vibrant city. ]
I want to explore new places with you. I finally have enough money to afford something like that, but I guess there is nowhere for us to go. Which sucks, huh?
[ water sloshed against the sides of the tub as he moved to sit up; his callous hands smoothed around bakugou's waist, gliding warmly down his abdomen, drifting over his lover's hips and thighs, touching everywhere but his prick with slow, thorough attention. he tilted his own face, the point of his tongue slowly teasing along the swell of bakugou's lower lip, gently prising his mouth open to kiss him deeply, suckling the taste of his tongue before tipping his head up with a satisfied sigh. he contemplates that last proposal, humming and then frowning a bit. ]
I'm not sure about the spa. It's all about the full-body massage services, right? I don't want anyone else touching you.
[ especially after finding out how bakugou reacts to it. denji would lose many nights of sleep if someone else made his boyfriend moan that way. so, nope. not happening. as for the hotel idea, he smirks a bit. ]
A night in the fanciest hotel in the city? That's more fun. Worth the money.
[he doesn't want to know what's swimming through denji's pink head. there's enough imagination in there to leave katsuki's face a flushed mess were he to ever look. easier to focus on the motions of his own hands cleaning his body and deliberately avoiding the little temptations flying around his mind for him to "accidentally" touch something sensitive so close to his own flesh. teasing denji isn't an unknown, though katsuki's not a frequent practitioner of it. the guy's not hard to tease, he gets embarrassed and flustered well enough, but damn if the attention doesn't send him into a puppyish rush to capitalize on that attention. or makes him flat out horny... something katsuki figures they're both trying to resist getting into here. the bath's not the best place to go fucking around in. public bath at least.]
Then why the fuck are you asking for it?
[don't put out some request you know they can't pull off! because katsuki's not someone to give up on something, and would try to make denji's desire a reality if possible. he continues his rinsing, hands working over his thighs and lower legs as he lifts himself up a bit to expose his calves and ankles for a grip and rub. he frowns as denji tries to make himself clearer. that's... not changing the opinion at all.]
Why the hell is that impossible? I've got a car. It's not illegal for us to leave for a few days.
[no one's ever done it to his knowledge though. if denji's more open to traveling to another nearby japanese city rather than trying to take a flight to, fuck, france, then it's a lot more plausible. katsuki has a feeling the half-devil's looking more towards the latter, but a trip's a trip, right? they already went to vegas. there are months where kaiju's don't attack, where they do have things to contend with, like weather and disasters, but nothing that explicitly ties them here to the city. so long as they're not traveling... which is seeming to be a more frequent case. either way, it's because katsuki knows this is important to denji that he directly combats the "impossible" nature of his boyfriend's request. they don't have forever here, they should make use of the time they have, and taking two or three days to travel a quick trip isn't improbable. it irritates him denji already dismissed the idea even before he fucking said it, only further igniting the combative blonde's intention to prove the other boy's opinion wrong.]
There's a lot of places we can go, idiot. You just have to pick one and compromise on the travel.
[there aren't any more commercial flights to take, there are plenty of cities that lie in abandoned ruins, travel on the roads would take time, but regardless, even ten hours in a car can put them at a very far-reaching location. denji's pessimistic cheer is giving katsuki some annoying whiplash, eliciting a glare from the hero as his boyfriend starts to sit up in the water. hands slide across his waist, thumbs following the arch of his pelvis and the lines of his thighs as he settles down on the other boy's lap again. it's so tempting to be petulant and bite that tongue... so he does. chomp! not enough to bleed him, but definitely enough to grab and hold the slick muscle for a few seconds. grrr! he doesn't let denji go until he's good and ready. then accepts the kiss, eyes closing as the deep connection melds them together once more. he shoves his tongue inside, tangles it with denji's, and pushes forward as the kiss dips more intimate before his boyfriend finally opts to break it amid a spindle of saliva between them.]
Not that kind of spa package. [sheesh, did he really think katsuki was suggesting they get massages from other people in separate rooms where nothing but little towels? dumbass. at least he seems more receptive to the hotel idea? they'd have to find a hotel to hit up at least.] What sounds better to you, a three days road trip or a weekend at a fancy hotel?
the sheer annoyance over denji's indecisive request, the fire he spits afterward, and how the hero took it more of a goal to conquer over a heartfelt, chill exchange of mild fantasies on a cozy summer night; an act of adoration and affection. instead, he watches as the competitive kacchan fails to see the intimacy and lists down how to get it done while roasting denji for 'giving up' on it. it's— you know, denji can't help but grin and take in the jabs coming in from each corner, all while bakugou is genuinely doing the math and sorting out an entire trip in his head, and cleaning himself at the same time. it was a sight to witness. the multitasking and duality of his boyfriend who can scorch him while accommodating his endless desires at the same time. this is why he likes this boy. everything about him is simply sincere. after all the manipulation, grooming, lies, and betrayals— getting snapped at this way is the type of healing his heart craves. ]
Hey! I was being sweet!! I was saying I wanted to take you somewhere nice, just the two of us. You're soooooo unromantic!
[ he barks back while laughing. jeez, the lack of romance in that guy's veins is almost insane. didn't bakugou have a normal upbringing? love and adored by his parents, and treated like a golden child with his amazing quirk? right. he knew, in some sense, his boyfriend struggled with something - especially towards a certain old friend of his, but they never really got into the deep roots of it all. despite his conflict with deku (which is something denji hopes they can talk about one day), the utter oblivion to courtship gestures mix with a mild disdain for them is both fucking hilarious and endearing at the same time. will it kill him to kiss denji in public? will that cause his guts to combust due to such blasphemous acts? a true maiden ♥ ]
I can guarantee a lot of people had a crush on you but you probably didn't notice.
[ is denji complaining? hell nah. he's happy nobody snatched the hero before he cornered him into a rollercoaster of sexual identity discovery that blossomed into genuine affection. his laugh was now a low, dusky sigh against bakugou's damp lips— and then came in the bite. if it was anyone else, denji would've pulled away from this; a subconscious reflex triggered by a terrible memory of the last time someone pulled this move on him, but it's bakugou. the trust between them didn't allow denji to even entertain such doubts. he then drew in a quiet, deeper breath, and closed his eyes, let a hand slip beneath the foam-topped surface of the water around them; he felt his way rather than saw, the pressure of the water tampered with his senses, which encouraged the thought that he could get away with tracing his fingertips along the insides of bakugou's thigh, and they nuzzled along the line of his lover's cock and over the softness of its head, and its slit; reverently teasing while he had the courage for it. the bite was timid, barely painful, and left no taste of the bitter blood behind - nghh, fucking tease. he licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, and exhaled the breath he'd been holding almost noiselessly; the flush crawling up his throat and into his ears.
oh, bakugou is asking him a question, which didn't take much brain power to answer. ] Both. Not at the same time of course. I guess we can try the weekend in a fancy hotel first and do the road trip a month later. We can check out the spa since there are other services they offer. [ ... is there any other way to enjoy a spa without getting into tiny towels and having a stranger give you the best massage ever? ]
[did denji really think he was going to be able to express a desire to someone who likes him and has put in a lot of work to make him happy, and not have said person, with his melodramatic and explosive competitive streak, take it as a goal to achieve for his boyfriend? ironically, katsuki would've let it fly with a grunt and acceptance if denji hadn't added that self-depreciating flip at the end of it, immediately striking the blonde's irritation. and it's not just the half-devil this is for; katsuki's eternal undercurrent of pissed at "being on call" all the time rises up with an indignant demand as to why they can't go on a vacation! none of them asked to be here, kaiju aren't always attacking every day, and fuck it, they can take some time out for themselves if they damn well want! especially those who developed relationships. if denji wanted a heartfelt, chill exchange of fantasies, he should've kept it more in the fantasy realm than listing out something very much doable. HEY!! he didn't miss the intimacy: a spark flicked on the kindling before a huge boom runs his mouth into action. the things you do for someone you care for this much... sheesh.
who knows if this result will teach denji to think before he speaks, or is simply rewarding the young man for speaking from his heart rather than a logical brain swirl. it's kind of cute, really. even if being called "unromantic" leaves him bristling. one, he doesn't want to be called romantic. but two, he doesn't like being "un-" anything either.]
And I'm saying you can do that, dammit!
[be sweet all you want, ripcord pecs! yes, katsuki had a wonderful childhood, free from any trauma and not wanting for much of anything in life. unfortunately, it meant he grew up to be a massive dick. and that included going "ewugh" towards romantic things. mushy shit always bothered him as being gross, unnecessary, distracting, and weird. likely because it came across as soft and vulnerable, in his mind. maybe he could blame it on his parents for being kissy-face around him as a youngster. or perhaps he got his mother's blood, a driven woman with a temper to rival her son's and whose idea of romance included aggressive flirting, dating, pursuit, and courtship until she got the man she wanted. katsuki likewise sees something he wants and it becomes a goal/challenge, even if it's for someone else in the end. if it's important to his boyfriend, it's going to be important to him. mostly. tits do not fall in that category.
look, they can talk about izuku at some point in the future, but it'll be a sore subject since the other boy's returned home. likewise, denji will get a kiss in public... eventually. katsuki did kiss him in the dorm common before.]
So what? If they didn't have to guts to say something, I don't wanna know.
[ironically, izuku's not shy about telling people girls avoided katsuki during middle school, he never received any valentine's gifts, and it's all due to the blonde's atrocious attitude. is it surprising? and while eijirou was definitely a manly guy who found katsuki extremely impressive, enough to develop a genuine friendship with him, it didn't become anything else. denji's the one that the blonde began to grow attached to more and more over the weeks, until this finally became the bloom between them. that soft sigh of a laugh against his lips prompts the bite without regret. he's bitten denji's tongue before, learning when is a good time to do it and when not to. similar to his boyfriend putting his hand on the back of katsuki's neck; there are times he should definitely not to that due to the ptsd reflex from the blonde's kidnapping. but other times? go ahead and hang onto it, just like katsuki's dicking around with denji's tongue. until it melts into a gentle kiss once more.
shivers ripple beneath the surface of his skin exploring fingers finally give into temptation. mapping out the contours of his pelvis, following the lines of his thighs, tracing up the side of his cock, teasing the round velvet of his tip, and even daring to thumb across the tender slit crowning the top. dammit, that's bordering on the line of temptation, taking what was half hard and encouraging it into full mast so close to denji's own impressive prick. katsuki releases the kiss with a low growl, though whether it's a warning to stop or a note to prepare is up to the half-devil's mind. as controlled as he can be, his boyfriend's naked, sitting under him, with a hard-on, and a flushed face, tongue playing across his lips and teeth, talking about going on a vacation for just the two of them...]
All right. I'll let you know our options. [looking into the hotels, finding out the pros and cons, then dropping the entire report on the bed between them for comparison and choosing later. road trip at a later time. (and yes, it's called given each other the best damn massage amid the spa's options.) katsuki shifts on denji's lap, resting his forehead against the other boy's forehead.] Bastard... you're enjoying this, aren't you.
[ he can already tell bakugou hates not excelling in something, even if it didn't cater to his interest in the first place, but he knew his boyfriend long enough that he didn't appreciate any form of criticism, even a playful one. denji wanted to soothe him, he really tried, but it was hard not to be utterly obsessed as the attitude continued, now with a sprinkle of 'diva'. of course plenty of people didn't have the balls to confront him with a love confession or any flirtation attempts— bakugou is intimidating as fuck, and not solely on his explosive essence, but on his brilliance as well. he's a handsome guy with a hot body, smart, strong and and— the list goes on. if denji wasn't as depressed and fucking done with his life, he wouldn't have the courage to persuade such a shining star either. he'd be cripple by the anxiety of the possibility of getting rejected and it would keep him up for a few nights before he could hype himself enough to go for it. but, you know, when you go through every trauma listed in human history, it kinda makes you fearless ... or desperate.
okay, that's a lie. he was still nervous approaching bakugou. ]
I know ...
[ yeah, he knew he could be as sweet as honey drops anytime his heart desires. his boyfriend has the right to scowl at any or all advances, he's not asking him to endure acts that could cause discomfort. denji would never do that to him. if it's not clear already— the half-devil adores him the way he is. calling him unromantic is nothing more than a harmless taunt with a hint of truth. he will persuade him to adapt to more physical touches, though. step by step. with practice, the hero might learn to drop his guard in the future and he will get used to their new normal. a quick kiss on the cheek, hand-holding, or a hearty embrace are simple acts of affection. maybe one day bakugou wouldn't see it as being vulnerable around strangers.
more importantly, their little vacation project is in motion, even if he had to listen to a long lecture covering the pros and cons of each establishment. he's heard and cared for, and he couldn't ask for more. as bakugou leaned in, their closeness made a vice grip hard around his heart so tight that it felt like he was short of breath. this isn't calming like it usually is. his heart still beats erratically that it hurts. his mouth opens to say something, but stops; heat and desire mix up in his veins so fast that his entire body tenses with it. for a second all he can do is stare at the wanton curves of bakugou's figure in between. all that smooth skin and defined muscles just begging to be marked. he gives extra attention to the scar left behind by his blades, the further down where his fingers kept teasing his lover's perks. it's dumb, but he figured doing this under the water would make it less ... hmm, vulgar. a pause, he then smiled, and got his hands up to cup either side of bakugou's face, his thumbs running carefully beneath his eyes to brush away a few droplets of water he found there. such a tender touch, promising a sappy confession- ]
I don't know what you're talking about ...
[ he shifts underneath the other's weight, kneeing a leg up, which left bakugou no other option but to drop forward and into denji, clinging to him, chest to chest. a bonus the half-devil thoroughly enjoyed yet that wasn't the main objective of that stunt. soon after, they will hear the sound of the water seeping through the tub drain and down the pipes. yeah, denji nudged the plug with his toes, deciding it was time to end the regime of the cleansing session and its restrictions. he glanced up, with their foreheads still pressed against each other, arms around the other boy in a lazy hold; happy to pretend he is oh so helpless and couldn't get out of the tub without the other moving first. it's not like he manhandled bakugou into the water a few minutes ago. ]
You're clean enough, Katsuki. It's time to get into bed.
[and yet, katsuki would endure things for denji. from flowers offered to him to hands slipping down the front of his shirt to those doe-eyed looks his boyfriend gives him when he's feeling mushy. he endures the frustrations of the half-devil's painful life, braces himself against the pain of denji's occasional pessimism, and embraces the happiness his boyfriend finally gets to feel when living a life he never got to have before. that adoration is charming as much as it is aggravating at times, yet katsuki won't change a thing about it. maybe yell at him if he gets smothering, but not really... stop it aggressively. denji can get away with a lot of things around him that no one else could. he's earned the right to invade the blonde's space for a kiss on the cheek, can take the explosive boy's hand without getting his own blown off, and embraces are usually returned once katsuki drops his hunched shoulders and stiff back whenever his boyfriend glomps him. far easier when they're alone too.
in truth, he's very fond of denji's affectionate nature. it feels good, alleviates his annoyance, calms him down, and warms him up even if he bitches about it. also because it's denji doing it, a boy who was told he'd never have anyone to hold, wasn't worth someone giving affection to, pushed aside to live and die alone. katsuki wants to take all of those things and demolish them, crash them into ash and walk away with their experiences together being the biggest middle finger to anyone or thing who ever said denji was nothing.
he loves the beat of his heart, pounding under his chest in the rhythmic throb of emotions. it's amusing to feel it run so fast when they're together like this. as fingers wander his body, tracing along the curves of his pectorals and playing over the round of his shoulder, katsuki combs his hand through denji's hair, getting some suds in it, but no matter; they'll be going underwater eventually. more important to settle here atop the other's waist, gazing into his handsome face when fiver fingertips wander the scars on his right arm. left by the chainsaws denji embodied. they don't linger, but pass on after due touch, wandering lower until he gives up and takes his face instead. katsuki huffs in slight "annoyance" as thumbs brush at his cheekbones, lips pursing slightly to the side. what a damn sap...]
Yeah right. ... Wha-?! [he cuts off as a bony knee tents up behind him, forcing him down the length of his thigh and ending up solidly in denji's lap. dick to dick, one hand catching hard on the wall above denji's head, the other braced on a warm shoulder as he's caught in the v of his lap and stomach. fuck, this bastard. holding on, chest rubbing chest, nerves happily pointing out every skin-to-skin connection glowing in his mind right now. nipples rubbing together, cocks trapped between their adonis belts and lower abs, denji's ass trapped between katsuki's kneeling shins.
he doesn't miss the sudden gurgling suck of the drain. of is that how he's gonna be? water cups and splashes quickly as katsuki scoops some in his hand and plops it atop denji's head, wetting his hair again. forehead to forehead, he nuzzles into his boyfriend's face, free arm winding around his nape to hold denji close. yeah, he could stay right here, but then denji could just grab the tub rim and haul himself up, with katsuki holding onto his shoulders and lap. a good way to crash something... this brat has no problem manhandling him if he wants.] Uh-huh. We're gonna eat in there then.
[ perhaps it was a blessing they both couldn't verbally express their deeper thoughts of one another, because if he heard bakugou say something within the lines that he was worth being cared for or giving affection to— it would break him. and maybe not in a good, healing, sentimental way that will end with them exchanging a long embrace. no, it might actually split the thin, frail thread that's keeping denji from losing it. it didn't mean he didn't need to hear it, but maybe with more time, when he isn't ambushed with intense emotions - he'd be able to take it in, believe those words, and repeat them to himself. maybe one day when he can learn to love himself ... they won't hurt. right now, what they have is what denji needs. reassurance by touch, actions, and physical confirmation. he will endlessly tease his boyfriend for not being romantic even when he knows this type of relationship, at this stage of his life when he's the most vulnerable and damaged, is exactly what would make him believe it's genuine. bakugou never lied to him, not even as a joke— and denji never had this his entire life, and no one can blame him for being this obsessed and protective of him.
he squeezed his eyes shut when the other scooped some water and dropped it over his head, leaving blonde bangs sticking to his forehead, with one to two rebellious locks curling up in protest. they're sharing a lighthearted moment, one that both agree is coming to an end as the water's surface lowers, quick to slither down the drains and empty the tub. it somehow made denji painfully aware of every curve and touch they're sharing, and - you know? he's only human. with that, he kissed him. it's just a kiss. after all this foreplay this might be the most timid act they've done so far, yet it happened to be denji's favorite. it might have to do with his history of many terrible smooches, and finally having someone who knows how to make it as enjoyable as it should've been. god- he can't get enough of it. he sighs against bakugou's supple mouth, the hand on the hair trapping the other boy tightly close. slow at first, almost too slow, and then with a panting forcefulness, both his hands slithered down his boyfriend's hips and then rucked up to his waist, felt the hard, athletic planes of his body before his fingers splayed, parting bakugou's thighs for himself, guiding them around him. with a flustered daze, denji muttered hotly against their kiss. ]
... Huh. Eat wha'?
[ again, dinner who?
denji shifted their bodies, let the flushed, aching heat of his dick slide up, following the crease of bakugou's cleft, not yet adjusting to do something oh so risky, but just stealing a few satisfying frictions, allow his mind wander over the possibilities. he then sat up a little, balancing his boyfriend in his lap while he crossed his legs underneath, daring to allow the shape of his arousal to press against the other's ass. oh, the temptation is real. so painfully real. denji huffs, braces himself, and summons all the self-control he can conjure before pushing his weight to his feet, standing up, and dragging bakugou with him. he is careful with the slick surface, freeing one arm so he can hold onto the wall for further aid. he only stops when his feet find a dry rug to step over, gently lowering his boyfriend to the floor.
a romantic sap, indeed. even when he snatched a towel and dropped it on the other's head playfully. ]
How come I'm dying over here and you're so calm? Aren't you a teen?!
[he's not going to break his boyfriend. even with sweet words. not yet at least. some dreadful occurrence is going to happen that prompts their feelings to the surface and something like that is going to come out. denji will learn some of the depths of katsuki's feelings for him. it will probably be sappy, make the hero angry and embarrassed, and leave the half-devil a mess, either for good or bad. but apart from that happening, katsuki intends to keep those feelings quiet, waiting for denji (and himself) to mature enough they can handle saying those things without all the fallout. he knows there are walls of disbelief, trained cynicism, long-lasting pain, pits of distrust, and comfort in the safety of solitude that mar the path to denji's heart. even if pochita serves as the flesh and blood of that beating muscle, the feelings and soul inside remain denji's. so katsuki believes. what they have now is fine. denji's allowed him to walk into his heart along that road without firing off defensive ambushes. katsuki will forever continue to reach out to him, holding his boyfriend's hand and bringing him in close at each of their own paces.
did they ever finish really washing off? who knows. he was sleeping when soap and hands ran sudsy all over denji, only coming to and cleaning himself off after waking up. half of which remained below the now-draining surface of the water. ah well, it's not like katsuki was the one climbing into the tub covered in sweat and day's work. he did that late last night. licking paths down his flesh, the water leaves him aware of their own connection in so many places, from the weight of his thighs resting atop denji's own to the slide of a wet hand settling on his boyfriend's strong shoulder. they should be getting out, standing up and leaving. instead, lips find his own and he leans into the siren's call, returning the kiss with a rising heat no longer denied. their first one had some strangeness, trying to find out how to fit mouth to mouth without bumping noses or clicking teeth, but soon enough, awkward went out the window for experimentation and experience. plush lips cover sharp whites, developing into a guilty pleasure whenever katsuki traces his tongue over the angular enamel. paybacks for that hand in his hair holding him into his body. until finally twin touches drop again, traveling the sloping sides of his torso, cup around his pelvis, and squeeze about the taut surface of his adonis belt. a low breath escapes his lips when all of that culminates in strong palms pushing at his thighs, encouraging him to straddle denji's lap properly with his knees nudging against the wall of the tub behind his boyfriend's ass. he's going to have to rearrange himself completely if the half-devil wants katsuki to wrap his legs around his body like that.]
Dinner. [of course. he doesn't say the word with any confidence or intent, rather murmured distracted against his boyfriend's lips as their bodies press together in the tub. a shudder ripples down his spine, buttocks clenching against the hot pillar of denji's shaft sliding between the cleft. not inside yet, but obviously very interested. images and thoughts flush through his mind, memories of their times together tangled on the sheets, riding his lover's lap as his fingers dug into the flexing curve of his shoulders. denji sits up and he has to move his legs slightly, the tops of his feet, the length of his shin, and his knees pressing to the tub floor on either side of those runner's thighs. at least until the half-devil crosses his legs, nestling katsuki's ass in the crux of his lap, the backs of his heels pushing at denji's shins and calves. interlocked in a strange, intimate contortion that's skin on skin on breath on dick on touch on heat on fuck it feels amazing. his thighs are going to feel this tomorrow.
before everything's shattered and denji summons the inhuman strength to push up to his feet. katsuki instinctively wraps an arm around his boyfriend's neck, grabbing at a shoulder to hold on as the world rushes up around him and he's left half-dangling from the devil hunter. takes a second for him to get his feet under him again, stepping atop one of denji's accidentally before slipping it off to the side. it's an odd stepping backwards, lifting up again until the rug settles under their soles and he's left flush to his boyfriend's body, standing dripping amid the bathroom in a naked half embrace. a towel sinks onto his head and katsuki glares at him from beneath it for the tease. dying? he reaches up to grab the towel and slowly pulls it down, sliding it off his head to one side.] Do I look like I'm fucking fine over here?!
[hard as a damn rock, throbbing visibly from sheer arousal thanks to all that dick poking his ass tease in the bath. now he's out of it, stood up from nowhere, and denji's right in front of him, in a similar state, talking about dying and asking if katsuki's even got the hormones of a teenager! (shut up, he knew that was the implication.) fabric whips through the air in a snap before he catches the other end of the towel, having thrown it around his boyfriend's shoulders to lasso him in a crescent of terrycloth. and yanks him right in close.] Sink, floor, or wall. Pick one. Right now.
[game's over. they're not fucking in the tub, but they're gonna do it right here in the damn bathroom instead.]
Dinner ... right. [ if denji ever asks himself the golden question if he'd prefer food or sex? he now knows the answer, because he didn't give a single fuck over the meal that's been waiting for them this entire time. he did offer it a brief, contemplating glance as he helped his boyfriend settle on the ground, but found himself getting preoccupied with his partner. even before bakugou dropped that bomb at him, there was a harsh flash of reality that made denji regret the words as soon as they slipped out into the open. the modest veil of the water is no longer there, and while it was fun to rely on blind touch during their foreplay, denji didn't realize how much he missed the visual part of it— with bakugou standing in front of him, fully bare. god, did that guy know just how attractive he is? if he didn't, that's hot. if he did, that's even hotter. it's too overwhelming.
the whip. the fucking whip. oh, oh .... oh my, what the fuck was that? and why did it make denji freeze and stare? yeah, that was an awakening. a strong one. it's - hmm, he'll be thinking about this a lot in the future.
denji always got hot and tense whenever he was getting a bit frisky with that boy; but he could argue this time felt a bit different for many reasons. for starters, it's been a while since they shared such closeness, thanks to trauma and guilt. and second- there are new emotions in the mix that fed into denji's endless fixation on that boy. once again, trauma and guilt and a newfound desire to embrace them. the muscles of his shoulders stood out, drawn tense, and coiled-tight. yeah, game over. that's all he wanted to hear. that's when denji's calloused hands held into his partner's head on either side and eased him in; eager lips locked onto bakugou's with a force that took his breath away. they had their share of soft, teasing smooches during their bath— it's time for an absolute, sloppy mess of tongue, teeth, and shameless needy moans. finally, finally, the tension there began to unwind, leaking out like the air between his lips. he knew bakugou gave him options, but he didn't think them through, instead he ended up forcing his boyfriend to stumble back until he was cornered into a wall, bodies crushed. that made the skin of his arms tighten in goosebumps before he just gave in, took bakugou to the fucking hilt, and flexed his jaw, welcoming every bruising, sharp exhale with wanton eagerness. ugh, delicious. perfect. he's perfect. ]
The sink? ah ... [ a rough gasp, around his deep breaths, not yet breaking off their kiss. ] Didn't know that was an option ...
[ shit, it's so hot he can barely think straight. nah, he's not thinking at all, denji is in a mood. and for someone who didn't know how to make this work, this might backfire on both of them. this arcs through him, electric and intense, excited to try something new. excited— even when it might not be ideal (or smart), considering the noticeable crevices and the old build of this bathroom. whatever. despite the heat of it all, and utter feral starvation that seeps out of him, denji's touch on his lover's shoulders is light, and gentle as he guides bakugou to turn around, then lean and bend over the sink, allowing him to figure out how to support himself. the mirror felt like a dangerous gamble, with the small space of the bathroom they couldn't avoid getting caught in its reflection. a full-on visual from their waistline up, in which the half-devil was more attentive to the other than himself, and what a view it was. between the gorgeous back muscles and broad shoulders, to the drenched blonde strands sticking to the nape of his flushed neck, it pulls on the pulsing tension in his groin. he allows himself to indulge as his hands skimmed bakugou's hips, tracing the curves of his ass for a nice squeeze. ]
Are you sure you don't want to be a pillow prince tonight?
[ aside from having a comfortable mattress to support his body, and a far more relaxing temperature to ease through the ongoing heatwave, there's something else that's ... missing. the way his lover's knees are barely parted and it’s more restrictive than half the methods they ever tried shouldn't stroke denji's arousal the way it did. without much of a warning, bakugou would feel the tip of a finger push in – warm, solid, and the small girth is still more than anyone can take. the next push – too quick, always a bit too eager– fated to sting, burn. spit is never enough and yet somehow they tend to end up like this, but tonight denji can happily blame bakugou for it. happily ♥ ]
[he knows exactly what he just asked. part of him is growling at himself over it, having done his damnest not to allow the simple hormones of a teenager to run roughshod over the intent to get cleaned up, get something to eat, and go the fuck to bed. goddammit, who the hell is he kidding? denji has the gall to taunt him for being a teenager or not, and he's fucking right. standing here in the open, naked and dripping, the half-devil's a piece of art, and katsuki's eyes traipse from one area to the next. beads of water down his shoulder, glistening trails wandering the valley between his abs, a droplet clinging to the top of his knee, hair damp from the handful of water a few minutes ago, eyes smoldering and hot, a horny handsome unblemished mess of a teenage boyfriend who tosses the notion of dinner over sex right out the fucking window. dinner. right. katsuki's lost his own patience with this battle. as much as he likes to growl about being an adult and snarling when people call him a kid, he's still a red-blooded teenager.
winding one end of the towel in his fist, slowly and deliberately, he draws the fabric hook, and thus denji's broad shoulders, an inch or two closer. captured body, arrested attention, does this asshole realize that he's not immune to his feelings either? denji's still body, frozen eyes, he wants to kiss that half-hung mouth and pump some damn life back into his boyfriend's stupor. it's kind of cute, a simple action like this being enough to put his brain on shell shock.
they've been separated too long. he knows the trauma and fear bred from that ominous day. fuck it! that's in the past, he already said denji would never hurt him in his right mind. it could have been the other way around. he wouldn't care about this boy as much as he did if he let something as stupid as a brainwashed attack stop him from wanting to be with his boyfriend. hands catch him on either side of his head and his eyes narrow in interest, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in a bare smirk of challenge. did that rile him up? good. because if denji didn't act on it, katsuki had every intention to. he presses into the kiss with the same kind of force, pulls his arms and the towel towards him to drag the other blonde flush into his body. a hot kiss, messy with a drip of saliva from the corner of his mouth as he tilts his head and twists his tongue around denji's slick muscle. sharp teeth ghost across the glassy underside of his tongue as he plunges it into his boyfriend's lower jaw, then back up to batter and wrestle the moving muscle.
kissing him even as they move, a low grunt puffing through the lip lock as his back hits the wall. fuck, denji's always been taller than him, duh, but there are times it's made intensely obvious as broad shoulders and toned muscle pin him against the surface behind him. chest to chest, abs flexing along abs, legs tangled slightly in promise of getting really entwined soon enough. fuck this towel; it's in the way. dropped, forgotten, tough-skinned palms now wandering over denji's shoulders, fingers dragging over the angular blades on either side of his spine. touching, roving. more.]
I don't care where. [a hot growl, needy and demanding, half ready to make the decision himself and pounce this bastard into the nearest surface around them. so long as he makes a fucking move! his entire body feels lit aflame, breath coming heavier, blood rushing across his cheeks, the majority of it pooling between his legs as he rubs against denji's hips in horny ruts. he almost-- almost --resist when denji nudges his shoulder, urging him to turn around, but does so because fuck it, he wants this almost more than he can think right now. fingers grip the edge of the sink, muscular shoulders flexing as he braces over the curved dip in the little counter and leans over it. the slope of his back ripples with well-trained definitions, trailing down to his narrow waist and the toned swell of his ass. he can see himself in the mirror, but isn't looking on purpose, not wanting to see the pure lust etched on his face at the moment.
hands slide over his waist, playing with the curve of his pelvis and the starting rim of his glutes. a breathless noise rumbles past his lips, red eyes finally glaring into the reflective surface in front of him. not to see himself, but to see his boyfriend standing behind him, shoulders rocking a bit as he settles in like that, ripcord swaying telltale in the middle of his pretty pecs.]
Haa? I'm never a fucking pillow prince, you dick! [not until he's fucked into a stupor and his arms and legs stop working that is. otherwise, he's as animated as fuck, raking the sheets and grabbing onto denji wherever he can get to. he really ought to reach behind him and fist that bastard's balls for the comment.] Nh... [a finger, just the tip, probing between his cheeks and pushing against his rim. it only takes a second, water-soaked warm muscle parting around the digit's end, and denji's inside. he clenches down on it instinctively, tight ring giving way to a sucking channel of muscle that wants to push him out as much as katsuki wants him to stay in. denji does more than stay in, he pushes right through-] Guh! [knuckle shoved against his hole, a squelch of spit (when the fuck did he lick his finger?) squishing between ring and bone. he arches up on the balls of his feet for a second, fingers rippling on the sink rim, then eases back down to his soles once more.] You got two minutes... before I shove it in for you.
[ there are many victories in his beautiful sexual journey with bakugou katsuki so far, aside from — well, losing his virginity. it never occurred to him there was more to discover about himself, about his preferences, and what he finds fun and attractive. considering he spent the majority of his free time disassociating with indecent fantasies in a form of escape from all his traumas, flipping through porn magazines, and listing every position or kink out there that he would like to try, denji was almost certain he figured it all out. the more he spends time with bakugou, the more he acknowledges he didn't know shit. it was all a lie. every time they're intimate he learns something unique about himself, and it baffles him that most of those revelations tend to slap him in the face when they're not even being frisky. they're random discoveries, unpredictable circumstances. it happens way too many times, and denji was getting sick of adding to that mental list and then soothing himself that— it's done and completed, only for something new to swoop in and rattle his entire universe, offering no explanation as to why he's getting all hot and bothered aside from 'why not?'. it's both frustrating and thrilling.
today's findings: bakugou can end his life using a whip and he'll die with a smile on his face. added to the list.
he felt that mild hesitation back there, and it made denji more attentive to his boyfriend, mindful to be more sensitive to any inkling of doubt and react to it in time. the location, the posture, and almost everything about this is borderline inconvenient, he's aware - but denji is pure filth and he'd always favor a quickie any-fucking-where. back in their office, in an alleyway, a cheap motel, their patrol car, or whatever little box that can offer bakugou his privacy and give denji the quick fix. he's fine with this lifestyle. it didn't mean the hero should accommodate that nonsense. if he senses any indication of doubt again, he will stop. bakugou is far more important than his aching dick. he also trusts his boyfriend to be vocal if it reaches that point, and with that— he wouldn't dwell on it for long, instead breathing out a soft chuckle. ]
Nah, not that type of pillow prince. I'm talking about how fucking hot you look when you're on my bed. Head on the pillow, messy hair all over, flustered, and all those delicious faces you make ...
[ -in which denji glanced up at their reflection, smirking when he noticed bakugou seemingly avoiding it. it's shameful, isn't it? to look at yourself like that, when you're all vulnerable and needy. it is equally erotic as well. he kept working his fingers, pushing through the warmth, squeezing and taunting his senses. fuuuuuck. he's so tight. he almost wanted to end the prep and go straight into fucking him. he sighs heavily, denji then leans in, flush behind the other boy, trapping him between his solid frame and the sink. ] Two minutes is way too long ... [ it's the lack of lube that's making denji more human here. another hefty exhale, close to a groan, he begins sliding his other hand higher up his lover's body to the bottom of his ribcage; watching in the mirror as goosebumps raise the blond hair on his own arm. heh. he shifts his attention to bakugou again as he spreads his fingers over one of his pecs, framing the nipple in between before, slowly, every movement twitching with restraint he didn’t think he’d have to scour for, he strokes over a perked bud; teasing it until it's hard between his knuckles. it's no secret the half-devil had a favorite spot to toy with, denji had always been very vocal about bakugou's unique build, and it was a hundred times more satisfying with that fucking mirror in front of them. he kept fondling him, groping and loving the way it weighed on his hand perfectly full, almost as if he wanted bakugou to see how they are meant to be mauled like this. that alone made his dick so hard, desperately begging for attention. ]
You're perfect ... fuck. [ he crooned, voice breaking up as lust punched holes in his crumbling sanity. was he talking to katsuki or his tits? it's unclear. he slipped in another finger to that stubborn, tightening heat. he thrust his fingers with a new level of force, sliding out just a little, and shoving back in; the wet, sloppy sound of his fingers lighting up every nerve in his starved body. not even close to one minute and denji is already over this; it's too much. he slowed down in a muted warning before he pulled his hand away gently and straightened his back. blinded with anticipation, denji yanked his boyfriend by the hips until his ass angled up upon his thighs; a light nudge to one of bakugou's ankles encouraged him to spread his legs a bit more. the swollen head of his dick is already pressing up against the slick heat and it takes everything in his power not to start fucking him right here. bakugou is still squeezing the hell out of him and it's maddening. denji is already sweating a bit, he stares the other down as the crown of his cock burst past that taut ring, nails digging into his skin; fated to bruise. ]
[did he ever think he'd end up giving his first time to a guy he met a few months ago who could sprout chainsaws out of his face and arms? the last part's not entirely unreal, considering the world of quirks he came from, but katsuki never thought much about sex and when/where/with whom he'd end up doing it with first. one of his not!friends back home was the highest potential for him, but that never happened before he arrived here. and now... it wasn't just his first time he gave to denji, but as many first time as he could in this exploration of fucking around and more. never really wasting his time looking at porn on the computer or in magazines, denji's been the driving force behind a lot of their escapades, introducing katsuki to a new element, or giving him the fertile ground to discover more surprising preferences about himself when he's with his boyfriend. some of them are pretty damn "what the fuck" when he realizes he likes something he once thought would be odd as hell. but each one is another first shared between them, some more awkward than others. getting dumped out of the bed one time was fucking stupid, especially because they didn't stop even when hanging half-over the edge of he mattress. shit like that.
katsuki's very much aware of his boyfriend's pink brain. a pervert. he's not denying it. when someone's driving force behind being a hero is getting girls' attention and having sex or touching boobs, that's stupidly obvious. but at the very least, denji's not as crass or insanely-obsessed about it as mineta. and a lot of that sexual urge has swung around to focus on him. at times it's fucking crazy to be in the path of that rush, from quickies against alley walls or in the back of their patrol car, to the heated tangle of limbs in the bed as he forgets how many hours went by, or how the hell denji had that much fucking juice in him. usually he gives into the pressure (because he likes the guy) and the half-devil has to deal with katsuki raging at him later over sore hips or his crazy sex drive. even if the blonde's the one who instigated it. despite how denji questioned whether he's a teenager just now, he's very much a teenager.]
Shut up! Put your mouth to better use! [mirrors don't lie. katsuki's snarly face flushes red hot in the reflective surface as he growls over his shoulder at his boyfriend, completely embarrassed and utterly turned on by denji recounting that kind of thing in detail.] You're the one making face and getting me hard!
[totally a reason to argue, huh. shameful? hell no! embarrassing? fuck yes! at least he doesn't have to look at himself while he's arching on his back on the bed, teeth seizing into the pillow or his hand as denji wrangles lines of bliss out of his body. but now there's a fucking mirror and dammit-! a second finger pushes inside and katsuki drops his head with a gasp, toes curling against the bathroom rug as his hole stretches around twin twisting digits. pushing in and out, working him open and looser with patient motions. his abs harden immediately, core muscles tightening in a constriction of muscle around his boyfriend's long digits. dammit, how the hell can he get so far inside him? his fingers are flexible, the rim of his blunt nails coaxing across his walls. katsuki grunts hard as denji leans against him, pushing his chest and stomach against the blonde's back. shoulder blades nudge at the half-devil's pectorals, the line of his ripcord askew along katsuki's spine, threatening to cup his ass in the warmth of his hips, lower abs, and upper thighs. he's not going to fall over the damn sink... even though his arms want to give out and do just that.]
You've taken longer than that before. [usually when he's on some kind of intimate high and wants to watch katsuki's reactions while fucking around with him, ultimately leading to one of their patience snapping. denji groans like that and he can't stop a breathless cuss from his lips as fingers caress the curve of his ribs, shoulders flexing when denji cups at his pectoral. fucking bastard. he's paid attention to katsuki's pecs so damn often since they started this thing, the firm muscle turned into an erogenous zone just for denji. nipple perking between his fingers, katsuki's throat catching in a gasp as his boyfriend gropes and fondles his chest, a finger playing with that sensitive little bud. he knows how to get his body to react now. muscles ripple against denji's front as the young hero's back flexes and arches beneath his grinding body, pressing to him deliberately so he can feel all those tangible pieces of evidence showing what the half-devil's doing to him. dammit, he's not looking at the mirror unless denji makes him!]
Dammit... ngk-... You're gonna... make this end early- [and he doesn't want it to. avoiding the mirror, he glares over his shoulder heatedly, demanding denji do something more with just his eyes alone. watching his boyfriend's face, brows furrowing and relaxing, lips half parted in a crooning breath, eyes dilated in lust and affection, denji's patience his breaking apart with each squelch and slick between them.] Ah- FUCK! [three of them! katsuki throws his head back against denji's shoulder, barking at the ceiling from the stretch and mix of burning pain and swelling pleasure. thrusting into him, harder and quicker than before, not even giving him full-finger plunges, but barely rutting in at the knuckles. the lewd noises mingle with intimate voices as they move, setting off his nerves as his cock jerks and lances of precum splatter into the sink in front of him. fuck... they're already making a mess. as denji eases up, he knows what's coming, grunting as the slick trio slides out of his ass. he drops onto an elbow, panting against the sink as his lover's chest peels off his back.]
Oy- not so rough, horndog. [it doesn't sound like katsuki even means it as denji jerks his hips back and forces him onto the balls of his feet. his glutes harden as he nudges against his lover's thighs, a guilty pleasure bolting through him when denji gently kicks at an ankle. he shimmies one foot to the right, widening his stance and sinking just slightly with the action, balls hanging heavy between his open thighs. teeth grit and he curls his hand into a fist, failing to bite back a moan of pleasure. denji's cock's right against his hole, the pulsing smooth round of his glans kissing at his puckered rim and smearing precum all over it. his partner's right there, again, and anticipation ripples across his spine. he can't stop the way his body bears down on his flesh, lower jaw falling open as denji pushes forward. muscle tightens, refusing to spread open for a second or two, before that sudden relaxing and- 'pop' -his cock plunges through, stretching him and filling him all at once. katsuki shouts into the void, one hand swinging back to grab at his boyfriend's hips for no reason other than to touch him. fuck, did he always feel this big? or was it just the circumstances? it doesn't matter if he bruises his hips; he'll yell at him about it later. what matters is-] More.
Because I was learning ... duh. [ and guess what he learned during their many preparation sessions? bakugou katsuki can take it, and he takes it well, and it might be the sexiest perk about this guy right here. one, two, and now three fingers and he still tolerates it? he didn't bite denji's head off yet? fucking hell, what a beast. is he allowed to be utterly turned on by this? it should be less enjoyable and more borderline painful for his boyfriend — yet there is something terribly sexy about how katsuki endures it. the cursing, the gruff voice, the rapid breathing, and the flush of his cheeks ... beautiful. it took denji off his feet, finding himself easily slipping into a mindset where he wanted to toss all the boundaries out the window and truly explore their bodies together; explore the fine line between pain and pleasure, right and wrong, what feels good and what doesn't. he desired it all with bakugou only, and in return — he hoped his boyfriend shared the thought. after all, denji's eagerness goes both ways as he understands everyone has a certain preference, certain kinks, and a list of what they wish to try out with the right person. he would often wonder if bakugou had any on his mind. is there anything he wants to try? did he even think about it? hmm, a conversation to indulge in later tonight. perhaps the hero needs a reminder of how willing denji is— after all, he did have little to no boundaries, happy to run with the philosophy of 'try it once before you decide to hate it'.
'not so rough' - ah. the sensation of melting eased a little, and denji came back into himself a bit, like the snapping back of a rubber band. that had him smirking in a certain way. cheeky. ]
I'm always gentle, and it won't end early ... [ -he teased as bakugou used his elbow to keep himself propped over the sink, watching him bend forward and loving the view. the only light in the bathroom was from the window in the center of the wall, a nearby billboard that shone neon red light through the big dramatic slats of the blinds, glistening and altering shades from one vivid hue to another, and each one of them suited bakugou's complexions perfectly - and he could've sworn this might be his first time noticing his lovely boyfriend has the tiniest hint of back dimples. uuuugh ♥. between all the times they got rowdy with each other, fucking him in this scenery might be denji's favorite. it's seductive, erotic, and deliciously slutty. he loved how bakugou toyed with his emotions effortlessly: between genuinely being smitten over him in a cute crush, planning adorable dates and spending time together, or more sentimental experience of receiving affection, and the butterflies he gets every time they hold hands, sharing a kiss and exchange smiles. all the fluff, genuine and heartfelt, and then ... this. this right here.
denji took several deep, shaking breaths. his hair was hanging wet against his forehead and lids, and he knew he must look like a hot mess, he then gripped bakugou’s hips hard and pulled them flush against each other, pushing in and all caution was gone. everything in his whole starved body exploding, his entire world narrowing to his cock and searing, almost painful pleasure sparking through his fucking bones. he had no shame in showing how good that felt; he moaned and gasped, shoulders quivering from the intensity of it. he didn't care who could hear them down the hallway, or care to stop to double-check if the door was locked, it's too late for either of them to move from this very spot. another heavy groan, easing himself in; the stretch is agonizingly good, both static and electric. denji's knuckles are white, bent over his boyfriend, muscles tense as he grips those hips, holding his breath at the satisfying burn as his erection presses against those tight walls, feeling the pulse of connection between them. he then starts fucking him, thrusting his hard dick in and out, careful at first as they both adjust to this new position. careful - hmm, maybe not as careful as he should be. ]
You always feel so good and fucking tight ... [ 'good' is an understatement; bakugou feels nothing short of amazing. the half-devil loses himself to the sensation of being squeezed without mercy, he becomes chained to the binding, a growing burn in his groin as they unconsciously gain momentum together. they (yes, they. bakugou spitting 'more' is all he needs to skip the soft foreplay) set a brutal rhythm, the filthy sound of skin slapping skin, squelching and wet from the precum, fills the room. denji's panting, sweat gathering in his collarbones as they indulge in their heat. bakugou is strong enough to take it, to keep himself upward and over the sink with each thrust, fucking him harder and deeper, but not faster, because denji didn't have it in him to deny himself what he wanted fucking yesterday. he eventually frees up one of his hands, leaving one behind to hold and bruise the other's hip, while the other pressed against the wall ahead and over bakugou's head; an inch away from touching the mirror.
he decided he was yearning for more of his boyfriend, more contact, more warmth; denji hunched forward, chest pressed to the other's arched back, lips close to his ear. breath leaving him in a huff, the half-devil shifts his hips a bit, the new angle causing him to rub repeatedly against bakugou's prostate. finding his voice between the mad rush of pleasure, denji chokes out- ] Holy shit, look at you ... [ that mirror is truly — dangerous. with both hands busy, denji opts by tilting his head, lips eager for a taste, kissing, licking and breathing hotly against the sensitive curve of his boyfriend's neck. of course he's not careful, of course he's sloppy, and of course his sharp teeth are no longer gentle on the very human flesh, promising to leave its mark whether it would be in small bruises or something more fierce. ] Fuck, I missed you ...
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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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Date: 8/14/24 05:07 (UTC)katsuki's always liked it when people looked up to him. at him is always a crap shoot depending on his mood. it's different when denji looks at him, whether the curious glance if katsuki calls his attention or the smitten gaze he's so fond of drifting into during softer moments. some of those looks embarrass him, some of them turn him on, some irritate him, but none make him want to leave. he can look at this guy and find himself thinking all over that handsome face, pointing out the curve of his cheekbone, pointed teeth he's felt beneath his tongue, bangs he's pushed back as he buried his fingers in his scruffy hair, lips curved into a happy smile that's katsuki's favorite expression on denji's face.]
Bullshit, flatterer. [some dumbasses like to think he smells of caramel due to his quirk. burnt sugar is not caramel, and most of the time he returns from missions and battles rank with smoke, sweat, and whatever else he got into. but once he's back, it's straight into the shower. because he'd much rather smell good. feel good. look good. put on display right now as he washes himself off while kneeling over his boyfriend's lap. don't expect some arching rolls like an exotic god preening for his partner's praise. katsuki's actions are as focused and casual as many of his others. takes a foreplay mood to get that kind of crap. yet it's impossible to deny the way he tends to his body in deliberate show.
suds gliding over the round of his shoulders, reaching over backwards to scrub at his shoulder blades, twisting an arm up behind him to tend his spine, ducking his head for access to his nape and tilting it sideways to get under his jaw, torso flexing when he drags his hands over his chest (okay, so that part might be deliberately taunting since he knows his boyfriend is a chest man) and rubs the soap up and down the washboard sculpture of his stomach. if their dicks occasionally brush together during the process, that wasn't intentional, right? it's kind of cute denji's hard up just from watching him clean. someone else? pervert. boyfriend? gets a pass. usually. luckily katsuki's showered with the other guys in his middle school and u.a. class, so it's easy to avoid getting hard simply from a naked teenager nearby. including denji. unless the brat starts deliberately trying to mess with him...]
You can get out if you want. [says the guy sitting atop him, making no indication of getting up to let denji out. dragging the soap across his sternum, katsuki cocks his head slightly at his boyfriend's comment. wait, the picture he sent him? oh right, that one. he scoffs at its return to blame.] Don't blame that, baka. You asked for it.
[which he gave in more erotic terms than he needed to, but... he knows his boyfriend.]
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Date: 8/15/24 17:53 (UTC)it was weak and pathetic, but after that little taunt and breast-play, denji had to throw his head back and squeeze his eyes shut. he bares his teeth, cursing under his breath and accepting defeat. the miserable groan was equally genuine and playful— still preserving a lighthearted mood but he knew he couldn't keep at it if his plan of 'no fucking in the bathroom' will be a success. ]
I should get out ...
[ but, he will not. he is awfully reminded of the heatwave all of a sudden, his body is fighting three different types of heat; the weather, the shared warmth of each other, and his primal urges. this is not fun, yet it's also fun. he huffs out a heavy exhale, unbothered to relax his tensed muscles— instead, his fingers started toying with the cord idly and blindly; trapping it between his middle and index finger, tracing over its length before curling it around his knuckle; slow and deliberate. a change of topic might help him survive and prove to his boyfriend he's not that helpless, earn some dignity out of it. he didn't want to talk about someone else, he didn't want to think of someone else when he's like - this! and if he keeps thinking about bakugou that's even another invitation for failure.
oddly so, despite all the comical struggles in his head, denji never lost his easy, lazy smile. eventually, he breaks the silence. ]
Let's go on a holiday, Katsuki. Just the two of us. One day ...
[ even denji knew it was a foolish dream. they had no control over their schedule, a kaiju attack is unpredictable and he doubts LILITH would ever allow any of her soldiers to be out of reach, they are fated to get interrupted, money could be lost and everything will be cut short— it was so unachievable, but did that stop this half-devil from asking? from dreaming? maybe some of him wished for bakugou to indulge him, humor him a bit. ]
Even if we can't leave this city, I'm sure it's big enough to have some hidden gems, right? A road trip to somewhere new.
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Date: 8/16/24 07:27 (UTC)You're not gonna until I'm done.
[luckily katsuki's feeling merciful after that flicker of sleep, so he eases off the "accidental" taunting while he continues washing off. nothing more than rubbing his hands over his body in a quick, blase manner that doesn't bother accenting or lingering on anything. hips no longer rubbing at denji's thighs, cocks separated like two kids forced into separation for a while. he throws one arm up and over his head, the other swinging around and up his back to get his hands on his shoulder blades and spine. of course he's flexible enough to reach! the way he's sitting makes any kind of soaping up his lower half nigh-impossible, underwater and all. but he drops his hands to work over his thighs and stomach regardless, denji's submerged body probably feeling the occasional brush of currents as katsuki rubs himself down. the soap will get in the water eventually. he wasn't the one getting in here covered in sweat.
all the while glancing to his boyfriend, noting that easy expression as he relaxes in silence. hmph, distracted. until denji breaks the silence with one of the most random things he's heard here.]
You mean a vacation? They already celebrate holidays here.
[usually the japanese ones, this is japan after all, though some western ones have broken in among the traditional festivals and holidays. a vacation with just the two of them... he gets this isn't denji asking to go on a date overnight at a hotel. but can they really abandon their work as outsiders for an entire however long the half-devil's planning? katsuki isn't sure how he feels about that. on the one hand, the angry side of him is willing to stick it to lilith. they're not fucking prisoners! on the other, the responsible hero side refuses to abandon the other outsiders in case something happened during their vacation.]
We could go to the Okinawa beach for a weekend.
[it might not be a proper "vacation" since the outsiders already went there, but it's an option. plus the teleporter is right there, making it easy to return if an emergency happens. denji mentions not leaving the city and katsuki frowns in thought. true, they haven't been everywhere, but you don't take a road trip if you stay in the damn city...]
Unless you wanna get pampered at a fancy hotel or spa.
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Date: 8/17/24 18:50 (UTC)Ah, I think you misunderstood what I'm trying to say. Then again, I can't blame you ... I'm asking for something we could never have here. [ he lifts his head a bit, catching bakugou's gaze; still fiddling with the cord as he elaborates further. ] I'm talking about an actual trip that involves some traveling. Couples do this all the time, right? It's what I was fantasizing about.
[ 'fantasizing' - yeah, he knew they didn't have a lot of options here, but it doesn't hurt to talk about it. right? nothing more than mild heartache for missing out on the mundane perks of what normal couples do, then again- denji is anything but ungrateful. it wasn't something pressing and haunting him; it was just a random reflection he wanted to share with his partner. the endless yearning to add every experience into his memory, abuse the time they have with each other, or ... it was a simple expression on how important bakugou is to him. a reminder that moving forward all his 'firsts' will belong to him only. a sentiment, heartful thoughts, and adoration for that boy— yet fully masked behind a stare that reflects nothing but shallow cravings. he wouldn't blame bakugou if he thought he was spitting bullshit to charm him into getting in the mood for later. with a warm chuckle, he shakes his head at the idea of hitting the beach in this godawful heatwave. maybe when the weather improves and the sun won't bite away at their flesh. it would be a nice way to spend a day off, far away from their teammates and the vibrant city. ]
I want to explore new places with you. I finally have enough money to afford something like that, but I guess there is nowhere for us to go. Which sucks, huh?
[ water sloshed against the sides of the tub as he moved to sit up; his callous hands smoothed around bakugou's waist, gliding warmly down his abdomen, drifting over his lover's hips and thighs, touching everywhere but his prick with slow, thorough attention. he tilted his own face, the point of his tongue slowly teasing along the swell of bakugou's lower lip, gently prising his mouth open to kiss him deeply, suckling the taste of his tongue before tipping his head up with a satisfied sigh. he contemplates that last proposal, humming and then frowning a bit. ]
I'm not sure about the spa. It's all about the full-body massage services, right? I don't want anyone else touching you.
[ especially after finding out how bakugou reacts to it. denji would lose many nights of sleep if someone else made his boyfriend moan that way. so, nope. not happening. as for the hotel idea, he smirks a bit. ]
A night in the fanciest hotel in the city? That's more fun. Worth the money.
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Date: 8/17/24 21:42 (UTC)Then why the fuck are you asking for it?
[don't put out some request you know they can't pull off! because katsuki's not someone to give up on something, and would try to make denji's desire a reality if possible. he continues his rinsing, hands working over his thighs and lower legs as he lifts himself up a bit to expose his calves and ankles for a grip and rub. he frowns as denji tries to make himself clearer. that's... not changing the opinion at all.]
Why the hell is that impossible? I've got a car. It's not illegal for us to leave for a few days.
[no one's ever done it to his knowledge though. if denji's more open to traveling to another nearby japanese city rather than trying to take a flight to, fuck, france, then it's a lot more plausible. katsuki has a feeling the half-devil's looking more towards the latter, but a trip's a trip, right? they already went to vegas. there are months where kaiju's don't attack, where they do have things to contend with, like weather and disasters, but nothing that explicitly ties them here to the city. so long as they're not traveling... which is seeming to be a more frequent case. either way, it's because katsuki knows this is important to denji that he directly combats the "impossible" nature of his boyfriend's request. they don't have forever here, they should make use of the time they have, and taking two or three days to travel a quick trip isn't improbable. it irritates him denji already dismissed the idea even before he fucking said it, only further igniting the combative blonde's intention to prove the other boy's opinion wrong.]
There's a lot of places we can go, idiot. You just have to pick one and compromise on the travel.
[there aren't any more commercial flights to take, there are plenty of cities that lie in abandoned ruins, travel on the roads would take time, but regardless, even ten hours in a car can put them at a very far-reaching location. denji's pessimistic cheer is giving katsuki some annoying whiplash, eliciting a glare from the hero as his boyfriend starts to sit up in the water. hands slide across his waist, thumbs following the arch of his pelvis and the lines of his thighs as he settles down on the other boy's lap again. it's so tempting to be petulant and bite that tongue... so he does. chomp! not enough to bleed him, but definitely enough to grab and hold the slick muscle for a few seconds. grrr! he doesn't let denji go until he's good and ready. then accepts the kiss, eyes closing as the deep connection melds them together once more. he shoves his tongue inside, tangles it with denji's, and pushes forward as the kiss dips more intimate before his boyfriend finally opts to break it amid a spindle of saliva between them.]
Not that kind of spa package. [sheesh, did he really think katsuki was suggesting they get massages from other people in separate rooms where nothing but little towels? dumbass. at least he seems more receptive to the hotel idea? they'd have to find a hotel to hit up at least.] What sounds better to you, a three days road trip or a weekend at a fancy hotel?
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Date: 8/18/24 17:41 (UTC)the sheer annoyance over denji's indecisive request, the fire he spits afterward, and how the hero took it more of a goal to conquer over a heartfelt, chill exchange of mild fantasies on a cozy summer night; an act of adoration and affection. instead, he watches as the competitive kacchan fails to see the intimacy and lists down how to get it done while roasting denji for 'giving up' on it. it's— you know, denji can't help but grin and take in the jabs coming in from each corner, all while bakugou is genuinely doing the math and sorting out an entire trip in his head, and cleaning himself at the same time. it was a sight to witness. the multitasking and duality of his boyfriend who can scorch him while accommodating his endless desires at the same time. this is why he likes this boy. everything about him is simply sincere. after all the manipulation, grooming, lies, and betrayals— getting snapped at this way is the type of healing his heart craves. ]
Hey! I was being sweet!! I was saying I wanted to take you somewhere nice, just the two of us. You're soooooo unromantic!
[ he barks back while laughing. jeez, the lack of romance in that guy's veins is almost insane. didn't bakugou have a normal upbringing? love and adored by his parents, and treated like a golden child with his amazing quirk? right. he knew, in some sense, his boyfriend struggled with something - especially towards a certain old friend of his, but they never really got into the deep roots of it all. despite his conflict with deku (which is something denji hopes they can talk about one day), the utter oblivion to courtship gestures mix with a mild disdain for them is both fucking hilarious and endearing at the same time. will it kill him to kiss denji in public? will that cause his guts to combust due to such blasphemous acts? a true maiden ♥ ]
I can guarantee a lot of people had a crush on you but you probably didn't notice.
[ is denji complaining? hell nah. he's happy nobody snatched the hero before he cornered him into a rollercoaster of sexual identity discovery that blossomed into genuine affection. his laugh was now a low, dusky sigh against bakugou's damp lips— and then came in the bite. if it was anyone else, denji would've pulled away from this; a subconscious reflex triggered by a terrible memory of the last time someone pulled this move on him, but it's bakugou. the trust between them didn't allow denji to even entertain such doubts. he then drew in a quiet, deeper breath, and closed his eyes, let a hand slip beneath the foam-topped surface of the water around them; he felt his way rather than saw, the pressure of the water tampered with his senses, which encouraged the thought that he could get away with tracing his fingertips along the insides of bakugou's thigh, and they nuzzled along the line of his lover's cock and over the softness of its head, and its slit; reverently teasing while he had the courage for it. the bite was timid, barely painful, and left no taste of the bitter blood behind - nghh, fucking tease. he licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, and exhaled the breath he'd been holding almost noiselessly; the flush crawling up his throat and into his ears.
oh, bakugou is asking him a question, which didn't take much brain power to answer. ] Both. Not at the same time of course. I guess we can try the weekend in a fancy hotel first and do the road trip a month later. We can check out the spa since there are other services they offer. [ ... is there any other way to enjoy a spa without getting into tiny towels and having a stranger give you the best massage ever? ]
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Date: 8/18/24 18:57 (UTC)who knows if this result will teach denji to think before he speaks, or is simply rewarding the young man for speaking from his heart rather than a logical brain swirl. it's kind of cute, really. even if being called "unromantic" leaves him bristling. one, he doesn't want to be called romantic. but two, he doesn't like being "un-" anything either.]
And I'm saying you can do that, dammit!
[be sweet all you want, ripcord pecs! yes, katsuki had a wonderful childhood, free from any trauma and not wanting for much of anything in life. unfortunately, it meant he grew up to be a massive dick. and that included going "ewugh" towards romantic things. mushy shit always bothered him as being gross, unnecessary, distracting, and weird. likely because it came across as soft and vulnerable, in his mind. maybe he could blame it on his parents for being kissy-face around him as a youngster. or perhaps he got his mother's blood, a driven woman with a temper to rival her son's and whose idea of romance included aggressive flirting, dating, pursuit, and courtship until she got the man she wanted. katsuki likewise sees something he wants and it becomes a goal/challenge, even if it's for someone else in the end. if it's important to his boyfriend, it's going to be important to him. mostly. tits do not fall in that category.
look, they can talk about izuku at some point in the future, but it'll be a sore subject since the other boy's returned home. likewise, denji will get a kiss in public... eventually. katsuki did kiss him in the dorm common before.]
So what? If they didn't have to guts to say something, I don't wanna know.
[ironically, izuku's not shy about telling people girls avoided katsuki during middle school, he never received any valentine's gifts, and it's all due to the blonde's atrocious attitude. is it surprising? and while eijirou was definitely a manly guy who found katsuki extremely impressive, enough to develop a genuine friendship with him, it didn't become anything else. denji's the one that the blonde began to grow attached to more and more over the weeks, until this finally became the bloom between them. that soft sigh of a laugh against his lips prompts the bite without regret. he's bitten denji's tongue before, learning when is a good time to do it and when not to. similar to his boyfriend putting his hand on the back of katsuki's neck; there are times he should definitely not to that due to the ptsd reflex from the blonde's kidnapping. but other times? go ahead and hang onto it, just like katsuki's dicking around with denji's tongue. until it melts into a gentle kiss once more.
shivers ripple beneath the surface of his skin exploring fingers finally give into temptation. mapping out the contours of his pelvis, following the lines of his thighs, tracing up the side of his cock, teasing the round velvet of his tip, and even daring to thumb across the tender slit crowning the top. dammit, that's bordering on the line of temptation, taking what was half hard and encouraging it into full mast so close to denji's own impressive prick. katsuki releases the kiss with a low growl, though whether it's a warning to stop or a note to prepare is up to the half-devil's mind. as controlled as he can be, his boyfriend's naked, sitting under him, with a hard-on, and a flushed face, tongue playing across his lips and teeth, talking about going on a vacation for just the two of them...]
All right. I'll let you know our options. [looking into the hotels, finding out the pros and cons, then dropping the entire report on the bed between them for comparison and choosing later. road trip at a later time. (and yes, it's called given each other the best damn massage amid the spa's options.) katsuki shifts on denji's lap, resting his forehead against the other boy's forehead.] Bastard... you're enjoying this, aren't you.
[playing with him. tempting him.]
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Date: 8/19/24 18:06 (UTC)okay, that's a lie. he was still nervous approaching bakugou. ]
I know ...
[ yeah, he knew he could be as sweet as honey drops anytime his heart desires. his boyfriend has the right to scowl at any or all advances, he's not asking him to endure acts that could cause discomfort. denji would never do that to him. if it's not clear already— the half-devil adores him the way he is. calling him unromantic is nothing more than a harmless taunt with a hint of truth. he will persuade him to adapt to more physical touches, though. step by step. with practice, the hero might learn to drop his guard in the future and he will get used to their new normal. a quick kiss on the cheek, hand-holding, or a hearty embrace are simple acts of affection. maybe one day bakugou wouldn't see it as being vulnerable around strangers.
more importantly, their little vacation project is in motion, even if he had to listen to a long lecture covering the pros and cons of each establishment. he's heard and cared for, and he couldn't ask for more. as bakugou leaned in, their closeness made a vice grip hard around his heart so tight that it felt like he was short of breath. this isn't calming like it usually is. his heart still beats erratically that it hurts. his mouth opens to say something, but stops; heat and desire mix up in his veins so fast that his entire body tenses with it. for a second all he can do is stare at the wanton curves of bakugou's figure in between. all that smooth skin and defined muscles just begging to be marked. he gives extra attention to the scar left behind by his blades, the further down where his fingers kept teasing his lover's perks. it's dumb, but he figured doing this under the water would make it less ... hmm, vulgar. a pause, he then smiled, and got his hands up to cup either side of bakugou's face, his thumbs running carefully beneath his eyes to brush away a few droplets of water he found there. such a tender touch, promising a sappy confession- ]
I don't know what you're talking about ...
[ he shifts underneath the other's weight, kneeing a leg up, which left bakugou no other option but to drop forward and into denji, clinging to him, chest to chest. a bonus the half-devil thoroughly enjoyed yet that wasn't the main objective of that stunt. soon after, they will hear the sound of the water seeping through the tub drain and down the pipes. yeah, denji nudged the plug with his toes, deciding it was time to end the regime of the cleansing session and its restrictions. he glanced up, with their foreheads still pressed against each other, arms around the other boy in a lazy hold; happy to pretend he is oh so helpless and couldn't get out of the tub without the other moving first. it's not like he manhandled bakugou into the water a few minutes ago. ]
You're clean enough, Katsuki. It's time to get into bed.
[ dinner? forgotten. ]
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Date: 8/21/24 00:02 (UTC)in truth, he's very fond of denji's affectionate nature. it feels good, alleviates his annoyance, calms him down, and warms him up even if he bitches about it. also because it's denji doing it, a boy who was told he'd never have anyone to hold, wasn't worth someone giving affection to, pushed aside to live and die alone. katsuki wants to take all of those things and demolish them, crash them into ash and walk away with their experiences together being the biggest middle finger to anyone or thing who ever said denji was nothing.
he loves the beat of his heart, pounding under his chest in the rhythmic throb of emotions. it's amusing to feel it run so fast when they're together like this. as fingers wander his body, tracing along the curves of his pectorals and playing over the round of his shoulder, katsuki combs his hand through denji's hair, getting some suds in it, but no matter; they'll be going underwater eventually. more important to settle here atop the other's waist, gazing into his handsome face when fiver fingertips wander the scars on his right arm. left by the chainsaws denji embodied. they don't linger, but pass on after due touch, wandering lower until he gives up and takes his face instead. katsuki huffs in slight "annoyance" as thumbs brush at his cheekbones, lips pursing slightly to the side. what a damn sap...]
Yeah right. ... Wha-?! [he cuts off as a bony knee tents up behind him, forcing him down the length of his thigh and ending up solidly in denji's lap. dick to dick, one hand catching hard on the wall above denji's head, the other braced on a warm shoulder as he's caught in the v of his lap and stomach. fuck, this bastard. holding on, chest rubbing chest, nerves happily pointing out every skin-to-skin connection glowing in his mind right now. nipples rubbing together, cocks trapped between their adonis belts and lower abs, denji's ass trapped between katsuki's kneeling shins.
he doesn't miss the sudden gurgling suck of the drain. of is that how he's gonna be? water cups and splashes quickly as katsuki scoops some in his hand and plops it atop denji's head, wetting his hair again. forehead to forehead, he nuzzles into his boyfriend's face, free arm winding around his nape to hold denji close. yeah, he could stay right here, but then denji could just grab the tub rim and haul himself up, with katsuki holding onto his shoulders and lap. a good way to crash something... this brat has no problem manhandling him if he wants.] Uh-huh. We're gonna eat in there then.
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Date: 8/23/24 17:04 (UTC)he squeezed his eyes shut when the other scooped some water and dropped it over his head, leaving blonde bangs sticking to his forehead, with one to two rebellious locks curling up in protest. they're sharing a lighthearted moment, one that both agree is coming to an end as the water's surface lowers, quick to slither down the drains and empty the tub. it somehow made denji painfully aware of every curve and touch they're sharing, and - you know? he's only human. with that, he kissed him. it's just a kiss. after all this foreplay this might be the most timid act they've done so far, yet it happened to be denji's favorite. it might have to do with his history of many terrible smooches, and finally having someone who knows how to make it as enjoyable as it should've been. god- he can't get enough of it. he sighs against bakugou's supple mouth, the hand on the hair trapping the other boy tightly close. slow at first, almost too slow, and then with a panting forcefulness, both his hands slithered down his boyfriend's hips and then rucked up to his waist, felt the hard, athletic planes of his body before his fingers splayed, parting bakugou's thighs for himself, guiding them around him. with a flustered daze, denji muttered hotly against their kiss. ]
... Huh. Eat wha'?
[ again, dinner who?
denji shifted their bodies, let the flushed, aching heat of his dick slide up, following the crease of bakugou's cleft, not yet adjusting to do something oh so risky, but just stealing a few satisfying frictions, allow his mind wander over the possibilities. he then sat up a little, balancing his boyfriend in his lap while he crossed his legs underneath, daring to allow the shape of his arousal to press against the other's ass. oh, the temptation is real. so painfully real. denji huffs, braces himself, and summons all the self-control he can conjure before pushing his weight to his feet, standing up, and dragging bakugou with him. he is careful with the slick surface, freeing one arm so he can hold onto the wall for further aid. he only stops when his feet find a dry rug to step over, gently lowering his boyfriend to the floor.
a romantic sap, indeed. even when he snatched a towel and dropped it on the other's head playfully. ]
How come I'm dying over here and you're so calm? Aren't you a teen?!
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Date: 8/24/24 03:39 (UTC)did they ever finish really washing off? who knows. he was sleeping when soap and hands ran sudsy all over denji, only coming to and cleaning himself off after waking up. half of which remained below the now-draining surface of the water. ah well, it's not like katsuki was the one climbing into the tub covered in sweat and day's work. he did that late last night. licking paths down his flesh, the water leaves him aware of their own connection in so many places, from the weight of his thighs resting atop denji's own to the slide of a wet hand settling on his boyfriend's strong shoulder. they should be getting out, standing up and leaving. instead, lips find his own and he leans into the siren's call, returning the kiss with a rising heat no longer denied. their first one had some strangeness, trying to find out how to fit mouth to mouth without bumping noses or clicking teeth, but soon enough, awkward went out the window for experimentation and experience. plush lips cover sharp whites, developing into a guilty pleasure whenever katsuki traces his tongue over the angular enamel. paybacks for that hand in his hair holding him into his body. until finally twin touches drop again, traveling the sloping sides of his torso, cup around his pelvis, and squeeze about the taut surface of his adonis belt. a low breath escapes his lips when all of that culminates in strong palms pushing at his thighs, encouraging him to straddle denji's lap properly with his knees nudging against the wall of the tub behind his boyfriend's ass. he's going to have to rearrange himself completely if the half-devil wants katsuki to wrap his legs around his body like that.]
Dinner. [of course. he doesn't say the word with any confidence or intent, rather murmured distracted against his boyfriend's lips as their bodies press together in the tub. a shudder ripples down his spine, buttocks clenching against the hot pillar of denji's shaft sliding between the cleft. not inside yet, but obviously very interested. images and thoughts flush through his mind, memories of their times together tangled on the sheets, riding his lover's lap as his fingers dug into the flexing curve of his shoulders. denji sits up and he has to move his legs slightly, the tops of his feet, the length of his shin, and his knees pressing to the tub floor on either side of those runner's thighs. at least until the half-devil crosses his legs, nestling katsuki's ass in the crux of his lap, the backs of his heels pushing at denji's shins and calves. interlocked in a strange, intimate contortion that's skin on skin on breath on dick on touch on heat on fuck it feels amazing. his thighs are going to feel this tomorrow.
before everything's shattered and denji summons the inhuman strength to push up to his feet. katsuki instinctively wraps an arm around his boyfriend's neck, grabbing at a shoulder to hold on as the world rushes up around him and he's left half-dangling from the devil hunter. takes a second for him to get his feet under him again, stepping atop one of denji's accidentally before slipping it off to the side. it's an odd stepping backwards, lifting up again until the rug settles under their soles and he's left flush to his boyfriend's body, standing dripping amid the bathroom in a naked half embrace. a towel sinks onto his head and katsuki glares at him from beneath it for the tease. dying? he reaches up to grab the towel and slowly pulls it down, sliding it off his head to one side.] Do I look like I'm fucking fine over here?!
[hard as a damn rock, throbbing visibly from sheer arousal thanks to all that dick poking his ass tease in the bath. now he's out of it, stood up from nowhere, and denji's right in front of him, in a similar state, talking about dying and asking if katsuki's even got the hormones of a teenager! (shut up, he knew that was the implication.) fabric whips through the air in a snap before he catches the other end of the towel, having thrown it around his boyfriend's shoulders to lasso him in a crescent of terrycloth. and yanks him right in close.] Sink, floor, or wall. Pick one. Right now.
[game's over. they're not fucking in the tub, but they're gonna do it right here in the damn bathroom instead.]
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Date: 8/26/24 16:53 (UTC)the whip. the fucking whip. oh, oh .... oh my, what the fuck was that? and why did it make denji freeze and stare? yeah, that was an awakening. a strong one. it's - hmm, he'll be thinking about this a lot in the future.
denji always got hot and tense whenever he was getting a bit frisky with that boy; but he could argue this time felt a bit different for many reasons. for starters, it's been a while since they shared such closeness, thanks to trauma and guilt. and second- there are new emotions in the mix that fed into denji's endless fixation on that boy. once again, trauma and guilt and a newfound desire to embrace them. the muscles of his shoulders stood out, drawn tense, and coiled-tight. yeah, game over. that's all he wanted to hear. that's when denji's calloused hands held into his partner's head on either side and eased him in; eager lips locked onto bakugou's with a force that took his breath away. they had their share of soft, teasing smooches during their bath— it's time for an absolute, sloppy mess of tongue, teeth, and shameless needy moans. finally, finally, the tension there began to unwind, leaking out like the air between his lips. he knew bakugou gave him options, but he didn't think them through, instead he ended up forcing his boyfriend to stumble back until he was cornered into a wall, bodies crushed. that made the skin of his arms tighten in goosebumps before he just gave in, took bakugou to the fucking hilt, and flexed his jaw, welcoming every bruising, sharp exhale with wanton eagerness. ugh, delicious. perfect. he's perfect. ]
The sink? ah ... [ a rough gasp, around his deep breaths, not yet breaking off their kiss. ] Didn't know that was an option ...
[ shit, it's so hot he can barely think straight. nah, he's not thinking at all, denji is in a mood. and for someone who didn't know how to make this work, this might backfire on both of them. this arcs through him, electric and intense, excited to try something new. excited— even when it might not be ideal (or smart), considering the noticeable crevices and the old build of this bathroom. whatever. despite the heat of it all, and utter feral starvation that seeps out of him, denji's touch on his lover's shoulders is light, and gentle as he guides bakugou to turn around, then lean and bend over the sink, allowing him to figure out how to support himself. the mirror felt like a dangerous gamble, with the small space of the bathroom they couldn't avoid getting caught in its reflection. a full-on visual from their waistline up, in which the half-devil was more attentive to the other than himself, and what a view it was. between the gorgeous back muscles and broad shoulders, to the drenched blonde strands sticking to the nape of his flushed neck, it pulls on the pulsing tension in his groin. he allows himself to indulge as his hands skimmed bakugou's hips, tracing the curves of his ass for a nice squeeze. ]
Are you sure you don't want to be a pillow prince tonight?
[ aside from having a comfortable mattress to support his body, and a far more relaxing temperature to ease through the ongoing heatwave, there's something else that's ... missing. the way his lover's knees are barely parted and it’s more restrictive than half the methods they ever tried shouldn't stroke denji's arousal the way it did. without much of a warning, bakugou would feel the tip of a finger push in – warm, solid, and the small girth is still more than anyone can take. the next push – too quick, always a bit too eager– fated to sting, burn. spit is never enough and yet somehow they tend to end up like this, but tonight denji can happily blame bakugou for it. happily ♥ ]
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Date: 8/29/24 14:46 (UTC)winding one end of the towel in his fist, slowly and deliberately, he draws the fabric hook, and thus denji's broad shoulders, an inch or two closer. captured body, arrested attention, does this asshole realize that he's not immune to his feelings either? denji's still body, frozen eyes, he wants to kiss that half-hung mouth and pump some damn life back into his boyfriend's stupor. it's kind of cute, a simple action like this being enough to put his brain on shell shock.
they've been separated too long. he knows the trauma and fear bred from that ominous day. fuck it! that's in the past, he already said denji would never hurt him in his right mind. it could have been the other way around. he wouldn't care about this boy as much as he did if he let something as stupid as a brainwashed attack stop him from wanting to be with his boyfriend. hands catch him on either side of his head and his eyes narrow in interest, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in a bare smirk of challenge. did that rile him up? good. because if denji didn't act on it, katsuki had every intention to. he presses into the kiss with the same kind of force, pulls his arms and the towel towards him to drag the other blonde flush into his body. a hot kiss, messy with a drip of saliva from the corner of his mouth as he tilts his head and twists his tongue around denji's slick muscle. sharp teeth ghost across the glassy underside of his tongue as he plunges it into his boyfriend's lower jaw, then back up to batter and wrestle the moving muscle.
kissing him even as they move, a low grunt puffing through the lip lock as his back hits the wall. fuck, denji's always been taller than him, duh, but there are times it's made intensely obvious as broad shoulders and toned muscle pin him against the surface behind him. chest to chest, abs flexing along abs, legs tangled slightly in promise of getting really entwined soon enough. fuck this towel; it's in the way. dropped, forgotten, tough-skinned palms now wandering over denji's shoulders, fingers dragging over the angular blades on either side of his spine. touching, roving. more.]
I don't care where. [a hot growl, needy and demanding, half ready to make the decision himself and pounce this bastard into the nearest surface around them. so long as he makes a fucking move! his entire body feels lit aflame, breath coming heavier, blood rushing across his cheeks, the majority of it pooling between his legs as he rubs against denji's hips in horny ruts. he almost-- almost --resist when denji nudges his shoulder, urging him to turn around, but does so because fuck it, he wants this almost more than he can think right now. fingers grip the edge of the sink, muscular shoulders flexing as he braces over the curved dip in the little counter and leans over it. the slope of his back ripples with well-trained definitions, trailing down to his narrow waist and the toned swell of his ass. he can see himself in the mirror, but isn't looking on purpose, not wanting to see the pure lust etched on his face at the moment.
hands slide over his waist, playing with the curve of his pelvis and the starting rim of his glutes. a breathless noise rumbles past his lips, red eyes finally glaring into the reflective surface in front of him. not to see himself, but to see his boyfriend standing behind him, shoulders rocking a bit as he settles in like that, ripcord swaying telltale in the middle of his pretty pecs.]
Haa? I'm never a fucking pillow prince, you dick! [not until he's fucked into a stupor and his arms and legs stop working that is. otherwise, he's as animated as fuck, raking the sheets and grabbing onto denji wherever he can get to. he really ought to reach behind him and fist that bastard's balls for the comment.] Nh... [a finger, just the tip, probing between his cheeks and pushing against his rim. it only takes a second, water-soaked warm muscle parting around the digit's end, and denji's inside. he clenches down on it instinctively, tight ring giving way to a sucking channel of muscle that wants to push him out as much as katsuki wants him to stay in. denji does more than stay in, he pushes right through-] Guh! [knuckle shoved against his hole, a squelch of spit (when the fuck did he lick his finger?) squishing between ring and bone. he arches up on the balls of his feet for a second, fingers rippling on the sink rim, then eases back down to his soles once more.] You got two minutes... before I shove it in for you.
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Date: 8/30/24 20:42 (UTC)today's findings: bakugou can end his life using a whip and he'll die with a smile on his face. added to the list.
he felt that mild hesitation back there, and it made denji more attentive to his boyfriend, mindful to be more sensitive to any inkling of doubt and react to it in time. the location, the posture, and almost everything about this is borderline inconvenient, he's aware - but denji is pure filth and he'd always favor a quickie any-fucking-where. back in their office, in an alleyway, a cheap motel, their patrol car, or whatever little box that can offer bakugou his privacy and give denji the quick fix. he's fine with this lifestyle. it didn't mean the hero should accommodate that nonsense. if he senses any indication of doubt again, he will stop. bakugou is far more important than his aching dick. he also trusts his boyfriend to be vocal if it reaches that point, and with that— he wouldn't dwell on it for long, instead breathing out a soft chuckle. ]
Nah, not that type of pillow prince. I'm talking about how fucking hot you look when you're on my bed. Head on the pillow, messy hair all over, flustered, and all those delicious faces you make ...
[ -in which denji glanced up at their reflection, smirking when he noticed bakugou seemingly avoiding it. it's shameful, isn't it? to look at yourself like that, when you're all vulnerable and needy. it is equally erotic as well. he kept working his fingers, pushing through the warmth, squeezing and taunting his senses. fuuuuuck. he's so tight. he almost wanted to end the prep and go straight into fucking him. he sighs heavily, denji then leans in, flush behind the other boy, trapping him between his solid frame and the sink. ] Two minutes is way too long ... [ it's the lack of lube that's making denji more human here. another hefty exhale, close to a groan, he begins sliding his other hand higher up his lover's body to the bottom of his ribcage; watching in the mirror as goosebumps raise the blond hair on his own arm. heh. he shifts his attention to bakugou again as he spreads his fingers over one of his pecs, framing the nipple in between before, slowly, every movement twitching with restraint he didn’t think he’d have to scour for, he strokes over a perked bud; teasing it until it's hard between his knuckles. it's no secret the half-devil had a favorite spot to toy with, denji had always been very vocal about bakugou's unique build, and it was a hundred times more satisfying with that fucking mirror in front of them. he kept fondling him, groping and loving the way it weighed on his hand perfectly full, almost as if he wanted bakugou to see how they are meant to be mauled like this. that alone made his dick so hard, desperately begging for attention. ]
You're perfect ... fuck. [ he crooned, voice breaking up as lust punched holes in his crumbling sanity. was he talking to katsuki or his tits? it's unclear. he slipped in another finger to that stubborn, tightening heat. he thrust his fingers with a new level of force, sliding out just a little, and shoving back in; the wet, sloppy sound of his fingers lighting up every nerve in his starved body. not even close to one minute and denji is already over this; it's too much. he slowed down in a muted warning before he pulled his hand away gently and straightened his back. blinded with anticipation, denji yanked his boyfriend by the hips until his ass angled up upon his thighs; a light nudge to one of bakugou's ankles encouraged him to spread his legs a bit more. the swollen head of his dick is already pressing up against the slick heat and it takes everything in his power not to start fucking him right here. bakugou is still squeezing the hell out of him and it's maddening. denji is already sweating a bit, he stares the other down as the crown of his cock burst past that taut ring, nails digging into his skin; fated to bruise. ]
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Date: 9/3/24 16:23 (UTC)katsuki's very much aware of his boyfriend's pink brain. a pervert. he's not denying it. when someone's driving force behind being a hero is getting girls' attention and having sex or touching boobs, that's stupidly obvious. but at the very least, denji's not as crass or insanely-obsessed about it as mineta. and a lot of that sexual urge has swung around to focus on him. at times it's fucking crazy to be in the path of that rush, from quickies against alley walls or in the back of their patrol car, to the heated tangle of limbs in the bed as he forgets how many hours went by, or how the hell denji had that much fucking juice in him. usually he gives into the pressure (because he likes the guy) and the half-devil has to deal with katsuki raging at him later over sore hips or his crazy sex drive. even if the blonde's the one who instigated it. despite how denji questioned whether he's a teenager just now, he's very much a teenager.]
Shut up! Put your mouth to better use! [mirrors don't lie. katsuki's snarly face flushes red hot in the reflective surface as he growls over his shoulder at his boyfriend, completely embarrassed and utterly turned on by denji recounting that kind of thing in detail.] You're the one making face and getting me hard!
[totally a reason to argue, huh. shameful? hell no! embarrassing? fuck yes! at least he doesn't have to look at himself while he's arching on his back on the bed, teeth seizing into the pillow or his hand as denji wrangles lines of bliss out of his body. but now there's a fucking mirror and dammit-! a second finger pushes inside and katsuki drops his head with a gasp, toes curling against the bathroom rug as his hole stretches around twin twisting digits. pushing in and out, working him open and looser with patient motions. his abs harden immediately, core muscles tightening in a constriction of muscle around his boyfriend's long digits. dammit, how the hell can he get so far inside him? his fingers are flexible, the rim of his blunt nails coaxing across his walls. katsuki grunts hard as denji leans against him, pushing his chest and stomach against the blonde's back. shoulder blades nudge at the half-devil's pectorals, the line of his ripcord askew along katsuki's spine, threatening to cup his ass in the warmth of his hips, lower abs, and upper thighs. he's not going to fall over the damn sink... even though his arms want to give out and do just that.]
You've taken longer than that before. [usually when he's on some kind of intimate high and wants to watch katsuki's reactions while fucking around with him, ultimately leading to one of their patience snapping. denji groans like that and he can't stop a breathless cuss from his lips as fingers caress the curve of his ribs, shoulders flexing when denji cups at his pectoral. fucking bastard. he's paid attention to katsuki's pecs so damn often since they started this thing, the firm muscle turned into an erogenous zone just for denji. nipple perking between his fingers, katsuki's throat catching in a gasp as his boyfriend gropes and fondles his chest, a finger playing with that sensitive little bud. he knows how to get his body to react now. muscles ripple against denji's front as the young hero's back flexes and arches beneath his grinding body, pressing to him deliberately so he can feel all those tangible pieces of evidence showing what the half-devil's doing to him. dammit, he's not looking at the mirror unless denji makes him!]
Dammit... ngk-... You're gonna... make this end early- [and he doesn't want it to. avoiding the mirror, he glares over his shoulder heatedly, demanding denji do something more with just his eyes alone. watching his boyfriend's face, brows furrowing and relaxing, lips half parted in a crooning breath, eyes dilated in lust and affection, denji's patience his breaking apart with each squelch and slick between them.] Ah- FUCK! [three of them! katsuki throws his head back against denji's shoulder, barking at the ceiling from the stretch and mix of burning pain and swelling pleasure. thrusting into him, harder and quicker than before, not even giving him full-finger plunges, but barely rutting in at the knuckles. the lewd noises mingle with intimate voices as they move, setting off his nerves as his cock jerks and lances of precum splatter into the sink in front of him. fuck... they're already making a mess. as denji eases up, he knows what's coming, grunting as the slick trio slides out of his ass. he drops onto an elbow, panting against the sink as his lover's chest peels off his back.]
Oy- not so rough, horndog. [it doesn't sound like katsuki even means it as denji jerks his hips back and forces him onto the balls of his feet. his glutes harden as he nudges against his lover's thighs, a guilty pleasure bolting through him when denji gently kicks at an ankle. he shimmies one foot to the right, widening his stance and sinking just slightly with the action, balls hanging heavy between his open thighs. teeth grit and he curls his hand into a fist, failing to bite back a moan of pleasure. denji's cock's right against his hole, the pulsing smooth round of his glans kissing at his puckered rim and smearing precum all over it. his partner's right there, again, and anticipation ripples across his spine. he can't stop the way his body bears down on his flesh, lower jaw falling open as denji pushes forward. muscle tightens, refusing to spread open for a second or two, before that sudden relaxing and- 'pop' -his cock plunges through, stretching him and filling him all at once. katsuki shouts into the void, one hand swinging back to grab at his boyfriend's hips for no reason other than to touch him. fuck, did he always feel this big? or was it just the circumstances? it doesn't matter if he bruises his hips; he'll yell at him about it later. what matters is-] More.
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Date: 9/6/24 19:15 (UTC)'not so rough' - ah. the sensation of melting eased a little, and denji came back into himself a bit, like the snapping back of a rubber band. that had him smirking in a certain way. cheeky. ]
I'm always gentle, and it won't end early ... [ -he teased as bakugou used his elbow to keep himself propped over the sink, watching him bend forward and loving the view. the only light in the bathroom was from the window in the center of the wall, a nearby billboard that shone neon red light through the big dramatic slats of the blinds, glistening and altering shades from one vivid hue to another, and each one of them suited bakugou's complexions perfectly - and he could've sworn this might be his first time noticing his lovely boyfriend has the tiniest hint of back dimples. uuuugh ♥. between all the times they got rowdy with each other, fucking him in this scenery might be denji's favorite. it's seductive, erotic, and deliciously slutty. he loved how bakugou toyed with his emotions effortlessly: between genuinely being smitten over him in a cute crush, planning adorable dates and spending time together, or more sentimental experience of receiving affection, and the butterflies he gets every time they hold hands, sharing a kiss and exchange smiles. all the fluff, genuine and heartfelt, and then ... this. this right here.
denji took several deep, shaking breaths. his hair was hanging wet against his forehead and lids, and he knew he must look like a hot mess, he then gripped bakugou’s hips hard and pulled them flush against each other, pushing in and all caution was gone. everything in his whole starved body exploding, his entire world narrowing to his cock and searing, almost painful pleasure sparking through his fucking bones. he had no shame in showing how good that felt; he moaned and gasped, shoulders quivering from the intensity of it. he didn't care who could hear them down the hallway, or care to stop to double-check if the door was locked, it's too late for either of them to move from this very spot. another heavy groan, easing himself in; the stretch is agonizingly good, both static and electric. denji's knuckles are white, bent over his boyfriend, muscles tense as he grips those hips, holding his breath at the satisfying burn as his erection presses against those tight walls, feeling the pulse of connection between them. he then starts fucking him, thrusting his hard dick in and out, careful at first as they both adjust to this new position. careful - hmm, maybe not as careful as he should be. ]
You always feel so good and fucking tight ... [ 'good' is an understatement; bakugou feels nothing short of amazing. the half-devil loses himself to the sensation of being squeezed without mercy, he becomes chained to the binding, a growing burn in his groin as they unconsciously gain momentum together. they (yes, they. bakugou spitting 'more' is all he needs to skip the soft foreplay) set a brutal rhythm, the filthy sound of skin slapping skin, squelching and wet from the precum, fills the room. denji's panting, sweat gathering in his collarbones as they indulge in their heat. bakugou is strong enough to take it, to keep himself upward and over the sink with each thrust, fucking him harder and deeper, but not faster, because denji didn't have it in him to deny himself what he wanted fucking yesterday. he eventually frees up one of his hands, leaving one behind to hold and bruise the other's hip, while the other pressed against the wall ahead and over bakugou's head; an inch away from touching the mirror.
he decided he was yearning for more of his boyfriend, more contact, more warmth; denji hunched forward, chest pressed to the other's arched back, lips close to his ear. breath leaving him in a huff, the half-devil shifts his hips a bit, the new angle causing him to rub repeatedly against bakugou's prostate. finding his voice between the mad rush of pleasure, denji chokes out- ] Holy shit, look at you ... [ that mirror is truly — dangerous. with both hands busy, denji opts by tilting his head, lips eager for a taste, kissing, licking and breathing hotly against the sensitive curve of his boyfriend's neck. of course he's not careful, of course he's sloppy, and of course his sharp teeth are no longer gentle on the very human flesh, promising to leave its mark whether it would be in small bruises or something more fierce. ] Fuck, I missed you ...
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