[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 ...
[denji's not shoving fucking sausages inside him. he's not dissing his boyfriend's fingers in the slightest either. they know how to touch places inside him and on his body that make his knees weak. no matter if he's pinching at his nipple, groping his pecs, catching his head for a kiss, or stretching him open with a trio of digits wriggling their way into his depths. a breathless grunt or a muffled cuss, a low groan or a panting comment, katsuki's done all these things while his boyfriend's hands turn his body on time and time again. he can handle the pain it produces because he knows the pleasure coming is more than worth the initial grit of teeth and snarl. denji gets off on it too, his strength. unfortunately the half-devil will eventually find out his explosive partner isn't the kinkiest pervert on the face of the planet. hardly any time at all is spent wondering what his tousle-haired boyfriend would look like tied up in silk or whether denji would want to share a double-ended sex toy. but rather, his focus in this area wanders around how many ties he can get the half-devil to cum before he's biting the pillow or running out of brain space to form words. whether he'll find a bite on a hefted ankle to be incredibly sexy or completely weird. or what might happen if they break the bed. there are things he wanted to try; katsuki was the first one to suggest denji flip over during a blowjob to give him one too. the first one to say "fuck it" to the bed because they weren't even going to make it. but give him time. more things will start to emerge from his disciplined mind as that horny teenager comes through, encouraging him to realize it's not a bad thing to "waste his time" thinking about how hot it'd be for his boyfriend to ride in the cop car with a little surprise nestled inside him with katsuki palming the remote...]
You almost broke the bed- [denji is gentle. he's gentle as he holds him, gentle as he moves, even the burning heat of his most horny or passionate moments, there's a gentleness there katsuki can't deny. with his head hanging down above his braced forearm, all he can feel and hear is denji, blocked from sight by being behind him. he used to be embarrassed about sex, only letting his partner take him from behind, not wanting him to see the faces he made, but that inhibition vanished rather quickly as katsuki wrapped his arms around denji's shoulders and tangled his legs around his waist, eyes burning under the sight of his boyfriend's lust-glazed face above him. so many parts of him emblazoned in his memory, from the cut of his pelvic v pressing against the globes of his ass to the sensation of long thigh muscles rubbing at the backs of his own to the subtle shift of his foot nudging against the inside of his own as they brace together on the floor. they've come together so many times, so many ways, each of them with their own branded memory. from a first kiss to the time denji whispered intimate words in the middle of their tryst to the glow of sunset light spilling through the room's window and covering his boyfriend in liquid gold. times like those are when katsuki ends up looking over his shoulder if they're doing it from behind, just so he can see his lover and capture another shot of him in his mind.
so he finally lifts his head, red eyes hooded under the hanging shadows of his choppy bangs, and catches the reflection in the mirror. less of himself, but of denji above him, behind him, the way his hair swings slightly in a damp tangle of scruffy waves atop his brow. he does look a hot mess, lips hanging half open to show his sharp teeth, breath leaving his lungs in heavier exhales. katsuki sucks in a quick jet of air as strong hands grip his hips and suddenly haul backwards, pulling his ass flush against denji's waist and spreading the rest of his shaft inside him-] Fu-uck! [head thrown back, eyes clenched shut, mouth dropped in a half-choked shout of blissful completion and painful relief. it hurts so much at first, but that burning agony clashes with each meaty throb of denji's girth pulsing inside him, his blood and heartbeat thudding in his clenching grip. all he feels right now is denji and denji only. plugging in, his flesh melding with his own in an intimate connection that's just the two of them. if katsuki gives a shit about anyone hearing now, he isn't showing it. cracking his eyes open once more, finding denji's visage above his own in the mirror again. katsuki squeezes his hand on his boyfriend's hips, instinctively wanting to push him out yet doggedly curling his fingers almost to the curve of his ass to make sure he stays right where he fucking is.
until denji curls over at the waist and bends atop him, pressing his chest close to katsuki's back as the young hero arches up and shoves his shoulder blades and spine against the hunter's swelling pectorals. neither of them are breathing for a few seconds, leaving the bathroom in tense silence so thick, katsuki swears he can hear denji's pulse in his ears. before it all devolves into a cacophony of noise. gasping and grunting with each thrust, his teeth grit together whenever he has the muscle to do so, falling apart when he doesn't. denji's fucking him without pause, his concern at first melting away into the hard, sex-crazed pleasure he knows cores his boyfriend good and hard. fuck, even if he yells at him, it always turns into this hedonistic rush for both of them.]
S'cause... you're fucking big... Shit, Denji- [he's never going to get used to this feeling and never wants to, the sensation of denji's cock pistoning in and out of his ass. it feels amazing, blowing his mind each time once they really get going. the hero grips at the sink wall, fingers skidding and slipping against the tiles, other hand struggling to keep ahold of denji's droplet-glistening hips. his body squeezes hard around his boyfriend's dick, sucking him in and struggling to keep him there even as he pulls out for another thrust. fuck, right there- denji's heartbeat, throbbing in his shaft and beating in time all its own in his walls. it's one of the best parts of having sex. whether he feels it in his boyfriend's wrist, beneath his lips when he kisses his neck, against his chest as their pecs press together, or the throb of his cock buried inside his body. curses and moans punch out of his mouth with each motion, harder thrusts arching him up on the balls of his feet again as he tries his damnest not to climb right up on the fuck counter. denji pace evolves into something wild, earning a harsh yell as katsuki tosses his head to the side. he can take it, and better yet, denji can give it. each wet slap of his balls against the back of his own spatters his thighs with precum oozing out of his ring, keeping time with their thrusts in heady rhythm. sweat drips off his forehead and jaw, saliva leaking from one corner of his mouth to drip down his chin. harder, deeper, making him see white as his own dick slams hard against the solid washboard of his abs, mercifully not being crushed into the rim of the counter.
it's when denji frees one hand from his hip and plasters it to the wall with a resounding "thud" that katsuki rips his own hand from the same surface and frantically grabs onto his boyfriend's wrist. holding on, using that as an anchor to keep himself from getting driven chest first into the sink's bowl. denji all but mounts him from behind, chest shoving against his back and lips so close to his skin his breath scalds his flesh. fingers dig into the half-devil's wrist, holding on tightly despite katsuki's dangerous sweat leaking down his wrist and smearing along his skin. his ears flush hot red from the sound of his panting wind, he sounds so fucking lewd and amazing when he's in this state. katsuki chokes on a higher-pitched noise, embarrassing and lewd, as hips move to a new angle and denji's cock drives flush into his prostate. precum spurts into the air as katsuki's tunnel seizes around his boyfriend's shaft, almost cumming right there, but holding off in sheer stubborn want.]
Shu... shut up- ah! H-haa- GUH! [he doesn't want to look at him, he wants to look at denji, which is hard to do when he's getting fucked into the goddamn sink! but boyfriends have more privilege and demand, meaning katsuki's dragging his head up, ashen blonde spikes ruffling against denji's cheek and shoulder as he leans back to the boy pounced atop him. watching denji's flushed face as those sharp deep skim and caress over his neck, lips leaving sensitive trails as his bangs drag slick along his cheek. saliva drips down towards his collar from where denji's salivating on his skin and it's fucking hot. for all he katsuki bitches about cleaning up when they're done, getting messy in the heat of things is a massive guilty turn on. small marks, bruises, denji's leaving them, but there's something else... something about denji missing him in that husky voice that has katsuki's other hand abandoning his boyfriend's hip and reaches up behind him to shove fingers into that mop of sweat-damp shaggy hair. curling in to grip and grab, fingertips and blunt nails raking across his scalp as katsuki turns his head and finds his boyfriend's mouth to kiss him. spit and water drips down their cheeks, the kiss open-mouthed with tongues visible twining between their teeth in the clear air. making out with denji amid panting moans and hot gasps until they run out of breath and separate. denji missed him...] Bite me... Hard.
[ not kinky, huh? says the person who turned a wet towel into a whip as a sexy power move a few minutes ago, and no one on this earth can change denji's mind that it wasn't intentional. huff. then again, if he's honest, the half-devil isn't the type to indulge in kink play since he is an impatient piece of shit who is eager to get his dick wet, and he assumes the foreplay tends to drag on with such fetishes (he says he's not into it now yet we never know if that mindset would change). however, he is happy to cater to his boyfriend if there is a certain vibe that would get him all hot and heavy. it can be a certain position, a location, maybe he would want to do it after a training session, high post the workout, he would do it all for him. in all honesty, he loves that bakugou matches his energy when it really matters. his partner is ridiculously feral whether he's aware of it or not, and he can get denji riled up with a simple intense glance, a quirk of his lips, a sly touch, or a husky whisper. he had the habit to stay in control even when he's the one getting fucked and on his knees. it is also exciting to realize bakugou is still finding himself, exploring his sexuality and they're going through that journey together. hey! the remote thing?? if it ever comes out of his boyfriend's mouth, he will have a very hard time believing he's talking to the same guy and this isn't some imposter. what a horrifying yet sensual twist that would be!
the hand on his wrist, the way bakugou reached for his hip as he was getting fucked against the sink, the feel of his nails against his sensitive scalp, digging and clawing before tugging on a fistful of hair, rough and painful that it sent shivers down denji's spine— the adrenaline hummed in his veins, pulsating like fire as they huffed and gasped throughout a kiss that felt like a fucking chokehold that made it hard for him to breathe, but he's not pulling away from it. shit, denji didn't even know where to focus, eyes rolled back behind closed lids and so out of it. "bite me- hard" - a dangerous invite to an intoxicated mind with a raw desire to fuck his partner senseless (especially after stroking his ego with that compliment), and it might go down the path of 'terrible ideas' in their book once all the rush fades away and they're left to deal with the consequences, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't thinking about it already. hell, been thinking it the second he got close enough to taste the other's skin and inhale the erotic scent of his rut; it took every willpower he could squeeze out to refrain from making a bigger mess than they already had made, to further scar and bruise katsuki in ways he couldn't conceal behind his hero suit or casual clothes. ah, a bit too late for that, so bakugou can have fun wearing a scarf in this summer heat if he wants to hide them or he can learn to embrace them as trophies of his adventurous teen years — but since his beloved asked so nicely, how could he ever deny him or himself the honor?
there was not a single second wasted in doubt, blinded with lust, denji didn't think much about where he planted his hot mouth, nestling into the cozy curve of the hero's neck once again, edging closer to the throat— thick tongue pressing over a throbbing vein, feeling the rapid heartbeats and he could've sworn they matched his own in perfect harmony. he didn't need to force it, those sharp teeth pierced through the skin with effortless ease like they were meant to be; filling up his mouth with rich, intense flavor, and he ... swallowed. of course he did. what did bakugou expect will happen? fucking drunk out of his mind with the kick of energy, this might be enough to make him cum all over his boyfriend in this very moment because oh my god ... feeding while fucking might be a new thrill denji has found himself into. it takes everything within his might not to tug, careful to keep the bite shallow, and with a pleased sigh he frees the flesh from his grip, tongue drenched in red and salivating all over bakugou's shoulder in a glorious mess; looking less like a love bite and something more reckless. again, good luck hiding this one from your other teammates, kacchan.
the familiarity of their embrace was addictive. denji sucked in desperate, humid breaths through the haze, his hands digging deep into the strong, supple flesh of his boyfriend's waist as he worked his cock inside of him with mindless, savage desire. ] ... i-it gonna break. [ -is all the warning he cares to share, followed by a quick nod towards the sink and the way it barely endures under the weight of their fucking, the base isn't a five-star built that would accommodate the rich, it's an old facility, and this bathroom wasn't created to support the horny activities of two outsiders going at it— that's when denji's stopped and pulled out of the other boy with a sloppy pop, and let's say that was more painful for the half-devil than anything else. he grabs bakugou by the wrist and turns him around before crushing their lips together in another heated kiss, all while pushing him back a few steps to corner him into the closest wall. the impact had not only pushed the breath from his lungs, but it also caused a spike of arousal to shoot through every single nerve in his body. they're being a bit rowdy, and something (whatever the fuck that was) fell to the ground with a loud thud, bakugou's head probably struck the window's blinds, dimming the bathroom from those intense city lights, but whatever. so long as their dinner is still safe, nothing else mattered.
denji didn't stop, he shifts closer, using his knee to urge the other into spreading his legs a bit, hands groping his lover before— he hoisted bakugou higher against the wall with ease; he held that boy up, hands cupping his ass, and mouth attached to his neck, seeking that sensitive mark again and licking some of the blood. he let out slight puffs of air, waiting for those bare thighs to tighten around his waist, smirking as he pressed their sweaty foreheads together, lashes low. ] This is a better view ... [ he murmured, clenching his fingers on bakugou's ass hard enough to keep him in place, riding high on instinct and impulse. a rush of fervor takes over him, and leaning in to press wet kisses against the sweat-damp throat, the slick and slide of his aching cock found that all-consuming heat again, rocking his hips to find that oh-perfect spot as he started fucking that boy again. the heady, intoxicating musk of katsuki's skin is driving him mad; tight legs around his hips, arms around his shoulders, breathy gasps and moans echo between the bathroom's walls.
bakugou is a wet dream coming to life before his eyes; his cock glided through him without resistance, soft and smooth, tightening only as he rutted against a known sweet spot that triggered a sharp reaction from the other. he pulled that boy up with his strength, dropping him down on his dick at the same time that he thrust upwards, ramming into his prostrate almost every time. the sensation was overwhelming; unbearable in a passionate, pleasurable, masochistic way. he's quick to find a pace; a brutal rhythm that left no room for either of them to catch their breath, thrusts became erratic, fast; hiking bakugou's legs up and apart as he pounded into him. swollen, leaking dick untouched and bobbing against his stomach, he felt bad for leaving his partner in the cold, but he also trusts it would be taken care of in one way or another. the friction between their squirming bodies didn't leave it without any attention. the world narrowed in on them, blinding all his senses— denji wanted relief, and he wants it bad! he was reaching that high, and all he could think, feel, and crave was bakugou only. ]
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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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Date: 9/8/24 23:29 (UTC)You almost broke the bed- [denji is gentle. he's gentle as he holds him, gentle as he moves, even the burning heat of his most horny or passionate moments, there's a gentleness there katsuki can't deny. with his head hanging down above his braced forearm, all he can feel and hear is denji, blocked from sight by being behind him. he used to be embarrassed about sex, only letting his partner take him from behind, not wanting him to see the faces he made, but that inhibition vanished rather quickly as katsuki wrapped his arms around denji's shoulders and tangled his legs around his waist, eyes burning under the sight of his boyfriend's lust-glazed face above him. so many parts of him emblazoned in his memory, from the cut of his pelvic v pressing against the globes of his ass to the sensation of long thigh muscles rubbing at the backs of his own to the subtle shift of his foot nudging against the inside of his own as they brace together on the floor. they've come together so many times, so many ways, each of them with their own branded memory. from a first kiss to the time denji whispered intimate words in the middle of their tryst to the glow of sunset light spilling through the room's window and covering his boyfriend in liquid gold. times like those are when katsuki ends up looking over his shoulder if they're doing it from behind, just so he can see his lover and capture another shot of him in his mind.
so he finally lifts his head, red eyes hooded under the hanging shadows of his choppy bangs, and catches the reflection in the mirror. less of himself, but of denji above him, behind him, the way his hair swings slightly in a damp tangle of scruffy waves atop his brow. he does look a hot mess, lips hanging half open to show his sharp teeth, breath leaving his lungs in heavier exhales. katsuki sucks in a quick jet of air as strong hands grip his hips and suddenly haul backwards, pulling his ass flush against denji's waist and spreading the rest of his shaft inside him-] Fu-uck! [head thrown back, eyes clenched shut, mouth dropped in a half-choked shout of blissful completion and painful relief. it hurts so much at first, but that burning agony clashes with each meaty throb of denji's girth pulsing inside him, his blood and heartbeat thudding in his clenching grip. all he feels right now is denji and denji only. plugging in, his flesh melding with his own in an intimate connection that's just the two of them. if katsuki gives a shit about anyone hearing now, he isn't showing it. cracking his eyes open once more, finding denji's visage above his own in the mirror again. katsuki squeezes his hand on his boyfriend's hips, instinctively wanting to push him out yet doggedly curling his fingers almost to the curve of his ass to make sure he stays right where he fucking is.
until denji curls over at the waist and bends atop him, pressing his chest close to katsuki's back as the young hero arches up and shoves his shoulder blades and spine against the hunter's swelling pectorals. neither of them are breathing for a few seconds, leaving the bathroom in tense silence so thick, katsuki swears he can hear denji's pulse in his ears. before it all devolves into a cacophony of noise. gasping and grunting with each thrust, his teeth grit together whenever he has the muscle to do so, falling apart when he doesn't. denji's fucking him without pause, his concern at first melting away into the hard, sex-crazed pleasure he knows cores his boyfriend good and hard. fuck, even if he yells at him, it always turns into this hedonistic rush for both of them.]
S'cause... you're fucking big... Shit, Denji- [he's never going to get used to this feeling and never wants to, the sensation of denji's cock pistoning in and out of his ass. it feels amazing, blowing his mind each time once they really get going. the hero grips at the sink wall, fingers skidding and slipping against the tiles, other hand struggling to keep ahold of denji's droplet-glistening hips. his body squeezes hard around his boyfriend's dick, sucking him in and struggling to keep him there even as he pulls out for another thrust. fuck, right there- denji's heartbeat, throbbing in his shaft and beating in time all its own in his walls. it's one of the best parts of having sex. whether he feels it in his boyfriend's wrist, beneath his lips when he kisses his neck, against his chest as their pecs press together, or the throb of his cock buried inside his body. curses and moans punch out of his mouth with each motion, harder thrusts arching him up on the balls of his feet again as he tries his damnest not to climb right up on the fuck counter. denji pace evolves into something wild, earning a harsh yell as katsuki tosses his head to the side. he can take it, and better yet, denji can give it. each wet slap of his balls against the back of his own spatters his thighs with precum oozing out of his ring, keeping time with their thrusts in heady rhythm. sweat drips off his forehead and jaw, saliva leaking from one corner of his mouth to drip down his chin. harder, deeper, making him see white as his own dick slams hard against the solid washboard of his abs, mercifully not being crushed into the rim of the counter.
it's when denji frees one hand from his hip and plasters it to the wall with a resounding "thud" that katsuki rips his own hand from the same surface and frantically grabs onto his boyfriend's wrist. holding on, using that as an anchor to keep himself from getting driven chest first into the sink's bowl. denji all but mounts him from behind, chest shoving against his back and lips so close to his skin his breath scalds his flesh. fingers dig into the half-devil's wrist, holding on tightly despite katsuki's dangerous sweat leaking down his wrist and smearing along his skin. his ears flush hot red from the sound of his panting wind, he sounds so fucking lewd and amazing when he's in this state. katsuki chokes on a higher-pitched noise, embarrassing and lewd, as hips move to a new angle and denji's cock drives flush into his prostate. precum spurts into the air as katsuki's tunnel seizes around his boyfriend's shaft, almost cumming right there, but holding off in sheer stubborn want.]
Shu... shut up- ah! H-haa- GUH! [he doesn't want to look at him, he wants to look at denji, which is hard to do when he's getting fucked into the goddamn sink! but boyfriends have more privilege and demand, meaning katsuki's dragging his head up, ashen blonde spikes ruffling against denji's cheek and shoulder as he leans back to the boy pounced atop him. watching denji's flushed face as those sharp deep skim and caress over his neck, lips leaving sensitive trails as his bangs drag slick along his cheek. saliva drips down towards his collar from where denji's salivating on his skin and it's fucking hot. for all he katsuki bitches about cleaning up when they're done, getting messy in the heat of things is a massive guilty turn on. small marks, bruises, denji's leaving them, but there's something else... something about denji missing him in that husky voice that has katsuki's other hand abandoning his boyfriend's hip and reaches up behind him to shove fingers into that mop of sweat-damp shaggy hair. curling in to grip and grab, fingertips and blunt nails raking across his scalp as katsuki turns his head and finds his boyfriend's mouth to kiss him. spit and water drips down their cheeks, the kiss open-mouthed with tongues visible twining between their teeth in the clear air. making out with denji amid panting moans and hot gasps until they run out of breath and separate. denji missed him...] Bite me... Hard.
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Date: 9/14/24 18:50 (UTC)the hand on his wrist, the way bakugou reached for his hip as he was getting fucked against the sink, the feel of his nails against his sensitive scalp, digging and clawing before tugging on a fistful of hair, rough and painful that it sent shivers down denji's spine— the adrenaline hummed in his veins, pulsating like fire as they huffed and gasped throughout a kiss that felt like a fucking chokehold that made it hard for him to breathe, but he's not pulling away from it. shit, denji didn't even know where to focus, eyes rolled back behind closed lids and so out of it. "bite me- hard" - a dangerous invite to an intoxicated mind with a raw desire to fuck his partner senseless (especially after stroking his ego with that compliment), and it might go down the path of 'terrible ideas' in their book once all the rush fades away and they're left to deal with the consequences, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't thinking about it already. hell, been thinking it the second he got close enough to taste the other's skin and inhale the erotic scent of his rut; it took every willpower he could squeeze out to refrain from making a bigger mess than they already had made, to further scar and bruise katsuki in ways he couldn't conceal behind his hero suit or casual clothes. ah, a bit too late for that, so bakugou can have fun wearing a scarf in this summer heat if he wants to hide them or he can learn to embrace them as trophies of his adventurous teen years — but since his beloved asked so nicely, how could he ever deny him or himself the honor?
there was not a single second wasted in doubt, blinded with lust, denji didn't think much about where he planted his hot mouth, nestling into the cozy curve of the hero's neck once again, edging closer to the throat— thick tongue pressing over a throbbing vein, feeling the rapid heartbeats and he could've sworn they matched his own in perfect harmony. he didn't need to force it, those sharp teeth pierced through the skin with effortless ease like they were meant to be; filling up his mouth with rich, intense flavor, and he ... swallowed. of course he did. what did bakugou expect will happen? fucking drunk out of his mind with the kick of energy, this might be enough to make him cum all over his boyfriend in this very moment because oh my god ... feeding while fucking might be a new thrill denji has found himself into. it takes everything within his might not to tug, careful to keep the bite shallow, and with a pleased sigh he frees the flesh from his grip, tongue drenched in red and salivating all over bakugou's shoulder in a glorious mess; looking less like a love bite and something more reckless. again, good luck hiding this one from your other teammates, kacchan.
the familiarity of their embrace was addictive. denji sucked in desperate, humid breaths through the haze, his hands digging deep into the strong, supple flesh of his boyfriend's waist as he worked his cock inside of him with mindless, savage desire. ] ... i-it gonna break. [ -is all the warning he cares to share, followed by a quick nod towards the sink and the way it barely endures under the weight of their fucking, the base isn't a five-star built that would accommodate the rich, it's an old facility, and this bathroom wasn't created to support the horny activities of two outsiders going at it— that's when denji's stopped and pulled out of the other boy with a sloppy pop, and let's say that was more painful for the half-devil than anything else. he grabs bakugou by the wrist and turns him around before crushing their lips together in another heated kiss, all while pushing him back a few steps to corner him into the closest wall. the impact had not only pushed the breath from his lungs, but it also caused a spike of arousal to shoot through every single nerve in his body. they're being a bit rowdy, and something (whatever the fuck that was) fell to the ground with a loud thud, bakugou's head probably struck the window's blinds, dimming the bathroom from those intense city lights, but whatever. so long as their dinner is still safe, nothing else mattered.
denji didn't stop, he shifts closer, using his knee to urge the other into spreading his legs a bit, hands groping his lover before— he hoisted bakugou higher against the wall with ease; he held that boy up, hands cupping his ass, and mouth attached to his neck, seeking that sensitive mark again and licking some of the blood. he let out slight puffs of air, waiting for those bare thighs to tighten around his waist, smirking as he pressed their sweaty foreheads together, lashes low. ] This is a better view ... [ he murmured, clenching his fingers on bakugou's ass hard enough to keep him in place, riding high on instinct and impulse. a rush of fervor takes over him, and leaning in to press wet kisses against the sweat-damp throat, the slick and slide of his aching cock found that all-consuming heat again, rocking his hips to find that oh-perfect spot as he started fucking that boy again. the heady, intoxicating musk of katsuki's skin is driving him mad; tight legs around his hips, arms around his shoulders, breathy gasps and moans echo between the bathroom's walls.
bakugou is a wet dream coming to life before his eyes; his cock glided through him without resistance, soft and smooth, tightening only as he rutted against a known sweet spot that triggered a sharp reaction from the other. he pulled that boy up with his strength, dropping him down on his dick at the same time that he thrust upwards, ramming into his prostrate almost every time. the sensation was overwhelming; unbearable in a passionate, pleasurable, masochistic way. he's quick to find a pace; a brutal rhythm that left no room for either of them to catch their breath, thrusts became erratic, fast; hiking bakugou's legs up and apart as he pounded into him. swollen, leaking dick untouched and bobbing against his stomach, he felt bad for leaving his partner in the cold, but he also trusts it would be taken care of in one way or another. the friction between their squirming bodies didn't leave it without any attention. the world narrowed in on them, blinding all his senses— denji wanted relief, and he wants it bad! he was reaching that high, and all he could think, feel, and crave was bakugou only. ]