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: 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. ]