[ 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: 9/14/24 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. ]