[despite his gruff demeanor, bakugou knows there's a change in view when you get closer to someone. relationships come with a risk, both a strength and a weakness. someone who looks like they're the strongest their is suddenly becomes someone you want to protect once you get involved with them. he's thought about that when it came to his feelings for denji. was he willing to take that risk? the answer's "yes" each time. because denji is worth it. eventually they'll have the conversation, bakugou's resolve bared and the half-devil's trauma revealed. and he'd reaffirm his determination to never end up as another piece of trauma laid upon denji's life. a positive experience. that's what bakugou has resolved to be for him.
denji's frantic questions about "how" they're going to get some relief just earns him a pair of red eyes rolling under angled brows before bakugou bites into the heated meat on the stick. there are three real options. one's being fucking QUIET in bed. the camper has sleeping quarters. it's not like they're all stuffed into the same quadrant. two's being the shower, since it'd muffle the noises, but would make it pretty damn obvious what they're doing to the others in the camper. three's going out into the desert and getting it on in the dunes. which is the stupidest option available... that's still an option.]
With my hand over your mouth and the other one down your pants.
[if it comes to that. and don't go blaming him on that stunt from earlier! you're the one that was making him touch your chest and then his own as a means of comparing pectoral sizes! not to mention messing with his shirt cause those horny eyes were lingering too long on his exposed torso. bakugou has no problem taking responsibility for groping denji's chest. he's not gonna be blamed for the other boy's hormones. fuck that. if it means he has to wrestle denji to the desert floor behind a nearby dune, then gag him while jerking him off, that's a price he'll pay without a damn problem. it's dark enough out there they don't have to go very far to have some privacy. visually. they'll have to deal with "audibly" on their own.
he rips off a piece of meat again, chewing on it as the heat and juices hit his tongue. it's certainly not chicken tasting. there's something more acrid and oily to it, not the watery kind of juice you'd expect. but desert bird isn't bad. at least it wasn't a fucking vulture or something. that said, much better than rations meat, no contest. his attention caught up in the food, bakugou falls into contented quiet beside denji. hey, the seasoning worked out well, even if limited.]
What do you think's out there? [indicating the desert.] It's probably some fucking burrowing worm or a desert siren.
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denji's frantic questions about "how" they're going to get some relief just earns him a pair of red eyes rolling under angled brows before bakugou bites into the heated meat on the stick. there are three real options. one's being fucking QUIET in bed. the camper has sleeping quarters. it's not like they're all stuffed into the same quadrant. two's being the shower, since it'd muffle the noises, but would make it pretty damn obvious what they're doing to the others in the camper. three's going out into the desert and getting it on in the dunes. which is the stupidest option available... that's still an option.]
With my hand over your mouth and the other one down your pants.
[if it comes to that. and don't go blaming him on that stunt from earlier! you're the one that was making him touch your chest and then his own as a means of comparing pectoral sizes! not to mention messing with his shirt cause those horny eyes were lingering too long on his exposed torso. bakugou has no problem taking responsibility for groping denji's chest. he's not gonna be blamed for the other boy's hormones. fuck that. if it means he has to wrestle denji to the desert floor behind a nearby dune, then gag him while jerking him off, that's a price he'll pay without a damn problem. it's dark enough out there they don't have to go very far to have some privacy. visually. they'll have to deal with "audibly" on their own.
he rips off a piece of meat again, chewing on it as the heat and juices hit his tongue. it's certainly not chicken tasting. there's something more acrid and oily to it, not the watery kind of juice you'd expect. but desert bird isn't bad. at least it wasn't a fucking vulture or something. that said, much better than rations meat, no contest. his attention caught up in the food, bakugou falls into contented quiet beside denji. hey, the seasoning worked out well, even if limited.]
What do you think's out there? [indicating the desert.] It's probably some fucking burrowing worm or a desert siren.