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Entry tags:
- !event,
- chainsaw man: makima,
- devil summoner: raidou kuzunoha,
- elfen lied: lucy/kaede,
- fate/grand order: okada izou,
- frieren: beyond journey's end: fern,
- genshin impact: wriothesley,
- gokurakugai: tao saotome,
- honkai star rail: dr. ratio,
- honkai star rail: march 7th,
- jujutsu kaisen: satoru gojo,
- jujutsu kaisen: suguru geto,
- jujutsu kaisen: yuji itadori,
- library of ruina: gebura,
- library of ruina: malkuth,
- limbus company: ishmael,
- lobotomy corporation: yesod,
- my hero academia: katsuki bakugo,
- overwatch: hana song (d.va),
- persona 5: goro akechi,
- persona 5: ren amamiya,
- sonic the hedgehog: sonic,
- spy x family: yor briar
TRAVEL LOG #1
TRAVEL LOG #1
ā¶ 001. A RUDE AWAKENING.
On the morning of the 15th, the Outsiders will hear an alarm sound in the early hours. No matter what youāre doing, the alarm will not stop sounding, and itās because theyāre playing directly into your oculars. If one is sleeping, they may even be roused by the spark of colors on their oculars dictating an emergency. After a few minutes of this, the following message will appear:
PLEASE REPORT TO THE DATAPORTAL AT THE TOKYO BRANCH AND BE PREPARED FOR DEPARTURE.
Following the success of the dataportal testing, the engineering department was able to fine tune its abilities and widen the reach of the portals. The portals can connect even abroad now!
Despite their best efforts, however, they cannot guarantee that the same symptoms wonāt appear, and ask all Outsiders who are utilizing them to practice caution. Additionally, through all their testing, they found that people who hold hands or make contact with others as they pass through will be hit with less issues.
PLEASE REPORT TO THE DATAPORTAL AT THE TOKYO BRANCH AND BE PREPARED FOR DEPARTURE.
"Captain Yamakawa speaking. Youāve done a great job in testing the data portals. Now that we are able to travel, we were sent a call for help in another city due to lack of personnel and resources abroad. You will be looking for evidence of a new kaiju around the rendezvous point. It may be a difficult journey, so prepare yourself. SYNTHIA will still be online to help you make it to the city. Report to the POD CHAMBER where we have installed an international dataportal and prepare for transportation."
Following the success of the dataportal testing, the engineering department was able to fine tune its abilities and widen the reach of the portals. The portals can connect even abroad now!
Despite their best efforts, however, they cannot guarantee that the same symptoms wonāt appear, and ask all Outsiders who are utilizing them to practice caution. Additionally, through all their testing, they found that people who hold hands or make contact with others as they pass through will be hit with less issues.
ā¶ 002. WELCOME TO LAS VEGAS.
When one passes through the data portal, they will see the refuge city of Las Vegas, Nevada, United States. Similar to Neo Tokyo, it is also rich in life and known as the city that never sleeps. Incidentally, it is also famously noted as a place of endless vice. The city is built up around a strip of land of roughly 4.2 miles. A vast majority of the city was built up over the wreckage of the old, and some fixtures were simply made new with whatever was left preexisting. The Mojave Desert has expanded towards surrounding cities, though it will take a vehicle to get there in a timely manner.
The city has no shortage of hotels and with each hotel, a casino. While Outsiders here are on a mission, thereās no stating they couldnāt participate in the fun of Vegas while LILITH crew begin their investigation. While some hotels will be clearly abandoned or less traversed, there is no end to all card tables and slot machines, all asking for your KRYPTOS.
The hotel the Outsiders are slotted to stay over the course of the next few days is one where they built directly over the hotels of the old. While it offers a decent place to sleep, itās not without a refurbished pirate themed bed, or the columns of what appears to have been from Caesars Palace. Is that a giant clown face staring at you in the room? Donāt worry about it. The hotel offers that this is the best place to depart into the desert from. For this mission, Outsiders may bunk up with whoever they would like, and each hotel provides two queen sized beds.
Excited to venture out into the city? Even under the threat of kaiju, the city doesnāt sleep. Outsiders may venture through the Las Vegas Strip and treat themselves to a fun night of drinking, gambling, shopping, partying and circle-style performances. The Grand Canal Shoppes, a Venetian-inspired high end mall, boasts a man-made canal with gondola rides for a fee, along with many retail outlets and restaurants. There are also numerous spas and carnival-style rides to enjoy. Las Vegas was once known as the āMarriage Capital of the Worldā, and in a world besieged by kaiju, the people donāt seem to think they have anything to lose. Outsiders may spot a few bride and grooms-to-be partying in the street.
(LILITH does not have a stance on whether or not Outsiders are permitted to get hitched as long as it does not affect their performance. )
The city has no shortage of hotels and with each hotel, a casino. While Outsiders here are on a mission, thereās no stating they couldnāt participate in the fun of Vegas while LILITH crew begin their investigation. While some hotels will be clearly abandoned or less traversed, there is no end to all card tables and slot machines, all asking for your KRYPTOS.
The hotel the Outsiders are slotted to stay over the course of the next few days is one where they built directly over the hotels of the old. While it offers a decent place to sleep, itās not without a refurbished pirate themed bed, or the columns of what appears to have been from Caesars Palace. Is that a giant clown face staring at you in the room? Donāt worry about it. The hotel offers that this is the best place to depart into the desert from. For this mission, Outsiders may bunk up with whoever they would like, and each hotel provides two queen sized beds.
Excited to venture out into the city? Even under the threat of kaiju, the city doesnāt sleep. Outsiders may venture through the Las Vegas Strip and treat themselves to a fun night of drinking, gambling, shopping, partying and circle-style performances. The Grand Canal Shoppes, a Venetian-inspired high end mall, boasts a man-made canal with gondola rides for a fee, along with many retail outlets and restaurants. There are also numerous spas and carnival-style rides to enjoy. Las Vegas was once known as the āMarriage Capital of the Worldā, and in a world besieged by kaiju, the people donāt seem to think they have anything to lose. Outsiders may spot a few bride and grooms-to-be partying in the street.
(LILITH does not have a stance on whether or not Outsiders are permitted to get hitched as long as it does not affect their performance. )
ā¶ 003. TROUBLE BREWING.
Itās normal for fights to break out with so much alcohol being passed around, but something ā¦ isnāt quite right with some of the locals here. Outsiders who keep an eye open might notice people acting erratically, and not just from being intoxicated. There are people ready to pick a fight from just being looked at, people falling into despondent sadness and lethargy, people wandering mindlessly and people becoming distressed from seeing things that arenāt there. Ask the locals and they will tell you these cases seem to be popping up more often the past week.
The most concerning of all are the stories of people disappearing completely. One little girl will tell you she cried as she saw her mother mindlessly walk into the desert, as if called by a voice no one else can hear. There are many other accounts of this happening. In fact, all the people acting erratically seem to disappear within a few days ā¦
Outsiders may interact with civilians who are acting erratic and aggressive, but asking questions they may receive answers that do not make sense, are perverse and inappropriate or may trigger aggression. Any Outsider to gets into a fight and is severely injured may report to a local hospital here and will find they are pretty packed with other civilians acting strange, hurting each other and themselves. Certainly, this was the main cause for concern that got LILITH's attention anyway.
The most concerning of all are the stories of people disappearing completely. One little girl will tell you she cried as she saw her mother mindlessly walk into the desert, as if called by a voice no one else can hear. There are many other accounts of this happening. In fact, all the people acting erratically seem to disappear within a few days ā¦
Outsiders may interact with civilians who are acting erratic and aggressive, but asking questions they may receive answers that do not make sense, are perverse and inappropriate or may trigger aggression. Any Outsider to gets into a fight and is severely injured may report to a local hospital here and will find they are pretty packed with other civilians acting strange, hurting each other and themselves. Certainly, this was the main cause for concern that got LILITH's attention anyway.
ā¶ 004. FOUR FOR THE ROAD.
Within a day or two, the Outsiders will once again be called to action by a blaring notice in their implant.
YOUR VEHICLES ARE PREPARED. ASSEMBLE OUTSIDE THE CITY IMMEDIATELY.
When they gather at the location provided to them, they will find a fleet of armored campervans waiting for them. Each campervan comes equipped with beds, a kitchenette, and bathroom facilities, and will fit about 4 people. Within the campervans, they will find desert-appropriate attire designed to protect them from the scorching sun. These campervans also come with some basic artillery such as a mounted machine gun. There are also supplies in the form of water bottles and MRE ration packs.
Those who have driven large vehicles in the past are encouraged to take the driverās seat. If the group does not have any driving experience, they will be given a crash course on driving recorded by the man himself, Seok Dang. (He probably shouldnāt be doing this with the stunts heās pulled, but the Commander does not have any time to be teaching anyone driving, and Seok Dang volunteered so eagerlyā¦)
If it eases anyoneās worries, the campervans are armored and highly shock resistant, so they should withstand a crash or two.
(Those who finish his course and successfully drive 100km while supervised will receive an international driving license.)
YOUR VEHICLES ARE PREPARED. ASSEMBLE OUTSIDE THE CITY IMMEDIATELY.
When they gather at the location provided to them, they will find a fleet of armored campervans waiting for them. Each campervan comes equipped with beds, a kitchenette, and bathroom facilities, and will fit about 4 people. Within the campervans, they will find desert-appropriate attire designed to protect them from the scorching sun. These campervans also come with some basic artillery such as a mounted machine gun. There are also supplies in the form of water bottles and MRE ration packs.
Those who have driven large vehicles in the past are encouraged to take the driverās seat. If the group does not have any driving experience, they will be given a crash course on driving recorded by the man himself, Seok Dang. (He probably shouldnāt be doing this with the stunts heās pulled, but the Commander does not have any time to be teaching anyone driving, and Seok Dang volunteered so eagerlyā¦)
"Listen. If youāve ever handled a āā before, the joystick is exactly like that. You gotta tug it, but not too hard. Gently, yeah, like that, thatās the path to ecstasy ā¦ "
If it eases anyoneās worries, the campervans are armored and highly shock resistant, so they should withstand a crash or two.
(Those who finish his course and successfully drive 100km while supervised will receive an international driving license.)
ā¶ 005. THE HUNT IS ON.
With everyone settled into their campervan, the large scale road trip begins. LILITH has a general idea of where the biggest energy signal is located for the rift and they will feed the coordinates to the Outsiders. The journey will take about a few days into (and around as LILITH is searching for both people & the source of the rift energy) the Mojave Desert, and Outsiders will be permitted occasional rest stops to give drivers a break and to investigate the terrain. The terrain itself is a harsh desert, with cacti and small local fauna abundant. (Those not wanting to eat ration packs can take this time to hunt the local fauna such as birds, lizards and desert foxes.) While there is nothing else around, observant Outsiders may notice signs of human life - footprints in the sand, a shoe or torn piece of clothing being left behind, and even the odd human carcass being torn apart by vultures.
The logical conclusion would be that those missing humans have been here, and the only thing left to do is find them ā¦ but Outsiders and civilians aren't all that lurk here, and time will tell what lies beneath the desert surface ...
The logical conclusion would be that those missing humans have been here, and the only thing left to do is find them ā¦ but Outsiders and civilians aren't all that lurk here, and time will tell what lies beneath the desert surface ...
ā¶ 005. AFTERWORD.
Welcome to our very first travel log! Each campervan will accommodate anywhere between 3-5 people, with 4 being the ideal and 5 being a squeeze. Players are encouraged to connect with each other to fill up a van but the mods will not be enforcing it. If you need help finding roommates, there is a FIND A ROOMMATE header below that you can make use of.
If you'd like to test your gambling luck, we also have an IC SLOTS HEADER for you to comment to for you to see how well your character does at the slot machines. This is entirely for fun, and of course you are always welcome to have your characters winning or losing at the slot machines as much as you want in your prompts so long as they aren't winning jackpots.
Following this log, all characters who have purchased style upgrades will receive an update to their chip enabling them access to desert attire and popular styles within Las Vegas.
All tags on this log are worth 2 points.
If you'd like to test your gambling luck, we also have an IC SLOTS HEADER for you to comment to for you to see how well your character does at the slot machines. This is entirely for fun, and of course you are always welcome to have your characters winning or losing at the slot machines as much as you want in your prompts so long as they aren't winning jackpots.
Following this log, all characters who have purchased style upgrades will receive an update to their chip enabling them access to desert attire and popular styles within Las Vegas.
All tags on this log are worth 2 points.
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it would truly shine a light on plenty of underlying, repressed anxieties that he is dealing with. the main reason denji is drawn to that boy from the beginning is because he came out as someone worth the blind trust. bakugou never lied to him, and he won't feed him dreams he never plans to make an effort to achieve ā it would be best for that minor inkling of suspicion not to grow within denji's damaged heart. if he could understand the true meaning behind 'i won't die' and the symbolism behind it, it would further secure their bond because he would know what the hero truly meant. it's important, maybe not right now since they both seem to have moved on from it, but it's a conversation that should be added to the list of priorities; which is something bakugou will likely acknowledge when he learns more about the guy he decided to be romantically involved with. he will understand the trauma response of denji being more protective and fearful at the same time. bakugou, as a friend, was a badass, unbreakable war machine. bakugou, as a loved one, is still as badass but breakable. he's instantly more human, more fragile in his eyes ā and yes, that would piss the hero off to no end, even when it didn't mean he's viewing him as weak. not at all. it's just ... he knew the pain that would shackle him if he ever ended up repeating history and dealing with another loss. when they were teammates, it was a level of grief denji could handle. but now? they're in it too deep, too personal, and too real. it would fucking destroy what little mental stability the half-devil has left.
so, don't fucking blame him if he's a bit - skeptical. denji learned the hard way to be cautious over carefree. he'd rather be overbearing on the hero than watch him get hurt.
he squints at the laughter, then wrinkles his nose at the words afterward. is this a night full of untruths and stressful sexual discoveries?! it sure is. ] How?!! We don't have any privacy around here. You can't even piss in peace without having someone hear you. How are you gonna deal with it?! I can't even deal with it myself.
[ the bathroom is an option, or that's what he thought until he noticed when it's quiet enough in the van you can hear someone in there or the water running, totally not fitted for quickies or one pleasuring himself. bakugou underestimated how much denji had put effort into finding a way to make this work but, alas, he knew he had to suck it up and wait until they return to their ugly-ass hotel room in vegas. this might give a hint on why denji was a bit mindful not to be touchy-feely with his boyfriend, and no- it's not because he respects bakugou's privacy and how he dislikes PDA. fuck that. it was more of him trying to keep his hormones from rioting until he was free to do whatever. a kiss here and there is fine, they had enough practice to build denji's stamina, but this stunt earlier? damn you, hero!
annoyed, denji chose to take a bite, mind still loaded with everything until his teeth broke through that crispy skin, sinking deeper to taste the soft flesh underneath and -
snap. the irritation wilts away, the expression easing down, relaxing his shoulder as he chews his first bite. it's so juicy, beautifully seasoned and even though it's burning hot, it was worth the pain. yet, denji makes a mental note to slow down so he can truly savor it. ]
Mm, it's good ...
[ bakugou was right about one thingā eating those birds will be a juicy delicious mess. they will need to clean up afterward. ]
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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.
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Damn, I didn't know you'd risk it all like that. But- [ with a shrug, since bakugou brought it up ... ] I'd prefer your mouth over your hand.
[ just saying. for future references and all, not that he's pushing for tonight. if it happens, it's fine, but denji would rather not stress the other out over something so pitiful. when the opportunity is right, or the desire is too intense, he'll slip under bakugou's blanket, throw it over their heads, and go with the flow. what will it be? soft cuddling with an awkward boner, dirty foreplay, or say 'fuck it' and go all the way? we shall see. he's happy to munch, rip on flesh, and lick the juices off his lips while trying to maintain some etiquette. denji managed for a while but it was all over when bakugou heard a loud crunch. is this guy eating the bones? oh yes he is.
he hums, cheeks full, as he glances towards the open, endless space before them. it's too dark, too quiet and denji won't be surprised if something is staring back at them as they dine. perhaps hungry over the delicious aroma of cooked meat, or maybe it's more interested in the creatures foraging on them. who knows? anything is possible. ]
Whatever it is ... it likes feasting on humans.
[ the footprints they found along their drive seemed recent, otherwise it makes no sense for them to be as visible when the strong winds of the desert can obscure their marks. denji noticed some carcasses along his walk earlier too, inwardly groaning because of course why else would Lilith bring them here? but so far there are no monsters around. it's been too chill; a bit suspicious. it's why he's hoping bakugou would be so kind to make him some tea later. a bit of caffeine to help him stay alert for the rest of the night. ]
I'm more amazed by the fact some civilians chose to explore the desert willingly. Aren't they kinda asking to be eaten?
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at least until denji shatters that restraint.it's not that denji's pushing him to analyze shit; bakugou's doing that of his own volition because he's a responsible person. and maybe because he's the reason the half-devil has a boner in the first place. if denji was going to protest more seriously, he wants to have a plan in place, or at least options to offer, to make sure that happens. not like he thinks blueballing it is comfortable for any guy. bakugou doesn't think denji's a burden, even if his sex drive can be fucking ridiculous... boyfriend perks.]How the hell am I gonna make sure your mouth stays shut down there?! [his voice drops to a hiss to keep this conversation as private as possible, face already flushing redder from the sheer implication.
he'll take the future reference. bakugou shoves the conversation to the side for a bit so he can work on the food at his mouth. doesn't mean his thoughts aren't wandering those possibilities. denji's remarkably stubborn and persuasive when he wants to be. but getting it on in the camper when everyone else is potentially in earshot? fuck, is he even able to do that? it'd get denji a roar later on for being so fucking brazen. yet it might happen if the guy goes for it. he'll take pains to keep quie-
*crunch*
bakugou tenses up and flicks his eyes to denji, just in time to see a jagged piece of bone sticking out of the meat. what the fuck? he just crunched right through that?! ugh, guess the half-devil's eaten worse or tougher things. bone doesn't have blood though, so does that even work for his "fuel" or is it just for enjoyment/nutrition? calcium deficit.]
We don't know if it's eating them. [though the other alternatives to being food are not good dinner talk ideas. bakugou returns to his fowl, biting into the breast and pulling the chunk away with a turn of his head. if denji wants him to make tea tonight, he'll get it without much grouch. especially since he guy is taking the full night watch.] I don't think any of them went willingly. That girl in town said her mom wandered off. Other people just vanish. We haven't seen any exploration equipment either.
[no canteens, no traveler cloak or clothes... just civilian pieces, some fresh enough to be targeted by vultures, which a carnivorous creature wouldn't have left if it were luring food.]
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when bakugou lowered his voice like the timid king he is, denji barked a loud, playful 'huh?!'. with a smug grin, he glanced at his partner expecting a smack to the head for that one, and in a heartbeatā his expression softened into one of fondness; a bit caught off guard with catching bakugou's blush. jeez, it's unfair how handsome he can be at times. denji stares down at his hands, aware of how dirty they are from going mad with his dinner, his lips and chin are not any better. with that, denji ends up leaning in and squishing his cheek against the other, closing his eyes and brushing skin to skin; like a feline expressing affection. there! a smooch. ]
I'll bite down on my lip so hard. Don't worry, hero.
[ that won't work but it's good to have some confidence! denji already knows what he will do anyway. since he would be up all night, he figured he'd sneak into bakugou's bed in the early morning, and allow someone else to take the watch so he could enjoy an hour in bed with his sleeping boyfriend, and then just be super creative with waking him up. of course, startling someone who went through an actual war might not be the smartest approach in life ā but, it's a risk he is willing to take.
oh, bakugou didn't know about denji's habit of eating anything and everything organic - even if someone dropped their food on the dirty floor, or drinks, licking the surface until he utilized all the food within sight. well, more fun lore for bakugou to discover one day.
he listens to the explanation given to him, recalling what that girl told them and if the creature's tactic in hunting its prey is by luring them into the wilderness, this gives an impression it might be small in size, or too wimpy to riot in the city like the other ones they faced. hmm, what if it somehow persuades denji too? he should be worried, and yet - another crunch. he then flops on the other boy's side, gently banging their heads together, more annoying than cute. ]
Okay, but ... I hate when we have to investigate shit. It's better when they jump at you so you can get it over with. We should just go back to the city of lights! You and I haven't really lived the Vegas experience yet. We should be young and free ... listen to music, dance, and do things we're not supposed to do.
[ basically, be actual teens. ]
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WHO'D YOU FUCKING CALL A TIMID KING?! this is private and he's not letting someone else hear about it, dammit! the loud bark and grin earn denji a fiery glare from the blonde. yeah, he would've smacked him on the head, but he's got bird juice on his hands and doesn't want denji's hair getting in his mouth. bakugou tries to get the damn blush off his cheeks, sinking his teeth into a drumstick and putting his attention on the fire instead of denji's handsome face. only to grunt in surprise, face flaring right back up again, when the half-devil opts to nuzzle him like that instead! dammit, denji! don't get all catty on him like that! it's making his heart race (in the good way) and no doing a damn thing for the possible issue in his pants.]
I'm not worried about anything!
[he will totally us his hand to clamp it on denji's mouth even if he's the one down there between the blonde's legs. sex aside, bakugou will be glad to wake up beside his boyfriend, knowing he at least got some sleep during the night. unless the half-devil sees fit to just lie there awake for an hour and decide for himself to be the explosive hero's alarm clock... denji's gonna have variable results depending on how he opts to wake bakugou up. RIP the campervan if he does something stupid.
there's a difference between claiming the five-second rule (for something not wet) and biting through bone itself. it's not like there aren't uses for bone. boiling them for soups and stocks, powderizing them for calcium additions, even snapping them to suck out marrow. but straight up eating them? ... these aren't little fish bones, denji.
bakugou's concern about the potential siren lure is there, but considering they've traveled for a few days and have yet to encounter anything like that, no outsider wandering off or driving a campervan in another direction, it's possible there's either no threat o that sort of lure, or the creature(s) is smart enough to avoid tangling with prey it deems too strong.]
Oy! You wanna stab me or something? [don't bang his head with yours when he's working on a bird bone! not that he's actually shoving denji off or anything. it's cooling down in the desert fast, so the warmth is appreciated. bakugou listens to the whining beside him, chewing another piece then swallowing it down. the half-devil has a point...]
If we go back and they jump us, all those people are endangered. Like this, we can take them out without damaging the city. Unless you wanna have your Vega experience with claw marks and fucking kaiju bodies thrown through buildings. [that last part's given with a leering grin just to pull denji's proverbial chain.] We can end these bastards quickly, then go back and enjoy ourselves.
[but bakugou's not gonna do "things we're not supposed to do" even for you, denji.]
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denji is already done with his bird, biting through a few tiny bones and hanging crispy skin. fucking delicious down to the last taste. he rolled his eyes to the side, listening to bakugou's answerā not surprised that all he thinks about is saving the folks and ensuring they end the mission with minimum damage to the property. the rules are endless; he's always careful about other things but his own safety. he'd complain, but his partner was smart enough to end it with reassurance that they will have time to enjoy themselves. that grin, while it was hard to 'see' it from where he was resting his head on the others, he could certainly hear it in bakugou's tone. hmm. ]
Did I ever tell you I was in love with the Bomb Devil Hybrid?
[ was that random? maybe. yet, he can't help but compare how both held the same destructive power, one that everyone fears, and then we have bakugou going above and beyond to tame it. he grabs a napkin and attempts to wipe his hands clean, not that it would do much but it's something before he will excuse himself for a quick shower. truth is, denji didn't like talking about his life back home and found no reason to open a conversation about it, but this? he likes to believe despite everything that happened between him and reze ā meeting her is something he would never regret. and, it's kinda endearing he's falling for someone who holds the same perks. ]
I fell in love. She made sure I did and then shit happened, and ... I can promise you I know exactly what it would feel like to be killed by your quirk. I've been killed many times and I can honestly say this might be one of the top ten worst ways to die. It's a brutal force. [ he paused, reflecting a bit. ] I guess I just wanted to say that I'm still surprised ... at how you made people feel safe around you. When I was fighting her, it truly was a power fitted for a devil from hell. Yet, when I fight by your side ... all I see is a hero people will cheer for.
[ bakugou seeks perfection in every possible way; denji has learned this about him, and while he finds this an exhausting way to go through life, it is also admirable. despite his boyfriend excelling in many ways, controlling this insane strength is worth respecting the most. he's certain many people have complimented bakugou about this, this isn't something new, but denji felt he should express it at least once. from someone who'd seen the horrors of it, he hoped his words would be taken more than mere praise.
ah, the napkin is sticking to his greasy hands and denji groans. he needs to wash it off with soap and water, or he should just go and shower instead. he pulls himself to sit up now, lips curling up, eyes tired as always but content. ]
I can say more mushy things but I'll spare you.
[ he still needs bakugou to make him some tea, ya know .... ]
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oy, it's not all he thinks about. when the topic turns to the potential kaiju and the battle, he thinks about a lot of factors, including the civilians, collateral damage, and wrecking the shit out of the monsters they're hunting. when he first started u.a., he hadn't given thought to the damage he did with his quirk during a battle. aizawa-sensei quickly scolded him for that, something bakugou took to heart despite his grumpy response about the reprimand. but compromising denji on battle vs having a city to return to for later entertainment? not that hard.
just... did not think the conversation would turn to this topic.]
No?
[is it polite to talk about a past crush or past love with your current boyfriend? bakugou wouldn't know; he's never had a boyfriend before. but it's about denji's past, and he's piqued, mostly because there's a "bomb devil" involved and that's kinda cool. does that mean denji's attracted to explosive people? who knows. the half-devil's been pretty quiet about his past, so getting a glimpse into it is intriguing. denji mentioned relationships before, but not "falling in love" before. bakugou didn't know the guy ever had.
the rest of it is a lot to take in. multiple topics to consider, to respond to, all that shit. he wants to talk to them all, but isn't in the mood to do return a lot either. denji summed up pretty damn well and bakugou's left in thought for a while to let it digest before responding.]
I'm nothing like her. If I ever get brainwashed or influenced against you, either get someone else to help you knock me out or tie me the fuck up. You know how my Quirk works.
[if denji can immobilize his hands or even get bakugou's hands strapped against his own chest or face, that'll more or less shut him down, provided the half-devil can handle the rocket ride the former decision will result in. on the one hand, he doesn't want to fight denji, to "kill" him even if he can regenerate from a lot. but on the other hand, he trusts his boyfriend has enough knowledge to take him on, with or without aid.]
Any power can be used for good or bad. People end up trusting the person wielding that power more than the power itself. [his eyes linger on the fire.] It's why I think you're a hero too.
[just like chainsaw man was seen as a hero for a time in denji's world, despite wielding fucking chainsaws, a staple of fearsome power in horror flicks or zombie films. even in neo tokyo, the outsiders are seen a force of defense and protection despite many of them using dangerous powers or abilities. bakugou knows denji can control his own power well enough to use it as he wishes, rather than the other way around. but that what really matters is what he does with it. it's one of the reasons he thinks denji has a heroic heart, even if said heart is damaged and traumatized in many ways.]
Tch, sap. [yet his tone of voice and the look in his eyes indicate bakugou's touched by denji's words. they landed a fair mark on his feelings. and while he's still a little... ummm, about knowing denji had a girlfriend before, that's a conversation he might never bother returning to for both their comforts.] Thanks, Denji.
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if bakugou brought up the 'ex-crush talk', it wouldn't be an uncomfortable conversation because the half-devil knew the answer on the spot. yes, he is easily persuaded by a kind smile and warm touch, plenty of crushes along his miserable life, terrible sexual experiences, but that's all to it. denji did have a few secrets he'd like to keep for himself but nothing that involved him thirsting for someone else. he could see the mild change in bakugou's expression, an odd shift between taking the praise well yet still being a bit off over something. denji raised a brow, staring, waiting ... and nothing.
hmm. is he going to push? no. they both share a mutual understanding of not forcing a confession out until they feel ready for it. whether that's a good tactic or not, it's up for question. it left denji unsure if he said something wrong, after all. he shakes it off, or tries, idly reaching out to scratch his cheek only to be rudely reminded of his sticky fingers. ugh. he was too busy thinking of bakugou and forgot about them. this is nasty. ]
I could've been sap-er! [ okay, enough jokes. denji sighs, lowering his gaze. ] You're welcome. I meant it ...
[ just in time, their teammates finally noticed their dinner was ready and they were approaching them. a good opportunity for denji to pull himself up, nodding towards the van; silently informing bakugou that he would head to shower, and get ready for his night watch duties. he'd probably need to borrow a jacket as the temperature continues to drop and is fated to get really chilly, get dressed properly for anything. he stood up, patting the dust off him as they all indulge in small talk about their mission and other updates. denji lost interest too fast, unbothered to be part of this, side-eyeing bakugou to take the lead since he is more suited for putting the pieces together and collecting insight.
once he's free, denji will justā slip away from the crowd, making his way toward the van. ]
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but he won't be the one to dredge out secrets from denji's past. those are for the half-devil to bring up when he feels comfortable enough to discuss them. so he focuses on the broader aspects, wanting to affirm denji has nothing to fear from him, and that reze made her own choices in the end, regardless of her power. the same as each of them go. pressing the other boy for more isn't something he wants to do right now. not when they're comfortable and full.
bakugou snorts in amusement when denji rubs at his cheek with a greasy finger. it leaves a glistening line on his skin and the blonde's tempted to lean in and use his tongue to clean it up- ... fuck! people! these bastards have to arrive now of all times?! bakugou glowers at their teammates, spared from denji getting sappier, but robbed of his chance to get closer.
at least he got to hear that quiet i meant it from the other boy before the noise came. there's plenty of food to go around, so long as no one's greedy. he nods back to denji when their eyes meet, giving him acknowledgement of going in. however, bakugou's certainly not one for dealing with all this chatter and talk. meaning that only a minute or so after denji's in the campervan and getting ready, the door opens and closes and bakugou walks into the area. a quick scan tells him that they're alone. and with everyone else out and eating... he grabs his own towel and knocks on the bathroom door.
hey, it might be a tiny shower, but he's betting they can fit together. and he's not quite done talking to denji yet.]
Open up. I'm getting in too.
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when he's alone, it's another story ...
denji heads to the bathroom in the van, a small space but oddly not cramped. it's not designed to be shared for two people at once, though, which explains the minimalistic structure of splitting the space between the sink, the toilet, and then a few steps into the shower space. the area is spotless, one of the major perks of sharing space with sanitary freaks like bakugou, aki, and megumi. he grabs a pair of clean clothes before locking the door behind him, noting this might be his first time using this spot without hearing the chitchat of others in the background. not sure he likes the total silence, especially when he's still wondering if he said something wrong back there. why did bakugou look a bit conflicted? was it because he compared him with the bomb devil? hmm. he gets how this might be offensive to a hero.
by the time he hears a knock, denji has just finished brushing his teeth and is now flossing them clean after all the bone munching. a blink, he heard bakugou's voice behind the door calling for him, and ... damn, he escaped that gathering this fast? heh. without another thought, denji twists the handle in a loud 'click', holding it wiiiide open for the other to come in ā totally naked, with the floss string hanging between his sealed lips. this is fine around bakugou and nothing shocking about them being shameful between themselves. nevertheless, this dumb guy fails to acknowledge they're in an open van and anyone might walk into a full dick show. put a fucking towel on before opening any doors, you!
with yelling or no yelling, he'd wait for bakugou to get inside before locking them both in. fuck, the cool breeze over his fully exposed skin was annoying as hell, he can't wait to warm up under the hot shower now. ]
You got bored of them already?
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oh he's aware the bathroom isn't for two people. that it's going to be a squeeze once he gets in there. that's kind of the point now that they have a bit of spare time all alone. hey, technically one person could stand in the shower while the other one uses the sink. with a towel over his shoulder and his footwear left by his bed, bakugou's not taking up a lot of space as he knocks on the door of the bathroom. that said, this plan is a little risky and they can't waste a lot of time as it is. get in and get out is the object of the game. and he's taking responsibility for what happened earlier at the fire.
haa?! did denji really think bakugou would let himself get shackled to those extras?! he already spent plenty of time out there catching and cooking the damn things while they sat inside and rested. they can do the clean up now while he gets freshened up from the work. and if he just so happens to want to steal away some time with his boyfriend in the process? bakugou instantly scowls when denji swings the door open without a care in the world. buck ass naked. he looks like he's got a fucking noodle hanging from his teeth too. no wait- that's dental floss. good to know you got nice hygiene, ripcord pecs. LUCKILY no one else is in the fucking van or bakugou'd be yelling at him for giving them a full frontal.]
Put on a towel before you do that. [he's still gonna growl at him as he slips inside the tiny space. yeah, this is cramped immediately. a heady 'click' behind him is all he needs before bakugou gets down to stripping out of his clothes quickly. one arm presses against denji's shoulder a few times, encouraging him to head into the shower.]
Wasn't gonna waste my time out there. I got something better to do. Turn the shower on, Ripcord Pecs.
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denji will have to, somehow, get over it. huff. ]
Heh, alright. [ bakugou walking in hot, already shoving him around and spitting orders as always- it seems nothing is weird between them and maybe he can finally dismiss those lingering doubts. denji squeezed himself through the side, planning to switch on the warm water but got distracted as his boyfriend started stripping off his clothes. it's just an innocent appreciative glance, very normal, very predictable from denji. he ended up hitting the back of his head against the glass door and he grunts in mild ache. ouch. with an annoyed pout, he regained his focus and switched the handle; setting in the desired temperature and water pressure, waiting for it to warm up. now more relaxed, more like himself, since bakugou is no longer mad at him and life is good again ā denji proceeds by disposing of the used floss inside the bin. a quick glance at the mirror, flashing his teeth and then nodding in approval. all clean. ]
Well, I'm sure they appreciate the dinner you prepared for them. You don't need to entertain them further.
[ he turns to face his partner, reaching low to help him strip off his pants and other garments he had in this new desert gear. it was an easy touch, no rush or high nervesā his lips curled up, expression soft. he eyes bakugou for a second, then returns his focus to the work of his fingers. ]
... You know you can talk to me about anything, right?
[ he's not pushing to any specific topic, more than happy to keep in an open declaration. while he does value how they had mutual respect for their privacy, denji understood he is unlikely to know every single detail of his boyfriend's life, and that's fine. being in this city is their new chapter and whatever happened in their own worlds shouldn't matter (even when it does fucking matter a whole lot), alas ... denji wanted to be clear. ]
I'll do that same, too. Just saying.
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of course, if he spots someone leering at denji in a crude way or making a deliberate amorous move on his boyfriend, bakugou's going to straight up murder them. splatter them all over the fucking wall. hell yeah. his denji.]
Tch. [there's nothing weird between them. denji doesn't need to beat himself up over something that never happened. it'll give anyone a slight "huh?" when you talk about someone you used to love, and bakugou even more so when denji said reze was the bomb devil. his inferiority-superiority complex definitely piqued at the knowledge, but he shoved it down and focused instead on what he and denji have now, not what was in the past. his clothes hit the bathroom floor one after another, stripping down without much fanfare or any purposeful teasing. that slight "clunk" makes him look over just in time to see denji rubbing his head from the impact.] Pfft. Dumbass.
[he doesn't know why, yet denji's little flash of teeth in the mirror to check himself is adorable. something so simple, so normal for a boy who should be anything but with the life he's led. bakugou wants denji to have plenty of "normal" moments. not everything has to be battles and learning, right?]
They better. They can catch their own food if they don't. Clean up duty's on them.
[bakugou lifts his arms and stretches his shoulders as he lets denji tug his pants and boxer brief's down. he steps out of them after they pool around his ankles and into his boyfriend's space, quietly walking him backwards into the shower. naked, warm water, close proximity, once more sharing the other boy's intimate company. talk about anything, huh? bakugou's not entirely surprised to hear that sudden statement. he reaches up and rests his hand on denji's chest, deliberately cupping the same pectoral he squeezed outside. no squeeze this time, only a calm touch.]
I know. [he's not good with talking about some things. a lot of things, actually. but talking about some of those with denji, knowing he can, is a silent boon he's not sure the other boy knows how special it is. bakugou leans in and kisses him, eyes closed and going up on his toes because this bastard's got 4Ā½ inches on him.] Is there something you want to know?
[though that's going to be a challenge because bakugou has other plans for this shower. and that includes starting to lower down denji's body, mouth and hands exploring and washing over muscle, definition, and skin as he goes.]
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the water hit a perfect temperature as they stepped under the strong stream, and denji was glad it didn't take too long. it brushed through his skin and warmed him up, taming his curls a few seconds later and relaxing his muscles. back to bakugou ā he didn't think much them sharing such tight space aside from them multitasking and saving water, he assumes? not that they are strangers from showering/bathing together since they started being more intimate. however, if bakugou pulled this stunt somewhere else, somewhere more private, the jazz music would've started playing in the back of denji's head and he'd see it as an opportunity - ready to bring out the charm and see if his partner would match his mood. but, nothing about this goddamn van would make him believe anything would happen. the thin walls and the easy access to anyone to walk in all lean towards a big fat 'nope' from the hero, so needless to say ... the kiss? was sending denji some wild mixed signals.
.. !!
uh, that wasn't ... a cute smooch on the lips. no, he knew a simple 'good morning' or 'see you later' kiss that's pure, sweet and nothing more to it. this one, as brief as it was, was leaning toward the spicy side. a bit. it's the type that made denji go 'oh', eyes fluttering wide and oh so confused. is this a test? is he teasing him? is bakugou really on a mission to awaken the boner that was finally tamed enough to be dismissed? what is happening? and then he had the audacity to ask if denji wanted to know something about him while smothering his hot mouth and touching him all over, all wet and naked, pressing up against him, and andā
the half-devil knew his face was heating up, shoulders stiff, losing focus. he raised his hands, tempted to return the favor but he was also unsure of what bakugou had in mind yet, it would be off to get in his way. are they merely exchanging kisses or mild foreplay? he can't tell!!! he closed his eyes, exhaling a sigh, trying to keep his voice low as he relished every kiss and touch he could get. ]
Are y-you trying to give me another boner?
[ yeah, he couldn't think of a serious topic when bakugou was this close to him; head empty. they can 'talk' another time, not when he's having another sexual crisis. ]
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better to drive denji under the water and get all cleaned off while stealing a bit of personal private time between them. doing something like this in a place that's "risky" compared to a locked hotel room or one of their rooms in the everlight dorms should be a straight "fuck no" from bakugo. and yet, as the water pours down over them and sluices over the definitions and dips of his musculature, he's leaning in and kissing denji with one hand gripping his chest. mouth, chest, erogenous zones he's well aware of how they affect the other boy. if it turns on that stupid jazz music, well keep it in your damn head, ripcord pecs. is it really mixed signals if he's doing this for the guy he likes? willing to bend some of his own usually-rigid limits because he knows denji's going to get off on this. especially since he was the one that gave the guy a semi-hard-on out there.
that kiss wasn't meant to be some shitty greeting kiss. chaste and quick traded for intimate and deep, with lips lingering long enough to trade water and tongue pushing between rows of clean sharp white teeth to tangle with the slippery muscle in denji's mouth. all the while deliberately pressing naked against his boyfriend's body and driving him flush against the shower wall. hearing that little breath of surprise and seeing the confusion on his face shouldn't be an endearing turn on... but it is. like hell is bakugo ever going to let denji predict him 100% of the time. guess it is hard to ask anything he wants when denji's breath is caught in his throat and bakugo's mouth is busy with the other boy's body.
breaking the kiss, he nips at denji's lower lip, then starts descending. biting at his chin, down the column of his throat for some kisses and licks (avoiding hickeys for now), to the lines of his collarbones where he digs his tongue into the dips behind them, and lower on his chest, hands trading pectorals for obliques as bakugo starts to mess with denji's muscles. he lazily grips the ripcord between his teeth and leans back enough to draw it taut, the triangle dangling just shy below the corner of his mouth.]
Uh-huh. So get it up quick cause we're not taking forever in here.
[yeah, this is a quickie, pure and simple.]
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it's what they always say, yet denji is acknowledging it's not out of dismissal, it's because they are two young teens who are sharing a lot of exciting 'firsts' with one another; it left no room to think of the past with all that fixation, not when he found himself getting lost under bakugou's attention and company. when he's with him, it's hard to think of anything and anyone else. when they're together it's a chance to try something different, so maybe that's why they haven't thought of anything else or found the rush to dig into deeper discoveries. maybe it's okay. maybe they shouldn't rush this.
the jazz music? is jazzing right now because bakugou is back to grabbing his chest and bringing back that odd yet terribly slutty excitement of being manhandled this way. hell, he never even touched himself like that so one can imagine how insane this must be for someone like denji; only bakugou can turn him on while making him feel conflicted about himself. (or, maybe that's why it's so sensual? yikes.) ah, they're kissing again, this time he didn't act like a lost pup and returned the intensity, parting his lips and relishing the freedom to kiss that boy in a way he thought he wasn't allowed to during this long ass trip. he hums, sighs, and tilts his headā hands reaching down to grab into the other's waist, then up his sides, the curve of his back, kneading into his muscles while bringing their bodies closer. shit, are they really going for this? it was such a spicy, bold way to break the strict laws of dynamight but he won't fucking complain.
okay, there is something different. something new(?). the warmth of bakugou attention on him was almost dominating; he found himself unable to react fast enough, too overwhelmed with the way he couldn't predict where his boyfriend would kiss him next, where he would touch him, and all while being cornered against the wall, and - god. what the fuck is wrong with him? he couldn't think. he couldn't breathe, face burning up as everything jumped from 0 to 100 real quick and just like that. then, he pulled away and denji exhaled heavily and made the biggest mistake of glancing down and seeing the way the cord swayed close to bakugou's chin; a flash of his teeth, the bite, the daring tug, an inch away to triggering a gruesome combust. okay, listen ... this has to be some hidden, unspoken rizz for devils because denji couldn't explain why this stunt always ends up driving him to the edge, with zero percentage of failure, and to have bakugou using his fucking mouth is just- ughhhhh ♥ ]
It's up! [ he barked. yup, there is no modest way to admit such defeat. ] It's up and has been up since fucking yesterday!
[ not that his boyfriend needs any further evidence when he could just feel it. but, for the sake of honoring their first quickieā he grabs bakugou by the jaw, leaning in and smothering their lips together with the cord trapped between the heated kiss. his other hand squeezed lower between their drenched bodies, working his fingers around his boyfriend's cock, less of an attentive touch and more of an impatient 'come on. get it up, too'. ]
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sucks for denji bakugou's quickly learning where his boyfriend's erogenous zones are. now he knows what to avoid if they're getting a little frisky sometime, and what to go for when he really wants to jazz his man up. (and no, he'll never fucking say that out loud.) denji's not the only one in this pair who can manhandle his partner; bakugou gets a small thrill at feeling denji's response to being groped and pinned. good to know. he wants to kiss him again, but too late now that he's descended onto his chest and messing with his ripcord. not low enough to avoid denji's hands from groping at him as well. bakugou shifts his body into the other boy's touch, muscles hardening and flexing beneath his fingers when he grabs for his waist, sides, and drags his fingers over the wet definitions of the hero's back. a low growl rumbles through the ripcord when denji starts kneading his back like that, especially the upper part with his shoulder blades and trapes. fuck... considering the recoil of his quirk often exits in that area, a massage there is a good way to put bakugou face down and still real quick.
fuck, denji looks amazing when he's flushed like that, tawny eyes wide and mouth hanging half open in arousal and shock. heh, figured using his mouth on that dangling cord would get a reaction from him. bakugou almost laughs as his boyfriend breaks into a panicked yelp to his command. yeah, he definitely feels it's up. good and hard and up. (don't be a drama queen, ripcord pecs.) yet he leans into the kiss, not minding the cord between their lips. a low groan rumbles out as denji reaches down enough to grip at his dick, already rising and thickening in arousal from the make out and grinding. but he only gives him a few seconds before bakugou breaks the kiss and starts lowering again. yes, he lets go of the cord.
knees spreading on either side of denji's own, his cock slipping out of his grip, the blonde mouths his way over his boyfriend's abs, admiring the toned definitions there with his lips and tongue. he spends a small time on his stomach, taunting him physically over that comparison of their builds earlier. tongue playing between the groves of denji's stomach muscles and digging into the divot of his navel. before finally ending up on his knees in front of his boyfriend. bakugou reaches between his own legs and starts rubbing his cock, working it to full hardness as he looks up at denji and leans in. completely skips his erect cock and instead sucks one heavy ball into his mouth to start playing with him.]
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despite his lack of confidence in himself, denji is also very much attentive when it comes to this boy. it's no secret the half-devil is very touchy, whether it's an attempt to be more sexual or just a random act of affection, he'd use his hands a lot. almost as an excuse to keep himself grounded, to remind himself he's sharing space with another living body, and while it started more as a selfish expression of marking his territory, he's slowly shifting that fixation into following bakugou's reaction to it, wondering what he likes and dislikes. massaging his back and shoulders? noted. if it's something his boyfriend enjoys or needs after a long day, he'd make sure to offer it to him. at times he'd do it not to get something out of it, a simple expression that he cares for him beyond sexual favors. but, let's be real, 98% of the time he'd want to get his dick wet. give him time. he will grown up eventually.
bakugou pulls away, again, denji finds himself leaning in, trying to follow those lips, unsure why his boyfriend is focused elsewhere. he'd watch him move lower, scoffing at that little jab of their chest size comparison, in which he rolled his half-lidded eyes in a playful acceptance. he thought that was the purpose of being deprived of kissing him, and there was a split second in which he almost pulled his partner back up, butā ah, he's down on his knees? in a very questionable posture, and that's when his heart started playing the jungle drums, lazy eyes growing a touch wider, more alert; a firey flush paints his cheeks.
no fucking way.
then bakugou leans in, mouth open, sucking on the sensitive skin with his hot breath, lips, and tongue. denji felt a jolt rush up his spine, and he couldn't stop that gasp from slipping out, too loud already and he didn't give a fuck at the time. another heavy exhale, he then curls his fingers into a fist and brings it up to muffle himself from exposing them too soon. he will never fucking forgive himself if bakugou decided he's being too noisy and stops, so he will bite his hand until it bleeds if he has to! denji's shoulders visibly tensed, pressing his back against the wall and trying his best not to move too much. it took him a few seconds to regain some composure, and then there it was - that shitty, devious smirk of his; all squished behind his knuckles.
this time he was conscious of his voice, kept a low tone. ] ... Did I ever tell you how much I like you?
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bastard's got a damn sex drive that's too high. it's like years of pent-up sexual fantasies are suddenly released now that he has an outlet for those sexual things. ironically with another guy rather than the girls denji used to profess were his 100% attention. bakugou's at least stopped teasing his boyfriend about that part. it's nice knowing the guy pays attention to his likes and dislikes as well, a mutual respect growing between them as it has been since the start. that's one of the reasons denji gets away with being more physical with the prickly blonde; he knows when to give bakugou his space when he needs it.
now's not the time for space. he said out by the fire he'd just use his hand, but if he's gonna give denji a quickie, he's gonna blow his fucking mind for it. apparently literally, considering bakugou's on his knees in front of denji, hands resting on the arch of his hip and the side of a sleek thigh. leaned in, head tilted, tongue playing with the orb in his mouth as he sucks at the rounded organ in its smooth sac. denji's breath rushes into his mouth audibly and there's a low hum from the blonde beneath him in amusement. weren't expecting that, huh, ripcord pecs.
with everyone in the camper gone for the time being, they've got a bit to themselves, though bakugou's not going to stop denji from trying to muffle himself. he rocks a bit to pull on his sac, gently stretching the tender skin taut between dick base and his own teeth. then opens his jaws and lips enough to lets the ball slowly squeeze, pass, and slip out with a lewd "pop" that's washed away in the water. there's something really erotic about denji bracing his feet and legs on the floor so he can shove his back against the wall like that. as if bakugou's skill will drop him flat on his ass.]
No. [denji has, yes, different times in different ways, but bakugou's being a dick as he leans in and licks his way along the other boy's sac again.] I'm not planning on letting you talk though. [this time, he takes both orbs into his mouth at once, sucking on them and using his tongue to roll them around in the moist, heated cavern. soft skin mushing around with his balls and stretching against his tongue as he plays with them. red eyes peer up at denji from under the rod of his dick, watching his expression, his actions, how his body responded. yeah, he's gonna make a mess out of this boy.]
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not just any other guy, he truly snatched the best of the best, didn't he? let's say how it all started between him and bakugou wasn't the most romantic approach; a disaster of a confession and the only redeeming part of it that didn't blow up their friendship is it was ... genuine. yes, he was a greedy bastard with terrible choice of words, but an honest one who also understood if he didn't clarify his intentions, he could risk losing someone important to him. a gamble that paid off, but it didn't mean he would be lucky pulling such a curve on bakugou again. and to give him space when he needs itā that's something he learned along the way. denji can pick up on it from the brief, unamused glance that comes his way when the hero is not in the mood for his endless sexual desires, or if they had a bad day at work and that alone gives denji the impression that bakugou would like to take it easy that night; that's when he wouldn't push and allow his partner to rest. they are both learning, it's a process that requires a bit of work.
denji was quick to lose that smirk; he shuddered, breathing out a heavy moan that was too fucking embarrassing to hear himself do it within the bathroom walls. as bakugou kept killing him with those endless teases, he slaps his second hand over his mouth; the heat of his blush spreading all over his face. the sound, that wet, naughty soundā fuck! bakugou's eyes on him, the confidence in every lick, suck, and touch of his hot mouth was so sexy. the fact he went for his fucking balls like that is enough to make him want to bust all over that gorgeous face of his. he takes in a breath, then another, chest rising and falling with each oneā he didn't want to lose. he wanted the freedom to say whatever he wants. dote on him until katsuki barks a 'shut up!'. he wants some control but he's ... losing it.
he dared to spread his fingers, just a bitā he then licked his dry lips, trying to compose himself. it just got more intense, more overwhelming. he squeezed his eyes shut, biting down on his lip and moving his hips, silently coaxing the other for some relief over his throbbing arousal that was yearning for attention. how could something so torturous feel this seductive at the same time? okay, calm down ... he forced his eyes open, just halfway, lashes low while staring the other down with a lovestruck smile. ]
... n-not even to beg?
[ asshole. he will smother him with gross lovey-dovey confessions later when he's more sober. he can't think right now. katsuki fucking took him out in less than two seconds. ]
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denji looks really good when he's red as a beet. bakugou runs his tongue across the twin orbs in his mouth, tracing over the round of one, the little crevasse between them, and the second right after. then sucks again, dragging on the entire pouch as his lips reach the base of denji's dick. a surge of arousal and pride run in his mind when his boyfriend covers his mouth with his hand, far too late to shut off those embarrassing sounds as his balls get played with over and over. he could have gone for his dick, but the lower choice is getting this reaction and it's amazing. then draws back, slowly releasing some of his sac as he lets denji's balls slide in his mouth but not allowed past his teeth just yet. it makes a slightly awkward angle of his neck, but the heat of his boyfriend's shaft resting against his face, where he can see it twitching between his eyes, is amazing.
time's not their friend here and bakugou wraps his fingers around denji's cock, feeling his shaft and the thrum of blood in his veins. gripping, squeezing, testing the hardness a few times before he even dares to give a few slow jerks up and down. is he going to overload his boyfriend with this? sure, if that's what happens. no apologies there. as denji moves his hips, bakugou stills his hand, letting the boy thrust into his grip on his own as he hums in his throat. vibrations travel through his mouth, teeth, and tongue, into the twin balls trapped inside his maw. red eyes remain blazing on the tawny gold above him once they open again, ashen blonde brows furrowed a bit in focused interest. he can't really answer that question, so instead, bakugou simply writes "quietly" on his boyfriend's stomach with his free hand. they can't make a lot of noise or take too long. thumbing the head of denji's dick, he sucks again, then releases his balls with a a duo of lewd pops.]
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that's when denji tugged, not hard enough to trigger pain but to get the other's attention. he then eases the pressure a touch, to keep their position sustainable and to discourage bakugou from forming a more effective retaliation. the half-devil is thinking between heavy exhales, considering, scheming, yearning - he always had that look when he knew he shouldn't entertain a certain thought but also loved the fact he shouldn't. there is something awfully delicious about pushing bakugou's boundaries, but he likes to blame this on this guy who knew how to rile him up with the snap of his fingers. he didn't even start and denji is all over the place.
tempting. oh so tempting ...
and then, denji opens his mouth, somewhat sticking his tongue out with a twisted smirk; a vulgar gesture of 'suck my dick, katsuki'. hey, if they're communicating in silence now, denji is happy to play alongā and he'll be good. no, he won't demand more. not here anyway. there are times when he can corner this boy but he's is learning not to bite the hand that feeds him. with that, he eases his grip on the blonde hair some more, but does not release him, he has no intention of doing so. with another shift, denji dares to move his hips forward, teasing the tip of his cock against those wet lips, never once breaking their gaze on one another.
he decided to consider this as endurance training because fucking hellā bakugou has never looked this appealing and irresistible in all his life. ]
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red eyes narrow as that tug on his hair sends a jolt down his spine. he stops jerking denji off and glares up his strong torso, balls now slipped from his mouth and lay resting against his panting lips. what the hell's going through that mind of his? shaggy hair plastered over his forehead and eyes, water draining down his body and mapping out contours and lines bakugou's eyes take occasional wanders over. he's got that look in his eyes, a mix of teasing and thoughtful when the half-devil's trying to decide whether he's going to risk his life or give in when it comes to the explosive hero. bakugou deliberately presses the back of his tongue's tip against the back of his upper teeth and flicks it "hard" at denji's sac, slapping his nuts in a petulant manner. they swing slightly between his thighs, a lazy pendulum pair. he's not going to give him long to think...
tch- brat. bakugou gets the message loud and clear. does that asshole know how good he looks flicking his tongue out like that? all lewd and requesting. he should out-stubborn him, but... time. and there's a blunt head nudging against his lips, pushing them apart slightly to bump against his teeth. precum glazes his lips a few times before bakugou abruptly drops his mouth, rounds on his hips, and bites-! ... no, he doesn't bite hard, but that fake chomp might've given denji a brief shock. he closes his mouth and lips around his boyfriend's dick and starts sucking, keeping just the head in his mouth as he bobs back and fort on it. tongue circling around his glans, digging along the underside, playing with the oozing slit, and lapping at the gentle flare of his crown. back and forth, back and forth, sucking noises muffled by the shower spray as he moves. he'll slowly start taking him deeper, uncurling one finger at a time just to really bug him.]
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now he can return to enjoying his boyfriend and being pampered in such an erotic way during their desert trip, or that's what he thoughtā until bakugou fucking bit him. he bit him! on the dick! that alone justified the loud groan that slipped out of the half-devil's mouth, and he recoiled, so close to yanking on the hero's hair to pry him off from further assault. brief shock, my ass. that was aimed to stop his heart completely! he hissed 'what the fuck?!' behind sharp teeth, glaring down at the menace between his legs. however, it seems bakugou was aware of his vices and had a plan to ease the tension, soothing the aching skin with naughty lips again, taking in the tip inside his wet mouth, and - oh.
ah. that pain was quick to turn into pleasure.
he kneads on bakugou's scalp again, easing the grasp before throwing himself back against the wall, head tilted to the side as the wet bangs slide over his forehead, staring at the boy with barely open eyes. god, this view. this fucking view and the maddening sensations of that skillful tongue of his are quick to make denji lose himself. he moans, less embarrassed this time, shoulders all tensed. fuck. he's quick to bring his free hand up to cover his mouth, eyes squeezed shut. bakugou's damn fingers are still on the way; denji wanted them fucking gone and for that boy to take him all the way in. ]
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