TRAVEL LOG #1

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TRAVEL LOG #1

CONTENT WARNINGS: potential mentions of drugs, suspected mind-control, alcohol, and gambling, gore.

▶ 001. A RUDE AWAKENING.

On the morning of the 15th, the Outsiders will hear an alarm sound in the early hours. No matter what you’re doing, the alarm will not stop sounding, and it’s because they’re 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.

"Captain Yamakawa speaking. You’ve 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 won’t 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.

▶ 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, there’s no stating they couldn’t 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, it’s 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? Don’t 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 doesn’t 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 ‘Marriage Capital of the World’, and in a world besieged by kaiju, the people don’t 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. )

▶ 003. TROUBLE BREWING.

It’s normal for fights to break out with so much alcohol being passed around, but something … isn’t 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 aren’t 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 …

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.

▶ 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 driver’s 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 shouldn’t be doing this with the stunts he’s pulled, but the Commander does not have any time to be teaching anyone driving, and Seok Dang volunteered so eagerly…)

"Listen. If you’ve ever handled a ▄▄ before, the joystick is exactly like that. You gotta tug it, but not too hard. Gently, yeah, like that, that’s the path to ecstasy … "

If it eases anyone’s 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.)

▶ 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 … but Outsiders and civilians aren't all that lurk here, and time will tell what lies beneath the desert surface ...

▶ 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.

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[blastedass]

[denji's gonna give bakugo an even bigger head if goes on about the best of the best. why the fuck should the blonde disagree with that? even if how they got to where they are now wasn't the "traditional" way people would expect a couple to come together, the feelings are no less true, despite still getting worked out in that awkward, earnest way. bakugo's desire to never be a bad experience with denji ended up fueling even more than that. impressed by his loyalty and genuinely coming to care about the other boy even if he knows there's a lot of "fucked up" in his boyfriend's past and mind/heart. doesn't matter, because the best way to work on "fucked up" is to not add more "fucked up" on top of it. each time he sees denji wearing a gentle smile, feeling that affection come through in his eyes, voice, or touch, knows that strong heart under there is beating alongside his own, it comforts bakugo. more time, more opportunity, more ways to help him and be with denji. while he hasn't said it, falling asleep beside the half-devil has been a pleasant experience, once he got used to it.

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.]

[nutkick]

[ when bakugou glanced up to him, drenched under the warm water, with his hair sticking to his skin and perfectly complimenting the mild blush on each cheek, and then add to the mix the way he had his mouth full and— yeah, he wanted to fuck him as hard as he can in that instant. he didn't want a handjob, he didn't want him to suck his dick either. he'd very much would love to force bakugou up on his feet, shove him against the wall, and fuck him dirty. the temptation was getting to him, poisoning his senses. denji reached down to flex his fingers through bakugou's hair, tracing over his scalp before they curled, grasping a fistful, squeezing, and then relaxing again; back to kneading gently. he shifts a bit, working his hips against his boyfriend's hand and loving every second of it; the combination of his hot mouth and the pressure over his arousal is oh-so-good he couldn't help but moan again, this time unbothered to muffle it. but, he wants more.

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 along— 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 hell— bakugou has never looked this appealing and irresistible in all his life. ]

[blastedass]

[they're not fucking. bakugou's not about to risk that far just yet, as having two mouths to shut up is better than one. besides, denji's flustered and frustrated appearance is giving him an ego stroke. he feels how needy his boyfriend is as his cock jumps inside his fist and his balls swell and churn inside his mouth, both wanting all that "more" bakugou's not letting him have right now. peach cheeks deepening red, his lips open as panting breaths ghost through whenever denji doesn't have his fist up there to bite on, tongue occasionally peeking out between sharp teeth, the half-devil looks all strung-up and debased. fingers wander through his hair, earning a visible shiver from the blonde as his shoulders harden beneath water-drenched skin. if denji thinks he's going to be able to yank his head off and demand something more, he's going to get teeth on his balls. the gentle kneading alternating with desperate fisting drags a low growl from bakugou's throat, tongue flicking back and forth over the twin orbs he has trapped inside his maw.

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.]

[nutkick]

[ the silent debate between them is not meant to be this enticing, yet he loved ... loved the threat behind that glare of his. he would never voice it out, but he kinda finds the hero's short temper and spice (at times) super attractive, especially when it's directed at him. hmm, is that normal? he's not talking about the cases when bakugou is genuinely furious with him, but the small barks and jabs can hit the right 'this is turning me on' sensors at random spots. it was not fun to control it since he knew it might backfire on his ass if his boyfriend is not in the mood to be sexualized, but hey— he'll learn one day. right now? denji has every right to sexualize him. it was a whole conversation without the exchange of words, of denji expressing how fun it would be to give their van buddies an earful of them going at it, while bakugou threatens him not to dare with that sting of a flick. right, that got denji to flinch and raise the white flag. if he's honest, it's hard to negotiate with someone's fucking teeth are so close to sensitive parts.

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 thought— 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. ]

[blastedass]

[it's not hard to convey exactly what his thoughts are despite his mouth being completely busy right now. bakugou narrows his eyes and furrows his brow, glaring up a promise of death if denji dares to make any damn lascivious noises for other people to hear. there's a reason they're in the fucking shower in the first place! this is a sneaked-in quickie, dammit! it pisses him off how that playful side of his boyfriend shoves a rush of arousal through his body when he tempts fate like that. yet, seeing denji smile, hearing him laugh, knowing he's having fun with something, is a very hard expression to dismiss. guess the half-devil gets boyfriend privileges after all. so long as he's not going to make a big conversation out of it, since bakugou's got his mouth working on the blonde's dick and no one's supposed to know they're in here in the first place, getting off in the shower meant for one person. if it's going to be a compromise, trading his balls for his cock, then denji can do his part and keep his fucking mouth shut. or at least muffled... he looks hot biting his knuckles or cupping his mouth with his hand, flushed cheeks peeking over the side.

heh, there's a guttural sort of grunt deep in bakugou's throat. hell yeah he found that reaction funny! don't freak out, he didn't bite it hard and even if he did, he's not the one with sharp teeth! doesn't sound like denji's complaining though. that sticky groan crawls out of his mouth despite the frantic way he almost yanks bakugou clean off his dick by his hair. if that was enough to give denji a heart attack, he's a pretty flighty fuck. what the fuck? heh. the half-devil gets a middle finger against his thigh even as bakugou gets to work sucking on his tip. licking around the places his teeth just grazed as he spreads his hand over the blonde's thigh and massages his upper leg. or cops a feel, whichever denji thinks.

the fist in his hair melts into fingertip grazing around his scalp. bakugou braces himself slightly when denji rams his back against the shower wall, accidentally causing the blonde to dislodge the hand around his boyfriend's dick. tch, whatever. he grabs onto the arch of his waist instead, feeling over smooth skin, supple bone, and the start of his ass cheek. red eyes lid halfway as he takes more of denji's shaft into his mouth, letting his glans push against the gently-ribbed surface of his palate and smear precum there. before running his tongue up the underside of his arousal and flicking at the little delta between his head and shaft. sometimes sucking hard enough to hollow his cheeks, other times opening his mouth and panting as he bobs on denji's cock and lets his tongue do most of the work. his boyfriend looks fucking beautiful like this, head tilted to the side, bangs tousled and wet as he tries not to arch up on the balls of his feet. bakugou begins to take him deeper, halfway now as he closes his lips, applies his tongue, and starts sucking harder. this time, a groan adds to it, vibrating from his throat into his mouth and tongue, into denji's dick with a low rumble. cupping around the side of his leg to hold onto him, just in case the half-devil's legs give out.]

[nutkick]

[ the middle finger and inaudible glee for being a menace are just — shit, how can an attempted murder on his dick be this fucking sexy? a part of him wanted to have the last laugh and push the other around. that's their game, push and pull, until — until bakugou grabbed him by the waist, with those fingers no longer in the way and he swallowed him whole, and it was game over. bakugou had the last laugh and he won. the perfect knockout, whether it was intentional or not. this is where the real challenge begins. the challenge of keeping your mouth shut because denji is messing up already, and unlikely to recover. their only hope they finish before someone returns to the van.

bakugou was ruthless with that mouth of his, an absolute beast, barely giving his boyfriend a chance to recover and get used to the sensation of his cock being smothered with undivided attention, only to strike with something unexplored, doubling the intensity and driving all his senses into disarray. denji was a mess; a loud, needy, intemperate mess; head lost in the clouds of the highest sexual pleasures known to man. he wouldn't last long and he didn't care to last long, all he wants is— is seize bakugou's by the hair again, hard enough to secure some balance as he moves his hips forward. a tentative thrust, not out of experience but chasing blind intuitions, careful not to trigger a gag reflex, slow, and ugh - the thought of fucking that sensual mouth is hitting all the right spots. denji forced his eyes open, barely catching a visual of the boy between his legs, watching his hard cock being devoured with such eager lust. how deep can he take him? how far can he fill him up? to the back of his throat? and when their eyes meet, in the most scandalous posture he had ever been or seen bakugou in, one thought screamed the loudest and of course - of course, he would spit it out. ]

I wanna ... see you touch yourself as you suck me off ...

[ it's not a whisper, nor is he being too loud either. it's a breathless, horny demand of someone who isn't lucid anymore. in theory, it would be hard or nearly impossible to have a visual of the hero's hand pleasuring himself, but watching the flush on his face, mouth full of cock, and the muffled moans would be enough to drive him off the edge. not that denji had a lot of stamina left. fucking hell, everything was too good, too fast, too intense and he was barely keeping himself together. bakugou being conscious of the other having a bad case of weak knees is smart as hell, because yeah ... denji is struggling to keep himself glued to the wall at this point. ]

[blastedass]

[cause he's not really trying to murder his dick. otherwise he would've chomped it a lot harder or snapped it in his fist. way worse off. instead, he's letting go of that throbbing shaft in its entirety and going down on denji completely. if this really is a game of back and forth, then bakugou's in it to win it, just like every challenge he comes cross. the added bonus here being knocking his boyfriend onto his proverbial back with the sensations. time's not on their side, so if he's able to add an element of surprise to get denji off, that's easily done. he wanted to make him wait a bit longer, take him down one finger uncurled at a time, but someone had to be a sexy bastard and force his hand. and his mouth.

fuck, denji's being loud and that's what bakugou was trying to avoid. he can't reach his mouth with his hand either, down here on his knees like this. curse those extra inches between them. better start hammering away on his resolve, grab onto those nerves and give them a rush so hard, it'll make the half-devil's legs want to buckle beneath him. he can use his mouth like this too, not just for shouting at people. teeth grazing gently on the tender skin stretched taut and soft over his hardened shaft, tongue pressing to the throbbing underside as he cups his shaft with the slick muscle, lips gripping around the root of his cock and alternating between a tight suction and loose stroking, all coupled with the back and forth bobbing motions as bakugou sucks on him with varying strengths and wetness. letting his saliva leak over his dick or swallowing the melange of precum and spit, it makes a mess of his boyfriend's arousal either way. when fingers fist in his hair and denji starts to move his hips, he stills enough to give him control over the pace, a low hum vibrating through his mouth and tongue into the blonde's throbbing length. he doesn't let him shove it in all the way, hands still plastered to a thigh and hip, still wanting to be he one in control of experimenting with deep throating him, but it feels good regardless, to have his boyfriend chasing his pleasure.

denji makes a demand that's lust-stupid and bakugou isn't even gonna address it with an attempt. his red eyes burn with arousal as he drags his fingers over his boyfriend's stomach, spelling out the simple "no" right on his abs. he's not gonna contort himself just so denji can get a look at him jerking off while he blows him! the shower wouldn't allow that in the first place. his head and body are in the way and denji's just gonna have to deal with it as bakugou reaches between his boyfriend's thighs and starts messing with his balls again while he sucks him off. his other hand remains vigilant about the half-devil's legs, waiting to catch him if he ends up buckling under the sensations. another time, denji can watch. when bakugou's on his back and denji's fucking his mouth upside down with the hero's body stretched out beneath him. if denji can stand to watch that sight alone without giving into the desire to suck him off too... hey, he knows his boyfriend's got a lot of horny thoughts about them.]

[nutkick]

[ 'a lot of horny thoughts about them' is an understatement that denji had no desire to express out loud because he knew that had little charm into it, especially for someone like bakugou. that little rejection almost made him whine because that would've been the perfect fucking visual to have right now. it's so perfect, denji couldn't believe the hero couldn't see the vision of it. it's— it's frustrating! it left him frustrated but in a good way. it's the type of frustration that makes him look forward to something, motivates him out of spite. a silent promise to himself that next time he should make bakugou so damn intoxicated with pleasure, so blinded, so damn lost- that he wouldn't say no to any dumb idea he might spit out in the heat of the moment. wouldn't that be a dream? to ruin him to that extent? gosh. he wants to do that so badly.

it sucks bakugou beats him into it because if anyone is so high and in sexual bliss it would be the half-devil right here. honestly? his boyfriend can ask him to do anything and denji would do it. this small open window of 'your wish is my command'. he didn't care what a crazy idea it would've been, he's that far gone. it’s all a mess of sensation; denji's fingers dig into the skin of the other boy's scalp, still not as aggressive but firm, as the insane pleasure soaks in the bone-deep groan of contentment as he steadily fucks into his mouth. denji is clenching, blindly using his free hand to grab into the wet, slippery wall, as if attempting to keep himself from losing balance; too full and too desperate to feel the fear of being made so entirely vulnerable. bakugou didn't stop, not to even catch his own breath— fuck.

any ounce of composure left inside of denji filled, compressed, consumed, and something bursts and surged inside him without any warning, and there was an ardent pressure wrapped around his dick that no willpower could withstand. oh god, he tugged on those golden locks again— a silent warning, but nothing slipped out of his mouth in time. shit! he comes, hard and gasping; his knuckles are white and his legs shudder, weak and near useless if it wasn't for his boyfriend supporting him. the pressure slowly thins, and eases the last of it out of him. he doesn’t recall closing his eyes, but when he opens them, still flustered and gasping for air, he knows the sight that awaits him will be divine.

a part of him knew he kinda fucked up for not trying to pull away on time, right? but - he trusted bakugou was able to see the warning signs before he would fill up that sensual mouth of his. ]

[blastedass]

[he's not going to ask about denji's fantasies, kinks, thoughts, any of that. mostly because bakugou's smart and knows his partner well enough to avoid getting smacked in the face by an overwhelming flood of pervert. affectionate pervert, but pervert all the same. he's not sorry at all about the rejection, making denji wait this time. he's not gonna contort himself in this position just so the half-devil can watch his dick! nah, the other boy can focus on getting his dick sucked, the feelings that shoves into his hips as bakugou holds onto his thigh and plays with his balls. he's not the patient type either and would make demands of what he wanted as well. but stubbornness runs thick in his veins. if he says no, he's pretty damn good at making sure he means it. denji's gonna have his hands full if he wants to make the hero so doped up on pleasure, he accepts whatever idea pops out of his boyfriend's mouth mid-sex.

though it feels, looks, and sounds like denji's the one getting drugged up right now. good thing bakugou's mouth is full so he's not gonna be asking the other boy to do crap. bobbing his head, using his tongue on the sides and underside, teeth occasionally grazing over the sensitive skin, suction dragging at his shaft, what of it's in his mouth because he's not deepthroating denji this time. save it for later. besides, asking his boyfriend to promise something while he's this strung up on horny is stupid. how the hell would he even remember what he agreed to? bakugou's not someone who'd take advantage of that and be okay with it. denji's picking up his pace, thrusting into his mouth as the hero sucks and pulls on him in time with his boyfriend's hips. the sensation of his balls slapping against his chin is a lewd encouragement. it'd be amazing to suck him to the point of his knees giving out, but that'd be interruption in a space they really can't pull that kind of thing off in. his eyes lid as he goes back down on him, debating on whether he's gonna take it in his mouth or on his face. denji's choice? not this time.

heh, of course he feels it. a low groan rumbles in his throat and mouth as his boyfriend's shaft thickens and hardens in a telltale pulse, just before bakugou pulls off and denji's fingers fist in his hair with a hard tug. his cock springs free of his lips into the spray of shower water bouncing off the half-devil's chest and bakugou winces in pleasure and slight "annoyance" as denji comes hard. hot wet thick splatters across his face, lancing into his hair and glazing atop his eyelids and cheeks, a few streaks landing on his open mouth and exposed tongue as he takes it right there in the shower. it's lewd, messy, and probably the "worse" choice when it comes to cleaning up, but denji wanted to see, right? bakugou cracks open one eye, panting heavily as the flush on his face increases from the result. a heady glare burns up his boyfriend's body, open mouthed breaths ghosting along the pulsing underside of denji's shaft. he's impressed the guy didn't collapse right then and there. at least the half-devil's gonna get a hell of a sight when he does open his eyes. whether it's better to see it all over bakugou's face or feel it going down his throat when he swallows... that's up to his boyfriend.]

[nutkick]

[ denji mirrors bakugou's feisty stare, gaze resting on the visual underneath, equally flustered as the rush of blood and the heat of his body eases in with every heavy exhale. they each wear each other, in skin and bone, and he— stares in awe. what a sight. one he'll never fucking forget; with bakugou down on his knees, hands still grabbing into his thighs, one eye open, out of breath, and with his hot mess coating those lips and parts of those gorgeous features. he can see he is annoyed, which makes those intense red hues more appealing. he could ask why. was it because he didn't warn him fast enough? or because he was too loud and could've fucked them over? could be many reasons. he should ask- ... yeah.

instead, he grabbed the other by the wrist, gently pulling him up to his feet. however, before bakugou can join him and get under the warm stream, denji urges him to lean back against the wall; taking a step forward and then another until he gets his partner cornered. well, listen- it would be a shame for him to rush into cleaning his face and dolling up before denji can enjoy him a bit. with a sweet smile, he cradles bakugou's cheeks between his hands as he smothered their lips together in an open-mouth kiss. it had a purpose: to shove his tongue down the hero's mouth for a curious taste. even with a now soft dick, it didn't stop him from making it the filthiest smooch, as if he couldn't get his hands off the other. it was one, then two, and another lengthy kiss that was deeper and more invasive; he'd go as far as suckling on his lower lip for any further traces before breaking it off with a pleased, smitten sigh.

there. all good! he feels good; he's so fucking high. denji's smile was far too endearing considering what they had just done, and he stretched his arms over his head, eyeing his boyfriend lovingly while doing so— refreshed and energized for a long night on guard duty. ]

... how did I end up getting so lucky?

[ yes, he might be a lil tipsy after getting his dick sucked in the best way possible, but he does mean it. that's the beauty of him; denji didn't know how to lie even to save his own life. though, he is intentionally being fluffy so he can rattle the other boy and annoy him some more. in a way, it's their love language. innocent teasing.

he stays close, hunching over, but bakugou is free to move around and get under the running water now with a little nudge. ]

My heart, soul, and dick are soooooo happy right now ♥

[blastedass]

[annoyed? kind of. he's a mess, despite making that decision for himself. there's cum in his hair and all over his face, he feels it dripping sticky on his cheek, a quick motion of his tongue tastes it, and he can't open one eye without risking getting a glob of semen in it. denji was too damn loud for someone trying to keep quiet as they stole a moment in the shower together. and now they have to clean up even more. but... only kind of annoyed. the rest of him is fucking floored in arousal. denji just came on him. it's not the first time bakugou's sucked him off, but this one hit differently. he tightens his hands on the other boy's thighs, taking in all the details of that amazing sight looking up the plane of his stomach and chest to his boyfriend's flushed face.

denji looks debased even if he's the one that doesn't have white splattered on him. he slowly gets a foot under himself and lets his boyfriend pull him up, legs bracing a little wobbly from the pleasure. there's a bit of a headrush, but denji didn't yank bakugou up fast, so it's not going to topple him. no, what threatens that is his boyfriend pushing him up against the wall. red eyes widen, a silent "the fuck?" sounding from an open mouth, and he slaps a hand to the surface behind him as the other catches his boyfriend's strong shoulder. denji only needs to steps at best to get him plastered on his back; it's a tiny fucking shower. hands settle on his face, getting water and semen on them before denji draws him into a kiss.

it's gonna taste weird, like dick and cum, but that heated open-mouth style always makes bakugou molten inside. tongue shoving inside, visibly tangling with his own between their lips, white teeth brushing together, carrying to taste of his boyfriend as it gets all wet and deep and hot and fuck. filthy. and he's not bothering to stop it even if he was the one bitching earlier about time being an issue. there's even a lip suck and nip before the kiss breaks with a lewd strand of liquid stretching between their lips for a second. bastard. so much for that being the end of it. that endearing smile stokes another hot flush across bakugou's face, with the way he lifts his arms overhead not helping since it gives him a hell of a show stretching denji's torso muscles and... all of that.]

You're being a sap. [he knows denji means it. the embarrassed little growl in response is more than enough proof. ironically neither of them are liars; denji's too naive and bakugou's too proud. he's tempted to flick him in the dick for being a fluffy dumbass right now on purpose. of course it's annoying! cause it gets right through bakugou's shields and nails him in the heart that he likes this guy and can get flustrated around him! leave it to the hero to want to be the tough guy around his boyfriend. at least it means he can move forward and drive denji back through the water to the opposite side of the shower, pushing against him to start rinsing off properly.] Your dick's gonna cry if you keep mouthing off, dork.

[nutkick]

I'm being a sap.

[ denji admits, with a smile and a shrug to match that 'no fucks given' vibes. he will always speak his mind, and share his adoration towards bakugou in one way or another, sometimes with actions and sometimes with sentimental words. this is how it will be and the proud hero must get used to his new reality. at least he's not being a menace and allows the other to, finally, get under the water and rinse out all the traces of semen on his face. that shouldn't be hard to get rid of, but grooming his hair might be a bit annoying. denji should feel bad, but fuck ... he's just loving this so much.

he steps under the water and hands over the soap to bakugou, allowing to go first and attend to his own body; denji then grabs the shampoo, shifting a bit closer in front of his partner while glancing down at the label. it's not the fancy dandy brand the hero likes to spoil himself with, and with a quick sniff after removing the lid— denji didn't think it was too bad. whatever. let's see how effective it is with the mess he left on those golden locks. ]

My dick is pleased and thriving. Ready to report to duty.

[ he squeezed on the container, getting some of the shampoo's content on his open palm before he leaned over to spread it through bakugou's wet hair, using his fingers as they stretched and massaged through his scalp. he scrubs until it foams, focusing a bit on the patches that need more attention. it always baffled him how such sharp-looking spikes are soft on the touch, and he enjoyed any given chance to get his hands all over them. however, he understood this wouldn't be a luxurious shower, they've been in here long enough and someone is fated to start knocking on the door demanding to use the only toilet available. if they help each other out and work together, they can finish off a lot faster this way.

it was hard not to meet bakugou's eyes from how close they were, admiring how handsome he was. denji opened his mouth as if he was threatening to say a more corny admission, sing his heart out— but, no. let's not push our luck. ]

I want you to rest well. But, you know, if you felt like fooling around again ... you'll know where to find me. [ after all, it felt like he was leaving bakugou out cold, wasn't he? ]

[blastedass]

Tch! [of course he's being a sap and doesn't care. does bakugou have to get used to this aspect about denji? probably. yes. fuck. as the water runs down his face, he feels the trails of heavier, stickier liquid dragging along his skin. despite his grouch, when denji treats him nice and affectionate, it warms his chest and makes him feel good. the tough guy attitude doesn't drop often, so the half-devil's going to have to put up with that as well, but he's done a fair job of doing so this entire time. bakugou's pushing all that aside in favor of cleaning himself off. mental note: facials only happen in the shower.

as denji shifts to give him space and soap, the blonde takes on his face, scrubbing at his temples and forehead before taking care of his eyes with attention. has to sweep over his eyelids a few times until the water can take away both suds and cum together without getting soap in his damn eyes. he'll let denji mess with his hair. the slight inhale earns a roll of red eyes under the blonde's eyelids.] No one makes a bad-smelling shampoo, Ripcord Pecs.

[just because it's not high end scented doesn't mean it's bad. some dollar-store shampoos smell much better than salon brands. go figure. denji's cheeky comment about dick and duty earn him a sudsy hand dropping down and deliberately palming his balls. just to try and make him yelp or jump. might drop the shampoo, but he can catch it if he does. back to the hair washing while bakugou returns to wiping off his jaw, neck, and mouth. time is ticking down, so he grabs the bottle once he's finished with his face, dumps shampoo in his hand, and promptly gets to work scrubbing denji's hair in return. a little "rough" in action, but decidedly thorough in his work. the blonde's hair could appear messy and shaggy more often than not, but ever since he's gotten off the streets, his health improved in all areas.]

Hm? [bakugou glances up into those tawny eyes, a brow arching at the request and subsequent offering.] Heh. Not tonight. You'll be sleeping half of tomorrow. [after an all-night guard duty he talked bakugou into letting him handle? he accepted, but in exchange, is going to make sure his boyfriend gets good sleep the following day, even if it's just a good solid four hour nap. as for the reality of being left out cold, well...] Close your legs.