[excuse you, he does not. and if he does, he has no damn idea! though he's obviously not some prude blushing at the mention of sex (most of the time), bakugou still feels the action's private. done with someone you care about and not blazed out for the public to see. grumbling when denji's kisses him in public (lessening) or needing to have his hand searched to hold it (sometimes he reaches first) or spazzing when denji flirts with him openly (starting to return it), it's honestly admirable how long the half-devil's put up with the hero's abrasive nature. and yet, there's arousal here. not the intense horny kind that means "drop them now" or a pin to the wall. rather something heated and deep, embarrassing yet exciting. they're here together, naked in the woods, completely sequestered from civilization, when they could do or say anything and not get seen or caught, with nothing "human" around to call them back to the status quo. ]
Cause you turned your head around so hard.
[trying his damnest not to look at katsuki while the hero stripped down. might as well have find a way to look down his own backside in the earnestness of his avoidance. luckily neither have an issue with the setup and he's damn proud of their accomplishment. relaxing in the cool water, dealing with the occasional brush of reed or curious fish, katsuki's left to do nothing more than linger in denji's presence amid the open woods. their curtained section gives them privacy, but cuts them off from the vast expanse surrounding them. he's gonna get pissed if some shitty fireflies turn up and swarm around them like a damn romantic cartoon.
oy! at least he's not sexing up his wash off, dammit! rubbing at his bicep, katsuki gives the mound of muscle a few circling motions to work the sinew before cupping his hand under his arm, then dragging down his ribs. it's strange to admit that kind of thing. normally the blonde's done everything. camps. reading. training. classes. seems he can pull out a talent or skill that's needed at the moment, or whip out the ability to tackle whatever's going on at the moment and end up succeeding at it. so to up and comment on this being a first... something that's not sex related or interpersonal... is a quiet show of vulnerable and trust. it's no surprise it comes to denji.]
Hm? [water runs down the back of his neck and trickles over his chest as he glances over to his boyfriend. what kind of plug did he pull out of his thoughts to earn this? yet he doesn't answer, instead listens and lets himself think. a minor snort when denji throws in "laws by old men" as if bakugou's chained to some ancient lore. it's called morals and society, dork. experimenting is something he's not adverse to (he made his own super moves!) but breaking rules to make memories? that's a different story. he doesn't like to risk his reputation or record. a hero doesn't do things that could get them in trouble. (so he thought, until he found out several do.) but katsuki's aware denji doesn't mean they go on a crime spree.]
I choose what I want to do. [bristling a little that denji suggests he "can't" do something. he can smoke a cigarette, but chooses not to. he can associate with criminals, but chooses not to. and yet, that same bristling, as well as wracking his mind for things that might fall into that limited category, sees his shoulders sag as so little comes to mind. focused on doing right, becoming a hero, has he lost time where he got to simply be a teenager? it's so often he goes shopping by himself rather than accepting a weekend trip with his classmates. stays inside to study instead of playing video games. gets a shower in the bathroom like a normal person rather than strip down and bath in a woodland lake...]
I... [his arm drops down with a ploosh in the water, leaving him frowning in the lantern light. kind of a lost, frustrated, miffed frown that's maybe funny to see. like he's irked at his own brain.] I don't know.
[he's honestly unsure. whether that's because he truly can't think of anything or the things that come to his mind are so embarrassing or so criminal, that voicing them seems almost impossible. denji's always been so... free.]
no subject
Cause you turned your head around so hard.
[trying his damnest not to look at katsuki while the hero stripped down. might as well have find a way to look down his own backside in the earnestness of his avoidance. luckily neither have an issue with the setup and he's damn proud of their accomplishment. relaxing in the cool water, dealing with the occasional brush of reed or curious fish, katsuki's left to do nothing more than linger in denji's presence amid the open woods. their curtained section gives them privacy, but cuts them off from the vast expanse surrounding them. he's gonna get pissed if some shitty fireflies turn up and swarm around them like a damn romantic cartoon.
oy! at least he's not sexing up his wash off, dammit! rubbing at his bicep, katsuki gives the mound of muscle a few circling motions to work the sinew before cupping his hand under his arm, then dragging down his ribs. it's strange to admit that kind of thing. normally the blonde's done everything. camps. reading. training. classes. seems he can pull out a talent or skill that's needed at the moment, or whip out the ability to tackle whatever's going on at the moment and end up succeeding at it. so to up and comment on this being a first... something that's not sex related or interpersonal... is a quiet show of vulnerable and trust. it's no surprise it comes to denji.]
Hm? [water runs down the back of his neck and trickles over his chest as he glances over to his boyfriend. what kind of plug did he pull out of his thoughts to earn this? yet he doesn't answer, instead listens and lets himself think. a minor snort when denji throws in "laws by old men" as if bakugou's chained to some ancient lore. it's called morals and society, dork. experimenting is something he's not adverse to (he made his own super moves!) but breaking rules to make memories? that's a different story. he doesn't like to risk his reputation or record. a hero doesn't do things that could get them in trouble. (so he thought, until he found out several do.) but katsuki's aware denji doesn't mean they go on a crime spree.]
I choose what I want to do. [bristling a little that denji suggests he "can't" do something. he can smoke a cigarette, but chooses not to. he can associate with criminals, but chooses not to. and yet, that same bristling, as well as wracking his mind for things that might fall into that limited category, sees his shoulders sag as so little comes to mind. focused on doing right, becoming a hero, has he lost time where he got to simply be a teenager? it's so often he goes shopping by himself rather than accepting a weekend trip with his classmates. stays inside to study instead of playing video games. gets a shower in the bathroom like a normal person rather than strip down and bath in a woodland lake...]
I... [his arm drops down with a ploosh in the water, leaving him frowning in the lantern light. kind of a lost, frustrated, miffed frown that's maybe funny to see. like he's irked at his own brain.] I don't know.
[he's honestly unsure. whether that's because he truly can't think of anything or the things that come to his mind are so embarrassing or so criminal, that voicing them seems almost impossible. denji's always been so... free.]