[ literally nothing about the life bakugou is giving him is boring — the only reason denji might come off as a bit pushy with doing everything and anything is because he understood their time here is limited, and he didn't have the luxury to plan years of their life with each other and that breaks his heart ... the reality that they will never grow old together. their time in this city is all they have, and the end is unknown. so every second is precious. regardless, the quiet nights indoors had their special sentiments that tamed denji's anxieties. he will never underestimate them; just being around bakugou makes him happy, and they are equally as worthy as memories.
calling himself weak in that regard is not a tease, hero. katsuki is one of the good guys, the type who understands what a healthy relationship means, and he would never abuse his influence on his boyfriend. that's the only reason he could label denji as someone who is sexually motivated, an excited pup, when in reality- it truly is that easy to rile him up. hey, he likes to pretend he is starting to build enough stamina, thanks to their many nights exploring their sexual lust, but that's a lie. a sfw selfie will still make him uncomfortable for the rest of his shift, which explains why he stopped asking bakugou for it. that didn't mean denji wouldn't sneak taking pictures of his boyfriend when the scenery was too gorgeous. and then there is a whole other album that remains exclusive for his eyes only. ]
... and it makes me happy.
[ honestly. this boy is very attractive; even when he's screaming in your face and threatening to end your life, it still won't mask his appeal, not that denji was brave enough to break katsuki's heart with this reality and confess his tantrums only makes him doki more than anything else. in a way, he thought he had already missed some of bakugou's firsts, assuming someone else managed to earn the hero's approval to get intimate with. to hear he was lucky enough to experience it with him— truly warmed up denji's soul, and it's an ego boost. let's be real. he's happy to dismiss all his shitty kisses/sexual advances and fantasizes katsuki was his first in those too. the bite was a bit of a dangerous stunt, and luckily, he didn't go for his index finger, catching the middle one instead; it was a sweet shift from ptsd to sexy. if the intention is to retaliate, the only damage it has done to denji is make his smile sickly sweet. he resists the urge to ... gently nudge that same finger between those delicious lips and remind himself what it feels like to experience that wet heat again. it's been a while since they did that. he's spacing out a bit, though. already dropped the fucking soap and paid little attention to it, but that thing did end up floating between their bodies. it was a fleeting moment of frailty (see? so weak), and he snapped out of it in time to hear his boyfriend's desire, and almost instantly, he was excited about it. ]
I always wanted us to spend the night outside the base. Just the two of us. [ bakugou's idea is a lot better than renting out a room in a love hotel, so — he'll adjust the bucket list in his implant later. ] When our weekend match, let's do it. Let's watch the sunset together ...
[ just in time as the surface around them glistened in hues of gold and a light purple as the sun began its descent. he's holding the soap now, lathering his hands; each stroke sent ripples outward, merging with the lake’s natural rhythms. the world around them fell into silence, save for the soft sounds of his splashes and the distant call of a bird. if denji can find some peace in this ominous village just by existing with bakugou, he can only imagine how beautifully heartwarming that experience will be. alone in their own space, far away from the lively city and under a sky full of stars. ah, he wonders if he can coax his boyfriend to indulge him in a slow dance. they missed out on the gala, right? it's only fair they have their shine.
he starts cleaning up, attending to the back of his neck, down his throat, collarbone, and then his chest. he gets enough foam to coat his fingers before he passes the bar to bakugou. he'd wait for him to accept it, and without much of a thought behind it - denji ended up pressing their lips together. just like that. he closed his eyes, breathing in through his nose, embracing the flow of emotions that was not conflicting for a change but full of warmth. the kiss lingered but remained as soft and loving. he only breaks it off when they hear a light shuffle from the nearby bush, just behind their cover, most likely a squirrel - but he should stay alert regardless. back to bathing, still carrying that smitten smile. ] Let's shop for a tent and sleeping bags as soon as we land, yeah?
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calling himself weak in that regard is not a tease, hero. katsuki is one of the good guys, the type who understands what a healthy relationship means, and he would never abuse his influence on his boyfriend. that's the only reason he could label denji as someone who is sexually motivated, an excited pup, when in reality- it truly is that easy to rile him up. hey, he likes to pretend he is starting to build enough stamina, thanks to their many nights exploring their sexual lust, but that's a lie. a sfw selfie will still make him uncomfortable for the rest of his shift, which explains why he stopped asking bakugou for it. that didn't mean denji wouldn't sneak taking pictures of his boyfriend when the scenery was too gorgeous. and then there is a whole other album that remains exclusive for his eyes only. ]
... and it makes me happy.
[ honestly. this boy is very attractive; even when he's screaming in your face and threatening to end your life, it still won't mask his appeal, not that denji was brave enough to break katsuki's heart with this reality and confess his tantrums only makes him doki more than anything else. in a way, he thought he had already missed some of bakugou's firsts, assuming someone else managed to earn the hero's approval to get intimate with. to hear he was lucky enough to experience it with him— truly warmed up denji's soul, and it's an ego boost. let's be real. he's happy to dismiss all his shitty kisses/sexual advances and fantasizes katsuki was his first in those too. the bite was a bit of a dangerous stunt, and luckily, he didn't go for his index finger, catching the middle one instead; it was a sweet shift from ptsd to sexy. if the intention is to retaliate, the only damage it has done to denji is make his smile sickly sweet. he resists the urge to ... gently nudge that same finger between those delicious lips and remind himself what it feels like to experience that wet heat again. it's been a while since they did that. he's spacing out a bit, though. already dropped the fucking soap and paid little attention to it, but that thing did end up floating between their bodies. it was a fleeting moment of frailty (see? so weak), and he snapped out of it in time to hear his boyfriend's desire, and almost instantly, he was excited about it. ]
I always wanted us to spend the night outside the base. Just the two of us. [ bakugou's idea is a lot better than renting out a room in a love hotel, so — he'll adjust the bucket list in his implant later. ] When our weekend match, let's do it. Let's watch the sunset together ...
[ just in time as the surface around them glistened in hues of gold and a light purple as the sun began its descent. he's holding the soap now, lathering his hands; each stroke sent ripples outward, merging with the lake’s natural rhythms. the world around them fell into silence, save for the soft sounds of his splashes and the distant call of a bird. if denji can find some peace in this ominous village just by existing with bakugou, he can only imagine how beautifully heartwarming that experience will be. alone in their own space, far away from the lively city and under a sky full of stars. ah, he wonders if he can coax his boyfriend to indulge him in a slow dance. they missed out on the gala, right? it's only fair they have their shine.
he starts cleaning up, attending to the back of his neck, down his throat, collarbone, and then his chest. he gets enough foam to coat his fingers before he passes the bar to bakugou. he'd wait for him to accept it, and without much of a thought behind it - denji ended up pressing their lips together. just like that. he closed his eyes, breathing in through his nose, embracing the flow of emotions that was not conflicting for a change but full of warmth. the kiss lingered but remained as soft and loving. he only breaks it off when they hear a light shuffle from the nearby bush, just behind their cover, most likely a squirrel - but he should stay alert regardless. back to bathing, still carrying that smitten smile. ] Let's shop for a tent and sleeping bags as soon as we land, yeah?