You don't have to say it out loud! [dammit, he could've left it at "super nice" or even "careful" and it'd be fine! crimson staining his face, katsuki slouches lower within the seat's crux, hands shoving into his pockets and lower jaw jutting out in a scowl of pure embarrassment. dammit, this guy, saying that kind of crap. even in the confines of the car, no one else but denji and himself, words sound loud, voice too intimate, and touches his heart in ways it's still getting used to. he knows denji's adjusting to his limits. didn't need to put it out there... mattaku...
they really are different as fuck, huh. katsuki had zero intention of getting close to anyone in neo tokyo. slamming the door against the rest of everlight, snarling at his forcefully-assigned outsiders to listen to him and stay out of his way, refusing to cooperate with lilith until it was in his best interest to do so, and rebellion terrifically in the face of their attempts to encourage socializing and bonding between the kidnapped group. yet in the middle of that, this boy stood at his side. a simple question "are you my partner" from a laid-back smile and tired eyes... turned into this. he shifts his peripheral, encompassing denji's profile awashed in ruddy glow from traffic lights and shadows. charming in his annoyance, a lop-sided smirk katsuki's grown used to over the months, such a casual expression all over his face yet a nervous throbbing heart full of sappy emotion and love inside. denji makes it so damn easy to simultaneously want to take his hand when katsuki "has to" smack it away for being a pest. tch... it slides off without further messing around. some day, they're gonna end up in the car...]
Then you're getting shit for Christmas next year. [just saying. luckily katsuki's none the wiser to such perverted ideas wandering about his boyfriend's head. he's no saint either. a dick's only so much at feeling. no, it belongs to denji, adding each thrusting plunge into the concoction leaning over him or arching under him. scruffy hair tossed on the pillow or swinging in the air, lips open in heady panting breaths as saliva gleams on his sharp teeth, tongue lolling in pleasure or slicking across his mouth before gasping for air, sweat glistening droplets down his skin, expression alternating between sex-glazed grins and fucked-out orgasms... how the fuck is katsuki supposed to say denji looks anything but "amazing, hot, beautiful, good, etc" during their trysts? well, he doesn't say it. (often.) rather save it for a sucker punch in his ear en passe and leave his boyfriend grumbling for another hour or two.]
Planning? [wait a second, is this going to be a hugely involved thing? katsuki eyes denji with a mixture of wariness and curiosity, wanting to ask if he needs to know something before hand. but he forces himself to bite his tongue and lets his man have the satisfaction.] Better blow my fucking mind then.
[no pressure, babe. he pulls his legs off the dashboard and tucks them to the floor as seat recline becomes seat upright, lifting his body into a normal sitting. a low mutter rumbles in his throat as a caterpillar of cars leak out from their drive-through destination. damn. expected for a late evening burger run. glad the car's heaters are top notch. you can be assured katsuki's keeping his damn window up while denji makes the orders. snow licks the roof of the car and whisks past the windshield in telltale evidence of plunged temperatures outside their protective metal shell.]
You heard me. [burying himself beneath layers of white-fur-lined crimson felt and shoving a snowy mass of hair all over his face is not katsuki's idea of attractive when it comes to denji. ergo, resolute non budging on his answer. the follow up question, however, crimps his face in confusion.] What way?
[because he abhors dressing up fancy for stuffy events and parties. he gripes about donning weird costumes for halloween like a stupid little kid. he even refused to participate in the costume-swap classroom project back in his own world! katsuki wants to be comfortable in his clothes; who doesn't?! why has denji not figured this out already? ... unless he means something else, which is probably just as embarrassing.]
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they really are different as fuck, huh. katsuki had zero intention of getting close to anyone in neo tokyo. slamming the door against the rest of everlight, snarling at his forcefully-assigned outsiders to listen to him and stay out of his way, refusing to cooperate with lilith until it was in his best interest to do so, and rebellion terrifically in the face of their attempts to encourage socializing and bonding between the kidnapped group. yet in the middle of that, this boy stood at his side. a simple question "are you my partner" from a laid-back smile and tired eyes... turned into this. he shifts his peripheral, encompassing denji's profile awashed in ruddy glow from traffic lights and shadows. charming in his annoyance, a lop-sided smirk katsuki's grown used to over the months, such a casual expression all over his face yet a nervous throbbing heart full of sappy emotion and love inside. denji makes it so damn easy to simultaneously want to take his hand when katsuki "has to" smack it away for being a pest. tch... it slides off without further messing around. some day, they're gonna end up in the car...]
Then you're getting shit for Christmas next year. [just saying. luckily katsuki's none the wiser to such perverted ideas wandering about his boyfriend's head. he's no saint either. a dick's only so much at feeling. no, it belongs to denji, adding each thrusting plunge into the concoction leaning over him or arching under him. scruffy hair tossed on the pillow or swinging in the air, lips open in heady panting breaths as saliva gleams on his sharp teeth, tongue lolling in pleasure or slicking across his mouth before gasping for air, sweat glistening droplets down his skin, expression alternating between sex-glazed grins and fucked-out orgasms... how the fuck is katsuki supposed to say denji looks anything but "amazing, hot, beautiful, good, etc" during their trysts? well, he doesn't say it. (often.) rather save it for a sucker punch in his ear en passe and leave his boyfriend grumbling for another hour or two.]
Planning? [wait a second, is this going to be a hugely involved thing? katsuki eyes denji with a mixture of wariness and curiosity, wanting to ask if he needs to know something before hand. but he forces himself to bite his tongue and lets his man have the satisfaction.] Better blow my fucking mind then.
[no pressure, babe. he pulls his legs off the dashboard and tucks them to the floor as seat recline becomes seat upright, lifting his body into a normal sitting. a low mutter rumbles in his throat as a caterpillar of cars leak out from their drive-through destination. damn. expected for a late evening burger run. glad the car's heaters are top notch. you can be assured katsuki's keeping his damn window up while denji makes the orders. snow licks the roof of the car and whisks past the windshield in telltale evidence of plunged temperatures outside their protective metal shell.]
You heard me. [burying himself beneath layers of white-fur-lined crimson felt and shoving a snowy mass of hair all over his face is not katsuki's idea of attractive when it comes to denji. ergo, resolute non budging on his answer. the follow up question, however, crimps his face in confusion.] What way?
[because he abhors dressing up fancy for stuffy events and parties. he gripes about donning weird costumes for halloween like a stupid little kid. he even refused to participate in the costume-swap classroom project back in his own world! katsuki wants to be comfortable in his clothes; who doesn't?! why has denji not figured this out already? ... unless he means something else, which is probably just as embarrassing.]