he knew his boyfriend was no maiden, as past experiences proved otherwise in the most erotic ways, so it's amusing denji's raw honesty could get him a bit riled up at times. to be fair, the half-devil hasn't been this vocal before, it's one of those sides of him he was careful with — and is still mindful of it even with their progress. being sappy is a more socially acceptable manner of courtship, but sharing just how he'd often (and on the most inappropriate occasions) sexualized his boyfriend might not be received well. bakugou snarling at acts of affection like buying flowers or pulling him in to slow dance in the privacy of their room is one thing, but to openly talk about his physical perks when they're not in the heat of the moment will come off more disrespectful than flattering. so this was a bit of a social experiment, and it proved him right. was it discouraging? hell no. he loved the way the hero kept him on edge, finding his reaction more endearing than anything else.
the car idled in their wait, the drive-through’s menu board illuminated the interior, casting fleeting shadows across the dashboard. a few cars had moved already, promising them they wouldn't be stuck there for too long. denji stole a glance at his boyfriend, who was sulking in the passenger seat, watching him as he stared at the patterns on the window’s fogged glass. the glow from the their surroundings softened that flustered scowl of his; lashes fluttered as bakugou's eyes traced over nothing in particular. denji shifted in his seat, hunching slightly against the steering wheel as his gaze lingered. the world outside, the line of cars, the impatient revving of an engine somewhere behind them - faded into nothingness. he then reached over, coming to rest a hand on bakugou's lap; a faint smile played at the corner of his lips as he captured the other's attention. he can see all the warning signs, but— sometimes the heart yearns too much. a kiss on the cheek will do for now, and denji leans into it, closing the space between them. maybe the people in the car behind them can make up what is happening from their silhouette, but is it really too scandalous to share a smooch on the cheek? surely not.
he straightened in his seat as he inched the car forward; his hand found the other's, fingers interlocking. bakugou will only taste freedom when the food is here, and denji will need both his hands to munch that massive burger down. he noticed that wary side-eye, and he did nothing to ease katsuki's doubts. nothing more than a very questionable smirk. ] I will ♥
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regardless, the half-devil had to accept that a white beard was no longer a welcomed option, not that he was honestly planning to seduce that boy dressed up as fucking santa. if he plans to take that route, he'd certainly put an effort in a more interesting outfit. the question was another warning sign that denji was aware of but happily dismissed. ] You know ... the sexy nurse? Maid outfits? A police officer ... a superhero. [ hah. ] Some people are into it, and I'm asking if you're one of them. [ he's not trying to embarrass anyone here; he keeps the flow of the conversation lighthearted, leaning into a more playful vibe, and of course, bakugou didn't need to answer if he didn't want to. ] I'm not sure if I fall into that category myself. The outfits that would interest me aren't so ... scandalous.
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he knew his boyfriend was no maiden, as past experiences proved otherwise in the most erotic ways, so it's amusing denji's raw honesty could get him a bit riled up at times. to be fair, the half-devil hasn't been this vocal before, it's one of those sides of him he was careful with — and is still mindful of it even with their progress. being sappy is a more socially acceptable manner of courtship, but sharing just how he'd often (and on the most inappropriate occasions) sexualized his boyfriend might not be received well. bakugou snarling at acts of affection like buying flowers or pulling him in to slow dance in the privacy of their room is one thing, but to openly talk about his physical perks when they're not in the heat of the moment will come off more disrespectful than flattering. so this was a bit of a social experiment, and it proved him right. was it discouraging? hell no. he loved the way the hero kept him on edge, finding his reaction more endearing than anything else.
the car idled in their wait, the drive-through’s menu board illuminated the interior, casting fleeting shadows across the dashboard. a few cars had moved already, promising them they wouldn't be stuck there for too long. denji stole a glance at his boyfriend, who was sulking in the passenger seat, watching him as he stared at the patterns on the window’s fogged glass. the glow from the their surroundings softened that flustered scowl of his; lashes fluttered as bakugou's eyes traced over nothing in particular. denji shifted in his seat, hunching slightly against the steering wheel as his gaze lingered. the world outside, the line of cars, the impatient revving of an engine somewhere behind them - faded into nothingness. he then reached over, coming to rest a hand on bakugou's lap; a faint smile played at the corner of his lips as he captured the other's attention. he can see all the warning signs, but— sometimes the heart yearns too much. a kiss on the cheek will do for now, and denji leans into it, closing the space between them. maybe the people in the car behind them can make up what is happening from their silhouette, but is it really too scandalous to share a smooch on the cheek? surely not.
he straightened in his seat as he inched the car forward; his hand found the other's, fingers interlocking. bakugou will only taste freedom when the food is here, and denji will need both his hands to munch that massive burger down. he noticed that wary side-eye, and he did nothing to ease katsuki's doubts. nothing more than a very questionable smirk. ] I will ♥
[ danger.
regardless, the half-devil had to accept that a white beard was no longer a welcomed option, not that he was honestly planning to seduce that boy dressed up as fucking santa. if he plans to take that route, he'd certainly put an effort in a more interesting outfit. the question was another warning sign that denji was aware of but happily dismissed. ] You know ... the sexy nurse? Maid outfits? A police officer ... a superhero. [ hah. ] Some people are into it, and I'm asking if you're one of them. [ he's not trying to embarrass anyone here; he keeps the flow of the conversation lighthearted, leaning into a more playful vibe, and of course, bakugou didn't need to answer if he didn't want to. ] I'm not sure if I fall into that category myself. The outfits that would interest me aren't so ... scandalous.