[ another kiss, soft and proper - yet, this one is certainly leaving behind its influence in contrast to the ones they exchanged in the greenhouse. maybe it's the mix of their conversation, the aftermath of heavy emotions and resolve, or it's simply the atmosphere of a cold winter night in the colorful city, and being around the person he loves is really setting off the right mood. the hand on bakugou's lap wasn't even a conscious move, more of desire beating his other senses. considering the thick winter clothes— it wasn't much of a sensual touch, but he'd depend on his memory on how it would've felt naked and skin-to-skin. they're holding hands, pretty innocent, he thinks. except, it wasn’t the warmth denji noticed first, but the coarseness— the faint scars, the places where time and hard work had toughened what once must have been smooth. the center of such a powerful quirk. denji ran his thumb gently across the other's palm, catching on the calluses near the base of his fingers. the same hand that reached out to him when he needed him the most, strong and reassuring. the heat of bakugou's skin seeped into him like a quiet flame, grounding him in the moment. ah, this is one of those nights, huh? where his mind is desperate to seek comfort, a shelter to rest in, far more eager to fixate on the only source of ease within reach. however, maybe — for once, he's coping in the right way? by expressing affection to those who care for him instead of chasing cheap thrills. where a simple kiss, holding hands, and coexisting together is the healing his soul craves the most. so, yeah, denji will allow it. let it out of his system. unleash the fluff and smoke it out, making room for the sins when they're back in the base.
yeah, he will still dress up as santa. he will still flirt with bakugou behind that massive white beard and fake big belly, fully aware that will get him nothing and he's fine with it. he loved riling up the hero in silly, harmless ways. as for that answer, denji nodded with a light chuckle. ] That's a good point. Even though I think part of that kink is to keep the clothes on, somehow. But I get it. As I said, it's not my thing, too ... but I wouldn't mind getting intimate with Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight. I kiiiinda have a crush on him.
[ he teased, but denji is 100% honest as well. while bakugou's winter herosuit had an upgrade due to the weather change, the summer fit remains superior for obvious reasons. he glanced ahead, noticing the red taillights glowing in the dim evening light, illuminating the back of the SUV in front of them as it inched forward. they are close enough to glance toward the menu board, his eyes skimming over the bright photos of burgers and fries, but he didn’t need to read it. he already knew what he wanted, and for the sake of not sedating himself with a heavy meal, the fantasy to inhale three burgers will have to wait for another night. he'll grab one with a large soda and fries this time. the line moved again, and he eased his car forward, the tires crunching over scattered gravel. the window was just a few feet away now, the speaker perched beside it.
the scent of fryer oil and grilled meat hung in the air, carried with a harsh chilly breeze that ruined the buildup warmth of their small intimate touches in one second. fucking hell. whatever. it was their turn. denji pulled up to the speaker and rolled his window down further, the mechanical whine of the speaker sputtered to life. he leaned slightly toward it, resting his arm on the edge of the door as he placed his order, then turned towards bakugou so he could pick his meal. as they waited for their food, denji closed the window again, shivering a bit and looking mildly annoyed. his skin prickled as the cold gripped him, threading through the fabric of his jacket and undershirt, sinking straight to his bones. it left his body instinctively tightening against the intrusion, his hands pulling the edges of his sleeves down over his knuckles while still holding into bakugou's. ] Ugh, let's hope our heating systems won't fuck up anytime soon ...
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yeah, he will still dress up as santa. he will still flirt with bakugou behind that massive white beard and fake big belly, fully aware that will get him nothing and he's fine with it. he loved riling up the hero in silly, harmless ways. as for that answer, denji nodded with a light chuckle. ] That's a good point. Even though I think part of that kink is to keep the clothes on, somehow. But I get it. As I said, it's not my thing, too ... but I wouldn't mind getting intimate with Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight. I kiiiinda have a crush on him.
[ he teased, but denji is 100% honest as well. while bakugou's winter herosuit had an upgrade due to the weather change, the summer fit remains superior for obvious reasons. he glanced ahead, noticing the red taillights glowing in the dim evening light, illuminating the back of the SUV in front of them as it inched forward. they are close enough to glance toward the menu board, his eyes skimming over the bright photos of burgers and fries, but he didn’t need to read it. he already knew what he wanted, and for the sake of not sedating himself with a heavy meal, the fantasy to inhale three burgers will have to wait for another night. he'll grab one with a large soda and fries this time. the line moved again, and he eased his car forward, the tires crunching over scattered gravel. the window was just a few feet away now, the speaker perched beside it.
the scent of fryer oil and grilled meat hung in the air, carried with a harsh chilly breeze that ruined the buildup warmth of their small intimate touches in one second. fucking hell. whatever. it was their turn. denji pulled up to the speaker and rolled his window down further, the mechanical whine of the speaker sputtered to life. he leaned slightly toward it, resting his arm on the edge of the door as he placed his order, then turned towards bakugou so he could pick his meal. as they waited for their food, denji closed the window again, shivering a bit and looking mildly annoyed. his skin prickled as the cold gripped him, threading through the fabric of his jacket and undershirt, sinking straight to his bones. it left his body instinctively tightening against the intrusion, his hands pulling the edges of his sleeves down over his knuckles while still holding into bakugou's. ] Ugh, let's hope our heating systems won't fuck up anytime soon ...