[ it would be interesting to learn about those little triggers; not that denji had the habit to enjoy restraining the other (unless it's during training, as using the chains is the safest method to win), and he's not fond of manhandling him from the back of his neck, only because it felt disrespectful in a way. it's the kind of thing he'd do to intimidate someone, or out of pure spite— so denji wouldn’t dream of using it on the boy he actually cares about. that said, he has no problem kissing, licking, and biting the hell out of his neck. it’s a deliciously tempting spot— warm, delicate, and fucking sensitive, perfect under his tongue and just as rewarding for the other boy. ever since they started getting intimate, that patch of skin has probably gone only a few rare days without a fresh bruise. he's not sorry about that.
as they settled deeper into the bed, denji felt a flicker of peace. the knot of anxiety in his chest had loosened— just enough for him to be more confident, if only for now, that they could overcome these testing days without any major losses. honestly? he’d come close to suggesting they join forces with other outsiders, driven by a quiet fear of bakugou uncovering more of his pain, the raw, miserable scraps of his past. but maybe ... just maybe, they could avoid repeating the same mistake. they just had to move faster, act before the fear had time to sink its teeth in. no hesitating. no freezing in the face of those intense, shifting visions. the moment any of them notice the world around them twist, he needed to snap the other out of it. punch or slap as hard as they can. ]
Yeah, a hero would never give up. [ and, he would take it, because denji is that type of scum. he could argue his record isn't the best, but nah. they're having a calming moment after dealing with a scary experience. they are allowed to enjoy it, take their little wins, and move at a steady, healthy pace. he's proud of himself, proud of them, proud of .... the book he's been reading? was it the secret to this success? it could be. he shifts his attention back to bakugou now, lips twisting into a perky smile as they snuggled up, forehead to forehead, totally unbothered with the touch of sweaty flesh against his own. he closed his eyes, taking it in, even when he can hear the soft grunt under his lover's breath, very aware he's getting a bit antsy with the aftermath of their distress.
yeah, it's not ideal. they both need a change of clothes, spread some fresh sheets, and toss the old ones. they might need to shower, too. however, that would involve a long trip to the cleaning space, with plenty of formalities and unwelcome small talk along the way — he's not in the mood for any of that. the half-devil just wants to be unproductive and clingy, wait until his boyfriend is calm enough to take over the next shift, and watch him rest for a bit. he heard that request, totally did, even when his response might suggest otherwise. anything post " - Now take this damn shirt off." will be muffled against their kiss, breath warm, and their lips squished together. is he shutting bakugou up just to avoid the work of peeling off that soaked, stubborn fabric himself? - yup. ]
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as they settled deeper into the bed, denji felt a flicker of peace. the knot of anxiety in his chest had loosened— just enough for him to be more confident, if only for now, that they could overcome these testing days without any major losses. honestly? he’d come close to suggesting they join forces with other outsiders, driven by a quiet fear of bakugou uncovering more of his pain, the raw, miserable scraps of his past. but maybe ... just maybe, they could avoid repeating the same mistake. they just had to move faster, act before the fear had time to sink its teeth in. no hesitating. no freezing in the face of those intense, shifting visions. the moment any of them notice the world around them twist, he needed to snap the other out of it. punch or slap as hard as they can. ]
Yeah, a hero would never give up. [ and, he would take it, because denji is that type of scum. he could argue his record isn't the best, but nah. they're having a calming moment after dealing with a scary experience. they are allowed to enjoy it, take their little wins, and move at a steady, healthy pace. he's proud of himself, proud of them, proud of .... the book he's been reading? was it the secret to this success? it could be. he shifts his attention back to bakugou now, lips twisting into a perky smile as they snuggled up, forehead to forehead, totally unbothered with the touch of sweaty flesh against his own. he closed his eyes, taking it in, even when he can hear the soft grunt under his lover's breath, very aware he's getting a bit antsy with the aftermath of their distress.
yeah, it's not ideal. they both need a change of clothes, spread some fresh sheets, and toss the old ones. they might need to shower, too. however, that would involve a long trip to the cleaning space, with plenty of formalities and unwelcome small talk along the way — he's not in the mood for any of that. the half-devil just wants to be unproductive and clingy, wait until his boyfriend is calm enough to take over the next shift, and watch him rest for a bit. he heard that request, totally did, even when his response might suggest otherwise. anything post " - Now take this damn shirt off." will be muffled against their kiss, breath warm, and their lips squished together. is he shutting bakugou up just to avoid the work of peeling off that soaked, stubborn fabric himself? - yup. ]