[ bakugou could retire from being a hero, choose another career path that didn't involve him throwing hands with criminals, maybe start a family and settle in, or travel to another country for a new experience— but denji didn't have that luxury. he didn't have the freedom to choose, to run away, to decide he didn't want to fight anymore, or even live a normal life. as long as he shares a body with pochita, it's unlikely he would ever find peace. bakugou can argue that's not true, and the half-devil will believe him, but that won't change his reality. which is fine. denji has decided long ago not to burden anyone with it; he will focus on his temporary life here, feed on it, enjoy it, fill his heart with memories that he knew won't return home with him. his story is hopeless, meaningless grief that no one could protect him from, he lost hope in it — with that said, he wants nothing more than to hear everything about bakugou's life, the good and the bad. at times he wanted to force it out of him, frustrated to miss out on so much, yet he didn't know how to say it without coming off as childish. maybe when they slip into their old routine and things calm down, he will talk to him about it. maybe instead of waiting for the right moment, denji should create it ... a thought to consider.
as for his current thoughts, they're nothing more than pleasurable sins. they are corrupted because he's having an intense boner over watching the person he loves flex the same scars that almost killed him. he just watched it happen, he could feel bakugou's agony, he could see all the blood loss, the screams of his fellow teammates and teachers— he'd seen it all a few fucking minutes ago. just a few minutes ago! and now all he ever wants to do is pin the other boy down and smother his tongue all over the rough texture of those marks, starved for a taste. how can he even explain this to anyone without getting judged over it? impossible. it didn't even end there, bakugou had to push him further to the edge as he started fondling with his cock, teasing him with his fingers and pressing down on him; muting the tiny voice of reason that waved the red flag in a warning.
it will hurt, he says, and it was music to his ears. a third fingertip pushed at his rim, but there was resistance that denji didn't try to force, just kept fucking the other with his two fingers. ] Damn ... I kinda feel like a weakling for making you prep me so much during my first time. [ his smirk widens a bit. and now, with every thrust, that third finger tested him, tested if he could try to squeeze inside until at last, it did, up to the first knuckle, where it and the other two fingers stopped. it was insanely tight that denji knew if he acted stupid, it wouldn't be the 'good' type of pain. with that, he slowed down, face heating up, watching bakugou dominate his view, feeling himself sinking lower into the thin mattress, heart pounding inside his chest. still going in slow, but it failed to translate to gentle, he wiggles the third one deeper. he tilted his head forward ever so slightly as his jaw unhinged farther; the saliva glistened along his teeth, thin strands trailing and snapping as his mouth widened like a predator preparing to devour. he didn't reach for bakugou's lip, instead he brushed his tongue along his open throat, feeling his heartbeats pulsing and flooding his senses. denji's eyes fluttered half-closed in bliss. ] Okay, fuck it ... I want you right now.
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as for his current thoughts, they're nothing more than pleasurable sins. they are corrupted because he's having an intense boner over watching the person he loves flex the same scars that almost killed him. he just watched it happen, he could feel bakugou's agony, he could see all the blood loss, the screams of his fellow teammates and teachers— he'd seen it all a few fucking minutes ago. just a few minutes ago! and now all he ever wants to do is pin the other boy down and smother his tongue all over the rough texture of those marks, starved for a taste. how can he even explain this to anyone without getting judged over it? impossible. it didn't even end there, bakugou had to push him further to the edge as he started fondling with his cock, teasing him with his fingers and pressing down on him; muting the tiny voice of reason that waved the red flag in a warning.
it will hurt, he says, and it was music to his ears. a third fingertip pushed at his rim, but there was resistance that denji didn't try to force, just kept fucking the other with his two fingers. ] Damn ... I kinda feel like a weakling for making you prep me so much during my first time. [ his smirk widens a bit. and now, with every thrust, that third finger tested him, tested if he could try to squeeze inside until at last, it did, up to the first knuckle, where it and the other two fingers stopped. it was insanely tight that denji knew if he acted stupid, it wouldn't be the 'good' type of pain. with that, he slowed down, face heating up, watching bakugou dominate his view, feeling himself sinking lower into the thin mattress, heart pounding inside his chest. still going in slow, but it failed to translate to gentle, he wiggles the third one deeper. he tilted his head forward ever so slightly as his jaw unhinged farther; the saliva glistened along his teeth, thin strands trailing and snapping as his mouth widened like a predator preparing to devour. he didn't reach for bakugou's lip, instead he brushed his tongue along his open throat, feeling his heartbeats pulsing and flooding his senses. denji's eyes fluttered half-closed in bliss. ] Okay, fuck it ... I want you right now.