[he would challenge that notion. while not a "luxury", denji has the ability to up and leave the city, even nation, he's in; working odd jobs for money (now that he's cleaned up) until he can buy a ticket, or straight up stowing away on a boat or plane. he could likewise retire from being a hero, could stop fighting altogether, find another job or career in a new place where no one knows him (until some asshole crawls out of the wood works), live a "normal" life and ignore criminals or violence with apathy. bakugou doesn't know how intrinsically pochita and denji are bonded, what if any demands the devil made of his human partner in exchange for bringing him back to life, though he's aware humans and devils of all kinds continue to show up and make life crap for denji. by the same token, villains will continue to be villains, and disasters will continue to befall humans.
for someone who's desired to be a hero his entire life since he can remember, the idea of giving up and quitting are similarly impossible choices for bakugou. his job isn't to try and change denji's view or his reality, as much as he'd love to somehow bring his boyfriend peace and make his world leave him the fuck alone. his time here with denji is spent supporting him, caring for him, so when he does go home... he'll remember what it felt like, and continue to live in the face of everything. trusting in his own good heart despite the crap swarming all around him. maybe the memories won't return, but bakugou still believes a small vestige of their lives and feelings here, go back home with them. but they have the time to make those memories here and reinforce all those feelings into whatever-sized crystalization of "us" remains in denji's heart when he returns. talking about their lives is one of those memory-making elements. whenever they get around to it.
luckily for denji, bakugou doesn't want him to explain his attraction or erotic thoughts to anyone else. those are between them, those are his thoughts he's the recipient of, and he's a vicious guard dog who'll protect them from others. if he wants to pin him down and run his tongue over those very symbols of his survival, go for it. took a long time for denji to finally let bakugou touch him with the arm he shredded with his chainsaws, to say nothing of running his hands or tongue over said scars without choking on his own guilty bile. those scars are gone, left in memories alone, and now he has these. which he isn't going to hide from denji or shy away from. they'll be there, every time his shirt comes off, each time they tangle with each other on the blankets and find this heat together. right now, they don't really need tiny voices of reason. passion's a bitch like that.
fuck, he's really gonna tease him with a third one, rubbing at the stretched rim of his hole. he's taken three without a problem before, but every flex of his body thrums with his indecision, wanting to let denji continue fucking him with his fingers, but also really wanting his boyfriend to shove his dick right into his ass and rail him. both digits pump in and out, squelching and slick with noise as bakugou begins moving his hips in a telltale ride. one hand remains swing back, caressing over denji's dick and balls in random strokes. he smirks down at his boyfriend, red eyes glowing under a shadowed veil of choppy ashen bangs.] Don't. I had a lot of fun making you squirm and whine until you were ready for it. [watching denji transition from a nervous "this is gross and weird and hell no" to admitting it didn't feel as strange as he thought to finally twisting on the bed and telling bakugou to stick it in. he hauled a lot of patience into that night, but it was worth it.]
Ah-! Fuck... [third one's in finally, hole stretching around the trio as his dick jumps between his thighs. precum lances on to denji's stomach, his ass cheeks harden from the stab of pain and burn, and he appreciates the pause. until said digit begins pushing deeper, causing him to arch his back and lean away from denji's front. one hand swings behind him and he catches onto his boyfriend's knee, bracing himself with his entire body on full display over the half-devil's figure as he rolls his hips and bucks back against the digits inside him. it's only when he's knuckles deep inside him again that bakugou drops forward again, hovering an inch or so from denji's face as that warm wet mouth opens, saliva stretching between his teeth in lewd beautiful erotic mess. a kiss... no... fuck he's going for his throat, tongue playing across his blood pounding in his veins. the same heartbeat bakugou feels thrumming in denji's ribs currently trapped between the hero's strong legs.] Then pull your damn fingers out and shove your dick in me, babe.
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for someone who's desired to be a hero his entire life since he can remember, the idea of giving up and quitting are similarly impossible choices for bakugou. his job isn't to try and change denji's view or his reality, as much as he'd love to somehow bring his boyfriend peace and make his world leave him the fuck alone. his time here with denji is spent supporting him, caring for him, so when he does go home... he'll remember what it felt like, and continue to live in the face of everything. trusting in his own good heart despite the crap swarming all around him. maybe the memories won't return, but bakugou still believes a small vestige of their lives and feelings here, go back home with them. but they have the time to make those memories here and reinforce all those feelings into whatever-sized crystalization of "us" remains in denji's heart when he returns. talking about their lives is one of those memory-making elements. whenever they get around to it.
luckily for denji, bakugou doesn't want him to explain his attraction or erotic thoughts to anyone else. those are between them, those are his thoughts he's the recipient of, and he's a vicious guard dog who'll protect them from others. if he wants to pin him down and run his tongue over those very symbols of his survival, go for it. took a long time for denji to finally let bakugou touch him with the arm he shredded with his chainsaws, to say nothing of running his hands or tongue over said scars without choking on his own guilty bile. those scars are gone, left in memories alone, and now he has these. which he isn't going to hide from denji or shy away from. they'll be there, every time his shirt comes off, each time they tangle with each other on the blankets and find this heat together. right now, they don't really need tiny voices of reason. passion's a bitch like that.
fuck, he's really gonna tease him with a third one, rubbing at the stretched rim of his hole. he's taken three without a problem before, but every flex of his body thrums with his indecision, wanting to let denji continue fucking him with his fingers, but also really wanting his boyfriend to shove his dick right into his ass and rail him. both digits pump in and out, squelching and slick with noise as bakugou begins moving his hips in a telltale ride. one hand remains swing back, caressing over denji's dick and balls in random strokes. he smirks down at his boyfriend, red eyes glowing under a shadowed veil of choppy ashen bangs.] Don't. I had a lot of fun making you squirm and whine until you were ready for it. [watching denji transition from a nervous "this is gross and weird and hell no" to admitting it didn't feel as strange as he thought to finally twisting on the bed and telling bakugou to stick it in. he hauled a lot of patience into that night, but it was worth it.]
Ah-! Fuck... [third one's in finally, hole stretching around the trio as his dick jumps between his thighs. precum lances on to denji's stomach, his ass cheeks harden from the stab of pain and burn, and he appreciates the pause. until said digit begins pushing deeper, causing him to arch his back and lean away from denji's front. one hand swings behind him and he catches onto his boyfriend's knee, bracing himself with his entire body on full display over the half-devil's figure as he rolls his hips and bucks back against the digits inside him. it's only when he's knuckles deep inside him again that bakugou drops forward again, hovering an inch or so from denji's face as that warm wet mouth opens, saliva stretching between his teeth in lewd beautiful erotic mess. a kiss... no... fuck he's going for his throat, tongue playing across his blood pounding in his veins. the same heartbeat bakugou feels thrumming in denji's ribs currently trapped between the hero's strong legs.] Then pull your damn fingers out and shove your dick in me, babe.