[ they can have this discussion; they should have it at this point in their relationship, and bakugou will realize just how bad it actually is. sure, denji can work some odd jobs, get enough money to buy a ticket, and start an adventure of self-discovery — on paper, it does sound very doable, right? right. but when a person has been emotionally and mentally abused in the most godawful ways for a long fucking time, they would adopt a nasty habit of internalizing beliefs and thought patterns that make it difficult to see a way out, even when there are options all around. this kind of abuse corrupts a person’s sense of self-worth. it's a slow, insidious process that doesn’t just break down relationships with others but their internal sense of prospect as well. it's a bit hard with denji because he tends not to show it so, hmm, openly? the self-doubt, the self-hatred, the desire to be better, but slowly losing confidence in himself, thanks to his continuous line of failures that came with a high price. one day it will be too heavy, too exhausting, too draining to keep going - and he fucking hopes bakugou would never get to see him reach that point. he will try his best to keep it together and break apart when it's safe.
bakugou might wanna clarify on this one. you know? the whole not sharing the dirty, sadistic thoughts with someone else? because for some fucked up reason denji thinks that's an appropriate conversation to have with an unfortunate soul in the near future. why? because he needs to hear it from a third perspective he's not suddenly developing a kink of watching his boyfriend all fucking mutilated. he thirsts for the reassurance that he's not that psychotic! in theory, having scars is undeniably attractive, often giving someone an air of toughness and masculinity. denji gets that. if bakugou walked into this city with those marks and he had them from day one, he’d probably see them as part of the appeal. but when you consider the circumstances behind this sudden sexual awakening, it’s harder to see it as charming. instead, it feels... well, complicated. ]
Oi, oi. I didn't whine. Don't spread lies ... [ the sheepish grin on denji's face says otherwise, playfully feeling embarrassed about it. yeah, it wasn't easy for him. it required a lot of trust in bakugou and plenty of reflection about his sexuality before he felt comfortable enough to try it. yes, bottoming was the trigger for the half-devil to think about his sexuality and not the months of him exchanging spit and fucking another dude. a fun conversation they could have one day to ruin bakugou's morning. with a tilt of his head, denji was aware that the instinct to sink his teeth into soft flesh was rising with every pulse of blood beneath his lover's hot skin. ugh, is it supposed to be this erotic? it’s the same temptation that lurks in the back of his mind whenever he leaves a few bite marks during their intimacy, always there, creeping under the surface — the delicious desire to chomp and get a nice mouthful in. bakugou hits him with a 'babe', less affectionate and more bratty but he loves it anyway. ] I reeeeally should ... [ denji replies somehow with an open mouth, tongue sticking out, breath hot as he went in for another lick. fuck, his boyfriend is still riling him up, working his coarse fingers around his aching arousal. a moment later, they would hear the slick sounds of denji pulling out his fingers, proud to keep the record of failing to prepare his partner all the way, but since bakugou is so willing, he shouldn't worry. it's fine. leaning away from the other's throat, denji dropped his head back against the pillow and pushed into the other without warning, not stopping until he was completely impaled on the whole of him. he breathed out a low grunt, hands wrapped around bakugou's waist, squeezing hard enough, promising to leave a few bruises behind, he then pulled down as he ground his hips up, like he was trying to force more of himself in. oh fuck. it's insane how tight that boy is after taking in three damn fingers.
it took a few hot seconds to pull his words together, closing his eyes and catching his breath, cheeks heating up. he should give bakugou the chance to adjust, get himself settled over his lap, but nah. instead, he lifted his boyfriend almost off his cock and then dropped him back down as he thrust up, and he'd do it again, then again— each thrust was slow and steady, but firm, just short of hard. he just gotta make sure their neighbors behind the thin walls haven't returned to their room yet before he starts getting too rowdy. that didn't stop him from sweet-talking the handsome boy on top of him, smirking. ] Hey ... would it kill you to call me 'babe' more often?
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bakugou might wanna clarify on this one. you know? the whole not sharing the dirty, sadistic thoughts with someone else? because for some fucked up reason denji thinks that's an appropriate conversation to have with an unfortunate soul in the near future. why? because he needs to hear it from a third perspective he's not suddenly developing a kink of watching his boyfriend all fucking mutilated. he thirsts for the reassurance that he's not that psychotic! in theory, having scars is undeniably attractive, often giving someone an air of toughness and masculinity. denji gets that. if bakugou walked into this city with those marks and he had them from day one, he’d probably see them as part of the appeal. but when you consider the circumstances behind this sudden sexual awakening, it’s harder to see it as charming. instead, it feels... well, complicated. ]
Oi, oi. I didn't whine. Don't spread lies ... [ the sheepish grin on denji's face says otherwise, playfully feeling embarrassed about it. yeah, it wasn't easy for him. it required a lot of trust in bakugou and plenty of reflection about his sexuality before he felt comfortable enough to try it. yes, bottoming was the trigger for the half-devil to think about his sexuality and not the months of him exchanging spit and fucking another dude. a fun conversation they could have one day to ruin bakugou's morning. with a tilt of his head, denji was aware that the instinct to sink his teeth into soft flesh was rising with every pulse of blood beneath his lover's hot skin. ugh, is it supposed to be this erotic? it’s the same temptation that lurks in the back of his mind whenever he leaves a few bite marks during their intimacy, always there, creeping under the surface — the delicious desire to chomp and get a nice mouthful in. bakugou hits him with a 'babe', less affectionate and more bratty but he loves it anyway. ] I reeeeally should ... [ denji replies somehow with an open mouth, tongue sticking out, breath hot as he went in for another lick. fuck, his boyfriend is still riling him up, working his coarse fingers around his aching arousal. a moment later, they would hear the slick sounds of denji pulling out his fingers, proud to keep the record of failing to prepare his partner all the way, but since bakugou is so willing, he shouldn't worry. it's fine. leaning away from the other's throat, denji dropped his head back against the pillow and pushed into the other without warning, not stopping until he was completely impaled on the whole of him. he breathed out a low grunt, hands wrapped around bakugou's waist, squeezing hard enough, promising to leave a few bruises behind, he then pulled down as he ground his hips up, like he was trying to force more of himself in. oh fuck. it's insane how tight that boy is after taking in three damn fingers.
it took a few hot seconds to pull his words together, closing his eyes and catching his breath, cheeks heating up. he should give bakugou the chance to adjust, get himself settled over his lap, but nah. instead, he lifted his boyfriend almost off his cock and then dropped him back down as he thrust up, and he'd do it again, then again— each thrust was slow and steady, but firm, just short of hard. he just gotta make sure their neighbors behind the thin walls haven't returned to their room yet before he starts getting too rowdy. that didn't stop him from sweet-talking the handsome boy on top of him, smirking. ] Hey ... would it kill you to call me 'babe' more often?