[and only just recently they talked about relying more on each other and not hiding away the cracks and stressing fractures of their personal struggles. mah, he can't blame denji for doing what comes to him habitually anymore than he can stop himself from being so self-reliant and not wanting anyone to see him weak or struggling. someday, it'll come to a head. and he'll respond the same way he always has with denji: stick with him.
and he's not gonna rag on denji for finding his scars attractive. there's gonna be a raised eyebrow if his boyfriend sprouts a boner while they're leaning against each other all bloody and gross after a fight, but... actually, something of the sort's happened before. so long as his boyfriend's not actively tearing his arm off or stripping his muscles from his bones while they have sex, he's not gonna say anything. denji isn't up for sex while his chainsaws and helmet head are out anyways. not that bakugo would reject him if he wanted to fuck as chainsaw man. his boyfriend's hot, no matter what form he's in!]
I'm not. [maybe a different kind of whine than complaining with words. bakugo reaches down and finds a little divot at the corner of denji's mouth, nuzzling it with his fingertip. see this? that sheepish look? yeah, totally whined about having a finger in his ass. "feels weird" "why would someone like this" "how long are you gonna" and so forth. half of it was likely denji just getting his head around actually being on the bottom for another guy, despite the amount of times he topped bakugo, and a reality check of someone intending to have sex with him in a genuinely nice and loving way. no threats or deals or force. he'd be lying if he said he didn't have fun that night, watching his boyfriend's pride and sexuality start to crack and crumble in different ways depending on what he did. kissing each other? not a problem. bakugo rimming his ass? now he's squirming. fucking the hero into the bed springs? time and time again. getting his legs lifted in a straddle around bakugo's shoulders? flush-faced semi-protesting city. a lot of waiting for denji to get comfortable before he moved to the next stage. his impatience would've exploded a lot earlier if he wasn't having a heck load of fun teasing his boyfriend through the entire thing.
but more on that later. when he isn't calling denji "babe" and watching the half-devil's face bloom strawberry. shit, where the hell does he get off looking that attractive when he's acting like a brat? tongue slipping between his sharp teeth, a smug tease before it melts into another nip and lick. he rolls his hips, pushing himself back on denji's fingers as the squelch in and out of his hole, his own hand content to lazily stroke up and down the half-devil's throbbing erection.] Ngh-! [fuck, there he goes, fingers dragging out of his hole with a sloppy strand of saliva connecting them. it's gonna hurt, he should've asked for three, but most of the time... bakugo likes the feeling of denji pushing inside him slightly under-prepped. sometimes it's denji's fault for being some damn horny and eager; sometimes it's his. he leans back slightly, pressing his hands to the bed on either side of his boyfriend's head. fuck, he's right there, nudging against his hole. doesn't even have to wait. one good push and-] Ah fuck-
[inside. bakugo tenses up, ass clenching around denji's member with all the force of a lover remembering exactly where his partner likes being touched and squeezed. his head falls to one shoulder, mouth dropping and eyes closing almost all the way. fucking hell, he's hard. burning and stretching him open as he slides in like a knife through butter. doesn't even stop to give him time to adjust, just sinks that big thing all the way inside to the base and leaves him crouched over denji shuddering and panting from the intensity. yeah, it's been a while sine they had sex. bakugo tilts forward, to say something, but hands clamp on his waist and-] FUCK!! [yank him right down onto his hips as the half-devil bucks up. fucking hell, that hurts, but it feels amazing at the same time! his chest and stomach harden instantly, core muscles tightening as his tunnel seizes up around denji's cock. he feels every damn twitch of his shaft inside his ass, each pulse thrumming through his veins and tissue, the way his balls shift as they press flush to his cheeks and perineum. god, why the hell does he always feel so damn good?
bakugo pulls himself up, throwing both arms backwards and grabbing onto denji's thighs hard as he starts thrusting. breathless gasps and moans drag from his mouth almost instantly, head falling towards his shoulders as he rides him. letting denji do the lifting, strong arms hauling him right off his lap into the air, inches of his dick sliding out of his hole until it's just his head left, and promptly dropped or pulled right back down onto him with another firm slap of skin to skin. slow, steady, firm, deep, rocking him and bouncing him as they move together. he tightens his hands on his boyfriend's legs, feet pressing their tops against the mattress to brace himself as he moves. hot ass bastard's keeping a running commentary below him too.] Gonna... promise me... you won't get use to-- .. fucking hell, Denji-!!
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and he's not gonna rag on denji for finding his scars attractive. there's gonna be a raised eyebrow if his boyfriend sprouts a boner while they're leaning against each other all bloody and gross after a fight, but... actually, something of the sort's happened before. so long as his boyfriend's not actively tearing his arm off or stripping his muscles from his bones while they have sex, he's not gonna say anything. denji isn't up for sex while his chainsaws and helmet head are out anyways. not that bakugo would reject him if he wanted to fuck as chainsaw man. his boyfriend's hot, no matter what form he's in!]
I'm not. [maybe a different kind of whine than complaining with words. bakugo reaches down and finds a little divot at the corner of denji's mouth, nuzzling it with his fingertip. see this? that sheepish look? yeah, totally whined about having a finger in his ass. "feels weird" "why would someone like this" "how long are you gonna" and so forth. half of it was likely denji just getting his head around actually being on the bottom for another guy, despite the amount of times he topped bakugo, and a reality check of someone intending to have sex with him in a genuinely nice and loving way. no threats or deals or force. he'd be lying if he said he didn't have fun that night, watching his boyfriend's pride and sexuality start to crack and crumble in different ways depending on what he did. kissing each other? not a problem. bakugo rimming his ass? now he's squirming. fucking the hero into the bed springs? time and time again. getting his legs lifted in a straddle around bakugo's shoulders? flush-faced semi-protesting city. a lot of waiting for denji to get comfortable before he moved to the next stage. his impatience would've exploded a lot earlier if he wasn't having a heck load of fun teasing his boyfriend through the entire thing.
but more on that later. when he isn't calling denji "babe" and watching the half-devil's face bloom strawberry. shit, where the hell does he get off looking that attractive when he's acting like a brat? tongue slipping between his sharp teeth, a smug tease before it melts into another nip and lick. he rolls his hips, pushing himself back on denji's fingers as the squelch in and out of his hole, his own hand content to lazily stroke up and down the half-devil's throbbing erection.] Ngh-! [fuck, there he goes, fingers dragging out of his hole with a sloppy strand of saliva connecting them. it's gonna hurt, he should've asked for three, but most of the time... bakugo likes the feeling of denji pushing inside him slightly under-prepped. sometimes it's denji's fault for being some damn horny and eager; sometimes it's his. he leans back slightly, pressing his hands to the bed on either side of his boyfriend's head. fuck, he's right there, nudging against his hole. doesn't even have to wait. one good push and-] Ah fuck-
[inside. bakugo tenses up, ass clenching around denji's member with all the force of a lover remembering exactly where his partner likes being touched and squeezed. his head falls to one shoulder, mouth dropping and eyes closing almost all the way. fucking hell, he's hard. burning and stretching him open as he slides in like a knife through butter. doesn't even stop to give him time to adjust, just sinks that big thing all the way inside to the base and leaves him crouched over denji shuddering and panting from the intensity. yeah, it's been a while sine they had sex. bakugo tilts forward, to say something, but hands clamp on his waist and-] FUCK!! [yank him right down onto his hips as the half-devil bucks up. fucking hell, that hurts, but it feels amazing at the same time! his chest and stomach harden instantly, core muscles tightening as his tunnel seizes up around denji's cock. he feels every damn twitch of his shaft inside his ass, each pulse thrumming through his veins and tissue, the way his balls shift as they press flush to his cheeks and perineum. god, why the hell does he always feel so damn good?
bakugo pulls himself up, throwing both arms backwards and grabbing onto denji's thighs hard as he starts thrusting. breathless gasps and moans drag from his mouth almost instantly, head falling towards his shoulders as he rides him. letting denji do the lifting, strong arms hauling him right off his lap into the air, inches of his dick sliding out of his hole until it's just his head left, and promptly dropped or pulled right back down onto him with another firm slap of skin to skin. slow, steady, firm, deep, rocking him and bouncing him as they move together. he tightens his hands on his boyfriend's legs, feet pressing their tops against the mattress to brace himself as he moves. hot ass bastard's keeping a running commentary below him too.] Gonna... promise me... you won't get use to-- .. fucking hell, Denji-!!