[ this is when bakugou is required to vocalize what he deems acceptable and what's not, going back to the 'redraw the line' statement. they have passed the phase where denji would say something, or imply it and they dance around it in silence trying to figure out if the other is into it or not— the guessing game. yeah, that's done. while he understands just because the hero allowed himself to be more flexible with his standards, it doesn't mean it's an open shop, and denji doesn't plan to treat their first experience together this way. it's still hard to find that balance, between wanting to do it all and not pushing his luck. he trusts his partner will let him know if it gets too much.
as for the kiss - it's already messing him up. it made his muscles tense and cheeks burn with the realization he was sharing such intimacy with another body. he could feel the skin, flesh, and a few traces of damp hair against his forehead with every move. even when they stood under the running water, it didn't stop him from feeling the hint of warm breath here and there. raging hormones aside, this made his heart ache for many reasons he couldn't begin to count and that's the last thing he wanted to deal with while finally having the chance to kiss bakugou. he didn't want to think if it was truly okay he had to tell someone that he was fine to never be their first choice, so long as he gets a glimmer of what it feels like to be wanted. that's what he told bakugou a while ago, right? now that he's kissing him— denji knows how it feels when someone else would do the same to the hero. the texture of his lips, the curves on his body, and how it felt against his own. before he gets too deep, denji senses the warmth of the other's tongue crossing his lower lip, and following intuitions he finds himself accommodating the gesture, heart throbbing like mad at the thought of it.
well, that's one way to shut his mind from those pitiful sob stories into a splash of vibrant colors. fucking hell, bakugou's tongue is inside his mouth, and that instantly altered their sweet smooch into a vulgar delight. his hand moved up to curl his fingers behind the other's neck, keeping him in place. and just like that, the loud stream of the shower faded into silence, leaving the half-devil suspended in this moment of pure, unadulterated passion. each touch, each caress, sent a jolt of electricity coursing through his veins, setting his heart ablaze with an intensity he had never known before. god, he wants to be careful with his teeth but he also doesn't want to— he parts his lips, breath hot, as he dares to brush his tongue along the others, slow yet eager. he wanted to savor this and not rush to an end.
it's just one kiss, denji reminds himself. they will share one kiss. then they have to go to the arcade and enjoy the rest of their date. this should be good enough, denji didn't expect to go this far with the hero so he will sleep happily tonight. real happy— hmm. he gasped softly, breaking it off for a second, only to kiss him again; intense and less cautious with his sharp teeth. somehow bakugou will end up with his back pressed against the cold tiles, both of them totally missing the shower's stream in their tiny corner because who cares about cleaning up anymore? denji doesn't. it was a lot better this way, their skin was somehow more bare, more responsive to every squirm and move, painfully aware he was doing this with another guy.
they need to breathe, that's fine, denji allows it as he pulls back and presses their foreheads together. he could already taste the bitter pinch of blood in his mouth, guess he wasn't as careful when it got too hot and heavy. he didn't apologize for it, not out of arrogance, he was just soooo -
-in a bliss. lost, gone, and faded. too busy caressing bakugou's cheek with the back of his fingers, unable to take his eyes off of him. ]
... do you really expect me to play some games now?
[ he does not give a fuck about the arcade anymore to no one's surprise. he's not even in the mood to fake it. the date's not over, though. they just had to be more - cozy for the rest of it. yes. ]
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as for the kiss - it's already messing him up. it made his muscles tense and cheeks burn with the realization he was sharing such intimacy with another body. he could feel the skin, flesh, and a few traces of damp hair against his forehead with every move. even when they stood under the running water, it didn't stop him from feeling the hint of warm breath here and there. raging hormones aside, this made his heart ache for many reasons he couldn't begin to count and that's the last thing he wanted to deal with while finally having the chance to kiss bakugou. he didn't want to think if it was truly okay he had to tell someone that he was fine to never be their first choice, so long as he gets a glimmer of what it feels like to be wanted. that's what he told bakugou a while ago, right? now that he's kissing him— denji knows how it feels when someone else would do the same to the hero. the texture of his lips, the curves on his body, and how it felt against his own. before he gets too deep, denji senses the warmth of the other's tongue crossing his lower lip, and following intuitions he finds himself accommodating the gesture, heart throbbing like mad at the thought of it.
well, that's one way to shut his mind from those pitiful sob stories into a splash of vibrant colors. fucking hell, bakugou's tongue is inside his mouth, and that instantly altered their sweet smooch into a vulgar delight. his hand moved up to curl his fingers behind the other's neck, keeping him in place. and just like that, the loud stream of the shower faded into silence, leaving the half-devil suspended in this moment of pure, unadulterated passion. each touch, each caress, sent a jolt of electricity coursing through his veins, setting his heart ablaze with an intensity he had never known before. god, he wants to be careful with his teeth but he also doesn't want to— he parts his lips, breath hot, as he dares to brush his tongue along the others, slow yet eager. he wanted to savor this and not rush to an end.
it's just one kiss, denji reminds himself. they will share one kiss. then they have to go to the arcade and enjoy the rest of their date. this should be good enough, denji didn't expect to go this far with the hero so he will sleep happily tonight. real happy— hmm. he gasped softly, breaking it off for a second, only to kiss him again; intense and less cautious with his sharp teeth. somehow bakugou will end up with his back pressed against the cold tiles, both of them totally missing the shower's stream in their tiny corner because who cares about cleaning up anymore? denji doesn't. it was a lot better this way, their skin was somehow more bare, more responsive to every squirm and move, painfully aware he was doing this with another guy.
they need to breathe, that's fine, denji allows it as he pulls back and presses their foreheads together. he could already taste the bitter pinch of blood in his mouth, guess he wasn't as careful when it got too hot and heavy. he didn't apologize for it, not out of arrogance, he was just soooo -
-in a bliss. lost, gone, and faded. too busy caressing bakugou's cheek with the back of his fingers, unable to take his eyes off of him. ]
... do you really expect me to play some games now?
[ he does not give a fuck about the arcade anymore to no one's surprise. he's not even in the mood to fake it. the date's not over, though. they just had to be more - cozy for the rest of it. yes. ]
Can we stay in?