[it's hard to vocalize when he's got someone's mouth shoved against his and a tongue sneaking into another guy's mouth, dammit. but bakugou's never been someone to go back on his word. what appear as quick or even rash decisions came after he's thought through them, mind working logic, emotion, advantage, plot, and more into a single choice he deems best for his life at the moment. not that bakugou's immune to instinct and habit either. there's both of these at play right now, hormonal instinct and the "new" of the situation wanting to explore everything and anything all at once, but caution and wariness telling him not to jump in and potentially ruin something they should've taken their time on. they have more of that here at the very least...
was kissing denji a good idea? it wasn't a bad one. the guy's gonna leave a hickey on his fucking neck in the future. bakugou's never kissed someone else before. but like so many other things, he excels at it quickly. even if it's hard to ignore the way his face is glowing hotter as his mind continues picking up one tiny detail of the kiss after another and excitedly shoving the facet into his proverbial face to focus on. from the heat of denji's breath to the subtle push of his damp hair against his forehead to the way his mind is trying to figure out the shape of the half-devil's jaw and how that works best in where to position their mouths for the best feeling. yeah, focus on the physical right now, the way water drips between their bodies and the fact he's got some guy pushing against him, touching him in one place, then another. if he starts thinking more with his mind and emotions, it's gonna get real fucking weird real fucking fast.
how ironic that the boy who said he was fine not being first... is getting a number of firsts because bakugou feels the most comfortable enough around the half-devil to choose denji ahead of anyone else. and maybe it's not just comfort, but a silent acknowledgement that he wants the guy more. luckily for both of them, bakugou's not thinking about what would happen if someone else kissed denji. though... guess he'll have to settle later on in his mind that he wasn't denji's first. not his first kiss. not his first date. not his first crush. not his first confession. denji's more experienced in this than he is (even if 99% of that experience resulted in shit). but damn if bakugou's not determined to be the first in denji's life not to fuck him over!
he can make his own marks. he can feel for himself how the other boy's lips push to his own, how those rows of sharp teeth feel against the underside of his tongue before he traces the top of the slick muscle along the upper row. before reaching further back and curling it on the palate of denji's mouth. he's got his fucking tongue in another guy's mouth... is that gross or good? fingers capture the nape of his neck and bakugou's shoulders harden on instinct at the capture, before relaxing because of who's doing it. nothing else really matters right now. just denji. the details he's bringing in with each motion. brush of his nose, heat of his face, the inside of his ankle pushing to bakugou's own... and a wet slick muscle suddenly rubbing at the blonde's. holy fuck, that's one of the weirdest feelings he's ever experienced. nothing's supposed to move in his mouth but HIM!
he's stuck between trying to decide if this is erotic or fucking weird when all of it's slit through in one hot prick of pain. just in time for denji to draw back and the kiss to break. a hint of copper runs on his tastebuds. shit, did he cut himself on denji's teeth? a low grunt escapes because he's kissed again, head tilting and feet moving before his back hits the shower wall. the sudden drive and pin instinctively starts up his pride to resist... and starts up something else lower. they're not even under the shower stream anymore, but out in the open steam, naked and nigh-grinding mid make out against the wall. denji's pressing onto him, legs and chest moving on his body, and he can feel every flex and motion. his brain's quick to tell him he's not just kissing a guy now, huh...
and break. mouths part, a strand of saliva stretches between their lips heedless of whether either wants to acknowledge the messy connection. bakugou's eyes stay shut, his flushed face burning as a forehead settles on his own. bastard bit his tongue... or he pushed it too hard against denji's teeth. can't tell. but it's not bad. hearing deni's breath like that isn't bad either.]
Tch. Do you even have to ask? [well yeah, he did. considering that was the plan. fingers brush at his cheek and bakugou tilts his head away from it for a second out of pride... and then leans back into it out of acceptance. soft touches, not like the hard kiss a second ago. the caresses are strange, soft for a guy who's used to rough tough. finally he opens one eye halfway, ruby gaze molten between his eyelids.] You're enjoying this.
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was kissing denji a good idea? it wasn't a bad one. the guy's gonna leave a hickey on his fucking neck in the future. bakugou's never kissed someone else before. but like so many other things, he excels at it quickly. even if it's hard to ignore the way his face is glowing hotter as his mind continues picking up one tiny detail of the kiss after another and excitedly shoving the facet into his proverbial face to focus on. from the heat of denji's breath to the subtle push of his damp hair against his forehead to the way his mind is trying to figure out the shape of the half-devil's jaw and how that works best in where to position their mouths for the best feeling. yeah, focus on the physical right now, the way water drips between their bodies and the fact he's got some guy pushing against him, touching him in one place, then another. if he starts thinking more with his mind and emotions, it's gonna get real fucking weird real fucking fast.
how ironic that the boy who said he was fine not being first... is getting a number of firsts because bakugou feels the most comfortable enough around the half-devil to choose denji ahead of anyone else. and maybe it's not just comfort, but a silent acknowledgement that he wants the guy more. luckily for both of them, bakugou's not thinking about what would happen if someone else kissed denji. though... guess he'll have to settle later on in his mind that he wasn't denji's first. not his first kiss. not his first date. not his first crush. not his first confession. denji's more experienced in this than he is (even if 99% of that experience resulted in shit). but damn if bakugou's not determined to be the first in denji's life not to fuck him over!
he can make his own marks. he can feel for himself how the other boy's lips push to his own, how those rows of sharp teeth feel against the underside of his tongue before he traces the top of the slick muscle along the upper row. before reaching further back and curling it on the palate of denji's mouth. he's got his fucking tongue in another guy's mouth... is that gross or good? fingers capture the nape of his neck and bakugou's shoulders harden on instinct at the capture, before relaxing because of who's doing it. nothing else really matters right now. just denji. the details he's bringing in with each motion. brush of his nose, heat of his face, the inside of his ankle pushing to bakugou's own... and a wet slick muscle suddenly rubbing at the blonde's. holy fuck, that's one of the weirdest feelings he's ever experienced. nothing's supposed to move in his mouth but HIM!
he's stuck between trying to decide if this is erotic or fucking weird when all of it's slit through in one hot prick of pain. just in time for denji to draw back and the kiss to break. a hint of copper runs on his tastebuds. shit, did he cut himself on denji's teeth? a low grunt escapes because he's kissed again, head tilting and feet moving before his back hits the shower wall. the sudden drive and pin instinctively starts up his pride to resist... and starts up something else lower. they're not even under the shower stream anymore, but out in the open steam, naked and nigh-grinding mid make out against the wall. denji's pressing onto him, legs and chest moving on his body, and he can feel every flex and motion. his brain's quick to tell him he's not just kissing a guy now, huh...
and break. mouths part, a strand of saliva stretches between their lips heedless of whether either wants to acknowledge the messy connection. bakugou's eyes stay shut, his flushed face burning as a forehead settles on his own. bastard bit his tongue... or he pushed it too hard against denji's teeth. can't tell. but it's not bad. hearing deni's breath like that isn't bad either.]
Tch. Do you even have to ask? [well yeah, he did. considering that was the plan. fingers brush at his cheek and bakugou tilts his head away from it for a second out of pride... and then leans back into it out of acceptance. soft touches, not like the hard kiss a second ago. the caresses are strange, soft for a guy who's used to rough tough. finally he opens one eye halfway, ruby gaze molten between his eyelids.] You're enjoying this.