[ ha. if only he knew his beloved bakugou would get in the mood after such an intense reunion, then again— denji shouldn't be judging anyone since he's the one who instigated it. why did he think it was appropriate to start fondling his boyfriend's dick after everything that happened this early morning. it is questionable, indeed, on both their ends, but who is he to judge what they chose to embrace as a method of de-stress? denji is anything but okay; a lot is going on in his head, and he is still a bit stunned after spending hours wreaking havoc across the base. the dread he went through was unbearable. he couldn't find any word, touch, or thought that could even begin to reassure him that he could get over this utter heartbreak- he couldn't imagine the thought of moving on, living, finding joy and motivation to go on. it was a dark, helpless hell, and it would be foolish to pretend with a snap of his fingers he was all okay. he's not. bakugou is still injured. he's hurt. their routine will change. he'd end up watching the person he loves struggle with everyday tasks, and they would have to prepare themselves if his arm would never recover. it's a lot to take in; he understands, he's ready, and he will fight by his side no matter what.
... so why now? why couldn't he leave bakugou to rest? why didn't he get up to change the old, bloodied bandages that were fated to stain the sheets? why? hmm, because it's been a while, hasn't it? to katsuki. he never thought to ask if he had a love interest back home, someone to keep his bed warm and dick wet even if they were indulged in an active war. ok, he doubts the hero had the time to exchange kisses and spit while trying to survive. another thought that perked denji's interest was the disappearance of the scar he left on bakugou during the vegas mission, almost as if he had never been in this city before. while lilith can restore their memories, they can't do much about the physical aspect of their travels. he wonders if - hey, maybe it's a silly thought- he wonders if bakugou is a virgin again. somehow? he did say his time with denji was his first, didn't he? was it a wild idea? maybe. but intriguing, regardless.
it might explain why the half-devil didn't bother to wait for a full recovery and was adamant about leaving his mark on the other boy immediately. well, while being mindful of his injuries, of course. which explains why denji is more patient, allowing the other to shift into a more comfortable position against the bed while slowly working his fingers and seeking some friction, kissing, and nuzzling into his arousal. soon after, bakugou would feel the pressure from his lips and his tongue, followed by the cool, slick spit sliding down his shaft. fuck, he's eager already, breath hot and heavy. denji knew he was getting a little too excited himself, yet he didn't plan to pay much attention to it. he hums and pulls up so he can play with the head, suckling on it and swirling his tongue over it, all the while, his hand pressed along bakugou's cock, jerking him off — not too fast, but certainly adopting a steady rhythm, fingers messy.
back to kissing, turning his head to brush his lips against his inner thigh, shifting a bit so he could help keep bakugou's knees propped up; leaving behind more love bites over the bare, clear skin. his lashes lower, cheeks burning - fuck, that boy's skin is too damn soft, if only he could sink his teeth a little harder as he'd always do. ugh. denji then tilts his head to the other side and slows his hand down so he can secure his wet lips over the tip, the faintest brush of sharp teeth against the sensitive flesh, a sensation that could make anyone a bit uncomfortable. and then, with ease, denji takes in the hero's cock inside his hot mouth, going lower, and lower ... without a hint of a gag reflex on sight. ]
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... so why now? why couldn't he leave bakugou to rest? why didn't he get up to change the old, bloodied bandages that were fated to stain the sheets? why? hmm, because it's been a while, hasn't it? to katsuki. he never thought to ask if he had a love interest back home, someone to keep his bed warm and dick wet even if they were indulged in an active war. ok, he doubts the hero had the time to exchange kisses and spit while trying to survive. another thought that perked denji's interest was the disappearance of the scar he left on bakugou during the vegas mission, almost as if he had never been in this city before. while lilith can restore their memories, they can't do much about the physical aspect of their travels. he wonders if - hey, maybe it's a silly thought- he wonders if bakugou is a virgin again. somehow? he did say his time with denji was his first, didn't he? was it a wild idea? maybe. but intriguing, regardless.
it might explain why the half-devil didn't bother to wait for a full recovery and was adamant about leaving his mark on the other boy immediately. well, while being mindful of his injuries, of course. which explains why denji is more patient, allowing the other to shift into a more comfortable position against the bed while slowly working his fingers and seeking some friction, kissing, and nuzzling into his arousal. soon after, bakugou would feel the pressure from his lips and his tongue, followed by the cool, slick spit sliding down his shaft. fuck, he's eager already, breath hot and heavy. denji knew he was getting a little too excited himself, yet he didn't plan to pay much attention to it. he hums and pulls up so he can play with the head, suckling on it and swirling his tongue over it, all the while, his hand pressed along bakugou's cock, jerking him off — not too fast, but certainly adopting a steady rhythm, fingers messy.
back to kissing, turning his head to brush his lips against his inner thigh, shifting a bit so he could help keep bakugou's knees propped up; leaving behind more love bites over the bare, clear skin. his lashes lower, cheeks burning - fuck, that boy's skin is too damn soft, if only he could sink his teeth a little harder as he'd always do. ugh. denji then tilts his head to the other side and slows his hand down so he can secure his wet lips over the tip, the faintest brush of sharp teeth against the sensitive flesh, a sensation that could make anyone a bit uncomfortable. and then, with ease, denji takes in the hero's cock inside his hot mouth, going lower, and lower ... without a hint of a gag reflex on sight. ]