[ bakugou got a few points right, and while it does seem denji is on the giving side of this erotic service, he was doing it mainly for reassurance to himself, and if he dares to admit - please himself, too. his boyfriend's compliance is exactly what he wants if the endgame here is both of them finding comfort after such a dilemma, and since they do have a habit of being extra mindful of when they can share/open up ... physical affirmation is their love language. they would rather rely on touch over whispers, and maybe that's okay. maybe that's how they function, whether it's the right thing or not. if bakugou chose not to talk about the war, then he will fucking suck his dick then. does this escalation make any sense? it does to denji. of course, the half-devil wouldn't proceed if it wasn't mutual. if bakugou chose to stop it, he would stop. no questions asked and no protests. if he picked up on any hint of distress, a little groan that sounded less sensual and more out of pain, he would stop as well. his partner comes first, always and forever.
riding high on instinct and impulse, working his wet mouth as he slid his stretched lips along his lover's dick in shallower, short thrusts, making sure that sensitive tip gets a proper feel of the warmth of the back of his throat; again, not a single cough and gag, just pure bliss. eyes closed, denji took him in deeper, moving his hand in sync with his head, humming appreciatively while his tongue painted hot swirls around the hero's arousal. as for his teeth? yeah, he will always be careful with those fuckers, but it didn't mean bakugou wouldn't feel them. the occasional, light touch along his length; a fleeting sting just before retreat. and at some point, as denji paused very briefly to swallow the mess pooling inside his mouth, the pressure lingered for just a second longer, letting the points rest against flesh, feeling the pulse and throb beneath. there was no teasing, talking, or goofing around this time— it was intense, way too eager for a tease, and denji didn't want to even entertain another pause after the first one. he kept sucking, licking, and stroking his lover with a steady, unrelenting rhythm. the fact he's actively ignoring bakugou's silent demand to free his legs is something. no, he didn't plan to assist him with that, favoring restricting that boy this time. for his safety, at first, and for denji's pleasure, second. speaking of pleasure - it's getting a bit too intense. for himself.
while it was merely a few hours in the half-devil's timeline, as bakugou hasn't been out of the picture for too long, he also missed him. he can't explain the fucking logic behind it, but everything about this felt like they'd been weeks apart for some reason. so it's to no one surprise he was painfully hard already, and if it was any other day, he'd probably go for more. fuck. taking him in deeper, denji muffled a groan against his full mouth, hollowing his cheeks a bit. he caught his breath, not missing a beat as his fingers took over, leaning back with reddened lips as he popped them off bakugou's cock, wet and slick, smeared with the leaking pre-cum all over. a short retreat, they caught each other's gaze for a second, denji even smiled - he dares to do with those lips and teeth bared. yeah, he missed this handsome face.
the sounds he's making now, both unintentional thanks to the drool and the ones full of aroused need forming in the back of his throat, are obscene. the room is too quiet to mask them, but nothing about their act is modest, to begin with, or moral. whenever he feels bakugou attempt to shift or squirm under him, denji is careful to keep him in place, mindful of his injuries even when improper thoughts are getting too loud in his head. "he can take it." ... "he's a hero and trained to handle any amount of pain." ... "maybe if you ask nicely, bakugou would agree!"
yeah, the recovery journey will be interesting ... ]
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riding high on instinct and impulse, working his wet mouth as he slid his stretched lips along his lover's dick in shallower, short thrusts, making sure that sensitive tip gets a proper feel of the warmth of the back of his throat; again, not a single cough and gag, just pure bliss. eyes closed, denji took him in deeper, moving his hand in sync with his head, humming appreciatively while his tongue painted hot swirls around the hero's arousal. as for his teeth? yeah, he will always be careful with those fuckers, but it didn't mean bakugou wouldn't feel them. the occasional, light touch along his length; a fleeting sting just before retreat. and at some point, as denji paused very briefly to swallow the mess pooling inside his mouth, the pressure lingered for just a second longer, letting the points rest against flesh, feeling the pulse and throb beneath. there was no teasing, talking, or goofing around this time— it was intense, way too eager for a tease, and denji didn't want to even entertain another pause after the first one. he kept sucking, licking, and stroking his lover with a steady, unrelenting rhythm. the fact he's actively ignoring bakugou's silent demand to free his legs is something. no, he didn't plan to assist him with that, favoring restricting that boy this time. for his safety, at first, and for denji's pleasure, second. speaking of pleasure - it's getting a bit too intense. for himself.
while it was merely a few hours in the half-devil's timeline, as bakugou hasn't been out of the picture for too long, he also missed him. he can't explain the fucking logic behind it, but everything about this felt like they'd been weeks apart for some reason. so it's to no one surprise he was painfully hard already, and if it was any other day, he'd probably go for more. fuck. taking him in deeper, denji muffled a groan against his full mouth, hollowing his cheeks a bit. he caught his breath, not missing a beat as his fingers took over, leaning back with reddened lips as he popped them off bakugou's cock, wet and slick, smeared with the leaking pre-cum all over. a short retreat, they caught each other's gaze for a second, denji even smiled - he dares to do with those lips and teeth bared. yeah, he missed this handsome face.
the sounds he's making now, both unintentional thanks to the drool and the ones full of aroused need forming in the back of his throat, are obscene. the room is too quiet to mask them, but nothing about their act is modest, to begin with, or moral. whenever he feels bakugou attempt to shift or squirm under him, denji is careful to keep him in place, mindful of his injuries even when improper thoughts are getting too loud in his head. "he can take it." ... "he's a hero and trained to handle any amount of pain." ... "maybe if you ask nicely, bakugou would agree!"
yeah, the recovery journey will be interesting ... ]