[he knew what he said. he knew what he did. he knew what he put into motion. some part of him thinks it might have been better to invite denji out and then say everything to his face. the other part knows denji needs time to process stuff. words have been thrown at him all his life. people say shit all the time. on paper, solid and tangible, in his own handwriting, there's nothing he can take back. he'll say those words to his face if he needs them, if he wants them. but denji deserved to see them and feel them as much as hear them. that and his boyfriend can be a big crybaby, so he at least gave him the chance to happy bawl his eyes out in private.
luckily for them, their tracker rings are working perfectly. bakugou knows when denji starts moving. he went on his morning job a bit earlier because he didn't want to come back a sweaty fall-morning mess and get tackled the second he opened the damn door. no, he's already run, showered, and eaten. aki and power want to take denji out for breakfast, so he made sure to have an excuse so his boyfriend couldn't drag him into it.
no, bakugou's out in the parking lot, tending to his car. that trip to sendai saw him hosting a pack of fucking animals in here. denji at least tried to mind his fucking manners! can't say the same for their other passengers... ugh. he turns off his shop-vac when the ring notes denji's approach, looking up over the car's top to see his boyfriend speed walking towards him.]
[ there is something about this morning that feels almost unreal in its simplicity. the quiet joy of waking to a gift waiting for him on the nightstand, the shuffle of his own hurried steps down the hall while aki and power call out for him to come eat, their voices layered over the smell of fresh juice and pancakes drifting from the kitchen. he yells back that he’ll be there in a bit, and the ease in his tone felt foreign — because all of this, every detail, is so ordinary. so ordinary it hurts. the ache blooms in his chest with a kind of relief he never knew he was allowed to feel. is this his life? a life of mornings like this. he never saw it before. never let himself believe it. he had prepared himself to expect endings, to accept that whatever he had would be ripped away. and yet here he is, breathing in the scent of pancakes, listening to the clatter of dishes and the sound of people waiting for him, realizing he doesn’t have to run anymore. because someone made him believe it ...
... and it's bakugou.
and there he is. the ring had brought them together, to the sight of the boy who is now standing next to his car, sunlight catching in his hair in a golden touch, almost as if he was waiting for him. denji comes fast at first, his steps uneven with urgency. the closer he gets, the slower his feet move. his breath falters, a bit shallow as he finally stops, standing just before his boyfriend, and from this close perspective, all he could stare at are those eyes; so red that burns, but with the light spilling across them, there’s a softness hidden in the edges, a warmth the world doesn’t get to see often. someone both untouchable and deeply human. he lifts a hand half-way, then lets it fall uselessly back to his side. his chest heaves, breath a bit shaky, like he’s bracing against a wave he knows will drown him. ]
... You're ... staying? [ his voice is low, almost fragile, shouldering every fear he’s ever tried to bury. he asked not because he doesn’t believe. not because he doubts the hero's promise. but because he’s lived too long expecting things to vanish the second he reaches for them, and he needs this to be real. he needs bakugou’s voice to cut through the weakness in him, to smother the last voice of doubt. to end it all. ]
[morning light does good things to denji. glowing through his hair as he snoozes behind him in bed, catching on flyaway strands and shadowing his bangs, highlighting the bridge of his nose and corner of his mouth when he smiles, gleaming n his eyes when he's happy or grumbling about something too early. his boyfriend's expression is a mishmash of so much right now, happy and incredulous, hopeful and pining, urgent steps and uneven body. as much as bakugo loves denji, the guy can be a real drama queen. he crosses his arms over the top of the car and watches the other guy approach, finally swinging around the back as bakugo turns and faces him. heavier breathing, his eyes determined despite a quiet shadow of hesitation. it's one reason why he refuses to believe denji will ever lose his humanity to the devils; there's so much of a human inside him, these emotions and thoughts...
heh, at least he managed to get a lifted hand up. you know, there's a reason he doesn't invited denji to do morning runs with him. this guy came from the bedroom to the parking lot and he looks out of breath. kinda cute.]
Aa. I'm staying. I meant everything I said. [if he has to repeat it all word for word, he will. they may not have the luxury of knowing when lilith will send them all home, but he can still choose to stay here with denji as long as possible. forever to the end if they have their way. he lowers arms to his sides, facing the other man with a quiet, firm expression.] I'll spend the rest of my life with you.
[ denji froze at first, taking in every little word coming his way. his shoulders sagged, heavy with a relief he didn’t know how to carry. he then stepped forward, arms lifting before hesitation could catch him. when he pulled bakugou in, it was nearly impossible to dismiss how desperate it was. his fingers curled hard into his lover's shirt, wrinkling the fabric, tugging, holding on as if the ground might vanish beneath him if he let go. his face pressed against bakugou’s shoulder, jaw tight, lips trembling - but he was quiet. perhaps overwhelmed with everything. perhpas still struggling to figure out what's real and what's not. the embrace was more than closeness— it was pleading. it was something raw that ached to be accepted, to be loved. he held him like he’d been waiting his whole life for this one promise, and now that it was spoken, he wasn’t letting go.
denji’s arms tightened until his muscles tensed, as if he thought that if he squeezed hard enough, it could speak for him. his breath broke against the hero's neck, hot and uneven, his nose scrunching as the sting in his eyes threatened to spill over. his fingers dug deeper into the fabric, clinging in jagged bursts, then smoothing as if he was afraid he’d hurt him, then gripping again when the thought of letting go made panic rise in his throat. and they'll stay there, locked in an embrace, one that denji is not ready for to end. he didn't care if they weren't alone, and if there were any prying gazes coming their way. this ... is something he'd never experience again in his lifetime. he won't find love like this again. he won't be promised a forever again. he doesn't plan to let anyone take it away from him.
if bakugou thought this guy was a drama queen before, well - he's up for a treat. why the hell did he think it was a good idea to talk between sobs? as if it wouldn't make him sound extra whiny and pathetic, but here we are. ] I thought ... I ... Katsuki, I was preparing myself to say goodbye to you for months! And it sucked! I fooled myself into thinking I could do it, because you had to go back to your world, but nothing could prepare me for this. The fact I don't ... have to ... anymore ...
[like watching a man dump a burden off his back after a long hike. he tosses the vac into the car's seat when denji comes to him, not wanting to get it trapped betwe- oof! and there's the squeeze. bakugo's pulled in, pressed to his boyfriend's stupidly-tall body. a familiar sensation by now. he leans in, resting his forehead on the other man's collarbone. desperation pulls at him, from denji's fingers clawing into his shirt and trembling with each instinctive kneading motion to the way his shoulders quiver just like his lips and clenched jaws. trying his damnest not to cry when heated tears were already staining bakugo's shirt. he reaches up and rests his hand in denji's hair, smoothing his fingers through the sandy brown tufts. maybe it wasn't fair to dump everything on him like that. but he doesn't regret what he said or how he conveyed it. if he randomly put those words out there first, denji might not have believed him...
he slides his hand down further, resting warm fingers and tough palm over his boyfriend's nape. blunt nails lightly stroking to try and comfort him. squeezing the breath out of him. he turns his head and nuzzles his mouth into denji's temple, not minding the mess he's probably making all over his shirt collar or how the guy keeps gripping then releasing his shirt like some kind of fabric heartbeat throbbing for assurance. someone who never had anyone, and everyone who came ended up betraying him or leaving... he knows his words, promise, feelings, all of that are going up against a lifetime of every opposition to love possible. he's going to break it all eventually. reach for the beating heart still inside denji's chest and hold onto it from now until the end of their time. not a perfect life, but a good one, when the man he loves can feel loved every day.
heh, he really is dating a big ol sap. bakugo tilts his head and rests it on denji's, eyes lidded halfway in a softer expression. never once stopping the gentle motion of his fingers along his nape, carding up through his hair along the back of his head, down to the top of his spine. lazy circles and small rubs, encouraging him.] We don't have to go back, Denji.
[he can't lie to him. going back to his world and returning after the war finished freed him from so much pressure to return. and now that he knows he'll wake up exactly where he left off... well... his life here can mean just as much as the one back home. maybe it's selfish, wanting to stay here with denji so the man doesn't need to return to his own, but at some point, they'll go back. until that time, however, he's gonna be beside this man as much as possible.] You don't have to say goodbye anymore.
[ denji felt it first in the faint drag of fingertips through his hair, a touch so gentle yet so important to him. it grazed through the messy strands, then drifted down to the back of his neck, lingering there before tracing lower, brushing over his shoulders. it shattered something open inside him more than he could understand, the kind of softness he wasn’t used to, the kind that made his throat catch. no, this isn't their first embrace, but it is the first that didn't feel like it would be their last. for once. for once, since they started getting intimate, he didn't think of how he'll miss bakugou's presence. his chest stuttered with another breath, but the tears spilling now were different — still overwhelming, but ignited with something warm; an emotion that pressed too much against a heart that had never been ready for it. his body tensed as he clung tighter, desperate to close the distance even when there was none left. and then, denji took in every detail: from the way the morning felt cool against the dampness of his cheeks, the closeness, the way their clothes pressed together, the light rise and fall of bakugou's chest against his. the stillness around them only sharpened the moment, etching it deep inside him.
denji leaned in until his forehead rested against bakugou’s; their hair brushed together, soft strands catching and tickling against skin, the faint rustle of it loud in the quiet between them. his eyes slipped shut, lashes damp, and he lingered there, noses almost brushing, the intimacy of it so close it felt like nothing else existed. "you don't have to say goodbye anymore." ... a smile broke across his face. it trembled as it spread, like his face wasn’t used to shaping itself this way. it felt strange, pulling at muscles that had long forgotten what it was like to move for something so simple, so pure. yes, he’d smiled before, always a sincere one, whether it was a teasing one, out of mischief, out of being smitten, but this was ... different. this one came from somewhere deeper, from a place in his chest that had always been locked up tight. it softened his features, peeled away the rough edges and the weariness behind his eyes. he didn't know what it was ...
-until it hit him. ah, could it be? ]
I'm ... [ it's scary. it's scary and ... exciting. in its simplicity, even between all the beautiful memories they made together, denji has never said it out loud. unaware of how it terrified him more than anything. ] ... I'm happy. You make me happy. You make me feel like I'll be okay. You make me feel like one day it will stop hurting. I never thought ... I could ever be so lucky to have someone to love me the way you do ... [ more tears, more of those embarrassing little gasps and sighs, but he didn't care. he'll give all of his heart for that boy, even when it might suffocate him. the hero can handle it. ] I promise to love you and make you happy, too. I-I'll ... make sure we build the best life together.
[it's impossible for him to know how this feels. he was brought up in a home with love and stability despite his family's dysfunctional moments when he broke into adolescence. but he wasn't alone. as he trails his fingers down denji's nape, he takes in each little detail, from the way his hairline ends below a scruffy veil to the supple slope of his neck towards the first bump of his spine. down to his back, caressing tense shoulders and wandering comfortingly over a broad expanse. of course he remembers when his mother or father gave him similar rubs when he was smaller, the rare times he was crying or upset and didn't stuff it. denji never had someone to offer him the same unconditional tenderness, no strings attached or expectations hidden. kindness was bought and paid for, kindness was never truly free, he himself alone were all he had for survival and comfort. yeah, pochita was there, but humans failed denji so much if a devil was his sole source of comfort. what did he expect from this boy when he finally offered him all of this? an overwhelming rush of reality he never knew or even expected. wrapped up in his ragged breathing, tear-stained cheeks, and stuttering heart slamming inside his chest. denji's strong in so many ways... but he's really weak in plenty others. he buries his fingers in the other man's hair again, scuffing through the strands gently in soft motions to help him through.
forehead to forehead, a light tough barely clunking as spiky strands pierce into messy curls. bakugo leans into his touch, a soft nuzzle as much to keep their skin connected as much to assure him it's all right. they're together, here, and nothing's going to separate them. they can stay as long as the want to. no goodbyes needed anymore. he feels denji's smile more than sees it, knows it's there curving his lips amid each shuddering breath. smiles aren't alien on the half-devil's face, yet this one feels so different from the others. a truly happy smile brought about though disbelief and incredulous realization. dawning light is leagues away from daylight after all. bakugo gives those strong shoulders a few squeezes, as if he might be able to encourage denji further along on letting out all the emotions rushing to his surface in one moment. this probably was overwhelming for a morning event.]
Good. I'd be a pretty pathetic boyfriend if I made you sad. [granted, he has made denji sad and worried before, when he got injured or disappeared or got moody over something. never promised the man a perfect life free of problems. but if he can give him a life where denji's happy, like this, more often than he's sad, that'll be a good life to give. denji's rambling, spilling out things the hero so often takes for granted in his day to day life. happiness, okay, painless, lucky, love.] I want you to feel those things all over again. [sappy platitudes like "as often as possible" or "forever every day" can't find their way to his lips, since he doesn't want to bother lying like that.] But I promise we'll have a life together where you won't have to regret anything. [building the best life together.]
[ bakugou stayed close, encouraging him to embrace the high of emotions that refused to settle. he waits as more tears streaked down he half-devil's face, not heavy with grief, for once, but shimmering with the bliss of something bright, something new. joy bled out of him in warm rivers, clinging to his cheeks as denji tilted his head lightly. the touch was quiet, skin to skin, their hair brushing together in the morning air that carried the cool kiss of a breeze over his flushed skin. he stayed there, breathing, feeling, unwilling for this moment to pass. denji closed his eyes and held on, relishing the stillness, the rare sweetness of peace that felt so unfamiliar yet so right. a new life - can they have everything he dreamed of during those long nights? he already made plans, a detailed map with timelines and events in their life. a vision of what they can be and can grow into. it's all done, written, and sealed. before waking up this morning, they were nothing but bittersweet daydreams ... but, maybe they can be more than that now. maybe they can be his future. their future.
slowly, he pulled back, just barely; he still remains in his lover's personal space as his hands moved clumsily over his face, swiping at the tears that only seemed to multiply. he didn’t care— they weren’t heavy anymore. just too salty. with a huff and a chuckle, denji got bored with tugging on his skin and used the collar of his shirt to wipe away the wetness. his lips came last, and he focused there, giving them the extra attention, dragging the fabric over the corners where the smile still clung. he meets bakugou's gaze, lashes clumped from tears that hadn’t yet dried, but it was the smile that spoke the most. a softness born from a place deeper than fleeting thrill. this was happiness, heavy with years of absence. it will take time, maybe a few hours of reflection, maybe days or a week to fully comprehend that letter, bakugou's devotion, and the new life that's been offered to him. his head is floating between the clouds, still in a high, and he's unsure if he'll always be like this or if it will calm down. hell, he didn't want it to stop. he didn't ... ]
I'll never regret a life with you. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, and I'll make sure you'll never forget that. [ not by flowers, not by buying him chocolate and gifts, even when he will continue spoiling the hero with them, he knew what would truly reach bakugou's heart. and it's for denji to find the strength to move on from his past, to never look back, and live without fear of an unknown future. with a sigh, his fingers traced the edges of sharp cheekbones, the soft touch beneath his palms was intoxicating. there was no rush in the gesture; each slow stroke was laced with sentiment, as if memorizing the lines of his lover's face, holding on with quiet reverence. he then leans in, with his fingers curled over bakugou's nape, pulling him closer, lips parting slightly before kissing him. he didn't care where they are, who's around, or whatever. it's an overwhelming morning, full of beauty and intensity, and the only person who should take all that rush is bakugou. ]
[everything? who knows. denji's dreams are vast and various, passing images of so many years lost he never had a chance to engage in. can they check off everything he's seen there within this life? visit every country, eat every food, sleep in every hotel, explore every landmark. baka, of course they aren't able to do everything the world has to offer in one lifetime. not in this one especially, with so many of those things lying in ruins beneath water or foliage. but that won't stop bakugo from wanting denji to tell him his dreams and what he wants to do from within them. people have bucket lists for a reason. he has his own. there's no hero ranking system here, no number one to reach for, and heroes are more a word than a vocation in neo tokyo. damn if he won't strive to be the greatest kaiju killer of them all! until no more kaiju are left! until this world is safe! holding down his job, keeping a steady paycheck, going out to eat with his boyfriend, getting an apartment or a house at some point, all things he wants to do in their future together.
as denji pulls back, he lets his arms relax around him, fingers sliding down his back and tracing over spine and muscle before resting on the hem of his pants shy of his pelvis. playing an index over the arch of denji's pelvic bone where it peeks above his pants hem hidden beneath his shirt. yeah, there's no way he's gonna wipe those tears with his hands and get any success. and there goes his shirt. bleh. he's gonna have to wash his face and change his shirt before going to breakfast. bakugo cants his head slightly, red eyes watching his boyfriend do his best at cleaning himself up, sunlight glittering in the tears remaining in denji's lashes and making his eyes glow a ruddy garnet. what's that saying: "a little water never hurt a handsome man." a smile in the morning light he'll never forget as long as he lives. soft as a whisper yet deep as a seat, heralding excitement and disbelief together. happiness. he's always wanted to make denji happy. each time he manages it, feels like a personal victory against the half-devil's life which seems to (back home) want him to experience anything but. that place no longer has any claim on denji. he does.]
Oh yeah? I'll hold you to that. [make him remember every day. past the spoiling bouquets and boxed sweets, past the steamy showers together and warm nights shared under blankets. he'll look forward to each way denji strive to make his promise hold. they both will. he turns his head an captures denji's finger between his teeth, hot breath ghosting around it as he traces the blunt tip with his tongue. naughty. yet if his man's gonna stroke his damn cheek like a sap, he's gonna bite his finger like a badass. deal with it. he only releases it when denji leans in and accept the kiss in trade, tilting his head to deepen their connection. take some effort not to slip his tongue in and turn this affectionate bit of love into an intimate heated thing. there's a car right behind him with the door wide open... but denji has his friends also waiting for him for breakfast.] You taste salty.
[ by logic, it should have been impossible. denji knew that. it is the type of daydream that wouldn't survive beyond the blur of sleep or idle thoughts. the idea of traveling the world with his boyfriend, wandering through cities they’d never seen, trying food they couldn’t pronounce, getting lost on streets that didn’t care who they were - was something people like him weren’t supposed to reach. a life filled with moments worth keeping, worth telling, worth remembering, it all sounded like some unreachable fantasy. however, now that bakugou will stay by his side, thinking over those dreams made his chest tighten, not with fear, but with a stubborn thrill.
what if he was wrong? what if, for once, the impossible wasn’t so far out of reach? the challenge itself made him want it more, made him crave every second of proving himself wrong. he could see it; every small adventure, every ridiculous detour, every chance to try something new with bakugou. and he promised himself then, he would do it all, not waste a second, not let joy slip through his fingers the way everything used to. and just as much as he wanted those things for himself, denji wanted more for the boy he loves: to achieve his true dream, even in this city. he could already picture him standing tall, called the best hero this city had, the one they’d hail as the greatest kaiju killer. the kind of title that made people believe there could be an era of peace. and denji would be there every step of the way, cheering until his throat gave out, watching with pride heavier than his own heartbeat, supporting him in the quiet ways too— through the mornings, the nights, the rough days when even heroes needed someone to lean on. he’d be there, no matter what. because he wasn’t just bakugou’s boyfriend, he was his biggest fan. and that was a role the half-devil was ready to give everything for. ]
The taste of tears bothers you? That's nothing, considering you're used to swallowing blood by now. [ in which he relaxed his jaw, mouth open wide enough to catch bakugou's lower lip between sharp teeth. a nip, a light bite and a tug. no, he didn't break through his skin, but he's really, really close. he'd leave that soft flesh a touch swollen when he pulls back. he then drops a little airy kiss over each fading tooth mark, one, two, and maybe three. there. all good. he then leaned his head back, peering over the open door to the car's backseat, and how welcoming it is. yes, breakfast awaits, but he's more invested in spending time with the other boy, maybe for an extra few minutes. somehow, watching bakugou clean his car is the most exciting thing right now. work that tiny vacuum, hero. ]
I'm staying for a bit. I don't want this morning to end so soon. [ he takes a moment to fix bakugou's top after such a tight embrace. his fingers catch the edge of the shirt, a light tug pulling the fabric taut. the cotton strained, stretching across the frame beneath it, every fold and crease vanishing as it clung tight to muscle. the shape of the chest pressed forward, ridges of strength outlined in the brief resistance before the fabric shifted again. the shirt gave a soft ripple when released, sliding back into place with faint, lazy wrinkles that traced over the curves they’d just revealed. this was definitely planned, and denji is shameless. he then stepped to the side and clambered into the backseat like an uninvited guest. the leather creaked under his weight as he stretched out across it, arms flung loosely over the head as though the car were his own couch. ]
Don't assume crap! [all he said was denji tasted salty! wasn't a gripe or complaint, only a note. brat. though he could probably do without the grosser parts coming from someone ugly crying into his shirt. can't argue with the blood swallowing comment. a heated breath puffs between his teeth as denji catches his lip between his own sharp whites. fuck, he should know better! blood pounds in his veins, heart rate up, a heat crossing his face at each stupid nip and tug. dammit. a spark of pain zips through his skin when denji pressures his lip further, pinched until his nerves raise a red flag and yelp. before each pointed enamel piece drags backwards and his flesh springs back with a slight swell from abuse.
someone really doesn't know what fire he's playing with right now. bakugo's been coaxed into morning fucks before. he can do be coaxed again... oh good, he's patting it down with those stupid butterfly kisses. as denji drifts his head back, he leans his shoulders to the car's door frame, one foot propping its heel to the running board below. sienna eyes flicker over his shoulder, he knows he's looking into the car, thinking the same thoughts despite bakugo knowing his boyfriend has a breakfast date or more. the later half of the day is all his, so he should be nice and let others have denji for the first half.
oy. cleaning is currently on hold, mr interruption.]
Hmph. All right. [he won't rush him out. as denji messes with his shirt, bakugo hauls himself back into his car long enough to fish around and finally snag something from his center console. got it. now denji can actually fuss with his clothing, while bakugo rips open a packet of cleaning wipes and goes for his boyfriend's face. all messy with runny nose and leaky eyes. he passes one citrus-scented wipe along denji's cheek, watching his eyelid stretch slightly and his cheek pull taut behind his pressured direction. leaves his face glowing rouge with his eyes all puffy red. gonna have to close those eyes for a moment as he passes the wipe across denji's sockets, smoothing cool damp around the hollow above his eyeball, and the waterline below. off the corner of each, clearing his wet trails down his visage. sides of his nose, following the contoured dip of his cupid's bow, thumb gently passing across his lower lip to feel its gentle plush no longer trembling from heavy breaths. cleaning up his handsome face while denji gives himself a cheap thrill off bakugo's shirt clinging to his sculpted body.
barely getting his face done before a broad-shouldered stud clamors into his car via the driver's seat and crawls over the center console to flop comfortable and splayed in his backseat. bakugo rolls his eyes above an "exasperated" face, then sinks butt first into the driver's seat and turns to his passenger in the back.] What the hell are you planning back there?
[ bakugou acting all innocent like he didn't start it off with biting his finger and sneaking a touch a few seconds ago. did he think denji didn't notice? it's impossible to be dismissive when that boy gets a bit handsy around him. even after how long they've been dating, bakugou going in for the first tease will always be a delight the half-devil cannot resist. this early start, despite how overwhelming it was, had an ease to it; as if his body and heart were lighter, time slowing down to his relaxed pace, and while he knew others were waiting for him, the morning was still young. aki was still preparing breakfast, and it's fated to take a bit longer as he fights off the blood devil from consuming everything on sight. it's fine. denji will show up on time.
the scenet of citrus was strong, yet he's not surprised that was bakugou's choice. denji’s attention wasn’t on the wipe, though. he allowed himself to be all cleaned up as he enjoyed fondling with the other's shirt. the two motions overlapped, an odd rhythm of care— one cleaning, the other fussing, both letting the other’s touch be. his face is super fresh and probably wouldn't be the best spot to kiss, thanks to that chemical layer resting over his skin, but it's a kind gesture he appreciates from his lover. now back to his new seat, his back eased against the sealed door, head tipped to the side just enough for his curls to spill messily over his forehead again, watching bakugou shift into the driver's spot. and immediately, he is suspicious of him. accusing him of planning something. the audacity! ]
I plan to enjoy the view. [ he then let out a long, satisfied sigh, the kind that carried no heaviness— just comfort. sprawled out in the narrow space, legs bent at an awkward angle, he didn’t seem to mind. this car is like their second home, they've spent long hours in here, doing everything from taking a nap, fucking, eating, or just hanging out. before settling completely, he reached up, fingers brushing along the latch of the roof window. with a soft click, it slid open, and the early light spilled in. morning poured through in pale gold, warming the edge of his face, catching in the loose strands of his hair. he tilted his head back to take it in, eyes half-lidded as he glanced over the younger boy, letting the cool air mingle with the soft glow that painted the interior. still riding that high, still mind hazy in a bliss, he couldn't believe how everything -in this moment- looked so heavenly beautiful. yeah, he never felt this way before. ever. can anyone blame him for not wanting to leave just yet?
from where he lay stretched across the backseat, denji smiled, his arm slipping past the narrow gap between seats. his fingertips brushed against the slope of muscle, following it from the curve of bakugou’s shoulder down to the firm line of his bicep. is he really gonna let the hero focus on cleaning his car? yes and no. katsuki will have to deal with some interruptions. ] Don't mind me. I won't get in the way. [ he says, while actively getting in the way ... ]
[he's not acting innocent! he knows what he did! he only made the mistake of thinking denji could take an intimate hint and hold onto it for later instead of taking it as "now" ... like he normally does. ugh, guess he really messed up in that assumption. his boyfriend is a very sex-positive person. bakugo doesn't know how long aki's been in the kitchen, when their birthday breakfast will occur, or anything else outside of denji dumping himself in the backseat of his car and looking positively criminal in his alluring grin. bastard. if he's wanted, he'll get called. they can decide what to do then.
don't give him "the audacity" look when he's clearly doing something suspicious! trundling into the car's backseat and sprawling out with 'come hither' intent. besides, how the hell's he supposed to vacuum and clean back there if denji's tall ass body's taking up all the space? head canted at a perfect angle for sunlight spilling past glass windows, catching onto his hair and making his bangs glow in the morning shine. wouldn't be out of place hiking his shirt up his stomach and showing off.]
You can't see shit from back there. [what view? the back of his front passenger's seat? bakugo's gonna be dealing with the floorboards, blocked by erect metal frames, padding, and fabric! oh he knows denji's ploy and intent. no cleaning or "view" is taking place in the backseat while he's up here. red eyes slowly wander along tented legs, playing the angle of their knees and his shins' slope towards his thighs, up to a curved torso arching towards his car door. and settling on a happy expression tinged with erotic enticement. accented even more as his roof window rolls open on silent gears. good job. if he was planning on fucking, screw it with the damn window open and noise getting out. cool air rushes in, swirling with cleaner and the odd scent of fresh-vacuumed fabric. still working a few of those road-trip lingers out from his upholstery.
katsuki clicks his tongue in annoyance. he's already finished most of the front seats. denji's now flopping across his second tackling area. and a hand's playing over his chest, fingers spreading across carved muscle and beating heart. with a scuff of cloth, he kneels on the front seat, clicks his shoes a few times to knock any gravel off, then pulls them in and shuts the door behind him. before pulling himself into the backseat as well, shopvac abandoned on the front passenger's side.] You're gonna get in the way until you're satisfied, aren't you.
[ denji can't read minds, yet he can safely assume based on that annoyed look on bakugou's face that his boyfriend is doing a whole lot of thinking right now. from being suspicious, to trying to figure out whether he should somehow continue his mission of cleaning the car, if it's even possible with the way denji hijacked the entire space, and then dismissing the idea of something thanks to the open window? hmm, he wonders what it could be ...
his gaze followed the click of the car door as bakugou shut it behind him. the quiet thud echoed in the still air, and denji stayed slouched where he was, knees bent up comfortably in the cramped space. his curls hung forward as he tilted his head, watching with curiosity as the other boy shifted from the driver’s seat, twisting and maneuvering his way toward him. it wasn’t as graceful— bakugou pushed himself across the narrow divide, shoulders brushing against the seats, elbows bumping against the armrests. oh? he's abandoning the cleaning mission? the half-devil couldn’t help the faint grin tugging at his lips, teeth flashing as he leaned forward to help.
his hands found bakugou’s arm first, steadying him, before sliding lower to brace his waist. the fabric under his palms bunched and stretched as he guided him through the tight squeeze, pulling him closer, tug by tug, until bakugou’s weight hovered right above him. denji shifted his own position, adjusting his bent legs, angling his body to make room where there was none. it's time for the open sunroof to serve its purpose, and for once, the car’s ceiling wasn’t a problem. bakugou’s head slipped just beneath it, avoiding any accidents as he moved around. something they both suffered from after many times of getting their head bashed. ]
C’mon ... [ denji muttered under his breath, a soft encouragement as his grip firmed, easing bakugou down until their chests brushed and he was out of the front seat. with the hero finally settled on top, the warmth of him fitting against denji’s stretched frame, deliciously heavy from all those muscles pressing down on him. the car felt even smaller now, every inch of space filled with their bodies. his head fell back against the door, a sigh spilling out of him as he wrapped an arm around bakugou’s middle. cozy, tangled, yet somehow perfect. the backseat turned into a cocoon, where the two of them could sink in and get a bit creative. in this time, denji sends aki a text, "I'll be a bit late." — just in case. you know. things happen.
back to the view he's been babbling about earlier. ] Hi. [ this sly fuck. look at him. he's totally making sure bakugou's ass sits comfortably against his crotch, fingers slipping under his shirt to trace over his lover's curves. ] And yeah, sorry ... I did plan to get in the way. I mean, the car looks pretty damn clean already! I think you're done.
[hijacked the entire backseat, dammit. not only taking up space from door to door, but lounging with every enticing hint he can possibly think of. some which didn't cross his mind at all. did he plan to prop a knee up on the seat? was it deliberate leaving his legs splayed open? did he have to run his fingers through his scruffy hair like a fucking model knowing damn well he's alluring to the man who just wanted to get his stupid car clean? ... probably "yes" to all the above. attention loving and sex are places denji shines. and he's obviously not strong enough to resist those siren calls. the car doors lock, a telltale "shunck!" sound filling metal frames.
what the fuck is graceful about clamoring into the back seat of a car between the front two? spiky bangs swing across his forehead as he clamps his hands on the seat and denji's leg before hauling himself all the way through, half collapsing on his side into denji's inner thigh as his legs tumble from center console to backseat city. has two untwist himself from a weird position, but at least doing so means he's rubbing at his boyfriend's limbs and no long jamming his elbows into his front seat's headrest. of course he's abandoning the cleaning mission! denji's in here making a sexy nuisance of himself! don't grin! you knew it'd end up this way!
gathered into the half-devil's embrace, he drops a hand on denji's shoulder, fingers pulling lines in his shirt as he bunches the fabric towards his palm, then heaves himself slowly upward. pants shift somewhat lower on his hip beneath the other man's touch along his pelvis, narrow waist fitting between the compressing grip of his boyfriend's thighs. bakugou finds purchase on the door's armrest, biceps flexing in denji's view and framing the blonde looming over him in sunlit pause. knees nudge beneath one of denji's thighs, deliberately keeping that tented leg up and refusing to let him do anything other than hook it around bakugou's waist or the back of his thighs. no clunking his head this time.]
You really are a temptation. [growled in all fondness as he drops his head and finds denji's mouth with his own. less a kiss at first, more shoving their lips together in a mouth-focused nuzzle. sandy blonde hair scuffs gentle on the car door, oscillating rocks with each press and tilt. chest to chest, muscles taut and flexing with a mix of pleasure and half-planking position. denji's all stretched out warm and delicious beneath him, tempting his appetite for more of a dish he's already given into. one arm hooks around his middle, he deliberately presses his groin to his boyfriends and drags forward to rut and tease. if he thought he could get away with this kind of sin without going all in, denji's dead wrong. good call on texting. things are happening.]
Brat. [saying "hi" to him like it's nothing when he's got his ass pressing into his dick, fingers under his shirt touching definitions, and his own hand abandons a strong shoulder to dive beneath denji's top. collarbone, pectoral, ripcord...] You're gonna be helping me clean the mess we're gonna make right now.
[ denji shifted beneath bakugou’s weight, his body adjusting to the press of heat as the car’s backseat became smaller, tighter, with every inch bakugou claimed above him. his knees bent higher, shoulders curving against the door, yet none of it felt suffocating. instead, a smile tugged at his mouth—one that seemed boyish at first glance, but the spark behind it betrayed him, all hunger hidden in plain sight. his lashes lowered, framing eyes that caught and clung to bakugou like he was something too sharp to look at for long, and yet impossible to turn away from. his cheeks were flushed, the warmth rising fast, painting him in a glow that softened the corners of his smile, complimenting the golden tangle of his hair. he looked undone without ever being touched, the anticipation sitting heavy in his chest, racing through every beat that pushed blood to the surface. he liked being seen like this— for bakugou to see how much power he had over him.
"You really are a temptation" - when bakugou’s praise cut through, it shifted something in him, which isn't a surprise to anyone here. the mischief lingering in his grin faltered, tamed but not gone. a clear evidence that no matter how long they are together, the half-devil would still take in every flattery as if it's his first time hearing it. timidness traced the edge of his expression, yet oddly fitting well with the sexual appetite within him, unable to soften the reckless energy into something gentler. not at all. denji will always be the chaos between two extremes: a smitten kitten and a starved brute; those two sides coexist in harmony somehow. it's a talent, one might say ... ]
Yes. Of c- [ denji opened his mouth, ready to throw something back, but the first word snagged, tripped, and fell useless in his throat. shit. his tongue stumbled over the sound, catching on itself in a way that felt clumsy, embarrassingly so, and the silence that followed was enough to make his ears burn hotter. it's fine! the hero is keeping their lips busy, teasing for a kiss that begged to be chased instead of given freely. he scoffed, a sharp little exhale through his teeth, jaws relaxing before brushing his tongue over bakugou's lower lip, pleased it was still a bit swollen from earlier. he's so charmed into knots like some virgin, when he was supposed to play it smooth as he enters his adult era. instead, he's losing all the edge the second a very attractive boy crawls into his lap, feeling his body touch and rub against all the right spots. he's hard already, hands sneaking lower to slip under the hem of his lover's pants, half-squeezing his ass and half-pulling him down to press against his arousal too. ] Of course. Whatever you say. Whatever you want. You got it.
[ he's distracted. ah, bakugou is probably teasing a sensitive spot. his ripcord. a finger reached for it under denji's shirt, brushing the trim in a touch that was more innocent at first. the tip traced along one side, as if outlining its angles just to feel the shape. then it hooked the corner, the triangle twisted, now caught between knuckle and fingertip. he knows bakugou would never, not when the risk of damaging the interior of his car is there, but the sensation is sexy as hell. ]
[feels good, the way his body moves along his own. knees lift on either side of his waist, flanking narrow hips and brushing the insides of his thighs and calves along his body. squeezing around him, a mirror sensation of the car's now-tighter-packed backseat with two strong bodies tangling together on its cushions. a wandering thumb stretches downward, pressing to denji's shoulder and massaging circles in the round. somewhat more intimate than his eyes burning arousal inside above his boyfriend's boyish smile. likewise ignited internally by a flaming hunger he wants to consume all his own. heated breath ghosts a mark on denji's flushed cheeks, clearing the area for his tongue's touch. laving a lazy slow line across his bone, leaving glistening trails in its wake. lewd and almost bestial, but claiming without a care. if his man's going to look at him with such eyes while lying in an inviting atmosphere, who's he to deny him? as much as bakugo never wants to own or order denji around, he has his moments of domination.
heh, kind of ironic some teasing flattery aimed at his obvious allure ends up getting denji hot and flushing like a schoolboy sidling up to his object of affection. he really is still a kid in so many ways. bakugo drops his head and captures a sheepish mouth with his own once more, pressing into the kiss until lips mash to teeth and he swears he feels each pointed angle of white a soft outline through his flesh. stoking his boyfriend's rising appetite while playing with his fluttering heart. aware of both sides somehow perfectly in balance within his chest. sometimes it can drive him nuts, the dichotomy; most of the time, it's nothing more than one of denji's charms.
a low groan ripples through his tongue into the one peeking at his lower lip and tracing swollen contours. nerves perk up inside, eagerly sending all signals to his mind of each detail. tongue's more pointed at the tip when he flexes it, softens into a flatter wipe when he licks, tiny tastebuds proving a glistening texture on the top, contrasting with a ridiculously tempting glassy smooth beneath. he longs to capture it between his teeth, scrape his teeth backwards and rake off the barest surface of cells for a salty sluice of saliva back into his own mouth. instead, their mouths stay hovering an inch apart, kissable seconds lasting between panting moments of breath trading and forehead nuzzling. while he drives denji nuts with his hip and body below. grinding in the crux of his thighs, pressing his hidden arousal behind his pants with undulating grinds because someone's paws keep groping his ass through the fabric of his pants.]
Damn. So agreeable like this. [messing with his ripcord is always fun, the way denji's squirms and writhes as he gets his fingers around the slender line, catching his voice and breath in a hitch whenever he tongues through the triangular pull. sometimes he's a dick enough and drags the entire thing into his mouth, swirling it around his saliva and jaws as his lips reach denji's sternum. but he's careful never to pull it beyond a simple taut. he knows limits. right now, too busy messing with his mouth with his own, so his hand gets to play the interloper with his boyfriend's extra little dangle. his free hand's ignored and starts busying itself with denji's pants, unbuckling belt and dragging zipper down with a rasp.]
[ denji stilled, caught off guard by the heat that pressed against his cheek, thick and hot as it traced across his skin. the sensation stole his breath for a heartbeat, but it wasn’t the touch itself that struck him. it was the feral hunger of intent that carried through, the kind that spoke without words, full of demands without asking. his body reacted before he could think. denji's pulse lurched, his muscles tensed, then slackened all at once. the intensity of it flickered across his face as the recognition settled in, some instinct deep inside him bending to that untamed presence. intimidating — in all the right ways. no fear, just raw excitement that prompted every sense in his body to work overtime. everything is suddenly more sensitive, more receptive, and more eager. he could feel it in the way his throat tightened, the way his gaze faltered, drawn downward as if he were sinking deeper into the cushions of the backseats, suddenly aware of their position. his breath came shallow, chest rising in slow, uneven rhythm. every inch of him seemed to hum with awareness, heat pooling low as his body adjusted to the dominance that filled the space.
and of course, the kiss that followed is full of teeth, unwilling to entertain any more sentiments. how could he when bakugou kept denying him his luscious lips? instead it felt like a chase, full of heavy breaths and yearning, and denji is the type of bastard who loved that kind of teasing. it riled him up real good, as if the boy on top of him knew how to play him just right. he shifts a bit, their foreheads met in a quiet, lingering touch— a press that carried heat through the skin, a pulse shared between them. denji could feel the faint brush of hair against his own, the fine strands slipping and catching as they moved closer. he tilits his head, their lips barely touching, yet it was impossibly intimate. their hair tangled at the edges where it met, the faint scent of their rut caught between them. one thing is for sure: when bakugou finally gives in for a kiss, the half-devil doesn't plan to be gentle. ]
Are you surprised? [ even when a feverish blush took over his face, looking hella tipsy under his sexual appetite, he still had it in him to be a menace. denji tried to focus a bit, his mind struggling to concentrate on the friction against his dick, the closeness of bakugou's mouth to his own, the way he's toying with the cord like a fuckng sinner, or the hand that's unzipping his pants. okay, breathe. the cramped space of the backseat started pressing in on every side; he then moved to lift his hip just enough to loosen his pants, the tugging followed, pushing down along with his boxers, all the while he stares over bakugou's parted lips like a starved animal, he even coaxed his lover to give in by relaxing his jaw and sticking his tongue out playfully. come on. take a bite!
it was impossible to strip himself of his pants completely, considering the tight space, but it was enough skin to the point that the metal clasp of the middle seatbelt caught against the back of his thigh, a cold jab that drew a quiet wince. each small movement sent the balance between them leaning, bodies pressed, full of friction here and there, and fuck ... it was driving him crazy. the car creaked softly as they adjusted, one arm looping strongly around the figure draped over him, helping his boyfriend to attend to his own pants next, happy to use this opportunity to aim for his open neck, smothering it with hot kisses. just kisses. for now. but, it's denji. at least the weather is a bit cool nowadays, and wearing a turtleneck isn't so ... out of place. ]
[it feels good, the way denji's body pulsed against his own. his chest and stomach clenched beneath his shirt, pressing grooves and swells along bakugou's, before each flattened and softened when he relaxed once more. he sinks down atop him, pressing his body contact from point to point as much as possible. watching his expression cross his face as they touched and ground together is fucking amazing, from denji's brows softening in passing bliss to his lips tightening and teeth baring as another punch of sensation drives from his hips to his brain. the kiss breaks, he drops his mouth and runs his tongue over his boyfriend's throat as it tensed up, licking adam's apple and neck cords between occasional nips and sucks.
he'd be a shitpoor boyfriend if he was with denji this long and didn't know what sort of things he liked. making him chase his mouth for his kiss, pull his hair until he brought his lips back to his face for another connection. he wants denji riled up and hot, listening to his breath punching from his throat in heady rushes as they press and meld together in one space after another. forehead to forehead, hair mingling together above each kiss and smack of lips and twist of tongue between white teeth. as if he really needs denji to be gentle with him. a low sound rumbles in his throat, shuddering off his question with easy acceptance. like hell is he surprised. he has his own complex sides, but in the end, denji is a simple boy with simple pleasures. who looks punch drunk with pleasure right now. bakugo bites his lower lip, nibbling firm enough to spark a bit of sensation and pain, before dragging back and stretching the skin between his teeth, pain bleeding back into a warm pleasure of relief before it springs free.
clothing scuffs and drags down over sharp hip bones and curved ass cheeks. he works his hands down inside denji's pants and boxers, not letting the inner piece escape his efforts. he wanted this and he's getting it, bakugou's full attention. down his thighs, fingers taking a moment to cop a few feels, over his knees and he has to hike his own hips and legs up while denji's get hauled down and closer together for his clothes to get stripped, pushed, shucked. knees bared, shins pulled free, and finally bunched up around his sneakers before all three get summarily doffed with a few blind motions. blind because bakugou's far more focused face-wise on biting denji's tongue and being a menace to his mouth.
don't tell him stripping denji completely was impossible. all it took was forcing his boyfriend's legs around while he moved his own body, knees hiking and feet lifting from the seat until bakugo was able to wrangle cooperation from his clothes. didn't mind if someone ended up with his foot kicking the ceiling or one hand splayed on the back seat headrest while he turned his lover into a momentary pretzel to get those damn things off. his car's strong enough to bounce on its shocks as they move and bakugou grins down at denji in satisfaction while letting him mess with his own pants. until his face was hidden by his neck and an aggressive mouth going all over it.]
[ even when they do have their share of delightful experiences in the backseat of this car, whether it's a casual makeout session in their break during their shift, or a quick blow job or a full-out sex ... yes, they did it all, but did they ever have the luxury to strip butt naked in all of them? not really. their police uniform and gear are a headache to put on and certainly a challenge to take off in this space. they had to compromise most of the time, get the pants unzipped, dick out, pull it low enough that the fabric wouldn't get in the way, and that's good enough. quick and easy. that's not the case this time, is it?
the backseat was too small for both of them, yet it somehow made this struggle even more exciting. every shift only tangled them closer, knees and shoulders brushing, breaths catching somewhere in the middle. the faint creak of the seat, the brush of fabric, the thud of his pulse — they all blurred together into something that made him ache in a way he didn’t mind. as he was stripped out of his jacket, he didn't react. the shirt followed, pulled over his head with haste, okay that wasn't too hard to accomplish. however, when he noticed bakugou going in for his pants next — well, that was an interesting move. a nasty smirk stretched over his lips, almost admiring his heroic ambition to do the impossible. no way. the space is too tight, those legs are too long, and denji is not being helpful either. a lot of obstacles in the way of the young hero. not gonna happen. that's what he thought - until those strong hands manhandled him into bending under their commands, bold enough to lift denji's weight at ease as he yanked on his pants. the half-devil blinked once, twice, like maybe the scene in front of him would change if he looked at it differently. it didn’t. he breathed out, a shaky sound that turned into a soft laugh. part of him wanted to deny it still, even when bakugou challenged him with that smug grin of his, a charming 'fuck you' for doubting his skills as he tossed those pants away and to the front seat, and - yeah, denji found this the sexiest thing ever. he's now naked. fucking naked in this fine morning of his birthday. his beloved boyfriend is truly on a mission to make this an unforgivable day in his life.
bakugou's next. his shirt comes off first, pulled over his head when denji leaned back, lips parted, and glistened in a few stains of red. it wasn't a deep wound, it didn't bleed enough to roll down the curve of his neck. nothing more than a heavily bruised skin after some 'playful' nibbles. denji slouched against the car door, shoulder pressed to the cool metal, cheek half-tilted toward the glass as he watched the other boy go for the final tug, ridding himself of his pants, and was now fully bare. somehow, between all that hot friction and moving around, denji stretched his legs a bit, feet resting against the window behind the hero. the heels are fated to leave faint smudges on the glass, but he didn’t care. he will clean it later when they're done. more importantly, he can spread them wide open as their posture changes, with bakugou trapped in the middle. no shame, he wanted his boyfriend to see how eager he is, cock hard and yearning. the heat spread through his entire body, struggling to keep his cool as he teased. ] You don't have to be as gentle anymore. I'm a man now, remember? [ he's very aware how bakugou had to take it in dry, but when it's the others' turn, he'd expect to be prepared thoroughly like a maiden. for someone who had a great tolerance towards pain, he can't explain why it took him a while to get used to getting fucked this way. this injustice will end today. ]
[always a quick impromptu event, clamoring into the seat for a tryst after a shift or burning off boredom from a stakeout. he's never purposefully invited denji to the squad car to fuck around in. not the same as climbing into bed and leaving the floor strewn with shirts and pants for later pickup. it'd take too long to mess with belts, gun holsters, buttoned-up shirts, and tough sneakers from the job. as difficult as it is to strip out of all that inside a car, getting dressed once they finished would be eve more of a hassle. hard enough to yank his pants back up after a handjob or blowjob snuck between missions.
don't give him that kind of smirk! you doubt his ability to stubborn his way through anything? he's getting his boyfriend naked even if it requires shoving his sexy legs all the way back to his damn ears! jacket tossed into the front seat, shirt following with a pointed thrust, leaving denji's upper body stripped bare. toned pectorals and firm abs clenching beneath his skin with his ripcord dangling attractive down his sternum like usual. fuck, he wants it in his mouth, but he's busy with shedding his others. don't ask him why he's determined for this skin-to-skin contact. after he basically promised them both a life together forever in this world, is it much a problem to want his boyfriend completely all of a sudden? funny denji gets it through his head for a second bakugo would be cowed out of his goal by something as dumb as a car's confined space.
his "fuck you" glows below championed eyes, so damn proud of himself via his grin for getting the "impossible" done and denji's pants now banished to the front seat with his boxers. shoes on the floor because he's not wasting the time tossing them up there. his boyfriend's laugh hums in his ears, prompting a wash of heat as he leans over his languid form and traces his tongue across the half-devil's jaw, kisses over his cheek (pausing long enough for a bite), and finally settles on his mouth once more. kissing his head back against the car door behind him, one hand cupping at his shoulder and collarbone, other hand pointedly drawing circles with his middle finger along the bared expanse of his hip and side of one buttock. as if denji hadn't thought about a birthday fuck at some point on his day of days. the bed or the shower, but nah, bakugo decided (with some spurring from a certain blonde brat) to take his in the car.
guess he's next. no fight, only a quiet shift and acceptance as his shirt's pulled overhead, tugging his wild bunch of spikes through the collar where they spring back to normal once passed. lips curve in a satisfied grin as he rolls his shoulder, deliberately flexing muscle and skin all for denji's consumption. he's not concerned about a few red flecks or crimson gloss on his lips or skin; not the first time someone's bitten hard enough for blood between the two of them. he ratchets his own hips up and thumbs one hand down the side, shucking it towards the curve of his rear and over, down the back of his thighs, towards his knees, forced to hike one leg upward to the side so he can shimmy it further and finally off his feet. into the front seat with the rest, leaving him as completely bared as his boyfriend. bakugo drops both hands atop his lover's shins, one sliding down towards his knee and across his thigh, the other sliding backwards to his ankle, ignoring his footprint now pressed telltale to the car window.
guiding one long leg around his waist, encouraging its twin about the back of his thighs, bakugo deliberately traps himself in his lover's straddled wrap. he leans forward without shame or pause, pressing nude to nude in a long glide of hips and dick to stomach and chest to shoulders broad and lips claiming lips once more in a heated kiss. he saw him, how eager denji is, his dick throbbing hard between their bodies, balls rubbing together in a smooth kiss. he isn't looking for his boyfriend to keep him cool; he wants to see him heated up.] Dumbass. That doesn't mean shit if you want lube or not. [he's never begrudged denji for wanting to be prepared first, even he has grouched at him (noisily) for shoving it up his own ass raw. bakugo grinds his hips forward, running their dicks together and slowly working their excitement towards a leak of precum.] If you like it wetter, say so.
[ the little strip show, despite the minor struggles along the way, had a lot of influence on the half-devil more than it should've been. fucking hell, will it ever calm down? the excitement that bursts through him when he sees his boyfriend slowly free himself from each piece, exposing more of his skin with every passing second? watching him strip is an experience in its own, and the more they got together, denji still found himself getting effortlessly riled up. he'd stop whatever he's doing, his eyes shadowing bakugou's every move, every tug and pull and twist of fabric. broad shoulders, defined arms, the kind of athletic build that spoke of power without excess. every movement carried that same easy control, as if he knew exactly how much strength to use and when to hold back. he wasn’t just handsome; he was striking, the kind of person you couldn’t look at without feeling the weight of it. to denji and others, too. a reality he doesn't like to think about, but he had to accept. every little flex of muscle, those biceps, his chest, toned abs, and down his hips. it made his fingers itch, mouth eager for a taste - if he could kiss every inch of his body right now, he would do it. fucking perfection.
denji slouched deeper into the seat, the cushions dipping under his weight as if trying to swallow him whole. his eyes lifted, drawn upward to the figure looming over him, and for a heartbeat, he forgot to breathe. it hit him all at once— the shape of him in the low morning light, the fierce power in the way bakugou held himself— and denji's chest tightened. his usual devious grin faded, replaced by something softer, deceptively 'sweet'. his lashes lowered with awe, a flicker of wonder slipping through as his brows eased and his lips parted just slightly, baring some teeth. he looked spellbound; there was something undeniably appealing in the way his boyfriend took the lead, not too aggressive, but not timid either. it kept him on edge. he was already struck by visuals alone, and then bakugou started touching him shamelessly. his body tensed, stiff, then he forced himself to fucking relax so his legs could cooperate as they were being guided, exposing himself even more. and then, bakugou pressed down on him, the pressure, the friction against his aching cock, it made him gasp for air. fuck, that boy didn't stop there, skin burning hot underneath those muscles, by the time he felt the weight against his chest, the half-devil was already struggling to keep composure. he knew a kiss was coming, and denji assumed he should clean off the blood from his lips first, but nah. like a brute, he bit down just a little too hard, sharp teeth catching the inside of his own cheek. the pressure built for a second, then broke clean, enough to taste the copper bloom that followed. a thin line of heat spread across his tongue, mixing in with his lover's taste. just in time to lean in to the kiss. a proper way to seal the deal of a life together.
he forced his tongue in, guiding his hand up, fingers threaded through the mess of blonde spikes, catching before sliding deeper. and then they curled, gripping hard enough to make the hair bunch between them. if he wanted to chit-chat, they would have to do it without breaking their lips apart. his other hand forced its way between their bodies, arching his back slightly for more friction, toes curling tight. wetter ... he's asking if he likes it wetter. of course he does, and he's working on it. a faint, dizzy smile tugged at his busy mouth, face terribly heated. ] Dumbass? Nope. I'm a damn genius!
[ he's so far gone at this point, his heart, mind, and body are all focused on one thing, and it's to get fucked right here right now. total unity. the perfect storm for chaotic ideas; his sloppy fingers forced their way lower, with an intent to fondle his own cock, only to invite bakugou's into the tight embrace, teasing the head with the tip of his thumb. his breath hitched, tilting his head to deepen their kiss. it's warm and wet, coating his fingers with his leaking precum before smearing it all over bakugou's length, stroking him. he muffles something into their heated kiss, full of spunk and pride. it's incoherent, but it's something along the line of 'self-made lube!' ... maybe it's a good thing he didn't say it out loud. ]
[his boyfriend sinks into the cushions, not far enough bakugou can't reach him with any part of his body he wants. citrine eyes raise to his own, calling him forward with no resistance. how the hell could he stay away from this man? splayed out below him with every detail bared and visible to his eyes. caught in muted sunlight pouring through windows on all sides, his own body shadowing denji's in places intimate and alluring. muscles tighten in his chest, visible under his skin, his ripcord slides aside on one pectoral and steals his gaze for a moment. before returning to his handsome face once more. watching a devilish grin ease into softer fondness, prompting him to yearn for his lips, or perhaps a butterfly kiss on his eyes as lashes fan across pretty irises, or his tongue sliding between denji's jaw and lapping over sharp white points he's come to love so much. caught up in heat and interest, he loves seeing his boyfriend's awestruck expression.
sight and sound, touch and taste, the scent of a cleaner car mingling with crisp morning air and denji's shampoo from a previous shower. mingling together in every sense as he traces patterns on his partner's thigh with one hand, the other wandering to his calf for lazy writing. simple words, "love", "hot", "sexy", drift across his skin and play along his muscle's run, making sure to trail word ends off on the sensitive skin of his ankle and top of his foot for no reason other than to see denji's reactions to them. a young man who's felt rough touches and light ones. until legs leave his hands and bakugou trades them for denji's shoulder and the car door when he presses down atop him. a low groan answers his heady inhale, melding skin to skin as their dicks nuzzle together and their abs sandwich the pair between them, leading chest to chest and chasing mouths in a heated run. with a copper flavor mingling in saliva and tangling tongues as he kisses him. bakugou's come to expect there's a chance of blood whenever he kisses denji, slick muscle tracing along his palate, his tongue, his cheek, finding where a tang came strongest... and licks gently along the tiny injury.
wetness twists as slithering tongues twist together, a hand buries in his hair and he shudders while pushing his head into denji's grip until spikes get softly crunched in his boyfriend's grip. he swiftly presses his own hand around his shoulder, hooks it beneath his neck and cups his opposite shoulder in a greedy embrace to haul himself even closer. deliberately rubbing chest to chest as nipples brush together with sparking nerves lighting up, denji's ripcord rolling about the valleys of their pecs. he sucks in air, momentarily breaking a messy kiss for a lewd pant, then kisses him again. fingers crawl across warming stomachs, abs chiseling with a dropped spine, hips barely separating enough to let their cocks tussle alongside each other with increasing ooze. precum seeps from his tip, licking over denji's and mixing the syrupy clear fluid together.]
Now you're bragging. [a genius in certain aspects, he'll give him that. their hands tangle together, fingers twisting and interlocking in a scramble for grip and fondling. they found each other in the moistening cavern of their pelvises, he captures his cock and denji's in their hands to squish and smear precum along their fingers. thumbs coaxing droplets from their tips, fingers pressing the tract of on the underside of each shaft and pushing up to prompt more wetness out. it drools on their adonis belt, leaks down an angled pelvic v, seeping as much around denji's root and along his hanging balls to his perineum. trickling over sensitive skin towards the puckered rim of his opening not so hidden by his cheeks now, what with bakugou knocking his boyfriend's legs apart and wrapping them around himself.
self-made lube... he bites denji's lower lip and draws back, making him feel skin stretch and teeth graze on his plush.] That's what precum is, baka. [husked in affection and amusement as he squeezes their dicks together and milks another gush of fluid onto their hands to make it wet and slimy. squishing noises shlick between them, twisting their fingers together around throbbing shafts, balls rubbing in a jostle of dampening sacs and sweating grinds. bakugou drops his hips again, actively thrusting and rolling against his boyfriend in deliberately ruts to encourage more heat, more precum, more contact. he hasn't decided if he's gonna work him open with his fingers yet, but at least denji's gonna have a dripping prod nudging to his entrance when bakugo does decide to take him.] Just a bit more, babe... Then you're gonna feel it.
[ and between all the rush of emotions, the moment held still as a fingertip drifts across his skin, drawing a unique path. the motion traces faint lines, letters he can’t quite read at first, each one burning softly into him like they were written in heat instead of touch. every stroke sends a pulse beneath his skin, a small shock that travels up through his chest and sits heavy behind his ribs. his body twitches with every new curve and flick, and then it all clears out, each word, one after another. the gentleness of it knocks something loose in him. it’s too much and not enough all at once, like a perfect tease that is designed to drive his sanity into a dismay. his throat tightens, his heart thudding unevenly, each brush of the finger pulling his attention deeper into the space between breath and pulse. he feels everything, between their sloppy kisses, the fervor, the way their bodies writhle in rut, the drag of skin on skin, the ghost of ardor that lingers after each shift, the soundless rhythm of touch and retreat. it's fucking overstimulating him in all the right ways. denji's senses blur together until he can’t tell where the feeling ends and he begins. there’s no thought, only the dizzying starvation of wanting more and more.
by the time the word foreplay ends, the half-devil is left trembling; his skin remembers the words even after they’re gone, every line thrumming like it’s still being written. as he snaps out of it, he didn't even notice he had his eyes squeezed shut the entire time, and when they open— his lids felt heavy, unable to lift their own weight. eyes a bit glossy, moaning heavy as he tipped his chin upward, relaxing his jaw into a deeper, mess of pressed lips, forcing his tongue in before swallowing the rich taste of their mixed blood in an unspoken rite. bakugou chose to stay, to build a life with him in this world, and denji chose to give him his entire heart. to make sure to be there for him, support the hero's new dreams, stay by his side, love him unconditionally for so long as he's breathing. he takes in a deep exhale, trying to focus enough to work his fingers through bakugou's cock, a poor attempt to regroup himself before his boyfriend presses his chest against his, feeling those full, soft -yet toned- pecs, nips growing hard between all the maddning friction. that ... was dirty. a direct hit that could've made him burst so early on in the game. that was no innocent mistake, bakugou knew what he was fucking doing to him. denji tilts his head back as they break off the kiss, mouth parting lightly, moaning hot and heavy as his spine arches, stretching through his shoulders. the motion ends with a dull thud as the back of his head bumps the window; strands of his blond hair hang in loose, uneven curls over his eyes. everything about him looks unguarded— limbs loose, throat exposed, a small fog of breath on the window where his head rests. he watches bakugou barely catch his breath before they rush in for another open-mouth kiss. ]
Ah ... a b-bit more? [ he pants, voice a bit raspy between their bloodstained lips. did he really need more prep? probably. but beyond logic, denji doesn't think so. his shoulders quiver as a rush of pleasure wrecks through his body, making his toes curl tightly. another moan, a whimper, leaking hot precum all over their fingers and down his inner thighs in a mess. he lost all focus, pulling his hand away and grabbing bakugou's shoulder instead, while the other clutched into his thick hair, not tugging hard enough to hurt, just enough to demand more. it's getting too intense, too warm, too everything. he lost it all when he felt the other thrusting into his aching cock, urging him down against the seats with each push, and in this moment — he didn't care if he was still not ready. ] I'm good. It's ... yeah, I'm so good. So ready to feel it. [ he forces bakugou to lean closer, kissing him again and again. ] ... please ♥ [ it's sickly sweet, sickly lewd, begging for it, whether his body is ready for it or not, too far gone that the pain will wear the mask of pleasure at ease. a strong arm finds its way around bakugou's waist, tugging him closer and in place. without sitting up, denji reaches out, his free hand wandering impatiently through the air until his fingers slam against the panel. his fingertip finds the switch, and with a quick press, the glass roof begins to slide shut. the soft hum of the motor fills the car with a low mechanical purr. as the light fades, a thin shadow passes over denji's face, yet it failed to cool the gleam of his heavily flustered cheeks.
with the roof shut and windows closed, covered in a black tint for privacy, they can stop worrying about being too rowdy at this early hour. ]
[teasing him, charming him, loving him all at once. bakugo's always wanted to give denji "more" and "better" since they began drawing clower to each other. partners, friends, boyfriends, he isn't going to stop, even if it drives the other man crazy with his feelings. splayed out beneath him in a glistening mess all over the car seat, what faint sunlight filters through the window catching on beads of sweat clinging to the half-devil's skin. each tremble visible among muscle and definition as his breath alternates between caught hikes and struggling groans.
bakugo doesn't miss a second of his reactions, red eyes locked onto parting lids as denji's eyelashes slowly separate from each other. revealing tawny depths below his shaggy bangs, glassed over in a sheen of wetness before his groan's captured in another heated kiss. mouth to mouth, tongue tempting a single tangle from tip to middle and back again. as if he might go deeper... and retreats to tease him even more while denji's throat dips in another swallow of salty flavor and wetness. one of the best ways to shut him up. outside of a heavy flirt out of nowhere or a touching gift leaving him stunned.
their bodies meet once more, sweat sliding down from chest to ribs and follow the contour of each curved bone. like salty tears leaking towards the backseat covering, which is definitely going to need another wash after this. their fingers twist and slide over each hard mast, coaxing more precum from mushroomed heads until both are slick and messy with a glistening coat. he bucks his hips forward, rubbing into denji's hand as he cups and feels him, mixing hip grinds and thrusts as their chests nuzzle together. he'd be a pathetic boyfriend if he didn't know what buttons to push when it came to denji's pleasure and likes.
saliva strands stretch between their mouths and trail after a broken kiss, light catching in the faint spindles as they quiver beneath denji's moaning breath. bakugo buries one hand in his hair, cupping the back of his head in a grazing fist when his boyfriend arches up into his body like that, shoulders rolling and skin sliding together with another undulating press. feels good, the way he's reacting, how denji looks right now, completely shot to pieces with inhibitions shaken and heart pumping with love and passion. he ducks his head and finds a long line up his lover's throat which needs his tongue's presence. licking sweat droplets from the end of his collarbone up the side of his neck and flicking off his jaw amid a husky exhale. that faint puff of mist on the glass is hotter than it should be...]
Uh-huh. [a bit more of all this. touching, tangled together, hips sticky with precum gushing between them, one foot hooked around an ankle, fingers dragging down sweaty shoulders to grasp at denji's hand in a scramble across the seats. thick shoulder muscles flex beneath his grasping hands, his dick throbs alongside its partner's, shivers ripple down his spine as his hair tugs from another grasp. he's gonna have mussed spikes when he gets out of the car. pulling him to him and another heady grind finally kicks his own patience out of its comfortable seat.]
I really should make you beg for it more. [his voice husks hot into denji's mouth, but a single "please" tugs his own dam free. precum stretches from head to glans, snapping as his tip traces down the underside of the half-devil's shaft, oozing onto his smooth sac and coating his balls with a few messy lines, before finally slipping off them completely. he takes his time feeling his way down the other boy's perineum, nudging his swollen tract which normally sees little focus on all those pretty nerves. until he slips between denji's rounded cheeks and nudges right there into the center of his puckered rim. should finger him, should offer something more than a few kisses of precum and probing hints. heh, he won't comment on the sunroof shutting, but denji's rewarded for his tact by bakugo slowly pressing forward. hips shift, his buttocks flex, thighs firm, and he cusses softly at the sensation.] You're always tight...
[purred into his handsome mouth, sultry words painting sharp teeth as he draws back a fraction and slips forward the same. denting his crenelated ring again, pressing until he feels tight muscle stretch and give a bit as precum coats his hole. back once more, forward anew, this time feeling his rim open and part around his curved tip. slowly spreading wider and sliding backwards along bakugo's head, stretching his muscle into a more willing give. he knows it burns, knows it hurts, knows it's getting wet and sticky and his crown finally kisses denji's hole at the widest part of his tip. another kiss breaks, he flicks his tongue across the half-devil's lips, wanting to hear his voice as he presses in one more and 'pop' breeches his body with a soft jolt as his glans slips through and settles in a sweltering, clenching heat he knows and loves.] Fuck, babe...
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luckily for them, their tracker rings are working perfectly. bakugou knows when denji starts moving. he went on his morning job a bit earlier because he didn't want to come back a sweaty fall-morning mess and get tackled the second he opened the damn door. no, he's already run, showered, and eaten. aki and power want to take denji out for breakfast, so he made sure to have an excuse so his boyfriend couldn't drag him into it.
no, bakugou's out in the parking lot, tending to his car. that trip to sendai saw him hosting a pack of fucking animals in here. denji at least tried to mind his fucking manners! can't say the same for their other passengers... ugh. he turns off his shop-vac when the ring notes denji's approach, looking up over the car's top to see his boyfriend speed walking towards him.]
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... and it's bakugou.
and there he is. the ring had brought them together, to the sight of the boy who is now standing next to his car, sunlight catching in his hair in a golden touch, almost as if he was waiting for him. denji comes fast at first, his steps uneven with urgency. the closer he gets, the slower his feet move. his breath falters, a bit shallow as he finally stops, standing just before his boyfriend, and from this close perspective, all he could stare at are those eyes; so red that burns, but with the light spilling across them, there’s a softness hidden in the edges, a warmth the world doesn’t get to see often. someone both untouchable and deeply human. he lifts a hand half-way, then lets it fall uselessly back to his side. his chest heaves, breath a bit shaky, like he’s bracing against a wave he knows will drown him. ]
... You're ... staying? [ his voice is low, almost fragile, shouldering every fear he’s ever tried to bury. he asked not because he doesn’t believe. not because he doubts the hero's promise. but because he’s lived too long expecting things to vanish the second he reaches for them, and he needs this to be real. he needs bakugou’s voice to cut through the weakness in him, to smother the last voice of doubt. to end it all. ]
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heh, at least he managed to get a lifted hand up. you know, there's a reason he doesn't invited denji to do morning runs with him. this guy came from the bedroom to the parking lot and he looks out of breath. kinda cute.]
Aa. I'm staying. I meant everything I said. [if he has to repeat it all word for word, he will. they may not have the luxury of knowing when lilith will send them all home, but he can still choose to stay here with denji as long as possible. forever to the end if they have their way. he lowers arms to his sides, facing the other man with a quiet, firm expression.] I'll spend the rest of my life with you.
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denji’s arms tightened until his muscles tensed, as if he thought that if he squeezed hard enough, it could speak for him. his breath broke against the hero's neck, hot and uneven, his nose scrunching as the sting in his eyes threatened to spill over. his fingers dug deeper into the fabric, clinging in jagged bursts, then smoothing as if he was afraid he’d hurt him, then gripping again when the thought of letting go made panic rise in his throat. and they'll stay there, locked in an embrace, one that denji is not ready for to end. he didn't care if they weren't alone, and if there were any prying gazes coming their way. this ... is something he'd never experience again in his lifetime. he won't find love like this again. he won't be promised a forever again. he doesn't plan to let anyone take it away from him.
if bakugou thought this guy was a drama queen before, well - he's up for a treat. why the hell did he think it was a good idea to talk between sobs? as if it wouldn't make him sound extra whiny and pathetic, but here we are. ] I thought ... I ... Katsuki, I was preparing myself to say goodbye to you for months! And it sucked! I fooled myself into thinking I could do it, because you had to go back to your world, but nothing could prepare me for this. The fact I don't ... have to ... anymore ...
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he slides his hand down further, resting warm fingers and tough palm over his boyfriend's nape. blunt nails lightly stroking to try and comfort him. squeezing the breath out of him. he turns his head and nuzzles his mouth into denji's temple, not minding the mess he's probably making all over his shirt collar or how the guy keeps gripping then releasing his shirt like some kind of fabric heartbeat throbbing for assurance. someone who never had anyone, and everyone who came ended up betraying him or leaving... he knows his words, promise, feelings, all of that are going up against a lifetime of every opposition to love possible. he's going to break it all eventually. reach for the beating heart still inside denji's chest and hold onto it from now until the end of their time. not a perfect life, but a good one, when the man he loves can feel loved every day.
heh, he really is dating a big ol sap. bakugo tilts his head and rests it on denji's, eyes lidded halfway in a softer expression. never once stopping the gentle motion of his fingers along his nape, carding up through his hair along the back of his head, down to the top of his spine. lazy circles and small rubs, encouraging him.] We don't have to go back, Denji.
[he can't lie to him. going back to his world and returning after the war finished freed him from so much pressure to return. and now that he knows he'll wake up exactly where he left off... well... his life here can mean just as much as the one back home. maybe it's selfish, wanting to stay here with denji so the man doesn't need to return to his own, but at some point, they'll go back. until that time, however, he's gonna be beside this man as much as possible.] You don't have to say goodbye anymore.
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denji leaned in until his forehead rested against bakugou’s; their hair brushed together, soft strands catching and tickling against skin, the faint rustle of it loud in the quiet between them. his eyes slipped shut, lashes damp, and he lingered there, noses almost brushing, the intimacy of it so close it felt like nothing else existed. "you don't have to say goodbye anymore." ... a smile broke across his face. it trembled as it spread, like his face wasn’t used to shaping itself this way. it felt strange, pulling at muscles that had long forgotten what it was like to move for something so simple, so pure. yes, he’d smiled before, always a sincere one, whether it was a teasing one, out of mischief, out of being smitten, but this was ... different. this one came from somewhere deeper, from a place in his chest that had always been locked up tight. it softened his features, peeled away the rough edges and the weariness behind his eyes. he didn't know what it was ...
-until it hit him. ah, could it be? ]
I'm ... [ it's scary. it's scary and ... exciting. in its simplicity, even between all the beautiful memories they made together, denji has never said it out loud. unaware of how it terrified him more than anything. ] ... I'm happy. You make me happy. You make me feel like I'll be okay. You make me feel like one day it will stop hurting. I never thought ... I could ever be so lucky to have someone to love me the way you do ... [ more tears, more of those embarrassing little gasps and sighs, but he didn't care. he'll give all of his heart for that boy, even when it might suffocate him. the hero can handle it. ] I promise to love you and make you happy, too. I-I'll ... make sure we build the best life together.
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forehead to forehead, a light tough barely clunking as spiky strands pierce into messy curls. bakugo leans into his touch, a soft nuzzle as much to keep their skin connected as much to assure him it's all right. they're together, here, and nothing's going to separate them. they can stay as long as the want to. no goodbyes needed anymore. he feels denji's smile more than sees it, knows it's there curving his lips amid each shuddering breath. smiles aren't alien on the half-devil's face, yet this one feels so different from the others. a truly happy smile brought about though disbelief and incredulous realization. dawning light is leagues away from daylight after all. bakugo gives those strong shoulders a few squeezes, as if he might be able to encourage denji further along on letting out all the emotions rushing to his surface in one moment. this probably was overwhelming for a morning event.]
Good. I'd be a pretty pathetic boyfriend if I made you sad. [granted, he has made denji sad and worried before, when he got injured or disappeared or got moody over something. never promised the man a perfect life free of problems. but if he can give him a life where denji's happy, like this, more often than he's sad, that'll be a good life to give. denji's rambling, spilling out things the hero so often takes for granted in his day to day life. happiness, okay, painless, lucky, love.] I want you to feel those things all over again. [sappy platitudes like "as often as possible" or "forever every day" can't find their way to his lips, since he doesn't want to bother lying like that.] But I promise we'll have a life together where you won't have to regret anything. [building the best life together.]
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slowly, he pulled back, just barely; he still remains in his lover's personal space as his hands moved clumsily over his face, swiping at the tears that only seemed to multiply. he didn’t care— they weren’t heavy anymore. just too salty. with a huff and a chuckle, denji got bored with tugging on his skin and used the collar of his shirt to wipe away the wetness. his lips came last, and he focused there, giving them the extra attention, dragging the fabric over the corners where the smile still clung. he meets bakugou's gaze, lashes clumped from tears that hadn’t yet dried, but it was the smile that spoke the most. a softness born from a place deeper than fleeting thrill. this was happiness, heavy with years of absence. it will take time, maybe a few hours of reflection, maybe days or a week to fully comprehend that letter, bakugou's devotion, and the new life that's been offered to him. his head is floating between the clouds, still in a high, and he's unsure if he'll always be like this or if it will calm down. hell, he didn't want it to stop. he didn't ... ]
I'll never regret a life with you. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, and I'll make sure you'll never forget that. [ not by flowers, not by buying him chocolate and gifts, even when he will continue spoiling the hero with them, he knew what would truly reach bakugou's heart. and it's for denji to find the strength to move on from his past, to never look back, and live without fear of an unknown future. with a sigh, his fingers traced the edges of sharp cheekbones, the soft touch beneath his palms was intoxicating. there was no rush in the gesture; each slow stroke was laced with sentiment, as if memorizing the lines of his lover's face, holding on with quiet reverence. he then leans in, with his fingers curled over bakugou's nape, pulling him closer, lips parting slightly before kissing him. he didn't care where they are, who's around, or whatever. it's an overwhelming morning, full of beauty and intensity, and the only person who should take all that rush is bakugou. ]
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as denji pulls back, he lets his arms relax around him, fingers sliding down his back and tracing over spine and muscle before resting on the hem of his pants shy of his pelvis. playing an index over the arch of denji's pelvic bone where it peeks above his pants hem hidden beneath his shirt. yeah, there's no way he's gonna wipe those tears with his hands and get any success. and there goes his shirt. bleh. he's gonna have to wash his face and change his shirt before going to breakfast. bakugo cants his head slightly, red eyes watching his boyfriend do his best at cleaning himself up, sunlight glittering in the tears remaining in denji's lashes and making his eyes glow a ruddy garnet. what's that saying: "a little water never hurt a handsome man." a smile in the morning light he'll never forget as long as he lives. soft as a whisper yet deep as a seat, heralding excitement and disbelief together. happiness. he's always wanted to make denji happy. each time he manages it, feels like a personal victory against the half-devil's life which seems to (back home) want him to experience anything but. that place no longer has any claim on denji. he does.]
Oh yeah? I'll hold you to that. [make him remember every day. past the spoiling bouquets and boxed sweets, past the steamy showers together and warm nights shared under blankets. he'll look forward to each way denji strive to make his promise hold. they both will. he turns his head an captures denji's finger between his teeth, hot breath ghosting around it as he traces the blunt tip with his tongue. naughty. yet if his man's gonna stroke his damn cheek like a sap, he's gonna bite his finger like a badass. deal with it. he only releases it when denji leans in and accept the kiss in trade, tilting his head to deepen their connection. take some effort not to slip his tongue in and turn this affectionate bit of love into an intimate heated thing. there's a car right behind him with the door wide open... but denji has his friends also waiting for him for breakfast.] You taste salty.
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what if he was wrong? what if, for once, the impossible wasn’t so far out of reach? the challenge itself made him want it more, made him crave every second of proving himself wrong. he could see it; every small adventure, every ridiculous detour, every chance to try something new with bakugou. and he promised himself then, he would do it all, not waste a second, not let joy slip through his fingers the way everything used to. and just as much as he wanted those things for himself, denji wanted more for the boy he loves: to achieve his true dream, even in this city. he could already picture him standing tall, called the best hero this city had, the one they’d hail as the greatest kaiju killer. the kind of title that made people believe there could be an era of peace. and denji would be there every step of the way, cheering until his throat gave out, watching with pride heavier than his own heartbeat, supporting him in the quiet ways too— through the mornings, the nights, the rough days when even heroes needed someone to lean on. he’d be there, no matter what. because he wasn’t just bakugou’s boyfriend, he was his biggest fan. and that was a role the half-devil was ready to give everything for. ]
The taste of tears bothers you? That's nothing, considering you're used to swallowing blood by now. [ in which he relaxed his jaw, mouth open wide enough to catch bakugou's lower lip between sharp teeth. a nip, a light bite and a tug. no, he didn't break through his skin, but he's really, really close. he'd leave that soft flesh a touch swollen when he pulls back. he then drops a little airy kiss over each fading tooth mark, one, two, and maybe three. there. all good. he then leaned his head back, peering over the open door to the car's backseat, and how welcoming it is. yes, breakfast awaits, but he's more invested in spending time with the other boy, maybe for an extra few minutes. somehow, watching bakugou clean his car is the most exciting thing right now. work that tiny vacuum, hero. ]
I'm staying for a bit. I don't want this morning to end so soon. [ he takes a moment to fix bakugou's top after such a tight embrace. his fingers catch the edge of the shirt, a light tug pulling the fabric taut. the cotton strained, stretching across the frame beneath it, every fold and crease vanishing as it clung tight to muscle. the shape of the chest pressed forward, ridges of strength outlined in the brief resistance before the fabric shifted again. the shirt gave a soft ripple when released, sliding back into place with faint, lazy wrinkles that traced over the curves they’d just revealed. this was definitely planned, and denji is shameless. he then stepped to the side and clambered into the backseat like an uninvited guest. the leather creaked under his weight as he stretched out across it, arms flung loosely over the head as though the car were his own couch. ]
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someone really doesn't know what fire he's playing with right now. bakugo's been coaxed into morning fucks before. he can do be coaxed again... oh good, he's patting it down with those stupid butterfly kisses. as denji drifts his head back, he leans his shoulders to the car's door frame, one foot propping its heel to the running board below. sienna eyes flicker over his shoulder, he knows he's looking into the car, thinking the same thoughts despite bakugo knowing his boyfriend has a breakfast date or more. the later half of the day is all his, so he should be nice and let others have denji for the first half.
oy. cleaning is currently on hold, mr interruption.]
Hmph. All right. [he won't rush him out. as denji messes with his shirt, bakugo hauls himself back into his car long enough to fish around and finally snag something from his center console. got it. now denji can actually fuss with his clothing, while bakugo rips open a packet of cleaning wipes and goes for his boyfriend's face. all messy with runny nose and leaky eyes. he passes one citrus-scented wipe along denji's cheek, watching his eyelid stretch slightly and his cheek pull taut behind his pressured direction. leaves his face glowing rouge with his eyes all puffy red. gonna have to close those eyes for a moment as he passes the wipe across denji's sockets, smoothing cool damp around the hollow above his eyeball, and the waterline below. off the corner of each, clearing his wet trails down his visage. sides of his nose, following the contoured dip of his cupid's bow, thumb gently passing across his lower lip to feel its gentle plush no longer trembling from heavy breaths. cleaning up his handsome face while denji gives himself a cheap thrill off bakugo's shirt clinging to his sculpted body.
barely getting his face done before a broad-shouldered stud clamors into his car via the driver's seat and crawls over the center console to flop comfortable and splayed in his backseat. bakugo rolls his eyes above an "exasperated" face, then sinks butt first into the driver's seat and turns to his passenger in the back.] What the hell are you planning back there?
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the scenet of citrus was strong, yet he's not surprised that was bakugou's choice. denji’s attention wasn’t on the wipe, though. he allowed himself to be all cleaned up as he enjoyed fondling with the other's shirt. the two motions overlapped, an odd rhythm of care— one cleaning, the other fussing, both letting the other’s touch be. his face is super fresh and probably wouldn't be the best spot to kiss, thanks to that chemical layer resting over his skin, but it's a kind gesture he appreciates from his lover. now back to his new seat, his back eased against the sealed door, head tipped to the side just enough for his curls to spill messily over his forehead again, watching bakugou shift into the driver's spot. and immediately, he is suspicious of him. accusing him of planning something. the audacity! ]
I plan to enjoy the view. [ he then let out a long, satisfied sigh, the kind that carried no heaviness— just comfort. sprawled out in the narrow space, legs bent at an awkward angle, he didn’t seem to mind. this car is like their second home, they've spent long hours in here, doing everything from taking a nap, fucking, eating, or just hanging out. before settling completely, he reached up, fingers brushing along the latch of the roof window. with a soft click, it slid open, and the early light spilled in. morning poured through in pale gold, warming the edge of his face, catching in the loose strands of his hair. he tilted his head back to take it in, eyes half-lidded as he glanced over the younger boy, letting the cool air mingle with the soft glow that painted the interior. still riding that high, still mind hazy in a bliss, he couldn't believe how everything -in this moment- looked so heavenly beautiful. yeah, he never felt this way before. ever. can anyone blame him for not wanting to leave just yet?
from where he lay stretched across the backseat, denji smiled, his arm slipping past the narrow gap between seats. his fingertips brushed against the slope of muscle, following it from the curve of bakugou’s shoulder down to the firm line of his bicep. is he really gonna let the hero focus on cleaning his car? yes and no. katsuki will have to deal with some interruptions. ] Don't mind me. I won't get in the way. [ he says, while actively getting in the way ... ]
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don't give him "the audacity" look when he's clearly doing something suspicious! trundling into the car's backseat and sprawling out with 'come hither' intent. besides, how the hell's he supposed to vacuum and clean back there if denji's tall ass body's taking up all the space? head canted at a perfect angle for sunlight spilling past glass windows, catching onto his hair and making his bangs glow in the morning shine. wouldn't be out of place hiking his shirt up his stomach and showing off.]
You can't see shit from back there. [what view? the back of his front passenger's seat? bakugo's gonna be dealing with the floorboards, blocked by erect metal frames, padding, and fabric! oh he knows denji's ploy and intent. no cleaning or "view" is taking place in the backseat while he's up here. red eyes slowly wander along tented legs, playing the angle of their knees and his shins' slope towards his thighs, up to a curved torso arching towards his car door. and settling on a happy expression tinged with erotic enticement. accented even more as his roof window rolls open on silent gears. good job. if he was planning on fucking, screw it with the damn window open and noise getting out. cool air rushes in, swirling with cleaner and the odd scent of fresh-vacuumed fabric. still working a few of those road-trip lingers out from his upholstery.
katsuki clicks his tongue in annoyance. he's already finished most of the front seats. denji's now flopping across his second tackling area. and a hand's playing over his chest, fingers spreading across carved muscle and beating heart. with a scuff of cloth, he kneels on the front seat, clicks his shoes a few times to knock any gravel off, then pulls them in and shuts the door behind him. before pulling himself into the backseat as well, shopvac abandoned on the front passenger's side.] You're gonna get in the way until you're satisfied, aren't you.
[he doesn't sound against that...]
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his gaze followed the click of the car door as bakugou shut it behind him. the quiet thud echoed in the still air, and denji stayed slouched where he was, knees bent up comfortably in the cramped space. his curls hung forward as he tilted his head, watching with curiosity as the other boy shifted from the driver’s seat, twisting and maneuvering his way toward him. it wasn’t as graceful— bakugou pushed himself across the narrow divide, shoulders brushing against the seats, elbows bumping against the armrests. oh? he's abandoning the cleaning mission? the half-devil couldn’t help the faint grin tugging at his lips, teeth flashing as he leaned forward to help.
his hands found bakugou’s arm first, steadying him, before sliding lower to brace his waist. the fabric under his palms bunched and stretched as he guided him through the tight squeeze, pulling him closer, tug by tug, until bakugou’s weight hovered right above him. denji shifted his own position, adjusting his bent legs, angling his body to make room where there was none. it's time for the open sunroof to serve its purpose, and for once, the car’s ceiling wasn’t a problem. bakugou’s head slipped just beneath it, avoiding any accidents as he moved around. something they both suffered from after many times of getting their head bashed. ]
C’mon ... [ denji muttered under his breath, a soft encouragement as his grip firmed, easing bakugou down until their chests brushed and he was out of the front seat. with the hero finally settled on top, the warmth of him fitting against denji’s stretched frame, deliciously heavy from all those muscles pressing down on him. the car felt even smaller now, every inch of space filled with their bodies. his head fell back against the door, a sigh spilling out of him as he wrapped an arm around bakugou’s middle. cozy, tangled, yet somehow perfect. the backseat turned into a cocoon, where the two of them could sink in and get a bit creative. in this time, denji sends aki a text, "I'll be a bit late." — just in case. you know. things happen.
back to the view he's been babbling about earlier. ] Hi. [ this sly fuck. look at him. he's totally making sure bakugou's ass sits comfortably against his crotch, fingers slipping under his shirt to trace over his lover's curves. ] And yeah, sorry ... I did plan to get in the way. I mean, the car looks pretty damn clean already! I think you're done.
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what the fuck is graceful about clamoring into the back seat of a car between the front two? spiky bangs swing across his forehead as he clamps his hands on the seat and denji's leg before hauling himself all the way through, half collapsing on his side into denji's inner thigh as his legs tumble from center console to backseat city. has two untwist himself from a weird position, but at least doing so means he's rubbing at his boyfriend's limbs and no long jamming his elbows into his front seat's headrest. of course he's abandoning the cleaning mission! denji's in here making a sexy nuisance of himself! don't grin! you knew it'd end up this way!
gathered into the half-devil's embrace, he drops a hand on denji's shoulder, fingers pulling lines in his shirt as he bunches the fabric towards his palm, then heaves himself slowly upward. pants shift somewhat lower on his hip beneath the other man's touch along his pelvis, narrow waist fitting between the compressing grip of his boyfriend's thighs. bakugou finds purchase on the door's armrest, biceps flexing in denji's view and framing the blonde looming over him in sunlit pause. knees nudge beneath one of denji's thighs, deliberately keeping that tented leg up and refusing to let him do anything other than hook it around bakugou's waist or the back of his thighs. no clunking his head this time.]
You really are a temptation. [growled in all fondness as he drops his head and finds denji's mouth with his own. less a kiss at first, more shoving their lips together in a mouth-focused nuzzle. sandy blonde hair scuffs gentle on the car door, oscillating rocks with each press and tilt. chest to chest, muscles taut and flexing with a mix of pleasure and half-planking position. denji's all stretched out warm and delicious beneath him, tempting his appetite for more of a dish he's already given into. one arm hooks around his middle, he deliberately presses his groin to his boyfriends and drags forward to rut and tease. if he thought he could get away with this kind of sin without going all in, denji's dead wrong. good call on texting. things are happening.]
Brat. [saying "hi" to him like it's nothing when he's got his ass pressing into his dick, fingers under his shirt touching definitions, and his own hand abandons a strong shoulder to dive beneath denji's top. collarbone, pectoral, ripcord...] You're gonna be helping me clean the mess we're gonna make right now.
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"You really are a temptation" - when bakugou’s praise cut through, it shifted something in him, which isn't a surprise to anyone here. the mischief lingering in his grin faltered, tamed but not gone. a clear evidence that no matter how long they are together, the half-devil would still take in every flattery as if it's his first time hearing it. timidness traced the edge of his expression, yet oddly fitting well with the sexual appetite within him, unable to soften the reckless energy into something gentler. not at all. denji will always be the chaos between two extremes: a smitten kitten and a starved brute; those two sides coexist in harmony somehow. it's a talent, one might say ... ]
Yes. Of c- [ denji opened his mouth, ready to throw something back, but the first word snagged, tripped, and fell useless in his throat. shit. his tongue stumbled over the sound, catching on itself in a way that felt clumsy, embarrassingly so, and the silence that followed was enough to make his ears burn hotter. it's fine! the hero is keeping their lips busy, teasing for a kiss that begged to be chased instead of given freely. he scoffed, a sharp little exhale through his teeth, jaws relaxing before brushing his tongue over bakugou's lower lip, pleased it was still a bit swollen from earlier. he's so charmed into knots like some virgin, when he was supposed to play it smooth as he enters his adult era. instead, he's losing all the edge the second a very attractive boy crawls into his lap, feeling his body touch and rub against all the right spots. he's hard already, hands sneaking lower to slip under the hem of his lover's pants, half-squeezing his ass and half-pulling him down to press against his arousal too. ] Of course. Whatever you say. Whatever you want. You got it.
[ he's distracted. ah, bakugou is probably teasing a sensitive spot. his ripcord. a finger reached for it under denji's shirt, brushing the trim in a touch that was more innocent at first. the tip traced along one side, as if outlining its angles just to feel the shape. then it hooked the corner, the triangle twisted, now caught between knuckle and fingertip. he knows bakugou would never, not when the risk of damaging the interior of his car is there, but the sensation is sexy as hell. ]
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heh, kind of ironic some teasing flattery aimed at his obvious allure ends up getting denji hot and flushing like a schoolboy sidling up to his object of affection. he really is still a kid in so many ways. bakugo drops his head and captures a sheepish mouth with his own once more, pressing into the kiss until lips mash to teeth and he swears he feels each pointed angle of white a soft outline through his flesh. stoking his boyfriend's rising appetite while playing with his fluttering heart. aware of both sides somehow perfectly in balance within his chest. sometimes it can drive him nuts, the dichotomy; most of the time, it's nothing more than one of denji's charms.
a low groan ripples through his tongue into the one peeking at his lower lip and tracing swollen contours. nerves perk up inside, eagerly sending all signals to his mind of each detail. tongue's more pointed at the tip when he flexes it, softens into a flatter wipe when he licks, tiny tastebuds proving a glistening texture on the top, contrasting with a ridiculously tempting glassy smooth beneath. he longs to capture it between his teeth, scrape his teeth backwards and rake off the barest surface of cells for a salty sluice of saliva back into his own mouth. instead, their mouths stay hovering an inch apart, kissable seconds lasting between panting moments of breath trading and forehead nuzzling. while he drives denji nuts with his hip and body below. grinding in the crux of his thighs, pressing his hidden arousal behind his pants with undulating grinds because someone's paws keep groping his ass through the fabric of his pants.]
Damn. So agreeable like this. [messing with his ripcord is always fun, the way denji's squirms and writhes as he gets his fingers around the slender line, catching his voice and breath in a hitch whenever he tongues through the triangular pull. sometimes he's a dick enough and drags the entire thing into his mouth, swirling it around his saliva and jaws as his lips reach denji's sternum. but he's careful never to pull it beyond a simple taut. he knows limits. right now, too busy messing with his mouth with his own, so his hand gets to play the interloper with his boyfriend's extra little dangle. his free hand's ignored and starts busying itself with denji's pants, unbuckling belt and dragging zipper down with a rasp.]
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and of course, the kiss that followed is full of teeth, unwilling to entertain any more sentiments. how could he when bakugou kept denying him his luscious lips? instead it felt like a chase, full of heavy breaths and yearning, and denji is the type of bastard who loved that kind of teasing. it riled him up real good, as if the boy on top of him knew how to play him just right. he shifts a bit, their foreheads met in a quiet, lingering touch— a press that carried heat through the skin, a pulse shared between them. denji could feel the faint brush of hair against his own, the fine strands slipping and catching as they moved closer. he tilits his head, their lips barely touching, yet it was impossibly intimate. their hair tangled at the edges where it met, the faint scent of their rut caught between them. one thing is for sure: when bakugou finally gives in for a kiss, the half-devil doesn't plan to be gentle. ]
Are you surprised? [ even when a feverish blush took over his face, looking hella tipsy under his sexual appetite, he still had it in him to be a menace. denji tried to focus a bit, his mind struggling to concentrate on the friction against his dick, the closeness of bakugou's mouth to his own, the way he's toying with the cord like a fuckng sinner, or the hand that's unzipping his pants. okay, breathe. the cramped space of the backseat started pressing in on every side; he then moved to lift his hip just enough to loosen his pants, the tugging followed, pushing down along with his boxers, all the while he stares over bakugou's parted lips like a starved animal, he even coaxed his lover to give in by relaxing his jaw and sticking his tongue out playfully. come on. take a bite!
it was impossible to strip himself of his pants completely, considering the tight space, but it was enough skin to the point that the metal clasp of the middle seatbelt caught against the back of his thigh, a cold jab that drew a quiet wince. each small movement sent the balance between them leaning, bodies pressed, full of friction here and there, and fuck ... it was driving him crazy. the car creaked softly as they adjusted, one arm looping strongly around the figure draped over him, helping his boyfriend to attend to his own pants next, happy to use this opportunity to aim for his open neck, smothering it with hot kisses. just kisses. for now. but, it's denji. at least the weather is a bit cool nowadays, and wearing a turtleneck isn't so ... out of place. ]
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he'd be a shitpoor boyfriend if he was with denji this long and didn't know what sort of things he liked. making him chase his mouth for his kiss, pull his hair until he brought his lips back to his face for another connection. he wants denji riled up and hot, listening to his breath punching from his throat in heady rushes as they press and meld together in one space after another. forehead to forehead, hair mingling together above each kiss and smack of lips and twist of tongue between white teeth. as if he really needs denji to be gentle with him. a low sound rumbles in his throat, shuddering off his question with easy acceptance. like hell is he surprised. he has his own complex sides, but in the end, denji is a simple boy with simple pleasures. who looks punch drunk with pleasure right now. bakugo bites his lower lip, nibbling firm enough to spark a bit of sensation and pain, before dragging back and stretching the skin between his teeth, pain bleeding back into a warm pleasure of relief before it springs free.
clothing scuffs and drags down over sharp hip bones and curved ass cheeks. he works his hands down inside denji's pants and boxers, not letting the inner piece escape his efforts. he wanted this and he's getting it, bakugou's full attention. down his thighs, fingers taking a moment to cop a few feels, over his knees and he has to hike his own hips and legs up while denji's get hauled down and closer together for his clothes to get stripped, pushed, shucked. knees bared, shins pulled free, and finally bunched up around his sneakers before all three get summarily doffed with a few blind motions. blind because bakugou's far more focused face-wise on biting denji's tongue and being a menace to his mouth.
don't tell him stripping denji completely was impossible. all it took was forcing his boyfriend's legs around while he moved his own body, knees hiking and feet lifting from the seat until bakugo was able to wrangle cooperation from his clothes. didn't mind if someone ended up with his foot kicking the ceiling or one hand splayed on the back seat headrest while he turned his lover into a momentary pretzel to get those damn things off. his car's strong enough to bounce on its shocks as they move and bakugou grins down at denji in satisfaction while letting him mess with his own pants. until his face was hidden by his neck and an aggressive mouth going all over it.]
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the backseat was too small for both of them, yet it somehow made this struggle even more exciting. every shift only tangled them closer, knees and shoulders brushing, breaths catching somewhere in the middle. the faint creak of the seat, the brush of fabric, the thud of his pulse — they all blurred together into something that made him ache in a way he didn’t mind. as he was stripped out of his jacket, he didn't react. the shirt followed, pulled over his head with haste, okay that wasn't too hard to accomplish. however, when he noticed bakugou going in for his pants next — well, that was an interesting move. a nasty smirk stretched over his lips, almost admiring his heroic ambition to do the impossible. no way. the space is too tight, those legs are too long, and denji is not being helpful either. a lot of obstacles in the way of the young hero. not gonna happen. that's what he thought - until those strong hands manhandled him into bending under their commands, bold enough to lift denji's weight at ease as he yanked on his pants. the half-devil blinked once, twice, like maybe the scene in front of him would change if he looked at it differently. it didn’t. he breathed out, a shaky sound that turned into a soft laugh. part of him wanted to deny it still, even when bakugou challenged him with that smug grin of his, a charming 'fuck you' for doubting his skills as he tossed those pants away and to the front seat, and - yeah, denji found this the sexiest thing ever. he's now naked. fucking naked in this fine morning of his birthday. his beloved boyfriend is truly on a mission to make this an unforgivable day in his life.
bakugou's next. his shirt comes off first, pulled over his head when denji leaned back, lips parted, and glistened in a few stains of red. it wasn't a deep wound, it didn't bleed enough to roll down the curve of his neck. nothing more than a heavily bruised skin after some 'playful' nibbles. denji slouched against the car door, shoulder pressed to the cool metal, cheek half-tilted toward the glass as he watched the other boy go for the final tug, ridding himself of his pants, and was now fully bare. somehow, between all that hot friction and moving around, denji stretched his legs a bit, feet resting against the window behind the hero. the heels are fated to leave faint smudges on the glass, but he didn’t care. he will clean it later when they're done. more importantly, he can spread them wide open as their posture changes, with bakugou trapped in the middle. no shame, he wanted his boyfriend to see how eager he is, cock hard and yearning. the heat spread through his entire body, struggling to keep his cool as he teased. ] You don't have to be as gentle anymore. I'm a man now, remember? [ he's very aware how bakugou had to take it in dry, but when it's the others' turn, he'd expect to be prepared thoroughly like a maiden. for someone who had a great tolerance towards pain, he can't explain why it took him a while to get used to getting fucked this way. this injustice will end today. ]
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don't give him that kind of smirk! you doubt his ability to stubborn his way through anything? he's getting his boyfriend naked even if it requires shoving his sexy legs all the way back to his damn ears! jacket tossed into the front seat, shirt following with a pointed thrust, leaving denji's upper body stripped bare. toned pectorals and firm abs clenching beneath his skin with his ripcord dangling attractive down his sternum like usual. fuck, he wants it in his mouth, but he's busy with shedding his others. don't ask him why he's determined for this skin-to-skin contact. after he basically promised them both a life together forever in this world, is it much a problem to want his boyfriend completely all of a sudden? funny denji gets it through his head for a second bakugo would be cowed out of his goal by something as dumb as a car's confined space.
his "fuck you" glows below championed eyes, so damn proud of himself via his grin for getting the "impossible" done and denji's pants now banished to the front seat with his boxers. shoes on the floor because he's not wasting the time tossing them up there. his boyfriend's laugh hums in his ears, prompting a wash of heat as he leans over his languid form and traces his tongue across the half-devil's jaw, kisses over his cheek (pausing long enough for a bite), and finally settles on his mouth once more. kissing his head back against the car door behind him, one hand cupping at his shoulder and collarbone, other hand pointedly drawing circles with his middle finger along the bared expanse of his hip and side of one buttock. as if denji hadn't thought about a birthday fuck at some point on his day of days. the bed or the shower, but nah, bakugo decided (with some spurring from a certain blonde brat) to take his in the car.
guess he's next. no fight, only a quiet shift and acceptance as his shirt's pulled overhead, tugging his wild bunch of spikes through the collar where they spring back to normal once passed. lips curve in a satisfied grin as he rolls his shoulder, deliberately flexing muscle and skin all for denji's consumption. he's not concerned about a few red flecks or crimson gloss on his lips or skin; not the first time someone's bitten hard enough for blood between the two of them. he ratchets his own hips up and thumbs one hand down the side, shucking it towards the curve of his rear and over, down the back of his thighs, towards his knees, forced to hike one leg upward to the side so he can shimmy it further and finally off his feet. into the front seat with the rest, leaving him as completely bared as his boyfriend. bakugo drops both hands atop his lover's shins, one sliding down towards his knee and across his thigh, the other sliding backwards to his ankle, ignoring his footprint now pressed telltale to the car window.
guiding one long leg around his waist, encouraging its twin about the back of his thighs, bakugo deliberately traps himself in his lover's straddled wrap. he leans forward without shame or pause, pressing nude to nude in a long glide of hips and dick to stomach and chest to shoulders broad and lips claiming lips once more in a heated kiss. he saw him, how eager denji is, his dick throbbing hard between their bodies, balls rubbing together in a smooth kiss. he isn't looking for his boyfriend to keep him cool; he wants to see him heated up.] Dumbass. That doesn't mean shit if you want lube or not. [he's never begrudged denji for wanting to be prepared first, even he has grouched at him (noisily) for shoving it up his own ass raw. bakugo grinds his hips forward, running their dicks together and slowly working their excitement towards a leak of precum.] If you like it wetter, say so.
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denji slouched deeper into the seat, the cushions dipping under his weight as if trying to swallow him whole. his eyes lifted, drawn upward to the figure looming over him, and for a heartbeat, he forgot to breathe. it hit him all at once— the shape of him in the low morning light, the fierce power in the way bakugou held himself— and denji's chest tightened. his usual devious grin faded, replaced by something softer, deceptively 'sweet'. his lashes lowered with awe, a flicker of wonder slipping through as his brows eased and his lips parted just slightly, baring some teeth. he looked spellbound; there was something undeniably appealing in the way his boyfriend took the lead, not too aggressive, but not timid either. it kept him on edge. he was already struck by visuals alone, and then bakugou started touching him shamelessly. his body tensed, stiff, then he forced himself to fucking relax so his legs could cooperate as they were being guided, exposing himself even more. and then, bakugou pressed down on him, the pressure, the friction against his aching cock, it made him gasp for air. fuck, that boy didn't stop there, skin burning hot underneath those muscles, by the time he felt the weight against his chest, the half-devil was already struggling to keep composure. he knew a kiss was coming, and denji assumed he should clean off the blood from his lips first, but nah. like a brute, he bit down just a little too hard, sharp teeth catching the inside of his own cheek. the pressure built for a second, then broke clean, enough to taste the copper bloom that followed. a thin line of heat spread across his tongue, mixing in with his lover's taste. just in time to lean in to the kiss. a proper way to seal the deal of a life together.
he forced his tongue in, guiding his hand up, fingers threaded through the mess of blonde spikes, catching before sliding deeper. and then they curled, gripping hard enough to make the hair bunch between them. if he wanted to chit-chat, they would have to do it without breaking their lips apart. his other hand forced its way between their bodies, arching his back slightly for more friction, toes curling tight. wetter ... he's asking if he likes it wetter. of course he does, and he's working on it. a faint, dizzy smile tugged at his busy mouth, face terribly heated. ] Dumbass? Nope. I'm a damn genius!
[ he's so far gone at this point, his heart, mind, and body are all focused on one thing, and it's to get fucked right here right now. total unity. the perfect storm for chaotic ideas; his sloppy fingers forced their way lower, with an intent to fondle his own cock, only to invite bakugou's into the tight embrace, teasing the head with the tip of his thumb. his breath hitched, tilting his head to deepen their kiss. it's warm and wet, coating his fingers with his leaking precum before smearing it all over bakugou's length, stroking him. he muffles something into their heated kiss, full of spunk and pride. it's incoherent, but it's something along the line of 'self-made lube!' ... maybe it's a good thing he didn't say it out loud. ]
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sight and sound, touch and taste, the scent of a cleaner car mingling with crisp morning air and denji's shampoo from a previous shower. mingling together in every sense as he traces patterns on his partner's thigh with one hand, the other wandering to his calf for lazy writing. simple words, "love", "hot", "sexy", drift across his skin and play along his muscle's run, making sure to trail word ends off on the sensitive skin of his ankle and top of his foot for no reason other than to see denji's reactions to them. a young man who's felt rough touches and light ones. until legs leave his hands and bakugou trades them for denji's shoulder and the car door when he presses down atop him. a low groan answers his heady inhale, melding skin to skin as their dicks nuzzle together and their abs sandwich the pair between them, leading chest to chest and chasing mouths in a heated run. with a copper flavor mingling in saliva and tangling tongues as he kisses him. bakugou's come to expect there's a chance of blood whenever he kisses denji, slick muscle tracing along his palate, his tongue, his cheek, finding where a tang came strongest... and licks gently along the tiny injury.
wetness twists as slithering tongues twist together, a hand buries in his hair and he shudders while pushing his head into denji's grip until spikes get softly crunched in his boyfriend's grip. he swiftly presses his own hand around his shoulder, hooks it beneath his neck and cups his opposite shoulder in a greedy embrace to haul himself even closer. deliberately rubbing chest to chest as nipples brush together with sparking nerves lighting up, denji's ripcord rolling about the valleys of their pecs. he sucks in air, momentarily breaking a messy kiss for a lewd pant, then kisses him again. fingers crawl across warming stomachs, abs chiseling with a dropped spine, hips barely separating enough to let their cocks tussle alongside each other with increasing ooze. precum seeps from his tip, licking over denji's and mixing the syrupy clear fluid together.]
Now you're bragging. [a genius in certain aspects, he'll give him that. their hands tangle together, fingers twisting and interlocking in a scramble for grip and fondling. they found each other in the moistening cavern of their pelvises, he captures his cock and denji's in their hands to squish and smear precum along their fingers. thumbs coaxing droplets from their tips, fingers pressing the tract of on the underside of each shaft and pushing up to prompt more wetness out. it drools on their adonis belt, leaks down an angled pelvic v, seeping as much around denji's root and along his hanging balls to his perineum. trickling over sensitive skin towards the puckered rim of his opening not so hidden by his cheeks now, what with bakugou knocking his boyfriend's legs apart and wrapping them around himself.
self-made lube... he bites denji's lower lip and draws back, making him feel skin stretch and teeth graze on his plush.] That's what precum is, baka. [husked in affection and amusement as he squeezes their dicks together and milks another gush of fluid onto their hands to make it wet and slimy. squishing noises shlick between them, twisting their fingers together around throbbing shafts, balls rubbing in a jostle of dampening sacs and sweating grinds. bakugou drops his hips again, actively thrusting and rolling against his boyfriend in deliberately ruts to encourage more heat, more precum, more contact. he hasn't decided if he's gonna work him open with his fingers yet, but at least denji's gonna have a dripping prod nudging to his entrance when bakugo does decide to take him.] Just a bit more, babe... Then you're gonna feel it.
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by the time the word foreplay ends, the half-devil is left trembling; his skin remembers the words even after they’re gone, every line thrumming like it’s still being written. as he snaps out of it, he didn't even notice he had his eyes squeezed shut the entire time, and when they open— his lids felt heavy, unable to lift their own weight. eyes a bit glossy, moaning heavy as he tipped his chin upward, relaxing his jaw into a deeper, mess of pressed lips, forcing his tongue in before swallowing the rich taste of their mixed blood in an unspoken rite. bakugou chose to stay, to build a life with him in this world, and denji chose to give him his entire heart. to make sure to be there for him, support the hero's new dreams, stay by his side, love him unconditionally for so long as he's breathing. he takes in a deep exhale, trying to focus enough to work his fingers through bakugou's cock, a poor attempt to regroup himself before his boyfriend presses his chest against his, feeling those full, soft -yet toned- pecs, nips growing hard between all the maddning friction. that ... was dirty. a direct hit that could've made him burst so early on in the game. that was no innocent mistake, bakugou knew what he was fucking doing to him. denji tilts his head back as they break off the kiss, mouth parting lightly, moaning hot and heavy as his spine arches, stretching through his shoulders. the motion ends with a dull thud as the back of his head bumps the window; strands of his blond hair hang in loose, uneven curls over his eyes. everything about him looks unguarded— limbs loose, throat exposed, a small fog of breath on the window where his head rests. he watches bakugou barely catch his breath before they rush in for another open-mouth kiss. ]
Ah ... a b-bit more? [ he pants, voice a bit raspy between their bloodstained lips. did he really need more prep? probably. but beyond logic, denji doesn't think so. his shoulders quiver as a rush of pleasure wrecks through his body, making his toes curl tightly. another moan, a whimper, leaking hot precum all over their fingers and down his inner thighs in a mess. he lost all focus, pulling his hand away and grabbing bakugou's shoulder instead, while the other clutched into his thick hair, not tugging hard enough to hurt, just enough to demand more. it's getting too intense, too warm, too everything. he lost it all when he felt the other thrusting into his aching cock, urging him down against the seats with each push, and in this moment — he didn't care if he was still not ready. ] I'm good. It's ... yeah, I'm so good. So ready to feel it. [ he forces bakugou to lean closer, kissing him again and again. ] ... please ♥ [ it's sickly sweet, sickly lewd, begging for it, whether his body is ready for it or not, too far gone that the pain will wear the mask of pleasure at ease. a strong arm finds its way around bakugou's waist, tugging him closer and in place. without sitting up, denji reaches out, his free hand wandering impatiently through the air until his fingers slam against the panel. his fingertip finds the switch, and with a quick press, the glass roof begins to slide shut. the soft hum of the motor fills the car with a low mechanical purr. as the light fades, a thin shadow passes over denji's face, yet it failed to cool the gleam of his heavily flustered cheeks.
with the roof shut and windows closed, covered in a black tint for privacy, they can stop worrying about being too rowdy at this early hour. ]
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bakugo doesn't miss a second of his reactions, red eyes locked onto parting lids as denji's eyelashes slowly separate from each other. revealing tawny depths below his shaggy bangs, glassed over in a sheen of wetness before his groan's captured in another heated kiss. mouth to mouth, tongue tempting a single tangle from tip to middle and back again. as if he might go deeper... and retreats to tease him even more while denji's throat dips in another swallow of salty flavor and wetness. one of the best ways to shut him up. outside of a heavy flirt out of nowhere or a touching gift leaving him stunned.
their bodies meet once more, sweat sliding down from chest to ribs and follow the contour of each curved bone. like salty tears leaking towards the backseat covering, which is definitely going to need another wash after this. their fingers twist and slide over each hard mast, coaxing more precum from mushroomed heads until both are slick and messy with a glistening coat. he bucks his hips forward, rubbing into denji's hand as he cups and feels him, mixing hip grinds and thrusts as their chests nuzzle together. he'd be a pathetic boyfriend if he didn't know what buttons to push when it came to denji's pleasure and likes.
saliva strands stretch between their mouths and trail after a broken kiss, light catching in the faint spindles as they quiver beneath denji's moaning breath. bakugo buries one hand in his hair, cupping the back of his head in a grazing fist when his boyfriend arches up into his body like that, shoulders rolling and skin sliding together with another undulating press. feels good, the way he's reacting, how denji looks right now, completely shot to pieces with inhibitions shaken and heart pumping with love and passion. he ducks his head and finds a long line up his lover's throat which needs his tongue's presence. licking sweat droplets from the end of his collarbone up the side of his neck and flicking off his jaw amid a husky exhale. that faint puff of mist on the glass is hotter than it should be...]
Uh-huh. [a bit more of all this. touching, tangled together, hips sticky with precum gushing between them, one foot hooked around an ankle, fingers dragging down sweaty shoulders to grasp at denji's hand in a scramble across the seats. thick shoulder muscles flex beneath his grasping hands, his dick throbs alongside its partner's, shivers ripple down his spine as his hair tugs from another grasp. he's gonna have mussed spikes when he gets out of the car. pulling him to him and another heady grind finally kicks his own patience out of its comfortable seat.]
I really should make you beg for it more. [his voice husks hot into denji's mouth, but a single "please" tugs his own dam free. precum stretches from head to glans, snapping as his tip traces down the underside of the half-devil's shaft, oozing onto his smooth sac and coating his balls with a few messy lines, before finally slipping off them completely. he takes his time feeling his way down the other boy's perineum, nudging his swollen tract which normally sees little focus on all those pretty nerves. until he slips between denji's rounded cheeks and nudges right there into the center of his puckered rim. should finger him, should offer something more than a few kisses of precum and probing hints. heh, he won't comment on the sunroof shutting, but denji's rewarded for his tact by bakugo slowly pressing forward. hips shift, his buttocks flex, thighs firm, and he cusses softly at the sensation.] You're always tight...
[purred into his handsome mouth, sultry words painting sharp teeth as he draws back a fraction and slips forward the same. denting his crenelated ring again, pressing until he feels tight muscle stretch and give a bit as precum coats his hole. back once more, forward anew, this time feeling his rim open and part around his curved tip. slowly spreading wider and sliding backwards along bakugo's head, stretching his muscle into a more willing give. he knows it burns, knows it hurts, knows it's getting wet and sticky and his crown finally kisses denji's hole at the widest part of his tip. another kiss breaks, he flicks his tongue across the half-devil's lips, wanting to hear his voice as he presses in one more and 'pop' breeches his body with a soft jolt as his glans slips through and settles in a sweltering, clenching heat he knows and loves.] Fuck, babe...
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