[ 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...
[ denji never really understood what it meant to be drawn to someone in a way that made his whole body respond before his mind could catch up, not in a sense of him chasing hollow indulgence, but to be genuinely bewitched by it. with bakugou, it wasn’t about fear or power in the usual sense— it was something heavier, more charming. every time bakugou’s tone turned a bit sensual, every time his movements carried that quiet confidence, denji found himself getting pulled in. it wasn’t weakness, not exactly. it was as if his body had learned to recognize it as control and crave it, but this time, without the danger that had once come with it. every act of obedience back then came from fear of losing what little affection he thought he had. it was survival disguised as devotion. all fake and empty.
but the hero wasn’t like that. his influence over denji didn’t come from wanting to break him— no, nothing like that. it's impossible to ignore, but never cruel. the half-devil felt safe around it, safe enough to let that part of himself surface again, the one that wanted to surrender, to stop feeling ashamed that he's falling into old habits, to accept that in a very fucked up way he is into it. maybe that's okay. with bakugou it's okay, isn't it? that safety only made it worse, or better, depending on how he looked at it. because since he knew his boyfriend would never ever take advantage of it, the more he wanted to give in, to lose himself in it. it scared him sometimes, how much he wanted it. how much he wanted him. but there was a strange kind of peace in that pull, a calm hidden inside the chaos. for once, being submissive didn’t feel like being used. it felt like being seen.
and the young hero knew exactly how to get him riled up. how to talk to him, how to move around him, how to press all the right nerves without even touching him. sometimes it was just a look, sometimes a sharp tone that sounded like a challenge. denji could feel it pulling him in every time, that mix of restlessness and thrill that made him gasp for air. bakugou didn’t toy with him; he just understood him in a way that felt dangerous and exhilarating all at once. he knew where to touch, to kiss, to tease - he knew how their bodies would twist and fit against each other; almost every shift triggered a spark that would send shivers down his spine, even in this tight space, bakugou didn't miss a beat. ]
Please, please, please ... [ barely a whisper, yet desperate. his neck arched, exposing the sharp line of his jaw as his head tilted all the way back, welcoming the hot brush of bakugou's tongue over his sensitive skin. his throat moved with a heavy swallow, the rise of his adam’s apple catching the faint light that filtered in from the morning light outside. his hair, a mess of pale curls, pressed against the cold glass behind him. a few strands flattened, others curling tighter against the moisture collecting there. his breath came out hot and uneven, the mist blooming and fading with each puff. through it, the blurred colors of the city passed by like streaks of fading fire. and then, he tensed, gasping. ah, he recognized the way he's positioning himself; the anticipation is killing him. not even a deep exhale managed to calm denji's nerves. the lashes trembled once, twice, before the eyes slipped half-shut, pupils drifting upward - wait, that hurts. it hurts. they kiss again, it's slower yet more intense. the press of their lips lingered, mixed with heavy breathing, a sharp touch of teeth here and there. his tight muscles ache with another push. it hurts, hurts, hurts. his fingers never left bakugou's hair, kneading into the roots, the motion almost frantic. each pulse of pain drew another tug, the spiky strands slipping and catching around the half-devil's fingers. it's a mess. and, 'pop'. the pain burned at the edges, radiating outward until it was all he could feel. but somewhere in the middle of that intensity, something shifted. the line blurred. the ache twisted into something that made his body shudder instead of recoil.
oh .... it hurts. ♥
that's when his jaw slacked; it spread slowly, thick and earthy in a way that clung to the back of the throat. he lets go of bakugou's tongue, sharp teeth detaching from the fragile piece of flesh they latched on, now covered with fresh blood. again, it was a shallow wound, on the surface and nothing too deep, and it was an innocent mistake this time. honestly. did denji seem sorry? he truly is, as he 'cleaned' every smudge of red from his lover's open mouth, cautious of the small drop that slipped between their kiss, down bakugou's chin, catching it before it could get away. he wanted bakugou's eyes to focus on his own, to ignore the way his legs trembled, a fleeting quiver that ran through the muscles with every shift of those hips. he didn't want to give his boyfriend any reason to stop or go easy on him. his breath caught in short bursts that barely filled his lungs. his chest rose and fell too quickly, each inhale shallow, as if the air itself couldn’t keep up with him. heat rushed across his face, coloring his skin in uneven shades. he dares to push back, grinding his hips and squirming under bakugou's weight, and fuck! the sound that threatened to escape stayed trapped behind clenched teeth, swallowed down with a shaky exhale. it was the look of someone completely caught off guard by what they were experiencing, the kind of expression that didn’t know where pain ended and pleasure began. drunk with lust, a smile that's crooked and oh-so lovesick. no point in hiding it. it's too obvious. bakugou knew from the way those muscles squeezed him with no mercy, unwilling to relax and loosen up. a sane person would acknowledge he still needs more time, more prep, more patience.
the whisper carried a strange warmth, tender yet offbeat. ] Oh, this is gonna be sooooo good ...
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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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but the hero wasn’t like that. his influence over denji didn’t come from wanting to break him— no, nothing like that. it's impossible to ignore, but never cruel. the half-devil felt safe around it, safe enough to let that part of himself surface again, the one that wanted to surrender, to stop feeling ashamed that he's falling into old habits, to accept that in a very fucked up way he is into it. maybe that's okay. with bakugou it's okay, isn't it? that safety only made it worse, or better, depending on how he looked at it. because since he knew his boyfriend would never ever take advantage of it, the more he wanted to give in, to lose himself in it. it scared him sometimes, how much he wanted it. how much he wanted him. but there was a strange kind of peace in that pull, a calm hidden inside the chaos. for once, being submissive didn’t feel like being used. it felt like being seen.
and the young hero knew exactly how to get him riled up. how to talk to him, how to move around him, how to press all the right nerves without even touching him. sometimes it was just a look, sometimes a sharp tone that sounded like a challenge. denji could feel it pulling him in every time, that mix of restlessness and thrill that made him gasp for air. bakugou didn’t toy with him; he just understood him in a way that felt dangerous and exhilarating all at once. he knew where to touch, to kiss, to tease - he knew how their bodies would twist and fit against each other; almost every shift triggered a spark that would send shivers down his spine, even in this tight space, bakugou didn't miss a beat. ]
Please, please, please ... [ barely a whisper, yet desperate. his neck arched, exposing the sharp line of his jaw as his head tilted all the way back, welcoming the hot brush of bakugou's tongue over his sensitive skin. his throat moved with a heavy swallow, the rise of his adam’s apple catching the faint light that filtered in from the morning light outside. his hair, a mess of pale curls, pressed against the cold glass behind him. a few strands flattened, others curling tighter against the moisture collecting there. his breath came out hot and uneven, the mist blooming and fading with each puff. through it, the blurred colors of the city passed by like streaks of fading fire. and then, he tensed, gasping. ah, he recognized the way he's positioning himself; the anticipation is killing him. not even a deep exhale managed to calm denji's nerves. the lashes trembled once, twice, before the eyes slipped half-shut, pupils drifting upward - wait, that hurts. it hurts. they kiss again, it's slower yet more intense. the press of their lips lingered, mixed with heavy breathing, a sharp touch of teeth here and there. his tight muscles ache with another push. it hurts, hurts, hurts. his fingers never left bakugou's hair, kneading into the roots, the motion almost frantic. each pulse of pain drew another tug, the spiky strands slipping and catching around the half-devil's fingers. it's a mess. and, 'pop'. the pain burned at the edges, radiating outward until it was all he could feel. but somewhere in the middle of that intensity, something shifted. the line blurred. the ache twisted into something that made his body shudder instead of recoil.
oh .... it hurts. ♥
that's when his jaw slacked; it spread slowly, thick and earthy in a way that clung to the back of the throat. he lets go of bakugou's tongue, sharp teeth detaching from the fragile piece of flesh they latched on, now covered with fresh blood. again, it was a shallow wound, on the surface and nothing too deep, and it was an innocent mistake this time. honestly. did denji seem sorry? he truly is, as he 'cleaned' every smudge of red from his lover's open mouth, cautious of the small drop that slipped between their kiss, down bakugou's chin, catching it before it could get away. he wanted bakugou's eyes to focus on his own, to ignore the way his legs trembled, a fleeting quiver that ran through the muscles with every shift of those hips. he didn't want to give his boyfriend any reason to stop or go easy on him. his breath caught in short bursts that barely filled his lungs. his chest rose and fell too quickly, each inhale shallow, as if the air itself couldn’t keep up with him. heat rushed across his face, coloring his skin in uneven shades. he dares to push back, grinding his hips and squirming under bakugou's weight, and fuck! the sound that threatened to escape stayed trapped behind clenched teeth, swallowed down with a shaky exhale. it was the look of someone completely caught off guard by what they were experiencing, the kind of expression that didn’t know where pain ended and pleasure began. drunk with lust, a smile that's crooked and oh-so lovesick. no point in hiding it. it's too obvious. bakugou knew from the way those muscles squeezed him with no mercy, unwilling to relax and loosen up. a sane person would acknowledge he still needs more time, more prep, more patience.
the whisper carried a strange warmth, tender yet offbeat. ] Oh, this is gonna be sooooo good ...