[That's how Katsuki operates. Address the weaknesses, eliminate them, and move forward, stronger and better than before. But hell if he could be prevented from doing what he'd been missing for the past five days. The feeling of Denki's lips, soft and smooth and warm, with a tiny tingle of electric tang that's entirely his boyfriend's unique trait alone.

He has to hold himself back; the hospital would be very frowning if Katsuki started getting into bed with someone with a head injury. And yeah, those damn heart and brain monitors made the potential of anything more kinky under the sheets extremely obvious. He'll continue to debate on the thought of Denki's dick being further down, but knowing his electric man, that would get his heart racing and the incriminating sounds would be going off anyways.]

They can deal with it for a fucking bit. [Growled against those wonderful lips. Red eyes burn down at the golden gaze below him, obviously wanting to do so much more and quivering slightly in frustration at having to curb his urges.] Damn, looks like the brain damage is severe, saying such fucking sappy and stupid things to me.

[Denki knows well enough by now that his sappy and stupid things are treasured, not tolerated as they used to, and Katsuki only gripes about them for appearances and the lingering "jerk" that he'll never fully grow out of. It warms his heart and relieves him of a lot of his stress to hear those kind of words from his boyfriend.]

Fuck, don't talk like that. [Muttered into the kiss.] It's fucking hard to hold back right now as it is.

[Stupid, sexy Denki.]