[ Ball is most likely, stress makes him curl up. It's a good thing they have individual blankets or Katsuki would end up with the tiniest flap left on Denkiball days. As for Katsuki's sleep poses... they're all cute, and he's learned to just hook an ankle together when it's too hot. Little bit of touch without being added to the thrown blankets.
This is a big amount of touch, though, and it feels so damn good. Denki loves his boyfriend's tongue on a normal day, but wow. He never expected anything like this, arms straining and trembling a little at each push of the tongue deep in him, and how it opens him up a little for the hot water as well.
The little moans and noises are probably a little distorted to Katsuki, but damn if the electric blonde isn't loud when he's feeling good. He does his best to not chase the feeling even more, knowing that his boyfriend is pointedly not going for his dick. Probably going to make him beg for it, the beautiful bastard. ]
Ahn... fuck. Yes, babe, deeper.
[ Little breathy words escape him like a waterfall, and Denki's head tips forward, shoulders shaking from the tight grip on the bathtub. His bangs fall like a curtain over his face, wet and messy while hiding his flushed cheeks. If he wasn't told on to the tub edge for his own safety, he'd be grabbing a fistful of spikes by now. ]
Love that, fuck. Love you.
[ Nothing like love affirmations while being tonguefucked by a human submarine. ]
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This is a big amount of touch, though, and it feels so damn good. Denki loves his boyfriend's tongue on a normal day, but wow. He never expected anything like this, arms straining and trembling a little at each push of the tongue deep in him, and how it opens him up a little for the hot water as well.
The little moans and noises are probably a little distorted to Katsuki, but damn if the electric blonde isn't loud when he's feeling good. He does his best to not chase the feeling even more, knowing that his boyfriend is pointedly not going for his dick. Probably going to make him beg for it, the beautiful bastard. ]
Ahn... fuck. Yes, babe, deeper.
[ Little breathy words escape him like a waterfall, and Denki's head tips forward, shoulders shaking from the tight grip on the bathtub. His bangs fall like a curtain over his face, wet and messy while hiding his flushed cheeks. If he wasn't told on to the tub edge for his own safety, he'd be grabbing a fistful of spikes by now. ]
Love that, fuck. Love you.
[ Nothing like love affirmations while being tonguefucked by a human submarine. ]