[Katsuki twitches back on instinct at that spark flaring up. The little show of lightning brings a smirk to his face. It's not exactly a secret now that he likes using their Quirks in bed. Damage be damned. But there's something insanely sexy and "cool" about Denki snapping off a small spark or letting a few curls of electricity loose. Similar to Katsuki exploding those smaller bursts in his hand as a threat or a show off. As dangerous as his own hands are, it's a fucking rush in the pride to know he's got his dick shoved inside a living electric chair. Denki could kill him, and yet he's able to hold him close and make him scream in pleasure. Among other tamer things, such as groans or laughs.
With Recovery Girl in the room, Katsuki is all business again, expertly hiding the fact he was just making out with his boyfriend on the hospital bed. Might not be able to do it so well if it was just their classmates, but in the presence of an adult? Easy. Denki's gonna be wishing he was the one kissing him... but too bad, Katsuki's not got healing lips.
Disappointed Granny was a common sight back in U.A. and Katsuki has some flashbacks while listening to Recovery Girl fuss over Denki. Like she used to for Izuku all the damn time. They'd be lying if they said there wasn't an air of tentative worry about Recovery Girl's eventual passing. Eri's powers are theoretically even more impressive, but even her progression doesn't change the fact her Quirk comes from her own stored power, rather than using the other person's stamina or whatever. There's a limit to how many people, and what kind of damages, Eri can heal.]
A week. [That's... more than Katsuki expected and his frown's disappointed at the verdict too. But with a head injury, probably for the best. Denki doesn't have a thick ass skull like Izuku (in the physical sense) considering how many times their Symbol of Peace has been clonked on the head. A week then... dammit. The rest of the injunction, he's not touching.]
How still? Cause I can shove him in a fucking neck brace. Come out looking like Scrotum Face's skull mask breather. [Subtle thread. Not-so-subtle being a dick boyfriend.]
[ That little grin is very attractive, and he's definitely gonna do some sparky fun stuff when he tops next. Denki's hold of his quirk is getting better and better each day, and these days mostly being fucked out of his mind makes him accidentally bleed static and zaps. (Bed pointers, bless your service to their lovelife.) Having sex with the man who can blow up a building is pretty damn empowering, too.
Recovery Girl passing would be a loss to all of Japan, and there's a lot waiting on poor Eri's shoulders. She's going to be target, as well; a great asset for both villains and shady companies. She needs more time to grow up as a normal girl, so the old lady better stick around for a little while longer. ]
Kacchan that's gross. Big turn-off, looking like AFO or being in a neck brace. [ Denki, not everything is about sex. ]
[ The old lady right next to him huffs, but there's a smile in her beady little eyes. ] A week, because if I say the standard day and a half you'll be throwing yourself into work immediately and hurt yourself worse. I know you kids, always pushing yourself too hard. [ Recovery Girl eyes them both, and Denki starts to looks exhausted as the quirk begins accelerating his body's healing. He lies down fully with a sigh.
The old woman then turns more to Katsuki, pointing her cane at him. ] ...and here's more the heal than his head. You know that.
[He can sparkly when he bottoms too. Though Katsuki usually likes to fuck him to the point of Quirk fine control being difficult. Then again, it's not like he hasn't challenged Denki to use his Quirk in controlled amounts while Katsuki's distracting him with sex. Training with a pervy reward system. Hey, it worked a lot in school, so why the fuck should it stop working when they're upcoming Pros post-graduation? Even if Katsuki does like fucking Denki into a static-oozing state.
There's a small notion of copying and passing on Recovery Girl's Quirk, but both the ethics and the procedure of doing such a thing remain highly controversial, considering the utter shit the last person's grip on Quirk transfers brought about. Imagine the good it would do to keep her Quirk around. But that's a slippery slope just begging to get abused... and yet... Eri's an entirely different story, as is Kai getting his Quirk back. Fucking crazy, those three Quirks.]
Want me to ask Half-n-Half to freeze your neck in place? [Smirking at him because he can. Though at least Recovery Girl backs him up. Sort of. The week restriction's explanation is obvious, despite Katsuki frowning at the implications. On both of them. Right. Because the majority of Class 1-A had a hard time staying down. They're known for it.
Once Denki's back down and resting, Katsuki switches his gaze to Recovery Girl when the old lady addresses him.] I'm aware of that, Baba Nurse. We'll work on getting that healed up together. Don't underestimate him.
[ Distracting Denki and rewarding him with sex is an excellent system when it comes to quirk control. A little less when it comes to academic things, but it's still a relief after being stressed as hell. He graduated UA, after all. With a lot of B+!
...static ooze state is Denki's favorite form. It's like sexy whey-mode when everything is soft and sweet and good.
Passing on quirks like that would be a huge political mess and Recovery Girl probably doesn't want that, either. A pity she didn't have kids, but at least she can grandmom a whole school on the regular. Maybe they have to wait for new healing quirks to arrive. Who knows, after all - quirks get stronger and stronger each generation, with Eri's and Kai's already being insane.
Denki makes a displeased whine from the bed at the mention of ice neck, but he's half-asleep. He can't really argue with Recovery Girl's reasoning, though. He wants to get back to work, but if he can rest for a week even while healed, he might not fuck himself up. (He's still going to go in if something needs his specific help... but probably a lot more carefully.) ]
I'm not. [ Recovery Girl says, shaking her head. ] You're all strong kids, but it is okay to take time.
[ She starts looking around her bag, and then takes out what looks like a blanket. ] Miss Yaoyorozu made this for Kaminari. It's an insulation sheet, in case of nightmares. I'm not treating you for electrocution, too.
[ Putting it on the bed next to an already snoozing Denki, she then starts waddling towards the door. ] Take care, now. Both of you.
[While academic things aren't eternally behind them, as there's always something to learn (in Katsuki's opinion even if he won't admit it) they graduated and there's no real reason to be sucking Denki off as reward to getting test questions correct. Nah, now he just sucks his boyfriend off cause he wants to. Quirk training with sex is still a thing; it's fucking fun. Though it does have to be done in private, so they usually have to resort to fine-tuning or smaller usages.
Problem is, even if a new healing Quirk arrives, it'll be at least 15 years before said Quirk can be used to help people. If Recovery Girl goes before that time, or even on the cusp of it... U.A. is going to have to rethink how it does things. Can't be breaking their students in training if there's no quick recovery. Katsuki's concerned about his alma mater regarding that.
He glances at Denki's whine, but returns his focus to Recovery Girl. Let the blonde sleep. She knows what she's talking about and he's aware Denki would be trying to get back to work even if he wasn't fully recovered. Maybe they can deal with smaller electrical practices while he waits. Or put him on the phones to answer questions, heh heh heh. The torment.]
I'll make sure he doesn't fuck himself up. [Not saying it allowed, but fucking Denki up is his job. In the good way.]
Che. [He glares at the blanket. As if he's using that shit. He'd rather trust his boyfriend and sleep without having him wrapped up out of touching range. IF it happens, then he might consider using it. For now, it'll just sit on the foot of the bed.] I'll be fine.
Yeah. [Katsuki watches her leave, then looks to Denki again, before offering a quiet-] Thanks. [-before she gets completely out the door.]
[ A certain box full of sex toys powered by Denki's own quirk pretty much says just how into the quirkplay part of their sex life they are. It's just part of them, making them the people they are and love. Plus Katsuki's hands are a big turn-on, feeling those rough palms and fingers from his explosions on his body. He's already longing for that, but hospital boners or not, he'll wait.
It's going to be difficult to train kids as hard as Aizawa did without Recovery Girl, but UA made heroes for years that didn't break every single bones in their bodies or get caught in terrible villain attacks and wars. Heroes existed (barely) before her and they will exist after her passing. With all the quirks in Japan alone, someone will take over; maybe someone who was never even a hero.
At least Denki's the social guy, he'd probably do pretty well manning the phone. Just don't make him do all the paperwork, he hates his own enough as it is. He does do it and he does it pretty decently, but it's definitely the worst part of being a hero.
...well, getting kidnapped was the worst part, now.
Recovery Girl gives Katsuki a little hint of a smile and then leaves, closing the door behind her. Denki is half-snoozing, but the click of the door slightly wakes him and he's immediately holding out a hand for his boyfriend to join him. The bed could hold two and he wants some fucking cuddles.
[There's something insanely arousing about feeling your own lover's power being the reason behind that vibrating, thrusting, buzzing, pulsing, whatever they're using together, rather than something like batteries alone. There's also the intimacy of having sex in complete darkness, just so lightning sparks and explosion bursts provide flashes of light to see each other as they come together on the bed.
Not something to do in the hospital, unfortunately.
Nah, not the paperwork. Talk to the people, tell them how to check their meter, what they're looking for, maybe even have a partner who's writing everything down while Denki does electrical problem diagnosis over the phone to keep his head safe while he recovers. Just has to make sure they don't tax his brain too hard while it's healing.
Katsuki would say dying is the worst part of being a hero... It sucked. They... don't talk about that much.
He turns his head as Denki's hand bobs in the air beside the bed. Yeah, he could've called that as happening the moment they were alone. Looking at the time, Katsuki decides that it's late enough no one else is going to be coming in here to bother them. So he stands up and strips off his boots, grenadier gauntlets, belt, and mask before climbing into bed with the other man. Slides down beside him and takes hold of his hand.]
If we get in trouble, I'm blaming it on you, Denki.
[ Damn hospital, he needs a dick appointment ASAP!
At least electricity talk comes super easy to him, so there's no worry that he'll get tired from it. He'll probably follow up on any leads about the possible villain plan as well. Denki needs to know what was going on there... for his own sake as well as the public. Maybe it was all bullshit, maybe not. All he's certain of is that if it happens, he's going to be very busy.
Yeah, they do not talk much about that. He refuses to think about his boyfriend being dead, thank you. Bless Jeanist and... well. Edgeshot. ]
Mmm. Nobody's gonna care. [ Denki mumbles, burying his head against Katsuki's chest and under his chin. A perfect place, he fits just right. He's here with his boyfriend in a secure hospital, body working on healing him. Everything was fine. ]
[Dick comes after concussion. Your brain's more important than your penis, Denki.
There's been look into the potential problem, but so far nothing's been brought to the heroes' attention. Investigation is still underway before they can launch any sort of full-scale effort. Again, going off the whimsical story/threat of a kidnapper is a pretty tight rope to walk. But that's not for Denki to worry about now. He needs to focus on resting and not getting his head clunked on the headboard for a hot fuck.
Bless his ninja heart.]
Shut up and go to sleep. [Katsuki tucks an arm over Denki's shoulder, hand draped down his back as he settles beside him. He'd like to do more, but they're not home in bed and Denki's injured. This, however, is comfortable enough. A light nod at the prompt to wake him.] If I need to.
[ Fair, fair. He's not just a slut. Denki does love that heart, though... even if it's another man. Double gay.
The electric blonde thankfully sleeps all evening and night, so tired and out of it that the night nurse doesn't even stir a bone in his body when she knocks and comes in to check on him. He's using all his energy to heal his head, staying safe in his boyfriend's arms.
The next morning after a sleepy breakfast and some more checks, Denki is discharged and they can finally go home. Sero drives them, because the guy still feels a bit guilty about not having been Chargebolt's backup during the rescue mission. He needed to do something for his friend, even if it was just getting them home. It also meant that Katsuki could sit in the back with a tired and clingy boyfriend.
They have to walk through some reporters and other media people when they reach their apartment, and Denki manages a quick finger gun to show he's fine before they get inside. Leaning against the door, he groans. He feels physically fine, so why is he still tired? ]
I'm gonna have a shower, see if getting hospital funk off of me will chase away the RG fugue.
[ He smiles a bit at Katsuki, even if it doesn't quite reach those honey eyes. Denki's so ready to get back to normal and forget about this mess. ]
[Ugh, keep that sappy stuff to yourself. (Or don't, cause secretly Katsuki doesn't mind it so much.) Won't hear him saying that kind of shit aloud. Unless Denki really whines for it. He likes the double gay.
Katsuki stays with Denki through the night, waking up via internal clock around five thirty. Rather than leave him, however, the explosive blonde doesn't get out of the comforting rest. He woke up one time during the night, alert when the night nurse showed up to check on them. She probably wasn't happy to see Katsuki in the hospital bed big spooning his boyfriend, but hell if he was gonna change it now.
When Denki wakes, he slips out of bed after a quiet "morning" and lingers near it while the other hero gets himself adjusted and the morning check up comes around. Waiting for him to get discharged and carrying the folder with papers for both medicine if needed and care tips for the following week. What to watch for and so on. Katsuki reads it over during the drive home, letting Denki hold onto him and rest. Better than their resident Pikachu trying to put all this into his brain.
Katsuki is instantly incensed when he finds the fucking media outside their damn apartment complex and goes off on them without a second's hesitation. Plague him on a mission is bad enough, but to be so fucking intrusive as to stakeout around their fucking HOME is almost criminal! He even threatens to call the cops (along with snarling about personal injury and fatal threats) if he finds them there again. That's an invasion of privacy and fuck he is has any fonder feelings towards the press now than he did when they "invaded" U.A. with Shigaraki's help. Fucking bastards. All of them.
Getting inside is a relief and he shuts the door and locks it with a snarl. The folder slaps down on the countertop nearby for later use and he turns his attention to his boyfriend once he slouches to the door.]
Hmph. ["Tadaima~" he says and it's one more chalk to the "I'm dating an adorable dork" pile. Katsuki rests his forearm on the door beside Denki's head, bodily caging him in against the entrance to their home. Red eyes holding gold without any reservations. They're not in the hospital. Not in anyone else's presence. It's just them.] Don't you ever fucking scare me like that again.
[There... he admits it finally. He'd been terrified about Denki's kidnapping, not knowing where or how he was. But he kept his wits and mentality about him, refusing to let others know how anxious he was, outside of his normal angry outbursts. But here in the privacy of their own home... Katsuki lets that wall down.]
Want some company? [Bath or shower is fine. Problem is, he can't pretend he won't indulge his boyfriend once in.]
[ At least the night nurse didn't say a thing about it, just relieved no cables or medical equipment wasn't disturbed. A real MVP of Denki's uninterrupted sleep, even if Katsuki was the star. When the electric blonde his discharged he's given prescriptions for some light pain medication in case of lingering headaches, but otherwise everything seems good to go. Nothing like good old Recovery Girl.
The electric blonde is getting his hospital-given shoes off in the genkan, having gotten all his kidnapper-given clothes taken by police, when he's startled a bit by the folder being slammed down. It's followed by Katsuki pressed against him, joining him at the door. Denki looks up at his boyfriend as he's safely caged in on all sides, and gold meets red steadily. He knew this was coming, now that it was just them. A moment for Katsuki to show his real emotions and fears.
This time the smile does reach Denki's eyes, and he lifts a hand to tilt his boyfriend's head down a bit, pressing a kiss to his forehead and the little hidden worry wrinkle there. ]
I can't promise that, babe. We're heroes, we get hurt all the time. I can promise that I'll always do my best to come back to you, though.
[ That's all any of them can do, after all. It's the life they chose, and sometimes it means fighting a war at just 17, and sometimes it means getting kidnapped really weirdly. ]
...and hell yeah. You smell like hospital, too - and hero costume funk. Come on, I'll do your back if you do mine.
[ With that, he slinks out of the protective kabedon with a laugh, tossing hospital clothes off like he's putting down obstacles for Katsuki. "When things are hard, make people laugh - even if it's just yourself." A good proverb. "...especially when it means getting naked." A Kaminari proverb. ]
[For as normally stoic and controlled as he is, there are few areas where Katsuki'll show the feelings he carries underneath. In the privacy of a remote area, alone with just the one or two people who he trusts enough to see his emotions. Here in their home, with only Denki to bear witness to his words and the look in his eyes, Katsuki feels safe enough to admit the "weaker" emotions that come from being human. Worry, concern, fear, anger... and the utter relief to have the man he loves back.
It's nice to see the smile in those golden eyes again, even if his own are still laden with the burdens of his emotions inside when Denki encourages his head to lower to meet their gaze. Before dropping even further so the electric hero can kiss him on the forehead. That earns a small growl of annoyance (embarrassment) but he doesn't protest beyond that.]
I know. [Doesn't want to admit it, but he's aware of the reality. Denki can't promise he won't get kidnapped again, won't get hurt again, hell he can't even promise he won't die. But that's the agreement they made with themselves and each other when they decided to become heroes. Nothing was guaranteed.] I'll always find you and bring you back if you don't.
[He could go for not getting kidnapped again. Fucking sucks. But they can drop the conversation and focus on something else. Like getting a shower together. He scoffs at the note to his current scent.] I was fucking busy, dammit.
[Didn't have time to get all washed up and fancy for the reunion. Katsuki lets him out of his arms and gets to work removing his hero gear and costume. His eyes linger on his boyfriend, taking in the details as more of those clothes come off the further he goes into their apartment. It's... honestly pretty fucking attractive when Denki strips down as he walks.]
[ Denki never judges; Katsuki needs his privacy, his home and his man to be able to share the more fragile emotions. He puts up a front of being tough and unshakable, but he's a human being. He worried about his kidnapped boyfriend. He was afraid. It was just normal, but if he needed some special circumstances to express them, here they are. Just them.
The little growl of annoyance is adorable, though. ]
I know. You'll drag me back from hell if you have to!
[ He's laughing as he keeps taking his clothes off, jumping on one leg to remove one of the hospital socks and then holds on to a wall to slip off the second one. Finally, the boxers fly away, a small trail of clothes for his boyfriend to follow.
Denki gets into the bathroom, grinning as he sees their shower. It was generous enough to fit both of them, nice sliding doors and tiles. Perfect to share and possibly get steamy. In both ways. He turns the spray on and then turns to smile at Katsuki. ] Come on, babe!
[ He gets inside and immediately 'eeps' at the first cold water before it heats up. Every time. Denki never learns. ]
Damn right I will. So you better not fucking go there.
[Katsuki sets his gear to the side and his boots by the door before working on the rest of his costume. A few layers thanks to the protective insulated covering and stirrups of his inner bodysuit. Adopting his winter costume as his default layout may have pissed some people off due to no longer showing off his shoulders and upper arms, but they can eat shit and die. His power grows with his heat and this keeps him geared up to better performance faster.
Not that he's an idiot and will revert to his normal bared shoulders if it's murderously hot out there.
While Denki's over there hopping like a pogo stick, Katsuki simply kicks one leg behind him and catches his pants to drag it up and off his foot, taking it from his thigh over his knee and down his shin with easy balance. He at least gives them a fold over his arm, growling at the trail of clothes. Bastard...
He gathers them up with a few leg motions and arm catches, ending up in the bathroom, naked and setting an armful of simple folded clothes on the counter. Shoot them into the hamper later. That telltale "eep" earns a wry face and sagged shoulders.]
[ People have no taste! Sure, the tanktop is hot and in the winter version those guns aren't on display... but have you seen his man in that costume? It's a look. Plus that bodysuit and those stirrups? Yep, hot as fuck. Denki is such a simp for Dynamight.
(Chargebolt hasn't changed his costume's look since the first time he did in High School, because it works for him. He has gotten a lot of grounding upgrades and other cool materials in it instead, and his sharpshooter is always getting worked on.)
It's just like Katsuki to just smoothly get undressed while Denki is struggling, getting his clothes off easily by the time he reaches the bathroom - even though he wore more layers than the electric blonde. He even folded them! Such skills.
The mention of his constant forgetfulness about how their own shower works makes Denki stick his tongue out, and he gets in under the spray as soon as it heats up. It flattens his poofy hair against his head, already a mess from the hospital stay and the kidnapping. The water rinses away so much tension, and he holds out his hand to pull his boyfriend in with him. ]
[Exactly. And Denki has all the taste cause he's the one with his mouth on Katsuki. Well, a few others have. Eijirou bit him one time when they were battling and Katsuki told him to fight like his life depended on it. CHOMP! Bastard... but it worked. Hell if he hasn't been occasionally snagged by Tsuyu's tongue once or twice (does she even taste with that thing?). And then other villains with mouth-based Quirks... BUT only Chargebolt's the one with the taste other people can only fantasize about.
It's gotten to the point where some Chargebolt fanclubs like to try and design their own sharpshooters and see which person got the closest to his next upgrade. Katsuki can't tell if Mei is happy with the enthusiasm (and soundly trouncing all of them) or if she's annoyed people are trying to emulate and guess her latest creation... But as far as Dynamight's concerned, his man looks fucking sexy in his costume. And that open jacket makes for easy access during back-alley trysts.
Katsuki's not gonna leave clothes strewn about the house, dammit. His mom taught him better than that. The most "mess" clothes get is when they start making out or fucking and their stripped-off clothes end up dumped on the floor beside the couch or bed. When blonde has no intention of pausing to deal with that shit.
Tsk, that dork better keep his tongue in that mouth unless he's planning on using it. Katsuki waits by the shower until he feels it's warmed up, then steps in after Denki and pulls the door shut behind him. At least Recovery Girl's kiss closed u all the wounds, so there's no white bandages falling off in the shower. Katsuki steps up to Denki when he's pulled, pressing flush against him without hesitation and immediately drawing him into a heated kiss.]
[ Those sharpshooter ideas are one of Denki's favorite fan things! It even gives him some inspiration at times, even if he's not always sure if it would work with the actual function of it. He still really likes the one that looks like a lightning bolt, even if he would probably break his wrist if he had to turn it to load his pointers.
...oh, Denki is very much planning to use it; he slips his tongue into that kiss almost immediately. He missed this, missed the touch and the taste of his lover. That little flavor that was all for him, not Riot bites or Froppy tongues. Just heated breath and lips meeting, eager to kiss.
He missed this, them. The kisses at his rescue and in the hospital had not been enough, and now they're free to do whatever they want without anyone interrupting them. All while warmed by water that even semi-tames that spiky pale blonde hair. Wet Katsuki is a hot look, but then again... almost all of his looks are.
Denki cups that chin and deepens their kiss, free hand slung over a strong shoulder. He's home, he's safe and he has the best boyfriend in the world. ]
[Katsuki thinks he'd end up stabbing himself with one of those lightning-bolt shaped ones. Though that's admittedly more a Deku think to do. He doesn't like his own fans sending him designs or gear they want him to incorporate into his suit and just throws them again. Well... there are a few that stand out in the crowd that he's filed away and given to the Support Department. But just for reference and possibility. Not because he's going to use them. Fuck copying someone else's idea unless it was his own first.
A moment of pressure to his lips and Katsuki opens his mouth, letting Denki's tongue inside without hesitation. A low groan rumbles in his throat at the sensation and he leans into the kiss with more intensity and heat. Feeling him, the tangible touch of his skin and the wet heat of his tongue and lips... is fucking presence. It tells him Denki's alive and here with him.
Of course the kisses out in public weren't going to be like this. They're in fucking public. Now they're in private, naked and drenched, and that's calling for far more intimate and intense kisses that slide tongues together and grind their bodies flush against each other's. Katsuki makes sure to keep Denki pointedly away from the wall, refusing to let him clunk his head against it even during their passionate moments.
As a hand drops over his scarred shoulder, Katsuki wraps his free arm around the other man's waist, pulling him close and slotting a leg between his to add more touch points between them.]
[ He's more likely to stab someone else if the point of the lightning bolt is forward - which would be the more obvious stylistic choice. Denki prefers electrocuting villains, not stabbing them. Blood is gross. The version he has right now works really well... at least he hopes it does after it comes back from the police.
The electric blonde sighs happily against those lips, feeling his boyfriend body try to connect with every single part of his. Skin against skin, lips against lips. It's such a celebration of being alive and safe in those arms, to be able to kiss and slide his hands down to those narrow hips, pushing them together just as Katsuki does the same. They have excellent ideas, and it makes Denki laugh slightly against those lips.
Yep, they're definitely going to get dirty before they get clean. There's no doubt about that.
Shameless, he grins slightly against that leg, sliding his lips from Katsuki's mouth and down over his neck and shoulder. ] Love you. [ He mumbles against a sharp collarbone, hands trailing down to those plush pecs and further to the dips and valleys of the abs. Since Katsuki has removed him from leaning to the wall, it's Denki's turn to press the other blonde up against it. ]
I'm so glad to be home.
[ Denki grinds against the leg between his, feeling like he's been starved from feeling his boyfriend like this. Missions and travel might sometimes be longer than five days, yet it felt so different from the time he had been gone. Especially when he didn't know if he would see Katsuki again. ]
Think I can suck your dick without more head damage?
[Depends on if it has to pull his arm in front of himself to adjust it or work with it. Though adding a blade to that sharpshooter wouldn't be a bad idea, giving Kaminari some extra close-range offense in case he's attacked by fucking Rubber Man or something. Bakugou's pretty big on being as effective as possible from any range, though he's still best at mid to close.
Katsuki rocks his hips forward as hands slide down his hips, drawing them close together once more. His dick's already perking up from interest and longing, lifting along the other blonde's inner thigh and rubbing at his balls. He drops his hand in a slow caress down his boyfriend's back, tracing over his spine, mapping out the curve of his pelvis, and finally cupping around his ass. Gives one cheek a nice, firm squeeze, encouraging Denki to move with him.]
Good think we've got plenty of hot water.
[Just one grind and Katsuki's leg hikes up on the ball of his foot, pressing his thigh flush against the other boy's hips. He tilts his head to the side, opening more of his neck for Denki's mouth to traipse down to his shoulder. Feels his words as much as hears them over the water. A hot flush glows across his cheeks and throat, and his heart slams harder behind the sculpted mounds of his pectorals. Only to quiver when the blonde gets to his abs, stomach muscles crunching beneath his skin as his shoulders and back hit the wall behind him.]
Glad you're home. [That's a serious understatement, considering how hard Katsuki's clinging to Denki and grinding their bodies together. Touch starved. That's what Denki's feeling. He draws a path from buttcheek to side to ribs, thumb slotting between them to flick over his boyfriend's pink nipple.] So long as you're not against the wall and keep horizontal.
[ He's had enough of rubber quirk people for a while, thank you! Maybe enough to even stab them with a useless sharpshooter if he has to. At least Denki's decent at pretty much any range, and will probably just go with his taser self. Other people can handle rubber and fellow electricity assholes. He'll ask Uraraka for more self-defense tips instead.
Touch starved is a good expression for it. He desperately wants to feel that warm body against his, breathe in the taste and scent of his boyfriend that even the water cannot fully wash away. Denki wants to be touched, exactly the way he's being spoiled right now; sweet along his body and cheeky at his ass. That dick rubbing against his balls is a delicious feeling and his own is rising quickly to the occasion.
It feels like they're trying to meld into each other's bodies, connecting at as many places as possible. Honey eyes look up at his boyfriend and Denki smiles as he sees the pink flush on Katsuki. It's precious, and he nips at the junction between shoulder and neck with a soft moan. The sound quickly gets louder when his nipple is flicked, a stupidly sensitive area that earns a hickey under his lips rather than a nip.
It feels nice to leave a little mark.
...then, finally, the electric blonde sinks down to his knees, happily leaning to Katsuki's lower stomach. It's warm on the tile when the water is going, which makes it comfortable. Not that he doesn't love being on his knees in some locker room shower, but this is soft. Intimate.
Running fingers down ash-blonde curls, Denki grabs at the base of his favorite treat and guides it to his mouth so that he can happily kitten-lick the tip. ]
[She's likely a better teacher in martial arts than Katsuki, mostly because the electric blonde is less about defense and more about explosive offense. Besides, do you really want to learn combat techniques from the guy who wants to "kill with his knees", Denki? That said, Katsuki would and will definitely train with his boyfriend in better close-range combat skills. And he's going to inquire later about adding some kind of weapon to Denki's costume. A hidden blade or something. Maybe a collapsible lightning-shaped hairpin that can be used as a knife...
Katsuki rocks his hips forward, thrusting his dick between Denki's thighs just to have the sensation of his boyfriend so close to him. His sac's soft skin and his balls rolling against his shaft mingle with the smooth inside of his upper legs, making for a really amazing sensation as he moves. Kissing already stole his breath so why not steal some more with other areas of his boyfriend's body? Especially when he feels Denki's cock lifting against his stomach and hips.
Fuck, as close as they are, he wants to be closer, wants to be inside, wants to be connected so deeply he doesn't know where his body stops and Denki's ends. Katsuki's mouth hovers half open as he gaze into his boyfriend's eyes, shuddering thanks to teeth catching onto his trape and a moan glazing it with warm air and vibrations. Makes him repeat the nipple flick, pinching the pink bud between his forefinger and thumb to roll it a few times. His reward's a damn hickey and he's proud of it.
There are few things hotter than seeing Denki going down on his knees in front of him. Red eyes burn in arousal as Katsuki moves his hand to his boyfriend's shoulders, gripping at the round muscle and bone. It's gonna be hard, since he can't grab his hair or move his head. Katsuki hisses as fingers slide from his abs to his dick, leaning his head back against the wall when the other boy bends his erection to his mouth and flicks his tongue over his head.] Fuck...
[ That's okay, babe. Denki kills while on his knees!
...jokes aside, a little charm to his choker that hides some kind of weapon might be good. He really could have used something sharp while stuck in rubber bands, so it didn't have to be specifically for stabbing people. Add some good self defense and he'll probably feel better about himself. Not having noticed the guy with the 2x4 still makes him feel like he's failed as a hero.
Right now, though, he can focus on one of his absolute favorite things. Denki keeps close, almost cuddling into the other man more than he normally does, enjoying the feeling of a warm, wet body and Katsuki's hands on his shoulders. It isn't quite the same as being held by the hair, but it's good enough. He just wants to feel the other blonde's touch right now, even when putting his cock deeper in his mouth and working his tongue eagerly on the underside.
They know eachother's bodies so well, and the gift of the tweaked nipple still throbs in a good way as he sucks greedily around his mouthful. Denki meets his boyfriend's gaze, enjoying the red embers of desire that look down at him. He knows he's hot like this, and he loves showing off just as much as he loves the feeling of Katsuki in his mouth. ]
Mmm...
[ A content sigh leaves the electric blonde, moving his hands to grasp that nice ass as well. Connected everywhere. ]
[Better only kill one person while on his knees...
Anything sharp is useful for stabbing people. Katsuki wouldn't turn down the idea of Denki's choker containing some kind of weapon. Or even being one itself, if he didn't mind the collar being a metal band instead of cloth. Don't go for the punk spiked collar look though, babe. Plus the idea of that electrical "sensory" field Katsuki wants to talk to Denki about. That'll probably take some training or support gear.
Something not to get into when he's got his boyfriend on his knees in the shower with his tongue playing over the head of his dick. Katsuki grinds his shoulders against the warm shower walls as the other man sidles up close to his legs. Yeah, he'll miss not begin able to bury his fingers in Denki's water-logged golden locks, but it's fine. He has nice shoulders to hold onto instead. Fuck, and the added sensation of his dick being welcomed inside his boyfriend's mouth is way too distracting.
Tongue gliding on the underside, stroking over the prominent "vein" on the underside. Katsuki cusses into the air when Denki finally closes his mouth around his dick and sucks. His eyes fall shut and his stomach flexes with each greedy draught. God, his boyfriend knows how to do that so well. Cracking an eye open, he stares down at Denki. Bastard's showing off and he knows it.]
Shit... you really are beautiful. [His words stumble across his lips thanks to a humming sigh vibrating across his dick. Only to gasp in surprise and arch his hips as Denki reaches around to grab at his ass.]
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With Recovery Girl in the room, Katsuki is all business again, expertly hiding the fact he was just making out with his boyfriend on the hospital bed. Might not be able to do it so well if it was just their classmates, but in the presence of an adult? Easy. Denki's gonna be wishing he was the one kissing him... but too bad, Katsuki's not got healing lips.
Disappointed Granny was a common sight back in U.A. and Katsuki has some flashbacks while listening to Recovery Girl fuss over Denki. Like she used to for Izuku all the damn time. They'd be lying if they said there wasn't an air of tentative worry about Recovery Girl's eventual passing. Eri's powers are theoretically even more impressive, but even her progression doesn't change the fact her Quirk comes from her own stored power, rather than using the other person's stamina or whatever. There's a limit to how many people, and what kind of damages, Eri can heal.]
A week. [That's... more than Katsuki expected and his frown's disappointed at the verdict too. But with a head injury, probably for the best. Denki doesn't have a thick ass skull like Izuku (in the physical sense) considering how many times their Symbol of Peace has been clonked on the head. A week then... dammit. The rest of the injunction, he's not touching.]
How still? Cause I can shove him in a fucking neck brace. Come out looking like Scrotum Face's skull mask breather. [Subtle thread. Not-so-subtle being a dick boyfriend.]
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Recovery Girl passing would be a loss to all of Japan, and there's a lot waiting on poor Eri's shoulders. She's going to be target, as well; a great asset for both villains and shady companies. She needs more time to grow up as a normal girl, so the old lady better stick around for a little while longer. ]
Kacchan that's gross. Big turn-off, looking like AFO or being in a neck brace. [ Denki, not everything is about sex. ]
[ The old lady right next to him huffs, but there's a smile in her beady little eyes. ] A week, because if I say the standard day and a half you'll be throwing yourself into work immediately and hurt yourself worse. I know you kids, always pushing yourself too hard. [ Recovery Girl eyes them both, and Denki starts to looks exhausted as the quirk begins accelerating his body's healing. He lies down fully with a sigh.
The old woman then turns more to Katsuki, pointing her cane at him. ] ...and here's more the heal than his head. You know that.
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There's a small notion of copying and passing on Recovery Girl's Quirk, but both the ethics and the procedure of doing such a thing remain highly controversial, considering the utter shit the last person's grip on Quirk transfers brought about. Imagine the good it would do to keep her Quirk around. But that's a slippery slope just begging to get abused... and yet... Eri's an entirely different story, as is Kai getting his Quirk back. Fucking crazy, those three Quirks.]
Want me to ask Half-n-Half to freeze your neck in place? [Smirking at him because he can. Though at least Recovery Girl backs him up. Sort of. The week restriction's explanation is obvious, despite Katsuki frowning at the implications. On both of them. Right. Because the majority of Class 1-A had a hard time staying down. They're known for it.
Once Denki's back down and resting, Katsuki switches his gaze to Recovery Girl when the old lady addresses him.] I'm aware of that, Baba Nurse. We'll work on getting that healed up together. Don't underestimate him.
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...static ooze state is Denki's favorite form. It's like sexy whey-mode when everything is soft and sweet and good.
Passing on quirks like that would be a huge political mess and Recovery Girl probably doesn't want that, either. A pity she didn't have kids, but at least she can grandmom a whole school on the regular. Maybe they have to wait for new healing quirks to arrive. Who knows, after all - quirks get stronger and stronger each generation, with Eri's and Kai's already being insane.
Denki makes a displeased whine from the bed at the mention of ice neck, but he's half-asleep. He can't really argue with Recovery Girl's reasoning, though. He wants to get back to work, but if he can rest for a week even while healed, he might not fuck himself up. (He's still going to go in if something needs his specific help... but probably a lot more carefully.) ]
I'm not. [ Recovery Girl says, shaking her head. ] You're all strong kids, but it is okay to take time.
[ She starts looking around her bag, and then takes out what looks like a blanket. ] Miss Yaoyorozu made this for Kaminari. It's an insulation sheet, in case of nightmares. I'm not treating you for electrocution, too.
[ Putting it on the bed next to an already snoozing Denki, she then starts waddling towards the door. ] Take care, now. Both of you.
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Problem is, even if a new healing Quirk arrives, it'll be at least 15 years before said Quirk can be used to help people. If Recovery Girl goes before that time, or even on the cusp of it... U.A. is going to have to rethink how it does things. Can't be breaking their students in training if there's no quick recovery. Katsuki's concerned about his alma mater regarding that.
He glances at Denki's whine, but returns his focus to Recovery Girl. Let the blonde sleep. She knows what she's talking about and he's aware Denki would be trying to get back to work even if he wasn't fully recovered. Maybe they can deal with smaller electrical practices while he waits. Or put him on the phones to answer questions, heh heh heh. The torment.]
I'll make sure he doesn't fuck himself up. [Not saying it allowed, but fucking Denki up is his job. In the good way.]
Che. [He glares at the blanket. As if he's using that shit. He'd rather trust his boyfriend and sleep without having him wrapped up out of touching range. IF it happens, then he might consider using it. For now, it'll just sit on the foot of the bed.] I'll be fine.
Yeah. [Katsuki watches her leave, then looks to Denki again, before offering a quiet-] Thanks. [-before she gets completely out the door.]
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It's going to be difficult to train kids as hard as Aizawa did without Recovery Girl, but UA made heroes for years that didn't break every single bones in their bodies or get caught in terrible villain attacks and wars. Heroes existed (barely) before her and they will exist after her passing. With all the quirks in Japan alone, someone will take over; maybe someone who was never even a hero.
At least Denki's the social guy, he'd probably do pretty well manning the phone. Just don't make him do all the paperwork, he hates his own enough as it is. He does do it and he does it pretty decently, but it's definitely the worst part of being a hero.
...well, getting kidnapped was the worst part, now.
Recovery Girl gives Katsuki a little hint of a smile and then leaves, closing the door behind her. Denki is half-snoozing, but the click of the door slightly wakes him and he's immediately holding out a hand for his boyfriend to join him. The bed could hold two and he wants some fucking cuddles.
He doesn't want to be alone. ]
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Not something to do in the hospital, unfortunately.
Nah, not the paperwork. Talk to the people, tell them how to check their meter, what they're looking for, maybe even have a partner who's writing everything down while Denki does electrical problem diagnosis over the phone to keep his head safe while he recovers. Just has to make sure they don't tax his brain too hard while it's healing.
Katsuki would say dying is the worst part of being a hero... It sucked. They... don't talk about that much.
He turns his head as Denki's hand bobs in the air beside the bed. Yeah, he could've called that as happening the moment they were alone. Looking at the time, Katsuki decides that it's late enough no one else is going to be coming in here to bother them. So he stands up and strips off his boots, grenadier gauntlets, belt, and mask before climbing into bed with the other man. Slides down beside him and takes hold of his hand.]
If we get in trouble, I'm blaming it on you, Denki.
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At least electricity talk comes super easy to him, so there's no worry that he'll get tired from it. He'll probably follow up on any leads about the possible villain plan as well. Denki needs to know what was going on there... for his own sake as well as the public. Maybe it was all bullshit, maybe not. All he's certain of is that if it happens, he's going to be very busy.
Yeah, they do not talk much about that. He refuses to think about his boyfriend being dead, thank you. Bless Jeanist and... well. Edgeshot. ]
Mmm. Nobody's gonna care. [ Denki mumbles, burying his head against Katsuki's chest and under his chin. A perfect place, he fits just right. He's here with his boyfriend in a secure hospital, body working on healing him. Everything was fine. ]
Just... wake me if you need to leave.
[ He doesn't want to wake up alone. ]
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There's been look into the potential problem, but so far nothing's been brought to the heroes' attention. Investigation is still underway before they can launch any sort of full-scale effort. Again, going off the whimsical story/threat of a kidnapper is a pretty tight rope to walk. But that's not for Denki to worry about now. He needs to focus on resting and not getting his head clunked on the headboard for a hot fuck.
Bless his ninja heart.]Shut up and go to sleep. [Katsuki tucks an arm over Denki's shoulder, hand draped down his back as he settles beside him. He'd like to do more, but they're not home in bed and Denki's injured. This, however, is comfortable enough. A light nod at the prompt to wake him.] If I need to.
[He won't need to.]
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The electric blonde thankfully sleeps all evening and night, so tired and out of it that the night nurse doesn't even stir a bone in his body when she knocks and comes in to check on him. He's using all his energy to heal his head, staying safe in his boyfriend's arms.
The next morning after a sleepy breakfast and some more checks, Denki is discharged and they can finally go home. Sero drives them, because the guy still feels a bit guilty about not having been Chargebolt's backup during the rescue mission. He needed to do something for his friend, even if it was just getting them home. It also meant that Katsuki could sit in the back with a tired and clingy boyfriend.
They have to walk through some reporters and other media people when they reach their apartment, and Denki manages a quick finger gun to show he's fine before they get inside. Leaning against the door, he groans. He feels physically fine, so why is he still tired? ]
I'm gonna have a shower, see if getting hospital funk off of me will chase away the RG fugue.
[ He smiles a bit at Katsuki, even if it doesn't quite reach those honey eyes. Denki's so ready to get back to normal and forget about this mess. ]
Tadaima~!
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Katsuki stays with Denki through the night, waking up via internal clock around five thirty. Rather than leave him, however, the explosive blonde doesn't get out of the comforting rest. He woke up one time during the night, alert when the night nurse showed up to check on them. She probably wasn't happy to see Katsuki in the hospital bed big spooning his boyfriend, but hell if he was gonna change it now.
When Denki wakes, he slips out of bed after a quiet "morning" and lingers near it while the other hero gets himself adjusted and the morning check up comes around. Waiting for him to get discharged and carrying the folder with papers for both medicine if needed and care tips for the following week. What to watch for and so on. Katsuki reads it over during the drive home, letting Denki hold onto him and rest. Better than their resident Pikachu trying to put all this into his brain.
Katsuki is instantly incensed when he finds the fucking media outside their damn apartment complex and goes off on them without a second's hesitation. Plague him on a mission is bad enough, but to be so fucking intrusive as to stakeout around their fucking HOME is almost criminal! He even threatens to call the cops (along with snarling about personal injury and fatal threats) if he finds them there again. That's an invasion of privacy and fuck he is has any fonder feelings towards the press now than he did when they "invaded" U.A. with Shigaraki's help. Fucking bastards. All of them.
Getting inside is a relief and he shuts the door and locks it with a snarl. The folder slaps down on the countertop nearby for later use and he turns his attention to his boyfriend once he slouches to the door.]
Hmph. ["Tadaima~" he says and it's one more chalk to the "I'm dating an adorable dork" pile. Katsuki rests his forearm on the door beside Denki's head, bodily caging him in against the entrance to their home. Red eyes holding gold without any reservations. They're not in the hospital. Not in anyone else's presence. It's just them.] Don't you ever fucking scare me like that again.
[There... he admits it finally. He'd been terrified about Denki's kidnapping, not knowing where or how he was. But he kept his wits and mentality about him, refusing to let others know how anxious he was, outside of his normal angry outbursts. But here in the privacy of their own home... Katsuki lets that wall down.]
Want some company? [Bath or shower is fine. Problem is, he can't pretend he won't indulge his boyfriend once in.]
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The electric blonde is getting his hospital-given shoes off in the genkan, having gotten all his kidnapper-given clothes taken by police, when he's startled a bit by the folder being slammed down. It's followed by Katsuki pressed against him, joining him at the door. Denki looks up at his boyfriend as he's safely caged in on all sides, and gold meets red steadily. He knew this was coming, now that it was just them. A moment for Katsuki to show his real emotions and fears.
This time the smile does reach Denki's eyes, and he lifts a hand to tilt his boyfriend's head down a bit, pressing a kiss to his forehead and the little hidden worry wrinkle there. ]
I can't promise that, babe. We're heroes, we get hurt all the time. I can promise that I'll always do my best to come back to you, though.
[ That's all any of them can do, after all. It's the life they chose, and sometimes it means fighting a war at just 17, and sometimes it means getting kidnapped really weirdly. ]
...and hell yeah. You smell like hospital, too - and hero costume funk. Come on, I'll do your back if you do mine.
[ With that, he slinks out of the protective kabedon with a laugh, tossing hospital clothes off like he's putting down obstacles for Katsuki. "When things are hard, make people laugh - even if it's just yourself." A good proverb. "...especially when it means getting naked." A Kaminari proverb. ]
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It's nice to see the smile in those golden eyes again, even if his own are still laden with the burdens of his emotions inside when Denki encourages his head to lower to meet their gaze. Before dropping even further so the electric hero can kiss him on the forehead. That earns a small growl of annoyance (embarrassment) but he doesn't protest beyond that.]
I know. [Doesn't want to admit it, but he's aware of the reality. Denki can't promise he won't get kidnapped again, won't get hurt again, hell he can't even promise he won't die. But that's the agreement they made with themselves and each other when they decided to become heroes. Nothing was guaranteed.] I'll always find you and bring you back if you don't.
[He could go for not getting kidnapped again. Fucking sucks. But they can drop the conversation and focus on something else. Like getting a shower together. He scoffs at the note to his current scent.] I was fucking busy, dammit.
[Didn't have time to get all washed up and fancy for the reunion. Katsuki lets him out of his arms and gets to work removing his hero gear and costume. His eyes linger on his boyfriend, taking in the details as more of those clothes come off the further he goes into their apartment. It's... honestly pretty fucking attractive when Denki strips down as he walks.]
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The little growl of annoyance is adorable, though. ]
I know. You'll drag me back from hell if you have to!
[ He's laughing as he keeps taking his clothes off, jumping on one leg to remove one of the hospital socks and then holds on to a wall to slip off the second one. Finally, the boxers fly away, a small trail of clothes for his boyfriend to follow.
Denki gets into the bathroom, grinning as he sees their shower. It was generous enough to fit both of them, nice sliding doors and tiles. Perfect to share and possibly get steamy. In both ways. He turns the spray on and then turns to smile at Katsuki. ] Come on, babe!
[ He gets inside and immediately 'eeps' at the first cold water before it heats up. Every time. Denki never learns. ]
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[Katsuki sets his gear to the side and his boots by the door before working on the rest of his costume. A few layers thanks to the protective insulated covering and stirrups of his inner bodysuit. Adopting his winter costume as his default layout may have pissed some people off due to no longer showing off his shoulders and upper arms, but they can eat shit and die. His power grows with his heat and this keeps him geared up to better performance faster.
Not that he's an idiot and will revert to his normal bared shoulders if it's murderously hot out there.
While Denki's over there hopping like a pogo stick, Katsuki simply kicks one leg behind him and catches his pants to drag it up and off his foot, taking it from his thigh over his knee and down his shin with easy balance. He at least gives them a fold over his arm, growling at the trail of clothes. Bastard...
He gathers them up with a few leg motions and arm catches, ending up in the bathroom, naked and setting an armful of simple folded clothes on the counter. Shoot them into the hamper later. That telltale "eep" earns a wry face and sagged shoulders.]
How the fuck do you forget that every damn time?
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(Chargebolt hasn't changed his costume's look since the first time he did in High School, because it works for him. He has gotten a lot of grounding upgrades and other cool materials in it instead, and his sharpshooter is always getting worked on.)
It's just like Katsuki to just smoothly get undressed while Denki is struggling, getting his clothes off easily by the time he reaches the bathroom - even though he wore more layers than the electric blonde. He even folded them! Such skills.
The mention of his constant forgetfulness about how their own shower works makes Denki stick his tongue out, and he gets in under the spray as soon as it heats up. It flattens his poofy hair against his head, already a mess from the hospital stay and the kidnapping. The water rinses away so much tension, and he holds out his hand to pull his boyfriend in with him. ]
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It's gotten to the point where some Chargebolt fanclubs like to try and design their own sharpshooters and see which person got the closest to his next upgrade. Katsuki can't tell if Mei is happy with the enthusiasm (and soundly trouncing all of them) or if she's annoyed people are trying to emulate and guess her latest creation... But as far as Dynamight's concerned, his man looks fucking sexy in his costume. And that open jacket makes for easy access during back-alley trysts.
Katsuki's not gonna leave clothes strewn about the house, dammit. His mom taught him better than that. The most "mess" clothes get is when they start making out or fucking and their stripped-off clothes end up dumped on the floor beside the couch or bed. When blonde has no intention of pausing to deal with that shit.
Tsk, that dork better keep his tongue in that mouth unless he's planning on using it. Katsuki waits by the shower until he feels it's warmed up, then steps in after Denki and pulls the door shut behind him. At least Recovery Girl's kiss closed u all the wounds, so there's no white bandages falling off in the shower. Katsuki steps up to Denki when he's pulled, pressing flush against him without hesitation and immediately drawing him into a heated kiss.]
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...oh, Denki is very much planning to use it; he slips his tongue into that kiss almost immediately. He missed this, missed the touch and the taste of his lover. That little flavor that was all for him, not Riot bites or Froppy tongues. Just heated breath and lips meeting, eager to kiss.
He missed this, them. The kisses at his rescue and in the hospital had not been enough, and now they're free to do whatever they want without anyone interrupting them. All while warmed by water that even semi-tames that spiky pale blonde hair. Wet Katsuki is a hot look, but then again... almost all of his looks are.
Denki cups that chin and deepens their kiss, free hand slung over a strong shoulder. He's home, he's safe and he has the best boyfriend in the world. ]
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A moment of pressure to his lips and Katsuki opens his mouth, letting Denki's tongue inside without hesitation. A low groan rumbles in his throat at the sensation and he leans into the kiss with more intensity and heat. Feeling him, the tangible touch of his skin and the wet heat of his tongue and lips... is fucking presence. It tells him Denki's alive and here with him.
Of course the kisses out in public weren't going to be like this. They're in fucking public. Now they're in private, naked and drenched, and that's calling for far more intimate and intense kisses that slide tongues together and grind their bodies flush against each other's. Katsuki makes sure to keep Denki pointedly away from the wall, refusing to let him clunk his head against it even during their passionate moments.
As a hand drops over his scarred shoulder, Katsuki wraps his free arm around the other man's waist, pulling him close and slotting a leg between his to add more touch points between them.]
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The electric blonde sighs happily against those lips, feeling his boyfriend body try to connect with every single part of his. Skin against skin, lips against lips. It's such a celebration of being alive and safe in those arms, to be able to kiss and slide his hands down to those narrow hips, pushing them together just as Katsuki does the same. They have excellent ideas, and it makes Denki laugh slightly against those lips.
Yep, they're definitely going to get dirty before they get clean. There's no doubt about that.
Shameless, he grins slightly against that leg, sliding his lips from Katsuki's mouth and down over his neck and shoulder. ] Love you. [ He mumbles against a sharp collarbone, hands trailing down to those plush pecs and further to the dips and valleys of the abs. Since Katsuki has removed him from leaning to the wall, it's Denki's turn to press the other blonde up against it. ]
I'm so glad to be home.
[ Denki grinds against the leg between his, feeling like he's been starved from feeling his boyfriend like this. Missions and travel might sometimes be longer than five days, yet it felt so different from the time he had been gone. Especially when he didn't know if he would see Katsuki again. ]
Think I can suck your dick without more head damage?
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Katsuki rocks his hips forward as hands slide down his hips, drawing them close together once more. His dick's already perking up from interest and longing, lifting along the other blonde's inner thigh and rubbing at his balls. He drops his hand in a slow caress down his boyfriend's back, tracing over his spine, mapping out the curve of his pelvis, and finally cupping around his ass. Gives one cheek a nice, firm squeeze, encouraging Denki to move with him.]
Good think we've got plenty of hot water.
[Just one grind and Katsuki's leg hikes up on the ball of his foot, pressing his thigh flush against the other boy's hips. He tilts his head to the side, opening more of his neck for Denki's mouth to traipse down to his shoulder. Feels his words as much as hears them over the water. A hot flush glows across his cheeks and throat, and his heart slams harder behind the sculpted mounds of his pectorals. Only to quiver when the blonde gets to his abs, stomach muscles crunching beneath his skin as his shoulders and back hit the wall behind him.]
Glad you're home. [That's a serious understatement, considering how hard Katsuki's clinging to Denki and grinding their bodies together. Touch starved. That's what Denki's feeling. He draws a path from buttcheek to side to ribs, thumb slotting between them to flick over his boyfriend's pink nipple.] So long as you're not against the wall and keep horizontal.
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Touch starved is a good expression for it. He desperately wants to feel that warm body against his, breathe in the taste and scent of his boyfriend that even the water cannot fully wash away. Denki wants to be touched, exactly the way he's being spoiled right now; sweet along his body and cheeky at his ass. That dick rubbing against his balls is a delicious feeling and his own is rising quickly to the occasion.
It feels like they're trying to meld into each other's bodies, connecting at as many places as possible. Honey eyes look up at his boyfriend and Denki smiles as he sees the pink flush on Katsuki. It's precious, and he nips at the junction between shoulder and neck with a soft moan. The sound quickly gets louder when his nipple is flicked, a stupidly sensitive area that earns a hickey under his lips rather than a nip.
It feels nice to leave a little mark.
...then, finally, the electric blonde sinks down to his knees, happily leaning to Katsuki's lower stomach. It's warm on the tile when the water is going, which makes it comfortable. Not that he doesn't love being on his knees in some locker room shower, but this is soft. Intimate.
Running fingers down ash-blonde curls, Denki grabs at the base of his favorite treat and guides it to his mouth so that he can happily kitten-lick the tip. ]
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Katsuki rocks his hips forward, thrusting his dick between Denki's thighs just to have the sensation of his boyfriend so close to him. His sac's soft skin and his balls rolling against his shaft mingle with the smooth inside of his upper legs, making for a really amazing sensation as he moves. Kissing already stole his breath so why not steal some more with other areas of his boyfriend's body? Especially when he feels Denki's cock lifting against his stomach and hips.
Fuck, as close as they are, he wants to be closer, wants to be inside, wants to be connected so deeply he doesn't know where his body stops and Denki's ends. Katsuki's mouth hovers half open as he gaze into his boyfriend's eyes, shuddering thanks to teeth catching onto his trape and a moan glazing it with warm air and vibrations. Makes him repeat the nipple flick, pinching the pink bud between his forefinger and thumb to roll it a few times. His reward's a damn hickey and he's proud of it.
There are few things hotter than seeing Denki going down on his knees in front of him. Red eyes burn in arousal as Katsuki moves his hand to his boyfriend's shoulders, gripping at the round muscle and bone. It's gonna be hard, since he can't grab his hair or move his head. Katsuki hisses as fingers slide from his abs to his dick, leaning his head back against the wall when the other boy bends his erection to his mouth and flicks his tongue over his head.] Fuck...
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...jokes aside, a little charm to his choker that hides some kind of weapon might be good. He really could have used something sharp while stuck in rubber bands, so it didn't have to be specifically for stabbing people. Add some good self defense and he'll probably feel better about himself. Not having noticed the guy with the 2x4 still makes him feel like he's failed as a hero.
Right now, though, he can focus on one of his absolute favorite things. Denki keeps close, almost cuddling into the other man more than he normally does, enjoying the feeling of a warm, wet body and Katsuki's hands on his shoulders. It isn't quite the same as being held by the hair, but it's good enough. He just wants to feel the other blonde's touch right now, even when putting his cock deeper in his mouth and working his tongue eagerly on the underside.
They know eachother's bodies so well, and the gift of the tweaked nipple still throbs in a good way as he sucks greedily around his mouthful. Denki meets his boyfriend's gaze, enjoying the red embers of desire that look down at him. He knows he's hot like this, and he loves showing off just as much as he loves the feeling of Katsuki in his mouth. ]
Mmm...
[ A content sigh leaves the electric blonde, moving his hands to grasp that nice ass as well. Connected everywhere. ]
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Anything sharp is useful for stabbing people. Katsuki wouldn't turn down the idea of Denki's choker containing some kind of weapon. Or even being one itself, if he didn't mind the collar being a metal band instead of cloth. Don't go for the punk spiked collar look though, babe. Plus the idea of that electrical "sensory" field Katsuki wants to talk to Denki about. That'll probably take some training or support gear.
Something not to get into when he's got his boyfriend on his knees in the shower with his tongue playing over the head of his dick. Katsuki grinds his shoulders against the warm shower walls as the other man sidles up close to his legs. Yeah, he'll miss not begin able to bury his fingers in Denki's water-logged golden locks, but it's fine. He has nice shoulders to hold onto instead. Fuck, and the added sensation of his dick being welcomed inside his boyfriend's mouth is way too distracting.
Tongue gliding on the underside, stroking over the prominent "vein" on the underside. Katsuki cusses into the air when Denki finally closes his mouth around his dick and sucks. His eyes fall shut and his stomach flexes with each greedy draught. God, his boyfriend knows how to do that so well. Cracking an eye open, he stares down at Denki. Bastard's showing off and he knows it.]
Shit... you really are beautiful. [His words stumble across his lips thanks to a humming sigh vibrating across his dick. Only to gasp in surprise and arch his hips as Denki reaches around to grab at his ass.]
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