[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.]
[ Only one person is allowed to see him on his knees!
Any thoughts of weaponized chokers slowly melt away as all is good. Soft and safe and perfect. Nobody can hurt him in their shower, in their home, and Dynamight himself has his back. Any tension he had, any concerned thoughts are completely gone.
Denki loves making his boyfriend feel all the sensations and emotions in one, hungry eyes watching that expression while he slowly sucks that cock like he wants to savor it. There's no rush, and maybe he wants to tease a bit. He's wanted this ever since that first kiss when he was saved, intimacy that was just for them; vulnerable in the middle of how filthy his mouth could be.
Katsuki calls him beautiful. He's so, so in love with this man, and it earns another soft moan around that dick. He feels beautiful like this.
Pulling back a bit, Denki slides his tongue around the head, playing with the taut foreskin and sucking the very tip - all while that hand that isn't busy holding that ass in a half-hug is stroking the base of his boyfriend's beloved cock. There's another pleased moan when he can taste a bit of precum in his mouth, the tip of his tongue slipping up to lick it from the very origin.
[That's more like it. Katsuki curls his fingers on one of Chargebolt's shoulders, tracing the toned line and curve. His skin's so soft, so warm, so present under his touch. Five days of missing him, not able to wake up to his weight beside him on the bed, his voice greeting him when he came home at night. It was nothing like when they were away on missions. It was so much worse.
That's what makes this feel so much better. Not just a blowjob in the shower, of which he's gotten tons from Denki, but a blowjob from his boyfriend who's back with him. It's not a frantic, fast-paced suck off; the electric blonde is doing it slow and deliberate, forcing Katsuki to feel every damn detail of that amazing mouth around his dick. From the way his lips tense and grip against his shaft to the wicked arc of his tongue beneath as the tip strokes up the swelled tract of his urethra.
Of course he'd wanted this. From the carnal base desire to fuck the man he loves senseless to the emotional urge to pull him close and connect with him deeper than he's done with anyone else in the world. Another moan vibrates around his cock and Katsuki grits his teeth again, husking between his teeth as Denki draws back and plays with his head. Precum lances from the tip when he sucks on it, dick pulsing in pleasure when he plays with his foreskin. A hand on his ass keeps him from bucking his hips hard, another on the base of his dick threatening to make his knees shake.]
[ Denki feels so good right here, sucking on that dick like it's the best treat in the world. (It is.) Slow and gentle, just appreciating the fact that he can do this, that he's right where he belongs. It's so much more intimate than all the other times he's greedily gotten on his knees for his boyfriend, and he wishes he could kiss Katsuki and suck him at the same time.
His hand around the base slides lower, cupping those balls in his palm and rubbing with his thumb along the seam between them. Denki licks along the length again, over the head and then engulfing it in his mouth with a pleased sigh. His tongue works on cushioning the hard dick as he swallows it down more and starts to bob his head. Still slow, but more intense and wanton - barely hitting the back of his mouth, not yet taking it down his throat but instead using suction and tongue.
It's so good, and it doesn't matter that he was barely touched, Denki's hard against his own stomach. The young man's oral fixation is quite a kink, and this is delicious. All that's missing is his boyfriend's hand in his hair, but they have about half another day before they're allowed anything like that. Then he's supposed to 'rest' and even if he's healed, not go back to work for a week.
He'll make up for five days without his boyfriend's touch, then. ]
[Someday, he's gonna have to wonder if his boyfriend's got an oral fixation... though since it's mostly focused on his amazing cocksucking skills, maybe it's just that. But god damn he does it so well. When Denki goes at him slow and soft, Katsuki feels like he's gonna melt against the tiles, actively having to brace his feet on the tub floor to avoid sliding down. Technically he is kissing and sucking at the same time, but...
Katsuki grunts softly when his boyfriend abandons the root of his dick and replaces it with attention to his balls. Fuck, that's a dirty weakness. A wet "thud" punctuates the action as he slams his hand against the wall, fisting at the tiles the more Denki plays with his balls. Tracing the seam of his sac, rolling the orbs in his palm, turning him from goo back into a tense pillar of heat as he picks up the pace. A shuddering moan bleeds out the more his tongue gets into the action around his length and Katsuki drops his head against the wall as Denki swallows him into his mouth. Fuck...
As much as he wants to buck his hips forward and stuff himself down his throat, Katsuki resists the urge, wanting to give Denki the time to adjust and take what's comfortable. He tightens his hand on the blonde's shoulder to prevent himself from going or his hair. Each bobbing suck threatens to turn his stunted breathing into heavier sounds. A tense uttering of Denki's name follows a moment when his head nudging against the back of his tongue. That's so fucking unfair, babe. Tempting him like that.
[ All those sounds of his boyfriend are pure gold to Denki's ears - from the slippery, wet movements to lean, hold, grasp and hold himself up, to the beautiful moans and uttering of his name that makes the electric blonde hum happily around the hard length. He's making Katsuki feel good, and that in turn makes him feel good as well. A really delicious circle of pleasure.
(He adores sucking dick and he has cables in his mouth almost all the time, so that oral fixation is pretty much given.)
The way Katsuki holds himself back is easily felt in how tense he is, how he's struggling with himself, and it is a brat like Chargebolt's duty in life to make his boyfriend suffer. The way that hand tightens at his shoulder and the attempt at keeping his breathing level? Yeah, no. He's going to ruin that.
The way Katsuki always turns to putty in his hands is always so hot, and Denki definitely pays a lot of attention to those balls. If they weren't in the shower, he might even tickle them with a tiny spark. Instead, he rolls them in his clever fingers and then gets them wet from the water and drool on that cock. Only to travel further, traveling down the perineum with two fingers to see if he can add some external pressure to the prostate.
[It's almost not fair how fucking good Denki is at this. He knows how to use his lips to grip him and make the perfect tension or slack when he slides back and forth on his dick. Knows just the right times to suck harder or softer, leaving Katsuki's dick stripped "dry" of extra saliva or fucking swimming in a coat of it. And goddamn but he does magic with his tongue movements. Bastard's probably able to tie a cherry stem in a knot in his mouth with that thing.
(Or electric cables, knowing Denki.) The hum is a killer addition that Katsuki's got no prediction on, leaving him tensing up and yelping in surprise as the vibrations run across his dick. Through his head and shaft, right down into his balls.
Even if they're in the shower, muffled by the spray, safe in their apartment, Katsuki clamps his mouth shut after that embarrassing noise, lips pressing firmly together. Outside of rare moods, he always makes Denki fight for his voice. Half out of pride, half because Denki's a brat and knows how to drag it out of him. He feels the way his lover squares his shoulders in anticipation.
Shit. Please don't electrocute his nuts, babe. Says the guy who's taken hold of Denki's cock with a handful of tiny explosions. Fingers roll his balls in a way that'd make an optical illusionist whistle, though it has Katsuki arching up on his toes and grunting in pleasure as his boyfriend leaves his sac alone and instead takes a trip between his legs. The blonde's cock jumps in his mouth, precum spurting right as Denki's fingers trail down the sensitive tract of his perineum. Thighs harden and Katsuki curls his fingers against the wall, mouth falling open in heavier breaths.
If they only had a Sex Ed course in high school, Denki would've had at least one A+ on his transcripts.]
[ He's good at the things he enjoys, and he's had plenty of practice with how eager he always is to be between those god-like thighs. It was definitely a little awkward the first few times, but Bakugou the dildo and a lot of research helped. Back in UA, Sero promised to delete his search history if he died. Absolute bro.
(Denki can tie a cherry stem. Even double bows on electrical cord.)
The sunshine blonde hums around that length again, loving the way he's breaking his boyfriend down bit by bit to make more delicious sounds. He likes the challenge, and that little yelp definitely counts. So does the grunt and the heavier breaths, but Denki wants actual moans.
The spurt of precum tells him he's doing good with his fingers, putting a bit of pressure right there and rubbing. At the same time, he breathes in though his nose and then out through his mouth, sinking Katsuki's cock into his throat. It tightens a bit around the head before he gets it under control, looking up at the other blonde again with pleasure-hazy eyes. He loves this, and he loves his boyfriend.
Sex Ed and Electric Engineering, and Denki would have brought up his average to a B+. Math still haunts him with that C-. ]
[Fuck Bakugou the dildo. Even if the blonde ultimately let Denki keep it, mostly because a good dildo can be hard to come by. Not... entirely literal commentary there, but you know. He did want to watch, resting on his side with his hand propping his head up, slowly jerking off while his boyfriend braced his shoulders against the headrest and kept his legs open so Katsuki could see the toy working in and out of him. Fucked him twice that night...
Another hum and Katsuki's foot squeaks on the tub floor before ramming the side of against its walls to brace himself. Opens his legs more and gives Denki further room to play with him. Hotter breaths start to fall from his mouth, a sign of trust and arousal being Katsuki refusing to cover his mouth with his hand like he used to. Stubborn about his moans though.
Which Denki's drilling open with more and more touches to go along with that evil mouth of his. Oh shit-! He knows what that sudden inhale means. Katsuki crunches his hand on Denki's shoulder, the sheer urge to grab his head ripping through him hard enough to hurt. He always does whenever the sunshine blonde does this. But- no- Fuck!]
NGha-! Fuck! [Katsuki grinds his head against the shower wall, toes curling on the floor and fingers clawing at the tiles as that wet, gripping heat slides all the way over his dick. Pushing his head over the back of Denki's tongue and into the pillowy muscles at the back of his mouth before plunging down his throat. Katsuki slams his eyes shut on sensation, mouth opening in a hot, lurid moan of pleasure. Precum pours out his dick, slicking Denki's throat with the syrupy glass.
[ Bakugou the dildo is good for a lot of things, even if it wasn't often used anymore. It was smaller than the real life one, after all, and was getting old. Still, it had given Denki a leg up in his dick-taking, and it would always be treasured because of that. Pretty good for showing off, too... there was something about Katsuki masturbating while watching him fuck himself on it that was burned into his mind.
The foot squeak gives him minor pause to make sure his boyfriend isn't falling over, but catches those heavier, hotter breaths and the desperate grip. Katsuki swears and moves almost like he's fighting with himself, and Denki is a smug little brat as he slowly moves back and then slips the dick down deep again. Fucking his throat on it when the other blonde can't do it for him. Shit, he wants that hand in his hair so badly.
Then the moan breaks free and Denki almost comes immediately, both from the sound and the taste if heavy precum that floods his tongue. His own moan is broken and mostly a gurgle due to the eager gulp of dick, yet thanks to the shower water the amount of drool and wet lashes are hidden in the spray.
(If he died one day from choking on Katsuki's cock, that's absolutely the way he wants to go.)
Denki's fingers still keep up their little external massage, and at the same time as he's doing his best to add his tongue to each brief pause of eager swallowing, he moves the hand that rested on that perfect ass to slide between the cheeks instead. Cheating. ]
[He'd be lying if he said he hadn't used B the D to smack his boyfriend on the head at one point. Look, the circumstances were right and the thing was in arm's reach, so WHAP! Another boyfriend might've hidden it in Denki's lunchbox at some point, but alas, he's dating Mr. Serious and so no hidden-dildo shenanigans came of it. Minus the times it's hidden up Denki's clenching asshole while Katsuki watches him fuck himself on the thing.
He's not gonna fucking fall over, dammit! ... But maybe they might want to consider installing a grab rail in the shower at some point. They fuck enough in here as it is. Providing a far better grip than the slick tiles his fingers keep sliding against. Logic tells him to sit his ass down on the tub before he does slip, but pride and an evil mouth keep him upright as that smug shit he calls a boyfriend takes his dick to heaven in his throat.
Feeling Denki fucking his own mouth on his cock is insane. Katsuki's ass cheeks harden and hollow in sheer tension to keep from thrusting into his boyfriend's face. No bouncing off his hips this time. But each time he slides out of his throat, oozing precum glazes the back of Denki's tongue, spurting again as the blonde's moan turns into a gurgling sound as he gulps him down. Good thing they're in the shower cause Denki's making a fucking mess down there.
(Fuck you. You're dying of boring old age and that's it.)
Katsuki snarls in a pleasure-choked way, driving his shoulders against the shower wall the more Denki abuses him like that. Fingers playing over his balls carve lines across his thighs from the cabling muscle. Tongue curling and wrapping around his dick before each swallow cut off his breath and harden his arms in effort to grab something and not Denki's head.
Fingers slide between his ass cheeks.] De- DENKI?!
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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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Any thoughts of weaponized chokers slowly melt away as all is good. Soft and safe and perfect. Nobody can hurt him in their shower, in their
home, and Dynamight himself has his back. Any tension he had, any concerned thoughts are completely gone.Denki loves making his boyfriend feel all the sensations and emotions in one, hungry eyes watching that expression while he slowly sucks that cock like he wants to savor it. There's no rush, and maybe he wants to tease a bit. He's wanted this ever since that first kiss when he was saved, intimacy that was just for them; vulnerable in the middle of how filthy his mouth could be.
Katsuki calls him beautiful. He's so, so in love with this man, and it earns another soft moan around that dick. He feels beautiful like this.
Pulling back a bit, Denki slides his tongue around the head, playing with the taut foreskin and sucking the very tip - all while that hand that isn't busy holding that ass in a half-hug is stroking the base of his boyfriend's beloved cock. There's another pleased moan when he can taste a bit of precum in his mouth, the tip of his tongue slipping up to lick it from the very origin.
It's so damn delicious because it's Katsuki. ]
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That's what makes this feel so much better. Not just a blowjob in the shower, of which he's gotten tons from Denki, but a blowjob from his boyfriend who's back with him. It's not a frantic, fast-paced suck off; the electric blonde is doing it slow and deliberate, forcing Katsuki to feel every damn detail of that amazing mouth around his dick. From the way his lips tense and grip against his shaft to the wicked arc of his tongue beneath as the tip strokes up the swelled tract of his urethra.
Of course he'd wanted this. From the carnal base desire to fuck the man he loves senseless to the emotional urge to pull him close and connect with him deeper than he's done with anyone else in the world. Another moan vibrates around his cock and Katsuki grits his teeth again, husking between his teeth as Denki draws back and plays with his head. Precum lances from the tip when he sucks on it, dick pulsing in pleasure when he plays with his foreskin. A hand on his ass keeps him from bucking his hips hard, another on the base of his dick threatening to make his knees shake.]
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His hand around the base slides lower, cupping those balls in his palm and rubbing with his thumb along the seam between them. Denki licks along the length again, over the head and then engulfing it in his mouth with a pleased sigh. His tongue works on cushioning the hard dick as he swallows it down more and starts to bob his head. Still slow, but more intense and wanton - barely hitting the back of his mouth, not yet taking it down his throat but instead using suction and tongue.
It's so good, and it doesn't matter that he was barely touched, Denki's hard against his own stomach. The young man's oral fixation is quite a kink, and this is delicious. All that's missing is his boyfriend's hand in his hair, but they have about half another day before they're allowed anything like that. Then he's supposed to 'rest' and even if he's healed, not go back to work for a week.
He'll make up for five days without his boyfriend's touch, then. ]
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Katsuki grunts softly when his boyfriend abandons the root of his dick and replaces it with attention to his balls. Fuck, that's a dirty weakness. A wet "thud" punctuates the action as he slams his hand against the wall, fisting at the tiles the more Denki plays with his balls. Tracing the seam of his sac, rolling the orbs in his palm, turning him from goo back into a tense pillar of heat as he picks up the pace. A shuddering moan bleeds out the more his tongue gets into the action around his length and Katsuki drops his head against the wall as Denki swallows him into his mouth. Fuck...
As much as he wants to buck his hips forward and stuff himself down his throat, Katsuki resists the urge, wanting to give Denki the time to adjust and take what's comfortable. He tightens his hand on the blonde's shoulder to prevent himself from going or his hair. Each bobbing suck threatens to turn his stunted breathing into heavier sounds. A tense uttering of Denki's name follows a moment when his head nudging against the back of his tongue. That's so fucking unfair, babe. Tempting him like that.
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(He adores sucking dick and he has cables in his mouth almost all the time, so that oral fixation is pretty much given.)
The way Katsuki holds himself back is easily felt in how tense he is, how he's struggling with himself, and it is a brat like Chargebolt's duty in life to make his boyfriend suffer. The way that hand tightens at his shoulder and the attempt at keeping his breathing level? Yeah, no. He's going to ruin that.
The way Katsuki always turns to putty in his hands is always so hot, and Denki definitely pays a lot of attention to those balls. If they weren't in the shower, he might even tickle them with a tiny spark. Instead, he rolls them in his clever fingers and then gets them wet from the water and drool on that cock. Only to travel further, traveling down the perineum with two fingers to see if he can add some external pressure to the prostate.
Denki reads. ]
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(Or electric cables, knowing Denki.) The hum is a killer addition that Katsuki's got no prediction on, leaving him tensing up and yelping in surprise as the vibrations run across his dick. Through his head and shaft, right down into his balls.
Even if they're in the shower, muffled by the spray, safe in their apartment, Katsuki clamps his mouth shut after that embarrassing noise, lips pressing firmly together. Outside of rare moods, he always makes Denki fight for his voice. Half out of pride, half because Denki's a brat and knows how to drag it out of him. He feels the way his lover squares his shoulders in anticipation.
Shit. Please don't electrocute his nuts, babe. Says the guy who's taken hold of Denki's cock with a handful of tiny explosions. Fingers roll his balls in a way that'd make an optical illusionist whistle, though it has Katsuki arching up on his toes and grunting in pleasure as his boyfriend leaves his sac alone and instead takes a trip between his legs. The blonde's cock jumps in his mouth, precum spurting right as Denki's fingers trail down the sensitive tract of his perineum. Thighs harden and Katsuki curls his fingers against the wall, mouth falling open in heavier breaths.
If they only had a Sex Ed course in high school, Denki would've had at least one A+ on his transcripts.]
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(Denki can tie a cherry stem. Even double bows on electrical cord.)
The sunshine blonde hums around that length again, loving the way he's breaking his boyfriend down bit by bit to make more delicious sounds. He likes the challenge, and that little yelp definitely counts. So does the grunt and the heavier breaths, but Denki wants actual moans.
The spurt of precum tells him he's doing good with his fingers, putting a bit of pressure right there and rubbing. At the same time, he breathes in though his nose and then out through his mouth, sinking Katsuki's cock into his throat. It tightens a bit around the head before he gets it under control, looking up at the other blonde again with pleasure-hazy eyes. He loves this, and he loves his boyfriend.
Sex Ed and Electric Engineering, and Denki would have brought up his average to a B+. Math still haunts him with that C-. ]
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Another hum and Katsuki's foot squeaks on the tub floor before ramming the side of against its walls to brace himself. Opens his legs more and gives Denki further room to play with him. Hotter breaths start to fall from his mouth, a sign of trust and arousal being Katsuki refusing to cover his mouth with his hand like he used to. Stubborn about his moans though.
Which Denki's drilling open with more and more touches to go along with that evil mouth of his. Oh shit-! He knows what that sudden inhale means. Katsuki crunches his hand on Denki's shoulder, the sheer urge to grab his head ripping through him hard enough to hurt. He always does whenever the sunshine blonde does this. But- no- Fuck!]
NGha-! Fuck! [Katsuki grinds his head against the shower wall, toes curling on the floor and fingers clawing at the tiles as that wet, gripping heat slides all the way over his dick. Pushing his head over the back of Denki's tongue and into the pillowy muscles at the back of his mouth before plunging down his throat. Katsuki slams his eyes shut on sensation, mouth opening in a hot, lurid moan of pleasure. Precum pours out his dick, slicking Denki's throat with the syrupy glass.
Bastard. He's not playing fair at all.]
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The foot squeak gives him minor pause to make sure his boyfriend isn't falling over, but catches those heavier, hotter breaths and the desperate grip. Katsuki swears and moves almost like he's fighting with himself, and Denki is a smug little brat as he slowly moves back and then slips the dick down deep again. Fucking his throat on it when the other blonde can't do it for him. Shit, he wants that hand in his hair so badly.
Then the moan breaks free and Denki almost comes immediately, both from the sound and the taste if heavy precum that floods his tongue. His own moan is broken and mostly a gurgle due to the eager gulp of dick, yet thanks to the shower water the amount of drool and wet lashes are hidden in the spray.
(If he died one day from choking on Katsuki's cock, that's absolutely the way he wants to go.)
Denki's fingers still keep up their little external massage, and at the same time as he's doing his best to add his tongue to each brief pause of eager swallowing, he moves the hand that rested on that perfect ass to slide between the cheeks instead. Cheating. ]
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He's not gonna fucking fall over, dammit! ... But maybe they might want to consider installing a grab rail in the shower at some point. They fuck enough in here as it is. Providing a far better grip than the slick tiles his fingers keep sliding against. Logic tells him to sit his ass down on the tub before he does slip, but pride and an evil mouth keep him upright as that smug shit he calls a boyfriend takes his dick to heaven in his throat.
Feeling Denki fucking his own mouth on his cock is insane. Katsuki's ass cheeks harden and hollow in sheer tension to keep from thrusting into his boyfriend's face. No bouncing off his hips this time. But each time he slides out of his throat, oozing precum glazes the back of Denki's tongue, spurting again as the blonde's moan turns into a gurgling sound as he gulps him down. Good thing they're in the shower cause Denki's making a fucking mess down there.
(Fuck you. You're dying of boring old age and that's it.)
Katsuki snarls in a pleasure-choked way, driving his shoulders against the shower wall the more Denki abuses him like that. Fingers playing over his balls carve lines across his thighs from the cabling muscle. Tongue curling and wrapping around his dick before each swallow cut off his breath and harden his arms in effort to grab something and not Denki's head.
Fingers slide between his ass cheeks.] De- DENKI?!
[THAT'S FUCKING CHEATING, YOU ELECTRIC RAT!!]
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