[ 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?!
[ Don't weaponize the sex toys, Katsuki! Those anal balls are dangerous enough as it is!
A grab rail might be a good idea, if Denki keeps on 'cheating' his way to ruining his boyfriend. He can't grin with his mouth full of dick, but that impish glee is evident in his gold eyes. He lives for that snarl, the amount of precum on his taste buds... the way his lover is holding himself back from grabbing his hair since he's still healing.
It's hot and sweet at the same time. Just like Katsuki.
The finger that slipped between that perfect ass circles the tight rim, not pressing inwards since he had nothing to ease the way - even his messy blowjob is washed away by the shower, so instead he uses the extra little stimulation to keep Katsuki on his toes. He wants to see the other blonde break and let go of his finely-crafted pride, instead coming in his throat like he deserves to.
Making his boyfriend feel good makes Denki feel good as well, so it's a win-win. ]
[Everything's a weapon if it needs to be! And he's well aware of those anal balls' ulterior uses.
They can think about a grab rail in the future. When his head's not getting filled up with arousal and conscious thought is fading away to nothing more than "Fuck he's good" and alternating rounds of cursing and compliments. No grins, but Katsuki can feel the way Denki's lips pull around his dick, like he wants to smile. Doesn't matter since he can see it right in his damn gorgeous eyes. God he wants to grab him by his fucking hair and just ram himself down to the balls over and over and over.
But he doesn't. Instead Denki's shoulder's getting the brunt of that desire while Katsuki plasters his other hand and shoulder + back to the shower wall behind him.
Katsuki sucks in another hard break, mouth falling open a few seconds later in a breathless cuss as Denki fingers around the rim of his ass. Muscle winks inward at the touch, ass cheeks hardening and feet tensing on the ground even if his lover's not probing his way in. His dick pulses and throbs inside Denki's mouth and Katsuki only manages to last a few more seconds before a sharp cry breaks out of his mouth. Head tossed back on the wall, body going hard as iron, and hips slamming backwards out of sheer desperation not to thrust into Denki's mouth. Hot wet spews out of his dick in heavy ropes, pouring into his lover's mouth and down his throat as each throe of passion contracts Katsuki's abs and flexes his legs and arms while his shoulders hunch up and his head grinds against the wall. Fuck, feels like he's emptying his entire body into Denki's gullet over and over and over.]
[ooc: sorry for the delay. life's being a mega bitch.]
[ Fuck, once more he has to bask in awe how gorgeous Katsuki was like this. A crack in all of his defenses, baring the raw emotions inside. Denki did that. Denki made his boyfriend feel so good that he's struggling to hold back, making the shower creak from how hard he's resisting thrusting in deep and taking what he wants. All to keep his lover safe.
Denki loves his man so much.
The sharp cry that heralds Katsuki's orgasm sounds so hot that Denki is surprised he doesn't immediately follow, his own ignored cock straining against his stomach. Instead he focuses on the twitch and pulse of the hot flesh in his mouth as it starts filling his mouth with heavy contractions, those amazing abs tightening with each shot.
The electric blonde pulls back after a few mouthfuls, the water rinsing away the drops that wants to paint his face. Licking his lips, he keeps one hand steady on his boyfriend in case Katsuki loses his balance, and then slips the other down to jerk himself. ]
S-so pent up, baby. Five days and you come like you wanna drown me...
[Hell yeah he did that. With his fucking mouth and that damn finger of his. To say nothing of how goddamn hot he is, staring up at Katsuki like that as his free hand touches wherever his other hand's not currently sneaking a cheating finger. It's hard to keep those defenses up when Denki knows so many chinks and weakspots he can push and prod as times goes on, getting into the open, intimate parts inside. He's lucky Katsuki didn't blow a damn hole in the tile...
Katsuki rocks against the wall, bracing the sides of his feet into the curved edges of the shower rim below him. Feels like his brain's seeped out and melted all over the wet floor, just having come the majority of it out into Denki's mouth. Body shuddering with occasional twitches of euphoria zipping down his spine as the final dregs of his orgasm get squeezed out of his dick. Fuck... sinking onto the ground would sound pretty damn nice right now, save for he's holding himself up.
A soft grunt of overly-sensitive nerves tugs out of Katsuki's lips when Denki pulls off of him, cock bobbing mostly-hard against the other blonde's lips as shower fall starts spattering over his now-cleared dick. Red eyes crack open and he looks down at his boyfriend below him, appreciating the hand on his hips to keep him from swaying. But as soon as he sees Denki's hand slide down between his legs to grip himself, Katsuki tugs a leg free to lightly kicks his boyfriend's wrist away. Nuh-uh. That's his reward, bastard.]
[ The little kick to get his hand away from his own dick is met with a bratty pout, but the electric blonde brightens up again when he's promised more dick. The tiredness has been washed away by warm water and oxytocin, and all he wants is to be as close to his boyfriend as possible. In every single way he can think of. ]
Okay, yeah. Fuck, I want that. Here or in the bedroom?
[ Shower fingering with just water when he hasn't had any sex for almost a week or going for the lube in the bedside table but getting everything wet? What a dilemma.
First of all he needs to get off his knees, which isn't the most comfortable with a hard dick and both of them being a little unsteady. Still, it makes it possible for Denki to wrap his arms around Katsuki again, leaning in for a kiss. It tastes more like shower water than cum, but he's so nicely warm and relaxed that he regrets nothing.
Shower and bath sex is great when they remember important slippery stuff. ]
Fuck all of this stupid stuff out of me, babe. I want to feel normal.
[Shit, that bratty pout's only been out of his life for 5 days and seeing it still feels like a punch in the gut, full of longing and loneliness and relief that's swelling everywhere inside. Katsuki's more responsible side reminds him Denki's got a head injury---concussion to be exact---and he's thinking about railing his boyfriend straight into the night.
Is that really a good idea?]
Here. [So much for responsible Bakugou Katsuki. He couldn't have staved off the request for a moment longer when he saw the electric blonde pushing himself off his knees and sliding up his body to reach his mouth. Arms winding around his strong shoulders and the curve of his muscular back, drawing him close until the explosive hero peels off the wall and steps into Denki's embrace to press flush to him. Perhaps the shower isn't the greatest idea, but patience is a thing that's not in stock right now.
Besides, the bed might only encourage him to get even rougher with Denki. Whereas the shower... Katsuki leans into the kiss, swinging an arm around the blonde's shoulder and pulling him tight to his body. Careful not to push hard on his mouth to rock his head, always mindful of that.] Can't plow you as hard as I fucking want... so how about you be king for the night and have a good seat on your throne?
[ Head-injury, smed-whatever! They're good like this. Denki doesn't want to stop and be all responsible right now; he's horny as hell and wants to get off. Being fucked into the nigh just sounds like it would be nice and normal for them, meaning he can force the kidnapping bullshit even further down.
Here in Katsuki's arms, he can relax - and briefly bury his face in those pecs, because hey, horny. ]
Mmm, you want me to be king? How benevolent, great explosion murder god.
[ ...and there's the sass. Eying the bathtub right next to the shower, Denki turns a knob to start filling that instead. ]
How about we get in the bath, so we'll have less slipping accidents? Only one of us is allowed to have head injuries at the same time, or we'll be a disaster. I'll grab the moisturizer. [ Ah, yes. Emergency lube. ] Then you can prove how good of a throne you are for your new king.
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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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A grab rail might be a good idea, if Denki keeps on 'cheating' his way to ruining his boyfriend. He can't grin with his mouth full of dick, but that impish glee is evident in his gold eyes. He lives for that snarl, the amount of precum on his taste buds... the way his lover is holding himself back from grabbing his hair since he's still healing.
It's hot and sweet at the same time. Just like Katsuki.
The finger that slipped between that perfect ass circles the tight rim, not pressing inwards since he had nothing to ease the way - even his messy blowjob is washed away by the shower, so instead he uses the extra little stimulation to keep Katsuki on his toes. He wants to see the other blonde break and let go of his finely-crafted pride, instead coming in his throat like he deserves to.
Making his boyfriend feel good makes Denki feel good as well, so it's a win-win. ]
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They can think about a grab rail in the future. When his head's not getting filled up with arousal and conscious thought is fading away to nothing more than "Fuck he's good" and alternating rounds of cursing and compliments. No grins, but Katsuki can feel the way Denki's lips pull around his dick, like he wants to smile. Doesn't matter since he can see it right in his damn gorgeous eyes. God he wants to grab him by his fucking hair and just ram himself down to the balls over and over and over.
But he doesn't. Instead Denki's shoulder's getting the brunt of that desire while Katsuki plasters his other hand and shoulder + back to the shower wall behind him.
Katsuki sucks in another hard break, mouth falling open a few seconds later in a breathless cuss as Denki fingers around the rim of his ass. Muscle winks inward at the touch, ass cheeks hardening and feet tensing on the ground even if his lover's not probing his way in. His dick pulses and throbs inside Denki's mouth and Katsuki only manages to last a few more seconds before a sharp cry breaks out of his mouth. Head tossed back on the wall, body going hard as iron, and hips slamming backwards out of sheer desperation not to thrust into Denki's mouth. Hot wet spews out of his dick in heavy ropes, pouring into his lover's mouth and down his throat as each throe of passion contracts Katsuki's abs and flexes his legs and arms while his shoulders hunch up and his head grinds against the wall. Fuck, feels like he's emptying his entire body into Denki's gullet over and over and over.]
[ooc: sorry for the delay. life's being a mega bitch.]
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Denki loves his man so much.
The sharp cry that heralds Katsuki's orgasm sounds so hot that Denki is surprised he doesn't immediately follow, his own ignored cock straining against his stomach. Instead he focuses on the twitch and pulse of the hot flesh in his mouth as it starts filling his mouth with heavy contractions, those amazing abs tightening with each shot.
The electric blonde pulls back after a few mouthfuls, the water rinsing away the drops that wants to paint his face. Licking his lips, he keeps one hand steady on his boyfriend in case Katsuki loses his balance, and then slips the other down to jerk himself. ]
S-so pent up, baby. Five days and you come like you wanna drown me...
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Katsuki rocks against the wall, bracing the sides of his feet into the curved edges of the shower rim below him. Feels like his brain's seeped out and melted all over the wet floor, just having come the majority of it out into Denki's mouth. Body shuddering with occasional twitches of euphoria zipping down his spine as the final dregs of his orgasm get squeezed out of his dick. Fuck... sinking onto the ground would sound pretty damn nice right now, save for he's holding himself up.
A soft grunt of overly-sensitive nerves tugs out of Katsuki's lips when Denki pulls off of him, cock bobbing mostly-hard against the other blonde's lips as shower fall starts spattering over his now-cleared dick. Red eyes crack open and he looks down at his boyfriend below him, appreciating the hand on his hips to keep him from swaying. But as soon as he sees Denki's hand slide down between his legs to grip himself, Katsuki tugs a leg free to lightly kicks his boyfriend's wrist away. Nuh-uh. That's his reward, bastard.]
Only thing I want filling you right now is me.
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Okay, yeah. Fuck, I want that. Here or in the bedroom?
[ Shower fingering with just water when he hasn't had any sex for almost a week or going for the lube in the bedside table but getting everything wet? What a dilemma.
First of all he needs to get off his knees, which isn't the most comfortable with a hard dick and both of them being a little unsteady. Still, it makes it possible for Denki to wrap his arms around Katsuki again, leaning in for a kiss. It tastes more like shower water than cum, but he's so nicely warm and relaxed that he regrets nothing.
Shower and bath sex is great when they remember important slippery stuff. ]
Fuck all of this stupid stuff out of me, babe. I want to feel normal.
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Is that really a good idea?]
Here. [So much for responsible Bakugou Katsuki. He couldn't have staved off the request for a moment longer when he saw the electric blonde pushing himself off his knees and sliding up his body to reach his mouth. Arms winding around his strong shoulders and the curve of his muscular back, drawing him close until the explosive hero peels off the wall and steps into Denki's embrace to press flush to him. Perhaps the shower isn't the greatest idea, but patience is a thing that's not in stock right now.
Besides, the bed might only encourage him to get even rougher with Denki. Whereas the shower... Katsuki leans into the kiss, swinging an arm around the blonde's shoulder and pulling him tight to his body. Careful not to push hard on his mouth to rock his head, always mindful of that.] Can't plow you as hard as I fucking want... so how about you be king for the night and have a good seat on your throne?
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Here in Katsuki's arms, he can relax - and briefly bury his face in those pecs, because hey, horny. ]
Mmm, you want me to be king? How benevolent, great explosion murder god.
[ ...and there's the sass. Eying the bathtub right next to the shower, Denki turns a knob to start filling that instead. ]
How about we get in the bath, so we'll have less slipping accidents? Only one of us is allowed to have head injuries at the same time, or we'll be a disaster. I'll grab the moisturizer. [ Ah, yes. Emergency lube. ] Then you can prove how good of a throne you are for your new king.
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