"You think I'm hot?" [Bakugou mimics in an annoyingly high-pitched voice with a sneer, partially because Kirishima's insecurity-slash-obliviousness is as irritating as ever, and partially to distract himself from the thought that Kirishima is down to bone. Like, tonight, potentially.
Bakugou puts a hand on Kirishima's face and shoves him out of his space, again with a muted blast for emphasis.] Get outta my fuckin' bubble, hair for brains! Go scroll through your fucking hero tag while I shower, fucking. Remind yourself that people actually do wanna fuck you on the regular. ["I've liked you for a while," LIKE. WHO SAYS THAT. GO DIE.]
You sure you want me out? I thought you wanted to fuck! [ kirishima can't stop laughing or blushing, using bakugou's own dirty mouth in retaliation for shoving him away. he's too thrilled about this turn of events, about getting this huge truth off his chest and knowing that it - it could work out. it's huge to kirishima in a way that's going to keep settling in all night he think.
while bakugou showers, he definitely isn't going to bother looking up his hero tag. what he IS going to look up is where's the closest drug store to pick up condoms and lube and maybe also how to do sex good ]
[It's probably a good thing Kirishima isn't going into his hero tag on socmed, considering it's trending alongside 'Dynamite' and 'ITS HAPPENING' and 'EVERYBODY CALM THE FUCK DOWN' and so on. Apparently there is a niche following for their professional relationship ever since UA, which is...weird. And embarrassing. And flattering.
Bakugou showers with military efficiency, in and out in a matter of two minutes. His hair is still damp when he storms out of the locker room, towel around his shoulders and decked out in -per usual- a black tank and black cargo pants tucked into his black and orange combat boots. -okay, so he picked the tank over his regular t-shirt on purpose, because he knows his shoulders and arms look good, and he wants to catch Kirishima looking if possible.]
Let's go, [Bakugou orders, barely looking at Kirishima to help avoid being embarrassed at potentially being so obvious, snatching up the motorcycle helmet from his desk and heading back out to the bike. He technically only had it for the mission today but you know what? If he gets yelled at, then he gets yelled at. Fuck Best Jeanist if he does though, maybe he wants Kirishima pressed against his back as much as possible.]
[ it's one thing to know his friends think he should've confessed to bakugou ages ago and started dating him for real, but it would totally be another if kirishima found out strangers were saying the same thing. he'd probably lose it.
but he doesn't, instead has three different convenience stores pinned on his map and halfway through a very weird wikihow article when bakugou gets out of the shower with his arms out looking really, really hot. kirishima is definitely staring.
the only thing that gets him to stop is to see bakugou going for the bike again, and kirishima grins so wide and his ears get pink. ] Yeah! You need directions to the place?
[ don't worry bakugou - kirishima is very happy to wrap his arms around bakugou's waist, leaving them pressed together knee to shoulder for the entirety of the ride to the restaurant. knowing now that bakugou is into that shit? hell yeah he's going to lean into it and get everything he can out of it. ]
[This motorcycle ride is both less and more stressful than the first; because now he's allowed to enjoy Kirishima absolutely slathered across his back (wow wow wow ok maybe that should be the plan for tonight), but also he's not allowed to enjoy it too much since they have to go be in public for a while. Bakugou cools down by thinking about Izuku doing that irritating mumbling thing he does.
Even though they're still small-time heroes, technically, given everything that occurred with Shigaraki with class 1-A at the center of it, Bakugou and Kirishima are still very recognizable figures. When they pull up to the restaurant Kirishima gets plenty of glances and whispers of his own, but once Bakugou takes off his helmet the response predictably doubles, and then some. These two? Out in the wild, together? Are they hanging out, will they give photos? Is it something more? A couple phones come out and start taking video.
Bakugou snarls and shoves one of the phones down, predictably, before marching into the establishment and demanding a more private booth. Luckily there's one available so he gets to feel important when he and Kirishima are led over to a more secluded corner, when it was just good fortune. He's not that famous yet.
Sitting across from Kirishima at a table is so nostalgic that Bakugou's chest feels a little strange. He eyeballs him as he browses the menu, very gently scraping the tips of his teeth over his lip as he thinks, like he always did.
...handsome.] How's, [Bakugou starts, haltingly. He doesn't do this nearly often enough to be comfortable with it (yet).] How's, uh. Fatgum's treating you?
[ the ramen restaurant is packed even at this hour, and kirishima is surprised that people still recognize him so easily in tokyo. it made sense in high school, but after a few years in osaka he figured he'd be a less noticeable face (like his tall, built, huge red presence wouldn't be easily spotted anywhere). it's less surprising that bakugou is noticed, or that he's shoving away people's phones to avoid pictures.
kirishima shouldn't laugh, but of course he does, giving a wave to the crowd; ] Catch us for pictures when we're on the clock!
[ right now, kirishima wants privacy with bakugou, so the booth is a blessing. what's also a blessing is that this menu looks fantastic, and yeah, as much as he wants to kiss bakugou stupid across every possible surface, he's starving. ]
Great! He's getting me on some good cases and even running some on my own. Plus, he's been awesome getting my workout regime in order. [ kirishima lifts up his arm to flex his bicep, which is indeed huge, just to show off for bakugou. ]
How about Best Jeanist huh? How's it been going with him and the agency?
[Bakugou kicks a leg out under the table to get comfortable, and his foot just so happens to rest against Kirishima's ankle down there. So...he doesn't move it.
It's familiar. This would happen sometimes back in school, especially in their third year when they were still both not sure what the other guy wanted, was going for, what they wanted- when they were stupid, apparently, as evidenced by their earlier short conversation. Confession? Mother fuck.]
That asshole, [Bakugou scoffs, though Kirishima can probably see the fondness mixed in with the irritation. Best Jeanist is like that one cousin who is such a dick but also just really gets you, so you would rather hang out with him at the cookout than the rest of your family that you like even less. The guy is the opposite of Bakugou in almost every single way. He's also saved his life and mourned when he thought Bakugou had been killed (which, technically...he had). It's difficult to truly dislike someone after all that.] The sooner I get my own practice, the better. He's been getting on my last goddamn nerve lately.
[ it's not lost on kirishima how nostalgic this is - just the two of them, shooting the shit, catching up, getting food, bakugou's foot right against his ankle and his heart fluttering with it. if he closes his eyes, he can practically pretend he's still in high school.
the only difference now is that he knows bakugou is actually down to make out with him and even have sex, and that makes a helluva difference. kirishima has to try his damndest not to stare at bakugou's mouth while he talks.
but even that's the same. bakugou's nicer about best jeanist than he was when he first started his internship and kirishima can tell, laughing as bakugou finishes up. ] Sounds like it's going good then! Ah, but opening your own practice huh, that's cool. How far along are you in the whole application process and stuff?
[ if anyone's doing it to stake it out on their own by now, it's bakugou. kirishima's been getting started on some of the preliminary stuff himself, thinking about setting up on his own but... well, he doesn't want to jinx anything. ]
[Their waiter brings over their drinks and a plate of takoyaki to get them started, updates them that their noodles will be over shortly before leaving. Bakugou immediately reaches for the chili sauce, spearing a ball with a toothpick to transfer it onto his own small serving plate and starts dousing it in Double Fire HATTO!! Sauce. RIP his sinuses. Maybe he should reconsider doing that if he's going to be the one taking dick tonight though.]
Still in review. They're taking for-fucking-ever going over my hours; how the fuck are any of us gonna categorize that shit though? [Shoves the takoyaki into his mouth, uncaring that it is both drenched in hot sauce and one batrillion degrees of molten lava on the inside] Bastards should just give exceptions for our year.
[ while bakugou lays on the hot sauce, kirishima is getting all the sauce off the plate and all the toppings onto his takoyaki. he's not leaving any of that deliciousness to waste - and while maybe he'd add a little spice to his, if this night goes where he wants it to, he'll probably get some of that spicy spicy flavor later. ]
Man, no kidding. Everyone knows we got plenty of experience and then some!
Plus, I get the categorizing hours thing is for accountability, but no one can be that specific. Tryin' to keep up with all their rules about it for the forms is a pain. [ kirishima sighs, not realizing what he's starting to let slip here as he starts to eat the takoyaki himself. it's pretty damn hot on the inside though, so he's got his mouth half open to let the steam out. ]
[Bakugou probably doesn't even look like he's affected at all, but he is watching Kirishima pretty closely. One: it's always interesting to see Kirishima get irate over something that doesn't have anything to do with Bakugou's behavior. He's kind of hot when he's mad. Two: those teeth are so fucken sharp. Maybe he could get Kirishima to bite him later. Not bloody, but like...yeah. Marks.
Three. At least now he's sure that it really is everybody who was involved in that clusterfuck with Shigaraki that's now having to jump through a hundred and one hoops just to get properly approved and certified. Even Deku's still technically operating under another agency, even though he's on the rankings board like he's a stand alone hero.]
Yo, you're gonna fuck me later. [oh that's not what he meant to say. well, it's out there]
Mnm!? [ kirishima makes an embarrassing noise with his mouth still full when bakugou decides to blindside him with that. yeah, they're on a - on a date of some kind, and the idea is that they'd go back and fuck at his place. still, going from talking about categorizing work hours and filling out forms to this is not what he expected.
with a cough kirishima swallows, cheeks splotchy pink. ]
Well, yeah, I mean, that was the plan right? I wanna do it as long as you do. I mean I - [ kirishima knocks his leg against bakugou's with a nervous laugh, ] I was never sure if you were interested.
[ not to mention they were both so busy, both trying to make their dreams of being heroes come true after the mess of shigaraki's attacks - there was a lot going on for a teenager! ]
[Well, maybe it was kind of tangential in a completely unspoken way; Bakugou had been thinking about the entire ordeal with Shigaraki and the League of Villains. He thought about how most of their classmates had been saying their goodbyes that morning, because none of them were sure if they'd all see each other again when it was all over (for any number of reasons). He thought about how his vision had gone dark and how he'd been thinking of Izuku, All Might, and in the tiniest specks of consciousness, his mom and dad. How he'd thought of Kirishima later, after waking up with a heart that hurt with every beat, as he lay on the ground and wheezed and wondered if he would die again if Izuku's fight got any closer. He hadn't had anything left, then. His single working hand had kept twitching in pain, and he'd wished there was someone else's hand in it to keep his fingers steady. Kirishima had always been pretty good at that.
And then, stupidly, two years of him focusing on his career and ignoring everything else. Kirishima's ankle is so fucking solid and warm. Bakugou wants to be covered and pressed down by every inch of his best friend, and the desire is intense.
The waiter comes back with their bowls, setting them down. Bakugou digs in without an answer to Kirishima's non-question, to give them both some space to think and dwell on that. Kirishima had liked him for a while; romantically, probably. Bakugou's not sure about that yet, still doesn't know his capacity for something like that. Maybe he's not capable of all that flowers and champagne bullshit.
He does know he doesn't want any body else in this world to play footsie with him under the table, though. Maybe that's enough to count.]
I meant, [Bakugou says lowly later, halfway through his bowl of ramen and taking a moment to let the food settle,] I want you on me. [Flicks his eyes up to fix sharply on Kirishima. This isn't really the appropriate place to talk about specifics, but Bakugou's never been anything but exacting. He's also not sure he's gonna be able to keep his hands to himself once they get into his apartment, so he wants all of this squared away before they arrive.] I already told you I'm interested. This is logistics. I want you to fuck me. We can switch it up later if you want it. But tonight we do it how I want. [Slurps up another mouthful of noodles.] Got it?
[ bakugou doesn't answer with words, but he doesn't pull away or look away at kirishima getting a little sappy, either. and maybe to some that wouldn't be enough, or a rejection by omission, but kirishima knows better. years of work might have kept their interactions to a minimum, but all that time they spent together in ua between helping each other, fighting side by side, growing together - that's still there as a foundation that isn't breaking any time soon. kirishima knows what to look for in the funny way bakugou shows he cares, like in the way he gets quiet, or the way he's willing to say exactly what he's expecting, and definitely in the way he's kept his foot around kirishima's ankle for the whole night now.
his smile goes so soft around the edges, expression as warm as the steam from his ramen bowl wafting up on his face (extra chashu, extra egg). and without the waiter noticing, kirishima scoots his chair forward so he can get knock knees with bakugou beneath the table, letting their little game of footsie get even closer. sure, he wanted bakugou as a boyfriend - but that didn't stop him from wanting bakugou in bed in the slightest. he's hot, strong, demanding of your best in a way that gets kirishima excited in way too many ways.
it's also why it's rough to hear bakugou talk about all this while he's slurping up noodles. they're still in public, and his applications for getting his own hero's agency is going to be in ruins if he gets caught with a hard on in a restaurant. ]
Logistics of sex? [ ok, nevermind about the hard on problem. calling sex talk "logistics" is very unsexy. ] Listen, I said I wanted to do this with you. I meant it. [ and, because he wants to see if he can push bakugou's buttons at least a little, kirishima leans in over his bowl with a much wider grin, ] I'll make sure I fuck you so good you forget your own name.
[There is literally nothing sexier than getting the logistics squared away so a plan goes off without a hitch, but ok if Kirishima wants to be all normal about it
That's
Just as good.
Bakugou's eyes cut sharply up to Kirishima over his noodle bowl, even as he's sucking up another mouthful. Those vicious teeth come out as Kirishima leans closer, lowers his voice almost to a whisper, no less intense for the lack of volume. Being told Kirishima will fuck him good is great, but the way he says it-
I'll be your horse that never crumbles!
That confident, almost arrogant promise, that nearly reckless devotion to Bakugou's ideas and plans, that he'll see it through with Bakugou, come hell or high water. It's that climbing up to meet him, at Bakugou's insane level of intensity; Kirishima not only agreeing to give Bakugou what he wants, but swearing to do it so well that Bakugou will fall over himself to get that same cooperation again and again. It's probably some weird kink shit. It's probably what made their friends side-eye them so hard when they started making plans to kill each other in training ('kill' but like...it was a Lot for some weaklings apparently).
Bakugou sucks up the noodles and chews, eyes never leaving Kirishima's for those few brief moments before he turns and throws his arm over the back of his chair to holler,] Check!
[ what can he say? kirishima's a simple gay man attracted to explosive confidence and wants to do everything in his power to push himself to be bigger and better, to be the kind of hero he aspired to be when he was a nervous, awkward middle schooler. even better when it comes from a smoking hot guy who looks at him with a glare sharp enough to cut glass, whose not only ready to meet kirishima where he is but to make sure he pushes himself even further, or else.
how could he not be attracted to bakugou, really?
bakugou turns and asks for the check, and kirishima laughs so hard he has to lean back in his seat, too loud and not caring that it turns heads a little. they don't know, so it's fine. all kirishima cares about it making sure him and bakugou are out of here as fast as possible.
of course, that means that while they wait on the waiter to grab the check, kirishima is woofing down the rest of his noodles and meat as fast as he can so he has all his energy for tonight. he also does it because when the waiter gets back, kirishima can be first to whip out his wallet and pay the waiter. ] Thanks man!
[ and, before bakugou blows him up for sniping the check - ] You can get the next one, 'kay?
[Kirishima gets a monster stink-eye for sniping that check; the same battle from all throughout high school, who would grab the check first and take the coveted 'guy who paid' position. If Bakugou's memory serves him correctly (and on this, it always does), Kirishima got the last one too.
Bakugou's gonna make him work tonight in penance.]
Get on the bike, bitch, [Bakugou snaps, grabbing a fistful of Kirishima's shirt and dragging him to the door. He shoves his helmet on, both to avoid the flashes of phone cameras and to hide the blush on his face from any observers. He's supposed to take the bike to work and then take public transport back home, but fuck that; Best Jeanist can yell at him later for appropriating agency equipment for personal use.
Kirishima gets behind him and Bakugou is in very clear danger. His mind can't help but wander as he navigates the Tokyo streets, can't help but linger on the heat of Kirishima on his back, the firm press of his thighs around Bakugou's hips. He feels so much bigger than he is, and that's saying something considering how huge he looks. He's maybe not even ten centimeters taller than Bakugou but everything about him feels larger than life, louder than it needs to be. Kirishima's a force of nature sometimes, and Bakugou gets a thrill out of bending that force for his own objectives.
The very best thing is that Kirishima seems to like it just as much.
So once they pull up to Bakugou's building and he hurriedly swipes his fob over the lobby access pad, pushes in and jabs repeatedly at the elevator button until it arrives, he drags Kirishima into the elevator and swipes again (his place is small but secure, one of the few indications that safety is still somewhat a concern over comfort) to take them up to his floor-
He turns and looks at Kirishima, all molten, searing heat. He lets his eyes drag. It was hot and humid outside, summer refusing to relinquish its grip for the approaching autumn, and both Bakugou's back and Kirishima's chest are damp with sweat because of it. The swell of Kirishima's tits under his shirt are more obvious with the way the fabric sticks to his skin.
[ unfortunately for bakugou, kirishima does not remember who got the check last time, and even if he did, it wouldn't stop him from going for the check every single time. so sue him. ]
Oh Blasty, twist my arm. [ yeah right. as if kirishima wants to be anywhere else than on the back of bakugou's motorcycle and getting to wrap himself around his lithe frame. it's not that bakugou is small by any means - kirishima can see how much he's trained over the years, and he's even grown a few centimeters since they last time they met. but his frame is just right that kirishima can wrap his arms fully around his waist, and when he leans forward it almost feels like kirishima could envelope bakugou in his hold and no one would be the wiser. it's a great thought, but a dangerous one, given that pretty soon kirishima is going to get to test if he actually can do that.
the building is nice, and kirishima lets out a whistle as they walk through the front door and the lobby, the first blast of cool, cool a/c helping him feel less sweaty from the drive. ] Dang, swanky. [ maybe now isn't the time for chit chat, but kirishima can't help it. it's hitting him all at once that all his high school fantasy's are about to come true right now, and the nerves are starting to crawl up his spine.
he glances over at bakugou, wondering if he's nervous at all but - given by the way he's staring so intensely, the way he does when he's figuring out a plan for a mission, the way he stares when he wants something bad - maybe not. kirishima chuckles with a lopsided grin, unable to stop the flush that blooms over his cheekbones. ]
[The thought of the elevator doors opening and one of his neighbors snapping a pic of two rookie heroes with their tongues down each other's throats is the only thing that keeps Bakugou's hands in his pockets. Especially since he thinks he hears that irritating creep of insecurity trying to worm its way into Kirishima's voice the longer they go without touching. He wants to crush the hesitation beneath his heel. Kirishima is so goddamn stupid. How does he not know how good he looks?
The next couple floors take forever, but the second the doors swish open Bakugou grabs onto the hem of Kirishima's shirt and pulls him along, secrecy be damned. His door isn't that far from the central elevator shaft and his lock is fingerprint-and-code activated. His apartment is open in seconds. He pulls Kirishima inside. He kicks the door shut and puts his hands on Kirishima's hips, gripping hard, shoving him back against the door and glaring those scant three inches up into the dumb bastard's face.
Holy shit, they're so close. He can smell the garlic broth Kirishima drank on his breath. Should they kiss? ...Bakugou doesn't really kiss. He's fucked, but making out is...new. Not something he's practiced a lot.
He works at Kirishima's shirt instead, grabbing the bottom and pulling it up his chest, leaving Kirishima room to get his back off the door to pull it completely off.]
[ ah, part of him kind of hoped for an answer, even if it was just going to be bakugou telling him he's being stupid. still, kirishima can't really deflate over it considering they're on their way to bakugou's apartment.
and getting there is a blur. the elevator doors open and bakugou is grabbing at his shirt, getting kirishima to the door, and pulling him inside all so fast kirishima can't even get out a protest that bakugou doesn't have to pull - he wants to be here too!
and it all stops when bakugou has him up against the door, staring at him intensely all over again. kirishima stares back, half frozen, part of him wondering what he'll do and part of him lost at the fact they're so close kirishima can see the flecks of brown and gold in his red eyes, can see the firm press of his lips together as he thinks.
again, kirishima expects a kiss but - bakugou doesn't. he goes for his shirt, and suddenly kirishima remembers the way he wanted to talk about sex logistics, how he ignored kirishima saying he liked him, or asked if he thought he was hot, and - god, he might get blasted for it, but kirishima laughs, soft but still full of heart as he takes his shirt off and drops it on the floor by their shoes. ]
You haven't changed a bit, Bakugou. [ and kirishima doesn't wait for an answer this time - he takes it. he cups bakugou's face and pulls him into a kiss, licking along the seam of his lips so he can catch them against the points of his teeth, can push his tongue into bakugou's spicy, spicy mouth.
bakugou might not be a kisser, but kirishima? oh, he's more than happy to show bakugou everything he's learned over the years. ]
Bakugou hasn't had a boyfriend, or girlfriend or- or lover or whatever, ever. He's had one night stands, and he had a kind of friends-with-benefits situation with that gymnast, but that's it. Fucking, getting fucked, taking clothes off and getting physical quick enough to accomplish the goal of coming, that's what Bakugou has confidence in.
So of course Kirishima is going to go for the opposite. Bastard always did sniff out the one thing Bakugou wasn't sure about and nudge him in that direction, sometimes even lecture him about avoiding it. Bakugou would snap and snarl in return, but Kirishima never let him off the hook, even when he was the only one to clock Bakugou's discomfort with new things for what it was. To everyone else he's just a prickly asshole, persnickety and particular and unwilling to change. Deku's probably the only other person who even comes close to Kirishima when it comes to getting him.
The gentle face cradling is as unexpected as not; Bakugou startles a little, cheeks immediately flushing red when Kirishima holds him so carefully. He doesn't feel like glass in his hands though, doesn't feel like Kirishima's being condescending; especially not with that faint chuckle, with the acknowledgement that Bakugou's the same strong, driven guy he's always been.
Kirishima kisses him; his tongue touches Bakugou's chapped bottom lip, the points of his teeth prick against his skin. Bakugou's knees go a little weak, but hell if he's going to admit that, so he just clutches Kirishima's hips again, hard. Hard enough to hurt on anyone but this fucking mountain of a man.
Hopefully Kirishima's eyes are closed already so he doesn't notice the way Bakugou's lashes tremble as his eyes flutter closed, his dick jumping in interest against the zipper of his pants at the new sensation. It's a prelude for what's going to happen later tonight, Kirishima inside him. Holy shit, holy shit. Bakugou presses the big bastard back against his door more firmly, wanting to be against him knee to nipple, wanting to feel against his own hips if Kirishima is just as affected.]
see, even though kirishima has had his share of making out with people in the back of clubs and bars, hook-ups and the one attempt to date, there was no one who quite wormed their way into kirishima's heart quite the same as bakugou. there weren't other heroes he vibed with in quite the same way, and there weren't average citizens who could handle how much kirishima worked, or all the edges of his quirk. there wasn't anyone else who inspired him in the same way as bakugou, pushing kirishima to be stronger and faster and better. so after all this time, after almost saying something at the end of their senior year and not - kirishima can't back down. he has to take his chance and make it damn well count.
kirishima's eyes aren't open when bakugou trembles, but they are open to see him flush, to see him take that compliment, and that's plenty of fuel to keep kirishima going. and bakugou, oh bakugou, always meeting him where he is, grabs his hips and pushes into him, into the door, and kirishima can feel the fact that bakugou's cock is getting hard. holy shit. kirishima groans, and his own cock is definitely getting hard fast, feeling the heat of bakugou's body against his skin.
and now that bakugou isn't pulling away, kirishima can slip his hand from bakugou's jaw to his hair, pulling him in even more, deepening the kiss, demanding everything from bakugou that he can get.
... which, probably should start with their clothes, huh? kirishima uses his free hand to start pushing up bakugou's shirt, only breaking the kiss so bakugou can get that off already. ]
[That's the fucking issue too, isn't it? The whole reason Bakugou didn't end up saying or doing anything all through high school about this thing between them. He can handle being the best, being admired, being the strongest and the meanest and the most talented. He's accustomed to being followed by a trail of hangers-on, people desperate for a ray of the spotlight that seems to naturally gravitate towards him regardless of whether he wants it or not.
It's this he can't cope with. Kirishima, who wasn't ever content with following behind and always jogged back up to his shoulder, who saw not just his polished sides but the flaws hidden on the shadowed edge of the gem. The guy who would snap at him when Bakugou was too crass, too dismissive, but would just as quickly defend him against people who made the stupid assumption that Bakugou wasn't serious about being a hero just because he wasn't the typical hero archetype.
Kirishima who saw it when he was weak and ugly, and admired him anyway.
Bakugou isn't the best kisser, but like with anything else he's a quick learner and an earnest student. One of Kirishima's hands goes to his hair and another pushes up under his shirt and Bakugou takes the hint immediately, backs up just long enough to wrench his tank top over his head before pressing in close again, hot skin to hot skin. Kirishima's groans keep rumbling through his chest. Bakugou moves a palm from his hip to get a fistful of that chest and squeeze.] You know where the bed is, [he growls, biting at Kirishima's lip. Get them over there already.]
[ the moment of separation gives kirishima the chance to stare at the fluid motion of bakugou's arms and chest as he takes off his shirt. this close, there's no missing it - nor can kirishima miss the numerous scars across bakugou's skin. there's tons across his arms, some of them light and soon to be gone for good, some of them deep, lingering from where kirishima remembers from the battles against shigaraki. but the most prominent one is still on bakugou's chest, the mark of so much dedication and power and care, that he would blow himself out for the sake of others. the scar isn't as obvious after all these years - but it's still there, and kirishima can't help himself but to splay his hand over the mark, as if in promise that next time he'll be sure to keep that all too good heart safe.
even if it's owner is making a ridiculous request of him. kirishima blinks away from his soft expression to being wide eyed, looking around the layout of the apartment. ] Seriously? Jeez, uh... [ kirishima does not know where the bed is, given he's never been in bakugou's apartment. but he sees a hallway off to the side and a doorframe, and boy he hopes that's it. bakugou grabbing at his chest feels too good to be fair, and it's going to get impossible to concentrate at this rate. ] Alright, c'mon.
[ and, at the risk of getting blasted, kirishima bends down a few inches so he can grab bakugou's thighs and hoist him up into his arms, carrying him to the door he spotted. bakugou is kinda heavy, but it's not too bad to get across the apartment to kick open the door with his foot, feeling so relieved that it is indeed the bedroom. ]
Edited (tfw u think of smth good to add after hitting reply) Date: 2024-11-08 04:37 pm (UTC)
[He gave you a thirty second video call tour two and a half years ago because you wouldn't shut up about it, what do you mean you don't remember the layout of his apartment. That was plenty of time. Practically yesterday. Bakugou could probably identify the contents of Kirishima's fridge with all the cyber stalking Instagram updates he is subjected to.]
About time, [Bakugou grumbles, but given he basically ordered Kirishima to carry him, he doesn't kill the guy for picking him up. He knows he's not exactly featherweight class himself so he wraps his legs around Kirishima's waist to keep them solid; this serves the additional purpose of Bakugou getting to squeeze and show off how fuckin' strong his legs are. Kirishima, you better be so turned on right now.
(Bakugou knows he is. He is still struggling with the idea that Kirishima is more than just turned on, but he's definitely cool with the turned on part.)
His bedroom, like the rest of his apartment and his desk at the agency, is sparsely decorated. There's a very small bookshelf and display case that boasts an impressive collection of All Might merchandise, a bloodied but autographed foil card propped up on a stand behind some glass, and scattered on the floor near his clothes hamper are bits and pieces of his spare gauntlets sprawled about on an oil-stained sheet, but otherwise it looks like a model bedroom that comes with the showing unit of a complex.
With the ghost of Kirishima's fingers pressing so delicately across the edges of the huge scar still obvious on Bakugou's chest, Bakugou grabs one of Kirishima's wrists and pulls his hand away so he can drop back down onto his feet. And shove Kirishima onto his bed. Climb on top of him. Straddle those thighs, scoot forward so he can get his ass right against Kirishima's crotch. There is going to be no dwelling on bad things right now, nor is there going to be any consideration of whether or not some tact is required. Bakugou might be unaccustomed to Kirishima's gut-wrenchingly sincere affection, but he's not going to let this bastard remember those days in the hospital, when a good third of their class was on and off life support, Bakugou chief among them.
No, Bakugou's gonna lean back and look down at Krishima over his cheeks, smug as fuck, and rub his ass pointedly against the guy's half-chub he can feel against him. They're going to fuck hard and nasty. No slow lovemaking tonight, capiche?]
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Date: 2024-09-21 09:32 am (UTC)Bakugou puts a hand on Kirishima's face and shoves him out of his space, again with a muted blast for emphasis.] Get outta my fuckin' bubble, hair for brains! Go scroll through your fucking hero tag while I shower, fucking. Remind yourself that people actually do wanna fuck you on the regular. ["I've liked you for a while," LIKE. WHO SAYS THAT. GO DIE.]
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Date: 2024-09-22 02:27 am (UTC)while bakugou showers, he definitely isn't going to bother looking up his hero tag. what he IS going to look up is where's the closest drug store to pick up condoms and lube and maybe also how to do sex good ]
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Date: 2024-09-29 09:28 am (UTC)And flattering.Bakugou showers with military efficiency, in and out in a matter of two minutes. His hair is still damp when he storms out of the locker room, towel around his shoulders and decked out in -per usual- a black tank and black cargo pants tucked into his black and orange combat boots. -okay, so he picked the tank over his regular t-shirt on purpose, because he knows his shoulders and arms look good, and he wants to catch Kirishima looking if possible.]
Let's go, [Bakugou orders, barely looking at Kirishima to help avoid being embarrassed at potentially being so obvious, snatching up the motorcycle helmet from his desk and heading back out to the bike. He technically only had it for the mission today but you know what? If he gets yelled at, then he gets yelled at. Fuck Best Jeanist if he does though, maybe he wants Kirishima pressed against his back as much as possible.]
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Date: 2024-09-29 05:25 pm (UTC)but he doesn't, instead has three different convenience stores pinned on his map and halfway through a very weird wikihow article when bakugou gets out of the shower with his arms out looking really, really hot. kirishima is definitely staring.
the only thing that gets him to stop is to see bakugou going for the bike again, and kirishima grins so wide and his ears get pink. ] Yeah! You need directions to the place?
[ don't worry bakugou - kirishima is very happy to wrap his arms around bakugou's waist, leaving them pressed together knee to shoulder for the entirety of the ride to the restaurant. knowing now that bakugou is into that shit? hell yeah he's going to lean into it and get everything he can out of it. ]
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Date: 2024-10-05 05:45 pm (UTC)Even though they're still small-time heroes, technically, given everything that occurred with Shigaraki with class 1-A at the center of it, Bakugou and Kirishima are still very recognizable figures. When they pull up to the restaurant Kirishima gets plenty of glances and whispers of his own, but once Bakugou takes off his helmet the response predictably doubles, and then some. These two? Out in the wild, together? Are they hanging out, will they give photos? Is it something more? A couple phones come out and start taking video.
Bakugou snarls and shoves one of the phones down, predictably, before marching into the establishment and demanding a more private booth. Luckily there's one available so he gets to feel important when he and Kirishima are led over to a more secluded corner, when it was just good fortune. He's not that famous yet.
Sitting across from Kirishima at a table is so nostalgic that Bakugou's chest feels a little strange. He eyeballs him as he browses the menu, very gently scraping the tips of his teeth over his lip as he thinks, like he always did.
...handsome.] How's, [Bakugou starts, haltingly. He doesn't do this nearly often enough to be comfortable with it (yet).] How's, uh. Fatgum's treating you?
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Date: 2024-10-05 08:58 pm (UTC)kirishima shouldn't laugh, but of course he does, giving a wave to the crowd; ] Catch us for pictures when we're on the clock!
[ right now, kirishima wants privacy with bakugou, so the booth is a blessing. what's also a blessing is that this menu looks fantastic, and yeah, as much as he wants to kiss bakugou stupid across every possible surface, he's starving. ]
Great! He's getting me on some good cases and even running some on my own. Plus, he's been awesome getting my workout regime in order. [ kirishima lifts up his arm to flex his bicep, which is indeed huge, just to show off for bakugou. ]
How about Best Jeanist huh? How's it been going with him and the agency?
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Date: 2024-10-29 02:55 am (UTC)It's familiar. This would happen sometimes back in school, especially in their third year when they were still both not sure what the other guy wanted, was going for, what they wanted- when they were stupid, apparently, as evidenced by their earlier short conversation. Confession? Mother fuck.]
That asshole, [Bakugou scoffs, though Kirishima can probably see the fondness mixed in with the irritation. Best Jeanist is like that one cousin who is such a dick but also just really gets you, so you would rather hang out with him at the cookout than the rest of your family that you like even less. The guy is the opposite of Bakugou in almost every single way. He's also saved his life and mourned when he thought Bakugou had been killed (which, technically...he had). It's difficult to truly dislike someone after all that.] The sooner I get my own practice, the better. He's been getting on my last goddamn nerve lately.
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Date: 2024-10-30 01:17 am (UTC)the only difference now is that he knows bakugou is actually down to make out with him and even have sex, and that makes a helluva difference. kirishima has to try his damndest not to stare at bakugou's mouth while he talks.
but even that's the same. bakugou's nicer about best jeanist than he was when he first started his internship and kirishima can tell, laughing as bakugou finishes up. ] Sounds like it's going good then! Ah, but opening your own practice huh, that's cool. How far along are you in the whole application process and stuff?
[ if anyone's doing it to stake it out on their own by now, it's bakugou. kirishima's been getting started on some of the preliminary stuff himself, thinking about setting up on his own but... well, he doesn't want to jinx anything. ]
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Date: 2024-10-30 02:31 am (UTC)Still in review. They're taking for-fucking-ever going over my hours; how the fuck are any of us gonna categorize that shit though? [Shoves the takoyaki into his mouth, uncaring that it is both drenched in hot sauce and one batrillion degrees of molten lava on the inside] Bastards should just give exceptions for our year.
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Date: 2024-10-30 02:46 am (UTC)Man, no kidding. Everyone knows we got plenty of experience and then some!
Plus, I get the categorizing hours thing is for accountability, but no one can be that specific. Tryin' to keep up with all their rules about it for the forms is a pain. [ kirishima sighs, not realizing what he's starting to let slip here as he starts to eat the takoyaki himself. it's pretty damn hot on the inside though, so he's got his mouth half open to let the steam out. ]
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Date: 2024-10-30 02:56 am (UTC)Three. At least now he's sure that it really is everybody who was involved in that clusterfuck with Shigaraki that's now having to jump through a hundred and one hoops just to get properly approved and certified. Even Deku's still technically operating under another agency, even though he's on the rankings board like he's a stand alone hero.]
Yo, you're gonna fuck me later. [oh that's not what he meant to say. well, it's out there]
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Date: 2024-10-30 03:07 am (UTC)with a cough kirishima swallows, cheeks splotchy pink. ]
Well, yeah, I mean, that was the plan right? I wanna do it as long as you do. I mean I - [ kirishima knocks his leg against bakugou's with a nervous laugh, ] I was never sure if you were interested.
[ not to mention they were both so busy, both trying to make their dreams of being heroes come true after the mess of shigaraki's attacks - there was a lot going on for a teenager! ]
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Date: 2024-10-30 03:27 am (UTC)And then, stupidly, two years of him focusing on his career and ignoring everything else. Kirishima's ankle is so fucking solid and warm. Bakugou wants to be covered and pressed down by every inch of his best friend, and the desire is intense.
The waiter comes back with their bowls, setting them down. Bakugou digs in without an answer to Kirishima's non-question, to give them both some space to think and dwell on that. Kirishima had liked him for a while; romantically, probably. Bakugou's not sure about that yet, still doesn't know his capacity for something like that. Maybe he's not capable of all that flowers and champagne bullshit.
He does know he doesn't want any body else in this world to play footsie with him under the table, though. Maybe that's enough to count.]
I meant, [Bakugou says lowly later, halfway through his bowl of ramen and taking a moment to let the food settle,] I want you on me. [Flicks his eyes up to fix sharply on Kirishima. This isn't really the appropriate place to talk about specifics, but Bakugou's never been anything but exacting. He's also not sure he's gonna be able to keep his hands to himself once they get into his apartment, so he wants all of this squared away before they arrive.] I already told you I'm interested. This is logistics. I want you to fuck me. We can switch it up later if you want it. But tonight we do it how I want. [Slurps up another mouthful of noodles.] Got it?
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Date: 2024-10-30 04:02 am (UTC)his smile goes so soft around the edges, expression as warm as the steam from his ramen bowl wafting up on his face (extra chashu, extra egg). and without the waiter noticing, kirishima scoots his chair forward so he can get knock knees with bakugou beneath the table, letting their little game of footsie get even closer. sure, he wanted bakugou as a boyfriend - but that didn't stop him from wanting bakugou in bed in the slightest. he's hot, strong, demanding of your best in a way that gets kirishima excited in way too many ways.
it's also why it's rough to hear bakugou talk about all this while he's slurping up noodles. they're still in public, and his applications for getting his own hero's agency is going to be in ruins if he gets caught with a hard on in a restaurant. ]
Logistics of sex? [ ok, nevermind about the hard on problem. calling sex talk "logistics" is very unsexy. ] Listen, I said I wanted to do this with you. I meant it. [ and, because he wants to see if he can push bakugou's buttons at least a little, kirishima leans in over his bowl with a much wider grin, ] I'll make sure I fuck you so good you forget your own name.
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Date: 2024-11-01 01:59 am (UTC)That's
Just as good.
Bakugou's eyes cut sharply up to Kirishima over his noodle bowl, even as he's sucking up another mouthful. Those vicious teeth come out as Kirishima leans closer, lowers his voice almost to a whisper, no less intense for the lack of volume. Being told Kirishima will fuck him good is great, but the way he says it-
I'll be your horse that never crumbles!
That confident, almost arrogant promise, that nearly reckless devotion to Bakugou's ideas and plans, that he'll see it through with Bakugou, come hell or high water. It's that climbing up to meet him, at Bakugou's insane level of intensity; Kirishima not only agreeing to give Bakugou what he wants, but swearing to do it so well that Bakugou will fall over himself to get that same cooperation again and again. It's probably some weird kink shit. It's probably what made their friends side-eye them so hard when they started making plans to kill each other in training ('kill' but like...it was a Lot for some weaklings apparently).
Bakugou sucks up the noodles and chews, eyes never leaving Kirishima's for those few brief moments before he turns and throws his arm over the back of his chair to holler,] Check!
[They need to leave.]
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Date: 2024-11-01 02:43 am (UTC)how could he not be attracted to bakugou, really?
bakugou turns and asks for the check, and kirishima laughs so hard he has to lean back in his seat, too loud and not caring that it turns heads a little. they don't know, so it's fine. all kirishima cares about it making sure him and bakugou are out of here as fast as possible.
of course, that means that while they wait on the waiter to grab the check, kirishima is woofing down the rest of his noodles and meat as fast as he can so he has all his energy for tonight. he also does it because when the waiter gets back, kirishima can be first to whip out his wallet and pay the waiter. ] Thanks man!
[ and, before bakugou blows him up for sniping the check - ] You can get the next one, 'kay?
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Date: 2024-11-07 07:27 pm (UTC)Bakugou's gonna make him work tonight in penance.]
Get on the bike, bitch, [Bakugou snaps, grabbing a fistful of Kirishima's shirt and dragging him to the door. He shoves his helmet on, both to avoid the flashes of phone cameras and to hide the blush on his face from any observers. He's supposed to take the bike to work and then take public transport back home, but fuck that; Best Jeanist can yell at him later for appropriating agency equipment for personal use.
Kirishima gets behind him and Bakugou is in very clear danger. His mind can't help but wander as he navigates the Tokyo streets, can't help but linger on the heat of Kirishima on his back, the firm press of his thighs around Bakugou's hips. He feels so much bigger than he is, and that's saying something considering how huge he looks. He's maybe not even ten centimeters taller than Bakugou but everything about him feels larger than life, louder than it needs to be. Kirishima's a force of nature sometimes, and Bakugou gets a thrill out of bending that force for his own objectives.
The very best thing is that Kirishima seems to like it just as much.
So once they pull up to Bakugou's building and he hurriedly swipes his fob over the lobby access pad, pushes in and jabs repeatedly at the elevator button until it arrives, he drags Kirishima into the elevator and swipes again (his place is small but secure, one of the few indications that safety is still somewhat a concern over comfort) to take them up to his floor-
He turns and looks at Kirishima, all molten, searing heat. He lets his eyes drag. It was hot and humid outside, summer refusing to relinquish its grip for the approaching autumn, and both Bakugou's back and Kirishima's chest are damp with sweat because of it. The swell of Kirishima's tits under his shirt are more obvious with the way the fabric sticks to his skin.
Bakugou licks his bottom lip unconsciously.]
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Date: 2024-11-07 10:44 pm (UTC)Oh Blasty, twist my arm. [ yeah right. as if kirishima wants to be anywhere else than on the back of bakugou's motorcycle and getting to wrap himself around his lithe frame. it's not that bakugou is small by any means - kirishima can see how much he's trained over the years, and he's even grown a few centimeters since they last time they met. but his frame is just right that kirishima can wrap his arms fully around his waist, and when he leans forward it almost feels like kirishima could envelope bakugou in his hold and no one would be the wiser. it's a great thought, but a dangerous one, given that pretty soon kirishima is going to get to test if he actually can do that.
the building is nice, and kirishima lets out a whistle as they walk through the front door and the lobby, the first blast of cool, cool a/c helping him feel less sweaty from the drive. ] Dang, swanky. [ maybe now isn't the time for chit chat, but kirishima can't help it. it's hitting him all at once that all his high school fantasy's are about to come true right now, and the nerves are starting to crawl up his spine.
he glances over at bakugou, wondering if he's nervous at all but - given by the way he's staring so intensely, the way he does when he's figuring out a plan for a mission, the way he stares when he wants something bad - maybe not. kirishima chuckles with a lopsided grin, unable to stop the flush that blooms over his cheekbones. ]
Like what you see huh?
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Date: 2024-11-07 10:53 pm (UTC)The next couple floors take forever, but the second the doors swish open Bakugou grabs onto the hem of Kirishima's shirt and pulls him along, secrecy be damned. His door isn't that far from the central elevator shaft and his lock is fingerprint-and-code activated. His apartment is open in seconds. He pulls Kirishima inside. He kicks the door shut and puts his hands on Kirishima's hips, gripping hard, shoving him back against the door and glaring those scant three inches up into the dumb bastard's face.
Holy shit, they're so close. He can smell the garlic broth Kirishima drank on his breath. Should they kiss? ...Bakugou doesn't really kiss. He's fucked, but making out is...new. Not something he's practiced a lot.
He works at Kirishima's shirt instead, grabbing the bottom and pulling it up his chest, leaving Kirishima room to get his back off the door to pull it completely off.]
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Date: 2024-11-07 11:16 pm (UTC)and getting there is a blur. the elevator doors open and bakugou is grabbing at his shirt, getting kirishima to the door, and pulling him inside all so fast kirishima can't even get out a protest that bakugou doesn't have to pull - he wants to be here too!
and it all stops when bakugou has him up against the door, staring at him intensely all over again. kirishima stares back, half frozen, part of him wondering what he'll do and part of him lost at the fact they're so close kirishima can see the flecks of brown and gold in his red eyes, can see the firm press of his lips together as he thinks.
again, kirishima expects a kiss but - bakugou doesn't. he goes for his shirt, and suddenly kirishima remembers the way he wanted to talk about sex logistics, how he ignored kirishima saying he liked him, or asked if he thought he was hot, and - god, he might get blasted for it, but kirishima laughs, soft but still full of heart as he takes his shirt off and drops it on the floor by their shoes. ]
You haven't changed a bit, Bakugou. [ and kirishima doesn't wait for an answer this time - he takes it. he cups bakugou's face and pulls him into a kiss, licking along the seam of his lips so he can catch them against the points of his teeth, can push his tongue into bakugou's spicy, spicy mouth.
bakugou might not be a kisser, but kirishima? oh, he's more than happy to show bakugou everything he's learned over the years. ]
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Date: 2024-11-07 11:30 pm (UTC)Bakugou hasn't had a boyfriend, or girlfriend or- or lover or whatever, ever. He's had one night stands, and he had a kind of friends-with-benefits situation with that gymnast, but that's it. Fucking, getting fucked, taking clothes off and getting physical quick enough to accomplish the goal of coming, that's what Bakugou has confidence in.
So of course Kirishima is going to go for the opposite. Bastard always did sniff out the one thing Bakugou wasn't sure about and nudge him in that direction, sometimes even lecture him about avoiding it. Bakugou would snap and snarl in return, but Kirishima never let him off the hook, even when he was the only one to clock Bakugou's discomfort with new things for what it was. To everyone else he's just a prickly asshole, persnickety and particular and unwilling to change. Deku's probably the only other person who even comes close to Kirishima when it comes to getting him.
The gentle face cradling is as unexpected as not; Bakugou startles a little, cheeks immediately flushing red when Kirishima holds him so carefully. He doesn't feel like glass in his hands though, doesn't feel like Kirishima's being condescending; especially not with that faint chuckle, with the acknowledgement that Bakugou's the same strong, driven guy he's always been.
Kirishima kisses him; his tongue touches Bakugou's chapped bottom lip, the points of his teeth prick against his skin. Bakugou's knees go a little weak, but hell if he's going to admit that, so he just clutches Kirishima's hips again, hard. Hard enough to hurt on anyone but this fucking mountain of a man.
Hopefully Kirishima's eyes are closed already so he doesn't notice the way Bakugou's lashes tremble as his eyes flutter closed, his dick jumping in interest against the zipper of his pants at the new sensation. It's a prelude for what's going to happen later tonight, Kirishima inside him. Holy shit, holy shit. Bakugou presses the big bastard back against his door more firmly, wanting to be against him knee to nipple, wanting to feel against his own hips if Kirishima is just as affected.]
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Date: 2024-11-08 12:14 am (UTC)but he is precious.
see, even though kirishima has had his share of making out with people in the back of clubs and bars, hook-ups and the one attempt to date, there was no one who quite wormed their way into kirishima's heart quite the same as bakugou. there weren't other heroes he vibed with in quite the same way, and there weren't average citizens who could handle how much kirishima worked, or all the edges of his quirk. there wasn't anyone else who inspired him in the same way as bakugou, pushing kirishima to be stronger and faster and better. so after all this time, after almost saying something at the end of their senior year and not - kirishima can't back down. he has to take his chance and make it damn well count.
kirishima's eyes aren't open when bakugou trembles, but they are open to see him flush, to see him take that compliment, and that's plenty of fuel to keep kirishima going. and bakugou, oh bakugou, always meeting him where he is, grabs his hips and pushes into him, into the door, and kirishima can feel the fact that bakugou's cock is getting hard. holy shit. kirishima groans, and his own cock is definitely getting hard fast, feeling the heat of bakugou's body against his skin.
and now that bakugou isn't pulling away, kirishima can slip his hand from bakugou's jaw to his hair, pulling him in even more, deepening the kiss, demanding everything from bakugou that he can get.
... which, probably should start with their clothes, huh? kirishima uses his free hand to start pushing up bakugou's shirt, only breaking the kiss so bakugou can get that off already. ]
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Date: 2024-11-08 05:10 am (UTC)It's this he can't cope with. Kirishima, who wasn't ever content with following behind and always jogged back up to his shoulder, who saw not just his polished sides but the flaws hidden on the shadowed edge of the gem. The guy who would snap at him when Bakugou was too crass, too dismissive, but would just as quickly defend him against people who made the stupid assumption that Bakugou wasn't serious about being a hero just because he wasn't the typical hero archetype.
Kirishima who saw it when he was weak and ugly, and admired him anyway.
Bakugou isn't the best kisser, but like with anything else he's a quick learner and an earnest student. One of Kirishima's hands goes to his hair and another pushes up under his shirt and Bakugou takes the hint immediately, backs up just long enough to wrench his tank top over his head before pressing in close again, hot skin to hot skin. Kirishima's groans keep rumbling through his chest. Bakugou moves a palm from his hip to get a fistful of that chest and squeeze.] You know where the bed is, [he growls, biting at Kirishima's lip. Get them over there already.]
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Date: 2024-11-08 04:35 pm (UTC)even if it's owner is making a ridiculous request of him. kirishima blinks away from his soft expression to being wide eyed, looking around the layout of the apartment. ] Seriously? Jeez, uh... [ kirishima does not know where the bed is, given he's never been in bakugou's apartment. but he sees a hallway off to the side and a doorframe, and boy he hopes that's it. bakugou grabbing at his chest feels too good to be fair, and it's going to get impossible to concentrate at this rate. ] Alright, c'mon.
[ and, at the risk of getting blasted, kirishima bends down a few inches so he can grab bakugou's thighs and hoist him up into his arms, carrying him to the door he spotted. bakugou is kinda heavy, but it's not too bad to get across the apartment to kick open the door with his foot, feeling so relieved that it is indeed the bedroom. ]
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Date: 2024-11-10 07:56 am (UTC)cyber stalkingInstagram updates he is subjected to.]About time, [Bakugou grumbles, but given he basically ordered Kirishima to carry him, he doesn't kill the guy for picking him up. He knows he's not exactly featherweight class himself so he wraps his legs around Kirishima's waist to keep them solid; this serves the additional purpose of Bakugou getting to squeeze and show off how fuckin' strong his legs are. Kirishima, you better be so turned on right now.
(Bakugou knows he is. He is still struggling with the idea that Kirishima is more than just turned on, but he's definitely cool with the turned on part.)
His bedroom, like the rest of his apartment and his desk at the agency, is sparsely decorated. There's a very small bookshelf and display case that boasts an impressive collection of All Might merchandise, a bloodied but autographed foil card propped up on a stand behind some glass, and scattered on the floor near his clothes hamper are bits and pieces of his spare gauntlets sprawled about on an oil-stained sheet, but otherwise it looks like a model bedroom that comes with the showing unit of a complex.
With the ghost of Kirishima's fingers pressing so delicately across the edges of the huge scar still obvious on Bakugou's chest, Bakugou grabs one of Kirishima's wrists and pulls his hand away so he can drop back down onto his feet. And shove Kirishima onto his bed. Climb on top of him. Straddle those thighs, scoot forward so he can get his ass right against Kirishima's crotch. There is going to be no dwelling on bad things right now, nor is there going to be any consideration of whether or not some tact is required. Bakugou might be unaccustomed to Kirishima's gut-wrenchingly sincere affection, but he's not going to let this bastard remember those days in the hospital, when a good third of their class was on and off life support, Bakugou chief among them.
No, Bakugou's gonna lean back and look down at Krishima over his cheeks, smug as fuck, and rub his ass pointedly against the guy's half-chub he can feel against him. They're going to fuck hard and nasty. No slow lovemaking tonight, capiche?]
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