[ 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?]
[ about time indeed, jeez. kirishima just laughs, ] You shoulda told me last time I was in town. [ except that the last time they saw each other in person and actually had time to talk and be alone was... ua. everything else was either group events, or one of them was too busy to do anything. it's the sort of thought that would make his heart ache if kirishima didn't have his arms full of bakugou and those strong legs wrapped around his waist. it's fine. they both have what they want right now, and kirishima is over the moon with it.
kirishima doesn't get to notice the details of his bedroom, because bakugou is the only thing is focus is on - how warm his chest is against kirishima's, how all the corded muscle in his body works, how even from the motorcycle and the ramen shop bakugou still smells sweet. kirishima catalogs all of it, because no amount of instagram posts or news articles are going to get him this.
they're also definitely not getting him flat on bakugou's sheets, staring up at him as the light from the hall halos his wild blond hair, his nasty grin, casting shadows along the line of muscle and overall just cutting quite the figure above him. a younger kirishima would've passed out from excitement at this point, he thinks, but thankfully kirishima is experienced enough to not completely lose it as bakugou grinds down his dick which is very quickly getting very hard. ] Damn, Bakugou.
[ no nicknames, no joking, no more waiting. kirishima grabs the hem of bakugou's pants as he sits up to kiss him hard and starting getting his pants off so he can touch already. ]
...heh. [And that's fucking it. That's it, that right there; the look on Kirishima's face. He'd seen it a few times before; didn't catch on to all the meanings, or refused to consider them. There's layers to it; admiration, adoration, but tempered. Reasonable. Not the same blind, pathetic slobbering as the extras who'd trail after him, breathing in his smoke, but someone going their own way who'd stopped to admire the beautiful destruction of a natural disaster. It's so fucking addictive, being looked at like that, by someone who knows him.
(He'd argue, probably, if Kirishima tried to say that he'd been more taken in by Bakugou. Maybe at first, when Bakugou was still so self-centered and lost in his head, but once Kirishima had wormed his way inward he'd centered himself, he'd sewn his soul to Bakugou's so neatly and tightly, before Bakugou had even managed to figure out what he'd done. Those first few months after they'd gone their separate ways had been...difficult.
Very difficult.)
Kirishima manages to flick the button of his cargo pants open before Bakugou pushes him back out of the kiss, shoving him back down onto the bed and climbing off of him. Takes in his ruddy cheeks, the furrow of his brow at being interrupted.] Stop sulkin', [Bakugou crows, and now he grasps Kirishima's pants, yanking them down along with his underwear.
DICK BIG.
-fuck okay, he almost passed out. Right. Kirishima got that big dick. Maybe Bakugou should ride that a little before he gets Kirishima to rail him from behind. That could be an option.] I'm suckin' your dick. Prepare yourself, bitch; if you come, I'm changin' your contact name in my phone to "Premature Ejaculator."
[ stop sulking, bakugou says, like it's no big deal to be shoved away from what was about to be another fantastic kiss and the chance to see bakugou naked. kirishima is dying of thirst over here, he wants to see, to touch, to feel bakugou as he opens up then comes apart.
(there's more kirishima wants, sure, but he also wants this and it's a damn good place to start.)
at least bakugou reaches for his pants, and kirishima is quick to arch his hips to get those off and to the floor. he glances up - and he catches it. the way bakugou looks at him so hungry, with so much want, like bakugou's never seen anyone, or anything, hotter in his life. it makes kirishima's heart skip to a staccato beat, one that only speeds up when bakugou talks so casually about sucking his dick. kirishima can't believe this - he breaks into laughter again, covering his face in his hand. by standard definition, this is some poor foreplay, but it's so straightforward and demanding in a way that is so sincerely bakugou that kirishima can't help himself. he loves it, and feels himself wanting to rise to the challenge of being unbreakable for him all over again. ]
Hey, I'm unbreakable remember? And I've only gotten more experienced over the years. [ he runs his hand back through his hair, giving bakugou a huge grin as he spreads his legs, ] But c'mon, give me your best shot.
[CONSIDERS CHANGING PLANS. When Kirishima just spreads 'em like it's so easy, when Bakugou can slip between his legs like the space was made for him to fit in it, like, what else can he do but picture fucking Kirishima so good that he screams? He's only fucking human.
Bakugou takes a second to glower down at Kirishima, drumming his fingers against his inner thigh, before he manages to talk himself out of it. Next time. Shit, maybe tomorrow morning, if circumstances allow.] You tryin' to tell me you won't nut if you use your hardening? [ok, bet. bakugou's gonna go right down on it with no warning, prove it then you stupid broom head]
[ considering how far along they are, kirshima isn't intimidated by bakugou giving him that sour look. there's no way bakugou will back out now, especially with his hand on his thigh (and huh, bakugou's hand looks almost small against his thigh, that's funny). ]
I mean, no, but it's noooOOt-- [ goodbye the rest of his sentence! it's long gone and kirishima has no need for it when bakugou's lips are red and stretched around his cock and mouth so hot and slick around him. kirishima groans, one hand covering his mouth and the other sliding it's way into bakugou's hair. it's softer than he looks, he thinks, feeling a little delirious as he looks down and watches bakugou with wide, dark eyes as he sucks him off. ]
[Some individuals would probably call this blowjob bad, what with the lack of foreplay and the nearly clinical focus with which Bakugou proceeds, as if he has something to prove... Which naturally, he does. First of all, Kirishima is full of shit, and totally can't use his hardening to keep from coming. He was almost absolutely blowing smoke up Bakugou's ass about that and for this, he should be punished.
Secondly though, Bakugou wants to make sure that Kirishima is aware he is going to be the best lay Kirishima will ever get. This is imperative. Now that Bakugou's come to the conclusion that he wants to sleep with Kirishima more than once (to try things out, so they can test everything they want to, that's it), he's got to lock this in. Obviously the best way to do that is to make sure Kirishima comes fast and comes well and comes often. Bakugou doesn't know how to do anything without being intense about it, so if he's going to suck a dick then he's going to fucking gobble it.]
[ would a little foreplay be nice? sure. would it be nice if he touched him a little, along his thighs or hips or something? also yes.
but what's way more important is how into it bakugou is, sucking kirishima's cock like it's the only thing he wants to do all night. after years of thinking bakugou might only be interested in him as a friend, even this much is enough to make kirishima feel wild with it, groaning as he fists his hand in bakugou's hair, pushing his feet into the mattress to keep himself from bucking up into his throat. it would be so easy to just let him keep going, to come down his throat or over his hand. all kirishima has to do is let go.
however. he did say he wouldn't break, mainly because the idea of fucking bakugou senseless is still right there within reach, and there's no way kirishima is going to let that go so easily. ]
Blasty, Bakugou, hey, c'mon-- [ his breath hitches, and he has to suck it back in so he can fucking talk; ] You want me to fuck you or what?
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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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Date: 2024-11-10 04:45 pm (UTC)kirishima doesn't get to notice the details of his bedroom, because bakugou is the only thing is focus is on - how warm his chest is against kirishima's, how all the corded muscle in his body works, how even from the motorcycle and the ramen shop bakugou still smells sweet. kirishima catalogs all of it, because no amount of instagram posts or news articles are going to get him this.
they're also definitely not getting him flat on bakugou's sheets, staring up at him as the light from the hall halos his wild blond hair, his nasty grin, casting shadows along the line of muscle and overall just cutting quite the figure above him. a younger kirishima would've passed out from excitement at this point, he thinks, but thankfully kirishima is experienced enough to not completely lose it as bakugou grinds down his dick which is very quickly getting very hard. ] Damn, Bakugou.
[ no nicknames, no joking, no more waiting. kirishima grabs the hem of bakugou's pants as he sits up to kiss him hard and starting getting his pants off so he can touch already. ]
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Date: 2024-11-15 04:58 am (UTC)(He'd argue, probably, if Kirishima tried to say that he'd been more taken in by Bakugou. Maybe at first, when Bakugou was still so self-centered and lost in his head, but once Kirishima had wormed his way inward he'd centered himself, he'd sewn his soul to Bakugou's so neatly and tightly, before Bakugou had even managed to figure out what he'd done. Those first few months after they'd gone their separate ways had been...difficult.
Very difficult.)
Kirishima manages to flick the button of his cargo pants open before Bakugou pushes him back out of the kiss, shoving him back down onto the bed and climbing off of him. Takes in his ruddy cheeks, the furrow of his brow at being interrupted.] Stop sulkin', [Bakugou crows, and now he grasps Kirishima's pants, yanking them down along with his underwear.
DICK BIG.
-fuck okay, he almost passed out. Right. Kirishima got that big dick. Maybe Bakugou should ride that a little before he gets Kirishima to rail him from behind. That could be an option.] I'm suckin' your dick. Prepare yourself, bitch; if you come, I'm changin' your contact name in my phone to "Premature Ejaculator."
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Date: 2024-11-15 05:54 am (UTC)[ stop sulking, bakugou says, like it's no big deal to be shoved away from what was about to be another fantastic kiss and the chance to see bakugou naked. kirishima is dying of thirst over here, he wants to see, to touch, to feel bakugou as he opens up then comes apart.
(there's more kirishima wants, sure, but he also wants this and it's a damn good place to start.)
at least bakugou reaches for his pants, and kirishima is quick to arch his hips to get those off and to the floor. he glances up - and he catches it. the way bakugou looks at him so hungry, with so much want, like bakugou's never seen anyone, or anything, hotter in his life. it makes kirishima's heart skip to a staccato beat, one that only speeds up when bakugou talks so casually about sucking his dick. kirishima can't believe this - he breaks into laughter again, covering his face in his hand. by standard definition, this is some poor foreplay, but it's so straightforward and demanding in a way that is so sincerely bakugou that kirishima can't help himself. he loves it, and feels himself wanting to rise to the challenge of being unbreakable for him all over again. ]
Hey, I'm unbreakable remember? And I've only gotten more experienced over the years. [ he runs his hand back through his hair, giving bakugou a huge grin as he spreads his legs, ] But c'mon, give me your best shot.
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Date: 2024-11-21 03:00 am (UTC)Bakugou takes a second to glower down at Kirishima, drumming his fingers against his inner thigh, before he manages to talk himself out of it. Next time. Shit, maybe tomorrow morning, if circumstances allow.] You tryin' to tell me you won't nut if you use your hardening? [ok, bet. bakugou's gonna go right down on it with no warning, prove it then you stupid broom head]
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Date: 2024-11-21 03:16 am (UTC)I mean, no, but it's noooOOt-- [ goodbye the rest of his sentence! it's long gone and kirishima has no need for it when bakugou's lips are red and stretched around his cock and mouth so hot and slick around him. kirishima groans, one hand covering his mouth and the other sliding it's way into bakugou's hair. it's softer than he looks, he thinks, feeling a little delirious as he looks down and watches bakugou with wide, dark eyes as he sucks him off. ]
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Date: 2024-11-21 03:45 am (UTC)Secondly though, Bakugou wants to make sure that Kirishima is aware he is going to be the best lay Kirishima will ever get. This is imperative. Now that Bakugou's come to the conclusion that he wants to sleep with Kirishima more than once (to try things out, so they can test everything they want to, that's it), he's got to lock this in. Obviously the best way to do that is to make sure Kirishima comes fast and comes well and comes often. Bakugou doesn't know how to do anything without being intense about it, so if he's going to suck a dick then he's going to fucking gobble it.]
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Date: 2024-11-21 04:04 am (UTC)but what's way more important is how into it bakugou is, sucking kirishima's cock like it's the only thing he wants to do all night. after years of thinking bakugou might only be interested in him as a friend, even this much is enough to make kirishima feel wild with it, groaning as he fists his hand in bakugou's hair, pushing his feet into the mattress to keep himself from bucking up into his throat. it would be so easy to just let him keep going, to come down his throat or over his hand. all kirishima has to do is let go.
however. he did say he wouldn't break, mainly because the idea of fucking bakugou senseless is still right there within reach, and there's no way kirishima is going to let that go so easily. ]
Blasty, Bakugou, hey, c'mon-- [ his breath hitches, and he has to suck it back in so he can fucking talk; ] You want me to fuck you or what?
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