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?
[Okay the hands in his hair is kind of Doin' It for him, so like, maybe explore that later. For now, Bakugou just pops off Kirishima's cock, wipes the spit from his chin with the back of his hand and gloats up past the hard dick directly in front of his nose to Kirishima's extremely red face. Nice. Very nice, he did that. Who said he gives bad head? Just that one idiot he gave head to, mistake number one; random extras do not deserve Bakugou head.]
You sayin' you don't got more than one in you? [Bakugou crows, voice rough because he'd really been sucking that cock, stopping just short of deep-throating because he doesn't have a fucking deathwish, okay.]
[ wow, bakugou looks hot with the spit hanging out of his mouth and voice is rough from sucking his dick in a way that kirishima has never heard before, sounding proud, all from sucking his cock. these are memories he's going to keep safe in his heart, tucked away for when he inevitably has to leave for osaka, all for himself. bakugou might have slept with other people, but none of them know just how special it is to see him and hear him like this.
though he'd probably be more in awe of it if bakugou wasn't making him laugh with his taunt. ] First it's don't come from the blowjob, now you wanna get me off? [ kirishima still has his hand in bakugou's hair, and since it hasn't been smacked away, he takes the risk of tugging it as he keeps talking; ] Trust me, I got plenty in me - the question is if you're ready to go all night?
[ kirishima has the stamina to go long and hard, willing to be patient as long as there's still mouths and hands involved. but bakugou is one of the most impatient people he knows, and who knows what his stamina is like in bed versus on the field. kirishima's curious to find out. ]
Are you challenging me again, bitch?! [Like! Yes! He does indeed want Kirishima to fuck him stupid doggy style! But also how DARE this shark tooth fire engine head talk to Bakugou like he's the one who will collapse from exhaustion first! The fucking nerve!
Bakugou is still snarling insults as he goes back down on Kirishima's dick, which leads to full-mouthed growling and snarling noises as he still manages to keep from dragging his teeth over the head of the guy's cock. See that? Skill.]
Don't say it like you don't enjoy it. [ kirishima taunts, voice still laden with laughter even with bakugou insulting him the whole time. it's fine, kirishima knows he doesn't really mean it. if he did, he wouldn't have his mouth back on his dick, going to town twice as intensely as before. it's the sort of single minded thing that's purely bakugou, which for kirishima hits the spot in a way that's impossible to explain. he just likes single minded intensity, even in bed! it's fine!
he groans as he fists his hand in bakugou's hair, shivering as he feels himself get closer and closer the longer bakugou keeps sucking him off. it's also harder and harder to keep his hips still - kirishima bucks forward at a particularly fierce bob down that bakugou does, unable to help himself. his mouth just feels too incredible to stop himself, especially since: ] 'm close, shit, keep goin'--
[Fuck you, he means it! It just...means something different with Kirishima. Or something. The same way Kirishima laughing when he's throwing a fit isn't the same as when other people laugh about it; Kirishima genuinely finds Bakugou's attitude delightful, which took a long time to sink in for the man in question, but he knows it's not derisive or mocking like he'd assumed back when they'd first met. Kirishima really does enjoy him, as a person; not only just for his strength but for who he really is.
If he was a more honest person, maybe Bakugou could admit to himself that that's why he'd never entertained the idea of being serious with other people. There is no other choice, not with Kirishima still out there.
Right now, though, he's letting go of Kirishima's cock to shove his forearm against Kirishima's hips to pin him down. That thrust had nearly shoved half his dick down Bakugou's throat and made him gag. Kirishima's got one hand in Bakugou's hair but that's not enough, so he uses his free hand to find Kirishima's other wrist and shove that hand into his hair too. Fucking pull, idiot.
And then his hand goes back to holding onto Kirishima's dick, rubbing a thumb through the spit gathering at the base, pressing up along that big vein, and- you know what? Sure. Going around his balls and down to press against his perineum, checking just how sensitive he is. Come into his mouth, loser, he can take it (probably).]
[ the arm holding him down is deserved, kirishima will give him that, and the pull of both his hands in bakugou's hair is hitting him harder than any booze he's ever had in his life. it's no wonder kirishima is swearing under his breath, dropping his head back as his mouth falls open, letting the heat from bakugou's hands build and build until it hits like one of his explosions, right in his gut, in the best possible way.
kirishima moans loud enough for it to ring off the walls, fisting both hands tight in bakugou's hair as he definitely bulls as he comes like a shot. it's one of the best orgasms of his life, because partly because bakugou seems to know exactly what to do to make his cock feel insane, but also because - it's bakugou. how long has he wanted this, dreamed about it? to have coming right in bakugou's mouth be a reality is better than anything his imagination could give him, bar none.
he has no idea how long it takes him to come down from the high of orgasm, blinking up at the ceiling before he looks down between his thighs at bakugou like he hung the goddamn moon. ] Come here. [ kirishima demands it, voice rough and hands pulling bakugou up by the hair so he can kiss him like he's finally home, come be damned. ]
[He's never seen that look on Kirishima's face before.
Almost upset with how good he feels, how good Bakugou made him feel. He hadn't planned on swallowing, prepared to get up and spit (maybe rinse his mouth out too) but Kirishima demands him and grabs for him, and Bakugou- Bakugou, he's generous like that. For Kirishima. With Kirishima, he'll let him have Bakugou's attention over what he wants, just this once, because it's still his decision of how much of himself he's willing to give.
Kirishima wants to be a greedy brat? He wants to pull and cling and make Bakugou swallow so he can kiss him, even though it tastes bitter and dirty? Bakugou will let him. He'll let him, he'll put his tongue in Kirishima's mouth, and then he'll prop himself up with his arms on Kirishima's chest like he's lazing on the couch on a Sunday afternoon and not immediately post-blowjob on a first-night hookup.
Bakugou smirks, full of confidence and bluster, but maybe glowing with something a tad more genuine underneath it all.] There, you hair-for-brains. Think you can fuck me for as long as I want, now?
[ kirishima knows he'll never forget tonight, no matter what happens in the future. not the way bakugou's mouth tastes bitter with his come, not the way bakugou goes so willingly when kirishima pulls, not how well he went down on him, not the weight of him in his arms, hell, he won't even forget seeing bakugou in the alleyways tonight when they first crossed paths. it's special, because it's led to something he's wanted forever, and now that he has it...
...it's so simple. it's different moves, different physicality and dress code, sure. but it's still kirishima and bakugou, the lead and the unbreakable horse, side by side, taking on the world together. they've worked on this foundation for years, and despite all his fears, all his worries - this new angle to their relationship seems to have sprouted all too easily.
kirishima smirks back, but it's more dopey, so satisfied and yet still hungry for more. how can he stop now when he knows how good this can be? ] You know it, Blasty. Nothing's gonna stop me. [ he gives bakugou another kiss before he lets go, reaching for the nightstand and it's top drawer, half looking as he rummages. ]
Gettin' real fuckin' comfortable with my place now, huh? [DON'T REMEMBER WHERE IS ROOM IS IN A TWO BEDROOM APARTMENT BUT YOU'RE GONNA GUESS WHERE HE KEEPS HIS LUBE? Forward. Hopped up little fuck. Bakugou loves it.
He presses up further along Kirishima's body and reaches past his arm, snagging the lube by two fingers to drag it over and into Kirishima's hand, letting go so he can settle back on his big chest. Maybe he will just continue running his palms over those tits for a while, or for like days or whatever.] Start with two. Don't fuck with me and do just one.
Well, I'm gonna stay all night, right? [ kirishima laughs, feeling nervous for exactly two seconds before bakugou is pressed up against him and reaching into the drawer and getting the lube kirishima can't find. it's thrilling, to fly forward into this together, knowing both of them want this just as bad, are just as willing to rush into it.
god. kirishima's cock is going to be up again in no time.
he takes the lube and pops open the cap, breath hitching when bakugou gets his hands all over his chest. it feels good, and he's happy to lean forward and into it, happy to let bakugou have his fill. what else is he going to do, think about tomorrow and the effects of having any kind of marks on his chest when his uniform has no shirt? no way.
lube on his fingers, check. warming it up by rubbing them together, double check. ] Then open up your legs and relax so I can start. [ kirishima's got no idea when the last time bakugou bottomed was (has he ever? he doesn't exactly seem like the type, especially if he doesn't know somebody well), so he does want to be at least a little careful - though he isn't exactly being patient. before he gets an answer kirishima reaches down to run his fingers along bakugou's cock, his balls, along and down towards his entrance. ] Jeez, you're really hot. [ babbling again? maybe. but kirishima thinks he'll be forgiven when he slowly crooks two fingers into bakugou, feeling how he's just as hot inside as he is outside. ]
[Doesn't even bother mentioning a condom, and Kirishima better not either if Bakugou doesn't find it worth talking about. Maybe he's fucking nasty, what about it? Mind your business.]
Keep bossing me around and I'll take care of it myself, [Bakugou warns; not entirely serious, but- well, okay, on the rare occasions when he takes a dick he's very used to still being the one in charge. Which is maybe counter to him telling Kirishima to fuck his brains out and implying that he's going to just lay there, but he is also going to do that and Kirishima better do that but like, not tell him what to do about it. Is this a power struggle? Is it a sexy one?
Who knows.
Bakugou doesn't climb off of Kirishima, opting instead to open his legs wide and straddle him properly, moving up so Kirishima can reach without having to lift himself up too far; the brushes over his skin makes him twitch, though he forces himself to stay still when Kirishima wriggles two fingers inside of him. His brow furrows; it's...fine, okay. It's not comfortable, but he'll eat his own tongue before he admits maybe he overestimated how much he should (not can, of course he can) take after such a long dry spell. Maybe it's good Kirishima's being a little careful, though because of the discomfort Bakugou's not able to really dedicate many braincells to the thought of Kirishima is inside of me that he otherwise would.]
...fuckin', [Bakugou mutters after a few seconds, frustrated more with himself than anything else,] get out real quick. I'm gonna get on my front.
Sure, sure. [ kirishima is only half taking in any of bakugou's taunts because, hello, bakugou is naked over him and has his legs spread and kirishima is fingering him right now. it's hot, slick, and really tight - almost uncomfortably so, even for kirishima. his focus becomes less trying to find a sweet spot inside bakugou to make him moan, and more about curling and scissoring his fingers, trying to make sure that bakugou's body is as ready for this as his mouth clearly is.
he's still at it when bakugou tells him to pull out, and - well, he's not about to protest. the idea of bakugou on his front is way too tantalizing. ] Yeah, okay. [ so kirishima pulls his fingers out (slowly), grabbing the lube to reapply some more onto his fingers for the next round.
of course, kirishima also has eyes, so he gets to see the way bakugou adjusts to be on his front, showing off the wide expanse of his back, the flex of his muscles in his arms and legs, and most of all his ass. the one he's going to be fucking in a matter of minutes, or less, if he has any say in it.
fuck, bakugou is so stupidly hot. the blood is already rushing south to his dick, smashing any refraction time record he had for himself up until this point. ]
[...he can practically hear the way the blood is vacating Kirishima's already challenged brain and honestly? Ego boost. Yes, he knows he's in good shape and yes, he knows he inherited his mom's pretty face and no, none of that has particularly mattered to him beyond how it helped him further his career as a Hero, but right now?
Bakugou rolls his shoulders to make the muscles in his back bunch up, then smooth out, as he casts a knowing look over an objectively phenomenal shoulder right up at Kirishima before laying down on his arms like he's getting a routine massage.] Go for it and we'll see. [-it's better, though. The way Bakugou's breath evens out, less tight and controlled, is evidence enough of that. It'll be better once he gets that incredible dick inside of him and Kirishima's tits right up against his back, but for now his fingers are...sufficient. Good.]
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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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Date: 2024-11-21 04:08 am (UTC)You sayin' you don't got more than one in you? [Bakugou crows, voice rough because he'd really been sucking that cock, stopping just short of deep-throating because he doesn't have a fucking deathwish, okay.]
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Date: 2024-11-21 04:30 am (UTC)though he'd probably be more in awe of it if bakugou wasn't making him laugh with his taunt. ] First it's don't come from the blowjob, now you wanna get me off? [ kirishima still has his hand in bakugou's hair, and since it hasn't been smacked away, he takes the risk of tugging it as he keeps talking; ] Trust me, I got plenty in me - the question is if you're ready to go all night?
[ kirishima has the stamina to go long and hard, willing to be patient as long as there's still mouths and hands involved. but bakugou is one of the most impatient people he knows, and who knows what his stamina is like in bed versus on the field. kirishima's curious to find out. ]
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Date: 2024-11-22 03:30 am (UTC)Bakugou is still snarling insults as he goes back down on Kirishima's dick, which leads to full-mouthed growling and snarling noises as he still manages to keep from dragging his teeth over the head of the guy's cock. See that? Skill.]
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Date: 2024-11-22 05:01 am (UTC)he groans as he fists his hand in bakugou's hair, shivering as he feels himself get closer and closer the longer bakugou keeps sucking him off. it's also harder and harder to keep his hips still - kirishima bucks forward at a particularly fierce bob down that bakugou does, unable to help himself. his mouth just feels too incredible to stop himself, especially since: ] 'm close, shit, keep goin'--
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Date: 2024-11-24 03:26 am (UTC)If he was a more honest person, maybe Bakugou could admit to himself that that's why he'd never entertained the idea of being serious with other people. There is no other choice, not with Kirishima still out there.
Right now, though, he's letting go of Kirishima's cock to shove his forearm against Kirishima's hips to pin him down. That thrust had nearly shoved half his dick down Bakugou's throat and made him gag. Kirishima's got one hand in Bakugou's hair but that's not enough, so he uses his free hand to find Kirishima's other wrist and shove that hand into his hair too. Fucking pull, idiot.
And then his hand goes back to holding onto Kirishima's dick, rubbing a thumb through the spit gathering at the base, pressing up along that big vein, and- you know what? Sure. Going around his balls and down to press against his perineum, checking just how sensitive he is. Come into his mouth, loser, he can take it (probably).]
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Date: 2024-11-24 05:33 am (UTC)kirishima moans loud enough for it to ring off the walls, fisting both hands tight in bakugou's hair as he definitely bulls as he comes like a shot. it's one of the best orgasms of his life, because partly because bakugou seems to know exactly what to do to make his cock feel insane, but also because - it's bakugou. how long has he wanted this, dreamed about it? to have coming right in bakugou's mouth be a reality is better than anything his imagination could give him, bar none.
he has no idea how long it takes him to come down from the high of orgasm, blinking up at the ceiling before he looks down between his thighs at bakugou like he hung the goddamn moon. ] Come here. [ kirishima demands it, voice rough and hands pulling bakugou up by the hair so he can kiss him like he's finally home, come be damned. ]
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Date: 2024-11-25 04:01 am (UTC)Almost upset with how good he feels, how good Bakugou made him feel. He hadn't planned on swallowing, prepared to get up and spit (maybe rinse his mouth out too) but Kirishima demands him and grabs for him, and Bakugou- Bakugou, he's generous like that. For Kirishima. With Kirishima, he'll let him have Bakugou's attention over what he wants, just this once, because it's still his decision of how much of himself he's willing to give.
Kirishima wants to be a greedy brat? He wants to pull and cling and make Bakugou swallow so he can kiss him, even though it tastes bitter and dirty? Bakugou will let him. He'll let him, he'll put his tongue in Kirishima's mouth, and then he'll prop himself up with his arms on Kirishima's chest like he's lazing on the couch on a Sunday afternoon and not immediately post-blowjob on a first-night hookup.
Bakugou smirks, full of confidence and bluster, but maybe glowing with something a tad more genuine underneath it all.] There, you hair-for-brains. Think you can fuck me for as long as I want, now?
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Date: 2024-11-25 05:44 am (UTC)...it's so simple. it's different moves, different physicality and dress code, sure. but it's still kirishima and bakugou, the lead and the unbreakable horse, side by side, taking on the world together. they've worked on this foundation for years, and despite all his fears, all his worries - this new angle to their relationship seems to have sprouted all too easily.
kirishima smirks back, but it's more dopey, so satisfied and yet still hungry for more. how can he stop now when he knows how good this can be? ] You know it, Blasty. Nothing's gonna stop me. [ he gives bakugou another kiss before he lets go, reaching for the nightstand and it's top drawer, half looking as he rummages. ]
You keep your lube here, right?
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Date: 2024-11-29 05:02 am (UTC)He presses up further along Kirishima's body and reaches past his arm, snagging the lube by two fingers to drag it over and into Kirishima's hand, letting go so he can settle back on his big chest. Maybe he will just continue running his palms over those tits for a while, or for like days or whatever.] Start with two. Don't fuck with me and do just one.
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Date: 2024-11-30 04:01 am (UTC)god. kirishima's cock is going to be up again in no time.
he takes the lube and pops open the cap, breath hitching when bakugou gets his hands all over his chest. it feels good, and he's happy to lean forward and into it, happy to let bakugou have his fill. what else is he going to do, think about tomorrow and the effects of having any kind of marks on his chest when his uniform has no shirt? no way.
lube on his fingers, check. warming it up by rubbing them together, double check. ] Then open up your legs and relax so I can start. [ kirishima's got no idea when the last time bakugou bottomed was (has he ever? he doesn't exactly seem like the type, especially if he doesn't know somebody well), so he does want to be at least a little careful - though he isn't exactly being patient. before he gets an answer kirishima reaches down to run his fingers along bakugou's cock, his balls, along and down towards his entrance. ] Jeez, you're really hot. [ babbling again? maybe. but kirishima thinks he'll be forgiven when he slowly crooks two fingers into bakugou, feeling how he's just as hot inside as he is outside. ]
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Date: 2024-12-04 03:25 am (UTC)Keep bossing me around and I'll take care of it myself, [Bakugou warns; not entirely serious, but- well, okay, on the rare occasions when he takes a dick he's very used to still being the one in charge. Which is maybe counter to him telling Kirishima to fuck his brains out and implying that he's going to just lay there, but he is also going to do that and Kirishima better do that but like, not tell him what to do about it. Is this a power struggle? Is it a sexy one?
Who knows.
Bakugou doesn't climb off of Kirishima, opting instead to open his legs wide and straddle him properly, moving up so Kirishima can reach without having to lift himself up too far; the brushes over his skin makes him twitch, though he forces himself to stay still when Kirishima wriggles two fingers inside of him. His brow furrows; it's...fine, okay. It's not comfortable, but he'll eat his own tongue before he admits maybe he overestimated how much he should (not can, of course he can) take after such a long dry spell. Maybe it's good Kirishima's being a little careful, though because of the discomfort Bakugou's not able to really dedicate many braincells to the thought of Kirishima is inside of me that he otherwise would.]
...fuckin', [Bakugou mutters after a few seconds, frustrated more with himself than anything else,] get out real quick. I'm gonna get on my front.
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Date: 2024-12-04 04:00 am (UTC)he's still at it when bakugou tells him to pull out, and - well, he's not about to protest. the idea of bakugou on his front is way too tantalizing. ] Yeah, okay. [ so kirishima pulls his fingers out (slowly), grabbing the lube to reapply some more onto his fingers for the next round.
of course, kirishima also has eyes, so he gets to see the way bakugou adjusts to be on his front, showing off the wide expanse of his back, the flex of his muscles in his arms and legs, and most of all his ass. the one he's going to be fucking in a matter of minutes, or less, if he has any say in it.
fuck, bakugou is so stupidly hot. the blood is already rushing south to his dick, smashing any refraction time record he had for himself up until this point. ]
Better?
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Date: 2024-12-04 04:07 am (UTC)Bakugou rolls his shoulders to make the muscles in his back bunch up, then smooth out, as he casts a knowing look over an objectively phenomenal shoulder right up at Kirishima before laying down on his arms like he's getting a routine massage.] Go for it and we'll see. [-it's better, though. The way Bakugou's breath evens out, less tight and controlled, is evidence enough of that. It'll be better once he gets that incredible dick inside of him and Kirishima's tits right up against his back, but for now his fingers are...sufficient. Good.]
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