Guh- God- fucking damn you, Kirish-shima, [Bakugou manages, even as he's pressed down into the mattress by Kirishima's sheer bulk. Fuck, maybe he should've asked for this on the couch, or bent over a table, or-
Kirishima's chest squishes against Bakugou's back and it feels like his dick gets bigger inside as he lets gravity sink him all the way in. Bakugou grabs for the sheets beneath himself, adjusts his legs, opens up his hips more. Fucking degrading. Why did he ask for this? Kirishima better not be looking down on him over this, better not be smirking-
He'd never do that. Bakugou's knuckles go white around the bedsheets as Kirishima picks up the pace, his breath hot against Bakugou's ear as he works. As he tries to keep himself both pressed against Bakugou as much as possible, while still utilizing his hips and legs to pull out and thrust in with steady, mind-numbing power. Force. Not treating Bakugou like he's delicate, almost reckless with the lack of concern, but doing what Bakugou asked him to.
Obeying orders.
A thrill sends a bigger shiver down Bakugou's back than the sensation of Kirishima's cockhead dragging over his prostate like the curve of his dick was molded for the inside of Bakugou's ass. Obviously Kirishima's not doing or thinking about any of that dumb shit, the garbage some other extra would dare consider in a situation like this. Kirishima's following Bakugou's lead, (obeying his orders,) and concentrating on giving Bakugou exactly what he'd demanded.
The shock of understanding makes Bakugou shiver again, and clench all over. It's like- it's like Kirishima's okay with Bakugou using him, because he knows Bakugou wouldn't use anything (or anyone) but the best. Like Kirishima understands it's an honor, like Kirishima understands Bakugou wouldn't demand something he didn't think he was ready for. The security of it, the trust that suddenly seeps into his muscles almost makes Bakugou feel weak with it, and he understands with the kind of clarity that can only come when your heart is trying to pound out of your own chest, that this is what he's been missing these past years.
With that, the last of Bakugou's hesitation falls off of him, and he reaches back with already warming, popping palms to grip onto one of Kirishima's thighs, groaning.] Ah, fuck. Ahh, fuck, Kirishima. [He wants to know. He has to know.] Fuckin- Fucking- Talk, [he gasps, the shocks of Kirishima rubbing constantly at that place inside of him rattling the words out of his reach inside his own head, his toes curling already,] Talk to me, you big bastard. T- tell me it's good. What you want. You fucking- uhn, you asshole, you shithead-
[ bakugou's right - kirishima isn't thinking about stuff like that. hell, kirishima is barely thinking at all.
his focus is instead on the sensations: the way bakugou's ass clenches around him, hot as anything. how tense his back is up against his chest. how soft his hair is against his cheek even as they both get sweaty. how that sweat fills the air with the scent of burnt sugar. how the back of his neck even tastes like it, when kirishima catches it when he drags his teeth over the knobs of bakugou's spine. how his ears ring with the way bakugou moans, swears, says his name. all of it goes right down to his dick, making sure higher thinking doesn't stand a chance.
kirishima's always been a tactile person. he fights and saves and does heroics with his skin, his body, and that's how he's experienced the world, hands extended and heart ready to take. really, sex isn't very different, in that respect.
it's just so much more intense. bakugou demands a lot, and kirishima wants a lot. it's why he's chased after the spot at his side for so long, and now that he's here it makes kirishima feel like he's drunk off it. he focuses on fucking bakugou and the friction on his cock that's unlike anything he's ever experienced in his life in all the best possible ways. no horny dream, no curiosity, could ever come close to the real thing which he fucking has now. that alone is enough to keep his brain from thinking about the burning of his thighs as he fucks bakugou relentlessly.
(if he was thinking, his focus would be on how he makes sure this isn't just a one time thing).
the surprising pops of heat against his thigh that makes kirishima gasp, pulling him out of his daze and stalling. is it good? is it good??? ]
Seriously? [ kirishima's voice is one part exasperated and three parts so damn fond, which bakugou might notice because kirishima is still mouthing at the back of his neck, words coming out between heavy pants of breath; ] 'Feels amazing, Bakugou, you're hot as hell, y'know? Wanna leave you with marks, wanna fuck you so you only say my name. You sound really, really good when you say it. [ no insults, no nicknames - and none of those in this breathy, sex ridden tone for anyone else with bakugou either. ever, if kirishima is really greedy about it. ]
[A sharp, vicious grin cuts its path across Bakugou's face as he pants, as Kirishima struggles for words through his own gasps and the way his own pleasure lights firecrackers in his brain.] Hahh... That's it? Jus- Just your- uhh, your stupid name? [Kirishima can't see his smile from back there but he can surely hear it, the smug triumph in his voice, the way it curls the ends of his words when he speaks.
Bakugou shoves a shoulder back to indicate he wants Kirishima to push back up off of him, to give him a little breathing room. He got the tiddies pressed up against his back, he got Kirishima fucking him down into the mattress, he got that. He still likes it, enjoys it, but now, now he wants to be a shithead. Now he wants to bully Kirishima, just a little.] Kirishima. That it? Or- or, are you lookin' for somethin' more personal? [Kirishima might've slowed but he hasn't stopped, and even though Bakugou's more or less adjusted to his size the slide is still so fucking distracting. He might actually come without a hand on his cock tonight. Unbelievable.] Hmm? Eijirou?
[ what else is he supposed to want besides marking bakugou up and getting him to moan his name? he's already fucking him. the option of what to want above and beyond this are pretty limited right now.
still, kirishima does sit up some, not wanting to smother bakugou completely if he needs the space, but still holding his hips to keep him just where he wants him. that grip only tightens when bakugou says kirishima in that lip curling, smug satisfaction bakugou likes to have when he gets his way - which, well, in this case kirishima is also getting his way. bakugou sounds hot as hell saying his name like that.
but he is not, in any capacity, ready for how bakugou says eijirou.
bakugou won't see the way kirishima's eyes lose their color from how blown wide his pupils are, and he won't have to in order to realize how much he's keyed kirishima up with just one word. he'll still feel the twitch of his cock and the way he freezes. how for a moment he doesn't even breathe. he never thought, not during their first time, that could he fuck his actual given name out of bakugou. to have it, on top of this everything else today that brought them to this very moment - kirishima has probably never been harder in his life, blood roaring through him as his heart pounds. putting this kind of moment into words is better left for poets, not for guys like kirishima. he's not even going to try. ]
Fuck, Bakugou-- [ he says through a gasp and then picks the pace right back up again, fucking bakugou relentlessly, fueled by hearing his name and the desire to make him come and come hard. hell, if he was that willing to say his name, to give him this - kirishima feels the greed flood through him to reach for just a little bit more.
he tips back down on a thrust forward and bites into the soft skin at the juncture of bakugou's neck and shoulder, leaving a mark that will surely last for days before his voice breaks out of him: ] Katsuki.
[Kirishima's teeth are just as sharp as they look, pinching into the meat of Bakugou's shoulder, but the sensation might as well be a tickle for the way that animal begins pounding into Bakugou like he's a jackhammer and Bakugou's just a piece of concrete.
There's not a Quirk on this Earth that could keep Bakugou silent during that; he tries, god knows he does, gritting his teeth hard as he flails for a second, hand finding one of the bars of his headboard to make a smoking fist around it to hang on. His other elbow digs into the mattress, trying to keep himself somewhat up as Kirishima shoves down into him like he's trying to snap Bakugou's bed frame. Groans and growls eke out from between his teeth until, finally, he has to open his mouth for the extra air and he begins to gasp, sharp uhs punched out of him on every thrust inside.] Fuck- uh, fuck, K'rish- shimmaaa, you f-fucking-
[He can't take it anymore, he can't, he needs to see- he has to see his face- he has to see him, those curiously big (sweet) eyes glaring at him, those soft features the exact opposite of his body, his Quirk- Kirishima's so fucking pretty,, and never did Bakugou think he'd be so desperate to see them scrunched up in pleasure.
Without asking Bakugou gets his elbow back again, shoves against Kirishima hard while moving forward off his dick. The way that cock slides out makes Bakugou whine out a sound he'll deny later, but he barely takes a breath before he's turned around and climbing onto Kirishima's lap, grabbing hold of his cock to angle and slide right back on down to the hilt with a trembling groan.] Uh, fuck, Kirishima...
[-and now they're face-to-face. Kirishima's cheeks are so red, his expression is- it's completely different from anything Bakugou's ever seen before. Bakugou even hesitates for a second, even as he grinds down onto Kirishima's lap, legs spread wide and his own chest heaving, his hands on Kirishima's thick shoulders. He lifts his eyes slowly to Kirishima's before they skitter away, unsure of the intimacy he's just put them in. It felt like a great idea. It is a great idea.
But here, with little bloody puncture marks on his shoulder, Kirishima's cock all the way up his ass, this feels like more- this feels like- he'd turned around because he wanted to see Kirishima's face, that's all, but this feels like something- something that friends with benefits don't do.
Bakugou scrapes his teeth over his bottom lip, one of his hands sliding his hand further over one of Kirishima's shoulders, across his back, up his neck into his hair, making a loose fist there as he finally manages to make eye contact and pushes up a little. Kirishima's cock nudges up inside of him and he shudders, his own dick rubbing up against Kirishima's stomach.]
[ will kirishima ever get enough of bakugou being noisy in bed? no. never. part of him thought bakugou wouldn't be so loud, somehow, but kirishima is happy to be wrong about this.
however, it is concerning when bakugou is suddenly shoving him back and sliding off his cock. he does let go but for a split second, kirishima freezes (and not just because his lubed up dick feels cold in the air of the room) - was it too much? did he go too far? is bakugou done already? ] Hey, you okay?
[ but bakugou turns around. faces him. and boy, his face is so - it's tense, but he's sweaty and flushed all over and looks absolutely breathtaking. kirishima's eyes go wide, glittering, because suddenly it's so clear now that bakugou is more than fine. that he must like this a lot to suddenly be facing him and showing him well - everything. kirishima gets a clear view of bakugou's hard, leaking cock, the scars, how far down his blush goes, all topped with that fiery gaze bearing into him like it's searching for answers that kirishima desperately wants to give him. it's overwhelming in the best kind of way, especially as it gives kirishima the dangerous thought that maybe, just maybe, bakugou wants the same way he does - for a them.
it's one that can only persist when bakugou's hands are on his shoulders and he drops himself back down on his cock. kirishima groans, hands flying back to bakugou's waist to hold him steady, thoughts of grander emotions falling to the wayside at the very heady sensations of bakugou's cock against his abs and his hand in his hair, tugging him forward in a way that begs kirishima to arch forward - which god, he does - and finishes the pull by reaching down to take bakugou's cock in his hand and catching bakugou's mouth in a heavy kiss.
it's not a graceful kiss. nothing is really coordinated. kirishima is pretty sure he catches bakugou's lip on the points of his teeth, and it's hard to keep the kiss steady when kirishima starts rocking his hips, moving his hand, all the moves fairly uncoordinated but determined as hell so both of them can get off. it's worth it all, because there's a thousand things kirishima wants to say but can't with words; it's so much easier to show how much he missed bakugou, how much he admires him, how long he's waited for this with actions instead. ]
[Bakugou's fist in Kirishima's hair tightens and he wrenches away from his mouth to pant when Kirishima's fingers curl around his cock. His arm flexes as he clutches Kirishima tight against him, pushing the bastard's face right against the curve of his neck as his chin tips up, head tips back, gasping and staring blankly at the ceiling. Kirishima's jerking him off, Kirishima's hot breath is against his throat, Kirishima, Kirishima, Kirishima-
In a fit of madness Bakugou reaches down with his free hand and grabs Kirishima's wrist tight, pulls his hand off of his own dick and pushes it down further, under his balls, behind; and once Kirishima follows him (obeys, he obeys) and presses against his taint, Bakugou screams.]
Fuck-! Fuck, god-! Ah- [and suddenly Kirishima's cock feels huge inside of him, because he's coming and every muscle from navel to knee has locked up to squeeze down on Kirishima in a crushing grip. The jerks of his hips as he comes what feels like buckets and the pressure of Kirishima's fingers behind his balls nudge his prostate over and over, until Bakugou's sure he's going to pass out, until every sharp, agonizing, beautiful shock that rips through his groin feels like the last nail in the coffin he'd gladly climbed into. Kirishima's monster cock is going to rip him apart and he's going to thank him for it.
Somehow, in some corner of mind where higher thought is still possible, Bakugou swears that if Kirishima doesn't come from this, he's going to climb off him, push him down, and shove his fingers up Kirishima's ass until he's sobbing.]
[ it's kirishima's turn to whine, trying to chase after bakugou's mouth because he wants to keep kissing him so bad it makes him stupid. he wants to taste bakugou as much as he wants to feel him, hear him, totally losing himself in how they're as intertwined as two people can be. he kisses along his throat instead, scrapes of teeth across his skin matching the marks already on his shoulder, haphazard and thoughtless when it's so hard to think about much when bakugou's so fucking hot and he's trying his damnedest to keep moving his hips and hand when he feels like he could burst.
it's why of course kirishima follows without resistance. wherever bakugou needs to be touched to come, kirishima will do it happily, touching where he can't see but feeling, viscerally, when bakugou clenches down around him like a vice and his voice rips through the room.
kirishima's eyes go huge, pulling back to watch, to see bakugou as he comes apart because of his cock, his hands, his mouth, all him. he's stunning - there's no resistance, no bravado, just all of bakugou's raw emotions on display in a way that sends kirishima's own libido flying into the stratosphere. it takes over with a loud moan; ] Holy shit, Bakugou, Katsuki, look at you-- [ all reverent and thrilled as he starts to fuck into bakugou again properly, letting go of any semblance of restraining himself and really taking in how hot, tight, and just - fucking incredible this all is.
he buries himself to the hilt inside bakugou as his own orgasm rips through him with earthquake tremors, kirishima gasping as he swears he sees sparks at the edges of his vision. it's probably the hardest he's come in ages, maybe ever, and kirishima has no idea how long he's riding the crest of that wave, rocking into bakugou until there's he's soft and exhausted but so, so sated.
with the last of his energy kirishima wraps his arms around bakugou to hug him in tight, drops back onto the bed, and nuzzles his face in bakugou's hair. sure he's got bakugou's come all over his stomach, sure there's so much mess dripping onto both of their thighs, but kirishima doesn't give a damn. more than anything, he needs to cuddle bakugou, if only to help prove to himself this isn't some kind of dream. ]
[Bakugou's still half-checked out when Kirishima begins to move again; he's got enough sense to let go of Kirishima's wrist so he can grab Bakugou's hips, fuck up into him. Oversensitivity hasn't kicked in yet but it's mouth-wateringly close, enough that Bakugou feels another jolt so close to orgasm that he shudders, cock twitching, even as Kirishima yanks him down hard to finish inside.
Fuck. He's never let anyone- well. What does it matter? Tonight's a night of firsts. It's fitting that it's Kirishima.]
Big son of a bitch, [Bakugou mutters, almost affectionate as he wraps his arms almost threateningly around Kirishima's shoulders and neck, cradling his head and grinding down lazily atop him as he comes. Kirishima's eyelashes flutter, his jaw flexes at the corners, his hips stutter up into Bakugou erratically until he wilts.
When Kirishima's arms go around him and yank him down, Bakugou lets the fall happen. Kirishima's cock slips out which feels all kinds of nasty, especially when the mess follows, but Bakugou's legs feel like rubber and he can't bring himself to get up just yet to clean either of them up. Just a few minutes. He'll let Kirishima cling to him for a little while, maybe he'll settle up against his side and feel up those abs, squeeze those tits idly (appreciatively) while he allows his brain to slowly, slowly come back online. If Kirishima takes that time to nuzzle his hair like some kind of overgrown dog, that's his business.]
[ kirishima hums gently as bakugou's hands run over his stomach, his chest, just enjoying being touched, leaning into it as he utterly melts. he feels soft around the edges, and it must show in his dopey smile and how much he's enjoying having bakugou flush against him head to knee with his cheek in bakugou's hair.
it's so nice. better than nice - something about this is so easy. there's no nerves, no worries, no thoughts about the future and what's going to happen when kirishima has to hop back onto the shinkansen to osaka while bakugou stays in tokyo. it's just the quiet right now, where kirishima can slowly shift, open his eyes, and look down at bakugou in his arms, against his chest taking in how even he looks as soft and at ease as kirishima's seen him... maybe ever. just another thing that kirishima has now, that part of him wants all to himself.
that, and bakugou's so damn pretty like this that kirishima has the urge to kiss him - so he does, square on his hairline. ] Comfy?
[bakugou grunts at that kiss, smacking a palm against one of kirishima's tits in mild (mock) irritation. he sends the weakest of glowers up at him through his bangs before finally hoisting himself up on his arms with a grimace and a groan.] Fucking hell.
You got jizz all over the place. [yes even bakugou's cum is kirishima's fault]
[ what the heck. was bakugou always capable of being so cute? wow. amazing. ten outta ten no notes. kirishima's cheeks are gonna hurt tomorrow for how much he's grinning today. ]
Worth it. [ he laughs, keeping his arms around bakugou. ] We could even do it again.
[ like, he'll need a minute, but damn if kirishima wouldn't be down for a third round. ]
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Date: 2024-12-30 04:48 am (UTC)Kirishima's chest squishes against Bakugou's back and it feels like his dick gets bigger inside as he lets gravity sink him all the way in. Bakugou grabs for the sheets beneath himself, adjusts his legs, opens up his hips more. Fucking degrading. Why did he ask for this? Kirishima better not be looking down on him over this, better not be smirking-
He'd never do that. Bakugou's knuckles go white around the bedsheets as Kirishima picks up the pace, his breath hot against Bakugou's ear as he works. As he tries to keep himself both pressed against Bakugou as much as possible, while still utilizing his hips and legs to pull out and thrust in with steady, mind-numbing power. Force. Not treating Bakugou like he's delicate, almost reckless with the lack of concern, but doing what Bakugou asked him to.
Obeying orders.
A thrill sends a bigger shiver down Bakugou's back than the sensation of Kirishima's cockhead dragging over his prostate like the curve of his dick was molded for the inside of Bakugou's ass. Obviously Kirishima's not doing or thinking about any of that dumb shit, the garbage some other extra would dare consider in a situation like this. Kirishima's following Bakugou's lead, (obeying his orders,) and concentrating on giving Bakugou exactly what he'd demanded.
The shock of understanding makes Bakugou shiver again, and clench all over. It's like- it's like Kirishima's okay with Bakugou using him, because he knows Bakugou wouldn't use anything (or anyone) but the best. Like Kirishima understands it's an honor, like Kirishima understands Bakugou wouldn't demand something he didn't think he was ready for. The security of it, the trust that suddenly seeps into his muscles almost makes Bakugou feel weak with it, and he understands with the kind of clarity that can only come when your heart is trying to pound out of your own chest, that this is what he's been missing these past years.
With that, the last of Bakugou's hesitation falls off of him, and he reaches back with already warming, popping palms to grip onto one of Kirishima's thighs, groaning.] Ah, fuck. Ahh, fuck, Kirishima. [He wants to know. He has to know.] Fuckin- Fucking- Talk, [he gasps, the shocks of Kirishima rubbing constantly at that place inside of him rattling the words out of his reach inside his own head, his toes curling already,] Talk to me, you big bastard. T- tell me it's good. What you want. You fucking- uhn, you asshole, you shithead-
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Date: 2024-12-30 05:38 am (UTC)his focus is instead on the sensations: the way bakugou's ass clenches around him, hot as anything. how tense his back is up against his chest. how soft his hair is against his cheek even as they both get sweaty. how that sweat fills the air with the scent of burnt sugar. how the back of his neck even tastes like it, when kirishima catches it when he drags his teeth over the knobs of bakugou's spine. how his ears ring with the way bakugou moans, swears, says his name. all of it goes right down to his dick, making sure higher thinking doesn't stand a chance.
kirishima's always been a tactile person. he fights and saves and does heroics with his skin, his body, and that's how he's experienced the world, hands extended and heart ready to take. really, sex isn't very different, in that respect.
it's just so much more intense. bakugou demands a lot, and kirishima wants a lot. it's why he's chased after the spot at his side for so long, and now that he's here it makes kirishima feel like he's drunk off it. he focuses on fucking bakugou and the friction on his cock that's unlike anything he's ever experienced in his life in all the best possible ways. no horny dream, no curiosity, could ever come close to the real thing which he fucking has now. that alone is enough to keep his brain from thinking about the burning of his thighs as he fucks bakugou relentlessly.
(if he was thinking, his focus would be on how he makes sure this isn't just a one time thing).
the surprising pops of heat against his thigh that makes kirishima gasp, pulling him out of his daze and stalling. is it good? is it good??? ]
Seriously? [ kirishima's voice is one part exasperated and three parts so damn fond, which bakugou might notice because kirishima is still mouthing at the back of his neck, words coming out between heavy pants of breath; ] 'Feels amazing, Bakugou, you're hot as hell, y'know? Wanna leave you with marks, wanna fuck you so you only say my name. You sound really, really good when you say it. [ no insults, no nicknames - and none of those in this breathy, sex ridden tone for anyone else with bakugou either. ever, if kirishima is really greedy about it. ]
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Date: 2025-01-06 04:06 am (UTC)Bakugou shoves a shoulder back to indicate he wants Kirishima to push back up off of him, to give him a little breathing room. He got the tiddies pressed up against his back, he got Kirishima fucking him down into the mattress, he got that. He still likes it, enjoys it, but now, now he wants to be a shithead. Now he wants to bully Kirishima, just a little.] Kirishima. That it? Or- or, are you lookin' for somethin' more personal? [Kirishima might've slowed but he hasn't stopped, and even though Bakugou's more or less adjusted to his size the slide is still so fucking distracting. He might actually come without a hand on his cock tonight. Unbelievable.] Hmm? Eijirou?
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Date: 2025-01-06 04:38 am (UTC)still, kirishima does sit up some, not wanting to smother bakugou completely if he needs the space, but still holding his hips to keep him just where he wants him. that grip only tightens when bakugou says kirishima in that lip curling, smug satisfaction bakugou likes to have when he gets his way - which, well, in this case kirishima is also getting his way. bakugou sounds hot as hell saying his name like that.
but he is not, in any capacity, ready for how bakugou says eijirou.
bakugou won't see the way kirishima's eyes lose their color from how blown wide his pupils are, and he won't have to in order to realize how much he's keyed kirishima up with just one word. he'll still feel the twitch of his cock and the way he freezes. how for a moment he doesn't even breathe. he never thought, not during their first time, that could he fuck his actual given name out of bakugou. to have it, on top of this everything else today that brought them to this very moment - kirishima has probably never been harder in his life, blood roaring through him as his heart pounds. putting this kind of moment into words is better left for poets, not for guys like kirishima. he's not even going to try. ]
Fuck, Bakugou-- [ he says through a gasp and then picks the pace right back up again, fucking bakugou relentlessly, fueled by hearing his name and the desire to make him come and come hard. hell, if he was that willing to say his name, to give him this - kirishima feels the greed flood through him to reach for just a little bit more.
he tips back down on a thrust forward and bites into the soft skin at the juncture of bakugou's neck and shoulder, leaving a mark that will surely last for days before his voice breaks out of him: ] Katsuki.
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Date: 2025-01-20 10:44 pm (UTC)There's not a Quirk on this Earth that could keep Bakugou silent during that; he tries, god knows he does, gritting his teeth hard as he flails for a second, hand finding one of the bars of his headboard to make a smoking fist around it to hang on. His other elbow digs into the mattress, trying to keep himself somewhat up as Kirishima shoves down into him like he's trying to snap Bakugou's bed frame. Groans and growls eke out from between his teeth until, finally, he has to open his mouth for the extra air and he begins to gasp, sharp uhs punched out of him on every thrust inside.] Fuck- uh, fuck, K'rish- shimmaaa, you f-fucking-
[He can't take it anymore, he can't, he needs to see- he has to see his face- he has to see him, those curiously big (sweet) eyes glaring at him, those soft features the exact opposite of his body, his Quirk- Kirishima's so fucking pretty,, and never did Bakugou think he'd be so desperate to see them scrunched up in pleasure.
Without asking Bakugou gets his elbow back again, shoves against Kirishima hard while moving forward off his dick. The way that cock slides out makes Bakugou whine out a sound he'll deny later, but he barely takes a breath before he's turned around and climbing onto Kirishima's lap, grabbing hold of his cock to angle and slide right back on down to the hilt with a trembling groan.] Uh, fuck, Kirishima...
[-and now they're face-to-face. Kirishima's cheeks are so red, his expression is- it's completely different from anything Bakugou's ever seen before. Bakugou even hesitates for a second, even as he grinds down onto Kirishima's lap, legs spread wide and his own chest heaving, his hands on Kirishima's thick shoulders. He lifts his eyes slowly to Kirishima's before they skitter away, unsure of the intimacy he's just put them in. It felt like a great idea. It is a great idea.
But here, with little bloody puncture marks on his shoulder, Kirishima's cock all the way up his ass, this feels like more- this feels like- he'd turned around because he wanted to see Kirishima's face, that's all, but this feels like something- something that friends with benefits don't do.
Bakugou scrapes his teeth over his bottom lip, one of his hands sliding his hand further over one of Kirishima's shoulders, across his back, up his neck into his hair, making a loose fist there as he finally manages to make eye contact and pushes up a little. Kirishima's cock nudges up inside of him and he shudders, his own dick rubbing up against Kirishima's stomach.]
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Date: 2025-01-21 03:56 am (UTC)however, it is concerning when bakugou is suddenly shoving him back and sliding off his cock. he does let go but for a split second, kirishima freezes (and not just because his lubed up dick feels cold in the air of the room) - was it too much? did he go too far? is bakugou done already? ] Hey, you okay?
[ but bakugou turns around. faces him. and boy, his face is so - it's tense, but he's sweaty and flushed all over and looks absolutely breathtaking. kirishima's eyes go wide, glittering, because suddenly it's so clear now that bakugou is more than fine. that he must like this a lot to suddenly be facing him and showing him well - everything. kirishima gets a clear view of bakugou's hard, leaking cock, the scars, how far down his blush goes, all topped with that fiery gaze bearing into him like it's searching for answers that kirishima desperately wants to give him. it's overwhelming in the best kind of way, especially as it gives kirishima the dangerous thought that maybe, just maybe, bakugou wants the same way he does - for a them.
it's one that can only persist when bakugou's hands are on his shoulders and he drops himself back down on his cock. kirishima groans, hands flying back to bakugou's waist to hold him steady, thoughts of grander emotions falling to the wayside at the very heady sensations of bakugou's cock against his abs and his hand in his hair, tugging him forward in a way that begs kirishima to arch forward - which god, he does - and finishes the pull by reaching down to take bakugou's cock in his hand and catching bakugou's mouth in a heavy kiss.
it's not a graceful kiss. nothing is really coordinated. kirishima is pretty sure he catches bakugou's lip on the points of his teeth, and it's hard to keep the kiss steady when kirishima starts rocking his hips, moving his hand, all the moves fairly uncoordinated but determined as hell so both of them can get off. it's worth it all, because there's a thousand things kirishima wants to say but can't with words; it's so much easier to show how much he missed bakugou, how much he admires him, how long he's waited for this with actions instead. ]
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Date: 2025-01-21 04:30 am (UTC)In a fit of madness Bakugou reaches down with his free hand and grabs Kirishima's wrist tight, pulls his hand off of his own dick and pushes it down further, under his balls, behind; and once Kirishima follows him (obeys, he obeys) and presses against his taint, Bakugou screams.]
Fuck-! Fuck, god-! Ah- [and suddenly Kirishima's cock feels huge inside of him, because he's coming and every muscle from navel to knee has locked up to squeeze down on Kirishima in a crushing grip. The jerks of his hips as he comes what feels like buckets and the pressure of Kirishima's fingers behind his balls nudge his prostate over and over, until Bakugou's sure he's going to pass out, until every sharp, agonizing, beautiful shock that rips through his groin feels like the last nail in the coffin he'd gladly climbed into. Kirishima's monster cock is going to rip him apart and he's going to thank him for it.
Somehow, in some corner of mind where higher thought is still possible, Bakugou swears that if Kirishima doesn't come from this, he's going to climb off him, push him down, and shove his fingers up Kirishima's ass until he's sobbing.]
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Date: 2025-01-21 04:58 am (UTC)it's why of course kirishima follows without resistance. wherever bakugou needs to be touched to come, kirishima will do it happily, touching where he can't see but feeling, viscerally, when bakugou clenches down around him like a vice and his voice rips through the room.
kirishima's eyes go huge, pulling back to watch, to see bakugou as he comes apart because of his cock, his hands, his mouth, all him. he's stunning - there's no resistance, no bravado, just all of bakugou's raw emotions on display in a way that sends kirishima's own libido flying into the stratosphere. it takes over with a loud moan; ] Holy shit, Bakugou, Katsuki, look at you-- [ all reverent and thrilled as he starts to fuck into bakugou again properly, letting go of any semblance of restraining himself and really taking in how hot, tight, and just - fucking incredible this all is.
he buries himself to the hilt inside bakugou as his own orgasm rips through him with earthquake tremors, kirishima gasping as he swears he sees sparks at the edges of his vision. it's probably the hardest he's come in ages, maybe ever, and kirishima has no idea how long he's riding the crest of that wave, rocking into bakugou until there's he's soft and exhausted but so, so sated.
with the last of his energy kirishima wraps his arms around bakugou to hug him in tight, drops back onto the bed, and nuzzles his face in bakugou's hair. sure he's got bakugou's come all over his stomach, sure there's so much mess dripping onto both of their thighs, but kirishima doesn't give a damn. more than anything, he needs to cuddle bakugou, if only to help prove to himself this isn't some kind of dream. ]
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Date: 2025-01-24 04:24 am (UTC)Fuck. He's never let anyone- well. What does it matter? Tonight's a night of firsts. It's fitting that it's Kirishima.]
Big son of a bitch, [Bakugou mutters, almost affectionate as he wraps his arms almost threateningly around Kirishima's shoulders and neck, cradling his head and grinding down lazily atop him as he comes. Kirishima's eyelashes flutter, his jaw flexes at the corners, his hips stutter up into Bakugou erratically until he wilts.
When Kirishima's arms go around him and yank him down, Bakugou lets the fall happen. Kirishima's cock slips out which feels all kinds of nasty, especially when the mess follows, but Bakugou's legs feel like rubber and he can't bring himself to get up just yet to clean either of them up. Just a few minutes. He'll let Kirishima cling to him for a little while, maybe he'll settle up against his side and feel up those abs, squeeze those tits idly (appreciatively) while he allows his brain to slowly, slowly come back online. If Kirishima takes that time to nuzzle his hair like some kind of overgrown dog, that's his business.]
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Date: 2025-01-24 04:54 am (UTC)it's so nice. better than nice - something about this is so easy. there's no nerves, no worries, no thoughts about the future and what's going to happen when kirishima has to hop back onto the shinkansen to osaka while bakugou stays in tokyo. it's just the quiet right now, where kirishima can slowly shift, open his eyes, and look down at bakugou in his arms, against his chest taking in how even he looks as soft and at ease as kirishima's seen him... maybe ever. just another thing that kirishima has now, that part of him wants all to himself.
that, and bakugou's so damn pretty like this that kirishima has the urge to kiss him - so he does, square on his hairline. ] Comfy?
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Date: 2025-02-04 04:28 am (UTC)You got jizz all over the place. [yes even bakugou's cum is kirishima's fault]
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Date: 2025-02-04 04:37 pm (UTC)Worth it. [ he laughs, keeping his arms around bakugou. ] We could even do it again.
[ like, he'll need a minute, but damn if kirishima wouldn't be down for a third round. ]