[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: 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. ]