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Date: 1/21/22 03:45 (UTC)Huh. Guess he's gonna go for it. Bakugou pushed away from the desk, swiveling the chair around to let him get up easily. Kirishima's comment about sticking around post-shower to talk about things pretty much reassures the blonde that he doesn't want to change that habit. That's not at all a topic he wanted to discuss with a bunch of other guys. Even if they are his classmates.]
Not really convincing me to stick around then. [Yeah, he showered quickly and then left. There were better things to do with his time, like study or exercise or train or deal with his own form of entertainment. Never was one for sitting around with the group and having benign conversations about shit. Kind of awkward to be discussing sexual preferences, practices, or whatever else with a group.
that's how orgies start.Bakugou blinks at him when that sudden question stabs right out into the room. He pauses on his way to the bed, looking at Kirishima with a "what the fuck" expression over his shoulder, brow arched towards his choppy blonde bangs. Who asks that kind of question straight up? And if he is, then hell is he glad he doesn't go to those post-shower hangouts. Fuck...
At least Kirishima ends up finding out how ridiculous that question is and more or less follows Bakugou to his bed. (They both had the same idea. Shit.) Still, Bakugou drops on his bed with a huff, slinging his legs up onto it and crossing them at the ankles as he tucks his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. Kirishima sits at the side of it and doesn't get snapped at like other people would. He gets cut so many breaks around Bakugou.
Who is he into...]
Why would I want to talk about that kind of stuff? [Bakugou closed his eyes as a lazy breath drifted out of his lips. It's kind of a wild thought, but you know, when he is going to get another opportunity to open up to this in such a least awkward moment? It's practically inviting him. Ugh, fine.] It's a lot more fun to do it.
[And nudges the back of Kirishima's head with his ankle.]
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Date: 1/21/22 07:37 (UTC)[ Unsure if he was using the word properly, he'd heard Iida use it- once. Nonetheless, Kirishima tried using the right words very carefully. He wanted to be helpful, not weird, or skeevy, in any way!
Quietly lingering on the floor by the bed, he paused to peek up and watch the blonde bunker down behind him, red eyes peering over his shoulder to smile as Bakugou got comfortable-- eyes watching the way his friends arms tensed in the best way, how his biceps shifter a little when he flexed, as his arms swooped behind that ashy blonde hair-- he was so masculine, without even trying.]
because! I dunnooo- nevermiiiind... I'm just saying, if you do wanna, I'm here. For you. [ He really didn't know! He was just use to it. The guys in their class weren't pervs ( besides the grape moron) but, it was normal-- right?-- to talk amongst each other about youth and things of the sort. Even Midoriya had chimed in a few times- mostly asking questions, like always. ]
mm? [Blankly staring ahead as he feels the light nudge to the head, swaying along with the action, slowly turning over to peek from the edge of the bed up over at Bakugou, those ash lashes shut closed so nicely. It took a second to recap in his head what was said...]
[... ]
do what?
[ Sharp crimson eyebrows scrunched up as he staaaaares, utterly confused, from where he sat. His lips lightly parting in a dumb way, brain trying to compute what Bakugou was talking about.
He continues to stare, processing...]
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Date: 1/21/22 18:46 (UTC)[Bakugou gives him a frown as his brows furrow in irritation. Because on the one hand, yeah, that's used like people use it as. On the other hand, does Kirishima know the implications of using that word like that? He's not sure if he thinks the redhead does or doesn't... which is irritating.
Doesn't get any real confirmation from Kirishima either regarding the question. Bakugou's normally direct about what he wants, but he's also got that pride issue when it comes to feeling like he's pursuing someone instead of the other way around. Especially when he kind of expected to get came after. Was Kirishima coming onto him or not? Or was he just dicking around trying to entice Bakugou to do it?
Which also leaves him wondering just what sort of things the redhead's been talking to with the other guys. Doesn't sound like it's been "Bakugou-centric" or anything, but maybe Kirishima's applying what he's talked about to him? Did someone encourage him to ask or something? Or is this the first time the guy's felt comfortable enough to bring up those topics specifically to someone else...
His eyes linger on his friend's head. Noting all those different details. The spikes of red hair and their alternating lengths. The slope of a strong neck and the breadth of his shoulders. Can even see the faint peek of his defined collar bones above the hem of his shirt from the way Kirishima's got his head turned to look over his shoulder at him atop the bed.
Of course that damn face of his is always... attractive. So happy and intense with a mixture of intimidation (teeth) and amiable (eyes and smile). Are a person's neck muscles and jaw flexing supposed to be this distracting? Cause that's where his eyes are going when Kirishima talks to him.
Guuuh, fucking hell! Bakugou rolls onto his side and glares daggers at Kirishima, one knee tented and his unpropped arm slapping a hand down atop the apex of his bent leg.]
Do you wanna fucking talk about fucking or actually fucking fuck, you shit?!
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Date: 1/21/22 20:36 (UTC)talking with your friends? [ Okay so maybe he just had an idea of what it means, but that was besides the point. He'd kept himself put on the edge of the bed even when his head was nudged, but the action had gotten his attention..
Turned slightly to watch Bakugou with curious eyes, still trying to breakdown the question that had been laid on him just a moment ago. But those heavy ruby eyes were piercing through him so intensely, they were making him nervous again-- a small, wavering smile tugging at his lip as he quietly tried to respond-]
to do what- ? ...!
[ Bakugous shift on the bed wobbled Kirishima a little, but he just watched with big eyes as the other snapped at him, this wasn't a regular yelled answer, Bakugou sounded a little angry, or frustrated. And suddenly, after repeating all those 'fucks' in his brain, it felt like the room got heavier, warmer-- ]
h-huh? [ Turning much more towards the blond, who looked so cool on his side like that- Kirishimas throat bobbed again, swallowing dry.
Brain blank, just the crude offer playing on repeat in his brain-
do you wanna fucking fuck?? do you wanna fucking fuck??
do you wanna fucking fuck?? do you wanna fucking fuck--
WAIT- was he asking him if he wanted to do it with someone or do it with him? And did that make Kirishima a little unmanly for not having done it yet? No way! It was manly to wait and do it for someone you really cared about, right? Kirishima had gotten close during his last two years in UA, but, neither had felt right to actually DO anything. Had Bakugou done it? The thought made him a little sad, but right now he kept his lips in a thin line as he tried to process everything-- the room, his feelings, the way Bakugou looked at him. ]
I'd...like to? [ He would have said 'both' but he was sure that wasn't the answer Bakugou was looking for- the idea of...
His eyes fell a little, suddenly turning a little more towards the other boy, bending a knee onto the edge of the bed to more comfortably twist towards the blonde next to him-- awkwardly smiling to the side as he itched at his own cheek.
His other hand pressed on the bed to support himself as he leaned a little, his weight on the bed making it shift, just slightly. And finally, he peeked up, matching Bakugou's red eyes with his own crimson ones. He tried not the sound nervous, but determined- even a little hopeful. ]
... do..you wanna?
[ He was seriously asking his friend, Bakugou, the explosion demon of Class-A if he wanted to do it with him!? He could feel his pulse pounding in his ears, and a nervous excitement rushing somewhere it probably shouldn't be. But in the privacy of the room, and the conversation they were having-- and whatever it was Bakugou was doing to him-- he just couldn't help feel- enticed? ]
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Date: 1/23/22 01:56 (UTC)Who knows what Kirishima had been saying to the other guys, what kind of questions he'd been asking or information he'd been gathering. Was it to prepare for this or was he going to sit there and be content with fantasies in his bed? Bakugou's a fickle person and he's as apt to get pissed at someone praising him as he is being ignored. Go figure.
So if that direct question ends up sucker punching Kirishima in the stomach, good! He's one for action, make a decision and do it, don't come in here and fiddle around indecisively or indirectly assume you're gonna somehow force the decision making onto him. So either come onto him like a man or shut up!
Dumps it right back into Kirishima's lap and now lies there on the bed watching him have a minor brain spasm over what to do with the sudden information. Actually it's kind of cute seeing him freak out like that with a blanked brain. The irritation on his face smooths into a smug, knowing smirk as the reaction plays out in front of him.
Ah... much better. Least it gets the entire thing off him and back on the redhead who brought it in here. Granted, Bakugou's curious about his answer, the hand dangling over his thigh lazily drumming his fingers along the outside of his upper leg. He has his own wonders now that the topic's been breached. Mostly if Kirishima's done anything like that before. Talking about it doesn't mean he has physically.]
Yeah? [He'd like to. That's kind of the answer he was expecting, but it'd be a lie to say Bakugou wasn't a little relieved to hear it. His expression softens just a little, perhaps a tiny sliver of tension in his neck vanishing.
As Kirishima turns towards him and settles his knee on the edge of his bed, he feels the shift of the mattress under his weight and the slight inkling of pressure from the other boy leaning towards him. That hand on the bed also adds to the change in the room, going from confusion to an intention. Which is, honestly, piquing Bakugou's interest.]
Get down here. [That's all he bothers to say before reaching up and grabbing onto Kirishima's shirt. The material crushes into his palm as he fists the other hero's collar and shirt front, then hauls down with his arm, pulling Kirishima from his hand and knee and more or less atop him. Bakugou rolls onto his back at the same time so he doesn't ram a shoulder into his friend's chest, grunting softly as their bodies end up knocking together. But it's enough for him to get the redhead down onto his bed, onto him, and their faces close enough he can feel the heat of his breath on his lips.] Took you long enough to say it, idiot.
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Date: 1/24/22 06:39 (UTC)( Tensing almost automatically, and it felt like clockwork that his quirk sensed him in some sort of danger, or stress, but he caught it-- just in time-- still, the reaction was almost as if it has happened before. How the skin up his back, crawled from hardened back to soft in little pieces, all the way up his shoulders down his forearms, before fading away to soft skin-- again, he caught in time.
But it was still embarrassing!! )
s- ..sorry. UH- ( Leaning up on his arms, which were suddenly over Bakugos shoulders, palms heavy down on the bed beneath them-- this was going so fast, -- even if it had GONE TOO SLOW before! Kirishima lifted his head a little as he watched the blonde settle in there, under him so easily. Where was the Bakugo that hated being pinned on the wrestling matts during training? Where was the Bakugo that cussed everyone out when they belittled anything that had to do with--
he's not saying being on the bottom is belittling!
He's just going through a hundred thoughts in a minute, lips slightly parted as he swallowed a little-- Bakugo was so close, he could focus on those bright red eyes, and when he unfocused-- hell, his eyelashes were so nice looking. )
I-... wait, are you serious? ( Kirishimas voice was hushed, a little tender as he shifted to try and lean most of his weight on a knee, aka a part not pressed down on the other boy ( like his crotch!), in order to take some weight off Bakugo-- who looked perfectly fine, and capable, but still.
Those crimson worrisome eyes shifted from Bakugos beautiful eyes to his lips, then up to the bed beside his friends head, then timidly back to him...
Again, a hundred MILLION things running through his head, his eyes shifted as he tried to put two-and-two together; Was Bakugo into him? Like, in more than a friend way? And if so, for how long?! Why didn't he say anything, or did he?
Had Kirishima missed something?
MAYBE A CLUE??
HAD BAKUGO GIVEN HIM A CLUE THAT HE WAS SECRETLY INTO HIM??
Or, was this just some casual thing? NO! Bakugo didn't do casual things! Which makes since because, if he was into him in a 'let's do it right now' type of way, it was only logical Bakugo would skip a bunch of steps. But-- Kirishima didn't. )
because-
we-... haven't even kissed yet?
( That-- slipped out. But it's what he wanted to say. A warmness returning to his face as he quietly adjusted to slowly shift a little, but carefuly not to lean into Bakugo any more than he had to, his quads and biceps were working double time here! Clearing his throat, he looked at the other boy straight on.)
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Date: 1/25/22 00:54 (UTC)Surprised, huh. [He remains comfortably on his back, the corner of his mouth quirked up in a smirk as he watches Kirishima try to recover from what just happened. Keeps his hand curled in the other boy's shirt to prevent him from pulling away any further than he might. The bed's covers crater under the other boy's palms, and he can feel a few of the radiating lines tickle the back of his neck. As to that question, this wasn't being pinned. He was the one in control right now. Kirishima wasn't trapping him in or anything. Hell, might even be the one trapped despite being above him. Being on the bottom, however...
Cross that bridge when they get there. Red eyes remain locked onto Kirishima's, taking in the sheer revving of those proverbial wheels in his head going so fast in his brain. Closer to his face than he's ever been without some training exercise shoving them together. Are a guy's lips supposed to look that soft?]
You think I'd fucking joke about this? [There's a bit of an edge to his question, one brow dipping slightly as the other slinks upward. He relaxes the grip of his hand, giving the other hero some leeway in leaning back on his knee (thanks for not ramming that into his dick, Shitty Hair).
Bakugou's only patient for so long and he's also not all that keen on someone throwing doubt at him. At the same time, he's not stupid either. Up and grabbing Kirishima, hauling him on top of him right after asking about sex, and now holding him close with that fisted grip, of course it's gonna leave the redhead reeling. Didn't give the other hero an excuse for doubting him though. He's not someone who'd entertain the thought of doing this kind of thing flippantly, much less actually go through with it. (As for clues, no. Absolutely none. Bakugou is far too straightforward and demanding to be bothered with leaving fucking clues. THIS right here is your big fucking clue, Kirishima.]
You gonna change that and kiss me or sit up there and fucking sputter all night? [As if to remind him, he curls his hand in Kirishima's shirt again (that's gonna leave some stretch marks...), suggesting the other boy's not going to be leaving until he gives him an answer. Bakugou meets his eyes with silent resolve, though there's a burning heat in them as his bicep flexes in the arm reeling the redhead in.]
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Date: 1/25/22 22:20 (UTC)( All he manages to let out when asked, mouth moving slowly. While his mind shuffled around every single memory of him and Bakugou together in the past few years to see if he missed anything- any sign that the blonde was waving in his face to show Kirishima 'hey I like you, moron.'
But, there weren't any? MAYBE not normal ones! There was a part of his brain that was yelling at him to get a grip and figure it out quick-- a little part trying to justify Bakugos actions to himself, while anther little red-horned part of him was beating that reasoning side up! Because Bakugo, the boy who caught his eye since day one, had pulled him onto his best and wanted to... kiss him. For no reason.
Then a cool touch on his neck brought his eyes up to meet those ash-blonde lashes, hooded ruby eyes waiting for him to react. Bakugos fingers gripped the neckline of his shirt from the back, and his fair but explosion-exposed fingers felt colder than he'd imagined. Probably because Kirishima felt like a furnace- his skin flushed all over.
There were a lot of new things he was noticing about Bakugo- how his fingers felt rough, probably from all the fire they handled. How his face was SO pretty so up close, how Kirishima liked being on top of him like this. The high from winning dominance on a sparring matt had nothing on this...)
no-! uh ..no. I'm just surprised, dude- ; ( Tensing a little, not wanting to spook off the small chance of Bakugo allowing them to stay like this for a while longer-- unlike the rest of their friends, he wasn't afraid of the grumpy blonde popping off on him. But this was soo different-
Suddenly they were mere inches from each other, and to Kirishimas surprise he was offered the loophole, even if Bakugos tone was on edge- the red head cared about him more than Bakugo would let him admit! And this was a big step for Kirishima! Even if his friend was the type to 'act first, ask questions later' ( Kiri was the opposite!) he knew the explosive blonde was the smartest guy he'd ever known, and extremely thorough about everything...)
I am, hold on- ( Quipping back-- just as frustrated with himself!- but, with a determined brow, his jaw clenching subtly. He's made up his mind! but it still took a little second, cheeks warm beyond belief- swallowing down a hard lump unsuccessfully, hesitating a little as he gently lowered himself, bending the elbows that had been hovering over the other boys head--
It took a split second- but he snapped his eyes up, at the door to see if it was locked ( Denki was soo bad at knocking.) Only then did he look down, dropping both elbows onto the mattress to gingerly put his whole weight on Bakugo, planking over the other boy, and kiss him; oh. His head was slanted just slightly to the left, fitting his hesitant lips into Bakugos firmly awaiting ones- they were so soft.
And suddenly it clicked-- this was probably the best thing in the world, and he wanted nothing more than to snatch it up for himself. )
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Date: 1/26/22 19:42 (UTC)Still, it wasn't until recently that Bakugou actually started to consider 'more' with Kirishima. And while he isn't one to be prudish enough to attach sex to 'romance', he still isn't one to sleep around either. preferring to save that experience for someone he actually likes, regardless of 'dating' status like some would expect.
Hey, don't go thinking he doesn't have a reason for doing this, Shitty Hair! Up and telling Kirishima he wanted to wasn't really a topic he wanted to broach out of nowhere. So waiting for a better opportunity had been sitting on the back burner for a while. And now? Well when the fuck would he get a better opportunity?
There's so much red above him. Crimson hair hanging in spikes framing a scarlet flushed face as ruby eyes stare at him like he's just sucker punched him in the gut. Not surprised to see a pink tongue lurking behind rows of sharp teeth from where the other man's mouth is frozen in that moment of surprise. Is it really that shocking to be asked this? Bakugou has zero doubt Kirishima wants to do this, but... he's certainly being shell shocked about it.]
No shit. [His impatience is starting to curl inside him like the fist in Kirishima's shirt. This isn't supposed to turn into some fucking staring contest while he dares the redhead to act on things he's obviously been wanting to do. Not that he has a real problem looking into his friend's handsome face. Noting all those intricacies, like how his lashes remain black as obsidian and yet everything else is dyed cinnabar.]
I'm waiting... [He says "hold on" like Bakugou's not lying down here for the past minute for his own health. While keeping that fist in his shirt to prevent Kirishima from running. Wants him to make a decision and state it before moving down or up depending on his choice. While the blonde certainly is action before question, he's also not one to suddenly shove a kiss on someone who doesn't want it (someone he actually cares about even moreso). Ruining this for Kirishima isn't a risk he's willing to take. He's taken the first step and brought them this close; now the other boy has to take the next step and accept or decline.
And finally there's some movement as Kirishima leans down, the slow shift of gravity and the unavoidable rush of pressure sweeping up Bakugou's body as the other boy's presence bloomed over him. Like he could feel the heat radiating from his flushed skin collecting on each of his nerves. Elbows bending, his own fist relaxing its grip the more Kirishima sank towards him--
YOU CAME INTO THE ROOM LAST! YOU'D'VE LOCKED IT, SHITTY HAIR! DID YOU?!
That's not a kiss immediately. That's a full body sinking onto him. Guess asking for a kiss was probably a precursory invite to lie on him... Bakugou doesn't care. Once Kirishima's settled atop him, he has no time to admire it because lips are finding his own. A little off center, causing the blonde to tilt his head the opposite way to bring the kiss to a more even lilt. Yeah, to answer his previous question, Kirishima's lips are as soft as they looked. He eased his hand off the man's shirt and instead hooks his arm around his neck, holding him close as one leg snuck around the back of his friend's. No one's going anywhere now.]
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Date: 1/26/22 21:01 (UTC)His mind is waaay too distracted now to worry about anything else other than what Bakugos mouth tasted like-- spearmint? But there was something on those subtly moving lips, chapstick, maybe. It felt so nice, and nerve wrecking. Was he suppose to move his mouth? HIS TOUNGE? But, then his nose was lightly grazing the other boys cheek as Bakugo tilted his head a little, adjusting to the kiss just right. His cheek was so tender- he wanted to kiss it too. To kiss all of it.
Maybe it was because of who he was, or who Bakugou was, but Kirishima felt overwhelmed-- he was basically doing something he thought he'd never get to do! ALL OF A SUDDEN- AND HE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IF THE DOOR WAS LOCKED. But, besides that all the emotions from the past few years- inspiration, affection, attraction- he felt for his friend were all instantaneously gushing out of him in this one indulgent kiss. He just wanted to merge himself into Bakugou, and it showed with the way he pressed his whole body down on the other boy, their middles kneading together, legs coiling...)
mmn- ( With a blank mind, he let out a small, pleased sound as he felt a strong arm hook around to pull him down further, then a leg snaking around and trap him there- which gave him even less wiggle room on top of the blonde. The weight of Bakugos leg shifted them a little, but Kirishima flexed those planted arms just so, enough to keep them in place as he let Bakugo do as he like and adjust himself under him--
Finally he parted their lips: one, to breath and accidentally inhale the other boys breath, if he thought about how lewd it was he'd probably faint, so he focused on, two, the way their legs were tangled was forcing his thigh into Bakugos middle, and vise versa-- okay, bad idea.
He shuddered a little at the thought- don't get a boner, don't get a boner, don't get a boner-- sharp brows scrunching up, struggling.) Bakugo..
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Date: 1/27/22 05:26 (UTC)STOP PISSING ABOUT THE FUCKING DOOR!! You've got him down on his back with yourself atop him and they're kissing and you're worried about the fucking door! Bakugou's dealing with some of his own disbelief, but he rides it a lot better and goes forward accepting this is actually happening. He's wanted to for a while, and now he's doing it. And suddenly it's not just kissing, but Kirishima lowering his entire body onto him and pressing down from his strong chest to his stomach to his hips to his legs to everything. Melding with him into one long touch of warmth to warm and he can't do anything but push up into it.
That groan, he's gonna grab it and hold it close. Encouraging his arm to stay right where it is around his neck, hand curling down to brush at Kirishima's collar bone under his shirt. Oh he's got plenty of wiggle room, so long as the redhead wants to do side to side or buck a little. The option of getting back up, however, is arrested. A little hum of his own brushed through the kiss as Kirishima flexed his arms to keep them from rolling over. Nice...
Lips parted again with a soft sound and he dropped his head a bit more firmly into the bed so there was some distance between them. Enough he could look up and see Kirishima's face. The way his brows are crunching inward towards his brow ridge, eyes hot and cringing. As if something's uncomfortable... Until Bakugou noticed where their legs were. A smirk curved one corner of his mouth and he "accidentally" shifted his thigh.] Yeah?
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Date: 1/27/22 07:51 (UTC)Then the blonde underneath him when on and made a little sound that rivetted Kirishima to the core-- he shuddered after their first kiss ended, his head slowly lulling down, to the left of Bakugos head, by his ear-- quietly whimpering there for a second as he tried to not come un-done just BY ONE KISS??? Oh, but Bakugos voice sounded so good- he chiseled the soft parting of their lips, a little smacking sound, into his brain forever.
Their soft sounds, the kiss, Bakugos stern but pretty face, the leg around his, the smell of burning candy-- all of it! )
mNN-! ( Hips bucked up a little when the thigh moved-- he could feel his gray sweats becoming extremely uncomfortable, the inner fabric too rough against a now very angry (and frustrated) tip. ) d- dude- you're doing it on purpose. ( Whispering a lame attempt to scold, and coerce the blonde into giving him a second, which was hard, since he was now hard-- and Bakugo was clinging to him like a spider monkey.
Hesitantly, he took a shaky but deep breath, turning his face a little to press his nose into the blondes round, cool cheek- he could feel the smirking on the other boys lips. Jerk. Hovering there he moved their hips just an inch up, leaning on his left knee just enough to shift, but keep Bakugos hooked leg in place- the slight tilt allowing Kirishimas right arm to unflex from its spot by blonde hair, slip down smoothly between them, and gingerly pull on the drawstrings on Bakugos sweats first-- crimson eyes hyper focused on the sliver of space between their pelvises. His fingers couldn't work fast enough (he was nervous, but too turned on to think straight!), gently loosing the other boys bottoms just watching the waistband sag and leaving them alone. It exposed the paler skin under Bakugos briefs- the elastic had slipped low on those perfect hip bones-- Bakugo liked letting his pants sag sometimes, and if you paid attention you could see his navel just a litt-
okay, was this something he'd pooossibly fantasized a couple of times in the past? MAYBE.) mn, hold on, i'll- do mine first...;
( Cautiously speaking into Bakugos jaw-- deciding to show Bakugo he could take the initiative-
Shutting his eyes just to get it over with, he couldn't handle those smirky red eyes staring up at him-- shuddering and oh-so delicately sliding off his own gray joggers, the waistband barely slipping down the front so the fabric hooked under the tight package that bobbed out- Kirishima hissed as the dewy tip met the cool air, and the slick, angry head leaned into Bakugos exposed pelvis with a firm, quiet tap-- Overwhelmed, Kirishima let out a low groan, his broad shoulders shuddering as he bent over to curl into the blondes space, face deep in his neck and he squeezed the other boy firmly, the tightness of his dick kneading into Bakugos thigh just making it worse-- he let out lame, needy groan. Bad idea.
don't pass out, don't pass out, don't pass out)
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Date: 1/28/22 17:16 (UTC)Guh, stop complimenting his scent. You wouldn't be saying that after he actually used his explosions, when the burnt sugar part comes through in excess. But the faint lingering tones afterward, yeah, it's gonna be giving that more pleasant olfactory. And he can talk all the shit he wants with his lips, no matter how soft they are! Kirishima's the one who Bakugou should be surprised at how soft his lips are. Considering the guy fights by turning into a fucking chiseled brick! It's... a very pleasant experience.
Just one kiss is enough to make Kirishima come undone? Damn, stroke his ego a few more times why don't you, Shitty Hair. But fuck if that sound the redhead made in his ear isn't enough to have the blonde shuddering from his head all the way down his spine to the extremities of his body. Holy shit, he's not supposed to sound that fucking good. A whimper and a moan in Kirishima's voice is getting branded into his brain forever. Probably not the last one either tonight...]
Heh. [That's a response. From the way the other hero tensed up when Bakugou moved his leg purposefully into that area. Someone's sensitive. Ashen skins skimmed against his pillow as he cocks his head to the side, not even bothering to wipe that little smirk off his face.] Why the fuck wouldn't I? [Don't scold him for doing something they both were curious about. A second's too long to give in this kind of experience, when he wasn't ALL of it NOW. Impossible, but it's a fucking rush.
Still not letting him up. Bakugou's eyes flutter a little as lips and nose nuzzle into his cheek and he moves his hand from Kirishima's collar to the slide of his neck and onto the slope of his trape before scraping his fingers lightly down to the round of a muscular shoulder where he could finally take hold and grasp. Kneading the sinew and definitions over a strong orb of bone, feeling how the striations worked with every breath and flex from the other boy. Hips sliding against each other, bare movements but enough to make his whole self want to burst in sensation. All because someone's lifting their hips and that hand's slipping between them. Bakugou's breath catches slightly when Kirishima gets to the drawstrings of his sweats, an obvious cylindrical mound tenting the black material over his hips. Finally getting the strings undone and the hem of his pants loose enough they could slip down over the curve of his pelvis curve and the beginning cut of his V lines diving down further. (Hey! He's hardly ever going commando and he doesn't let them sag that much!)
But before he could pull them down entirely, only earning the faint gust of cooler air over the previously covered hemline of his waist, Kirishima's stopping and Bakugou's wanting to knee him in the balls for it! He makes a gruff, irritated noise before rolling his eyes so hard it might've been audible.]
Seriously? [But instead, the redhead's taking the initiative, slowly working his lower clothing down as the gray material begins to slope one inch at a time, pulled outward and hitched downward. There's something completely gut wrenching (in the good way) when he hears---fucking hears---his friend's cock slip from the tight material and bob in the space between them. Incriminating hiss from Kirisihima's mouth being one of the last straws to Bakugou's patience. It's the feeling of his cock, thick and hard and leaking already, slotting against the naked flesh of his own pelvis. Shit, he can feel it, the soft meat of his tip compared to just how iron rod the rest is, smooth silk of his foreskin sheathing his dick, how utterly hot he is... Kirishima's curling over him and shoving his face into his neck and Bakugou's having to deal with his half-bared arousal rutting against his thigh getting his pants slick with oozing bliss (not that his own hasn't been making a mess in another area, so...)
With a soft snarl, Bakugou turns his head and bites at Kirishima's neck, breath molten and teeth not hard biting so much as needy nipping. Something to distract himself as he noses into his skin and nuzzles in return. Arm still hooked around his shoulders, anchoring himself to his body with those two stubborn limbs. Before shoving his own hand down. No patience this time. Thumb hooked into the hem of his own pants and with a firm push, hauls the left side down his hips to the middle of his thighs. Leaves the hem askew on his pelvis, but it does fully bare the upper half of his own arousal, finally letting himself free enough to press against Kirishima's groin. Probably adding his own mess of slick emission to the redhead's surface, pink-tipped hardness already glassy from need.]
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Date: 1/28/22 21:42 (UTC)nm, c- ause I'm tryingnottonut-dude;;; ( He quips back quietly, weakly breathing low- maybe he was struggling a little, but the way Bakugos voice rivetted into his ear, so low-- switched on every turn-on in Kirishimas little turn-ons book (which he was discovering had a lot of NEW things in it.)
Slowly he came to his senses again, mostly because for a second the blonde moved under him he thought Bakugo would get a sight of his dick and want to get up and leave-- but the blondes mild shifting continued without removing the anchors he had on Kirishima made him realize he wasn't going anywhere. If anything, the amount of touching and pawing Bakugo was doing on his shoulder felt nice, the light grunts and sounds his friend made peaking interest in the red-head: he wanted to hear more. So he also moved, a little, uncurling himself with a low and shakey exhale he didn't realize he'd been holding in. Finally ducking his chin to peek down, between their pressed bodies to watch as that much fairer arm swoop down without hesitation--
the growl in his ear made him flinch with a little 'd-dude', whispering another hushed groooan when Bakugo BITES him, lightly but still-- this was the freakiest thing he'd ever...done. But, it was working to distract him- he shrugged a shoulder up to gently deter the blonds biting on his neck enough to turn his head agaisnt it, catching those assaulting lips with his own in an equally sloppy way as the bite felt for him (but careful enough not to...you know, the teeth.) Kissing him firmer, this time a haughty moan trembling at the bottom of his throat, a sound that bubbled up from his belly. He didn't even get to look at Bakugos dick, but it was now out and touching against his own-- he felt it, so hot-- and it was the thing that started turning those sexual gears in his brain that like the older teen he was-- started moving too quickly.
He dropped those heavy hips into Bakugos awaiting ones in slow thrust-- breaking their messy kiss to groan, mouth open and a little louder than he intended- but he was pretty much losing his wits from how turned-on he was.) shit- Ba- kugo. ( Kissing and grinding like this was exhausting- his core felt like it was on fire, and his left arm had been holding him up this whole time was so tense! but it felt amazing, and he wanted more...)
this is so good-; mn- ( Breath heavy as he ducked his head again, hooded eyes peering down at the hot mess between them-- shit, he could see the mess on Bakugos joggers-- but he shivered as he finally got to peek at his friends cock, its bright pink head staring up at him in all it's glossy glory- even his dick was nice looking. With his nose pressed into the blondes cheek, he'd keep kissing him but he wasn't sure he could split his focus right now, and right now-- he wanted to come all over the other boy.) mmm, you're the best Bakugo- haa, so good- ( Murmuring dumb nothings into his soft, round cheek as his hand wrapped around both their neglected dicks-- All Might posters please forgive them-- and firmly squeezed up their shafts, the two cocks aligned so perfectly in his fingers, smooth skins accepting the slow pumping motion so effortlessly thanks to the slick that continued to shyly trickle out of the red-head's tip this whole time- and the moan that Kirishima let out...
It was guttural. His tense brow finally relaxing as his hand pumped them slow, steady-- and he pressed his nose under Bakugos jawline as leverage, while his legs slowly parted a little to press a hitched thrust into the both of them. He was going to hump Bakugo into the ground he if let him.)
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Date: 1/30/22 02:21 (UTC)Why the hell would he hesitate? He's got him flush against his body, both of them on his bed, one arm wound about his shoulder and gripping him hard enough to made dents in his shirt sleeve, one leg hooked about his limb and slotting his ankle against the inside of Kirishima's, all to keep the other boy anchored to him while his hand's doing spelunking down between them into the heated cavern of their hips pressing together. Stripping his pants down his hips to bare more of his skin and emerge into that sweltering area is a relief he's not felt yet in his life and god is it amazing to finally feel. Even if, by proxy, the constriction of his pants hemline about his lower pelvis and opposing thigh is now infuriatingly irritating.
Don't fucking 'd-dude' him when he bites! Teeth sink into flesh and muscle, gripping them between his jaws in a mushed-up bunch of warm skin. Nothing to pull it up and do damage, but certainly enough to get a mouthful and scrape his teeth along, leaving invisible lines behind him atop the like tan Kirishima's skin boasts. Until he's shrugged at and nudged off his neck, trading the bite for a kiss as lips find his own and he returns it with a firmer kiss. If he were going to complain of Kirishima's teeth, he would've already. You don't like a guy but only certain parts of him. Swallowing the sound of that moan as it spills out into his mouth, tongue lifting and suggesting perhaps a quick venture out into that molten cavern just outside the lips guarding yet mashing to his own.
Everything breaks off in a sudden grunt of surprise and pleasure when Kirishima abruptly drops his hips into his own. Hel-fucking-lo! It's one thrust, one single slow thrust, and the pleasurable surprise feels like the redhead's shoved all the nerves in his hips and spine straight up into his brain. To say nothing of how his name sounds on the other hero's lips. Fuck... he returns it, Kirishima's name, against his own lips and braces his free leg on the bed to give him some support and return that motion. Arching his hips, pressing up into the other's hips, adding a slow grind back.]
Better than talking, huh... [His words come out heated and broken, though the smirk on his lips into the kiss is still audible in the blonde's breath. When Kirishima drops his head to look, Bakugo follows suit, choppy blonde bangs piercing into crimson strands as the two of them take survey of what's going on between them through matching ruby eyes. Finds himself staring down into the chiseled cavern of their stomachs flexing with each breath, a pair of rounded heads rubbing and oozing each time the flushed organs nuzzle at each other above the hems of very messy clothes. Which should probably be off soon if Bakugo has anything to say about it...]
You're... not half bad y- ngh... yourself, Kirishima... [Managing his name out is a chore in one exhale, but he gets it and bucks again as fingers invade between them to snake around their grinding arousals. That's another new sensation, someone else's hand on his cock, without knowing when and where he's going to grab, stroke, squeeze or move, unlike when he does it to himself.] Ngh- Fuck...
[Has to give ground as the redhead moves his legs, stubbornly clinging to him for a few more seconds until a combination of squeezing stroke upward and a shift of the other teen's hips finally makes his leg lose grip and slide off. Giving Kirishima enough freedom to clamor up into his brace and yeah, he is free to fucking him Bakugo into the bed until it's fucking morning for all the blonde's head can care right now. The oozing sap of his cock is making a mess on the other boy's own and his hand, slicking up between them with each motion. A nose guides under his jaw, a moan seeps into his ears, and Bakugo drops his head to press against Kirishima's temple, nuzzling and kissing at the sensitive skin over and over with his breath arrested and caught with each motion.]
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Date: 1/30/22 04:20 (UTC)Besides, mind bogglingly painful bliss.
Every little detail between them just now making him move a bit faster, a bit more frustrated, and a little bit more needy with every taste and sound he got out of Bakugo. The boy under him was rejuvenating every part of Kirishima, and he didn't know why. Bakugo was rough, tough, loud, explosive! And right here beneath him he was also molding himself into something so attractive it was making his spikey-red head spin.
Their warm breathing, Bakugos biting thing- what was that? Their sloppy kiss, he even felt the blondes warm, wet tongue take a peek before their kiss ended. Gods, he wanted to taste it too--)
f-..uck.; nh- m-mhm.( Kirishima nodded his head in short, feverish nods at everything-- being pent up, yup! better than talking!-- Yes, and he was never going to compare the two again! Bakugos sultry, raspy voice in his ear was a surprising delight, it made his dick ooze precum like it was a natural response built into his brain already. And now Bakugo was watching between them two as well, with Kirishimas wet hand now squeezing up their sappy wet heads, with his thumb gently kneading into the blondes tip and doing to him what Kirishima liked to do onto himself-- he got a jerky thrust in return. That only invigorated his wrist motion. Keeping the rhythm smooth-- getting grunts, small noises and having his hand clumsily fucked by Bakugo all the same time as a reward. )
Eijirou. ( He corrected him, tone low but breathy. Smoothly stopping the repetitive jerking of their cocks to push himself up in one motion: he wanted more. right after feeling Bakugo relax under him, that strong leg haven slid off just a little giving him a short second to move around again,( at least now he knew what it took to get the feisty blonde to loosen up). Leaving their dicks slotted, soft groins squished plush together right under, noticing Bakugos pair was attractively rosy, compared to the rest of his body.
He bent his head to reach back and peel the limited edition shirt off his back first, yanking it halfway off his now messy red mane as he grunted-- struggling with his head stuck in the collar for a quick second, he was rushing--) nh- youcan- .. you can use Eijirou- ( Shirt off, his sweaty chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath now- clearing his dry throat( adding a small 'if you want') as he tried to waddle in his knees. Pulling their horny middles apart-- his own dick curved up to lull by his lower belly-- as he reached up to pull Bakugos pants off carefully, but definitely. Making a half-ass attempt to neatly push them aside as he turned his attention back to his own which he pushed down, crawled over, and slipped off faster than he'd ever done before-- CHUCKING them somewhere.
No underwear in sight. Yes, he slept commando.
Being totally naked had never felt so lewd. Slowly crawling closer, and he could feel the warmth they were generating, it felt so good as he lowered himself back to where he'd been, Bakugos legs felt different without clothes. But he still wanted them around him, so he gently cupped them by the knees, pulling him closer over sweaty sheets to guide his legs where they belonged around him again. Kirishima took his time, even if his balls were screaming at him, to slide hot palms up those toned, pale thighs so lean with muscle-- his dick twitched. )
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Date: 1/30/22 20:39 (UTC)Don't fucking get on his case about biting... It's a fucking possessive claiming marking thing and he's going to do it until Kirishima tells him to fuck off for it! Still tempting with the idea of shoving his tongue right into his friend's mouth. People do that, right? That's a thing with kissing, yeah?]
Haa... haa... ngh... [No point in trying to talk right now. He'll speak with his body and those breathy noises the other boy's wrangling from him. How the hell could Kirishima go from the loudmouth macho guy who's been counting his reps in the room beside him until Bakugou has to go shove his damn headphones on suddenly start producing the same voice, but so much more attractive? Deep, breathy, rough, hot, virile and arousing. Of course it turns him on, it's going to turn him on again at inopportune times, his dick's already throbbing almost every time the other hero breathes, or every time he feels another hot gush of his precum seep out over his tip. Slick noises mingling with the visual proof of them both being hard up for each other and making a mess as well... Bakugou jolts as a thumb presses into the wet shroom of his tip, one knee popping up beside the other boy's thigh and his hand digging into his shoulder. Fuck-! ]
Eijirou... [Fine. It feels weird to say his given name but here in the privacy of his room, making out with him atop his bed, is it really so bad to give into that familiarity? Bakugou's breath breaks from the kiss as everything stops with the other boy shoving himself up. Instead of the repeated rocking and rutting, he's instead treated to the sight of Eijirou grasping the shirt in hand and hauling it up and over his head. Halfway first to get stuck like a dork-] Heh, dumbass. [-getting caught in his shirt. And then off, leaving his red hair to bounce a bit and baring that glorious sweat-slick chiseling of muscle beneath. Bakugou's seen it so many times before, but this time is completely different from previous iterations. A swallow dips his throat, visibly flexing the cords under his skin, and both crimson eyes take unashamed wanders from collar to hips and back up again, mapping sculpted pectorals and defined abs beneath that fair tan of his flesh. Damn...
All swept to the side when Eijirou makes to grab at his pants instead and pull.] Fucking ask next time! [Yeah, "next time" because he's not stopping him now and definitely is planning on doing this again. Legs flipping upward when the other boy pulls at his limbs, shucking the material down and of his ankles and letting his legs drop back on the bed. No point in snarling about it now because his attention's caught again by those hands grasping at the redhead's own pants... One shove and curl and shuck and now Bakugou's left staring at Eijirou in full naked glory. His throbbing arousal standing against his stomach, glistening with smeared precum, those strong legs flexing as he rolls forward onto his knees. Shit... bastard went commando compared to Bakugou's remaining boxer briefs... Sometimes the blonde sleeps in the buff, but this is not one of those nights.
And he instantly fixed that problem, grabbing at his underwear and shoving it down his legs before Eijirou could lean back over him. Didn't care where then ended up as he eased back on the bed, completely naked and panting softly as his eyes raked up to the other teen's face. Easing backwards as Eijirou crawled over him, one leg tenting a bit before sliding down when their skin touched. One place after the next, sealing together in a warm kiss. Hips against hips, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, legs sliding against legs, arms brushing and eyes meeting as their bodies connected once again. Yeah... the redhead's body felt completely different between his thighs when he wasn't wearing anything.
Bakugou's breath slipped from his lips, eyes never once leaving his friend's as hands slowly cupped him under the knees, brushing at the twin tendons flexing there before pulling. His heel skimmed the sheets, ankle slid against a calf, and the blonde slowly wrapped his arm around Eijirou's shoulders as the redhead encouraged his legs to wind around him again. The lazy way he did it felt amazing, from how he could feel the other boy's hips skimming against his own and the glide of his calf against the back of his as he hooked one leg around Eijirou's, but the other hitched up further to hike around the hero's strong hips. Wrapping around him, holding him close as Bakugou pulled him down atop him, pressing flush to him and grinding from head to toe, naked and hard and hot and wet, against him.]
Katsuki... call me Katsuki, Eijirou.
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Date: 1/30/22 22:31 (UTC)Bakugo looked so erotic like that.
The attraction he'd felt for the other boy had always been justified by how strong, manly, and confident the explosive blonde was. Now, it felt like someone tied all that stuff up with a beautiful fancy bow, sprayed it with a brule'd scent, and put in on naked lap for him to open up to his hearts content. Then Bakugo took off his undewear-- Kirishimas eyes following every movement like it was a study sheet: watched as that round, toned butt hitched up to slip the fabric off , then pulling it off his firm legs. God that was hot! )
mm-! ( They were kissing again. He'd managed to crawl ontop of the other just in time to get anchored back down by Bakugos flexed arm-- that felt strong around his neck, and shoulders. Unlike his legs, those stayed soft, maneuverable, they allowed Kirishimas hands to cup and guid them where they belonged with those thighs squeezing him in the middle- like he'd wanted them to. Long limbs with hot skin, rubbing sweaty against his own.
And his butt. Kirishima moaned into their kiss as his hands somehow found themselves slipping down those thick thighs, sloping right between the bed and muscle, and molding into the curve of Bakugos firm ass. He squeezed the tissue firmly, lifting the other boys lower body as he ground down with his own-- kneading their middles together. ) s-..hiiit. ( His neck craned upward, breaking their new kiss sloppily to moan out into the room, it felt like grinding down on him like this would milk their middles to completion if he did it again. So juvenile, and inexperienced, but he knew enough that this shouldn't be IT.) haaa... w- we should do it- ( He's still whispering between their mouths, mumbling into Bakugos hot lips as he tried hard not to break their messy kiss, hips still thrusting in a slow languid motions, slowly rocking the blonde into his twin matress-- his burning tip drawing clumsy lines, back and forth on Bakugos navel. But he wanted to do more, so he'd ask--
But then-- Katsuki.) ... .. huh-? ( A little dazed he stared down at the other boy who lazily curled himself around him like an octopus, and Kirishima stared a little. Pink cheeks, lips parted enough for the tip of his pearly whites peeked out-- he wanted him to use his first name too. Katsuki. He already liked it, it rolled off his tongue. Kirishima nodded dumbly. ) okay. Katsuki.
( He LOVED saying that name, it did things to him-- red brows scrunched together, firmly pressing up into Katsukis sweat glinted body, head tilted to clasp their mouths together again, this time with parted lips to let his words seep into the blondes-- maybe he'd try that tongue thing again-- but Kirishima was simply too distracted. Over stimulated to do anything besides saying the boys name between each kiss, matching the name with each pump of their hips-- 'katsuki, katsuki.'
Reluctantly releasing one of his boys plump cheeks as he mumbled his little love mantra, slipping the hand between their musk riddled middles to firmly grab his own shaft, it was burning from neglect, and nervously curved it down-- he had to break their kiss for a second to focus, pressing his forehead into Bakugos to steady himself as he gently, and blindly, slid the head of his cock further to squeeze it between those plump glutes...) hn-...can I? ( He had to ask! Lingering there, there noses nudging together- even if Bakugo said No, Kirishima would be happy, they could continue this clumsy wrestling sessions they were doing- kiss until they both felt pleased; but he had to try, fucking Bakugo into the mattress after all of this felt like the ultimate plus ultra move to say the least.)
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Date: 1/31/22 22:06 (UTC)Actually, fuck 'better'; Kirishima looked so god damn hot like that, he would've gotten hard in an instant.
If Kirishima thought he was going to get out of this room any time soon, hell even off the bed or away from Bakugou, he's quickly reminded that's not the case. Muscular arm around those broad shoulder, a strong leg hooked around the redhead's toned limb and defined hips, all of it to give Bakugou anchor to hold him close and haul him right down onto him again. Press flush to his body, suck his breath out in a groan at the sheer pleasure of feeling skin on skin. God, one taste and he's wondering how he ever held back.
He grunted sharply when fingers shoved between the sheets and his skin and Kirishima cupped the rounds of his ass cheeks. Both mounds hardened immediately, hollowing at the sides from the flex before relaxing again so the blonde could push back (down) into his friend's hands. Squeezing him and lifting him up, causing Bakugou to cling to the redhead even more with his anchoring limbs like a damn spider monkey. Hell if he wanted to lose any point of contact with Kirishima for even a second.] Damn... Ei... ngh...Eijirou... guh... there- [That's what he wanted. Hips fitting together, arousals rubbing along each other, spreading a slick mess everywhere. Already tense and throbbing, right on the edge of what he knew would happen if they kept stimulating themselves too much. Wait, Shitty Hair's saying something and he's actually struggling to listen to it. "Do it", he says right before the explosive hero fisted a bunch of that red hair and pulled him right back in for another hot kiss. Talk into his mouth, idiot; he doesn't fucking mind.]
But then--? [Bakugou prompts him with a minor bite of irritation in his voice, masking most of it with the breathless inhales as he kissed him open mouthed and messy. Yeah, giving him permission to use his first name was a pretty hot and very special thing, but enough of that. Move on with the thought! Or don't. He's having too much fucking fun grinding against him, thrusting his cock into the lines of Kirishima's pelvis, occasionally landing the oozing tip somewhere on his lower abs. Much better.
His name soaked into his ear over and over with each thrust, as if Kirishima was using it as a mantra timed with his rhythm. Bakugou's eyes fell shut, his chest heaved with each panting breath, hips pumping up into the other's hand as his fingers raked down the back of a sweaty neck. Pushing into his nape, between his shoulder blades, feeling the sinew and lines of his back muscles flexing under his fingers as he chased droplets of sweat down his body. Tongue? Kiss? Suddenly that was all forgotten when the redhead dared to take his hips off his own, peeling away from the slick mess between them...
But the protest didn't come. Mostly because that hand was releasing him, gripping himself, and suddenly Bakugou felt the plump head nudging between his cheeks, oozing syrupy pre all over his skin and dribbling it down his perineum and something far more sensitive. Forehead to forehead, face flushed and molten breath gushing over his friend's parted lips, eyes barely open despite the sudden catch of his breath as Kirishima pushed his cock right up against him.
Okay... this was a time to ask. To go from grinding and kissing and rutting together to sudden fucking? Hadn't even touched himself, hadn't bothered prepping, and here was this god damn hot asshole ready to shove that big soaking thing right inside him. Bakugou tightened his legs around him, tugging at his hips and the back of his thighs, pulling with his arm as he finally looked up into the crimson eyes above him. Hell with it. He knew his answer the second he felt Kirishima slip between his glutes.]
Yeah... [comes out on one single breath, boiling against the redhead's mouth as he rocks into him, making sure his friend's tip finds its way to rub against the sweat slick circle of pinching muscle. Nudging his hips until he feels it denting against the pressure pushing at him, wanting entrance.] Haa... nh- go on... Fuck me.
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Date: 2/1/22 06:02 (UTC)Falling head first, gripping and pawing as he fell for any skin, lips, or taste that was Katsuki. Embracing every soft sound, rough grunt, hiss, and bite the blonde gave up...
They'd made a mess between them, their middles damp, hot with a raw hue to their inner thighs. His dick? No different. Taught and bothered painfully as it gently slipped to press gently into Bakugos hidden taint-- he stayed put as they caught their breaths, meekly watching Bakugos half-lid eyes stare back up at him, those intense red eyes drilling into his silently as a hand firmly balled up a grip of his hair, catching him by surprise.) h-haaa, Katsuki-; ( Not really wincing, but his neck craned back to expose his adam's apple, exhaling low husky breaths, it kind of felt hot when Bakugo pawed at him-- kept touching him where ever he could reach-- he settled on letting the blonde do as he wished. Slowly down turning his head, pulling agaisnt the grip on his hair to show Bakugo he was okay with it and looked down between them once again...
Down to where their noses where brushing together, offering a kind response to Katsukis rough offering.
About to go in for another open mouth kiss, then halts- feeling the blondes flushed lips answer back 'fuck me' against his in the most lewd way possible- his balls tighten under his palm. Panting slowly, as if breathing was really going to help his sex fogged brain at this point-- he was about to fuck Bakugo Katsuki. )
haa...nm- okay-
( Raspy voice quivered against Katsukis plump lips, it was like the last switch in Kirishimas flicked on- because suddenly he was on all three, the hand that had been squeezing firm ass cheeks now hoisting him up a bit, on his elbow again-- Gods, he was going to be sore on his left arm-- low enough to keep their faces from parting-- no way was he doing to not kiss Bakugo while he fucked him-- but enough space to curve his middle and see what the hell he was doing. With that curve of his, he pushed his knees into the mattress a little for leverage, and since the blonde refused to pry off, Bakugos waist curved up along with him. The movement made the leg not clung around him spread out further apart, enough space to let Kirishima see what he was about to push into spread before him like in some pervy video...
He sat propped half on his knees like that for a short moment, the action made the blondes ass lift up a bit to adjust him, then leaning back on his haunches to focus-- brows determined, gripping himself a little too firmly- earning him a short trickle of pre right down to glaze Bakugos tightness, he'd skipped so many steps ( he forgot okay!)-- he swallowed hard, trying hard not to come just from the view. Slowly slicking the swollen head down the tight ring with gentle pressure-- a moan vibrating up his throat at the sensation-- the texture making every muscle shudder in his body causing shivers to crawl up Kirishima like his quirk would. Then he froze, mumbling a soft 'shit' when the tip bent, meeting with resistance-- ) you're so good, Katsu-... Katsuki, you feel so- nm, good.
( He wanted to ask, ask, ask more. If he was sure- if he was doing it wrong, but when it came to Katsuki he couldn't help but be selfish sometimes. This was the ultimate piece of Bakugo that no one else could have-- at least not right now, in this moment.) Katsuki- nnm... ( He pushed it in, slow but firmly. The head of his cock felt like it was getting squeezed, and he growled down into the blondes jawline, FUCK- he forgot-!) l-lube... nnh- fuck- ( Of course he remembered right now- when the tip of his cock was melting into Katsuki,the precum his dick was drenched in helped, but oh you dumb idiot-- how was he suppose to know he was going to get laid?!
He didn't move, pressing his nose into Katsuki's warm cheek to groan into it-- this. was.the.best.feeling-- but it fucking felt so intense.) uuhnnn.. so...g- ood. ;;
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Date: 2/1/22 20:37 (UTC)Thank fuck for them being virulent enough to make such a mess. He was kind of stupid for wanting to take Kirishima raw in the first place, but to do it dry? Hah! No. But there's a hell of a surge in his chest when he feels the other boy press down the run of his taint, smearing fluid all over the sensitive skin before finally getting to that one area far more sensitive than that. Forcing his breath not to catch too hard in his throat, eyes lifting to watch Kirishima's own all half-lidded and burning despite the aroused haze fogging them up. Bastard had no right being that damn attractive.] What're ya waiting for, Eijirou? [Bakugo's voice is a thick snarl, lips curling away from his teeth as he lifted his hips and angled them just a bit more. Impatient offering if anything.] Shove it in.
[Even as he said it, there was still a pause because the other boy felt it necessary to tug against the grip on the back of his head, sliding red hair through the blonde's fingers so he could look down between their bodies once more. Same slick, chiseled cavern, save for the lower "floor" now being tilted up slightly in an incriminating angle, and one of its previous turgid occupants no longer rutting against the other. His nose brushed against the redhead's and he didn't stop a light, rare nuzzle to try and encourage him to move forward. Probably going to regret this in the morning, but fuck if his brain was thinking of that now. He's eager, he's horny as hell, he's turned on hard enough it fucking hurts, and logic's gone out the window in exchange for skinship with his best friend. His dick twitched at the thought of it, preucm spurting onto his abs and pooling in his navel. Shit...
Bakugo presses his teeth together as movement shifts all of a sudden. Knees and an elbow on the bed, his legs jumping a bit against Kirishima's hips and calf, has to step down on the back of his leg--maybe his ankle, doesn't know--to brace himself as well since this red-haired idiot thinks he's gotta use his hand to hoist him up instead of, you know, letting the blonde do that... Except Bakugo's not stopping him because getting fucking hoisted up by the ass is kinda fucking hot. Foreheads pressing together, his knees tenting on either side of his friend's body as he dropped his gaze and looked down between them, athletic hips curved up to slot against muscular thighs and slide against Kirishima's lap. Getting him into position. Hell no he wasn't gonna pry off! Fucking strangling him like vines at this point! Save for that knee falling away from the other hero's side, spreading him open and giving a clear shot right into--
Wet, trickling down over him, all he can think about, brain shorting a bit. All at once his mind summons up everything they probably should've done--talklubetonguelubefingerlubefingerslubestretch--and the visible star between his cheeks squeezed inward, tightening up on instinct as the broad shroom of flesh nudges at it over and over. Coming right now would fucking ruin him... Up and down, slicking his skin as Kirishima dragged his tip over his entrance in a steady mantra, encouraging him to relax a little. Wrinkled flesh began to soften a bit, a tight pinch relaxing to a softer grip that gave slightly against the leaking slit of his head. God, it was so smooth... and red... and warm... and wet... pressure!]
Ngh! [First time, denting inward a little, fingers curling in Kirishima's hair on instinct.] Stop... haa... fucking waiting, Eijirou. [Voice shivering, but still hot and wanting.] Feels good. [The smearing and brushing part. Never really thought he'd be giving his virginity over to Kirishima, but then again, there's no one else he'd rather let have it than him.] Ei-- ngh! [Shutting up! Teeth grit tight again as that bullet-shaped flesh pushed in. Demanding entrance and denting his ring inward with that slow but firm pressure. Muscle gripped, pinching at his head and squeezing him stubbornly. Bakugo dropped his head back on his shoulders, hissing at the sensation of feeling something pushing in there for the first time. Body says it's not supposed to go there, but brain says it IS!] You... fucking stop right now... and I'll kill you-! [Screw lube! This was fine! He could take it! Already Kirishima's head was splitting him open, taking time to sit the tip right there in his ring, encouraging him to slowly open and start sliding his entrance further back on his tip. He can almost feel the soft flare of his crown just kissing the stretching rim, waiting for him to... just... pop it in.] Guh... big...
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Date: 2/2/22 07:38 (UTC)Panting slowly, trying not to move but his dick kept twitching, stubbornly taking the pressure everytime Bakugos body pushed against it-- the way it wrapped around him--) u-uhhhnnnn- Ba- Bakugo? ( Groaning pathetically as he sat there in his haunches with only his dicks tip inside him, fighting agaisnt Bakugos stubborn hole to keep it pressed in there. It was his fault for not thinking about lube sooner, for not remembering to do any of those things they should have done to prepare-- but never in his mind did he believe he'd be having sex-- not today! not this year! And no one told you how fast it happened, how hungry you could get for it. Swallowing, his throat bobbing up, too afraid to move and hurt the other boy, but his dick was screaming at him to push in, or get out.
They lingered like that for a moment, Bakugo growling and hissing under him- god, he wanted to go back to making them both feel good- but then that visceral threat was grunted up at him-- Kirishimas brows hiked up high-- he was getting permission! so clenching his jaw, head tilting back down to look at Katsukis pretty red eyes, totally not caring his hair was getting pulled- panting between his words) i-i'll go slow... mnh-- just, tell me to stop nm, whenever... okay? ( No way would he add anything close to 'if it's too much' or something-- Bakugo would just see it as a challenge, and stubbornly keep going. Kirishima wanted this to be good, nice-- yeah, it'd started out raunchy as hell, but with the way Katsukis face twisted, the way his lips pursed and snarled when the head finally slipped in. He wanted to see more of it, but only if Katsuki was enjoying it as much as he was.
Slowly, and by slowly it felt minute- Kirishima meticulously slid his dick-guiding hand over Bakugos tenting thigh, on his right side, sliding his palm down that hot skin until it was curving over the firm mound that was Bakugos ass cheek. Cupping the whole piece, squeezing it, then pulling the mound gently to spread Bakugo a bit more- the motion simultaneously pulling at the puckered ring that kept twitching, clamping down on his denting dick-- then he pushed ) uuuuhnnn- ( Holy shit- it slid in half way, slow , and Kirishima trembled at the hotness, with a raw throaty sound vibrating out of his sweaty chest and up to Katsukis beautiful ears...)
ho- hoooo, fuuuuuck-
( He was whispering again, his black eyelashes fluttering to shut closed from the velvety sensation wrapping him up, a hotness so good it made his mouth fall open. then the feeling of Bakugos body spreading open for him, giving enough stretch to let the rest of it shove in-- with a painful tightness that had Kirishima opening his eyes again, seeing stars. Katsukis body was molding its self around him, like the perfect fit-- ending when his soft sack meet Bakugos cheeks with a soft slap, completely plugging the blonde boy under him to the rim-- those red eyes fluttered open when he realized his hips wouldn't go further, chin tucking down to look as he exhaled a shaky breath-- whispering )
holyshit,itwentin- ( Maybe it was pure happiness, or the adrenaline of having unprotected, unprepared, sex with his best friend for the first time ever in the middle of the school-week, after having had the sloppiest makeout, jerk-off sessions [ever!]; but, his hips started moving. His heart was so full, he wanted to kiss him again, so he pushed down into Katsukis lips, bending the blonde boy in half in the process, hoisting him up to keep them connected by the ass-- kissing him hard, sideways and messy again.
Then his hips started going, like a young rabbit, short and jerked thrusts into the other boy, the sound of of their moist middles slapping together -- Oh. Ooooh) uhn-- Katsuki, KatsukiKatsuki-
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Date: 2/4/22 18:06 (UTC)Shit, felt him twitching inside, the pulse of his dick against the rim of his entrance, sitting just shy of being completely thrust through the grip of his muscle. Instinctively he wanted to push out, use his muscles to expel him cause damn, he's big it hurts and it's weird but hot. Somewhere his mind grabbed onto Kirishima's voice and he dropped his head to the pillow, bangs covering his eyes above a flushed red face.] E... Eijiro... M'fine. [Managing that out stubbornly because hell if he's gonna end up looking weak in front of him. Shut up! Stop thinking about "fault" cause neither of them opted for lube and now his dick's in his ass and there's no stopping it cause neither of them planned this! Didn't expect it, but here they are, naked and entwined together, Bakugo's legs hiked up around Kirishima's hips, his friend's heat pressing into him waiting to go even further.
Of course he gave him fucking permission! You think he's gonna wuss out over this kind of thing?! He told him to "fuck me" earlier and he's not backing out! Red eyes opened halfway, glaring up through his ashen blonde spikes, watching those red brows jump up on Kirishima's forehead. Gave his hair another squeeze and tug to remind him not to look down on him about this. And he tightened his legs around his hip and thigh as well, just in case the other hero had any ideas about pulling back.] Fuckin shaddup- ah-h... I'll say stop if I... want. [Broken voice, but still demanding that respect. Part of him definitely wanted to tell him to just shove it in, get it over with, but some part of his brain still wanted to walk tomorrow.]
Fuck! [Bakugo twitched his head back into the pillow, teeth gritting and breath seething between them as that hovering stretch in the middle of his hole nudged forward, a final widening stretch before the hero's crown slipped in with a so-good "pop" he felt all over his body. Made him jump, dick throb, toes curl, fingers fist, legs tighten, abs flex, breath catch. But for all the fucking pain, a small good feeling of satisfaction burned in his chest.
Fingers wandered over his thigh and the lines in his leg rippled under his skin and Kirishima's slicked digits, nerves perking up and reacting to each inch his hand took from his thigh to the curve of his ass. The mound hollowed at the outside when Bakugo tightened the muscle, reacting to those damn squeezes and pulls until finally he relaxed a bit and allowed the redhead to drag the muscle to the side a bit more. Felt it spread him open, draw the ring of muscle throttling Kirishima's tip a little more taut around him. Warm air ghosting over his skin and making him shudder as his ring instinctively pinched at the mast forcing it to stay open.] fuckinghell- [Inching its way in one after another, spreading his walls open and pushing that squelching tunnel further apart. He could feel each glide tending his muscle inward, veins and that prominent tube on the underside punching their way through. Feeding his goddamn dick inside him. Bakugo's skin crawled against the pain, felt like he was getting split in two, but he kept his mouth shut, teeth bared and eyes squeezed tight, traitorous dick spurting precum all over his abs in spite of his virginity being slathered all over his best friend's cock.]
ngh... ah-, haa... fuck-! [Bakugo's voice joined Kirishima's in that lewd whispering, eyebrows drawing together and his toes curling so hard a few cracked. Feeling that soft skin of his dick against his own was nothing compared to feeling how smooth he was gliding along the insides of his body. Silken almost, trailing behind that spongy meat of his ruby-flushed head. Scalding almost, like a branding iron, but amazing all the same. Wait- he's braci--] AH!! [Bastard just shoved the rest in! Bakugo's eyes snapped open wide, mouth dropping in a shout of bliss and agony. Everything went short circuit inside him, legs snaking iron tight around his lover's body and seizing up on him. Muscles fluttered and rippled all over the redhead's cock, spasming in mounds from head to root as it clung to every damn inch and detail of him. His cheeks sending all those victorious signals to his brain when Kirishima's heavy sack nuzzled soft skin and round orbs against them. Filling him up completely like the best damn plug in the world. His chest arched upward from the bed, hands crushing Kirishima's hair in one and his wrist in the other as he strained beneath the redhaired boy above him.]
fuckfuckfucknoshitfuck-! [Like a mantra, trying to breathe and recognize the sheer accomplishment of that feels-like-its-fucking-huge dick fully sheathed within him. "it went in" he said and that's stupidly hot and cute at the same time. Somewhere in his mind he also realizes it's skin to skin, not even a condom, and Bakugo knew immediately he certainly didn't mind. He was with his best friend, having sex with him, didn't prep for this at all, and now he's connected with him like this--] Ngh! [And he's starting to move! Oh, no just his top half. Bakugo released his hair and instead slung his arm fully around Kirishima's shoulders as he leaned down to kiss him. Legs slowly unlocking from their wrap around his hips and thighs and instead lifting his feet into the air as his boyfriend bent him in half so they could lock lips and make out again. Hips slotted into his, kissing him hungrily, heavily, head tilting a bit to deepen the kiss, ignoring the saliva trailing out the side of his mouth. Breath puffing out when Kirshima began to hump him like a fucking rabbit.] Eijiro... uhh... fuck... fuck, Eijiro-!
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Date: 2/5/22 00:12 (UTC)They'd curled into each other, with him pushing down into Bakugos warm body which greeted him with mild shudders, grunts, and unhooking those pale legs from around his hips to simply dangle off him in the air. So hot. The shift in position let him stand of his haunches for a bit, he had to kiss Bakugo more before he kept going, his dick inside him twitched every time the blondes tongue met with his, when their mouths needily met after a breath, and the way Bakugos lips grunted out his name with such a lewd want at the end made Kirishima tense-- feeling the hotness of Katsukis insides clenching down on him, riveting around his melting cock-- )
nNNh-! Ha- Ba-... Katsuki-- holyshit, you're so hot...
( Pawing at Katsukis ass with both hands, when did the second hand get there? He couldn't tell you, it was a natural place for his grabby hands to go-- flexing both arms, toned and hard to pull squeeze those pale cheeks, hauling Bakugos ass upward every time he thrusted down into him, he felt the way the other boys legs now hiked in the air every time their bodies humped eagerly together. SO, Hot. His core was burning from having no arms to hold him up now, but it was either kiss Katsuki lovingly while fucking him, now... or finish without a wet kiss.
Panting, their lips pulling just a hair apart, halflid eyes watching Katsukis uncomfortable sneer, watching his blond brows get softer the longer time went on, he was suppose to like it? To feel good? He slowed down his juvenile thrusts for a second, shifting gears to deliberately pull out slooow, in one steady motion-- just half way. Shuddering as he did it, eyes pinching shut, he was going to come right there if he didn't FOCUS! Kirishimas hushed breath tickling Bakugos chin, shakily trying to assure the other boy of his actions, of his concerns- ) slower? mn- does it hurt? tell me what, nm... to do, okay?
( Murmuring into Katsukis flushed cheek, while his strong hands massaged the blonds rump, he knew his ass must hurt- so he tried to aid the other my holding him in place, pawing and kneading the muscles there with as much intention to comfort him, as to feed into his own devilish thoughts-- he loved Bakugos butt, the way it looked in his tight uniform, in joggers.) m-mnnmm, you're so hot Katsuki-- so good. I'll go slow-
( He promised-- but, pushed in again. What happened to tell me what to do? He couldn't stop moving! Precum seeped out of the tightness, tears peeking out of Katsukis twitchy edges, naturally trickling down the slit between those lush cheeks he kept manhandling in rhythm with each small perky hump-- the sounds they made together, had his brain fogged up in that pre-climax trance that had him mumbling-) sogood, so good--mn... mn, you feel so good Bakugo- ( His actions not matching his kind words from before as he pulled out, a little bit rushed- red brows scrunching up at the wet sensation between them, the way his dick was no longer digging, but sliding in slow and smooth now-- while Bakugos tender insides squeezed him, welcoming him in again, this time totally different.) aahnn, shit-- Bakugo-
( A whine, a soft warning.)
Katsuki- I'm-- nnn, you're so good- ( He was stuck there, mentally -- unable to vocally express any response to Bakugos fevered 'fuck!'s other than the soft 'good, good, good's he let out-- he ducked his head, nose deep in Katsukis ear, hair, his jawline- curled over the other boy as he went at it- Grinding into their middles, into the perfect tight ring that eased around his hotness-- hips pushing off his haunches to quicken the thrusts, with each one the twin bed beneath them bucking against short, quick thumps against something Kirishima couldn't quite place. They would move it next time, for sure.
Now, he was completely chest on chest pressed down against Bakugo as he pumped into him-- he'd seen videos like this, just a few! but they were his favorite-- solid broad shoulders flexed from their wonky open missionary position, firmly sandwiching his partner into the stressed sheets, spotted from their dirty actions, wrecked briefs dangling off the small bed and threatening to slide off every time Kirishima ground Bakugo into his bed. The bed whining beneath them that quiet, perverted song every teenage boy fantasized about-
And his hazed eyes opened, down between their messy middles- watching as Bakugos neglected cock bobbed up and down, the head tapping shyly at Katsukis paler stomach, the way it lulled with their grinding had Kirishima hypnotized- it was rosy at the tip, glossy and clearly strained from neglect. So he grabbed it, grunting having to let Bakugos left ass cheek go to tenderly, but firmly, pump Bakugo into his hand as he tried to match up their bodies thrusting motions-- maybe he wasn't the smartest in class, but he could defiantly do this.) nm, you gotta- ha, come with me-- Katsuki.
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Date: 2/6/22 19:42 (UTC)God, he's actually pushing into him. Feels his body not just atop his own with the warmth and weight pressuring down on him, not just his skin sliding against his own all naked and hot and wet, but actually has a throbbing part of Kirishima himself inside his own damn body. No shit he's vocal about it, experiencing the sensations for the first time. Another grunt seeps out as the redhead draws back to move on his legs some, lips finding lips in another soaking kiss. The second he recognized he could twitch Eijiro's dick by licking his tongue, he did it a lot more often. God he loves the way he sounds.]
Hgh-! Ei... fuck, Eijiro-- Ah-h, right there, again-
[Shouldn't feel this good to have his hands dragging at his ass cheeks, but it does and each squeeze and rake makes the muscles firm up and gets another buck from the blonde's hips. Fuck, he's not even doing much of the bucking since Kirishima's the one hauling his ass up and basically dragging him onto his own cock. Right as he drops his hips and thrusts into him, slamming back into his body all the way to the base. Each impact made his legs jump, bouncing in the air in rhythm matching the redhead's own. The arm thrown around Kirishima's shoulders dug its fingers into his skin, dragging wet lines backwards across his shoulder blades. Wanting to feel all of him, so much of him.
The kiss breaks, tongue flicks out instinctively to sweep the saliva off between them, and he feels his eyes on him, one of his own cracking open just enough to see Eijiro's face. Flushed with that doey stare, mouth hanging slightly open from his breaths, pleasure written all over his expression the more he moved his hips. Of course he fucking liked it! Once they got over the initial part. The painful penetration and stretch is melting into something thick and slick inside, a feel good fullness that's churning in his hips. As Kirishima begins to pull out slowly Bakugo lets out a loud groan, his clenching ring clinging to the other boy's dick in stubborn effort to keep him there. Halfway out, pulsing inside his ass, suspending him n this state as he tries to fucking talk.] M'fine... feels better... move dammit!
[Hissing against Kirishima's brow and temple, free hand clawing at the bedsheets each time the other boy pumped his ass cheeks in his hands. Yeah his ass hurt! Fucking ached! But the amazing sensations that came with it blew all that away. Massaging definitely helped. God, he could spend all day just touching him, wanted to explore more, lay him out on the bed and ride him while his hands worked all over that damn Grecian statue of a torso Kirishima's got. Pay some proper attention to his dick too...] Che... fuck... move and talk-! God, Eirjio... more- FUCK!
[Finally he pushed in again, filled him up to the base until his balls slapped against his ass once more. Didn't want him to stop moving! What was slaps started to become sloppier the more he felt his hole leaking, precum oozing out between the stretched ring and Kirishima's throbbing shaft and wandering down the cleft of his ass before getting splattered over the redhead's hips and thighs when he bottomed out again. Didn't care anymore what noises they made, his own voice joining in with Kirishima's grunts, moans, and those tender, hot words he's stubbornly putting out.] Yes--fuck yeah, Ei--guh! Don't stop-fuck- [Encouraging and lewd. No more sticking or struggling to push in or pull out, but now sliding into him in a firm rhythm, pushing his walls apart with that dripping bullet of his head and impaling him with the thickness he could fucking feel Eijiro's heartbeat pounding through.]
Do it-- fucking hell, do it- [Not asking "what" cause he already knew. A shudder sizzled through his spine as breath gushed over his ear, hair, jaw, hips lifting in Kirishima's lap as his friend curled over him like that, shoving between the blonde's splayed legs as his feet rocked in the air, a lewd and incriminating picture of two guys going at it for the first time. Bakugo couldn't care less, wanting somewhere to wrap his legs around him but the other part content to let that job be done with his arms and ass. Short thrusts, long thrusts, shoving his shoulders and Kirishima's knees into the sheets as the bed groaned beneath them. Fuck, if they moved it, he'd probably give the redhead a high five after finishing.
Oof! Weight shoved onto his chest, his pectorals and abs hardening as they met with his mate's. Without thinking, Bakugo wrapped both arms around Kirishima's body, clinging to his shoulders and lower back, fingers scraping blunt nails across his flesh. Pumping into him, bounding his body on the bed, branding his mind with the position being his favorite as he clung to those broad shoulders and screw what mess they were making on the bed. It wasn't until he felt a hand invading between them that he was reminded of his own very neglected, very sensitive dick suddenly sandwiched no longer just between walls of heaving abdominal muscles, but also enveloped in warm and sturdy hand, its turgid shaft thrumming with blood and pleasure and backed-up need that was leaking all over his stomach, now his hand, with each thrust.
Fucker grabbed it. At the very start of this, Bakugo got the javelin thought in his mind "I'm not coming first" because that's who he is. But thing is, the blonde's never had someone he's attracted to fucking his dick into his ass at the same time as the same guy's grabbing his cock and pumping it in attempt to match that rhythm. On top of a few months of noticing Kirishima being an attractive idiot. Didn't know if it was that entire combo or the fact the asshole husked such a lewd command at him to fucking "come with me" right into his flesh. All Bakugo knew was one second he was getting fucked and jerked and the nex-
A wordless shout filled the room only two strokes in and Bakugo threw his head back on the pillow, eyes slamming shut and brows furrowing in a yell of pleasure. Fingers seized up on Kirishima's back, denting into his skin, arm muscles hardening like cables as he dragged his friend as close to himself as possible. Toes curled in the air, hard enough to crack as one leg stabbed to the ceiling, the other bowing out to the side without caring and tented at the knee to drive his heel into his lover's hips. Neck muscles cording up around a taut throat as his spine arched from the bed, driving the chiseling surface of his torso into Kirishima's own. Felt like heat raced from his head/shoulders/arm/chest all of it plunging into his hips where his dick turned into a fucking rock in his friend's hand. Before everything exploded, shooting thick lines of white all over their smashed together stomachs, couldn't even go any higher since they were so close together. Ass cheeks hollowing with his thighs as every pulse flexed Bakugo's entirety, turning the snug-fitting tunnel of muscle around Kirishima's cock into a constricting channel of throttling ribbons, ripples, and hills that threatened to milk the other teenager clean dry, that or keep his dick inside the blonde forever.]
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