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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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Date: 2/8/22 03:14 (UTC)( He wasn't sure if his whispering was even helping at this point since their noises had started becoming half haphazardly louder by every minute that went by between them and the sweat damp sheets beneath( at school? remember?!). They'd caught onto a rhythm with the sounds, lewd noises, and faint whining sounds coming from the mattress, along with their bodies rocking against each other like their young lives depended on it. Call him eager, but that slow careful pace he set up for them was very quickly losing it's charm- being pushed aside for a much quicker, impatient stride that match the neediness of their voices, and quickened breathing.
He nodded feverishly as he'd ordered to move faster, panting out hot breaths along with solid grunts with each trust- it isn't until Bakugo arched up, grunting out tender moans that flooded his mind that Kirishima stopped focusing a little on the noises and more on the sight of Katsuki beneath him-- watching the way the other boy bounced in short jerked motions with every thrust Kirishima pumped into him, those broad pecs flat, but arched up in a way that let him admire how hot it looked when they jumped, how Bakugo exposed the his belly for him to view and still wet with the mess from their short humping session from before-- the way Bakugos throat craned upward, exposed and flushed. There was so much they had skipped, a long list of stuff Kirishima wanted to touch and taste-- those aroused buds on the blondes chest teased him for it. Maybe next time.
Doing everything at once was so fucking hard! ) shit- ( Cursing as he felt Bakugo tighten around him, just when he'd started to be able to slip in with velvety ease, Kirishima bowed his head a little-- hissing when Bakugo's fingers pawed at his back/shoulders/upper arms like an angry kitten. DAM-! Don't get hard, don't get hard don't get har--! His body confused, the small bits of skin that had tried to bristle up into the protective layer they usually did softening up almost immediately when he focued on it. That split-second took everything he had to relax, and it made his balls hurt! He could have come right there. But he didn't.) fuck- Bakugo-- mnn, mm you look so hot- so good.
( Focus, focus! Half lidded eyes watched the blonde push up in small movements, wrinckle sheets framing his paler perfect skin, glimmering with sweat from the unashamed fucking they were now doing-- with Bakugos legs up, spread in each side of his, Kirishima pumping down into him faster and faster with every 'fuck, yes' Katsuki groaned up to him like a pretty song meant just for him. His head was swimming- then he got permission, do it, fucking do it- oh what a turn on-- ) Katsuki, Katsuki- aahn... fuck, I love you, Katsuki-
( Maybe it was his fogged up mind that let it slip out, and maybe it was corny to say it to him during their first time having sex-- but he didn't care, saying that made it just ten-times hotter for Kirishima. And he loses it-) Fuck-! Nhg-- yes- ( The hand that was still grappling to hold up Bakugos ass flies up, palm firmly pressing into the spot next to Bakugos head to finally get relief and plant himself there-- leveraged and stable enough to put some more power into his hips. Both knees dug in the mattress as his bent over body fully boxes in the blonde boys, haunches on fire from squatting so low, hips pistoling into the Katsuki harder in something that no longer matched the conservative rhythm from before-- )
shit- shitshit, yea- Katsuki- Katsuki...youfeelso- nh-! ( Every sentens hitched in his throat as he watched Bakugo become undone- overstimulating the both of them to the point where Kirishimas hips were pistoling into the blonde, now chasing a particular high-- the sound of his sack slapping against Bakugos warm dewy cheeks-- it was upright porn if you asked him about it later on-- but he was blissfully slapping harder, curled over the other heros chest like if to never let him up off the messy bed they had made. He'd seen this position before too, in lewd videos where the two men mouthed at each others lips while doing it-- whispering dirty things between each other. He'd thought it romantic-- so he did the same.) you feel so..0 so good- nh!... ... so good, Katsuki- ( The words fell on deaf lips, because the second he spoke into them- he felt EVERYTHING tighten around him-- his half lid eyes watching as Bakugo became undone. Just for a second, he let the other boy be-- let him throat out the guttural sound--
shit-!) MNH--! ( It all happened so fast-- the way Katsukis body crushed around his dick, how he felt something sharp and hot shoot up between them with so much heat it stung the underside of his chin, chest and stomach-- how he had felt the urgent need to let go and come too, he was about to--but, call it pre-nut clarity but Bakugo is LOUD) s-shhitt- no-;; ( His somewhat leverage hand uncomfortable bent up to cup the blondes mouth, halfway, super shitty job at quieting him down-- FUCK what if he bites me? God he felt like an octopus, trying to do all of this. And he hadn't even come yet.)
shitshitshitshit- shit-!
( It was Bakugos cum on his chin wasn't it? That was hot-- as his palm slipped firm over Bakugos hot moaning mouth shut, Kirishimas face hovered there and watched him climax, taking it all in as he kept fucking him: watching Bakugos expressions, feeling the wet breath on the inside of his hand, how his insides felt around his own churning cock, warm and clutching at him as the blonde rode out his climax, the way Bakugos dick practically melted in his other hand which kept pumping, thumb and finger pinching at the base firmly with some sort of expertise, milking his half limp member until the last bit dribbled up and down Kirishimas knuckles. Bakugo coming around him was all he seemed to wait for-- not a breath more-- with his hallowing hips stuck in a hypnotic rocking that felt so irresponsibly crude, it had the edges of the small bed stuttering against drywall- harder, harder, faster. ) fuck-fuckfuck- ( Whispering to himself, to Bakugos hot ear beneath his lips, to the room-- eyebrows weakly pinching at the middle, and he chased that urgent sting from a moment ago, when he was too distracted smothering Bakugos imprudent cries, and easily fucked himself to a crawling finish-- it felt like his dick was melting inside of Katsuki. Ass clenched after a few sharp slippery thrusts, pumping every last bit of himself into Bakugos lovingly warm ass.
His jaw limping falling open as he arched into the boy under him, a spasm crawling up his burning thighs, to his ass and climbing up and out his chest with a low, throaty moan- so much for keeping quit.) uuuhnnnnn-....
( Numbness, his whole body felt like little stars were going off under his skin. Mindlessly floating, while his body was still moving, hips limply chasing the rush from a second ago, grinding his middle into Bakugos used rim that now felt different around him, fuller, wetter. He moved his hand off the blondes lips, replacing it with his own hot mouth in a blissfully lazy kiss- ravishingly allowing himself the embrace while still pumping into Bakugo: lazy and slow. No longer pulling his dick in and out, just sluggishly grinding his limp cock into the blondes full body-- he'd keep going until he was stopped really. He wanted to stay inside of him forever. ) mnn..
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Date: 2/8/22 23:38 (UTC)Somewhere in his lust-fogged mind Bakugo heard Kirishima's words, pumping his name through the air and that incriminating three-word revelation. It logs elsewhere, buried beneath sweltering curses and the heady sound of slapping balls against his ass and squelching plunges of his lover's mast driving in and out of his hole. Bedsheets hissing beneath his bouncing shoulders and the other hero's driving knees, each dripping noise spilling from Kirishima's mouth plunging into his own like saliva glazing on their lips. Maybe next time he'd wrap his legs around him and leave his arms free, maybe next time he'd have Eijiro on his back and pinned under him as he rode his unbreakable stallion through the mattress, maybe next time he'd have a brain in his head enough to think those thoughts and repeat those words. Cause all he's got now us a cacophony of "ah's", "uh's", "fuck's", and "eijiro's" oozing all over his chin.
Couldn't tell him "yes fuck harder!" as he raked his hand down his ribs. Missed out on "shit-shit! feels so good-" as he buried a hand in his friend's hair. Yelled in wordless bliss instead of panting "fucking hell-- thatsit-- right there!" all over Kirishima's mouth each time the other boy bottomed out inside him. Ranking up from experiments thrusts to bestial fucking that plowed him into the sheets as his friend mounted him like a feral beast in heat. Yeah, he'll be more than happy to later mock him about strangling Kirishima's words the second he tightened up and everything went from building to rushing-spilling-coming-tightening-pulsing-everywhere all over them. There's a hand slapping over his mouth, cuss words telling him no, refuses to do that and cries out deep into his lover's palms as he coats their chests and stomachs with heavy spurting pulses of his seed, hips cupped up in Kirishima's thighs as white spews between their heaving pectorals and spurts into the grooves of their abs. He'll be proud later of hitting the redhead's chin with that shot. Not so proud of losing the hand on his ass to slam over his mouth instead.
Should've chomped him... But he at least managed to crack open one eye, boiling with arousal and still wet with the sheer exhaustion of his climax overwhelming him. He wanted to see him, Kirishima lost in his own pleasure, the way his red brows furrowed down towards his bridge and the crimp of his mouth dragged up as his voice began to catch with each shortening breath. Closer to his own climax, every puff of moist air dampening his chin and lips as each thrust bounded his face in front of him. Each pinch and pull of his hand and fingers on his dick earned another buck, a spasm down his spine, arms alternating between clinging to the redhead's shoulders and laxing enough to give. Dick softening in those milking motions, wrangling out the last dregs of his emission even as Kirishima practically fucked the lingering oozes out with each pendulum rock of his hips. Hell if he cared if his bed was sending out incriminating Morse Code against the wall. We. Are. Fuck. Ing. Faster, harder, picking up speed as Bakugo's eyes widened. Shit-shit-shi- Eijiro wa-- He's gonna-!!
A second later, he got that other high when his lover heaved his hips forward and sheathed himself in to the base, balls shoved up against his ass so hard he could fucking feel them shifting and churning as they squeezed out Kirishima's hot juices. His arms went right back to strangling his boyfriend's shoulders, toes dragging up on hollowed ass cheek, a broken, ragged cry ripping out his throat as the other boy found his climax. With his fucking body, he came with his fucking body! Hot, fat, hard, slick suddenly turned into gushing lava slathering his insides and getting pounded further inside like mochi in the block. Eijiro was turning into liquid deep in him, swore he felt the two of them somehow intermixing, and he cling to him, feeling with his arms, chin, legs, foot, ass, hips, the sheer rippling contractions of his muscular body each time he jettisoned out another burst of himself.
That moan must've traveled up his entire fucking body to sound like that and Bakugo sank into the bed. As much as he could what with his hips still cradled in the crux of Kirishima's thighs and stomach, his own arms and legs trying their best to ensnared him forever like tentacles.] uuhn... [That short burst from his lips was his last deign to speak for a second, everything having been muffled by the other hero's sturdy palm. The rest of him was going numb and melting, seeping into the sheets (or that was something else doing that) as Kirishima continued to rut his softening dick into his hole, sack nuzzling at the curve of his cheeks with each roll of his hips. Felt different inside him too... shrinking, sliding, but this time, Katsuki made sure to forcefully lock his legs around Eijiro's hips and thighs, refusing to let him pull out of him, or even have the fucking notion to. Wants him to stay right where he fucking is. Just in time to have his lips freed from their palm prison--]
The fu--mph!? [Gets shut up immediately as lips found his own and he sank into the kiss, forgetting the irritation amid the lazy pleasure of that connection. Fine, ravish him. He's good with that. So long as Eijiro stays with him, slowly rocking his hips as Bakugo begins to pull with his legs in time, keeping the rhythm they're lazily creating in the flood of afterglow. No attempt to stop him at all. Grind into him until they go again or sleep. Fucking horny hot handsome bastard.]
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Date: 2/10/22 22:50 (UTC)He didn't move for a bit after, mentally focused on molding Katsukis tired, warm tongue with his own-- kissing Katsuki was the best. And he loved how hungry Bakugo let him be while they stay like that, grossly connected through their middles while his melting dick gently pushed into his boyfriends mess of a body, but it was no longer pushing much- or making Bakugo bounce like before. It was slow, and mostly lethargic pushing that wasn't going anywhere. Just knowing he was still inside of Katsuki was enough to keep him going like that one pink bunny on battery commercials-- that tight ring having adjusted enough around his softened shaft to let it keep muddling Bakugos fullness around-- but he could feel it, how full it was, gently start to try and squeeze him out-- it was sick to think they could stay like this forever, but his brain was a pile of potatoes. So it dumbly told him it was totally possible-) Katsu..ki...mnh- ( He shifts, allowing his abdomen to crunch generously forward, pushing his soft head into Bakugo, feeling the firm encouragement of the other boys hooked thighs around him like a satisfied octopus greedily latching onto more-- he wanted to make sure he didn't slip out as he moved both arms to plank them on each side of ash-blonde locks, getting more leverage on the whiny mattress now. Licking his own lips, finally opening his eyes again to drunkaly watch the other boy-)
you're so..full-; should I.. ( Leaning so their foreheads pressed together, nuzzling into him with a softeness that matched the dewy shimmer of their skin- his back on the other hand was starting to bristle, flushed pink with long, thin red lines starting to blossom all across from it from the intensive pawing Bakugo had done- he'd give himself props for now hardening with all that scratching.)
does it... hurt, mnmm? ( It was starting to come back- his brain. Even as his critical thinking skills started to pop back in- he lingered there, hovering over Katsukis sprawled out body, watching how his paler chest raised and dropped below, unable to keep himself from peering between them at how his softened member still nudged itself in there-- god he was getting turned on again.
But he couldn't focus a lot there, he moved before asking 'want me to do anything?" Tell him to do what he needed to do because he had no idea. His only idea was to kiss down Bakugos jawline, down the strained neck, curve himself to kiss just over Katsukis firm nipple, he couldn't reach it without moving further south-- without pulling out. But he kissed there, open mouthed like he hadn't been able to before, gently dragging his careful teeth over the awaiting pectoral skin, sucking on it from time to time. Humming-) hmm, did you like it? ( He stops harassing the nipple he couldn't reach with his mouth, instead pushing his nose into the plump pec to nuzzle it there, humming happily into the skin, like if they were boobs-- the disheveled beast from before melting back into Kirishima.
Bashfully peeking up at the blondes tired, over worked face- shutting his eyes as he presses his face between those toned, mounds that were usually hidden away by thick black double-knit uniform Katsuki wore out on the field- kissing the skin there, over and over. Coincidently, every hot peck he peppered on Bakugos chests mirroring the slow pace his hips were pumping, still rolling, feeling the wetness seep past under his limpness and out of Bakugo every time he pulled out even an inch...)
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Date: 2/11/22 04:02 (UTC)That seemed to be the final one, however, because everything else goes still after. Eijiro's hips no longer grinding into his ass, Katsuki's strong legs ceasing their embracing pull. Lost in the sloppy, tired makeout that's nuzzling his mouth with his lover's, tongues twining between their teeth like that's the only muscle in their body they came move. Head tilting to the side just enough to deepen the kiss, not minding the saliva oozing out the corner of his lips or the wet breaths traded between them before another kiss shut them up. Semen squishing out between their chests and abs as they settled atop each other, leaking out another place as well as Kirishima softens. Or melts. Either one's fine. So long as he stays inside him until Bakugo's good and ready for him to pull out. The thrust-less grinds keep mushing his hips against his ass, moving his dick around inside the copious melange of his climax filling him up. Kirishima's soft by now, but still thick enough to keep him spread open and gripping tightly around him. Every now and then, another reaction ripples down his spine, the blonde's abs harden up, and his ass clenches in a flutter of hilly contractions squeezing at his friend's dick. Bakugo's not doing it on purpose, but it's probably some blissful torture on the redhead's end.]
huh...? [Saying his name, not adding shit behind it, he doesn't read minds, idiot. While his shorts out for a second when Kirishima shifts and that seems to break some of the haze seeping all over them. Abs harden, wetness dribbles down their sides, another lazy grind pushes his tip further inside him as more of his displaced load wells up over the blonde's stretched ring and leaks towards his tailbone. Like instinct, driving hips kick his thighs and calves into motion, seizing up around Kirishima's hips and the backs of his thighs to pull him in again. A good distraction as Bakugo finally opens both eyes and looks up at his friend while two strong arms flank either side of his head.]
Hell no. [Read that question easily enough.] Fucking filled me up, bastard... Feels good. [In case there's any doubts about that. The blonde tilts his head as a sweaty brow clunks onto his own, not minding the sweat dripping down his face with those tender nuzzles. No apologizes for the scratches all over Kirishima's back. Had to give him something to take "home" while Bakugo deals with some fucked up hips and ass. Later. He'll deal with that later. Probably in the morning. When he sits up. And probably blows up something from the shock. Something for Eijiro to look forward to.]
Uh-uh. [Not yet being the unknown operative phrase. His own mind's coming back online, circuits recovering from blowing. Starting to feel things more uniquely now, like the sweat bead plopping off his friend's side and onto his own to continue down to absorb in the sheets. Which are fucking soaked all under his back and hips. Probably under Kirishima's knees and lower legs too from all that bracing and rocking he'd been doing. Crimson eyes take a wander down, tracing over his lover's flushed face, parted lips glistening with kiss-spread saliva, the stead rise and fall of Eijiro's sculpted pectorals, the utter debauched spew of cum all over his crunching abs. How dare this bastard look so god damn good in the afterglow.
So good he almost protested, a cut off "wha-?" when Eijiro suddenly ducked his head and affixed his lips to his neck. That sends off a flare of sensation inside and his head drives back against the pillow, a heady "Ngh!" punching from his lips as that damn mouth sears a path across his throat after leaving his jaw a burning smear. All the way to his chest, pectorals hardening instinctively under Kirishima's mouth. Stopping just shy of his nipple, the traitorous nub going pebble hard. Apparently it's had enough afterglow and his skin prickles with a sexual flush all over again. This jerk better not break his fucking neck trying to reach lower... Instead Eijiro starts making out with his chest muscle and Bakugo's breath rushes out in a heavy pant. No attempts to stop him, though he does bury both hangs into his lover's hair. Another kiss, one hand rakes upward along the side of his head. Teeth scrape on his chest and his other one carves up and around the back of his skull, fisting in the red spikes. Don't... don't ask him questions when you're stealing his god damn air by sucking hickeys on his chest!]
Guh... ah... course i... shit--fuckingdid- [Thanks for the pec nuzzle, you shit. (Treat his pecs like tits and he's gonna axe drop his heel right on your god damn tailbone. But embarrassing as it is to see him trying to motorboat his pectorals, the returning image of his friend replacing the almost feral sexual beast from before is an interesting change. Bakugo meets his eyes, a worn smirk tugging the corner of his mouth before he lazily flicks him off in the towers of his hair. Makes sure he knows that's his middle finger rubbing at his scalp. Even moreso cause Kirishima just shut his eyes. Bakugo's own fall shut as lips find the sensitive skin running up his sternum, breastbone normally hidden beneath his clothes and sandwiched between his pecs. Earning another groan of curse with each kiss as he works his mouth between his chest muscles. Well, that or the way the redhead's started to roll his hips again, pumping slowly at his ass again and again. Legs pulling him once more, like damn rails on steam engine wheels, encouraging the rhythmic roll over and over. An inch or so out before back in-- that's all Katsuki was allowing right now.] Not fair... you feel this good... even after all that.
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Date: 2/11/22 06:05 (UTC)yeah...? you sure...? mm, Katsuki. ( Mouthing the words slowly, half his face rubbed up into Katsukis plump right pec, nuzzling there- oh if he could only get lower- but he settled with biting gently on that mound there. Barely grazing those dangerously pearly whites over the softly peach-fuzz covered chest before letting his lips take over to firmly suck, leaving pale rings behind that soon after blossomed into a subtle, dark red circle-- if Bakugo was going to assult his back, he'd be happy to brand those breasts of his. His voice didn't even sound like he was paying attention- because his brain was starting to realize how hot Bakugos chest was. He wasn't going to treat them like tits! Maybe a little. But not now-- at least, he was just trying an attempt at aftercare, it kinda of felt like it was working?
Was it suppose to turn him on?? And make Katsuki wriggle under him like that? This just felt like foreplay again. He paused his blind mouthing, he'd bent enough to suck at the edge of Bakugos nipple-- but finally stopped contorting himself to look up, swallowing once as he got a grip of himself- licking his lips wet again. ) mmn... you wanna stop? ( Hips had stopped that relentless grounding motion into Bakugos dripping rim-- it felt so full, and hot it was starting to burn at his raw tip.
Kirishima slowly moved up again, trailing those hungry lips up the way they came, right up Bakugos throat, kissing the bulge of his adam's apple there-- then up the jaw, mumbling-) we can stop Katsuki. mnh? ( The way the haughty blonde huffed, prying his thighs tightly around him was impressive, 'after all that' he says, but keeps clinging to him like they hadn't just spent the last hour fucking like horned-out virgins-- oh, he took Bakugos virginity? Oh, man- his dick twitched- fogging up his little peanut brain as he freckled Bakugos lips with soft kisses- ) Katsuki-;; ( Groaning quietly, it burned inside of him, but he could feel himself stiffen up half-way again, brows knitting- holy shit he's a pervert. Thinking about how good they've made each other feel, how this had been Katsukis first time and how he'd given himself up like that to him- sickeningly good. All because of some silly spicy word, and Kirishima still didn't know what it meant. ) d-dude... nmm- m-maybe we should, uh... nap? or- uhm...maybe-
( Nope. Nope, his dick was getting hard.) fuck-;; ( Bakugos first. Just for him, thinking about it while he was still prying the blondes body open for himself, leaking out what was his, and the way Bakugo let him- how he left him pump him full like that-- he was reliving it all in his mind, and it was putting him back there-- and it had Kirishima panting by Katsukis ear again, a soft whine of desperation leaving him when those paws gripped at his red hair- pulling gently, then hard, then firm- the tugging somewhat pulling his mind out of hte gutter ( good!) getting a soft 'ngh-' out of him, feeling Katsuki flip him off indirectly against his scalp made Eijirou moan a whine at his boyfriends neck- whispering a small whine-) can we...mn- roll over? My knees-;
( Unlike his quirk, the gel in his hair had given out half an hour ago- sweat, heat, and now all the stroking and attention it was getting from Bakugo made the red flakes stick to his cheeks a little as he slowly tried to roll them over-- he had to pull out, right? Red eyes wearily peeking between them, at the hot mess they had made, if he pulled out wasn't it going to-- ) ... ... uh-;
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Date: 2/11/22 19:37 (UTC)why the... guh, Eijiro... fuck would I... not be? [Each word glazes all over his chest, soaking into the sinew of his muscles and bone as Eirjo nuzzles into the round of his sculpture. Fucker's gonna give him a complex like this. Soft cheek scuffing along his skin, that sweltering breath puffing just shy of his sensitive nipple, and teeth--] Ah-! [Bakugo tosses his head to the side, teeth gritting as the other boy's white graze over the mound. Gentle, but still such a fucking change of texture. Playing with danger like that's amazing and his nerves light up as each pointed tooth drags across his skin, only to flare up when Kirishima clamps down again and starts sucking another fucking mark. Guess it's paybacks for scratching up his back. Can't complain since at least he'll be wearing a shirt, but still... you trying to eat him, you fucking steak-loving shark? Can't be fucked to think either, not with all the places Eijiro's still touching him.
Supposed to turn him on? No? Does it turn him on? Hell yes! Idiot! They just finished one round, first time too, and now he's biting, kissing, sucking, nuzzling, every-fucking-thing else to his body and it's taking Bakugo's refractory period from "recovery" to "DONE" super fast. Kirishima's up there grinding at him and nipping him, unaware of just how damn sexual his own body's flexing and rocking making him. Damn right it's gone from afterglow care to foreplay. Bakugo grunted in annoyance when Kirishima stopped teething below his collarbone and instead craned his neck enough to finally get to his areola. That gets another gasp and his nipple perks up all over again. It ceases and he drops his back to the bed again, still clinging to his lover with his arms and legs. Red eyes glare down at that explosion of wild red hair and the innocently-heated face staring up at him from beneath it.] When the fuck did I say that?
[Totally the opposite of what he meant. Emphasized more with the irritated noise he drags out of his throat when Eijiro's delicious hip movements stop the previously-ceaseless grinding. Shit shit shit, he's getting the wrong idea, going the wrong direction! Even if it does tilt his head back on the pillow, throat dipping under his mouth working along his voicebox.] No- fuck-- no, don't fucking stop, Eijir-- haa-ah- [He's already gotten him this far back up the horny path! Look, he's not the only one impressive here; the redhead's been pistoning his hips like an eternal steam engine even after coming as hard as he had. Bakugo can't help but cling to him. It's because the last fucking hour of horned-out activities kicked out the virgin and ignited... uh... this. Ngah- His dick twitches again and the blonde's fingers fist in his hair to alleviate the sensations. Yeah, he just took his virginity. Technically Katsuki just took Kirishima's as well. Top or bottom, it was their first time. Which was no small amount of fuel thrown in their crescendoing fires.]
Holyshit-!! [That breathless cuss came from the sudden realization Eijiro was hardening inside him. Used to the soft thickness mushing around against his rim and oozing tunnel, now he's feeling his mushroomed head pushing further inside, squishy shaft starting to spread his puckered rim once again. Hell if that doesn't get the blonde starting to stiffen up between his thighs.] Asshole-- guh... you're--ngh-ha-a... getting bigger- I can... fucking feel it. [Doesn't sound at all like he's complaining. It's almost unreal. Sickeningly good is a nice way to put it. (Don't bring up the fucking word! He's gonna have some real horrible Pavlovian responses to that thing now.) The idea of "napping" earns a half-gasping brutish snicker from the blonde.] What.. can't go... nmn... another round?
[And deliberately tightens his legs octopusing around his hips and thighs, physically telling his boyfriend he's not going anywhere now. Wants to feel him get as hard as he was before, feel himself spread open and stretched on his dick, the very one he made so. It was Kirishima's first time too and he doesn't want to stop. Memories of the look on his face, unabashed in how turned on he was, eyes lidded and face flushed, mouth open and his teeth gleaming as he panted for air, fucking gorgeous as he strained to keep himself upright on top of him. Eijiro's firs time and he was going to take it for all he could. If he wants to dump another round or so inside, Bakugo's not complaining of that either. Not just that he let his friend pour himself into him, but that Eijiro wanted to. This attraction goes both ways. Which he can definitely hear in his ear again, each time the redhead's breath glazed his skin with vapor.
My knees he says and that whining voice is fucking
adorableevil. Hands buried in those flaking, wilting spikes of beryl, Bakugo nods before finally dropping his legs from Kirishima's hips. Sweaty skin peels off in incriminating sounds, unsticking and leaving droplets of sweat wandering down the the redhead's pelvic curves, licking across the round of his ass cheeks, and dripping down the back of his thighs. Feeling him trying to roll them, Bakugo swallowed hard, breathing troubled as he's caught between the want to move and the want to not lose what's now hard and buried inside him again.]Fuck-- fuck wait. [He tightens his hand in Kirishima's hair again, almost like pulling on the reigns of his stallion. Which the other boy likened himself to before, right? Kinda hot now...] What-- haa--- what position? [Clarify this for him first.] Am I... fucking riding you or... side by side? [One hand slides down to grasp onto the back of his friend's neck, holding him close so he can press their foreheads together, eyes lidding and brows furrowing as he tunnels into Kirishima's eyes.] I don't... I don't fucking want you to pull out. [Doesn't want to lose that connection for a fucking second. If they can wrangle themselves into a new position while rolling over, and probably take it slow, they can manage it? Of course, this does linger on them not losing their patience and going FUCK IT before just moving.]
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Date: 2/14/22 00:45 (UTC)This was awaking something very weird inside of him: just knowing Bakugo Katsuki was getting aroused all over again, crudely from the fact his softened dick was regrowing inside him- stretching Katsuki up once again to that perfect fit, just for him. ) Katsuki... ( Softly scowling at the mild taunt being hushed up at him-- Of course he could go again! But he struggled against the now waking part of his brain trying to be logical: you guys are making a mess! You're being irresponsible! What about school on monday? You came inside of him- that's bad for his stomach! You-) yeah- I wanna...
( Crumbling to pieces as he feels those strong legs tighten around his ass again, earning the blonde a gentle thrust-- he's having to pivot his aim a little so the soft tip of his pushes in, and slowly the thicker shaft nuzzles into the mushy opening just right.) I wanna do it again, Katsuki-- mn, please, nh-;
( Mumbling the soft, needy plea sheepishly into Bakugos lips, with their foreheads nudged together he had front row access to those pale/rosy lips, mumbling the words into them, and gently sucking at that jutting lower lip, pink tongue peeking to gently deepen the kiss-- Bakugo wanting to keep having sex just riles him in further, romanticizing the idea of them going all night, even if it was their first time, like a pair of depraved rabbits, discovering who knows what about each other and how they're built, but doing it together nice and messy, it does things to Kirishima he'd never felt before-- so he keeps their mouths together, the kiss turning hungry, a little possessive in nature, determined to find that soft tongue Bakugo loves to curse with to suckle at it until they've both gotten enough kisses to make up for any lost time--
Until that iron firm grip is pulling back at his hair, making him gasp softly with a 'uuhn' while his head cranes back with the pull, licking the soft string of saliva stretched between their lips- he blinks once, fazed-) h-huh? ; ( He's told to wait, so he freezes- chin lifted up high as he allowed Bakugo to take control by hair pulling-- it wasn't so bad, his hair was long so it voided any actually rough tugging-- he didn't mind either way. Panting steady breaths, broad chest lifting and falling as he waited-- taking the short moment to swallow, crimson eyes peeking down, awkwardly to watch Bakugo try to come up with their move-- and the moment that comes out of Katsukis mouth he knows it's what he wants, he wants his boyfriend on top of him-) ride me.
( That- came out too fast. He swallowed, suddenly his brain was working over-time to figure this out; then, slowly tilting his head back to actually face Katsukis gaze, that heavy hand cupping the small of his neck was enough to guide him back down, to return the intense, lush stare that was secretly making him want to start rocking into Bakugo again just by the look of those strong beautiful eyes-) okay... ( Pressing their foreheads closer, noses bumping, nodding slowly at the request of staying inside of him until they were done moving-- it'd be difficult but he knew they could do it-) we can do, and you can be on top, ok? you'll be on top this time, Katsuki- mm... ( He was falling in love with how Katsuki talked to him like this, unable to pry their mouths apart as he started kissing him again, speaking between their mouths like if they weren't already worked-up enough-
then he stopped, brows knitting softly to a determined look, staring into Katsuki with an assured smile, as he flexed his lower body, firmly rolling those hips into the blonde until he was plushily plugging him, the soft wet sounds they let out were down-right inappropriate but he couldn't focus too much on them as he flexed his thighs- pushing off his haunches to get a good position-- this was going to be easy, all he had to do was...
He leaned to the left, mindfully pulling his right arm down to once again slide it over the curve of Katsukis rump, cupping his cheek there for extra support- pulling him up by there, while the tips of his fingers slipped in between those spread cheeks, adding some pressure to the underside of his shaft to keep his dick from slipping out-- his determined brows quivered, it felt sooo good- ) jeez- youfeelsogood,Katsuki-- h-haa... okay, nmh- I got you, I got you-- just hold on- hold on to me.
( The second those strong paler arms, thighs, and legs wrapped around him with enough coil, he turned them around-- rolling onto his left arm, then his shoulder, slooowly while his right kept a firm, solid hook around his boyfriends middle, and pulling his left knee from under them to complete the clumsy roll-- the action was ...)
shiiit, I'm gonna come-;;;
( Straining every toned muscle in his body to keep control of the slow movement-- pulling their curled bodies like this was making his dick lean, press, and poke into soft velvety things-- he could make it, he could make it!- their bodies coming to a very controlled roll as Kirishima's scratched-up back muscles met with cool sheets(the damp/wet ones being left beside them) and he exhaled long and shaky when they came to a clumsy stop. Red head now almost on his back with the blonde, somewhat on top of him- Bakugo would have to straighten up, and uncurl a bit-)
you gotta- nm... unhook your leg, Katsuki.;
( Hushing into the cheek now hovering over his lips, giving that soft rump of Bakugos cheeks a gentle squeeze as to stir him on in the right direction- and with his now free hand, he held onto those straight but toned hips, feeling the very real weight of the other boy on top of him now-- Bakugo wasnt light at all, but it felt like a good amount of pressure coming down on his dick now, somehow it felt as if he was being swallowed up even more. Carefully taking the short moment for Katsuki to adjust himself to peer between them again, angling his hips which where now hidden under Katsuki, watching as some of his previous wetness now trickled down onto his own navel-- he whispered, amazed-) your ass...feels so soft- whaao- ;;
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Date: 2/15/22 16:13 (UTC)No one told him he'd be lying here in his bed with Kirishima buried inside him tonight. He had no clue he'd be feeling himself thickening and hardening all because Eijiro's dick was swelling and lengthening in his ass, stretching him open again and pushing deeper with each second. And yet each tug of his thighs encouraged the red-haired boy to keep moving, not to stop any of this, because he felt perfect, like a key plugging into a lock.] Eijiro... [A scowl's a good look for Kirishima, even if he rarely gets them. Made him want to lean up and kiss him again, but it was more satisfying to lie here and grin up at him like a shithead. If logic was trying to talk to his brain, it was getting drown out by his now-very-much awakened dick. And Kirishima's response.] Good.
[Because he wasn't getting out of here with just one round now. Bakugo dropped his head to the pillow again, eyes widening and mouth opening in a barely-audible gasp thanks to that leisurely thrust he himself encouraged. Narrow hips brushed at his thighs as Kirishima angled himself, changing the next thrust as the mushroomed tip pushes in once more, denting his rim before slurping through with a wet 'plop' to guide his slathered shaft in afterwards. Fuck, he's thick-] Ngh-- fine. Shut up a... guh... do it. [Don't tell you want to do it when your dick's already in his ass! Do it! Not that he's able to say too much with Kirishima's lips against his own and his mouth nuzzling into the other boy's for weak, wet kisses around their words. A flicker of wet muscle, a tongue flicking over his lips, and his own reached out to bat at his lover's. Tasting his saliva and gliding around the meandering flesh.
Going all night didn't sound like a bad idea anymore... Devolving the soft, chaste kisses into something hotter as he looped his arm around Kirishima's sweat-glazed shoulders and swiftly pulled him in for a hungrier kiss. No hesitation this time to plunge his tongue into his mouth, sweeping it over his sharp teeth and curling the muscle along the roof of his maw. Until Eijiro's good and ready to suck at it and drag it around in his mouth. Until Katsuki's good and ready to drag his head back and pull his tongue back in with a sharkish grin. That was a good noise. Might have to pull his hair again another time. Keep it rare so the surprise factor nets him this lip-glazed, slow-blinking, hot-breathed expression. Have to do a bit of talking before they can move on. Kirishima's knees will thank him later.
Ride me.
Fuck. Bakugo's face flushes dark red at the decision/command/suggestion. Fuck, that's hot. To go from getting railed into the bed to being the one on top this time? Yeah, there was no argument. As Kirishima lowered his head to look at him again, the blonde tugged with his hand, pulling him back down to reclaim his lips once more in a heated, sticky kiss. Breaking it just enough for a breath without losing contact before shoving into it again. Staring into his eyes as he made out with him, saying things silently he wasn't voicing aloud. Didn't want to loose the contact, but rolling over and managing it without Kirishima slipping out of him? At least the guy was rock hard again, so that'd made it easier. Somewhat.] Yeah... I got it. I'm... ha-aa- gonna ride you... mhn, Enjiro... till you're fucking drained. [It felt too good to talk with their lips separated, wanting to feel his words as much as hear them, kissing him in the middle of their talk, tilting his head and shoving his tongue, not caring how long it took their thoughts to convey in the meantime. Nothing wrong with getting worked up.
What... was that look for? Bakugo paused with him, one brow arching as Kirishima's furrowed despite that reassuring smile. Was h--] Hngh!! [Katsuki slammed his head back against the pillow, teeth gritting and both knees drawing up to his lover's ribs as the other boy gave his hips a good, hard roll, shoving in to the base and plugging him up as his heavy balls settled against the curve of his ass. White spurted out from the blonde's rim, splattering on the redhead's thighs. Fucking asshole! Shoving that big thing in like that. Lewd sounds... But his arm tightened hard around his lover's shoulder again when he felt him rock on his legs once more, knowing they were going to move. Hiking up on his knees, thighs and calves peeling off each other as Bakugo clung to Kirishima's strong body to keep him sheathed.
He tilted with him, using his right leg to pull his leaning body to the left. With that strong hand cupping his ass to keep him in place, Katsuki reached with his own to grab the bedsheets and pull, elbow digging into the mattress to help tug their conjoined bodies to the side. Felt Kirishima's fingers slide between his cheeks, tips brushing at his stretched rim and the underside of his shaft. His own hand tightened on the boy's shoulder, anchoring himself there as a foot hooked against the round of Ejiro's ass to keep him pulled towards him.] Fucking hell, Eijiro... No, I got-- mng, you. Hold on-- the fuck do you-- shit shit, guh... think I'm doing? I am holding on.
[With practically every part of his body. Kirishima rolled, Bakugo clung to him and pulled with his free arm, using his legs to anchor himself and his boyfriend together. The bedsheets hissed against his shoulder, the world seemed to spin around him, ending up on his side with his lover locked to him and tangled up in his limbs--]
Already?! [He just got hard again!! Prefaced by a spurt of precum lancing all over Kirishima's stomach as Bakugo tightened up everything he could, abs and back and thighs and ass hardening to try and stave off a sudden surge of pleasure.] Come and-- ngh!fuck--! illkillyou- [Not ready to climax again, not from a simple roll. But god damn the way Kirishima's muscles rippled and flexed all over his body, he couldn't get enough of touching him, arm and legs sliding and grinding along the cables and definitions hardening beneath his skin. Felt like his cock was a god damn joystick in his ass and he suddenly wasn't sure whether Kirishima was leaning or his dick was directing the roll. Before finally the sheets left his side and Bakugo immediately traded arms, flinging the clinging one out to the side to fist the bedsheets and pull to right himself, shoving the previously-free one down onto his boyfriend's shoulder to pin him to the bed. Enough to wind up sitting atop his hips, kneeling on the bed astride his lover's sculpted hips and that solid rod rammed up into him all the way. Took him a few seconds to finally think about actually uncurling from his cradled huddle atop him.]
Fucking unhook it when I can move, Shitty Hair. [Growling into his neck as he massaged one muscular shoulder like a stress ball. Strange that Kirishima could fuck him so hard on his back, and yet now that he's straddling his lover beneath him, it's like the other boy's stabbing even deeper inside him than before. Hands grope at his ass cheeks and slowly the blonde begins to unlock, legs sliding away from their harness around the redhead's ribs, fingers easing their grip on his shoulder and the sheets, until he can finally push with his arms and slowly work on sitting up. Has to peel his utter mess of a chest off his lovers, sweat and cum smeared all over his heaving abs and pectorals as Katsuki panted for air. Gravity on his side now meant that more of that soaking load from before began oozing out of him and dripping down Kirishima's balls, leaking onto the unbreakable hero's perineum. Sitting back on his cock with an audible squelch and tilting his head to the side as he gazed down at his sprawled out lover below him. Chiseled perfection, that's what he was.] Want me to talk about how your fucking dick feels?
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Date: 2/16/22 03:02 (UTC)( Straggling out grunts of nonsense as he tries to ease them over as smoothly as humanly possible for someone doing it for the first time- this was super hard. In more ways than one! Literally tipping them both into a brand new, but not unfamiliar scene and it took every muscle in his body not to stop, and go back to their little mushy, open missionary position and smother Bakugo with his lips and fuck him into the bed all over again. Because that's all he could think about, and he was ready to pop with all this moving around--
But Katsuki was determined, so he was too. Even if the things the explosive blonde was groaning out at him, crooning dirty things into their mouths as Kirishima tried to focus! He pinched his eyes shut-- focus! focus! focus!-- half way into their roll over mission- his desperate hips giving a shaken thrust that went nowhere since he was bottled-in so deep that his groin nuzzled plush into Katsukis plump ass, panting harder than before, rushing out a whiney, painful whisper- ) dude,i'mgonnacomeifyoukeeptalkinglikethat-;;;
i'mtryingnotto-!
( Grunting out, bowing his head into Katsukis shoulder desperatly, pressing his own cheek into the bright red one that met his there-- Bakugos growling about 'killing him if he came' prematurely somewhat helped him to bounce back and focus, it also helped Kirishima squeezed his own ass to hold anything in-) shit, okay- sorry. I'm okay- ... uhn, almost-
( Then he was on his back, finally-- scratched up, hot skin soothed by the clean, cold patch of sheets under him that warmed up pretty soon after just from meeting his sweaty back. Still, it felt nice- and he exhaled, long and low. Wet, sweat, and cum glossy on his dipped stomach as he tried to breath in cool air while the boy ontop of him tried to work out his end of the rotation- something about not being able to move. ) you...okay? ( Face meeting with ash blonde hair poking at him, opening his pinched eyes when he felt the kneading of his shoulder, being used like a tension ball for Bakugo to abuse all he wanted, that felt great too...
Taking their time was fine with him, he was doing it too: curling his toes that no longer left numb( they even cracked a little), his thighs were burning like he'd been squatting for hours without rest, he felt how his hands had somehow found their way to the sweet, firm mounds of Katsukis ass, pawing at them in a gentle massaging motion like a cat making biscuits, how his fingertips could feel the wetness seeping out of his boyfriend now that he was on top-- Bakugos butt must really be burning. Frowning a little, slowly Kirishima peeked over to watch the blonde take inventory of his limbs before starting to push himself up, and he followed the other hero's movements- Bakugo had always been an overachiever at, literally, everything. This was no different- but Kirishima also knew the blonde got passionate and tended to go overboard sometimes, and he didn't want this to be one of those times either.
He hummed, craning his neck to peek up at the other as he started to slowly rise up, and off their chest to chest embrace-) do you wanna maybe- t..ake a bre-
( Bakugo is fully now kneeling over him, tall with that plump bum settled comfortably over his lap, with Kirishimas cock strained with want inside him. Bakugos elongated torso now stretched up for him to see looked right out of a magazine-- no longer curled, pressed or overshadowed by his own-- pecs, biceps and collarbone on full display for him to wonder up at- oh, yeah, he looked like some sun-god bare chested like that. Abdomen toned with the lovely glimmer of the mess they made earlier still decorating his stomach. He still had all of his own, and Kirishimas mess on his chest, which left the red-heads mouth partly open- ) uh- ....
( Maybe we should take a water break, Bakugo- or maybe a nap, or-- IS what he wanted to say but all he could do is stare up at his boyfriends firm and glazed pecs, then Katsukis face slanted juust a tad to the side, in a lazy but adorable-- and attractive-- way that made Kirishima squeeze the handfuls of skin he was unconsciously groping, and slowly he starts leaning up as if he couldn't help but gravitate towards Katsuki's lovely lips that were offering him some debauched praise- the only think keeping him from sitting up to attack Bakugo's mouth was the firm hand on his shoulder keeping him still.)
yeah...~ ( Bakugo is offering an amazing chance at some kinky talk, while he sits on his hardened dick, with his full chest on display like this for him and all Eijirou can come up with is 'yeah'? It was probably because his brain was starting to focus on other things-- like the way those warm insides were plushly squeezing around his hardened cock again- but now they felt different, heavier, tighter-
Its an oven bell that goes off in his brain- ding!
Giving the other boys rump a needy squeeze, coaxing Bakugo to keep going and indulge him with his dirty words while Kirishima swallowed, and very slowly shifted his legs-- he was suddenly very aware of everything leaving Katsukis pinched ring, it was leaking, very slowly but surely onto his inner thighs, and he peeked down between them to see if it was as messy as it felt-- only to meet with Bakugos own erection, proud and burning darker, leaning back against the blondes milky navel-- the idea of Katsuki getting hard for him while he sat on his dick tilted that "turned on" gauge for him all the way-
Red eyes shooting up to look at his boyfriends glazed over look with his own wanting expression, lips burning for a kiss--) does it feel good, Katsuki? ...mmn? like this?
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Date: 2/17/22 04:05 (UTC)Ends up going for it and finally wrenching himself up on top of the other boy, pinning his lover down between him and the mattress and clasping him between his knees and thighs. Remembering all too soon there was a fucking hard-on shoved up his ass and he basically just sat on it. Hard. Still leaving him panting and breathless from not only the barrel roll, but that god damn desperate thrust in the middle of it mashing Eijiro's hips into his cheeks and shoving the non-existent extra inch of dick inside him. Nerves flared up, eagerly grabbing at the sensation of his boyfriend's smooth sac spreading against his ass, heavy balls rolling at his cleft, as if ti prove there was nothing else left to cram in there. Bastard...]
Yeah well you're not gonna come now, huh. [Bakugo lifted his shoulder and rubbed it against the corner of his mouth, never once unlocking his crimson eyes with Kirishima's scarlet. Tempted to roll them again, just to hear the other boy's breathless curses and frantic apologies as he tried not to explode. But nah, this was more fun, even as he gave them some time to rest. Felt like if he bothered to raise and lower himself even an inch, he'd probably do his own exploding. And the view from up here... Fuck, the view. Sweat clinging to Kirishima's skin, wandering down his temple, a droplet or two licking over the curve of his sculpted pectoral, a small pool of sweat and semen resting in the start of his spread out abdominals.. Bakugo wanted to run his tongue along Kirishima's ribs to collect some of the briney beads there, but he'll have to save it for later. The question earned a cocky snort and the blonde reached behind him with a smug expression trying to fight off the hazy flush of arousal under his skin.] Fucking fine.
[Couldn't move too much, but enough to stretch his arm and drop his hand behind the curve of his ass, middle finger finding the underside of Kirishima's dick, what tiny sliver of it remained outside of him. Katsuki's eyes lidded as he stroked the area, rubbing his silken sac and playing with hi friend's balls while tracing the straining grip of his rim, stretched all around the other hero.] God, you're that fucking deep in me... [Bakugo's voice came out a thick, husky purr as he fondled Eijiro's root and balls, teasing him and enjoying the sensation.] Can't even thrust like this. [If his butt was burning, the blonde's not making any indication of it. (Definitely was, but he's gritting through it.) Finding the red-haired boy's fingers of one hand kneading his cheeks, Katsuki abandoned Eijiro's dick and instead messed with his hand a few times. Plucking at his fingers or tapping his knuckles, Dicking around with him as he gave himself some time to adjust to the position and feeling. If he went overboard, that was on him.]
I'll move when I'm fucking ready. [Yeah, taking a break but not admitting he was taking a break. Pressing down with his hips to grind himself into his boyfriend's lap. Felt him move inside him just a little, giving him the lewd image of being in control of a joystick compared to taking a fucking piston slamming into his ass. Bakugou's mouth quirked up again in a smirk.] Felt that. Your heartbeat. [Pulsing in his shaft. His eyes wandered all over again, noticing his ow hand print fading on Kirishima's defined shoulder as the sweat wiped away the previous grip's smear. Cables in his neck flexing to drag down a swallow of spit via that supple throat dipping downward. Kirishima looked like a fucking model despite being flat on his back beneath him, hair thrown back above his forehead and fanning out a little around the back of hi neck... and for whatever reason, those ogling eyes and partly-open mouth only made the sight more erotic.]
Dammit, Eijiro, I could get off just looking at you. Wanna take a picture... [But why bother when he's one door over? Probably should get some water before they both end up dehydrated from sweating so much (and other emissions), but that kind of thinking requires a working brain. Or at least one that isn't running full tilt on "god he's hot" and "he feels so damn good" and other lizard-minded thoughts swarming him. Everything shattered back to reality when those hands squeezed his cheeks and Katsuki's breath rushed out in a hard "haa-!" of pleasure and surprise, the muscular, wet walls of his ass constricting around Kirishima's cock in a ripple of mounds and ribbons. Fuck! Don't grab him like tha- Crimson eyes narrowed, red blooming on his face again as the other teen began to sit up. Which prompted the blonde to slap a hand down on Eijiro's chest again and shove his powerful body back down to the bed.]
Down, Eijiro. I'm on top. [Oh? He agreed to that? Heh, might've bitched at him if the redhead had managed out more than a "yeah". Another squeeze earned another gasp and Bakugo's chest bowed forward as he tried his first experimental roll of his hips, free hand moving to press to the arch of his pelvis and his head turning on his neck to look over his shoulder. Like he might be able to see his boyfriend's cock spreading him open between his cheeks. Strained his torso, muscle flexing hard in an athletic twist from the attempt. No such luck, but he got a nice view of Kirishima's legs and balls as the redhead began to move his limbs.] Don't you dare fucking thrust till I say so...
[Katsuki finally turned back around and focused on his downed boyfriend again. Kirishima was trying to look at something, but Bakugo certainly wasn't going to lift up and let him watch everything drip. Not yet anyways. He'd have to deal with feeling it leak.] Feels like you're right here. [Bakugo touches his free hand to his stomach, fingers fanning out over his abs to trace between the grooves of his chiseled front in a lazy up and down motion.] Sitting inside my guts. You're fucking warm... hot. [He rolls his head forward, leering at his lover from a hooded gaze under his choppy ashen bangs.] I can tell every detail, where that big head of yours is... [And tenses up, squeezing his abs and his ass to constrict around Kirishima's cock.] Just how much you're stretching me open at the base... [Easier to talk without the bucking and thrusting, though his lungs felt strained from all the heavy breathing he'd already done.]
Best part is I can feel this-- [Fingers arch up on Eijiro's chest and Katsuki deliberately spiders his hand slowly across the perky mound of his boyfriend's pectorals, deliberately flicking a budded nipple along the way. Before settling his hand over his pec, fingers and palm molding to the firm meat. Where that strong thump-thump, thump-thump fills his hand with rhythm.] --inside me. We're connected. [And he's going to have one hell of a bad Pavlovian response to this next time he pins Kirishima on the ground during a fight.] It feels fucking amazing like this. You're already leaking out. Ready to come again so soon.
sorry for the delay!;
Date: 2/20/22 06:44 (UTC)This is nothing, this is nothing, this is nothing- the mantra in his head replayed over and over as Bakugo tried to adjust to their new position. Prying both eyes open, merely wincing as he set eyes on the blonde positioning himself just right, then reaching back for something-- at least he answered, saying he was 'fine' in the most Bakugo way possible, with a shitgrin tugging at his pretty lips. Which made Kirishima shut his eyes again, brows scrunching up helplessly from the sight with a flush on his cheeks- it was such a turn-on how much Katsuki was into it, into them, how his boyish smugness morphed into a lewd version of Bakugo-- a version Kirishima could dream about every night now. He whined up into the air quietly, adam's apple bobbing in his throat, grunting pathetically into the air-) uuughhnn...Katsuki- you're so hot- aha;; ( Chuckling helplessly into the air- like, how was it possible for someone to be so wry out in the world, and so sensual in here? It left the red-head boggled, hence the pathetic little chuckle just now. Opening his eyes again-- because he felt that-- Oh, oh oooh he was touching his ba--)
W-wHAooo- holdon- hold on, Bakugo--;;
( Neck craning up, needly mouthing up into the air, feeling the gentle prodding at the underside of his shaft, where that strong vein was being rubbed at, then those warm fingertips traveled further to fondle his tenderest sac with a familiarity only another boy would have for such a spot-- Bakugo groped him like if they were in some dirty film-- and he loved it. It left him tensed up, giving a gentle thrust while his eyes fluttered shut- cracking a whimpy smile-) s-sshiit, not there- mmnn... I'll- ( Brows scrunching up as he whined softly, then Bakugos purr rivetted down his pale torso, vibrating south through those lovely, messy abs, until the sound squeezed around Kirishimas cock in an almost unfair way-
His brain was going blank, eyes snapping open-- gritting his sharp teeth shut-- you can take it, you can take it, you can take it. Katsuki was adjusting himself, turning just a little bit over their bodies, saying something about being unable to thrust- which made Kirishima whimper-- chin tucking immediately into his own collarbone with the hope of catching sight of anything naughty happening between their joined middles, pupils dilated a little- he was seeing stars.) it feels... deep, Katsuki, h-aa... soo good- ( The blondes lush tone earned him a desperate squeeze of his ass cheeks, kneeing both hands simultaneously like if it was some magic move that would sooth both his earnest pain, and Katsukis burning all at the same time-- if anything, it was keeping him from thrusting, because he was about to pop. )mmmmmmnnnn....y-yeah-;; take your time-
( It was tight, his voice- holding himself in place while his raw dick settled inside of the blonde- even while Bakugo ground, turned, and wiggled his ass to get his barings- nah, no problem. It was simply KILLING him-! His dick felt like it was melting inside of those soft, powerful walls so perfectly shaped they were kneading his hardened cock into pudding, he'd be surprised if his junk wasn't bruised after all of this-- maybe if he- NOPE. Not doing that.
But he grunted quietly trying his hardest to stay put like his life depended on it, his own glutes were starting to cramp up from containing his desperate hips from moving-- flinching at the sight of his boyfriend glancing over his shoulder, and watched the way his whole pale upper body flexed to turn like that, how his neck wound, collar flexed, how his abdomen tightened from the turn over move-- it pulled at his dick, juuust right-
Making him jerk up a little, pawing a tight squeeze of doughy cheeks- he couldn't focus if Katsuki kept moving like this-- and his toothy gripped frown was hidden by now pursed lips-- curling his toes until they got tight. Bakugo couldn't honestly think his one braincell could hold a conversation while holding his dick hostage like that! But he's told not to thrust, not until he's told too- god that was so hot, and mean-) d-duuude-;; I'm trying not to pop- .... your voice is so- uhnn... sexy.
( Whispering the last bit--offering his boyfriend a lazy, weak smirk as he opened his eyes, the way the blonde was speaking to him ticked every box in Kirishimas list- he could come now if Katsuki gave him sixty-seconds, he could feel it in his groin, how it painfully tightened up a little bit everytime Bakugo crooned out anything lewd, or dirty. In that low, sultry voice that rasped a bit now, from all the moaning he'd done just a few moments ago. )
h-huh? nowaydude, no pictures.; ( Crimson eyes widened a little, brows hitching higher, that sobered him up just a bit-- his brain was love-fogged, but it wasn't that fried-- they were going for pro-hero opportunities! No way was he going to let them mess that up with some naughty photos accidentally getting leaked out, or someone messing with them because of that. Red eyes watched Katsuki for a second, was he trying to look back at what-? His legs? Maybe he was trying to look back at-- oh, at himself? Maybe the way his dick was spreading his tight, puckered ring open? Katsuki was just as curious as he was about how their bodies were fitting together, how it looked when his hardened shaft bent at the base just a tad from trying to keep itself in there for so long- every time the blond boys body moved, his hips reacted by nuzzling his cock back in there just a little deeper-
Kirishima couldn't take his eyes off their middles, where Bakugos softened sac was resting comfortably on his lower belly, it was silky, plump and like the firmest mochi he wanted to roll in his mouth-- topped off with that curved, feverishly lulling dick swaying right before his eyes, as if tempting Kirishima to grab at it-- a bead of pre tickling Katsukis pinkened head. Everything about Bakugo was perfect: perfectly shaped, perfectly firm thighs, toned chest, tight in the right places. Velvety mounds perfectly squishing down on him just right. Perfect skin-- fair in most places while it tanned a sun-kissed shade where his uniform didn't protect the skin, and then it grew gently darker, right on the head of Katsukis strained dick-- a rose dark color peeking proudly there. The sight left Kirishima wanting to wrap his lips around every inch of his chest, to mouth sweet words into his boyfriends skin, and ravish him with tender bites on his pecs. To ravish Bakugos round nips selfishly like the horny youth he was-) shit, Katsuki- is it good? mm? can you-...feel it? inside?
( Repeating everything the other boy fed him, then licking his dry lips which would have stayed wet if they could actually kiss-- messy and sloppy, just like before.
But he'd make do, for now, with just the sight of himself leaking out of Bakugos rear, feeling it trickle down his inner thighs-- he spread his legs a little bit, in response to it, the dribble of clear felt warm leaving Katsukis slowly relaxing rim- )
you're messy, Katsuki... haa- all wet- nmm- ...
( Harboring the last bit of self-control he could muster, he watched the blonde stretch those nimble fingers over himself, over his stomach-- describing the way Kirishimas head was muddling its way through the other boys insides, how it penetrated him so-- it riled him up just the right way. But it was nothing compared to how the blonde pressed down on his plush chest, palm warm against hot skin that laid over his heart, the lively flutter thumping up to greet Katsukis palm as it skipped a beat for him- and Kirishima yearned upwards, the only thing stopping him wad the hand making him wanna crunch up to kiss Katsuki from the way he made him feel-) Katsuki-
( He was whining again, desperate, hands pulling back from that lovely spot on his butt cheeks, up to clasp his boyfriends narrow and tight hips, clamping there with a gentle squeeze as he bucked, innocently a bit twitchy-- his lower lip wibbling as he groaned up to the other for anything.) Nnhhh- I gotta, Katsuki- I w-..nn, wanna move, please? I gotta, I'm dying, haa- I need to comeinsideyouagain-
( Hushing out in a rushed grunt of words as his hips slowly began to knead upward, with desperatly small thrust- he didn't just want to fill up Katsuki until the very rim, he wanted to fill his boyfriend up while he touched his wonderfully warm hand to his heart like this- ) ssshhhit-;;
s'all good~
Date: 2/21/22 22:38 (UTC)Of course he was fine! He took Kirishima in to the balls already their first round, hard enough as it was, and his hip aren't shattered or anything. But since he's up here now... Bakugo glances back to the other boy, unable to keep off that lewd expression of pleasure and admiration as he drinks in the sight of his lover reacting to his touch. Furrowed brows pinching inward, eyes clenching shut and those amazing sharp teeth baring between his kiss-swollen lips. Flushed red as his hair and dripping with sweat and come from before. Wasn't just Katsuki who was into it. His fingers curled, rubbing sensitive skin and playing a few more times just to try and drag out a few more of those delicious whimpers.] Heh, you're the one who's fucking hot, idiot. [Literally, but he could take that whatever way he wanted. Easy for him to be able to let himself react more freely around Eijiro right now. One, they're having sex. Two, it's just them. Three, it's Eijiro. The guy's been able to get under his skin and build a friendship with him over the months and now years. If anyone's going to see Bakugo sensual, it's this guy.]
What? This too much for you, Kirishima? [He shouldn't be having this much fun playing with his sac like this, but hell with it. This guy just plowed him through the fucking mattress; it's his turn to have some fun and turn the redhead into a panting mess. Mental note: his balls are Riot's weak point in bed. Yeah, he knew what felt good on himself at least. Turns out those were sensitive spots on Kirishima too. From the pulsing swell of his urethra to the hanging weight of his balls in that smooth sac. Fingers tucking under their heavy dangle so he could lift them up and palm them in the warm sweat of his hand. And give his fingertips excuse to slip behind the now rolling pouch and trace a few sweeping "come here" motions across Eijiro's perineum. He managed to hold off on a sound when the other hero bucked like that.] Yeah? Feels like you like it there...
[Katsuki grinned at the wide stare of his eyes. Finally opened them again, huh. A badge of pride he got Kirishima gritting his teeth like that. Yeah, the guy could take it, but it really was a fucking rush to have him reacting like this. Don't thrust, take it and enjoy it, wait your turn, down boy. He's the one in control now.] Course it's... haah... deep. I'm-- ngh... fucking sitting on you. [He arched his spine like a bow again as warm hands groped the globes of his ass like some kind of control stress ball, kneading the muscle in his palms that spread his cheeks and stretched the already stuffed-full ring of muscle currently playing host to Eijiro's engorged member. Katsuki drops his head back, eyes falling shut in a rush of pleasure from the motions, unable to stop the way his cock jumped and throbbed between his legs. Fucking hell, that feels amazing. Kirishima's not even moving and he can feel his cock pounding away its presence inside the sweltering walls of his body.
It wasn't like it was easier on Katsuki. Every goddamn "thum-thum" of blood beating inside his lover's cock branded the rivulets of his veins on he inside of the blonde's spasming channel. He want to buck and lift and sit and all host of other motions right now, fuck himself silly until he's painting the redhead with another coat of white. His calves seize up and his toes curl against the side of his lower legs, doing what he can to hold himself in check for just a few more minutes.] Gonna get off on just my voice, Eijiro? ... Heh, wanna fill me up again-- aaah... Fuck, you should-ngh, be this hot, idiot.
[Except he is. Hot, sexy, arousing. Katsuki gazes down at him, tongue sliding between the close-set rows of his teeth, slowly so those red eyes could see the glide of pink muscle over white enamel. Talking dirty to him was probably a low blow, but Eijiro was so fucking tight beneath him; he could feel every tension of his muscles clenching and hardening, ass cheeks hollowing to keep his hips down and legs flexing under his own ass and thighs for the same restraint. Just a few more seconds.
No pictures then. He'd keep all this locked up in his head. From the way Kirishima's knees tented and twitched in effort to avoid bouncing up for the best placement for a thrust, to the slight bend at the base of his cock every time Katsuki rolled his hips and let that scant half inch of flesh slide free from the sucking greed of his ass only to swallow it back inside until all evidence was buried between those two beautiful balls snugly shoving up against the plump of his cheeks. What was he looking at? All of him. Every fucking part of his man was gorgeous, worth the attention and action he was giving it right now. Shouldn't be such a turn on, being connected to Eijiro like this, but hell, having the other man sheathed within him, feeling his heart beats pounding inside his body, knowing his friend was part of him right now. Intimate, erotic, a god damn turn on. They fit together well, starting with the rare fist bump to the elbow on his shoulder to the arm draped around his neck to the press of their bodies flush with each other on the bed to now being completely plugged up by his boyfriend's visceral flesh. Yeah... he liked it a lot.]
Fuck, of course it's good, Shitty Hair! [Voice broken by the pleasure coursing through him, eyes burning down into Kirishima's face.] Your heart beat, I can feel your pulse inside me. [A dizzy grin that's arrogant, aroused, taunting, and tantalizing.] Feels amazing. [From his head to his balls, inside and out. Katsuki rolled his hips again, inching slightly off the other boy's cock, moaning from the pleasure of his rim distending a little as it clung to the slippery shaft sliding from him. Then dented inward as he pushed back, impaling himself to his lover's root all over again. Finally tugging his hand free of his shoulder, Bakugo swung them both around backwards, planting his palms on Kirishima's muscular thighs, fingers squeezing at the defined trunks below them. Let him brace on his legs, lean back and present his entire front, from his head down to his knees, completely naked, soaking in sweat and come, hard as a rock and standing obscenely proud against his stomach, balls hanging between his thighs, and Eijiro's hips incriminatingly trapped between the blonde's kneeling legs.]
Who's the one-- shit, asshole... who's the hot guy who mmm- made me all fucking wet, huh. [Another roll and he winces in pleasure, one eye shutting as the blonde's sculpted abs strain against his light skin.] Fuck... you're so deep. That's it... grab me... hold on, Eijiro. [Strong hands cupping at his narrow hips, fingers fluttering as the redhead got his best grip on his pelvis and the taut barrel of his sides. Kirishima squeezed and Bakugo's dick jumped against his abs thanks to that fucking thrust nudging him up into his hole again. A heady moan bubbled through his lips and he rolled his head to the side, tongue peeking out of his lips to rub at the corner of his mouth. Staring down at his lover in a hungry-yet-sated-manner. Yeah, he had enough of this fucking waiting. If they're on the wire tight between them, fuck it. He's ready.]
Fucking move, babe. [Digging his fingertips into Kirishima's legs, he kneads at the flexing muscle, teeth setting and his eyes lidding from the pleasure of another motion below. This time, Bakugo's the one who lifts, core crunching slightly to arch his waist up and drag his ass upward. Wet skin peels from Eijiro's shaft, dragging from his base to the middle of his shaft, before Katsuki drops again, impaling himself in a firm shove that pounds the other boy's dick right back inside him with a meaty, hearty smack of his ass to his hips. Makes his body jolt, toes popping from how hard he curled them and a few tiny sparks from his palms bursting against his lover's thighs.] Fuck me-- guh... c'mon, stud. Want you to slam it-- mnhn. Ngh... yeah, just like that, Eijiro. Shit, fill me up with you all... alloveragain. [Another smirk and breathless chuckle purrs from his lips.] Can't you feel it? I'm almost drained. [Leaking out all over his balls, lap, and thighs.] Gimme more, Kirishima.
[More of you.]
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