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Date: 1/17/22 07:25 (UTC)[It's sorely tempting to knock that elbow from his desk and watch Kirishima collapse all over it in a bouncing tumble down to the floor. But he avoided the temptation in lieu of banging him on the head. It's a practiced maneuver after all.]
When the fuck am I difficult?!
[They'll have to talk about where they're heading over to in a bit, once he's done being an irritable rascal over everything Kirishima's saying. Glaring down at him despite that blazing grin shining up at him instead. Saying those things with this kind of fucking face... It's impossible for him to stay mad at him for long, what with those ruby eyes of his gazing from below those ridiculous spikes of crimson hair. Still managing to capture that innocent-yet-mischievious look.]
YOU CALLING ME SUSPECT OR SOMETHING, SHITTY HAIR?!
[What if he socked him right in that dimple of his?! He doesn't, but it's fucking tempting to! Still gets him grabbed and hauled up to get raged at. All explosive gremlin faced and everything! Doesn't matter that he's banging his fist on that hardened sheet of hair and skin; he's still gonna clobber him for being such a cheeky shit about it!
It's only after Kirishima more or less wormed away from him and arched back over the desk, ending up with Bakugou more or less leaning over him in response, that his words finally start to get through to the blonde and ease him back down from the assault. Also because he kind of finished venting on him as well... One of the reasons they get along because Bakugou can pound on him and blow him up and Kirishima can more or less escape from it unharmed. At least he doesn't rip his shirt?]
I meant how'd you fucking get in the school, making shit jokes like that. [But the moment's passed and Bakugou eases off him, letting go of Kirishima's shirt with a husk of material slipping from his fingers. He snorts at him once before leaning back and taking a seat in his chair with a flumping drop that causes it to squeak a bit beneath him. Ugh, this guy can be so fucking tiresome at times. So exuberant and full of energy. And stupidity.] Forget it. Can't believe you're cracking up over that.
[Grade school kid humor. He reaches up and catches Kirishima's arm by the wrist, dragging him over a little to smirk right up into his face.]
Unless you're really just bein a big pervert.
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Date: 1/17/22 08:35 (UTC)[ Words had to be perfectly chosen when dealing with his close buddy here- good thing Kirishima was so good at it, talking. At least when he wasn't being completely used as a sandbag! His head bumped back at the hits, hardened right eye squinting just out of natural human reaction-- he didn't feel the punches but they still knocked a little vibration into him.
Out of common sense he tried talking around the rough noogies he was being given, speaking up a bit as he tried to wave Bakugo, and his blazing fists, away--] d- dude you're gonna hurt your hand. [ Warily peeking an eye at the other who was still leaning over him, the fist raised as if ready to throttle Kirishima again- buuut, it stopped. See? Easy.]
I'm nooot... I'm just sayin' it's funny that you think I'm difficult. [ Smiling as the area around his eyes slowly dissipated back to it's natural skin, the hardened flakes of hair bristling back to individual hair spikes that actually looked softer soo up close.
Kirishima chuckled a little, lowering both hands as Bakugo slowly pulled back, and plopped down on his own chair. Hands slowly easing down the shirt that had just been clutched in Bakugo's rough paws, gently rubbing away the wrinkles, meanwhile talking down at his shirt with pointed interest ...] well, it's not like I cracked a bunch'a jokes on the freshman interview, dude. I would'a never gotten in, heh.
maybe they just liked me?
[ Smiling biiig, since he knew that's not how it worked- but still! That should be a thing.] hn? whaaat, it was funny!
[ Slowly propping both palms on the desks edge to keep himself there, smiling over to the blond with a toothy smile just as he shrugged-- red eyes lulling over the ceiling a little bit.] I'dunno-- no one ever hears you talking about that stuff, so it was--
[ Freeze.
he tensed, but didn't harden at the touch, since the cause of his tense response was... different. Suddenly it was him hovering over, hunched up top Bakugo, who smeared a grin all over his paler face, smug and meanish like he discovered something he wasn't meant to.
Like this he felt much taller, he had a few centimeters on the blond usually, but this felt better-
Kirishimas eyes a little wider than before, and suddenly he felt a little warm on the face-- a little hesitant as he leaned up and back. Saving face with a small, sheepish smile and an even softer tone. Eyes dropping from that shitgrin down to where Bakugos hand gripped him ever so firmly- ] huh?; no way dude. I was just teasing...
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Date: 1/18/22 03:29 (UTC)Haaah?! You say something, Shitty Hair?! [He's punched you all over the place and hasn't hurt his damn hand! (Yes he has but hasn't said shit about it cause he's a tough guy.) But at least the attempted wave does fend the blonde off to retreat back to his seat and leave Kirishima's head alone. Don't you dare fucking think you can wrangle him so easily! He simply felt like not beating your brick any further!]
Che! You've got your difficult side. [Adorable and amiable as the redhead is, he's not fucking perfect and he can exasperate people for different reasons. From being too noisy and energetic to being too optimistic or thick headed. Not that anyone's ever gonna give Kirishima grief over that. He's someone they all like to call a friend. (Except for Bakugou, cause he doesn't ever use that f-word.)
Hmph... It's always interesting to watch the hero's Quirk come undone. Seeing those spikes of hair turning from intense needles that could tear apart concrete to something that looks soft enough to run your fingers through, despite the way it stood up in all those ridiculous directs when he had it gelled.
Bakugou finds his eyes taking a wander down to Kirishima's chest when the guy smoothed his shirt down. Fuck, does he even realize how visible the definitions of his pecs are when he does that?]
You were probably too busy being fucking loud and passionate. [And yes, of course they liked him. Everyone ultimately liked Kirishima. Bakugou scoffs at the very idea the redhead questioned the possibility.] Like they couldn't...
[Actually that's part of how it worked. He flicks his friend off anyways and rests his elbow on the desk, chin propped on his palm. Giving him a damn nice vantage point to go grinning at the redhead when he reels him over for the taunting accusation. Hey, what's he gonna think when you're over there laughing at "cum" being part of a word? That's juvenile, but also lewd.
Now he's just waiting to see if Kirishima's gonna deny or admit to that. And don't go thinking you have some centimeters on him just cause you're leaning over him, buddy. He can easily stand up. The way those red eyes drop to his wrist and how red the other boy got on his slightly tanner skin was more or less incriminating evidence. Bakugou traces his thumb across Kirishima's wrist, brushing at the underside and over the two tendons below the heel of his palm.]
So you're not thinking anything dirty when I say I could put some capsicum in your mouth?
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Date: 1/18/22 04:36 (UTC)[ Warning him with a light tone as he tried to bat the other boy away, chuckling as he tried to evade the fit of fist Bakugo was tossing his way.
As the blonde plopped back to his chair, Kirishima huffed while straightened up his top, it was a limited edition! ( only 1000 sold in Japan!) Finally, his eyes darted up when confronted with a devastated truth-- according to Katsuki Bakugou, he was "difficult."
Kirishima's eyes rolling up to think, lower lip jutting out in thought, humming with a small shrug- a quaint smile forming on his lips ] I mean... maaaybe? I don't think I am? I know Denki said I'm too 'touchy'? or like- friendly... but- [ Cropped red brows knitting gently between his eyes, pondering the thought.] I don't think that's a bad thing, right?
[ Smile grew wider as the blush on his face creeped up his ears, waving a free hand at the blonds assumption-- their Freshman Interview process had been a hell of a circus, at least for Kirishima. ] no way dude, I was SUPER nervous- ;; I think I choked like- three- times.... oh-! and I had to call my mom to bring me a clean shirt cause, I was like in the middle of it sweating my butt off.
[ He'd be a liar if he said he didn't hear him, the little grumbled compliment-- but his face usually betrayed him when he tried to hide stuff. He smiled a little tight, but just averted his eyes back to the desk- then, he opened his mouth, like usual...] they could... have. Not, I mean?
what if they didn't like, I dunno, my look? my mom was so mad I dyed my hair the night before. heh.
[ The memory was a little nerve-wracking but his brain was quick to pivot to the moment right now- in Bakugos room.
Eyes slowly moving back, from where their hands were touching, to the blonds defiantly smug face- looking up at him from where he sat- he couldn't help but swallow but the knot in his throat bobbed stubbornly in place. This wasn't the first time he felt like this around Bakugo- nervous.
It was a different type of nervous; sure, the blonde intimidated mostly everyone in their class, but not Kirishima. The nerves he felt were different, just like the way Bakugous face was... different than any of the other guys in their class. It was round, fair, and his complexion was softer( maybe he stared more than he should, okay??)
Shoji's face was rigid, Denki's skin was tanned, and Todoroki's complexion.. they were all different type of manly! He'd even heard the girls talk about it, with a little envy in their voices- how it was probably because of his quirk. The way he sweats.
Kirishima had worked pretty hard the last three years in UA to 'not be weird' about it. How he enjoyed being around the other boy, work together! and, spar, and be a team. He enjoyed that with everyone- but with Bakugo it was just different.
So the few times things like this happened, the red headed tended to play it off-- the nerves getting to him-- plus, the sensation on his wrist making the last braincell in his empty head short-circut.
now he knows how Denki feels.]
n....ooo? [ Nice. Lips moving awkwardly slow, but he snapped out of it went he felt prickling on his cheeks-- where the red flush was popping up, his quirk was reacting with tiny, little spikes-- he suddenly jerked up the hand Bakugo was touching, to touch his own cheek. Bashfully smiling as he leaned away from the other hero, trying to rub the quirk off his cheeks.] duuuude. don'tsayitlikethat-! [ He was whispering, loudly, what if someone heard him?! ]
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Date: 1/18/22 21:53 (UTC)Difficult. And yet Bakugo's still not left the redhead to the wayside. Difficult doesn't mean impossible. He reaches up with his free hand and flicks the jutted lower lip for no reason other than he feels like touching him. He smirks at the musing comments from the other boy.] Stop thinking so hard about it. You're gonna give yourself a fucking aneurysm.
[Bakugo's expression flattens some when Kirishima goes out of his way to prove that he wasn't the picture of friendly during the exam. Really doesn't need the report, Shitty Hair. The finger on Kirshima's lip ends up flicking up and down on it.] You got in. Stop fucking freaking out over shit that doesn't matter anymore.
[Not that he's one to talk about not dwelling on weakness and mistakes of the past, but he certainly doesn't go gushing them on other people. The blonde shrugs off the muted concern before he leans forward to peer into Kirishima's eyes.] You showed everyone just how fucking strong you are and promised to be a hero who'd never break. Impressed the whole damn nation with your strength. And you're gonna fret over someone not liking the fact you dye and spike your hair?
[Just in case there are lingering haunts about that drifting around in Kirishima's head. Bakugo's gonna blast those away because the other hero doesn't need that shit in there. Right now, he'd rather the guy focus on what's going on in the room. Because talk about immature amusement over "capsicum" was definitely revealing some interesting feelings in his friend that Bakugo was curious about exploring. Mostly because he could already guess what they were. From the way his eyes drifted to the side to how his throat dipped in that swallow and the his cheeks flushed that crimson hue.
There were things about Kirishima that only he had, no one else. Apart from simply being the happy, energetic guy, Bakugo paid attention to his looks, noting the angle of his brows and the way his hair framed or outlined his face when it was up versus down. The complexion and texture of his skin, with only that little scar on his brow showing that for all his brick hardness, Kirishima was still soft, still human, warm and strong. A smile that was irritatingly attractive, made even more ironically charming since those sharp ass teeth of his could be seen as intimidating to many, and yet were simply part of the guy's features for Bakugo. Accenting him, the angles, the firmness, muscular like a fucking macho man and yet still approachable as a trusted, handsome hero. Kirishima drew people to him... Bakugo was irritated to find himself one of them, but now, seeing the reactions the other boy was having towards him, that competitive nature on the blonde was quick to jump forward and snatch it.]
How do you want me to say it? [He let his hand go, resting his chin in his palm again and regarding Kirishima with that little smirk again. A tiny spark or two popped on the surface of his palm, just shy of Bakugo's own cheek, and yet doing little more than flickering some light on his skin. Intimidating, threatening, alluring, being an attractive pain in the ass as he watched his friend scramble over his own feelings.] Kirishima...
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Date: 1/18/22 23:02 (UTC)How some of them were still a little iffy on where they stood, even if he did get an internship with one of the BEST heroes on the ground there was still a chance he--
but the finger touching at his mouth shot down that wobbly train-of-thought pretty quick. Bakugou almost never touched people, this was weird- but, a nice weird. Leaning away just slightly from the flick, just half an inch, he didn't wanna act like he hated it! just, lean back a little as he tried to process the rough, but kind, words the blond was verbally throttling into his brain. If Bakugou was saying it- it had to be true-- those shot red eyes drilling into Kirishimas own darker crimson ones. A different type of nervous...] I know, I just-
[ Then the finger tittered up, then down, over his lip like that.
this time he leaned back a little more with surprise, ears so red they blended into his half-up half-down hair( the gel and wax worn out from the day.) His lower lip tucking in, out of reflex, to wet his lip and-- oooh don't think about if it tasted like anything!
Fumbling to bounce back from that combination of ...odd, interaction. Usually he was the one pumping up confident notes, or you know, pumping up his friends. But like everything else Bakugou did-- this felt intense.]
pft-- n-.. not the whole nation. ;; [ Was all he could muster up-- blinking, he rubbed the spot behind his ear, tucking a red flake of hair back. There HAD been national TV stations broadcasting on that day he fought alongside Fatgum, and he HAD done a pretty solid job, even if he did get his ass kicked at the end. He broke almost every bone in his body, BUT STILL! He did his best.]
I guess you're right ...
[ He was chewing on his lip a little, averted eyes up at the ceiling- and he stops the chewing when he notices it, swallowing again, only to awkwaaardly peer back down at Bakugou who's just sitting there, grinning up at him-
The knot in his throat cannonballing down to the pit in his stomach. The hand that had been massaging away the hardened blush-skin on his cheek reaching out to hover over the area in front of the blonds smug face, hiding it from his line of sight-- he was doing it on purpose?!] I don't want you to say it-!; [ A laugh bubbled up as he waved his hand, keeping Bakugous face hidden without actually touching it, he was too nervous to confront these thoughts. Plus! he wasn't even in his room! He was in dangerous territory here.]
I- I just thought it would be FUNNY, b- because - youknow!- you never like...talk about guy stuff, or like-- like, locker? talk?? That's what Iida called it?? [ He rambles when he's nervous.] Not like- I wanted.... you...to say...... uugh-
[ Using his other hand to rub his face a little, he sounded so dumb.]
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Date: 1/19/22 14:56 (UTC)When the redhead drew back, he didn't chase him, instead lowered his hand to his lap and merely watched him with a quiet gaze. Nervous, obviously, but at the same time, the guy looked completely confused and maybe agreeing and a host of other things as he tried to process something. Bakugou was left on another train of thought about why the hell Kirishima came in here and started dumping all this crap on him. Of course, the blonde was the one who told him to get his ass in here, but that had been mostly to blast him in the face for laughing at him and then kick him the fuck out. Not... quite the result now?
Since Kirishima's standing right there with his face and ears so red he swears the guy's hair dye must be leaking into his skin. It's pretty funny, but Bakugou's smirk flattened into a more neutral line as he regarded him trying to work out his feelings. As for the taste... nah, didn't taste much like anything. Bakugou's not sweating on purpose right now and his hand's dry. Might taste like plastic since he'd been holding his phone previously? No idea; Bakugou hadn't licked his phone before. Of course, his phone's probably absorbed some of the natural flavor of his sweat considering the obvious... Anyways!]
Uh-huh. [The Sports Festival. The Hero License Exam. A shit load of things had been in the news recently and Class 1-A had been spotlight center for quite a few of them. Kirishima was on national focus whether he wanted to admit it or not. Bakugou rested his mouth against his fist instead, one brow arching up in a silent challenge to the other boy's fumbling modesty. Yeah, the fight with Fat Gum had led into the whole mess with the Yakuza and Overhaul, another national event. Face it--
And Kirishima did.]
Damn right.
[It'd be easier if he just admitted it from the start and said Bakugou was right. Back to waiting again, eyes never wandering off somewhere like Kirishima's did. He was completely content to sit here and stare at him like a fucking hawk, waiting for some reason to continue this weirdness. Or some reason to properly kick him out of his room.
Oh? And now he had a hand in front of his face. Crimson eyes lingered on Kirishima's visage beyond his fingers and palm for a second before swinging inward to narrow on the hand being displayed in front of him. Letting him block his line of sight, even though Bakugou could still picture how red his friend was behind his hand. Dumb choice since it really didn't do shit.
Yeah, he really did sound dumb right now.]
Why would I talk about that kinda shit? [Bakugou lowered his hand and leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest in mild irritation at the comment. Guy stuff, locker room chat, hell if he spent his time and attention yapping about crap with the rest of the guys in the shower steam. He wasn't a sociable person. Of course, there were other reasons for not wanting to talk about it.] If I'm gonna talk about it, it's gonna be with someone I like, not someone I don't give two shits about.
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Date: 1/19/22 18:57 (UTC)[ Pausing the train of thought that carried him to this conversation- eyes staring up forward at nothing in particular as he realized it-- yeah, Bakugou was pretty much not like this with anyone, and they've been through tough & thin together, NOT to say Kirishima was special or anything, because there was always Midoriya, which was a whole different thing, and maybe Kirishima wasn't kindergarten friends with the blonde, but he could still be a great friend, a best friend, to Bakugou. And for the last two years he'd worked hard to whittle his way into his explosive friends space, which Kirishima wouldn't ruin for anything...
but, Bakugou sounded hot when he said it. ]
... ... huh? [ Snapping out of it, attention going right back to the other as he gingerly lowered the hand blocking him from view, it wasn't doing a great job anyways. The color of his face had deluted a little, but his cheeks still felt hot. Casually leaning back into the desk a bit more, letting his rump lean on the edge of it as he shrugged, mindlessly gripping on the edge of Bakugous desk to perch himself there-- eyes low on his own socks-- he hadn't had time to slip on slippers.
Bakugou was a little loner, this was true, and the fact the blonde didn't feel a need to be part of a group was still foreign to Kirishima-- even if he'd learned to respect it since their first-year together. They still invited him to things, and sometimes he went! But mostly, Bakugou was off on his own... and Kirishima wanted nothing more than to be there with him.
And this was no different, he was curious.] hmm, all the dudes do it...;
[ Kirishimas eyes peeked up at him finally, the last comment peaking his interest in a very unnaturally nosy way- it itched at his insides to know-] have you? talked about that stuff with.. anyone?
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Date: 1/20/22 17:24 (UTC)[Deliberate emphasis again, his voice dropping to something a little slurred and provocative. Not mean, more teasing if that smirk on the corner of his lips is anything to go by. Kirishima's not wrong about his standing. He doesn't have the years of history and background that Midoriya has with Bakugou, nor does he have the admiration the blonde's got for All Might. But those two aside, he does have the singular privilege of being the first one Bakugou ever connected with in class, close enough to the blonde that he could get away with touching him in public without getting an explosion or yelled at (not all the time anyways) and could also get away with being known as the explosive hero's friend without getting the normal angry refute to the term. Bakugou's comfortable around him, enough to be involved in his life as a roommate, partner, hero, tutor, and friend. Which says a lot.
He certainly isn't lowering his eyes from the other boy, brow remaining arched as Kirihshima finally lowers his hand and lets him see his face again. Still hot red all over his cheeks and ears, huh. Not as intensely glowing, but it's obviously there. Bakugou tilts his head to the side slightly as Kirishima leans back against his desk. He has a few questions in his mind, some of them mocking such as wondering if Kirishima's this flustered around other guys talking shit in the shower, some of them curious such as wondering how long the other guy's been this shy about things. It's actually a side of Kirishima Bakugou's not seen before. Normally he's so friendly and confident. Shy... is kind of attractive.
Yeah, he wasn't much for team things. Even if he'd calmed down some over their years together, it still took Kirishima and a wrench to get him to agree to go out and do something with their class. He could be cajoled into smaller groups, certainly could be hooked into shit by challenging or taunting him, but generally remained more a lone wolf and operated on his own. But it wasn't a hidden thing that he liked having Kirishima with him when he did go out for stuff.]
Do what? [There are a few interpretations here. Could be an absolute shit with Kirishima's clarification and tease him about talking capsicum, spice, and peppers with other people. Or he could be "nice" and go straight towards what he knows the redhead is implying. One hell of an analogous euphemism to get to this fucking topic... Bakugou frowns and stretches his arm across his chest.] Why the hell would I? I'm not interested in any of those extras.
[Certainly not going to waste time lingering in the bathroom or locker rooms to talk about erotic entertainment, even if it might be nothing more than blowing off steam for most of them.]
What, d'you wanna talk about it?
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Date: 1/20/22 20:03 (UTC)[ So he was doing it on purpose, it was a little mean how Bakugou was freely teasing him. Though, the color off his cheeks was staring to simmer down, leaving him rubbing at his cheek gently to try and help ease away the embarrassment from before, his quirk no longer reacting around the area-- the way Bakugous voice rivetted through him was, nice, it also felt a little naughty of him to like it? In secret, like he was doing so right now...
Keeping his gaze ahead, the red head shrugged once, trying his best to stay distracted by getting back on track.] y'know? talk about... the stuff we're into? or, who we're into? you're always done showering first, so... you never get to stick around to talk, I guess.
[ Kirishima noticed how the blond made it his mission to shower quickly, or shower in his room if he could help it-- which was a shame, since well, he just didn't get to share those manly moments with h-- okay, nevermind.
Clearing his throat a little, he looked down at the sitting blonde who's stare was digging a hole into his cheek. Catching himself staring back a little more quietly, thoughtfully- some hungry curiosity peeking it's head out to tug at him to keep asking-- blurting out ] so who are you into?
[That-- came out too fast. Adams apple slowly shifting in his neck as he tried to move past it, phisically 'running away' by shifting off the desk to move over to Bakugou's bed, and slide down the edge of it to sit on the floor, his back to the mattress( sitting on the actual bed felt off limits at the moment)-- when he spoke again his voice hesitant, but determined, as he tried to laughed it off-- play it cooool.] no! well- if you wanna??? I mean, all the guys in class always talk about the girls they like... and uh, even the girls. heh.;
[ He was staring to notice how everyone tended to run to him for advice or someone to listen to-- when really, Kirishima had no idea was he was doing himself. But he still enjoyed helping, somehow.]
so, if you ever... do wanna talk about, that stuff, you know you can talk to me, right?
[ Smiling up at the other now, elbows on his knees as he nodded to reassure him.]
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Date: 1/21/22 03:45 (UTC)Huh. Guess he's gonna go for it. Bakugou pushed away from the desk, swiveling the chair around to let him get up easily. Kirishima's comment about sticking around post-shower to talk about things pretty much reassures the blonde that he doesn't want to change that habit. That's not at all a topic he wanted to discuss with a bunch of other guys. Even if they are his classmates.]
Not really convincing me to stick around then. [Yeah, he showered quickly and then left. There were better things to do with his time, like study or exercise or train or deal with his own form of entertainment. Never was one for sitting around with the group and having benign conversations about shit. Kind of awkward to be discussing sexual preferences, practices, or whatever else with a group.
that's how orgies start.Bakugou blinks at him when that sudden question stabs right out into the room. He pauses on his way to the bed, looking at Kirishima with a "what the fuck" expression over his shoulder, brow arched towards his choppy blonde bangs. Who asks that kind of question straight up? And if he is, then hell is he glad he doesn't go to those post-shower hangouts. Fuck...
At least Kirishima ends up finding out how ridiculous that question is and more or less follows Bakugou to his bed. (They both had the same idea. Shit.) Still, Bakugou drops on his bed with a huff, slinging his legs up onto it and crossing them at the ankles as he tucks his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. Kirishima sits at the side of it and doesn't get snapped at like other people would. He gets cut so many breaks around Bakugou.
Who is he into...]
Why would I want to talk about that kind of stuff? [Bakugou closed his eyes as a lazy breath drifted out of his lips. It's kind of a wild thought, but you know, when he is going to get another opportunity to open up to this in such a least awkward moment? It's practically inviting him. Ugh, fine.] It's a lot more fun to do it.
[And nudges the back of Kirishima's head with his ankle.]
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Date: 1/21/22 07:37 (UTC)[ Unsure if he was using the word properly, he'd heard Iida use it- once. Nonetheless, Kirishima tried using the right words very carefully. He wanted to be helpful, not weird, or skeevy, in any way!
Quietly lingering on the floor by the bed, he paused to peek up and watch the blonde bunker down behind him, red eyes peering over his shoulder to smile as Bakugou got comfortable-- eyes watching the way his friends arms tensed in the best way, how his biceps shifter a little when he flexed, as his arms swooped behind that ashy blonde hair-- he was so masculine, without even trying.]
because! I dunnooo- nevermiiiind... I'm just saying, if you do wanna, I'm here. For you. [ He really didn't know! He was just use to it. The guys in their class weren't pervs ( besides the grape moron) but, it was normal-- right?-- to talk amongst each other about youth and things of the sort. Even Midoriya had chimed in a few times- mostly asking questions, like always. ]
mm? [Blankly staring ahead as he feels the light nudge to the head, swaying along with the action, slowly turning over to peek from the edge of the bed up over at Bakugou, those ash lashes shut closed so nicely. It took a second to recap in his head what was said...]
[... ]
do what?
[ Sharp crimson eyebrows scrunched up as he staaaaares, utterly confused, from where he sat. His lips lightly parting in a dumb way, brain trying to compute what Bakugou was talking about.
He continues to stare, processing...]
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Date: 1/21/22 18:46 (UTC)[Bakugou gives him a frown as his brows furrow in irritation. Because on the one hand, yeah, that's used like people use it as. On the other hand, does Kirishima know the implications of using that word like that? He's not sure if he thinks the redhead does or doesn't... which is irritating.
Doesn't get any real confirmation from Kirishima either regarding the question. Bakugou's normally direct about what he wants, but he's also got that pride issue when it comes to feeling like he's pursuing someone instead of the other way around. Especially when he kind of expected to get came after. Was Kirishima coming onto him or not? Or was he just dicking around trying to entice Bakugou to do it?
Which also leaves him wondering just what sort of things the redhead's been talking to with the other guys. Doesn't sound like it's been "Bakugou-centric" or anything, but maybe Kirishima's applying what he's talked about to him? Did someone encourage him to ask or something? Or is this the first time the guy's felt comfortable enough to bring up those topics specifically to someone else...
His eyes linger on his friend's head. Noting all those different details. The spikes of red hair and their alternating lengths. The slope of a strong neck and the breadth of his shoulders. Can even see the faint peek of his defined collar bones above the hem of his shirt from the way Kirishima's got his head turned to look over his shoulder at him atop the bed.
Of course that damn face of his is always... attractive. So happy and intense with a mixture of intimidation (teeth) and amiable (eyes and smile). Are a person's neck muscles and jaw flexing supposed to be this distracting? Cause that's where his eyes are going when Kirishima talks to him.
Guuuh, fucking hell! Bakugou rolls onto his side and glares daggers at Kirishima, one knee tented and his unpropped arm slapping a hand down atop the apex of his bent leg.]
Do you wanna fucking talk about fucking or actually fucking fuck, you shit?!
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Date: 1/21/22 20:36 (UTC)talking with your friends? [ Okay so maybe he just had an idea of what it means, but that was besides the point. He'd kept himself put on the edge of the bed even when his head was nudged, but the action had gotten his attention..
Turned slightly to watch Bakugou with curious eyes, still trying to breakdown the question that had been laid on him just a moment ago. But those heavy ruby eyes were piercing through him so intensely, they were making him nervous again-- a small, wavering smile tugging at his lip as he quietly tried to respond-]
to do what- ? ...!
[ Bakugous shift on the bed wobbled Kirishima a little, but he just watched with big eyes as the other snapped at him, this wasn't a regular yelled answer, Bakugou sounded a little angry, or frustrated. And suddenly, after repeating all those 'fucks' in his brain, it felt like the room got heavier, warmer-- ]
h-huh? [ Turning much more towards the blond, who looked so cool on his side like that- Kirishimas throat bobbed again, swallowing dry.
Brain blank, just the crude offer playing on repeat in his brain-
do you wanna fucking fuck?? do you wanna fucking fuck??
do you wanna fucking fuck?? do you wanna fucking fuck--
WAIT- was he asking him if he wanted to do it with someone or do it with him? And did that make Kirishima a little unmanly for not having done it yet? No way! It was manly to wait and do it for someone you really cared about, right? Kirishima had gotten close during his last two years in UA, but, neither had felt right to actually DO anything. Had Bakugou done it? The thought made him a little sad, but right now he kept his lips in a thin line as he tried to process everything-- the room, his feelings, the way Bakugou looked at him. ]
I'd...like to? [ He would have said 'both' but he was sure that wasn't the answer Bakugou was looking for- the idea of...
His eyes fell a little, suddenly turning a little more towards the other boy, bending a knee onto the edge of the bed to more comfortably twist towards the blonde next to him-- awkwardly smiling to the side as he itched at his own cheek.
His other hand pressed on the bed to support himself as he leaned a little, his weight on the bed making it shift, just slightly. And finally, he peeked up, matching Bakugou's red eyes with his own crimson ones. He tried not the sound nervous, but determined- even a little hopeful. ]
... do..you wanna?
[ He was seriously asking his friend, Bakugou, the explosion demon of Class-A if he wanted to do it with him!? He could feel his pulse pounding in his ears, and a nervous excitement rushing somewhere it probably shouldn't be. But in the privacy of the room, and the conversation they were having-- and whatever it was Bakugou was doing to him-- he just couldn't help feel- enticed? ]
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Date: 1/23/22 01:56 (UTC)Who knows what Kirishima had been saying to the other guys, what kind of questions he'd been asking or information he'd been gathering. Was it to prepare for this or was he going to sit there and be content with fantasies in his bed? Bakugou's a fickle person and he's as apt to get pissed at someone praising him as he is being ignored. Go figure.
So if that direct question ends up sucker punching Kirishima in the stomach, good! He's one for action, make a decision and do it, don't come in here and fiddle around indecisively or indirectly assume you're gonna somehow force the decision making onto him. So either come onto him like a man or shut up!
Dumps it right back into Kirishima's lap and now lies there on the bed watching him have a minor brain spasm over what to do with the sudden information. Actually it's kind of cute seeing him freak out like that with a blanked brain. The irritation on his face smooths into a smug, knowing smirk as the reaction plays out in front of him.
Ah... much better. Least it gets the entire thing off him and back on the redhead who brought it in here. Granted, Bakugou's curious about his answer, the hand dangling over his thigh lazily drumming his fingers along the outside of his upper leg. He has his own wonders now that the topic's been breached. Mostly if Kirishima's done anything like that before. Talking about it doesn't mean he has physically.]
Yeah? [He'd like to. That's kind of the answer he was expecting, but it'd be a lie to say Bakugou wasn't a little relieved to hear it. His expression softens just a little, perhaps a tiny sliver of tension in his neck vanishing.
As Kirishima turns towards him and settles his knee on the edge of his bed, he feels the shift of the mattress under his weight and the slight inkling of pressure from the other boy leaning towards him. That hand on the bed also adds to the change in the room, going from confusion to an intention. Which is, honestly, piquing Bakugou's interest.]
Get down here. [That's all he bothers to say before reaching up and grabbing onto Kirishima's shirt. The material crushes into his palm as he fists the other hero's collar and shirt front, then hauls down with his arm, pulling Kirishima from his hand and knee and more or less atop him. Bakugou rolls onto his back at the same time so he doesn't ram a shoulder into his friend's chest, grunting softly as their bodies end up knocking together. But it's enough for him to get the redhead down onto his bed, onto him, and their faces close enough he can feel the heat of his breath on his lips.] Took you long enough to say it, idiot.
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Date: 1/24/22 06:39 (UTC)( Tensing almost automatically, and it felt like clockwork that his quirk sensed him in some sort of danger, or stress, but he caught it-- just in time-- still, the reaction was almost as if it has happened before. How the skin up his back, crawled from hardened back to soft in little pieces, all the way up his shoulders down his forearms, before fading away to soft skin-- again, he caught in time.
But it was still embarrassing!! )
s- ..sorry. UH- ( Leaning up on his arms, which were suddenly over Bakugos shoulders, palms heavy down on the bed beneath them-- this was going so fast, -- even if it had GONE TOO SLOW before! Kirishima lifted his head a little as he watched the blonde settle in there, under him so easily. Where was the Bakugo that hated being pinned on the wrestling matts during training? Where was the Bakugo that cussed everyone out when they belittled anything that had to do with--
he's not saying being on the bottom is belittling!
He's just going through a hundred thoughts in a minute, lips slightly parted as he swallowed a little-- Bakugo was so close, he could focus on those bright red eyes, and when he unfocused-- hell, his eyelashes were so nice looking. )
I-... wait, are you serious? ( Kirishimas voice was hushed, a little tender as he shifted to try and lean most of his weight on a knee, aka a part not pressed down on the other boy ( like his crotch!), in order to take some weight off Bakugo-- who looked perfectly fine, and capable, but still.
Those crimson worrisome eyes shifted from Bakugos beautiful eyes to his lips, then up to the bed beside his friends head, then timidly back to him...
Again, a hundred MILLION things running through his head, his eyes shifted as he tried to put two-and-two together; Was Bakugo into him? Like, in more than a friend way? And if so, for how long?! Why didn't he say anything, or did he?
Had Kirishima missed something?
MAYBE A CLUE??
HAD BAKUGO GIVEN HIM A CLUE THAT HE WAS SECRETLY INTO HIM??
Or, was this just some casual thing? NO! Bakugo didn't do casual things! Which makes since because, if he was into him in a 'let's do it right now' type of way, it was only logical Bakugo would skip a bunch of steps. But-- Kirishima didn't. )
because-
we-... haven't even kissed yet?
( That-- slipped out. But it's what he wanted to say. A warmness returning to his face as he quietly adjusted to slowly shift a little, but carefuly not to lean into Bakugo any more than he had to, his quads and biceps were working double time here! Clearing his throat, he looked at the other boy straight on.)
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Date: 1/25/22 00:54 (UTC)Surprised, huh. [He remains comfortably on his back, the corner of his mouth quirked up in a smirk as he watches Kirishima try to recover from what just happened. Keeps his hand curled in the other boy's shirt to prevent him from pulling away any further than he might. The bed's covers crater under the other boy's palms, and he can feel a few of the radiating lines tickle the back of his neck. As to that question, this wasn't being pinned. He was the one in control right now. Kirishima wasn't trapping him in or anything. Hell, might even be the one trapped despite being above him. Being on the bottom, however...
Cross that bridge when they get there. Red eyes remain locked onto Kirishima's, taking in the sheer revving of those proverbial wheels in his head going so fast in his brain. Closer to his face than he's ever been without some training exercise shoving them together. Are a guy's lips supposed to look that soft?]
You think I'd fucking joke about this? [There's a bit of an edge to his question, one brow dipping slightly as the other slinks upward. He relaxes the grip of his hand, giving the other hero some leeway in leaning back on his knee (thanks for not ramming that into his dick, Shitty Hair).
Bakugou's only patient for so long and he's also not all that keen on someone throwing doubt at him. At the same time, he's not stupid either. Up and grabbing Kirishima, hauling him on top of him right after asking about sex, and now holding him close with that fisted grip, of course it's gonna leave the redhead reeling. Didn't give the other hero an excuse for doubting him though. He's not someone who'd entertain the thought of doing this kind of thing flippantly, much less actually go through with it. (As for clues, no. Absolutely none. Bakugou is far too straightforward and demanding to be bothered with leaving fucking clues. THIS right here is your big fucking clue, Kirishima.]
You gonna change that and kiss me or sit up there and fucking sputter all night? [As if to remind him, he curls his hand in Kirishima's shirt again (that's gonna leave some stretch marks...), suggesting the other boy's not going to be leaving until he gives him an answer. Bakugou meets his eyes with silent resolve, though there's a burning heat in them as his bicep flexes in the arm reeling the redhead in.]
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Date: 1/25/22 22:20 (UTC)( All he manages to let out when asked, mouth moving slowly. While his mind shuffled around every single memory of him and Bakugou together in the past few years to see if he missed anything- any sign that the blonde was waving in his face to show Kirishima 'hey I like you, moron.'
But, there weren't any? MAYBE not normal ones! There was a part of his brain that was yelling at him to get a grip and figure it out quick-- a little part trying to justify Bakugos actions to himself, while anther little red-horned part of him was beating that reasoning side up! Because Bakugo, the boy who caught his eye since day one, had pulled him onto his best and wanted to... kiss him. For no reason.
Then a cool touch on his neck brought his eyes up to meet those ash-blonde lashes, hooded ruby eyes waiting for him to react. Bakugos fingers gripped the neckline of his shirt from the back, and his fair but explosion-exposed fingers felt colder than he'd imagined. Probably because Kirishima felt like a furnace- his skin flushed all over.
There were a lot of new things he was noticing about Bakugo- how his fingers felt rough, probably from all the fire they handled. How his face was SO pretty so up close, how Kirishima liked being on top of him like this. The high from winning dominance on a sparring matt had nothing on this...)
no-! uh ..no. I'm just surprised, dude- ; ( Tensing a little, not wanting to spook off the small chance of Bakugo allowing them to stay like this for a while longer-- unlike the rest of their friends, he wasn't afraid of the grumpy blonde popping off on him. But this was soo different-
Suddenly they were mere inches from each other, and to Kirishimas surprise he was offered the loophole, even if Bakugos tone was on edge- the red head cared about him more than Bakugo would let him admit! And this was a big step for Kirishima! Even if his friend was the type to 'act first, ask questions later' ( Kiri was the opposite!) he knew the explosive blonde was the smartest guy he'd ever known, and extremely thorough about everything...)
I am, hold on- ( Quipping back-- just as frustrated with himself!- but, with a determined brow, his jaw clenching subtly. He's made up his mind! but it still took a little second, cheeks warm beyond belief- swallowing down a hard lump unsuccessfully, hesitating a little as he gently lowered himself, bending the elbows that had been hovering over the other boys head--
It took a split second- but he snapped his eyes up, at the door to see if it was locked ( Denki was soo bad at knocking.) Only then did he look down, dropping both elbows onto the mattress to gingerly put his whole weight on Bakugo, planking over the other boy, and kiss him; oh. His head was slanted just slightly to the left, fitting his hesitant lips into Bakugos firmly awaiting ones- they were so soft.
And suddenly it clicked-- this was probably the best thing in the world, and he wanted nothing more than to snatch it up for himself. )
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Date: 1/26/22 19:42 (UTC)Still, it wasn't until recently that Bakugou actually started to consider 'more' with Kirishima. And while he isn't one to be prudish enough to attach sex to 'romance', he still isn't one to sleep around either. preferring to save that experience for someone he actually likes, regardless of 'dating' status like some would expect.
Hey, don't go thinking he doesn't have a reason for doing this, Shitty Hair! Up and telling Kirishima he wanted to wasn't really a topic he wanted to broach out of nowhere. So waiting for a better opportunity had been sitting on the back burner for a while. And now? Well when the fuck would he get a better opportunity?
There's so much red above him. Crimson hair hanging in spikes framing a scarlet flushed face as ruby eyes stare at him like he's just sucker punched him in the gut. Not surprised to see a pink tongue lurking behind rows of sharp teeth from where the other man's mouth is frozen in that moment of surprise. Is it really that shocking to be asked this? Bakugou has zero doubt Kirishima wants to do this, but... he's certainly being shell shocked about it.]
No shit. [His impatience is starting to curl inside him like the fist in Kirishima's shirt. This isn't supposed to turn into some fucking staring contest while he dares the redhead to act on things he's obviously been wanting to do. Not that he has a real problem looking into his friend's handsome face. Noting all those intricacies, like how his lashes remain black as obsidian and yet everything else is dyed cinnabar.]
I'm waiting... [He says "hold on" like Bakugou's not lying down here for the past minute for his own health. While keeping that fist in his shirt to prevent Kirishima from running. Wants him to make a decision and state it before moving down or up depending on his choice. While the blonde certainly is action before question, he's also not one to suddenly shove a kiss on someone who doesn't want it (someone he actually cares about even moreso). Ruining this for Kirishima isn't a risk he's willing to take. He's taken the first step and brought them this close; now the other boy has to take the next step and accept or decline.
And finally there's some movement as Kirishima leans down, the slow shift of gravity and the unavoidable rush of pressure sweeping up Bakugou's body as the other boy's presence bloomed over him. Like he could feel the heat radiating from his flushed skin collecting on each of his nerves. Elbows bending, his own fist relaxing its grip the more Kirishima sank towards him--
YOU CAME INTO THE ROOM LAST! YOU'D'VE LOCKED IT, SHITTY HAIR! DID YOU?!
That's not a kiss immediately. That's a full body sinking onto him. Guess asking for a kiss was probably a precursory invite to lie on him... Bakugou doesn't care. Once Kirishima's settled atop him, he has no time to admire it because lips are finding his own. A little off center, causing the blonde to tilt his head the opposite way to bring the kiss to a more even lilt. Yeah, to answer his previous question, Kirishima's lips are as soft as they looked. He eased his hand off the man's shirt and instead hooks his arm around his neck, holding him close as one leg snuck around the back of his friend's. No one's going anywhere now.]
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Date: 1/26/22 21:01 (UTC)His mind is waaay too distracted now to worry about anything else other than what Bakugos mouth tasted like-- spearmint? But there was something on those subtly moving lips, chapstick, maybe. It felt so nice, and nerve wrecking. Was he suppose to move his mouth? HIS TOUNGE? But, then his nose was lightly grazing the other boys cheek as Bakugo tilted his head a little, adjusting to the kiss just right. His cheek was so tender- he wanted to kiss it too. To kiss all of it.
Maybe it was because of who he was, or who Bakugou was, but Kirishima felt overwhelmed-- he was basically doing something he thought he'd never get to do! ALL OF A SUDDEN- AND HE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IF THE DOOR WAS LOCKED. But, besides that all the emotions from the past few years- inspiration, affection, attraction- he felt for his friend were all instantaneously gushing out of him in this one indulgent kiss. He just wanted to merge himself into Bakugou, and it showed with the way he pressed his whole body down on the other boy, their middles kneading together, legs coiling...)
mmn- ( With a blank mind, he let out a small, pleased sound as he felt a strong arm hook around to pull him down further, then a leg snaking around and trap him there- which gave him even less wiggle room on top of the blonde. The weight of Bakugos leg shifted them a little, but Kirishima flexed those planted arms just so, enough to keep them in place as he let Bakugo do as he like and adjust himself under him--
Finally he parted their lips: one, to breath and accidentally inhale the other boys breath, if he thought about how lewd it was he'd probably faint, so he focused on, two, the way their legs were tangled was forcing his thigh into Bakugos middle, and vise versa-- okay, bad idea.
He shuddered a little at the thought- don't get a boner, don't get a boner, don't get a boner-- sharp brows scrunching up, struggling.) Bakugo..
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Date: 1/27/22 05:26 (UTC)STOP PISSING ABOUT THE FUCKING DOOR!! You've got him down on his back with yourself atop him and they're kissing and you're worried about the fucking door! Bakugou's dealing with some of his own disbelief, but he rides it a lot better and goes forward accepting this is actually happening. He's wanted to for a while, and now he's doing it. And suddenly it's not just kissing, but Kirishima lowering his entire body onto him and pressing down from his strong chest to his stomach to his hips to his legs to everything. Melding with him into one long touch of warmth to warm and he can't do anything but push up into it.
That groan, he's gonna grab it and hold it close. Encouraging his arm to stay right where it is around his neck, hand curling down to brush at Kirishima's collar bone under his shirt. Oh he's got plenty of wiggle room, so long as the redhead wants to do side to side or buck a little. The option of getting back up, however, is arrested. A little hum of his own brushed through the kiss as Kirishima flexed his arms to keep them from rolling over. Nice...
Lips parted again with a soft sound and he dropped his head a bit more firmly into the bed so there was some distance between them. Enough he could look up and see Kirishima's face. The way his brows are crunching inward towards his brow ridge, eyes hot and cringing. As if something's uncomfortable... Until Bakugou noticed where their legs were. A smirk curved one corner of his mouth and he "accidentally" shifted his thigh.] Yeah?
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Date: 1/27/22 07:51 (UTC)Then the blonde underneath him when on and made a little sound that rivetted Kirishima to the core-- he shuddered after their first kiss ended, his head slowly lulling down, to the left of Bakugos head, by his ear-- quietly whimpering there for a second as he tried to not come un-done just BY ONE KISS??? Oh, but Bakugos voice sounded so good- he chiseled the soft parting of their lips, a little smacking sound, into his brain forever.
Their soft sounds, the kiss, Bakugos stern but pretty face, the leg around his, the smell of burning candy-- all of it! )
mNN-! ( Hips bucked up a little when the thigh moved-- he could feel his gray sweats becoming extremely uncomfortable, the inner fabric too rough against a now very angry (and frustrated) tip. ) d- dude- you're doing it on purpose. ( Whispering a lame attempt to scold, and coerce the blonde into giving him a second, which was hard, since he was now hard-- and Bakugo was clinging to him like a spider monkey.
Hesitantly, he took a shaky but deep breath, turning his face a little to press his nose into the blondes round, cool cheek- he could feel the smirking on the other boys lips. Jerk. Hovering there he moved their hips just an inch up, leaning on his left knee just enough to shift, but keep Bakugos hooked leg in place- the slight tilt allowing Kirishimas right arm to unflex from its spot by blonde hair, slip down smoothly between them, and gingerly pull on the drawstrings on Bakugos sweats first-- crimson eyes hyper focused on the sliver of space between their pelvises. His fingers couldn't work fast enough (he was nervous, but too turned on to think straight!), gently loosing the other boys bottoms just watching the waistband sag and leaving them alone. It exposed the paler skin under Bakugos briefs- the elastic had slipped low on those perfect hip bones-- Bakugo liked letting his pants sag sometimes, and if you paid attention you could see his navel just a litt-
okay, was this something he'd pooossibly fantasized a couple of times in the past? MAYBE.) mn, hold on, i'll- do mine first...;
( Cautiously speaking into Bakugos jaw-- deciding to show Bakugo he could take the initiative-
Shutting his eyes just to get it over with, he couldn't handle those smirky red eyes staring up at him-- shuddering and oh-so delicately sliding off his own gray joggers, the waistband barely slipping down the front so the fabric hooked under the tight package that bobbed out- Kirishima hissed as the dewy tip met the cool air, and the slick, angry head leaned into Bakugos exposed pelvis with a firm, quiet tap-- Overwhelmed, Kirishima let out a low groan, his broad shoulders shuddering as he bent over to curl into the blondes space, face deep in his neck and he squeezed the other boy firmly, the tightness of his dick kneading into Bakugos thigh just making it worse-- he let out lame, needy groan. Bad idea.
don't pass out, don't pass out, don't pass out)
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Date: 1/28/22 17:16 (UTC)Guh, stop complimenting his scent. You wouldn't be saying that after he actually used his explosions, when the burnt sugar part comes through in excess. But the faint lingering tones afterward, yeah, it's gonna be giving that more pleasant olfactory. And he can talk all the shit he wants with his lips, no matter how soft they are! Kirishima's the one who Bakugou should be surprised at how soft his lips are. Considering the guy fights by turning into a fucking chiseled brick! It's... a very pleasant experience.
Just one kiss is enough to make Kirishima come undone? Damn, stroke his ego a few more times why don't you, Shitty Hair. But fuck if that sound the redhead made in his ear isn't enough to have the blonde shuddering from his head all the way down his spine to the extremities of his body. Holy shit, he's not supposed to sound that fucking good. A whimper and a moan in Kirishima's voice is getting branded into his brain forever. Probably not the last one either tonight...]
Heh. [That's a response. From the way the other hero tensed up when Bakugou moved his leg purposefully into that area. Someone's sensitive. Ashen skins skimmed against his pillow as he cocks his head to the side, not even bothering to wipe that little smirk off his face.] Why the fuck wouldn't I? [Don't scold him for doing something they both were curious about. A second's too long to give in this kind of experience, when he wasn't ALL of it NOW. Impossible, but it's a fucking rush.
Still not letting him up. Bakugou's eyes flutter a little as lips and nose nuzzle into his cheek and he moves his hand from Kirishima's collar to the slide of his neck and onto the slope of his trape before scraping his fingers lightly down to the round of a muscular shoulder where he could finally take hold and grasp. Kneading the sinew and definitions over a strong orb of bone, feeling how the striations worked with every breath and flex from the other boy. Hips sliding against each other, bare movements but enough to make his whole self want to burst in sensation. All because someone's lifting their hips and that hand's slipping between them. Bakugou's breath catches slightly when Kirishima gets to the drawstrings of his sweats, an obvious cylindrical mound tenting the black material over his hips. Finally getting the strings undone and the hem of his pants loose enough they could slip down over the curve of his pelvis curve and the beginning cut of his V lines diving down further. (Hey! He's hardly ever going commando and he doesn't let them sag that much!)
But before he could pull them down entirely, only earning the faint gust of cooler air over the previously covered hemline of his waist, Kirishima's stopping and Bakugou's wanting to knee him in the balls for it! He makes a gruff, irritated noise before rolling his eyes so hard it might've been audible.]
Seriously? [But instead, the redhead's taking the initiative, slowly working his lower clothing down as the gray material begins to slope one inch at a time, pulled outward and hitched downward. There's something completely gut wrenching (in the good way) when he hears---fucking hears---his friend's cock slip from the tight material and bob in the space between them. Incriminating hiss from Kirisihima's mouth being one of the last straws to Bakugou's patience. It's the feeling of his cock, thick and hard and leaking already, slotting against the naked flesh of his own pelvis. Shit, he can feel it, the soft meat of his tip compared to just how iron rod the rest is, smooth silk of his foreskin sheathing his dick, how utterly hot he is... Kirishima's curling over him and shoving his face into his neck and Bakugou's having to deal with his half-bared arousal rutting against his thigh getting his pants slick with oozing bliss (not that his own hasn't been making a mess in another area, so...)
With a soft snarl, Bakugou turns his head and bites at Kirishima's neck, breath molten and teeth not hard biting so much as needy nipping. Something to distract himself as he noses into his skin and nuzzles in return. Arm still hooked around his shoulders, anchoring himself to his body with those two stubborn limbs. Before shoving his own hand down. No patience this time. Thumb hooked into the hem of his own pants and with a firm push, hauls the left side down his hips to the middle of his thighs. Leaves the hem askew on his pelvis, but it does fully bare the upper half of his own arousal, finally letting himself free enough to press against Kirishima's groin. Probably adding his own mess of slick emission to the redhead's surface, pink-tipped hardness already glassy from need.]
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Date: 1/28/22 21:42 (UTC)nm, c- ause I'm tryingnottonut-dude;;; ( He quips back quietly, weakly breathing low- maybe he was struggling a little, but the way Bakugos voice rivetted into his ear, so low-- switched on every turn-on in Kirishimas little turn-ons book (which he was discovering had a lot of NEW things in it.)
Slowly he came to his senses again, mostly because for a second the blonde moved under him he thought Bakugo would get a sight of his dick and want to get up and leave-- but the blondes mild shifting continued without removing the anchors he had on Kirishima made him realize he wasn't going anywhere. If anything, the amount of touching and pawing Bakugo was doing on his shoulder felt nice, the light grunts and sounds his friend made peaking interest in the red-head: he wanted to hear more. So he also moved, a little, uncurling himself with a low and shakey exhale he didn't realize he'd been holding in. Finally ducking his chin to peek down, between their pressed bodies to watch as that much fairer arm swoop down without hesitation--
the growl in his ear made him flinch with a little 'd-dude', whispering another hushed groooan when Bakugo BITES him, lightly but still-- this was the freakiest thing he'd ever...done. But, it was working to distract him- he shrugged a shoulder up to gently deter the blonds biting on his neck enough to turn his head agaisnt it, catching those assaulting lips with his own in an equally sloppy way as the bite felt for him (but careful enough not to...you know, the teeth.) Kissing him firmer, this time a haughty moan trembling at the bottom of his throat, a sound that bubbled up from his belly. He didn't even get to look at Bakugos dick, but it was now out and touching against his own-- he felt it, so hot-- and it was the thing that started turning those sexual gears in his brain that like the older teen he was-- started moving too quickly.
He dropped those heavy hips into Bakugos awaiting ones in slow thrust-- breaking their messy kiss to groan, mouth open and a little louder than he intended- but he was pretty much losing his wits from how turned-on he was.) shit- Ba- kugo. ( Kissing and grinding like this was exhausting- his core felt like it was on fire, and his left arm had been holding him up this whole time was so tense! but it felt amazing, and he wanted more...)
this is so good-; mn- ( Breath heavy as he ducked his head again, hooded eyes peering down at the hot mess between them-- shit, he could see the mess on Bakugos joggers-- but he shivered as he finally got to peek at his friends cock, its bright pink head staring up at him in all it's glossy glory- even his dick was nice looking. With his nose pressed into the blondes cheek, he'd keep kissing him but he wasn't sure he could split his focus right now, and right now-- he wanted to come all over the other boy.) mmm, you're the best Bakugo- haa, so good- ( Murmuring dumb nothings into his soft, round cheek as his hand wrapped around both their neglected dicks-- All Might posters please forgive them-- and firmly squeezed up their shafts, the two cocks aligned so perfectly in his fingers, smooth skins accepting the slow pumping motion so effortlessly thanks to the slick that continued to shyly trickle out of the red-head's tip this whole time- and the moan that Kirishima let out...
It was guttural. His tense brow finally relaxing as his hand pumped them slow, steady-- and he pressed his nose under Bakugos jawline as leverage, while his legs slowly parted a little to press a hitched thrust into the both of them. He was going to hump Bakugo into the ground he if let him.)
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Date: 1/30/22 02:21 (UTC)Why the hell would he hesitate? He's got him flush against his body, both of them on his bed, one arm wound about his shoulder and gripping him hard enough to made dents in his shirt sleeve, one leg hooked about his limb and slotting his ankle against the inside of Kirishima's, all to keep the other boy anchored to him while his hand's doing spelunking down between them into the heated cavern of their hips pressing together. Stripping his pants down his hips to bare more of his skin and emerge into that sweltering area is a relief he's not felt yet in his life and god is it amazing to finally feel. Even if, by proxy, the constriction of his pants hemline about his lower pelvis and opposing thigh is now infuriatingly irritating.
Don't fucking 'd-dude' him when he bites! Teeth sink into flesh and muscle, gripping them between his jaws in a mushed-up bunch of warm skin. Nothing to pull it up and do damage, but certainly enough to get a mouthful and scrape his teeth along, leaving invisible lines behind him atop the like tan Kirishima's skin boasts. Until he's shrugged at and nudged off his neck, trading the bite for a kiss as lips find his own and he returns it with a firmer kiss. If he were going to complain of Kirishima's teeth, he would've already. You don't like a guy but only certain parts of him. Swallowing the sound of that moan as it spills out into his mouth, tongue lifting and suggesting perhaps a quick venture out into that molten cavern just outside the lips guarding yet mashing to his own.
Everything breaks off in a sudden grunt of surprise and pleasure when Kirishima abruptly drops his hips into his own. Hel-fucking-lo! It's one thrust, one single slow thrust, and the pleasurable surprise feels like the redhead's shoved all the nerves in his hips and spine straight up into his brain. To say nothing of how his name sounds on the other hero's lips. Fuck... he returns it, Kirishima's name, against his own lips and braces his free leg on the bed to give him some support and return that motion. Arching his hips, pressing up into the other's hips, adding a slow grind back.]
Better than talking, huh... [His words come out heated and broken, though the smirk on his lips into the kiss is still audible in the blonde's breath. When Kirishima drops his head to look, Bakugo follows suit, choppy blonde bangs piercing into crimson strands as the two of them take survey of what's going on between them through matching ruby eyes. Finds himself staring down into the chiseled cavern of their stomachs flexing with each breath, a pair of rounded heads rubbing and oozing each time the flushed organs nuzzle at each other above the hems of very messy clothes. Which should probably be off soon if Bakugo has anything to say about it...]
You're... not half bad y- ngh... yourself, Kirishima... [Managing his name out is a chore in one exhale, but he gets it and bucks again as fingers invade between them to snake around their grinding arousals. That's another new sensation, someone else's hand on his cock, without knowing when and where he's going to grab, stroke, squeeze or move, unlike when he does it to himself.] Ngh- Fuck...
[Has to give ground as the redhead moves his legs, stubbornly clinging to him for a few more seconds until a combination of squeezing stroke upward and a shift of the other teen's hips finally makes his leg lose grip and slide off. Giving Kirishima enough freedom to clamor up into his brace and yeah, he is free to fucking him Bakugo into the bed until it's fucking morning for all the blonde's head can care right now. The oozing sap of his cock is making a mess on the other boy's own and his hand, slicking up between them with each motion. A nose guides under his jaw, a moan seeps into his ears, and Bakugo drops his head to press against Kirishima's temple, nuzzling and kissing at the sensitive skin over and over with his breath arrested and caught with each motion.]