A series of frantic knocks, somewhat hushed, wake Kaminari up from one of the best sleeps he's ever had. He sits up groggily, waits...

Nothing. Was it just a dream--
The knocks are back. Louder.
Kaminari drags his feet off the edge with a groan. Who the hell

Kaminari eases the door open, awake enough to remember to block the enterance with his body. Thank the gods he went to sleep in his boxers and not nude because he would have never remembered to grab them off the floor

"Kirishima? What the hell are you doing here so early?"

And Kirishima's hand lands on the door's edge and he's trying to push his way inside. "I gotta talk, let me in."

What the heck? "Kiri, bro, you look like *SHIT*."

His hair is both down & up, the spikes all fucky. There's a purple bruise on his jaw, his lip's split open and there's scratches on his neck. His clothes are a mess & his pants are a size too tight and

"Fuck. Was it a racoon?"

Kaminari had like,,,, 3 experiences with racoons. Not fun.

"What?" Kiri looks down at his self with a blush. "No. Come on let me in." He pushes the door with his bare foot.

What! No! "Hey! Hey bro let's talk in the morning seriouslynowisnotagoodtime!"
The door swings open.

Shinsou is sitting up now, the covers drapped over his bare waist. He's yawning, he looks exhausted, and he is not amused at their late night interuption.

Denki about shocks himself, watching as the gears shift in his best friends head.

"So, uh... you've met Shinsou."

"Yeah." Kirishima seems to recover from his shock. He whips toward Denki grabbing his shoulders to shake. "Please. Can we talk? Just us. Please please pleaSE--"

Kaminari groans, rolling his eyes toward the one in his bed. Shinsou returns the eye roll with one of his own & climbs out of the bed completely naked.

Kaminari's entire face turns red and he turns to his bro to ask him not to say anything but Kiri is still staring at him

Right. It's clearly an emergency.

Time for Kaminari's super best friend shining moment!

As Shinsou grabs his sweats and heads out outside Kami hears a muttered "Traitor."

But was he talking Kiri for interupting or Kam for kicking him out on his night?

"Alright bro," Kaminari says, pushing away to sit on the comforter on the bed. "What's got you so fucked up? You haven't been yourself lately."

Kirishima is looking at him with big round eyes, pleading. "I... I messed up."

"Oh shit. What did you do? Was it illegal? Did you get expelled?" Kaminari sits forward eager for the tea, before he realizes, no, okay no, this is his bestfriend he needs to dial it back to be supportive. "I mean... it can't be that bad bro."

Kirishima looks like he thinks things are "that bad".

He scrubs a hand down his face. "It's...." he clears his throat. "It's about Bakugou."

"Oh fuck," kaminari breathes. "Did you kill him?"

"No," Kirishima says, drooping his shoulders. "Worse."

"WORSE THAN KILLING HIM?" Kaminari grabs his stuffed pokemon off the foot of the bed for support. "What the hell did you do?"

"Okay, okay. So. What I'm about to tell you is top secret man. TOP SECRET. okay. So. It started out...."

When Katsuki had lunged forward to kiss Kirishima... well... as soon as their lips collided, Kirishima had jerked back. He had been expecting more of a punch, not a meeting of mouths no matter how aggressive.

So uh, maybe, just maybe, he'd hardened on instinct.

And also maybe, he'd pushed at Katsuki shoulders (he REALLY hadn't been expecting something so amazing as a kiss) and shredded the collar/sleeves of his shirt in the process and also maybe he might have... okay he probably (definitely) pushed Kat clear off the edge of the bed.

"WAIT. Wait, wait, wait." Kaminari says, arms flailing around. "BAKUGOU KISSED YOU?! What?! He's a gay?! And he kissed you?! What the f--"

Kirishima turns beet red. "Okay, so. Like. I don't... i don't know if he's gay? I mean, I know he likes me but..." Kirishima thinks on it. "I'd say he's probably more Demi than gay... anyway! Stop interuppting. Listen!" Kirishima squeezes his thighs. Okay. Where was he...

Katsuki had landed on the floor with a thump, his ass smacking hard against the tile. He looks up at Kirishima with shocked red eyes, his expression oddly vulnerable. Oh no. Oh nonono. He thought Kiri was rejecting him!

Kiri scrambles to lean over & reassure him but he's nervous

And also he's sort of panicking so he gets too close to the edge and he falls, directly ontop of Bakugou, the underside of his chin cracking against the top of Bakugou's blonde head. Their bodies collide and Katsuki falls flat to the floor--

"Holy shit this is a fanfiction. Was there only one bed? Where you roomates? Where you --"

"HUSH" Kirishima hisses. "Stop interuppting, Denki. My life is over. This isn't *funny!*" He sighs. Okay so.

"Ow! You fucking ASS!" Katsuki rubs the sore spot on the top of his head. "If you didn't want to kiss me," He growls, palms sparking, shoving at Kiri to get him off. "You could have fucking SAID."

No! Nonono! "I want to kiss you!" Kirishima practically shouts in Katsuki's face. It's just... "I'm just.. that was... and I'm not very skilled in that area..."

"Like I fucking am?" Katsuki suddenly huffs out, his tone no less harsh but softer. "So? We figure it out together."

Kirishima nods, daring to press his cheek against Katsuki's shoulder. "Okay," he agrees. "Yeah, okay."

Katsuki's hands come up to stroke in his hair. Over his shoulders. "We can fucking go slow, Ei. As slow as you want."

Kirishima hums. "Hey, Katsuki?"

"Yeah, Ei?"

"I don't want to go slow." He pulls back to look into Katsuki's eyes. "We've been going slow. I want to go fast." He crawls into a better angle until he feels Katsuki's erection under his ass. "I want to go very very fast."

( #nsfwthread)
"Fuck," Katsuki breathes, his eyelids going heavy. "You gonna attack me if I kiss you again?" He asks with a teasing tone, looking at Kirishima's full lips.

"Yeah," Kirishima says as he leans forward. "But in a good way."

"And then he-- HEY. What are you doing?" Kirishima asks, stopping his story to look at Denki.

Kami has his phone up and pressed to his ear. He's holding up one finger in a "hold on" gesture.

"Kaminari!" Kiri shouts at him. What the hell?

"Hey Mina," Kaminari says into the reciever. "Can you sneak down to my room? Huh?No, I didn't stick my dick in an el-- that was one time! Look. Ei is here and I think he might be delusional. He's saying some crazy--" he pulls the phone away. "She hung up. I give her two minutes."

"Why would yOU DO THAT?" Kirishima squawks. Great! Now 2 people will know and that's definitely 2 more than Katsuki would let him tell.

"Look. If this is going where I think it's going? I'll need Mina just to remind me that I'm still sane at the end of it." Kami waves him on.

But.... but....

Maybe he can finish the story before Mina gets here? Because he really REALLY doesn't want to get to the end with her here. Like... he'd rather punch himself in the face with his hardened fist.

"How far do you want to go tonight?" Katsuki asks, flipping their positions on the floor so HE'S crawling over Eijirou. "No training tomorrow," he reminds them with a sultry glance down at Kirishima's crotch. "Or whatever."

Kirishima's heart almost explodes out of his chest. His long term crush. His best friend. Bakugou KATSUKI is asking him if he wants to make love. Like... *tonight.*

"Yes. That. Please. I pick that."

"You pick what?" Katsuki says with a cruel smile. "I don't remember giving you two options." He leans in and bites at Kirishima's bottom lip hard. "Tell me what you want."

Kirishima had managed to work past his closing throat-- "I.... want to m-make love. With you. Right now?" The last bit coming out as a question but at least it came out.

"Hmm." Mina says now, scribbling something down on a notepad she must have brought with her because its pink? With a furry pen. "My precious son," she tsks. "I'm making a note to tell you how to flirt. Trust me," she purrs. "I'll make it good for you."

A grin. "BAM! Lesson 1!"

Kirishima smacks his forehead. "ANYWAY."

Katsuki grinned. "Smart. I like how you didn't say you wanted to fuck me. Or how you wanted me to fuck you." Katsuki grabs the hem of Ei's shirt and pulls it over his head. The floor is cold on Ei's back and he gasps. "Let's play a game"

"A g-game?" Kirishima gasps out, his hands finding Katsuki's hips to hold him so he doesn't even think about getting off his lap. "What kind of game?"

Katsuki reaches down to pull at his own shirt. And FUCK... ABS. Such a tiny waist... "Rock, paper, scissors."

Huh?

"Best two outta three," Katsuki explains, untying the strings on Kirishima's pajama bottoms. "Winner gets to top."

Oh! OH!

Praise be to the Gods this was actually happening. Kirishima didn't deserve this! It was too good, too perfect, it's all he's EVER wanted

"Count of three. And that's one, two, three, SHOOT, asshole. No cheating." He sits up straighter, and the distrubution of his weight causes their clothed erections to slide together. Ei's eyes roll back in his head.

"One."

He rocks his hips.

"Two."

Kirishima's eyes flutter

Katsuki's hand briefly reaches down and traps their cocks under his hand. The pressure is sooo fucking gooodddd

"Three."

He snaps his body forward, making Kirishima bite his lip.

"Shoot."

Kirishima body is damn near limp, so it takes a second to throw out a hand sign, and when he does it's seconds behind Katsuki's.

Still. He has paper.

Katsuki has scissors.

Katsuki gives a WHOOP! of victory.

The act raises him up on his knees just so, and drops him down on Kirishima like the kind of bounce he would encourage Katsuki to do if they were naked and his cock was inches deep inside him.

Oooh fuuucckkkk

"SHOOT!"

FUCK.

Kirishima scrambles to get something close to an acceptable hand gesture out, and it must resemble Rock, because Katsuki curses and shakes out scissors.

Kirishima knows that like him, he doesn't care the outcome. If he did he would have said.

Still. Its fun.

"Alright, shitty hair." Katsuki says with a tongue swipe over Kirishima's lip. "I'm going to ruin you when I win."

Kirishima opens his mouth with a comeback of his own--

"Stop, stop stop." Mina says, covering her ears. "No. You have not graduated Mina's Sexy Taunts 101. So I know that whatever you said to Bakubro? You probably shouldn't have said."

"Hey!" Kirishima says in protest. "It wasn't THAT bad!"

Her expression says otherwise. "Uh huh. And what exactly did you say, Kiri?"

"I just said what he said! I said, "Not if I ruin you first!"

Silence. Mina blinks at him.

"Which wasn't too bad..." Kiri justifies.

Mina stares.

"I-"

She starts writing again, shaking her head

Katsuki grins when they throw the third hand, like he fucking knows this round will go to him.

And sure enough, he throws scissors, and Kirishima had went back to paper.

Which means...

Kirishima clears his throat. "Well. Guess you win, bro."

/Feels I won too tho! Sex!/

Katsuki nods. "Fucking course I did. I'm going to ride your cock," His eyes darken. "So fucking good."

Ei's hands find their way back to his hips. "Please," His fingers curl into Katsuki's soft skin. "Please, Kat."

Katsuki groans, in fuckin love with this submissive side of Ei.

Katsuki pulls the waistband of his pants down, hooking them tight under his balls to reveal his hard cock.

Kiri looks like he's seen a God, his mouth's open, drool leaking out of the corner.

"What? Never seen a cock before?"

"No." Ei says honestly. "Not like *this.*"

Katsu looks down. He gives a light shrug going for Kiri's waistband to do the same.

"You're so pretty down here," Kiri says, running his fingertips over the hairless patch of skin above his cock. Even his dick's pretty. It's leaking, long & slighty curved.

Ei wants to lick it

Katsuki slaps his hands out of the way, before he gets frustrated and grabs his wrists. He slams them down against the hard floor. "Fucking stop. I can't get your pants off while you're flailing. Which means I can't fuck you until you hold still."

Katsuki lets go to quickly yank Ei's pants down. He instantly salivates at what's revealed.

"*Fuck*, Riot." He drawls, rendering Ei 50 shades of stupid.

Katsuki has felt this monster under his ass sure, even under his hand. He's seen it in the locker room. But not like this.

Kirishima is thick. Like as round as Katsuki's wrist, thick. And because he's such a fuckin angel, he's also long enough that the tip will surely be up in his guts. The flared head is the same color as Kirishima's lips when theyre tinted red from bites. It pulses.

"Bed. Now."

Kirishima scrambles out from under him to jump up on the bed. He watches with heavy-lidded eyes as katsuki climbs back on top of him only after shedding his pants.

He groans when the blonde gets settled brushing their erections together. His hands whip out to grab onto something

He shoves them under Katsuki's pillows, reaching for the bottom of the headboard. He feels like this is a dream. He needs something to ground him.

Cloth blocks his way, tangeling in his fingers. He tilts his head back, shoving off pillows to see what is...

FUCK

"Wait!"

But Ei doesn't stop. And Katsuki watches as he pulls his crimson riot tshirt out.

It's not even clean.

Like REALLY not clean. It smells like Ei, but also there's streaks of white all over the damn thing.
Katsuki woild explode them both if Ei didnt love it so much.

"Katsuki?" He says with a grin. "What's this?"

Katsuki's face flames and he grabs the tshirt quick. He throws it across the room, anywhere, as the damn thing is no longer in Eiji's hands.

"That looks an awful like my shirt," Kirishima teases. "But I don't remember leaving all those white stains on it."

"Fuck off," Katsuki growls, his ears flaming red. He snatches the shirt and tosses it who the fuck cares where. "Forget the shit. I'm right here. Pay attention to me, asshole."