Kirishima gets his first two piercings in his third year from Mina on a dare. He has to admit, his pierced ears don’t look /terrible/. Actually, he thinks it looks kind of cool.

He knows it’s not manly, but he really does care too much about his crushes opinion of his appearance, so he’s reasonably nervous when he goes to Bakugou’s room for tutoring that night.

He purposely wears his hair down. If Bakugou made fun of him right now when he’s still excited about his new look, it’d really ruin his mood. For like, a month.

So he’s just gonna wait until he’s more confident in it before he shows his best friend. Yeah, that’s a good plan.

Bakugou isn’t really ever mean to him anymore, but he still lacks a certain tact when it comes to his opinions. Eijirou loves that he’s comfortable enough to laugh around him now, but that would definitely not be good in this situation.

So here he is, sitting on Bakugou’s, reading some boring ass history book. He’s completely forgotten about his new accessories.

“Bakugouuu, this is torture, dude! I’m dying here. There is no reason for us to learn /American/ history!”

“Suck it up, Allmight is a bitch for this American shit, and it’s not that bad.”

“You’re only saying that because Allmight is your second dad.”

“Shut up!”

He throws his head back to laugh loudly at Bakugou’s notebook flying at him, and suddenly his best friend is completely silent. What’s up with that?

“Bakubro? W-“

Bakugou’s staring inquisitively as he crawls across the bed to directly in front of Kirishima and leans over in a way that his tank top is no longer covering the pecks Eijirou has /many/ fantasies about.

don’t get a boner dont get a boner don’t get a boner dont get a boner

“Dude?”

Bakugou doesn’t say a thing as he leans even closer and tucks Eijirou’s hair behind his ear. Kirishima’s eyes are definitely bugging out of his head. What the fuck is happening?

“What’s this?”

Bakugou’s voice is uncharacteristically soft as he runs a gentle finger over the small gold hoop in Eijirou’s ear.

Oh, /oh/. Fuck, he totally forgot about those! Holy shit, he hasn’t even felt them this whole time. Damn Mina for doing such a good job.

“Oh, those? They’re uh, it was a dare and Mina did it, I don’t even know how she came up with the idea really! Said something about me being pretty? I don’t know, silly right?”

“You are pretty.”

What. The. Fuck. Eijirou /knows/ his face is bright red.

“I meant the earrings are pretty, dumbass. Don’t get fucking weird about it.”

Now Bakugou’s pouting? What the hell is going on??

“I wasn’t gonna get weird about it! It’s totally manly to compliment your bros. You’re totally pretty too, Bakubro!”

He gives the most convincing smile he can muster up when he’s internally screaming. Did he really just say that? Out loud??

Every ounce of regret he might have had is immediately snuffed out when Bakugou smiles softly and jerks his head away with a hint of a blush on his cheeks.

“Shut up, idiot.”

-
Kirishima gets his third piercing a bit higher up on his right ear two weeks later.

He’s nearly giddy when Bakugou tucks his hair back again to look at the small stud.

“I like these. You gonna keep getting more?”

Well if he wasn’t already planning to (he was), he definitely is now.

••

Katsuki is having a rough time.

Kirishima won’t stop getting hotter and he’s very conflicted about it.

On one hand, he’s proud that the guy he’s been in love with for over two years is turning into a walking fantasy, but on the other hand, he’s very... frustrated.

He was having a hard enough time when Kirishima started growing out his stupidly soft hair and getting, bigger, in a /very/ good way, but now he has to deal with /earrings/?? This is a god damn joke.

And really, fuck Mina for choosing shit that compliments him so well. She just /had/ to give him little gold circle bitches that flatter his tan skin perfectly. Fucking bullshit.

Oh, and to top it all off, he called Katsuki /pretty/. Sure, it was only to make him feel better about slipping up, but hearing that dumb superficial flustering shit in that deep, raspy voice...

ANYWAY, has he started sitting closer to Katsuki or is his chest getting broader? Maybe it’s his biceps? That’s possible, they haven’t really ever /stopped/ growing, and fuck, what Katsuki would give to have those wrapped around him while they-

Nope! Bad thought to have when they’re both sitting on a bed. Very bad thought. Or maybe very good thought..

“Uh, Bakugou? You good, bro?”

“The fuck? ‘Course I am, just waiting on your slow ass to catch up.”

“Dude, can we please like, not do homework today? It’s not due yet and we haven’t actually just hung out in forever!”

Is he fucking whining right now? That’s.. cute.

“Fine, how do you wanna “actually hang out”?”

Now he just looks confused. Also cute.

“Oh uh, I didn’t actually expect you to agree, but we can do anything! I just miss you, bro.”

don’t blush don’t blush don’t blush don’t blush

“You see me every day, fucker.”

“Well, yeah, but that’s always with other people or studying! I miss best bro time.”

“Fine, let’s have fucking best bro time.”

“Hell yeah!”

-

Two and a half hours later and Eijirou is dead asleep in Katsuki’s bed. Under the fucking covers.

“I’m not gonna fall asleep! I’m just cold!”

Bakugou called bullshit the second Kirishima crawled away from the TV and back to the bed. Wouldn’t have made a difference if he made him keep out of it, dumbass could pass out on the floor if given the chance.

Called bullshit on his little “I’m just cold” line a second time when a half asleep Eijirou pulled his shirt off and left the blanket only halfway up his abdomen.

It’s far from the first time his best friend’s set up a temporary sleeping camp on his bed, but Katsuki will absolutely /never/ get used to it. Especially not on the rare occasion he actually gets into the bedding and not just on top of it.

Even though he always gets up with a sleepy apology and makes his way back to his room before Katsuki lays down for the night, seeing the object of his affections laying half naked in /his bed/ is still definitely enough to get his heart racing and fuel his imagination.

And seriously, what the fuck are these piercings doing to him? Eijirou’s gotten quite an assortment on his ears now, and Katsuki is maybe a little too into it. Maybe a lot too into it.

So he’s maybe definitely staring at Kirishima’s profile from where he’s sitting on the floor. He can’t help it, he’s fucking perfect.

Stupidly thick and long eyelashes that Mina expresses jealousy over constantly, annoyingly cute nose that looks like a reference picture in a plastic surgeon’s office, distractingly pretty pink lips slightly parted as he breathes softly in his sleep.

And the fucking /earrings/, somewhere between badass and beautiful, that occupy Katsuki’s brain far too often nowadays.

Good god, he’s so hopelessly in love with this guy. Disgusting.

He gives the brute in his bed another thirty minutes before he starts getting ready to go to sleep, which takes another fifteen minutes.

He nearly has a heart attack when he returns from the bathroom and Kirishima’s still completely out, but now his sweatpants are on the floor next to the bed. What the fuck, Eijirou?

“Hey, wake up dumbass. I’m going to sleep and you’re fucking naked in my bed.”

“‘s hot. nd‘m not naked... underwear.”

“That doesn’t fucking count. You getting up or not?”

“not.”

“Kirishima, I’m going to bed. I’m fucking tired.”

“don’t wanna getup.. jus sleep with me. ‘ere’s room. ”

Katsuki would be more concerned with how red his face is if Eijirou opened his eyes once in this half conversation. You know what, fuck it.

“Fucking, scoot over.”

“yaaayy.”

“Shut up.”

Jeez, how fucking asleep is he? The idiot even scooted to the wrong side and now Katsuki has to crawl over him or get on the bed from the end. Foot of the bed it is.

He’s finally situated, incredibly nervous in his own fucking bed, and Eijirou turns away and mumbles.

“too warm.”

Wow, fuck you too, Ei. He smiles a bit in the dark before rolling to his side and falling asleep faster than he has in months.

-nsfw but what did you expect
(Katsuki tugs on Eijirou’s lip ring with his teeth and swallows up the groan he earns. When’d Ei get that one? Unimportant, Bakugou grinds down on him again and feels their cocks rub together through their boxers. Fuck, he looks so hot like this.

“Kiss me, Katsu. Love you so much, fuck, always loved you. Only you.”

Katsuki nearly comes in his pants at those few words. Speaking of pants, why’s he still wearing his? And why can’t he move his lips against Eijirou’s the way he wants to?

Whatever, getting into bed with him was the best decision of his life, and keeping his moans in would be near impossible. He moans even louder when that strong hand grips his upper arm-)

“Bakugou? You awake? Sorry, you were making.. noises.”

Katsuki is going to set off an explosion on his own face.

“Don’t fucking touch me!”

“Dude, seriously, it’s fine! I get weird dreams all the ti-“

Kirishima makes the mistake of putting his hand back on Bakugou’s arm, and Katsuki fucking /whimpers/.

This is quite possibly the worst night of his life. Yes, including the time he was kidnapped.

“Oh shit, sorry bro.”

God, he must be so uncomfortable, even his fucking voice is shaky.

“Fuck off! I’m just.. pent up.”

“Oh, oh! If you wanna, ya know, I can totally leave-“

“I fucking can’t, idiot.”

“Huh?”

“My quirk. Makes it, difficult.”

Why the actual fuck did he just say that? Like he didn’t already embarrass himself enough, now he’s just digging his own grave deeper.

“W- Do you mean you never come?!”

Oh okay, great, it got worse.

“That’s not what I fucking said! I just, can’t do shit /that/ way.”

He’s very grateful he isn’t facing Eijirou right now as he whisper yells about masturbating.

Even more grateful he can’t see his face when he’s silent for a while, aside from the occasional start of a word he doesn’t finish.

“Do you like, hump a pillow?”

“I am /actually/ going to kill you if you don’t shut up.”

“I’m just curious! You can’t drop a bomb like that and expect me /not/ to ask questions! Come on, me and Tetsu talk about jerking off all the time.”

Katsuki doesn’t like the feeling he just got in his chest hearing Eijirou say that. Not that he’s been dying to talk about fucking masturbation, but that shit is.. intimate. He knows exactly why he hates the fact Eijirou’s talked to Tetsu about it and not him.

“I don’t always do the same shit, okay? Most of it doesn’t fucking work and “humping” is a fucking workout. Just, shut up, it’ll go away.”

“W-Wait, dude, you’re still hard?”

Awesome. Just awesome.

“Fuck off! Why are you even still here??”

“..do you want me to leave?”

Why the hell does he sound so hurt about it?

“You’re just fucking okay with laying in the same goddamn bed as me right now?”

He can practically /feel/ Kirishima’s discomfort. Why can’t he just keep his fucking mouth shut and maybe /not/ make it sound like he’s about to involuntarily jump his bones?

“Well, I mean... I don’t have to /just/ lay here?”

Is he- Oh he’s definitely closer. Wwwhaat the fuck. Katsuki can fucking feel Eijirou’s breath on his neck and any hope of his boner deflating is definitely gone now.

“What the hell does that mean?”

Shit, that came out waaay breathier than intended.

“If you don’t want to, just tell me, okay?”

That big tan hand is back on him, but his hip this time. He fucking shudders when Eijirou slips his hand under Katsuki’s tank top and traces his adonis belt lightly.

He pauses when his fingers reach the waistband of his sweatpants and Bakugou barely avoids whining.

“This okay?”

“Just fucking touch me you piece of shit.”

Holy fuck that deep chuckle was hot.

Katsuki is NOT going to come the second Eijirou’s hand slides in his pants and his finger swirls around his tip. But it’s fucking difficult, alright?

It only gets harder, in every sense, when he starts stroking him gently using his own pre as lube.

Katsuki gives up holding back his sounds when Eijirou starts panting in his ear and he feels something nice and stiff against his ass. He definitely did wake up, right?

He’s barely been touched for two minutes when he loses control of his own hips. Not that he really even tries to stop them from thrusting forward into Kirishima’s hand and grinding back on his dick.

Shit, feeling Eijirou’s erection rubbing on his ass is honestly getting him off even more than the hand wrapped around his cock. Maybe it’s psychological.

“Fuck- hah, Bakugou.”

“Katsuki.”

“Oh /fuck/, Katsuki.”