Bakugou is so good at his eyeliner that Kirishima develops an obsession with makeup. He's determined to learn how to apply it himself so he watches a ton of YouTube videos, follows artists on Instagram and spends an increasing about of time locked away in his room.

Bakugou notices how often Kiri makes excuses about being tired or having to study "Its okay Bakubro, you help me enough! I'm gonna study alone this time." He let's it go for awhile but after a few weeks of this shit, he's done. He's determined to figure out what the fuck is going

on with Kirishima. He doesn't bother knocking when he busts through his door growling out, "oi, what the fuck is your-"

He chokes on his own tongue when he sees Kiri with his brows filled (still his signature angle and size), smoky eye and sharp as hell liner framing his bright

red eyes.

"uhhhhhh"

Kiri is blushing but rolls his eyes, "aww man, you ruined my surprise!"

From then on, Kirishima feels much more confident and starts wearing a little eyeliner, mascara and blush daily. Sometimes he even uses some highlighter to accent his already high cheekbones.

Bakugou is losing his fucking mind. He can no longer look at his best friend without

feeling on edge. His stomach is in knots and he's extra sweaty.

He has an overwhelming urge to ruin that pretty face. His dreams are filled with smudged eyeliner and mascara stained tear tracks.

Meanwhile Kirishima is eating up the attention. Bakugou is NOT as sneaky as he thinks. Kiri notices every side eyed stare, every subconscious lip bite and every time Bakugou averts his eyes when Kirishima tilts his head and blinks slowly at him.

"Minaaaaa, it's not working right!" Kirishima whines as he applies makeup at Mina's vanity.

He's trying a more daring look tonight. He's applied the layers of blood red shadow and gold accent but he's having a hard time with the decorative eyeliner design.

Mina takes the liner

from his hand and cradles his chin in her palm.

She laughs, "Eiji, you know you're driving Bakugou crazy!"

He smiles, "well, I know he likes the makeup but he hasn't said or done anything about it! I've never seen him so quiet and controlled!"

She leans in and tilts his head to the side to begin drawing thin, straight lines.

"I know for a fact he beat the shit out of a punching bag in the gym. There was a brand new bag there the next morning." She pauses to focus on whatever magic she's achieving, tongue peaking out.

She leans back to admire her work and caps the eyeliner.

"There!" She moves aside so Kirishima can see in the mirror. "He just needs a little push. You've only been showing him some natural looks."

Kirishima listens as he turns his face back and forth, appreciating Mina's work.

"Yeah, yeah. I guess you're right. Damn Mina, this looks awesome!"

She laughs, "you're welcome babe! You need some contour and lipstick before you're done though!"

The two continue chatting and singing along to music as they finish the look.

Kiri is finished and now they're trying a new neon look on Mina. He's just finished blending out with some bright baby blue when his stomach growls.

Mina laughs, "damn dude, go grab some food while I do my brows."

He laughs, "Okay, it has been awhile since dinner, I'll just

grab a snack. Want anything?"

She digs through her makeup bag distractedly.

"Oo, grab some of the strawberries, I'm craving some fruit!"

She pauses and smirks up at Kirishima.

"Plus it'll be great with some of the champagne I've got hidden up here"

As he makes his way to the kitchen, Kirishima can hear someone moving around in there. He's pleasantly surprised to see his explosive best friend as he rounds the corner.

His back is to Kirishima as he makes some tea and scrolls through his phone.

"Hey Bakubro!"

Bakugou grunts in response, eyes still glued to his screen.

Noticing this, Kirishima feels the sudden drop of disappointment but he pushes it away and moves to the refrigerator.

/Still/ reading something on his phone, Bakugou speaks up, "what are you down here for, though u and

Pinky were havin' a dumb sleepover or whatever."

He smiles at the thought that Bakugou has remembered his plans.

"Oh we are! I just need a snack and Mina really wants some strawberries."

He pulls the container out and is surprised at how red and juicy they look. He's not

usually one for fruit but he's been reading up about skin care and knows that he has to eat fruit and vegetables more to keep his skin clear and healthy.

He picks up a berry and bites into in, humming as the sweet juice floods his mouth.

Bakugou's eyes snap up.

'Oh.'

Kirishima recognizes the look in his eyes. An evil thought crosses his mind.

Bakugou's eyes are locked on Kiri's mouth as he reaches for the biggest strawberry. He slowly brings it to his lips, still painted deep red from Mina's Russian Red, and slowly sinks his teeth

into the sweet fruit. He makes sure to suck his lips around it in the most lewd way he possibly can.

Bakugou doesn't seem to realize that he's holding his breath as he watches.

Kirishima moans as he pulls the end of the strawberry away and slowly drags his tongue around his

lips to gather any juice.

He grabs another berry and steps towards Bakugou. His eyes widen but he stays frozen to his spot.

Kirishima stops once he's close enough to feel Bakugou's breath panting out.

His voice is low as he offers it, "Want some?"

Bakugou can't seem to

remember how to speak, he shakes his head slowly.

Kiri shrugs, "suit yourself". He stays close as he repeats his performance, this time sucking the juice off his fingers when he's done. He sucks two fingers into his mouth, lips reaching all the way down to the second knuckle.

He keeps his eyes locked with Bakugou's as he licks his tongue between and around his fingers. He pulls them out with a pop.

"You sure you don't want any?"

He crowds Bakugou against the counter and leans down to speak in his ear, "or maybe you want something else?"

When he pulls away he's surprised to see a look of realization on Bakugou's face.

"What the fuck shitty hair, you know exactly what the fuck you're doing to me, don't you?"

Kirishima stays silent and a sharp tooth grin spreads across his face.

"So you know just how badly

I wanna mess up that pretty face?"

He gasps and before Kirishima can answer, Bakugou is reaching up and slamming his lips against Kirishima's.

Their teeth clack together, it's wet and messy. Bakugou immediately shoves his tongue in Kiri's mouth, chasing the sweet taste of

strawberries. They're desperately grabbing at each other; Bakugou's hands gripping Kirishima's hips so tightly they're sure to leave marks behind.

He surges against Kirishima and flips them around so he's grinding wildly onto him, all the while keeping their mouths pressed

together.

Kirishima has his hands cupping Bakugou's face as he moans and ruts back against him. Bakugou rips his mouth away, gasping for breath, and presses his forehead to Kirishima's.

"Fuck, Eijirou, you look so pretty."

He laughs, breathless, "it's just the makeup."

Bakugou growls, "It absolutely fuckin' isn't. You've always been gorgeous. Now you're just confident and driving me up the fucking wall." He punctuates his words with rolls of his hips.

Hearing Bakugou praise him mixed with the delicious friction of their hips has Kirishima

throwing his head back to groan. Bakugou takes the opportunity to attack his neck, biting, licking and sucking until Kirishima's noises raise in pitch.

"Ka- Katsuki, shit, you're going to make me cum."

Bakugou keeps one hand gripping his hip and the other comes up to wrap

around Kiri's neck. He licks a thick stripe from Kirishima's collarbone to his ear, and sucks his lobe into his mouth to bite gently. Kirishima can feel himself unraveling under Bakugou's attention. He's finally getting what he's been waiting for for weeks, years really.

It's all too much; Kirishima is racing towards orgasm. His stomach clenches as he gasps for breath. Tingling warmth spreads from his groin and his toes curl.

Bakugou continues to grind their cocks together and finally pushes him over the edge when he growls,

"Fuck yes, cum for me, pretty boy."

In the back of his mind, part of Kirishima is surprised at the moan that is torn from chest.

He comes down while Bakugou presses kisses all over his face, murmuring, "I can't believe I finally got to see that, fuck you're so hot."

Kirishima huffs out a laugh, "you just made me cum, I should be thanking you!"

"You don't know how long I've dreamt about this, Eijirou."

The serious look in his eyes takes Kirishima’s breath away for a moment. He drops to his knees, putting himself between the counter and

Bakugou's still hard cock.

"Well /Katsuki/, here's what I've been dreaming of..."

He wastes no time in undoing his pants and opening them wide. He resists pulling them down when he remembers that they're in the kitchen, where anyone could walk in and see him.

See him on his knees, lipstick a mess, face flushed and practically drooling over Bakugou. A thrill shoots through him at the idea.

Bakugou's gasp refocuses him on his task at hand.

Kirishima keeps his eyes wide and turned up as he sucks Bakugou's dick into his mouth.

He's already throbbing and Kirishima can taste salty precum drip onto his tongue. He hums and Bakugou's hands slam onto the counter above him.

He grits his teeth together, "I'm not gonna last, Ei."

Kirishima relaxes and sinks down until he can't go any further. He wraps his

hand around the base of Bakugou's cock and immediately begins bobbing his head.

Belatedly he thinks about how crazy it is that he was just kissing Bakugou for the first time and is now gagging himself on his dick but he can't bring himself to be upset about it.

Not when Bakugou is moaning and whining above him, hips twitching and fighting to not thrust into Kirishima's mouth.

He shifts on his knees and moves his hands to Bakugou's hips gently pushing and pulling until he gets the hint and takes over.

He stretches his tongue out and

soon Bakugou is pistoning his cock into Kirishima's mouth. Each thrust is so deep and hard it feels like it'll surely be the last but the drooling, slick slide of Kirishima's mouth is addicting and Bakugou can't seem to stop himself.

Kirishima's head is banging against the

cabinet and even though he knows he could harden, he doesn't.

He makes a mental note to think about that later.

Tears well up and spill over his cheeks and still Kirishima keeps his eyes focused upward.

Bakugou's hand is ridiculously soft in comparison to how harshly he's

fucking Kirishima's mouth as he thumbs away the tears.

"Fuck," he gasps, "you're a mess."

Bakugou looks enthralled as he watches black streak down Kirishima's face.

His thrusts get even faster until he's suddenly pulling out completely. Kirishima is confused until he

feels warm cum land on his face.

Bakugou grunts as he paints lines across Kiri's lips and up his cheeks.

He doesn't move at all, with the exception of his heaving chest, as he stares slack-jawed.

Kirishima opens his mouth and slowly licks the cum from his lips.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

He's kidding but Bakugou scrambles to grab his phone and quickly snaps a few photos.

By the end Kirishima is holding his stomach he's laughing so hard.

"Ha! I don't know if I've, haha, ever seen you move so fast!"

His eyes are squeezed

shut and he can feel a rush of tears threatening to fall all over again. He moves to wipe them away but is stopped by Bakugou with a warm, damp paper towel. His laughing dies down and he takes a minute to admire the beautiful man cleaning him up. He smiles wide.

Bakugou grunts, "what."

"Oh nothing." Kirishima's smile grows.

"Tch, whatever."

His words sound annoyed but Bakugou leans down and presses a gentle kiss to Kirishima's lips that gives him butterflies.

"Let's go tell Pinky you're not going back to the sleepover."

"Kirishima Eijirou, what the hell did you do to all my hard work!!"

Kirishima flinches as he enters Mina's room. He drags Bakugou in behind him, refusing to face her wrath alone.

"Uhh.."

Suddenly a wicked grin splits her face.

"Ohhhh!" Her eyes flick over to Bakugou.

"Well if you wanted to wear some lipstick too, you can have just told me!"

Kirishima and Mina both burst into laughter as Bakugou drops Kiri's hand and rushes to the mirror.

He growls, "Kirishima! Get your ass over here and show me how to wear this shit correctly!"

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