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The Challenge - KiriBaku NSFW
*shrugs* couldn’t help myself
Content Warnings:
NSFW
Aged up Characters
Pining idiots
Nakedness and sex
I’m a basic bitch and I don’t care 
*shrugs* couldn’t help myself
Content Warnings:
NSFW Aged up Characters Pining idiots Nakedness and sex I’m a basic bitch and I don’t care
“What do you mean we’re quarantined?!” Bakugou angrily spits out.
“Yeah dude,” Kaminari sighs on the other line. “Some villain has this nasty quirk...you don’t really want to know.” He sounds tired.
Bakugou doesn’t give a shit.
“Yeah dude,” Kaminari sighs on the other line. “Some villain has this nasty quirk...you don’t really want to know.” He sounds tired.
Bakugou doesn’t give a shit.
“No,” he hisses as he walks away from Eijirou. “You don’t understand. I cannot be stuck inside my one bedroom apartment with...”he looks at Eijirou, who’s sitting cross legged on the couch with his tongue poking out as he smashes buttons.
“Look, I get it Bakubro. Ei must be over, but do you want him to step outside and start bleeding from every orifice while in excruciating pain...or do you wanna take this chance to maybe get your dick wet and tell him how you feel?”
“I fucking hate you.”
He doesn’t.
“I fucking hate you.”
He doesn’t.
“Love you too. Shinsou is making me get off the phone. It’s been along ass day. Good luck man.” Kaminari disconnects the call.
Bakugou stands in his kitchen, clutching his phone between his smoking palm and staring at Eiji.
Bakugou stands in his kitchen, clutching his phone between his smoking palm and staring at Eiji.
They’ve been best friends for 13 years and Kaminari is the /only/ person that knows how he feels about Eijirou.
And Kaminari knows that because Bakugou becomes a bit too chatty and whiny after several glasses of red wine. Luckily for Kaminari, he can actually keep a secret.
And Kaminari knows that because Bakugou becomes a bit too chatty and whiny after several glasses of red wine. Luckily for Kaminari, he can actually keep a secret.
Eijirou is completely unaware that Bakugou loves him. Has loved him since freshmen year, but whatever.
He runs a hand through his hair and sighs heavily before calling out, “Oi, Ei.”
“Yeah?” He doesn’t look away from the game. Blue light flickers across his
He runs a hand through his hair and sighs heavily before calling out, “Oi, Ei.”
“Yeah?” He doesn’t look away from the game. Blue light flickers across his
skin, highlighting the angular jawline that Bakugou wants to kiss.
Desperately.
“Earth to Katsuki,” Eijirou calls out, waving his hand back and forth.
Katsuki shakes his head, clearing away thoughts he /has/ to keep buried, and points to his phone.
Desperately.
“Earth to Katsuki,” Eijirou calls out, waving his hand back and forth.
Katsuki shakes his head, clearing away thoughts he /has/ to keep buried, and points to his phone.
“Denki called. Something about a villain with a pretty brutal quirk on the loose. We have to stay inside until he’s apprehended.”
Kirishima smiles brightly over at him. “Alright bro! No problem. We’ll just think of it as a long sleep over.”
“Yeah...long sleep over,”
Kirishima smiles brightly over at him. “Alright bro! No problem. We’ll just think of it as a long sleep over.”
“Yeah...long sleep over,”
Bakugou murmurs.
He settles on the couch next to Kirishima, who tosses him a controller.
“I’m getting better at Smash! Challenge me!”
Bakugou complies, hoping that after whooping Kirishima’s ass in the game, he’ll be a little less sunshine and a little more storm clouds.
He settles on the couch next to Kirishima, who tosses him a controller.
“I’m getting better at Smash! Challenge me!”
Bakugou complies, hoping that after whooping Kirishima’s ass in the game, he’ll be a little less sunshine and a little more storm clouds.
Several rounds later, Bakugou throws his controller down and glares at Kirishima. “You cheated.”
Kirishima laughs. “Did not. I just got tired of you winning all the time.”
Bakugou’s competitive streak, coupled with the tension he’s been feeling, results in him
Kirishima laughs. “Did not. I just got tired of you winning all the time.”
Bakugou’s competitive streak, coupled with the tension he’s been feeling, results in him
Leveling off, or trying to, a small explosion aimed at Kirishima.
But Eijirou is fast. He grips Katsuki’s wrist and turns his body, hardening his side so the explosion singes his shirt, but leaves him unscathed.
Bakugou is furious. Or horny. Probably both.
But Eijirou is fast. He grips Katsuki’s wrist and turns his body, hardening his side so the explosion singes his shirt, but leaves him unscathed.
Bakugou is furious. Or horny. Probably both.
They tussle for a while and Eijirou wins, successfully pinning Bakugou to the couch. He’s straddling Bakugou’s hips and has both hands pinned above his head.
“Kat, dude, this was my favorite shirt!” He laments as he stares down at Bakugou with a sad expression.
“Kat, dude, this was my favorite shirt!” He laments as he stares down at Bakugou with a sad expression.
Bakugou struggles to pull his wrists free, but fucking huge ass Kirishima...
“You have a drawer full of that tacky ass orange colored shirt.”
“Ha! Jokes on you because it’s more of a saLmon!”
“Jokes on you idiot. You don’t pronounce the L in salmon.”
“You have a drawer full of that tacky ass orange colored shirt.”
“Ha! Jokes on you because it’s more of a saLmon!”
“Jokes on you idiot. You don’t pronounce the L in salmon.”
Bakugou continues to struggle to pull free. He stops squirming and looks up at Kirishima. His red eyes are soft and a small smile dances at the corners of his mouth. His hair, long and wild, hangs in his face.
Bakugou’s heart thuds against his chest. He’s certain
Bakugou’s heart thuds against his chest. He’s certain
Kirishima can hear it as it beats loudly.
“You’re really ma-“
“Get off! Jesus Shitty Hair. You weigh a fucking ton.”
He wants to take those words back as the smile falters on Kirishima’s lips. He knows Ei is self conscious about his height and weight, having
“You’re really ma-“
“Get off! Jesus Shitty Hair. You weigh a fucking ton.”
He wants to take those words back as the smile falters on Kirishima’s lips. He knows Ei is self conscious about his height and weight, having
grown exponentially and towering over nearly every one they meet.
“My bad Kat,” Ei mumbles as he shifts, letting Katsuki free. He turns off the console and places the remotes on the coffee table. He doesn’t look at Katsuki as he mumbles,
“My bad Kat,” Ei mumbles as he shifts, letting Katsuki free. He turns off the console and places the remotes on the coffee table. He doesn’t look at Katsuki as he mumbles,
“S’gettin late. Gonna shower...”
“But you don’t have-“ the bathroom door closes before he can finish speaking. “Clean clothes,” he finishes softly.
He punches at the arm of the couch, swearing quietly to himself.
He can do /this/. He can last a few days in
“But you don’t have-“ the bathroom door closes before he can finish speaking. “Clean clothes,” he finishes softly.
He punches at the arm of the couch, swearing quietly to himself.
He can do /this/. He can last a few days in
a tiny apartment with his best friend.
Of course he can.
Well, he thinks he can.
“Can I borrow a pair of your shorts?” Eijirou yells from the bathroom.
Thoughts of Eijirou’s thick thighs being swueeed tightly by the fabric of Katsuki’s shorts invade his mind.
Of course he can.
Well, he thinks he can.
“Can I borrow a pair of your shorts?” Eijirou yells from the bathroom.
Thoughts of Eijirou’s thick thighs being swueeed tightly by the fabric of Katsuki’s shorts invade his mind.
He covers his face with a pillow , letting out a yell before answering, “Yeah! You know where they are.”
“Thanks man!”
Katsuki thinks about anything other than muscular thighs covered with fine black hairs... a nice firm ass that’s wrapped tightly in a pair of /his/ shorts..
“Thanks man!”
Katsuki thinks about anything other than muscular thighs covered with fine black hairs... a nice firm ass that’s wrapped tightly in a pair of /his/ shorts..
“HURRY UP! Other people need to shower too!” He needs a cold one and soon.
Eijirou cracks open the door to “let out some of the steam” and Katsuki rolls his eyes.
He has to keep his jaw from dropping when Eijirou emerges, towel around his waist, hair dripping wet and
Eijirou cracks open the door to “let out some of the steam” and Katsuki rolls his eyes.
He has to keep his jaw from dropping when Eijirou emerges, towel around his waist, hair dripping wet and
water droplets beading and rolling down his chest, disappearing into the thick black happy trail that dips down into his towel.
Eijirou jerks his head toward the bathroom. “Shower is all yours man.”
He carefully walks across the wood flooring and into Katsuki’s room.
Eijirou jerks his head toward the bathroom. “Shower is all yours man.”
He carefully walks across the wood flooring and into Katsuki’s room.
Before the door closes, Katsuki’s skies just a hint of upper thigh and a peek of an ass cheek covered with the same soft black hairs.
He /hopes/ he can survive the next few days...
***
He /hopes/ he can survive the next few days...
***
After his rather long shower, Bakugou finally comes out of the restroom to a darkened living room. A soft glow slips through the crack of his bedroom door and he can hear Kirishima chuckle at something on television.
He takes a deep breath and pushes open the door slowly. Kirishima is sprawled across the bed on his back, an arm propping his head up and one leg pulled up. His other hand scratches at his stomach and dips into the band of his shorts.
Bakugou pulls the door closed and grabs a blanket from the hallway cabinet.
He’s not risking an embarrassing morning wake up call. He’ll wake up by himself on the couch with morning wood, thank you very much!
He flops down on the couch and covers himself with the blanket.
He’s not risking an embarrassing morning wake up call. He’ll wake up by himself on the couch with morning wood, thank you very much!
He flops down on the couch and covers himself with the blanket.
His eyes grow heavy with sleep and just as he’s dozing off, a loud smack on the back of the couch jolts him out of his sleep.
“What the hell Ei?!” He grumbles, rubbing at his eyes.
“What are you doing on the couch Kat?” Ei looks down at him, his eyes
“What the hell Ei?!” He grumbles, rubbing at his eyes.
“What are you doing on the couch Kat?” Ei looks down at him, his eyes
clouded with concern. “I’m sorry about earlier. I was just-“
Bakugou waves his hand dismissively. “Whatever. I can’t sleep with the TV on.”
“I’ll turn it off.”
“You always get really hot in your sleep.”
“Don’t you keep it like..65 in here?”
Bakugou huffs a
Bakugou waves his hand dismissively. “Whatever. I can’t sleep with the TV on.”
“I’ll turn it off.”
“You always get really hot in your sleep.”
“Don’t you keep it like..65 in here?”
Bakugou huffs a
frustrated sigh. “Go to bed Eijirou.”
“I will if you come to bed.”
Bakugou contemplates lashing out again, but doesn’t want to hurt him. “If I say yes, will you stop looking at me with those puppy dog eyes?”
Eijirou smiles.
Bastard.
Bakugou makes a show of
“I will if you come to bed.”
Bakugou contemplates lashing out again, but doesn’t want to hurt him. “If I say yes, will you stop looking at me with those puppy dog eyes?”
Eijirou smiles.
Bastard.
Bakugou makes a show of
dragging himself off the couch, folding up the blanket and placing it back in the cabinet.
Eijirou hops onto the bed and turns off the TV, plunging them into darkness.
Bakugou settles on his side of the bed, seemingly out of reach from Eijirou.
But, what does the man do?
Eijirou hops onto the bed and turns off the TV, plunging them into darkness.
Bakugou settles on his side of the bed, seemingly out of reach from Eijirou.
But, what does the man do?
Scoots closer, throws an arm across Bakugou and sighs sleepily. “I always feel safe if I’m sleeping near you. Night Kat.”
Bakugou freezes. He doesn’t want to read too much into that. They’ve been sharing a bed on random occasions since high school. Tonight isn’t some
Bakugou freezes. He doesn’t want to read too much into that. They’ve been sharing a bed on random occasions since high school. Tonight isn’t some
exception. His sleepy musing isn’t a declaration of love.
Bakugou falls asleep convincing himself Ei doesn’t love him and talking himself out of whispering his true feelings while Eijirou slept.
Bakugou falls asleep convincing himself Ei doesn’t love him and talking himself out of whispering his true feelings while Eijirou slept.
The sound of his alarm drags him out of his sleep. He blindly searches for his phone, tapping at it until it turns off.
He rubs the sleep from his eyes and stretches, yawning loudly. He rolls over and snuggles into the warm body next to him, taking a deep breath
He rubs the sleep from his eyes and stretches, yawning loudly. He rolls over and snuggles into the warm body next to him, taking a deep breath
And smiling at the scent of apple harvest body wash and pomegranate shampoo.
“Morning,” Eijirou whispers softly.
Onc again, he freezes. He cracks open an eye and stares up at Eijirou. Bakugou rolls away, nearly falling out of bed. Hopping up quickly, and saving face,
“Morning,” Eijirou whispers softly.
Onc again, he freezes. He cracks open an eye and stares up at Eijirou. Bakugou rolls away, nearly falling out of bed. Hopping up quickly, and saving face,
he turns to scowl at Eijirou. “How long have you been awake?”
“What time is it?”
Bakugou looks at his phone. “8:15.”
“For about an hour, I think.” Eijirou untangles his legs from the covers and swings them over the side of the bed. “I didn’t want to wake you.”
“What time is it?”
Bakugou looks at his phone. “8:15.”
“For about an hour, I think.” Eijirou untangles his legs from the covers and swings them over the side of the bed. “I didn’t want to wake you.”
“So you stared at me like some fucking creep?” Bakugou glares. His stomach does a little flip as Eijirou laughs.
“I made breakfast, set the coffee machine to start brewing at 8:12, and then got back in bed.” He rises from the bed and moves toward Bakugou.
“I made breakfast, set the coffee machine to start brewing at 8:12, and then got back in bed.” He rises from the bed and moves toward Bakugou.
He pats his shoulder and yawns. “I’ll clean up the kitchen. My way of showing thanks for letting me sleep over. And borrow a pair of shorts.”
Bakugou looks down quickly at Eijirou’s legs when he mentions the shorts.
Bakugou looks down quickly at Eijirou’s legs when he mentions the shorts.
The shorts are bunched up around his thighs, outlining the shape of his sack and the thick, long, co-
Nervous laughter has Bakugou’s eyes snapping up to Eijirou’s face. “I can buy you a new pair. Didn’t mean to stretch them out.” He scratches at the back of his head.
Nervous laughter has Bakugou’s eyes snapping up to Eijirou’s face. “I can buy you a new pair. Didn’t mean to stretch them out.” He scratches at the back of his head.
“Don’t worry about it. Keep ‘em.” Bakugou pushes past Eijirou and purposely slows his steps.
He doesn’t want to seem too jittery, but holy hell...
He pours a cup of coffee and eyes the “breakfast” Eijirou has made.
Different types of meat and two styles of
He doesn’t want to seem too jittery, but holy hell...
He pours a cup of coffee and eyes the “breakfast” Eijirou has made.
Different types of meat and two styles of
potatoes sit on the stove.
“You /would/ feed me meat at a time like this,” Bakugou murmurs.
“At a time like what? Did the quirk affect meat too?”
Bakugou almost jumps out of his skin. He spills a bit of his coffee down the front of his shirt and hisses at the sting.
“You /would/ feed me meat at a time like this,” Bakugou murmurs.
“At a time like what? Did the quirk affect meat too?”
Bakugou almost jumps out of his skin. He spills a bit of his coffee down the front of his shirt and hisses at the sting.
“Oh no, my bad!” Eijirou rushes forward, grabbing at the hem of Bakugou’s shirt. “I’ll do a load of laundry too so we can wash this before the stain sets.”
Bakugou swats at Eijirou’s hands. “I can undress myself!”
Eijirou backs away, grinning sheepishly. “Sorry.”
Bakugou swats at Eijirou’s hands. “I can undress myself!”
Eijirou backs away, grinning sheepishly. “Sorry.”
“For fucks sake, stop apologizing all the time. It’s annoying.” Bakugou snaps. He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it at Eijirou.
He catches the shirt and just...stares.
Openly.
Making Bakugou blush.
Once again, that dopey look crosses his face.
He catches the shirt and just...stares.
Openly.
Making Bakugou blush.
Once again, that dopey look crosses his face.
Before he can say anything, Bakugou is shoving a plate of sausage and potatoes under Eijirou’s nose. “Sit down and eat.”
“Can I tell you something?” Eijirou takes the plate and sits at the table, forgetting about the shirt and the stain.
“Can I tell you something?” Eijirou takes the plate and sits at the table, forgetting about the shirt and the stain.
“Tell me after we’re done eating.”
“But, I need, well want, to tell you now.” He’s staring intently at Bakugou.
“Later. Eat.”
Eijirou sighs and nods. “Sure. Later.”
Bakugou feels like he just dodged a bullet even though he has no clue what Eijirou was going to say.
“But, I need, well want, to tell you now.” He’s staring intently at Bakugou.
“Later. Eat.”
Eijirou sighs and nods. “Sure. Later.”
Bakugou feels like he just dodged a bullet even though he has no clue what Eijirou was going to say.
He doesn’t want to spend the next few days dealing with something awkward. So he’ll spend the next few days redirecting the conversation and give Eijirou the space to say what he needs to, just before he sends him home.
Solid plan.
Kirishima eats quietly, for the first time in years, and Bakugou, is a little unnerved by the silence.
“So, uh,” Bakugou tries to start conversation.
“Thought you told me to eat,” Kirishima mumbles bitterly.
“I did, but do we have to eat in silence? I can hardly get you to
“So, uh,” Bakugou tries to start conversation.
“Thought you told me to eat,” Kirishima mumbles bitterly.
“I did, but do we have to eat in silence? I can hardly get you to
shut up, even when your mouth is full.”
Kirishima chokes on his food, playing it off as a cough before looking up, red faced, at Bakugou. “Dude you can’t just—never mind.” He shakes his head and grabs his plate, chucking it into the sink.
Kirishima chokes on his food, playing it off as a cough before looking up, red faced, at Bakugou. “Dude you can’t just—never mind.” He shakes his head and grabs his plate, chucking it into the sink.
“I’m gonna go play MK11. You in?”
Bakugou, slightly confused by Kirishima’s unnecessary reaction, shakes his head. “No, the dishes aren’t going to do themselves and I’m not going to let you be a slob in my house.”
Bakugou, slightly confused by Kirishima’s unnecessary reaction, shakes his head. “No, the dishes aren’t going to do themselves and I’m not going to let you be a slob in my house.”
Kirishima’s lopsided grin has Bakugou’s heart stuttering against his rib cage. “If you need help, let me know Bakubro.”
“Ei, I swear to gods if you call me ‘bro’ again...” he glares up at Kirishima.
The bastard has the audacity to reach over and run his fingers
“Ei, I swear to gods if you call me ‘bro’ again...” he glares up at Kirishima.
The bastard has the audacity to reach over and run his fingers
through Bakugou’s hair, scratching lightly at his scalp as he drags his fingers through soft unkempt spikes. “My bad, bro.”
Bakugou controls the full body shudder, firing off a small blast in Kirishima’s direction.
Bakugou controls the full body shudder, firing off a small blast in Kirishima’s direction.
Kirishima chuckles as he easily avoids the explosion and plops down on the couch. “You sure? We can go a couple rounds.” He waggles his eyebrows.
A small ‘pop’ and a thin plume of smoke come from underneath the table as Bakugou swears under his breath. “No thank you.”
A small ‘pop’ and a thin plume of smoke come from underneath the table as Bakugou swears under his breath. “No thank you.”
He quickly clears the dishes and heads into the kitchen.
He’s mid-wash when it dawns on him...
//Even when your mouth is full...//
Oh god.
He looks at Kirishima on the couch, deep in video game world and suddenly, Bakugou /needs/ to know what Kirishima was
He’s mid-wash when it dawns on him...
//Even when your mouth is full...//
Oh god.
He looks at Kirishima on the couch, deep in video game world and suddenly, Bakugou /needs/ to know what Kirishima was
going to tell him.
He dries his hands and hurriedly moves to the couch. “Hey, what were you gonna say earlier?”
“Huh?” Kirishima doesn’t look away from the TV.
“You said you wanted to tell me something earlier...?”
He dries his hands and hurriedly moves to the couch. “Hey, what were you gonna say earlier?”
“Huh?” Kirishima doesn’t look away from the TV.
“You said you wanted to tell me something earlier...?”
“What?” Eyes still glued to the tv.
Bakugou sighs and reaches for the controller.
Kirishima snatches his hand away and seats at Bakugou. “Not cool Kat. Wait your turn.”
“You dense mother—“ Bakugou mumbles, walking away from Kirishima. He flops on his bed
Bakugou sighs and reaches for the controller.
Kirishima snatches his hand away and seats at Bakugou. “Not cool Kat. Wait your turn.”
“You dense mother—“ Bakugou mumbles, walking away from Kirishima. He flops on his bed
and rolls over onto his stomach to scream into the pillow.
His phone vibrates on the nightstand and without lifting his face from the pillow, he fumbles with it, barking out a “WHAT?!” as he answers.
“So I take it you’ve seen the dick you want to impale you?”
His phone vibrates on the nightstand and without lifting his face from the pillow, he fumbles with it, barking out a “WHAT?!” as he answers.
“So I take it you’ve seen the dick you want to impale you?”
“Fuck you Pikachu. What do you want?”
“Aizawa Sensei says they have an idea where the villain is. So, we should be cleared to go outside again soon.”
“Whatever.”
“Someone’s prickly. What’s wrong Blasty?”
He rolls over onto his back and sighs loudly.
“Aizawa Sensei says they have an idea where the villain is. So, we should be cleared to go outside again soon.”
“Whatever.”
“Someone’s prickly. What’s wrong Blasty?”
He rolls over onto his back and sighs loudly.
“I think he was going to tell me something...important. But—“
“But you fucked it up?”
“Fuck you,” he spit out. “Yeah,” he quietly added. “I tried to get his attention but he’s playing MK11.”
“But you fucked it up?”
“Fuck you,” he spit out. “Yeah,” he quietly added. “I tried to get his attention but he’s playing MK11.”
“Holy T/ikT/ok challenge, Batman! I have an idea...”
Bakugou listens halfheartedly as Denki unhatches the stupidest plan he’s ever heard. “That shit won’t work.”
“Hang on...”
Bakugou hears rustling and Kaminari sing songing, “Oh Hitoshiiiiii”
A loud squeal,
Bakugou listens halfheartedly as Denki unhatches the stupidest plan he’s ever heard. “That shit won’t work.”
“Hang on...”
Bakugou hears rustling and Kaminari sing songing, “Oh Hitoshiiiiii”
A loud squeal,
the fumbling of a phone changing hands, and suddenly Hitoshi comes on the line. “It works. He’ll call you later.”
The call ends and Bakugou mutters, “fuckin’ horny assholes.”
But if it worked for Denki...and he and Shinsou have been together for years...
The call ends and Bakugou mutters, “fuckin’ horny assholes.”
But if it worked for Denki...and he and Shinsou have been together for years...
Bakugou sighs.
What can it hurt?
Kirishima /can/ reject him.
But on one hand...he can also /not/ reject him.
Fuck it.
He quickly pulls his shirt over his head and steps out of his shorts and boxers.
He peeks out of the room and calls softly, “Hey, Ei?”
What can it hurt?
Kirishima /can/ reject him.
But on one hand...he can also /not/ reject him.
Fuck it.
He quickly pulls his shirt over his head and steps out of his shorts and boxers.
He peeks out of the room and calls softly, “Hey, Ei?”
“Sup bro?” He doesn’t tear his fucking pretty face from the game.
So, Bakugou steps out of the room, as naked as the day he came into the world, and tries again.
“Hey, Ei?”
“Yeah?”
He moves closer still, taking timid steps toward either the end of his friendship
So, Bakugou steps out of the room, as naked as the day he came into the world, and tries again.
“Hey, Ei?”
“Yeah?”
He moves closer still, taking timid steps toward either the end of his friendship
or the beginning of a relationship.
“Ei. Can you look at me for like, five fucking seconds?”
Kirishima pauses the game and lets out a long suffering sigh as he turns his head to face Bakugou.
“Wha-oh holy All Might...” His gaze slides up and down Bakugou’s body,
“Ei. Can you look at me for like, five fucking seconds?”
Kirishima pauses the game and lets out a long suffering sigh as he turns his head to face Bakugou.
“Wha-oh holy All Might...” His gaze slides up and down Bakugou’s body,
Lingering on his small waist, muscular thighs, and finally on his cock. Thick and curved a little to the right.
“You said you had—“ he’s cut off as Kirishima practically teleports in front of him. He’s literally swept off his feet as large hands grip his ass, hoisting him up.
“You said you had—“ he’s cut off as Kirishima practically teleports in front of him. He’s literally swept off his feet as large hands grip his ass, hoisting him up.
“Ei-what are you—“
“Shut up.”
His bare back is pressed against the wall. Hot lips are kissing across his neck, his clavicle, his jaw. Warm hands knead his ass, pulling him tighter against Kirishima.
“Ei,” he moans. “Wait, wait.”
Kirishima lets out a low growl
“Shut up.”
His bare back is pressed against the wall. Hot lips are kissing across his neck, his clavicle, his jaw. Warm hands knead his ass, pulling him tighter against Kirishima.
“Ei,” he moans. “Wait, wait.”
Kirishima lets out a low growl
and Bakugou comes undone.
He yanks Kirishima’s head back by his hair and captures his lips in a bruising kiss.
“Fuuuuck baby,” Kirishima moans against his mouth. “You’re so goddamned sexy.”
“Stop talking and kiss me,” Bakugou demands, yanking on Kirishima’s hair again.
He yanks Kirishima’s head back by his hair and captures his lips in a bruising kiss.
“Fuuuuck baby,” Kirishima moans against his mouth. “You’re so goddamned sexy.”
“Stop talking and kiss me,” Bakugou demands, yanking on Kirishima’s hair again.
Kirishima pulls his head back and looks at Bakugou with a dark smirk.
“Or, I can do something else with my mouth.”
“Th-that’ll work too.”
“Just like I thought.” He easily carries Bakugou into the bedroom and drops him on the bed.
He kneels between his knees, pushing him
“Or, I can do something else with my mouth.”
“Th-that’ll work too.”
“Just like I thought.” He easily carries Bakugou into the bedroom and drops him on the bed.
He kneels between his knees, pushing him
back on the bed.
Bakugou exhales in short bursts, his mind cloudy with lust.
He inhales sharply, gripping the sheets in smoking and crackling hands, as Kirishima’s tongue licks a long stripe from the base of his cock to the head.
“Oh my fucking god Ei.”
Bakugou exhales in short bursts, his mind cloudy with lust.
He inhales sharply, gripping the sheets in smoking and crackling hands, as Kirishima’s tongue licks a long stripe from the base of his cock to the head.
“Oh my fucking god Ei.”
Bakugou closes his eyes tightly as Kirishima’s tongue rolls over his head, lapping at the tip.
One hand wraps around the base of his dick while the other massages his balls.
He can’t keep himself from letting off a series of small explosions that burn holes
One hand wraps around the base of his dick while the other massages his balls.
He can’t keep himself from letting off a series of small explosions that burn holes
in his sheets the exact moment Eijirou swallows his dick to the hilt.
His hands fist in Eijirou’s hair and he rocks his hips up to meet the warm, wet heat engulfing his cock.
Saliva runs down his dick, dripping on his balls and his soul almost leaves his body
His hands fist in Eijirou’s hair and he rocks his hips up to meet the warm, wet heat engulfing his cock.
Saliva runs down his dick, dripping on his balls and his soul almost leaves his body
when Kirishima lowers his head, raises Bakugou’s hips and spreads his ass to lap greedily at his hole.
His balls tighten and he lets out a broken whimper as he cums.
“Oh my god Ei,” he whines loudly as a finger is added alongside Ei’s tongue. He throws a leg over
His balls tighten and he lets out a broken whimper as he cums.
“Oh my god Ei,” he whines loudly as a finger is added alongside Ei’s tongue. He throws a leg over
Kirishima’s shoulder, using the heel of his foot to push him in deeper.
Kirishima moans into his asshole and Bakugou begins babbling like a lunatic.
“Fuck me. Please. Hurry. Hurry. I need you Ei.”
Kirishima’s face pops up just as he’s easing another finger inside of
Kirishima moans into his asshole and Bakugou begins babbling like a lunatic.
“Fuck me. Please. Hurry. Hurry. I need you Ei.”
Kirishima’s face pops up just as he’s easing another finger inside of
Bakugou. “How bad do you need me?”
“Fuck.” Bakugou’s head lolls back against the pillow as thick fingers sink deeper inside of him, nudging against his prostate.
“Tell me honey. How bad do you need me?”
“B-badly.”
“You have lube?”
Bakugou points a shaky finger
“Fuck.” Bakugou’s head lolls back against the pillow as thick fingers sink deeper inside of him, nudging against his prostate.
“Tell me honey. How bad do you need me?”
“B-badly.”
“You have lube?”
Bakugou points a shaky finger
at his nightstand drawer.
Kirishima’s fingers slip out of him, much to his dismay, leaving him empty and aching.
“Hurry Ei. Fuck!”
“So needy Katsuki. Patience.”
Kirishima settles between his thighs and pulls the shorts down just enough for his cock to bob out.
Kirishima’s fingers slip out of him, much to his dismay, leaving him empty and aching.
“Hurry Ei. Fuck!”
“So needy Katsuki. Patience.”
Kirishima settles between his thighs and pulls the shorts down just enough for his cock to bob out.
Bakugou isn’t a virgin. He’s bottomed before, topped before, even had sex with a few women, but never has he seen a cock as pretty as Eijirou’s.
It had to be at least nine inches. And holy fuck was it girthy as shit.
It had to be at least nine inches. And holy fuck was it girthy as shit.
Kirishima was flushed from the apples of his cheeks to the tip of his dick, and for a brief moment, Bakugou considered saying “fuck it” and swallowing as much as that monster as he could.
But before he was able, lube slicked fingers were sliding back into his asshole and Kirishima was stretching him as he stroked his own cock.
“You’re so tight baby. I’m not sure if I’m going to fit.” Kirishima lowers his voice to a whisper.
“You’re so tight baby. I’m not sure if I’m going to fit.” Kirishima lowers his voice to a whisper.
“Have you ever taken a dick this big Katsuki? Can you handle me?”
Bakugou whimpers as he feels the tip of a third finger poking at his stretched hole.
“I’m not sure you can handle me baby. How about you show me you can?”
Kirishima drags his fingers slowly out
Bakugou whimpers as he feels the tip of a third finger poking at his stretched hole.
“I’m not sure you can handle me baby. How about you show me you can?”
Kirishima drags his fingers slowly out
Of him, pulling another whimper out of Bakugou. He sits on the edge of the bed, holding his dick in his hand and with a crook of his finger, beckons Bakugou forward.
He has /no clue/ where this Kirishima came from, but he’s silently thanking every god that he’s here.
He has /no clue/ where this Kirishima came from, but he’s silently thanking every god that he’s here.
He straddles Kirishima’s lap, reaching behind him to hold Kirishima’s dick, and slowly, slides down, panting as the tip enters him.
The burn and stretch was nearly too much, but Kirishima softly coaxed him, whispering praises as Bakugou worked to take all of him.
The burn and stretch was nearly too much, but Kirishima softly coaxed him, whispering praises as Bakugou worked to take all of him.
