The bathroom walls of this coffee shop are really clean, that’s all Eijirou can think about as his face is pressed against one of them, then Mr. Bakugou grinds his hips against Eijirou’s ass and he can’t form coherent thoughts anymore.

Never in his life had Eijirou eaten faster than after Mr. Bakugou confessed he wasn’t wearing anything under Eijirou’s clothes. He chocked on a sip of coffee and then vacuumed all the food on his plate while Mr. Bakugou glanced at him nonchalantly over the edge of his own cup.

“What are you thinking about?” Mr. Bakugou grunts in Eijirou’s ear, pulling him out of his self-absorption. His left hand wraps around Eijirou’s neck, the right one starts tugging Eijirou’s pants down.

“I don’t know” Eijirou whispers, out of breath. How can he tell the man that the idea of him going commando turns him on like nothing else in the world?

Eijirou can’t help but push his ass back onto Mr. Bakugou’s clothed erection, biting his lower lip as he leans his head to the side to give Mr. Bakugou better access.

Mr. Bakugou wastes no time, his fingers press tighter on the sides of Eijirou’s neck as his tongue draws a wet line from Eijirou’s collarbone to his jaw, where he places a soft kiss before going back to Eijirou’s ear.

Mr. Bakugou’s right hand stops the movement of Eijirou’s hips, his thumb slides between Eijirou’s asscheeks to spread him open.

“If you have nothing better, then think about this” Mr. Bakugou drives his point home with a rough thrust of his hips, cockhead breaching Eijirou’s eager hole.

Eijirou has no answer to give other than a low moan and his insides clenching around Mr. Bakugou’s cock. His own erection throbs with need, painfully straining inside his pants.

It’s hard and fast, just like Eijirou needs after having to deal with his racing heart since he woke up. Mr. Bakugou’s hand slides up from his neck to his mouth and two fingers find their way in, they press down on Eijirou’s tongue as Mr. Bakugou bites his earlobe.

“You have to keep it down if you don’t want anyone to barge in on us” Mr. Bakugou breathes out against his cheek.
Eijirou’s cock twitches at the idea of being found out here, in the bathroom of a family friendly coffee shop.

“Oh fuck~” Eijirou moans around Mr. Bakugou’s fingers, maybe he bites down on them without noticing because Mr. Bakugou hisses in his ear again.

The hand on his hip drags to his front, leaving a burning trail on its wake. It slithers into Eijirou’s pants to finally free his neglected cock. Dexterous fingers hold him firmly and jerk him off furiously.

It’s almost too much, Mr. Bakugou pounding his ass and filling his mouth at the same time had him near the edge, that hand taking care of his dick was the extra push he needed.

Eijirou’s eyes roll back as he reaches climax. Mr. Bakugou has the decency of pointing Eijirou’s cock towards the toilet, so the little cum he had left after cumming so many times last night is easily flushed down with a pull of the chain.

But Mr. Bakugou is not done yet. He pulls out of Eijirou and makes him turn around, then pushes him down until he’s sitting on the toilet, pants around his thighs and cock flaccid resting over them. Then Mr. Bakugou’s erection slaps him on the face.

A delicious shiver runs up Eijirou’s spine. He doesn’t hesitate to part his lips and guide Mr. Bakugou’s cock inside. Eijirou drops his hands and looks up to Mr. Bakugou, waiting for him to make the next move. Mr. Bakugou smirks and it makes Eijirou’s heart skip a beat.

“Open wide, baby” Mr. Bakugou grunts. He pushes his hips forward, slowly sliding his cock deeper into Eijirou’s mouth, then he pulls back until just the tip is touching Eijirou’s lips before diving all the way into Eijirou’s throat with a single motion.

Thank God Eijirou manages not to choke when the tip of Mr. Bakugou’s cock sucker punches the back of his throat, tears start welling up in the corners of his eyes. Mr. Bakugou keeps going relentlessly though, barely giving Eijirou any time to try and hollow his cheeks.

Mr. Bakugou thumbs away a couple of tears that roll down. “Just a little longer, baby” Mr. Bakugou pants, breath ragged as he keeps thrusting into Eijirou’s welcoming mouth.

When Mr. Bakugou’s hips stop, cock deep in Eijirou’s throat, the redhead knows exactly what to wait for and he gets ready to swallow everything down. A little bit still spills from the corners of his mouth, but not enough to drip down his neck.

Mr. Bakugou cleans it immediately with a kiss anyway.
“I hope your hunger is satiated now” Mr. Bakugou whispers against his lips.
“It is, thank you for the food, Daddy” Eijirou smiles before kissing Mr. Bakugou again.