Bakugou coming home from a rough day of work. His mask is shredded, he's covered in soot. His hands ache and even when he massages his palms, it doesn't help. His decorative, intimidating head fans drop down like a bassett hounds ears.

It's shit.

He's pissed off when he showers. He still angry when he forces himself to eat a bowl of ramen and watch the news.

But by the time his bowl is empty, frustrated tears are streaming down his face.

The apartment is too fucking quiet.

He's sore.

His bed is too far away and he's way too exhausted to force himself to move there.

So Katsuki drags the throw off the back of the couch and wraps himself tight in it.

The sound of keys & his front door opening has him barely lifting his head

"Hey" says Ei, hurrying to his side. He brushes blonde bangs out of red eyes. "Kami texted & said you had a rough day. Let's go to bed, yeah?" His warm hands slide under Katsuki. "You don't want a cramp."

Katsuki lifts his arms with a pout, just to stabilize himself in Kirishima's arms. He doesn't protest, because Ei wouldn't listen anyway.

He lets himself be carried. And if he nuzzles his face into Ei's warm neck it doesn't matter because neither of the are gonna call him out.

"You wanna cum?" Eijirou asks softly, because he knows doing so makes Katsuki relax. It's not weird. Shitty Hair's just helping him out.

"Yeah." He mutters, pulling down his pajama bottoms to show Kirishima his half hard cock. "Can I have your mouth?"

Eijirou smiles, pecking him on the cheek, which isn't weird either because they're friends. "Always, Kat. Just lay back and enjoy."

Kirishima swallows his dick like he's made for it, with only a tiny gag when the tip slides deeper in his mouth and touches his throat.

He sucks, tongue massaging the head and sides. He slowly pulls back, before slowly moving down.

Katsuki's hands pop against his hips.

Kirishima's never ever frenzied during these movements. He brings Katsuki of with languid strokes and gentle sucks like they have all the time in the world.

It's for comfort, to coax relaxation.

Part of him wishes Kirishima would hold his chest down with a hardened arm, bite his skin with sharp teeth, and jack him off so furiously, so /desperately/ that his dick gets friction burn.

But that wouldn't be friendship.

That would be something lovers do, and Kirishima isn't interested in being his lover.

When Katsuki orgasms this time, it's with a full body shudder and no sounds. He's forced himself to be quiet since the first time they did this.

Kiri hadn't liked the sounds he'd made, had commented on them with a simple, "Bro, you can't sound like that or I won't be able to do this." Having no idea how much he'd actually hurt Katsuki.

If it wasn't for the hot, wet cavern of his mouth, he would have been soft in seconds.

It's not Kirishima's fault and Katsuki doesn't hold any grudges against him for it. It just /is/. Infact, it's probably Katsuki's fault for maybe, sort of, being into his straight friend.

Kirishima climbs back up Katsuki's body with a smile, brushing his thumb in the corner of his mouth to catch a drop of cum that escaped his mouth. He licks the mess and Katsuki's stomach flops. "You feelin' better, dude?"

"Guess so." Katsuki grunts, tucking his dick back even though it's still mostly hard. Stupid Kirishima and his stupid sexy everything.

"Cool. You wanna be little spoon?" His arms flex in offer.

Katsuki grumbles, but rolls so Kirishima can slide in behind him.

Under the weight of Kirishima's arm, with the redhead's delicious scent in his nose, Katsuki falls asleep.