say what you will but I 100% believe kiri in canon - like kirishima as he is now - would totally let bakugou make a move on him. he'd be surprised sure and probably unsure about his sexuality but if his best bro started kissing on him out of nowhere he'd just be like.

kiri finishes his work in a very timely fashion one evening like just stays on task the entire time and bakugou loves his big, self-satisfied smile so he kisses him and kisses him Good

kiri doesn't see it coming at all, he's too distracted by the academic high he's on. so when bakugou leans in real close to his face, he doesn't think much of it as first - bakugou’s an in-your-face kinda guy, and he sort of assumes he's just gonna shout something at first.

his eyes are all sharp and intense and focused but then they're sliding shut and oh shit

suddenly bakugou is kissing him.

kiri's smile still hasn't really worn off so he's beet red and trying to get his facial muscles to cooperate so he can kiss back

but - shit - why is bakugou kissing him?!

it feels...nice. bakugou is rigorously hygenic, so he smells good, his breath is fresh. his lips aren't the absolute softest, but they're plush and warm and they have a very satisfying amount of give when kiri kisses back.

kiri doesn’t even know if he likes boys, but man, bakugou's kissing him like he knows the answer .

somewhere in the back of his mind, he considers that bakugou's kinda always been the exception, always been his weak spot

and damn, it feels fucking great to kiss him.

bakugou's so hot, so manly, and he's kissing him stupid, making him dizzy -

the pencil he was holding clatters onto the floor as bakugou climbs into his lap, pushing harder, kissing deeper. he's breathing real fast out of his nose, gripping tight to his shirt, his hair, and -

shit, kiri can't handle how much bakugou's focusing on /just him/ right now.

he takes advantage of kiri's small noises and gasps and slips him his tongue.

kiri's eyes roll back at the wet slide of it, and he tilts his head, gives him more leeway.

maybe it's been minutes, but it feels like it's only been a few seconds when kiri's rudely pulled out of his haze by the sound of one of their phones going off.

bakugou pulls back with a wet smooching sound, wipes his mouth off on the back of his hand, and mutters "shit."

kiri tries to follow his mouth with his own, but bakugou’s already climbing off of him.

"what was - baku-"

"get out, shitty-hair"

and bakugou's not at all angry (if a bit flustered) when he kicks kiri out of his dorm,

explaining plainly that it's his bedtime.

kiri fumbles his way into his own room in a daze, his clothes and hair disheveled, lips tingly and his cock still resolutely half-hard.

it takes him a while to wind down and get to sleep,

only managing to drift off after one of his most indulgent wanking sessions yet, his mind obsessively tied to the feeling of bakugou's hot mouth, his skilled tongue, and imagining how it would feel on other parts of his body.

he imagines those same sharp eyes fixed up at him as he uses his mouth where kiri needs it most, working on him like it's all he knows how to do, concentrated, fast and wet and a little sloppy, and - oh /fuck/ -

kiri makes a mess of his own rough fingers and sleep tank,

and when he dreams that night, he dreams of bakugou.

he doesn't know what he expects the next day or of their relationship from then on, and is pleasantly surprised to find that nothing changes at all, no weird energy lingers

except

every studying session

like clockwork

if kirishima finishes his assignments and finishes them correctly - more importantly, before 20:30

bakugou pulls himself into kiri's lap and kisses him like he belongs there.

to kirishima’s absolute hormone-driven delight, he eventually discovers that the sooner he completes his work, the further bakugou will go with him

and in true Bakugou fashion, he will immediately stop whatever he's doing with him and kick him out at precisely 20:30 on the dot.

the next time it happens, bakugou graduates on to kissing and sucking at kirishima's jaw, his neck. he knows bakugou can feel his erection where he's sitting, but bakugou seems to make a point of ignoring it, just sitting on him and administering the most mind-boggling kisses.

still, when one of his harder, hotter, hickey-inducing kisses makes kiri gasp and roll his hips,

bakugou moans.

bakugou's never moaned for him, and the sound of it makes kiri's cock twitch in his pants so hard he thought for sure he was gonna come for a second there.

he's in the middle of attempting to get bakugou to move his body a little bit more when that damn alarm goes off again.

bakugou pulls off of his collarbone with a wet pop, and kiri groans, both from the feeling of it and from knowing he has to leave again.

masturbating just gets easier and easier for him after that, though. they go a little further each time, and each night kiri's mind supplies him with the next step, wiping his mind with these earth-shattering orgasms, the idea of doing such things with /bakugou/.

one night he comes in his hand so hard he gasps before he can stifle his groan; it comes out, loud and needy and teeming with male satisfaction, and he swears he hears the strangest almost smug chuckle from beyond the wall.

bakugou's confidence and audacity only swell with each little session, and kirishima swears he's losing his mind.

he'd told the squad in confidence that he and bakugou makeout sometimes. he'd been curious about their reactions, but he's also kinda proud of himself,

having had accomplished that teenage milestone (and with the likes of /bakugou/ at that). if anything, it explained the hickies, too.

except now that bakugou is starting to take things further, yet consistently leaving him hanging, kirishima feels like it's a secret;

a dirty little game just between them, and he blushes like crazy just thinking about it.

he doesn't know how to ask bakugou to just please, /please/, not leave him hanging for once, because he knows he won't listen;

kirishima knows, to some extent, it's not really about him.

he gets quicker and quicker at completing his schoolwork. in the past, he'd take a few snack breaks or distract bakugou with silly shenanigans in between assignments - now he comes in, sits down, and gets his shit done

ignoring bakugou's knowing smirk the whole time.

a handful of their little sessions are just bakugou unceremoniously pushing their textbooks aside, smothering kirishima onto the floor, and kissing him until his head swims, until he's gasping for breath.

he starts grinding back when kirishima would inevitably rut up against him, and it's not for lack of trying on kiri's part to keep it secret but bakugou always seems to know when he's about to cream his pants

and stops

it's a maddening sort of stop-and-go,

bakugou purposefully staggering up the pace, and while kiri will feel like he's gonna pass out, he never feels in any sort of position to make demands.

bakugou always gets a little quietly sweet,

a little placating when he knows he's edged him again. he'll kiss and suck on his neck, pant against his skin and lick the sweat off of his jugular, and if it's real bad, mutter a line of encouragement in his ear

and then start right back up again.

kirishima doesn't miss the way bakugou always checks his lockscreen for the time, and eventually, crushing bakugou's phone to dust in his hardened hand somehow becomes one of his sexual fantasies.

he goes to leave, again, and he's lost count of how many times this's happened.

he can barely keep his balance this time, his socked feet sliding uncoordinated on the hardwood. in the doorway, he stops, hangs his head.

he must look a sight when he all but whines, "/bakugou.../"

bakugou chuckles, undecipherable.

kiri peeks up from beyond the hair hanging in his eyes, and bakugou's pushing back his own damp blond hair, eyeing him up and down, and telling him, "rest up, shitty-hair."

in his own bed again, kirishima considers buying a fleshlight or something -

- his hand's not quite cutting it anymore, there's a persistent /ache/ the likes of which he's never known.

the next time it happens, kirishima almost wants to push him off and just tell him no this time. god, it would feel so good to deny /him/ for once

- he gets hard in record time even considering it -

but bakugou's kisses haven't lost an ounce of their magic. if anything,

they're getting better and better with the extensive /practice/.

and kirishima feels so ridiculously /cornered/. he feels somewhat used; like a toy, at this point, he's something for bakugou to just bat around and then walk away from when he's done -

and bakugou /loves it/, he knows he does.

kiri sighs deeply when the latter rolls his tongue into his mouth, presses against him, and draws out a moan and /god damn it/ -

he realizes that, really, bakugou can play with him any time.

he gives back more this time. he makes a more concentrated effort to get bakugou moving in the direction he wants him, to get him to do anything at all, damn it, to focus where he wants it.

he groans openly at each kiss, each new point of contact, and when bakugou pulls away to evaluate him, he gives him the most earnest, borderline pleading look he can.

he sees something in bakugou's eyes shift

and when he's leaning in to suck on kirishima's collarbone again, there's suddenly a hand slipping under his waistband.

"oh sh-shit," kiri blurts out. he's so,

so grateful he wore his basketball shorts this time because bakugou doesn't seem like he could be assed to deal with any additional obstacles such as buttons and zippers.

his hand wraps hot and firm around kirishima's dick,

and kiri flinches at the contact, moaning openly, betraying his longing. bakugou strokes fast, resolutely, and kiri starts panting, desperate, plain as day;

no one else has ever touched his cock before, it feels so, so perfect, and it's the only thing he can focus on.

every time bakugou's palm rubs over the head, it sends concentrated shockwaves through his limbs, his mind, and oh /yes-/

he's finally gonna come.

"bakugou, /fuck/, okayokay," his throat is dry, so he swallows. he puts his hand on bakugou's back, rubbing coaxing circles with his thumb

and bakugou just stares at him, squeezing harder on his up-strokes.

kiri tosses his head back, "please, please, /pleaseplease-/"

bakugou's alarm goes off

and the second kiri's brain can recognize the audio for what it is, he literally begins tearing up.

bakugou's already stopped, he's climbing off of the bed.

kirishima actually, totally, really wants to cry - and he would,

but it's not manly to cry over something as trivial as being edged.

so he stares blankly at the ceiling, catching his breath, and it's then he notices that his balls actually /hurt/, that the aching's back and so heavy and uncomfortable and -

he's not really thinking when he pulls his cock out and starts stroking it.

he bites his lip and sits up a little. fuck, it feels so nice. not as nice as bakugou's hand, but it's right where they left off, and it's so good, so right, like he'll definitely get there for once.

he's watching pre-cum dribble down over his shaft, aiding the glide,

and then bakugou turns around, startled and angry.

"you’re supposed to fucking leave, shithead!"

but kirishima just looks at him, eyes bleary and half-lidded. bakugou still looks so good, all roughed up from having had kissed him so well. "mmn, bakugou," he croaks. "can't I please just - just - anywhere, on your body, or-"

"if you even come in my /sight/, I'm never touching you again!"

kirishima just moans and pumps his hand faster, heaving air like a fish out of water. "I can't, bakugou, I can't-"

bakugou moves quickly enough, just by a hair, to rip kirishima's hand off of himself, yanking him by the wrist. kiri's dick falls against his stomach, angry-red and twitching.

he yelps like he's been burned, despite bakugou not having had used his quirk,

and huffs his breaths deeply, erratic, his endorphins going haywire, his brain practically malfunctioning.

bakugou doesn't look at his face. "just go, kirishima. finish in your own room."

and kirishima does.

despite how heavily he sleeps that night, he feels exhausted the next day. after school, they have a big test to study for

and kirishima considers studying with literally anyone else.

it's a stupid conundrum because...neither of them are mad at the other. if kirishima didn't like the slow torture in at least some capacity, he would put a stop to it. if bakugou didn't like doing it, he wouldn't do it.

there hadn't been any boundaries crossed, just a lot of frustration - on both sides, it seems. he wonders how long bakugou can hold out like this. surely he wants more, too?

is delayed gratification really that gratifying when it's practically non-existent?

something's gotta give, kiri knows, and it's got to happen soon. verbal acknowledgement becomes a clear necessity, sounds solid, and kirishima locks the plan to the forefront of his mind.

when kirishima enters bakugou’s room at exactly 18:00 that evening,

he's relieved to find that not a single scrap of tension hangs in the air between them.

he has a little trouble focusing on work initially, but by the end of it, he feels confident that he might even ace the test, and it puts him in a fantastic mood.

bakugou notices, and the energy between them becomes charged. he closes kiri's textbook where it’s laid out in front of him, crosses his arm over him, and leans in close -

he tilts kiri's face toward him, kissing him slow and firm; the first one's always uncharacteristically soft, as if for bakugou to say 'hey, we're doing this, I'm kissing you now'

and kirishima always melts.

they makeout on the floor for a while, kiri trying to subtly shift and maneuver things more comfortably, trying to adjust the growing hardness in his pants. bakugou is strangely compliant this time around, and as a natural consequence,

kiri finds himself hovering over him, pushing him into the rug.

he feels giddy over the idea that he seems to be in control, and /fuck/, it feels better than he thought it would. there might not even be reason to talk if bakugou just lets him have what he wants this time...

so he gives it a shot. he moves slowly, presses his weight onto bakugou like he might shatter at the touch. he flips the switch - kisses and licks at /his/ neck, holds him at the waist, experiences him.

it's when he starts rolling his hips down, controlled and deliberate, that they both groan.

regardless, seconds later bakugou’s lightly shoving at kirishima's shoulders, muttering "bed."

kirishima just nods, climbing onto shaky knees, his hair already falling messily onto his forehead.

they both sit on the edge of the bed and resume kissing, and kirishima privately wishes bakugou had just laid down so he could climb on top of him again.

instead,

bakugou licks into his mouth, hot and deep, holding him by the cheek. he's breathing heavily, and kirishima can't help but notice he seems...a touch more excitable than usual.

he cracks one eye open and peeks downward,

only to catch sight of the impressive tent bakugou’s pitching. in previous encounters, kiri's noticed his arousal, despite bakugou’s seemingly intentional efforts to hide it; it's poked against him, grazed him as they've shifted, etc

it always made his heart beat so much faster,

so much harder to know bakugou’s affected by all this, too. it's so...indescribably adorable.

that being said, from what he's been able to tell, bakugou's not typically /this/ turned on, let alone this early on -

bakugou's kissing him even harder now, digging his fingers into kirishima's jaw

and wow

kiri pulls away, breathless, and his brain is cotton candy dipped in water. he searches his eyes, and speaks thoughtlessly, "I wanna fuck you."

bakugou actually /smiles/ - or maybe it's a smirk, it's hard for kirishima to tell when their foreheads are pressed together - but man, he can feel bakugou's expression, and it's so sweet and so foreign that he thinks his chest is exploding.

do kirishima's palms usually get this sweaty when they do this?

"yeah? would've never guessed."

before he can respond,

bakugou pushes him down into his pillows, climbing on top of him, settling right onto kiri's hard cock. kiri notices the way his eyes widen slightly when he settles, and god, just that tiny detail makes him feel on top of the world

even though he's underneath it right now.

bakugou pulls his shirt up over his head, and kiri's breath hitches. he leans in close over him, and for a second kiri's sure he's gonna start kissing on him again

except he keeps leaning, and reaches for the nightstand.

"didn't get a good look, but-" bakugou mumbles, and kiri credits their proximity for being able to hear him. "you have a fucking horse's cock, so these better be the right size"

he hears foil crinkling, and

there's no way.

"you bought /condoms/?" he blushes down to his chest. "why?"

bakugou just looks at him flatly. he doesn't say anything, and kirishima kinda wishes he would, because while he knows what condoms are /for/, there's no way that bakugou would, that he...

while his brain is a fucking freight train, chugging away two miles a minute, all the fuel for it pooling pointedly down /south/ instead of where it needs to be at the moment-

bakugou is moving down his body, tugging away at kirishima's waistband.

"w-wait! bakugou, what-?"

"I want to ride you," he interrupts, and while his tone is a low rumble, molasses in kiri's ears,

it still sounds unmistakably /rehearsed/

and damn it, how is bakugou allowed to be so cute while simultaneously being so perplexing?

he's so caught up in his own head, by the time he's refocused, bakugou’s got his pants, his Crimson Riot boxers pulled just below his balls, and is currently work a condom up over his shaft.

it feels good, makes his brain feel tingly and mushy, and he loses focus again.

"bakugou, I'm not so sure-"

"you don't want to?" he asks, and he's already moved on to pulling off his own pants, and he's not even waiting, even though he asked, and /what even-/ "you said you did."

"I mean, yeah, you're really sexy, and I think it'd feel good, and-" he gets quieter, while bakugou's moving to straddle him again (naked! Bakugou is Naked), "-and I think I really like you, but it's kind of...a big deal?"

"is it?"

"a-and on your part, you need to p-prepare yourself - god, bakugou, if you just put it in there, it's really gonna hurt-"

"idiot," he interrupts, starting to sound irritated. "I'm not stupid."

his arm juts out and he snatches up kiri's arm, taking his hand in his.

kiri loses his breath, bites his tongue, and just watches.

bakugou continues, showing nothing on his face as he presses kiri's warm palm to his waist, guides his wrist so his fingers graze the crest of his ass

(and wow, kirishima's yet to squeeze bakugou’s perfect, round ass; as much as he's wanted to, something's told him it wouldn't go over well)

his cheeks are soft but firm, a satisfying sort of fleshy, warm give, and kiri wants to linger on it but bakugou’s still pulling him, guiding his limp, nervous fingers down his asscrack and then

something -

something /hard/ -

"you prepped yourself," kirishima says in total awe, brain snapping into place. he feels a bit frozen, a bit overwhelmed by the realization, by everything,

so it's belated when he realizes bakugou’s pulling the plug out of himself,

not bothering to wait for kirishima anymore, his expression changing from softly exasperated to mildly uncomfortable until the whole thing's out.

"you did that...for me?"

"dumbass," he says, leaning over him quickly. kiri doesn't see what he's grabbed until his already slathering his wrapped cock in lube. he moans at the feeling, almost interrupting bakugou when he continues, "told you I wanted to ride your cock."

kirishima's hands instinctively find bakugou’s waist as the latter goes about just that, impaling himself on the thick, eager head of his cock.

and just like that, in less than five minutes, bakugou’s managed to take kirishima's virginity.

he sinks down, cautiously but with determination. his face remains focused, if a bit strained, his tongue peeking out in concentration. after a minute, he manages to take the whole thing

and kirishima has to close his eyes because the sight of bakugou’s eyebrows arching,

eyes rolling back, mouth falling open on a gasp has him so close to coming that he has to reach down in between them and pinch around the base of his dick.

bakugou /can't/ be this sexy.

and when he starts to move again,

those impossibly hot guts of his squeezing purposefully around his aching hard cock, kirishima thinks - well, if it's an orgasm he wants, it's an orgasm he'll get at this rate.

he chances opening his eyes again, just to see bakugou smirking down at him victoriously,

bouncing up down like he /owns/ kirishima’s body, his pretty flushed cock bobbing with him

and screws his eyes shut again, gripping hard around the base of his cock where he can reach it, bakugou’s inner thighs slamming down hard over his hand, again and again.

just when kirishima thought maybe he could focus his mind on something un-bakugou, just to stave off his release a little bit longer,

bakugou speeds up, punching out a groan. he hums, deeply pleasured, and utters, "mm, /fuck/ yeah, kirishima..."

he draws out his name and it's not his given one

it's not his given one, but holy shit, it sounds so good - that's /his/ cock he's moaning over.

and moan he does; bakugou begins making all these varied, ridiculously sexy sounds as he continues to ride him, just using him, milking kiri hard but angling himself specifically for his own pleasure.

and kiri's...losing his internal battle.

it's only been a couple minutes, but he's starting to think /fuck it/-

and he opens his eyes just in time to see bakugou covertly checking the time on his lockscreen again.

his focus flies out the window, half his mind crashes back to earth. god damn it,

they were supposed to /talk/ about this, but then bakugou-

bakugou-

"/bakugou,/" kirishima groans deeply as he's pulled in even harder, faster, tighter, suddenly. he looks down again and bakugou's fist is flying over his own cock, and it's too much; he's just drooling pre,

leaking onto kiri's taut abs, his face so wrought with pleasure and it's /so/ sexy, too sexy-

bakugou comes with a strangled shout, jolting magma-hot cum all over kiri's chest, resting his weight on his hips and burying kiri's cock to the hilt while he rides out every last wave.

"wait, bakugou, keep-" kirishima breathes, chest heaving, bakugou’s cum gleaming atop it. "keep going, I didn't get to - I haven't come yet. I was trying...so hard. Please-"

bakugou just smiles down at him, open-mouthed and sinister, equally as breathless.

the alarm goes off

"no," kirishima whines. "nonono-"

"maybe next time, huh?"

he climbs up off of him, that still-hard, throbbing cock of his popping out of him, flagging sad and heavy.

"no, bakugou, you /have/ to-" he manages, exhausted. "you have to let me cum. I can't - it's too much."

"no one's stopping you from coming," he tells him, sliding off of the bed and making for a towel. "just in your own room. it's now almost two minutes past my bedtime."

"bakugou," he repeats, so, so defeated. "not again. please-"

on autopilot, again, kiri's hand finds his own cock, where he peels off the wasted condom and promptly begins stroking himself.

there's leftover lube, and he swears the thing's still hot from bakugou's insides, and /fuck/, those insides-

"shitty bastard, what did I tell you-"

except kiri's subconsciously prepared for his grip, prepared for the explosions as a second measure, prepared for the onslaught

and fucking hell, it feels indescribable, knowing he's about to come, he's about to get away with it.

bakugou's using his quirk on him, trying to stop him, and well, it has the opposite effect;

his back arches high, hand sliding fast over his wet cock, and he groans, loud and broken as he briefly imagines fucking bakugou - brutally, at his own discretion - and it's over.

he's humming, fragmented and desperate as he wrings out his cock for what it's worth, coming all on the mess bakugou made, and it's a lot.

he's closed his eyes again, forearm over his face, and the rooms eerily quiet while he regains his bearings.

he feels pleasantly mindless, smiling to himself. "heh," he says. "I feel like a glazed donut-"

he then feels bakugou's presence close in fast, reflexively hardening his face and arm where bakugou tries again to detonate him.

"fucking /leave/, shitty-hair!"

he sits up. "alright, alright - dude, calm down, it's late-"

"fuck you, 'it's late'!"

and kirishima can't help but smile as he's chased all the way the door, small explosions on his heels.

a week passes, and nothing’s really changed. nothing ever seems to /truly/ change between kirishima and bakugou. their temperaments and respective energy may fluctuate, but on some base level, they're always on the same page.

bakugou's a little standoffish with him the first couple days after his stunt, but it's an act, and they both know it. they both know it because bakugou still spends the exact same amount of time around him, he just grumbles and scowls more than usual.

alright, so maybe one thing's changed - kirishima finally knows what it feels like to be /inside/ of bakugou, and he's nothing short of obsessed with it.

he's so happy, so scatterbrained over the idea of having had lost his virginity to /bakugou/ that he /really/ wants to tell all his friends, but something tells him that that might jinx it.

it's all those days later that they finally have reason to study again together, enough new curriculum having had been taught over the days following the test (which, by the way, kirishima absolutely did ace).

kirishima's about bouncing off of the walls by the time he makes it into bakugou’s room.

"calm the fuck down, shitty-hair," he tells him straightaway, but kiri sees the faintest conception of a smile on the corner of that filthy mouth.

the study date goes off famously, their new bond and amicability melding straight into flirting territory. each little unexpected suggestive comment takes a second for the other to compute, and they both spend essentially the entire time warm in the face.

it's only by virtue of bakugou having had taught kiri how to focus on a whim that they actually study hard and study well, the information still fresh and tangible and, by the end of it, kiri's so satisfied with himself that his face hurts from smiling.

bakugou crawls over to him, kisses his cheek, kisses his jaw until that smile pulls down enough for him to kiss his mouth.

in no time he's being pulled onto the bed again, pulled into those soft sheets, into a sensory world of just /bakugou/

and god, he loves it.

they spend a lot of time swapping spit before either of them shift to even acknowledge the other's burning arousal, growing more urgent, more persistent by the second.

kirishima feels awfully compelled to put his hand on bakugou's cock,

but he still hasn't done /that/ yet. he feels like he needs permission to, but man, he really wants to...

he made bakugou feel really, really good the other night, and he'd gladly live every night doing the same thing over and over again if it meant being this close to him,

feeling those hands on him, seeing that /face/ he'd made...

shit, is this what having a crush feels like?

kirishima doesn't know how much time has passed as he thinks about it, thinks about bakugou, licks into his perfect mouth and sucks on his sinful tongue.

eventually, though, bakugou pulls back and looks down at his phone.

and kirishima’s then reminded, for the umpteenth time, that he had intended to talk about that-

"I want you to fuck me again," bakugou says, locking his phone. "but not just yet."

"bakugou," he grumbles, and he's much more clear-headed now then he was the last time he resolved to /do this/, so he hardens his tone. "I don't understand the fixation with the time."

bakugou just looks at him, blank-faced as can be.

"If we start earlier, then we both get to-"

bakugou begins sucking on kirishima’s neck.

"-t-to finish. I think it could be much...a-ah, much sexier if you let me-"

he grabs kiri's cock through the front of his shorts.

"-let me give, as much as I'm getting. you're really - shit - really hot, and I wanna make you feel even better, if you'd let me - oh -"

bakugou slithers down kiri's body, yanks his shorts down, pulls his cock out

glares at it

and licks it from base to tip.

kirishima watches him, babbling, "-if you'd let me touch you as much as you touch me, let me on top of you, let me actually /come/, I...oh, oh fuck..."

bakugou hums, low and sweet, and takes kirishima in and out of his mouth, flirting with his own throat,

licking him all over, expertly, languidly.

kirishima can only moan, a funny-sounding mixture of pleasure and befuddlement.

after a minute, though, bakugou pulls off. "is that how you feel, kirishima?"

"wh-what?"

bakugou smirks, flicks his tongue over the head of his cock, takes it in his mouth, down his throat once, twice, before pulling off completely and hovering over him again.

"you wanna make me feel good?"

kirishima swallows, looking up at bakugou as the latter focuses on rooting around in the nightstand drawer.

"so bad, bakugou," he tells him with conviction.

"yeah?" he sits back, condom in his teeth, lube in hand. he moves off of him, off to the side and tells him, "take your clothes off."

kirishima does, fixated on bakugou, tripping over himself while bakugou strips as well. when he's done,

he tosses kiri the condom and tells him to put it on and, well, kiri kind of wishes he'd do it for him again.

while he does it though, he's treated to the dizzingly erotic sight of bakugou moving to lay out - legs spread open - on his bed,

graceful fingers trailing down his taint to pull the plug free again.

"do you just...keep that in all day?"

bakugou scoffs, "no, you damn pervert."

"but you have it in while we're studying."

bakugou just flushes, throwing the thing at him light-heartedly.

kirishima beams wide, thoroughly smitten, and crawls over to him. he kisses him sweet and slow, hoping to convey some of these crazy saccharine emotions this anti-saccharine boy is starting to make him feel.

he fumbles blindly for the lube he saw bakugou grab, not willing to detach their mouths. leisurely, he spread it over his cock, basking in the feeling of being over bakugou again, moaning into his mouth.

they lie down flat on the mattress, and kirishima waits a few more seconds before gingerly attempting to guide himself into bakugou's heat

just to be stopped, a hand on his wrist, keeping him still.

kirishima looks up at him, an eyebrow raised, trying not to pout.

"not like this," bakugou tells him quietly.

"then...how?" kiri tilts his head, puzzled. he's still hard as fuck, twitching as though his cock has a mind of its own, as though it has muscle memory for the feeling of bakugou's guts, as though it can sense his closeness.

"I want you to fuck me from behind," he starts. then, squinting, he picks up the phone and checks the time. "starting in about four minutes."

"what - four minutes? why?!"

"because I think you can last about three," he explains calmly, "and it's 20:23."

"bakugou," he deadpans. he says it so firm, something in bakugou's eyes flickers, so he reels it in a little. still, he grimaces. "man, c'mon."

bakugou just breathes, lets the air settle. he does, eventually, tilt his head up at him. "what, you gonna leave?"

kirishima squints back, trying to look just as resolute, but... "no."

"that's what I thought." he settles back into the pillows. "four minutes, kirishima."

kiri hangs his head, forehead at bakugou's collarbone, defeated. he's looking sadly down at his neglected cock,

nestled just perfectly between bakugou’s legs, up against his cheeks.

then, he gets an idea.

he starts trailing kisses where his face is pressed,

mouthing at bakugou's pecs, his collarbone, his neck. he licks at him, grazes his teeth, groans against his skin and doesn't stop until bakugou's hand is woven in his hair, trying to keep his mouth at bay, his chest rising and falling in steady arousal.

it's then that kirishima starts rolling his hips, sliding his cock between bakugou's plump cheeks, the head of it continuously grazing the latter's balls

and he feels bakugou pull at his hair - hard - in response.

"fuck," kiri gasps. "oh, bakugou, nngh..."

the tip of his cock continuously catches against his rim, and bakugou clenches down hard each time, preventing him, denying him.

it's a good start, but not good enough.

kirishima trails his mouth to the shell of bakugou's ear, where he groans, deep and low. "bakugou..." he breathes in time with his little, slight thrusts, and then really lays it on thick. "let me in, let me fuck you, katsuki...wanna make you feel good..."

bakugou squirms at this, but the movement's only in kirishima’s favor, pressing his body harder against him. kiri's got his hands gently roaming his body, and he can feel where bakugou’s flinching because of it, leaning into it, shivering from it.

"m'not...don't call me that..." he says through gritted teeth, some seconds later.

"no? seems like you liked it..."

"I didn't."

kirishima reaches down then, taking bakugou's length into his hand. he scoots forward, bringing his own cock into that same grip, and pumps them both, despite the awkwardness of the condom.

"fuuuck, /katsuki/..."

"oh /shit/-" bakugou moans, arching his back

"yeah, see?"

"shut up," bakugou slurs. "shut up, shut up..." he closes his eyes tight, and then pops them open. "/fine/, fuck me already."

kirishima's basically shaking as he allows bakugou to scoot out from under him and reposition until he's on all fours. he puts one hand on his hip,

the other guiding himself in, and knows better than to waste anymore time now.

in the end, he'd only bought himself one more minute, but from the feeling of bakugou sucking him in so slick, so deep, right off the bat

he probably won't need it.

"yeah, o-oh, god, yeah..." kirishima moans quietly, almost to himself. he loses his strength almost immediately, knees turning to jelly. he leans bodily into bakugou, but still manages to support himself on his arms

and as a consequence, fucks that much deeper into him.

bakugou makes a hot, desperate sound at the feeling, but kirishima can't see his face, and right away considers it a huge drawback of this position, but

/damn/, he knows he must be making bakugou feel good - there's no tension in his body,

and by the way he lazily rocks back against him, clenching around him as he rocks into him -

/fuck./

"does it feel good, katsuki? do you - oh -"

bakugou tightens hard at the sound of his voice; "stop...stop talking. fuck me harder," he says, into the pillow.

kirishima groans at the fucked-out, broken quality of his voice, knowing /he's/ responsible for it, and musters up the energy to go about bakugou's request.

"s'so good, so..."

he can't help but babble and vocalize as the world seems to spin around him,

nothing solid except for /bakugou/ - right in front of him, taking him so well, so eagerly, so fucking hot...

bakugou suddenly seizes up randomly, beautifully among kirishima's incessant pounding

and it takes him a second to realize he just came untouched,

all over his own sheets, using only /his/ cock, nestled deep in his ass, and -

"oh fuck, fuck, katsuki-" kirishima whines, fucking into him hard and fast, collecting the last of his own strength.

the pressure's so visceral,

building quick and dense, fantastically mind-numbing as it floods all of his senses. oh, this is it - his balls twitch, drawing up, and he's finally gonna come inside bakugou

(not that he'd dare breathe to warn him).

and then, it happens -

the alarm -

but kirishima couldn't care less.

"kirishima," bakugou says, muffled, patting around for his phone to stop the sound. "s'it, your time's up."

"m'gonna come," he tells him, resuming his pace. "m'gonnacomesohard..."

"pull out," he mutters.

kirishima just leans in, grabs bakugou by his hair, and shoves his face further into his bedding. "c-come...coming...katsuki-!"

he pushes all the way to the hilt, hips firm to his ass, and unloads thick and heavy into the condom, lash after lash twitching out of him, filling it up

finally.

bakugou just groans, low and unmistakably satisfied as he does so, making kirishima smile like a dope.

he has enough decency to not completely collapse onto bakugou, but he does fall to his side.

minutes pass before bakugou just turns his head to scrutinize him. "I told you when you're supposed to leave..." he says, so tired.

maybe the strict bedtime wasn't a joke...

nevertheless, kirishima ruffles his hair. "I'll make everyone allow you to sleep in an extra three minutes tomorrow."

(end)