[sfw]

Bakugou doesn't see the point in kissing, until he becomes addicted to it.

Until it's Kirishima pushing him against walls or pressing him down into a bed.

Until it's Kirishima holding him in his lap or cuddling up close under the covers.

They're nothing special, Kirishima's lips.

They're dry and sometimes chapped. They taste like toothpaste under the covers and like his lunch when they're stealing kisses in hallways.

They taste like Kirishima, and Bakugou is obsessed.

Maybe it's only Bakugou who's like this. Maybe he spent 18 years of his life angry and starved off affection so now the press of Kirishima's lips on his own feels like the world.

Or maybe it's because Kirishima kisses him like he's /everything/.

And Bakugou is greedy for it.

His favorite are the ones Kirishima gives him in bed. When they're nothing but clumsy teenagers intertwined and too hot under the covers.

When their minds skirt around the idea of pushing for more but they're too scared and too nervous to ask.

Bakugou's hands stay fisted tight in Kirishima's shirt. He doesn't know what he'd do with them if he moved them. So he uses them to hold Kirishima tight against him and sighs when his boyfriend's hands ghost down his spine and then settle at the small of his back.

They kiss too fast and then too slow. Too wet and then not wet enough. And yet it's all perfect to Bakugou.

Kirishima knows how to nibble on his bottom lip just enough to make him gasp from the shiver it sends through him.

He knows how to suck on Bakugou's tongue and is a right tease when he hovers his lips just barely over Bakugou's.

Bakugou kisses the smile off his lips and lets Kirishima roll him onto his back. They slot back together and Kirishima moans, deep from his chest.

Kirishima's the only one allowed to see Bakugo's like this. When his cheeks go all flushed and his whimpers get muffled between kisses.

And Bakugou will never let anyone see Kirishima like this. The groans against his lips or the way he looks down at Bakugou.

There's love. So much love on Kirishima's face that Bakugou can't possibly take it all. And yet he will.

Kirishima laughs into their next kiss and Bakugou doesn't even mind.

He's a made a space for Kirishima in his bed, and in his life.

It's just kisses. Two boys making out. Lips plump and wet, a little sloppy as they slide against each other. Two boys holding each other and getting over their nerves, promising each other all their other firsts.

Tiny smiles against big ones. Gasps and excited shivers.

Rough hands that clasp sweaty ones. Bakugou holds on. So tight because Kirishima will never break.

Bakugou falls asleep to a kiss against his cheek.

He falls asleep beside the boy he's fallen in love with and awakes next to the boy who loves him back.

[end]