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They’re doing construction on the roof of my building and the construction crew built their walk-up and scaffolding right outside my bedroom window. Not a huge deal, I have curtains but what if I didn’t—excuse me, I mean, what if <Bakugou> didn’t?
And what if he’d gotten so used to walking naked around his apartment that he refused to stop even after he first notices the construction worker with the bright red hair lingering outside?
*cracks knuckles* here we go
*cracks knuckles* here we go
For his part, Kirishima had fully intended to just knock on the hot guy’s window and let him know that he could see...well, everything.
But then the blond looked right at him, locking him in place with a hard stare, mouth curling into a slow grin as Kirishima stood there, mesmerized by his eyes, his face, his abs, the cock hanging soft and relaxed between his thighs.
And he likely would have stayed that way—semi-erect, ignoring the shouts of his team telling him to pick up the pace—if the guy hadn’t put his phone up to his ear and walked out of the room, treating Kirishima to the equally stellar view of his tight ass.
Kirishima was meant to work directly on the roof but after their encounter, he forced his coworker to switch with him, making the blond’s window his base as he loads sandbags, water, and other supplies into buckets before sending them up to the crew with a rope and pulley system.
A hard job, but worth it for the times when the blond would come right up to the window to watch him. Kirishima would work, abs clenched, biceps straining as he tried to do his job under the scrutiny of cooly observant red eyes.
They were three weeks into the two-month construction project. 15 days where Kirishima had worked for hours outside the guy’s window constantly fighting with his arousal because not once during that time, had the blond been clothed.
To be fair, the novelty of it all was actually starting to wear off a bit. A good thing, because there were only so many times he could jerk off to thoughts of a complete stranger without feeling like a trash human.
Of course, almost as though he sensed Kirishima’s waning attention, the blond stepped up his game.
Once again, Kirishima found himself working under scrutiny but he paid him no mind as he strained against the rope to pull 3 large buckets of sand up to the roof. He’d just taken a moment to wipe sweat from his brow,
the rope clutched tightly into one fist when movement through the window caught his eye.
His grip on the rope loosened only for a moment, but the sudden jolt of fear was enough to keep him focused on his job long enough to get the load to the crew waiting up at the top.
His grip on the rope loosened only for a moment, but the sudden jolt of fear was enough to keep him focused on his job long enough to get the load to the crew waiting up at the top.
As soon as he heard the all-clear, he refocused his attention entirely on the man staring daggers at him through the window as he worked a fist over his cock, clearly no longer content to just watch.
Kirishima felt himself move on auto-pilot until he stood directly in front of the man, a hand braced against the window’s edge as he watched the show in front of him unfold.
Satisfied he’d gotten Kirishima’s full attention, the hard set of the blond’s gaze softened and he moved closer to the window, so close the wet tip of his cock touched the glass, leaving a streak of precome that would haunt Kirishima’s dreams for months.
Kirishima wanted to touch him, needed to be closer. Even though he knew it was futile, he leaned forward until his forehead was pressed tight against the windowpane. If the tent in his pants didn’t make it abundantly clear how turned on he was,
his harsh breaths fogging up the glass surely gave him away.
The blond worked his cock at a steady pace, never once breaking his eye contact as Kirishima watched, rapt, mumbling encouragement that Kirishima knew probably couldn’t be heard through the glass.
The blond worked his cock at a steady pace, never once breaking his eye contact as Kirishima watched, rapt, mumbling encouragement that Kirishima knew probably couldn’t be heard through the glass.
“Fuck yes, baby. Show me what you like.”
“That’s it. Let me see you fall apart.”
He didn’t know if the guy was good at reading lips or if he was merely reacting to the heated way Kirishima looked at him, but Kiri could see him beginning to fall apart.
“That’s it. Let me see you fall apart.”
He didn’t know if the guy was good at reading lips or if he was merely reacting to the heated way Kirishima looked at him, but Kiri could see him beginning to fall apart.
And Kirishima /needed/ to see him come the same way he needed oxygen to live.
He knew the world still existed outside of the four corners of the window, was entirely aware that his team may need him or even come down from the roof at any moment, but when the blond dropped his hand—eliciting a pained groan from Kirishima, as though it was his orgasm
stopped in its tracks—and looked pointedly at Kirishima’s erection straining obscenely against the zipper of his jeans, Kirishima didn’t hesitate to give him exactly what he wanted.
His pants were unbuckled and unzipped in seconds.
His pants were unbuckled and unzipped in seconds.
His cock, worryingly hard and weeping in his palm as he moaned at the pressure, eyes fluttering but not closing, he didn’t want to miss a single thing happening on the other side of the glass.
The blond swung his gaze from Kirishima’s swollen, red tip back to his face and grinned, the expression so feral and predatory Kirishima shivered, cock twitching in his hand.
He’d been close even before he had himself in a tight grip, but those eyes, that smile were moments from doing him in. There was just one thing…
“Please,” he groaned, his fist a blur. Slowing down wasn’t going to help him at that point so he didn’t bother,
“Please,” he groaned, his fist a blur. Slowing down wasn’t going to help him at that point so he didn’t bother,
but the blond had yet to continue attending to his own erection. “Please,” he begged again.
With a smirk that clearly said “I hold the power,” the man slowly bent forward and licked a long stripe on the window directly in front of where Kirishima was furiously working his cock.
With a smirk that clearly said “I hold the power,” the man slowly bent forward and licked a long stripe on the window directly in front of where Kirishima was furiously working his cock.
That phantom touch finished him. Kirishima couldn’t hold back after that and his orgasm swept him away like a riptide, his head falling against the window with a thunk as he painted the glass with his spend.
Trembling like he’d just hauled a ton of solid concrete, Kirishima pushed himself away from the window and whimpered as his cock stirred at the picture he’d created. Through it all, the blond hadn’t budged and it almost made it look like Kirishima had finished right on his face.
The man on the other side of the glass stood up fully and /finally/ brought his hand back to his shaft, obviously pleased with the mess he’d made of Kirishima. Tired and worn out, Kirishima was still wholly invested, prepared to watch and enjoy what the blond had to give.
But then the man tapped the glass with his free hand, right in the center of the white streaks and Kirishima knew what he was asking for. Shook his head no even as he knelt down.
The man nodded his encouragement, licking his lips before sucking the bottom one between his teeth.
The man nodded his encouragement, licking his lips before sucking the bottom one between his teeth.
From his knees, Kirishima watched from up close as the blond fucked into his hand, the image slightly obscured by his own release.
Was he really going to do this?
Was he really going to do this?
A quick glance at the man’s face earned him a pointed glare as the man mouthed what Kirishima was fairly certain was “do it”
“What have you done to me,” he murmured, their eye contact never wavering as he stuck out his tongue and did exactly as he was told.
“What have you done to me,” he murmured, their eye contact never wavering as he stuck out his tongue and did exactly as he was told.
The taste wasn’t enjoyable, but he knew it wasn’t meant to be. What did have Kirishima moaning, was the effect his obedience had on the blond, who slapped his palm against the glass and shook at the first swipe of Kirishima’s tongue.
The way he worked his cock looked almost brutal as he chased his release. The tendons in his forearms bulged with the tightness of his grip as he watched Kirishima perform his new role of window washer.
He was close, Kirishima could see it, /feel it/. And so, with the last of his cum cleaned away, Kirishima opened his mouth wide, letting the blond see exactly what he’d collected, before he swallowed, his hard work immediately rewarded by a muffled, yet unmistakable
shout as the man came, painting an almost mirror image to the one Kirishima had just licked away.
Kirishima watched the blond come down, saw him work to catch his breath, sparing a glance at Kirishima who was still on his knees before walking resolutely out of the room, leaving a confused Kirishima with his dick out.
Kirishima shook himself out of his stupor, hastily putting himself back together as what he’d just done played on a loop in his mind.
He chanced a glance up towards the roof, praying he wouldn’t be greeted by a dozen judging eyes.
He chanced a glance up towards the roof, praying he wouldn’t be greeted by a dozen judging eyes.
Thankfully, it appeared none of the crew had noticed or witnessed the encounter.
Kirishima made to move back towards the rope, determined to do his job and put the whole thing behind him, but a sliding noise stopped him.
Kirishima made to move back towards the rope, determined to do his job and put the whole thing behind him, but a sliding noise stopped him.
He drew back in surprise at the sight of the blond not through the glass but in the flesh.
“It opens,” he stated lamely. Regretting his words as soon as the man’s face twisted into a condescending scowl.
“Of course it opens. It’s a fucking window, jackass.”
“It opens,” he stated lamely. Regretting his words as soon as the man’s face twisted into a condescending scowl.
“Of course it opens. It’s a fucking window, jackass.”
Kirishima blinked at the harsh words before he grinned, large and bright. This guy was rude.
He found it delightful.
The blond looked thrown by Kirishima’s happy expression, his eyes narrowing as he thrust his hand out to pass Kirishima a small, rectangular piece of paper.
He found it delightful.
The blond looked thrown by Kirishima’s happy expression, his eyes narrowing as he thrust his hand out to pass Kirishima a small, rectangular piece of paper.
“Bakugou Katsuki, Actuary,” he read aloud, before patting his own pockets and shrugging apologetically. “Kirishima Eijirou. Sorry I don’t have a business card for you.”
Bakugou rolled his eyes, “I think I have a fairly good idea what you do for work already.”
Bakugou rolled his eyes, “I think I have a fairly good idea what you do for work already.”
Kirishima couldn’t find it in himself to be embarrassed over his blunder. Bakugou had just seen him lick his own jizz off a dirty window, after all.
However, for all of his confidence through the glass the previous few weeks, his biting remarks seemed to be done partially to mask the fact that he was nervous.
It was really fucking cute.
It was really fucking cute.
“You giving me this so I can call you or did you just want me to know a fucking /actuary/ just made me come harder than I ever have before?”
Bakugou balked at his words, but quickly reverted to the haughty, easy confidence he seemed to wear like second skin and replied, “Both,” before slamming the window closed and walking away without another word.
Kirishima couldn’t have stopped smiling if he tried.
Kirishima couldn’t have stopped smiling if he tried.
He tucked Bakugou’s card into his pocket, just in time as a shout came down from the roof asking for water.
Kirishima worked happily, already imagining all the fun they would have together—sexually and otherwise.
After all, he still had one more month on the project.
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Kirishima worked happily, already imagining all the fun they would have together—sexually and otherwise.
After all, he still had one more month on the project.
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