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when bakugou fucks him, kirishima loses his mind at the mere act of it. his thighs quiver, eyes crossed under his tightly-closed eyelids as bakugou ravages him. and hell no, he can't keep quiet even if he cared to
he'd praise bakugou himself if he had the mind to,
he'd praise bakugou himself if he had the mind to,
but really, all he can think of is his dick, his ruthlessness with it
so he drools, face ground into a pillow, and babbles, "k-katsuki, your /cock/—"
bakugou slows just so when he speaks. "yeah?" he pushes it into him, stills, grinds some
so he drools, face ground into a pillow, and babbles, "k-katsuki, your /cock/—"
bakugou slows just so when he speaks. "yeah?" he pushes it into him, stills, grinds some
he knows kiri can feel his balls against him like this, warm and heavy between his thighs
kiri pushes back, craves the closeness. "/fuck/ yeah..."
bakugou picks up where he left off, disappearing into his tight heat over and over, watching his muscles twitch to accommodate him
kiri pushes back, craves the closeness. "/fuck/ yeah..."
bakugou picks up where he left off, disappearing into his tight heat over and over, watching his muscles twitch to accommodate him
"so good at taking cock," he mumbles at the sight, "so fucking hungry for it. you like dick this much, eijirou? gonna bend over every time someone promises you a good time?"
kirishima manages to look back at him then, just the side of his face visible,
kirishima manages to look back at him then, just the side of his face visible,
eyes wet and gleaming. "you already know," he breathes
"fuck," bakugou hisses, pulling air between his teeth, hips jittering beyond his volition. "/fuck/, tell me. say it to me."
"only you, katsuki," kiri says without delay,
"fuck," bakugou hisses, pulling air between his teeth, hips jittering beyond his volition. "/fuck/, tell me. say it to me."
"only you, katsuki," kiri says without delay,
"just yours. it has to be you."
"/hell/ yeah it does," bakugou groans, momentarily weak. "/shit/ yeah, take this fucking cock. take what I give you..."
and kiri wants to respond, but bakugou chooses a spot that compromises him fully;
"/hell/ yeah it does," bakugou groans, momentarily weak. "/shit/ yeah, take this fucking cock. take what I give you..."
and kiri wants to respond, but bakugou chooses a spot that compromises him fully;
he whines loudly, teeth nearly ripping into the pillow in front of him
when he manages to speak, it's a catalyst. "harder," he says, breathy and low
"you need more?"
"/katsuki/—"
"fucking /spoiled/."
and it's here that katsuki trails his hot hands up and over kiri's abs,
when he manages to speak, it's a catalyst. "harder," he says, breathy and low
"you need more?"
"/katsuki/—"
"fucking /spoiled/."
and it's here that katsuki trails his hot hands up and over kiri's abs,
past his pecs, uses his collarbone to lift his back level with his own chest
his hands don't stop there, though: one slips to grip tight around the sides of his neck, the other grazes further to prod fingers at his mouth
two of his forefingers slip inside and he groans--
his hands don't stop there, though: one slips to grip tight around the sides of his neck, the other grazes further to prod fingers at his mouth
two of his forefingers slip inside and he groans--
--at the feeling, a punch of air from his lungs, a base sound
"you're gonna feel me in your fucking /dreams/," he grinds out. "gonna be gaping for me into next fucking week."
kiri keens at this, body arching obscenely, taking all of him
"you're gonna feel me in your fucking /dreams/," he grinds out. "gonna be gaping for me into next fucking week."
kiri keens at this, body arching obscenely, taking all of him
he slobbers over katsuki's knuckles, hips held and sturdy where bakugou's cock pistons firm and hard between his compressed cheeks. here, he manages, desperate: "/More/"
and bakugou scoffs. he squeezes tighter around his neck, thrusts his fingers in time with his cock,
and bakugou scoffs. he squeezes tighter around his neck, thrusts his fingers in time with his cock,
turns all of kiri's muscles into jelly
(it's no problem—he holds him up)
"gonna make you come," he says. "y'gonna come untouched. gonna come so pretty for me." he leans in close to his ear, voice heavy. "gonna make my day, red?"
"fuck," kiri chokes
bakugou chuckles. "yeah."
(it's no problem—he holds him up)
"gonna make you come," he says. "y'gonna come untouched. gonna come so pretty for me." he leans in close to his ear, voice heavy. "gonna make my day, red?"
"fuck," kiri chokes
bakugou chuckles. "yeah."
"fuck—/fuck/, katsuki—!"
bakugou shivers, voice vibrating as tremors wrack his body. "/ah/—fuck yeah," he sucks air between his teeth. "fuuuck yeah, come on this cock. fucking—"
he's interrupted when kiri's body seizes, taking both of their breath away
bakugou shivers, voice vibrating as tremors wrack his body. "/ah/—fuck yeah," he sucks air between his teeth. "fuuuck yeah, come on this cock. fucking—"
he's interrupted when kiri's body seizes, taking both of their breath away
he keeps his fingers pressed to his tongue because that's the best part; kiri's mouth is sweet and he sucks and slobbers so pretty, but /shit/, if there's nothing better than those razor-sharp teeth digging into the flesh of his fingers when kiri comes,
when his tight, sticky hole spasms and squeezes around him
and bakugou knows he'd be screaming if it weren't for his iron grip held tight around his neck
kiri's hardly there, but bakugou fucks deeper. he licks up the joint of his jaw, his earlobe. "hard enough for you?"
and bakugou knows he'd be screaming if it weren't for his iron grip held tight around his neck
kiri's hardly there, but bakugou fucks deeper. he licks up the joint of his jaw, his earlobe. "hard enough for you?"
"katsuki," he rasps out
bakugou nuzzles against his face. "made a fucking mess of your sheets, huh? try and keep it together for me."
"/katsuki/—"
"almost—m'almost there."
kiri lays into him, pressing back against him and breathes hard, vocalizations muffled and strained
bakugou nuzzles against his face. "made a fucking mess of your sheets, huh? try and keep it together for me."
"/katsuki/—"
"almost—m'almost there."
kiri lays into him, pressing back against him and breathes hard, vocalizations muffled and strained
"come in me," he slurs, fast "come inside me—hurry—/please/—"
"close," bakugou tsks, "/so/ fucking close—"
it's then that bakugou thumbs at his jaw to bend his face toward him some, not to kiss him but to slide his tongue in his mouth alongside his fingers, to lick at his teeth
"close," bakugou tsks, "/so/ fucking close—"
it's then that bakugou thumbs at his jaw to bend his face toward him some, not to kiss him but to slide his tongue in his mouth alongside his fingers, to lick at his teeth
and kiri /howls/, deep
it's this utterly helpless noise that does bakugou in; he drives his cock home, balls pressed and twitching to kiri's puckered rim where his fat asscheeks squish against his hips. he comes hard, release hot and unrelenting in his boyfriend’s guts,
it's this utterly helpless noise that does bakugou in; he drives his cock home, balls pressed and twitching to kiri's puckered rim where his fat asscheeks squish against his hips. he comes hard, release hot and unrelenting in his boyfriend’s guts,
losing most of the grip his has on him
when he's all done, kirishima's body slumps forward into the sheets like a vanquished villain, causing bakugou to pop out of him, cum leaking gratuitously
bakugou manages to undo most his damage before kiri fully comes to
when he's all done, kirishima's body slumps forward into the sheets like a vanquished villain, causing bakugou to pop out of him, cum leaking gratuitously
bakugou manages to undo most his damage before kiri fully comes to
