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,

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

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

"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,

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,

"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;

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,

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--

--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

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,

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."

"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

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?"

"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

"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

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,

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