I’ve got something burning a hole in my brain, so:

CW: NSFW , first times, awkward sex, idiots

Katuski Bakugou stopped dead, stirring-spoon in hand as rice sizzled a little too hard in the wok he had on the stovetop.

Shit. He quickly removed it from the heat, but disregarded it instantly, turning instead to stare at his best friend, confused. “What did you just say?” He asked slowly, frowning.

He definitely hadn’t heard that right.

Kirishima’s cheeks flushed red beneath his unwavering gaze, but he took a deep breath and set his jaw, clearly determined. “I want you to take my virginity.”

When Katuski’s eyebrows shot up beneath his bangs, he hurried on. “You’re the best at like, everything, right? I want it to be good. I don’t want a crappy first time to remember forever, you get me? And uhh, we graduate in a couple of weeks and everything, so um…”

He scratched at the side of red hair, opening his mouth again to continue his explanation, or defence...whatever this was, but Katuski cut him off, waving the plastic spoon between them.

“I’m the best, sure. But I’ve never had sex before either, what the hell made you think…are you even gay? Are you coming out right now? Or is this a confession? I don’t understand what the fuck is going /on/.”

He growled, because his heart was still going wild in his chest, from the sheer shock of being asked something so crazy out of absolutely nowhere.

He was just making /fried rice/, for fuck sake.

“Well, uhh, I don’t exactly /know/ if I’m gay, I never really thought about it. But that doesn’t matter, I still want it to be you.”

Eijirou gave a smile that he clearly thought was reassuring, and Katsuki half hissed at him, tempted to smack him upside the head with his spoon for being an idiot.

“You don’t know if you’re gay, but you want me to stick my dick in you? That’s…” he was going to have an aneurysm in the 3A dorm kitchen in the middle of frying rice, because his dumb best friend had decided to proposition him.

What a way to go. Not in a villain attack. Not in a blaze of glory. Nope. He was just going to be confused and annoyed to death. Amazing. Katuski pinched the bridge of his nose for a long moment, praying for strength, before finally speaking again.

“Kirishima, did you hear what I said before? If I take your virginity, you’d be taking /mine/ too. I don’t know how to fuck good, I have no experience. We’d just fumble around, and it’d be awkward, and…” he trailed off, cheeks heating as he imagined it.

What would his best friend even look like, naked and splayed out on the bed, ready to be fucked? How big was his dick when it was hard? Would he sink those sharp fucking teeth into his bottom lip as he came?

Katsuki’s eyes blew wide and a little panicked at the mental image and he turned abruptly to serve up two bowls of thankfully un-burnt rice.

“I mean…maybe. But you could be a natural at it, you never know. Will you, uhh, think about it?” He ventured.

Katsuki frowned. “You want me to think about fucking you?” But Kirishima had those stupid puppy dog eyes going on when he turned to ask.

Dammit. He was definitely gonna be /thinking/ about it, after that question. But he had no idea if he was /capable/ of getting down with the redhead without possibly embarrassing himself, or coming too quick.

He sighed. “Fine, yeah. I’ll think about it. Now grab your damn food and stop asking weird questions.” He picked up his bowl and marched from the room.

Time to take to the internet and figure this shit out before he gave his answer.

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It took Katsuki three days to decide. Because honestly? He spent two of them picturing them having sex, and him accidentally nutting the second he got inside the redhead.

Because unlike his dumbass best friend apparently, Katsuki /knew/ he was gay. He also knew that Kirishima was one of the best looking guys he’d ever met, probably second, after himself.

Yes that was vain, and no, he didn’t care.

He bought condoms on the third day, and then glared at them for a solid twenty minutes, before snatching them up and grabbing lube from his bedside table.

He took several deep breaths and marched from his room, only to turn immediately on his heel and storm back inside.

Shit, fuck, dammit, he was a coward.

Katsuki threw himself down on the bed, dropping the supplies to the floor and fishing out his phone instead. He deleted his message three times, before mentally slapping himself and hitting send with his eyes closed so he couldn’t chicken out.

//Me//: I’ll do it. When?

The message showed as read almost immediately, and a squeak sounded next door, followed by a loud bang, like Kirishima had just cracked his head on the wall sitting up in shock.

…Idiot…

//Shitty Hair//: 20 minutes? 30?? I’ll go shower rn. Thank you!

Thank you?

Wow, he really was a dumbass, he had no idea how much Katuski was about to disappoint him, did he?

Katsuki smothered a groan, rolling himself up in his duvet like a burrito, before snaking an arm out to awkwardly type back with a single finger.

He hit send and smushed his face against the mattress. He kind of wanted to scream in frustration, but also, definitely in almost terrified excitement as his stomach churned with nerves.

//Me//: K. Text me when you’re ready.

In half an hour he was going to take the redhead’s virginity and lose his own…and hopefully not finish in thirty seconds flat and have to look on as disappointment settled in crimson eyes.

“Arggghhh…” Katuski groaned again and head butted the mattress a few times. Was it too late to call it off? Did he want to? Well, no, he didn’t. He just didn’t wanna absolutely suck at it.

He reached blindly for his phone again, pulling it into his cocoon as he unlocked it and rolled to his side.

Katuski had already looked up how to have anal sex, and he watched porn and shit anyway to jack it, so he wasn’t clueless about what they were about to do, not by a long shot. He just, fuck, why was he so damn nervous?

/First time having sex/. He typed rapidly into the search engine.

He opened the first link that came up and started reading, chewing at the inside of his cheek as he scowled at his phone.

/Ask yourself, are you ready/?

Was he? He didn’t really care about that whole ‘saving yourself’ thing that some people went on about, but he also wasn’t eager to jump into bed with just /anyone/, that just wasn’t who he was.

They didn’t have to be the love of his life or anything, but Katsuki knew he’d at least have to like whoever he chose to sleep with.

And he did like Kirishima.

/Trusted him/.

He was his best friend, the only person Katsuki had even been able to stand being around for the majority of their first year, and probably a good portion of their second too.

Even now, when they were with everyone else, he’d almost always sit away from the group with Kirishima, and they’d chat amongst themselves while the others did whatever.

Huh. Katuski couldn’t really imagine losing his virginity to anyone else right then, now that he thought about it.

So…yeah, he was ready. He checked that point off his mental list.

He carried on, reading ‘tips’, feeling himself slowly calming down as he fell into what he did best, absorbing information so that he could become better.

/Educate yourself/. Check. /Get to know your own body/. Check. /Pick the right place and time/. Well, there was no time like the present, so check. /Sex shouldn’t hurt/. He’d make damn sure he didn’t hurt Kirishima. Big check.

/It’s okay to be embarrassed/.

He was definitely checking the embarrassment column right then, and he had no doubt Kirishima would be too. Unless he /wasn’t/ embarrassed? Shit, fuck, maybe be /should/ call it off.

/Talk to your partner/. Well alright then you well timed, judgy ass list.

Katsuki skimmed a little more info and advice about taking his time and making sure all parties were okay with what was happening before moving on, then tossed his phone aside again.

He closed his eyes and took a few breaths, before unfurling his defensive duvet shield and rising from the bed.

Katsuki was perfectly and completely capable of having sex. Almost all living creatures had been doing it since the dawn of time, and sure, he also had the human ability to panic over it, but it wasn’t some unbeatable villain or unclimbable mountain.

He grabbed a change of clothes and headed into his en-suite toilet to wash up in the sink while he waited for his best friend’s text.

Katsuki bolted upright on his bed around fifteen minutes later when his phone made the small explosion sound that was his text tone.

He swallowed and swung his legs over the side of the mattress before he even checked to make sure it was Kirishima. It was.

//Shitty Hair//: Hey man, I’m done. I’m in my room, whenever ur ready?

Katuski didn’t bother replying, he simply grabbed the box of condoms and the lube, before ducking quickly from his room to knock on his best friend’s and enter when told.

Kirishima was sat cross legged on his bed, his grin both excited and clearly a little nervous as he finished fluffing his hair with a gaudy Crimson Riot printed towel.

Katuski locked the door and stood there for a long moment, before kicking his own ass into gear and crossing to sit heavily on that end of the redhead’s bed.

“So…how d’ya want to…” Kirishima began, before trailing away. He was wearing a soft grey shirt and a pair of yellow baggy lounge trousers with a hideous blue spiral pattern on, and he looked a little soft and uncertain all of a sudden.

Katsuki knew communication and at length discussions weren’t anywhere near his strong suit; he usually let his best friend fill in most of the gaps and grunted or chimed in whenever he felt the need. But he swallowed his spit and opened his mouth.

“I looked up a bunch of stuff, and it said take our time, or whatever. And I’m nervous as fuck too, so don’t go thinking you’re the only one bricking it here, kay? None of that shit.” He said as firmly as he could, relaxing when the redhead gave a huff of relief and smiled.

Katsuki took the condoms and lube from his pocket and set them down on the bed beside them. “I got latex free. I didn’t know if you were allergic or something.”

“Condoms?” Kirishima’s cheeks flooded with heat when Katsuki levelled him with a deadpan stare that clearly said ‘are you an idiot?’ “R-right, yeah, condoms, I was totally planning on…”

he visibly shook himself and tossed the damp towel in his hands to the floor beside the bed. “So what do you wanna do first?” He asked, clearly a little more confident than he had been when the blond entered his room.

Katsuki chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment, before shifting on the bed, crossing his own legs as he faced his best friend.

“Well, everyone starts with kissing, right? Let’s try starting there.” Kirishima’s eyes widened in surprise when he leaned forward halfway over the gap between them.

The redhead swallowed thickly and nodded, the tip of his tongue wetting the seam of his lips automatically. “We can definitely do that.” He agreed, slowly leaning to close the gap between their lips as his eyes slipped shut in anticipation.

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Katsuki only closed his eyes when their lips pressed together, to make sure he didn’t somehow miss and make a mess of his own first kiss.

His heart pounded wildly and he curled his fingers into camouflage bedding as he leaned in just a little more and tilted his head when Kirishima’s lips kneaded tentatively against his.

A soft, warm breath washed over Katuski’s cheek as his best friend tilted his head a bit too, following his lead.

He tensed his fingers in soft cotton when he felt the wet tip of Kirishima’s tongue touch against the seam of his lips and slip in a little, but he let it happen, parting them ever so slightly in invitation.

It was weird but somehow oddly thrilling to feel another’s tongue touch and smooth against his own, and Katsuki breathed out, just a little, through his mouth, a soundless sigh that his best friend swallowed as they kissed.

They were awkward, Katuski could feel it in their broken, unsure movements, but after a long minute it stopped really mattering.

The kiss deepened until Kirishima gave a barely audible moan, and Katsuki felt his eyes snap open when it made his stomach lurch as though he’d driven too fast down a hill.

The redhead still had his eyes closed, black lashes fluttering against tanned skin as he experimentally sucked Katuski’s bottom lip between his teeth and let it go, +

+ tilting his head even more as he leaned in more, clearly slipping into some kind of deep, genuine enjoyment.

Fuck, okay then.

Katsuki closed his eyes and kissed back a little harder, a little faster, until it pulled another moan from his best friend, so quiet it was barely there.

But it /was/ there.

It happened again when he twirled his tongue around the tip of Kirishima’s, and the breath left his lungs through his nose in a rush.

Fuck, those sounds were /doing things/ to him.

Each one sent a kind of rolling shiver of a pleasure he’d never known before through his entire body, right from the top of his head and down; the pleasure of knowing he was making his best friend feel things too.

He wanted more shivers, more quiet breathy moans. He wanted maybe louder moans too, but the quiet ones were already so incredibly /satisfying/.

Katuski uncurled his fingers and splayed them out on the bed as he leaned forward, urging the redhead back as he kissed just a little more desperately, slowly lifting almost shaking digits to touch Kirishima’s knee, pushing just a bit as he shifted.

The kiss didn’t break as they unfolded their legs and moved with the momentum of Katuski’s urging, until the redhead was laying back against the pillows at the head of the bed, legs parted just enough for the blond to slide a knee between.

Katsuki had never been in this position before, with the warmth and trust of the person he knelt over radiating up from below like warm coals left over after a low fire.

It felt like power, but the most terrifying power he’d ever held in his life. It felt fragile, as breakable as a brittle twig under the heavy sole of a boot.

It felt /exciting/, in a way no battle or victory had felt before, and this time it was Katsuki who moaned, helpless against the sound as it slipped from him.

Kirishima echoed it almost immediately with another of his own, just a little louder than his last, and Katsuki felt his stomach clench with a /want/ he’d never experienced before. He wanted to touch, to /fee/.

He lifted a hand, leaning on the one beside his best friend’s shoulder instead, moving the other to touch against a muscular hip, inching usually deadly fingers gently upward, sliding them beneath the hem of the redhead’s pyjama shirt until he felt warm skin.

Kirishima made a low ‘mmm’ sound into his mouth, and Katsuki felt it in his gut as he tentatively smoothed his fingers over impressive abs, up and up, until his thumb brushed an already pearled nipple and pulled another moan into the slowly heating air between them.

Katuski finally broke the kiss, more breathless than he’d have ever expected he’d be from such a simple act as kneading lips and tongues together.

“Is this okay?” He asked, as pretty red eyes fluttered open, confusion as to why they’d stopped kissing clearly evident in their depths.

Kirishima breathed a little heavily through his mouth as he looked up at him, damp but drying red locks splayed out on a camouflage pillow. He swallowed thickly and nodded, finally lifting his own hands from where he’d been gripping the sheets beside himself.

“Yeah, it's…it’s good. Can I…?” He trailed away as he skimmed his fingers up Katuski’s arm until they settled on the back of his neck, reaching with the other to hover over clothed abs.

“Can I touch too?” He asked, gaze already flicking down to Katuski’s lips as he swallowed again. “I, I really wanna you touch too.” He whispered quietly.

Oh god. Katsuki was definitely going to embarrass himself, he realised as he nodded and leaned back down to connect their lips again. But…maybe Kirishima would understand? He had to know how good he looked right then, he /had/ to know just what he was doing to him.

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Their next kiss deepened until Kirishima was rocking his hips up at nothing and panting into Katsuki’s mouth. Fuck, he was kind of needy and impatient, and it was driving him crazy.

The redhead groaned into his mouth and nipped his bottom lip with sharp teeth, and then suddenly his hand was shoving between them.

“Oh /fuck/-” Katsuki half choked at the feel of desperate fingers palming at his almost painfully hard cock. His arm gave out at the shock of the pleasure, and a moment later his forehead cracked against his best friend’s.

“Ow!”

“Well what did you think would happen if you randomly grab someone’s dick?!” Katsuki snapped, immediately defensive as his cheeks heated with embarrassment.

He’d ruined it. He’d just accidentally fucking /head butted/ Kirishima when all he wanted was to lose his virginity and for it not to suck. Shit. Should he apologise? Storm out?

Wait, no, don’t storm out, that’d be stupid.

Katsuki panicked silently for a few seconds, but a quiet chuckle had his attention snapping back to his best friend.

“I mean, I was kind of hoping to just I dunno, feel your dick?” He rubbed at his forehead a little, but he didn’t look mad or upset, so Katsuki finally relaxed.

“Sorry. It just took me off guard, that’s all.” He grumbled, averting his gaze.

“Are you /pouting/?”

“No?! How would you like it if I just-” Katsuki shoved a hand between them and grabbed his best friend’s dick over the thin material of his pyjamas, but his eyes blew wide when Kirishima’s back arched and a loud moan broke from him.

Oh. /Ohh/.

Silence stretched out between them as they stared at one another, until Katuski was debating running again, but Kirishima gave a slow, almost tentative roll of his hips a moment later, biting his bottom lip.

“Again, please.” He whispered, and he genuinely looked worried that Katsuki might tell him no.

Well there was no way in hell /that/ was happening.

Katsuki flexed his fingers as he leaned back down slowly, and a low groan filled his mouth when he connected their lips again.

His heart pounded in his throat at just how vocal the redhead was, it was as though he honestly couldn’t keep the sounds in.

Katsuki wasn’t like that normally. Whenever he jerked off, he’d grit his teeth and screw up his face to keep quiet, but he’d heard his best friend through their shared wall a couple of times. Nothing quite like this though, fuck.

Kirishima rutted up against his palm a few times, both of their rhythms jarring and off, but clearly neither of them cared.

“Oh god, it’s /way/ better with you than it is on my own.” He gasped, and then he was awkwardly shifting until his leg was between Katsuki’s, before he rolled his hips.

“Fuuuck.” Katuski’s voice cracked, and he hid his face in his best friend’s neck and rolled his own. He pulled his hand from between them and braced himself on his forearms, as they humped against one another, both panting and groaning as they chased heated friction.

Oh god, what if he came before he even lost an article of clothing?

Kirishima was moaning prettily in his ear and humping up even faster, and fuck, if they didn’t stop soon Katuski was gonna make a mess in his boxers.

Kirishima actually /whined/ when he pulled back to separate their groins. “/Pleeease/!” He begged immediately, and Katuski’s brain melted and poured right out of his ears at the tone.

Holy fuck that was his new favourite sound.

He dove straight back in for a heated kiss, sliding his hand finally into soft pyjama trousers to find his best friend wasn’t wearing underwear.

Kirishima tensed and groaned, trying to awkwardly part his legs, while simultaneously humping up into the hot fist wrapped around his cock.

“I have no fucking clue what I’m going right now, but you look-” Katsuki cut himself off before he admitted just how beautiful the redhead was right then, and swallowed thickly. “Do you want…shit, uh, suck?”

Wow, so smooth. Moron.

*doing

Yeah Tuna, so smooth

But Kirishima was nodding rapidly, already trying to shove his trousers down.

Fuck, okay then.

They both scrambled to get his pyjamas down and off. Katuski banged his head on the headboard and cursed, but neither of them stopped moving, even when something fell off the bedside table with a loud thud.

No time for concern when you’re about to suck your pretty best friend’s dick.

Kirishima was suddenly naked, his shirt yanked off and tossed aside uncaringly. His cheeks and chest were dusted pink atop his tan, and as Katsuki slowly lowered his gaze, he saw his cock was too. Flushed and hard and /leaking/ against his stomach.

It was bigger than Katuski’s.

And that would have normally made him jealous and defensive, but right that moment he absolutely did not care. It could have been shaped like a pine cone and he’d have figured out some way to suck it.

Kirishima stared as Katsuki slowly backed up and knelt between his legs. “Are you sure? You don’t have to, if it’s weird.” +

He whispered and bit his lip, but hissed in a sharp breath a moment later when Katsuki simply parted his lips and took as much of his cock in his mouth as he could.

Hands instantly grabbed his head and squeezed. “Oh god, /Bakugou/, that’s mmmmmm…” all ability to form a coherent sentence clearly left him as Katuski bobbed his head up and down in what he hoped was a decent rhythm.

Saliva pooled in his mouth and dribbled out of the corners of his lips as he sped up a little more. It was kind of weird, having a dick in his mouth, but not bad?

He could taste Kirishima’s precome on his tongue, and the redhead was starting to jerk his hips and beg him not to stop, and Katuski had never been harder in his entire life.

Rough fingers left his hair when one of the redhead’s hands hardened on its own. A loud cracking and creaking sound had Katuski’s attention flicking up, and his eyes blew wide with shock.

“/Please don’t stop, please don’t stop, please don’t stop/…” Kirishima grabbed the headboard again with his hardened hand, and the wood splintered and broke around jagged fingers.

His eyes were closed and his face screwed up as he chanted, and a slow arch curved his back when Katuski sped up more. “/Ohhhhh godddd, I’m gonna/-”

Red eyes snapped open suddenly, panicked realisation on Kirishima’s face and he reached to yank Katsuki off his cock just as it began to pulse in his mouth.

The redhead tried to cover his cock, but thick come burst all over Katuski’s face in several pumps before he managed it. Some of it lashed into his open, surprised mouth, as he stared at his best friend’s cock going off like a fountain.

“Oh my god I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” Kirishima panicked as soon as he was finished coming, and Katuski blinked a couple of times, before reaching up to touch his soaked cheek.

Kirishima had just come /all over/ his face.

“Wh-why is there /so much/?” Was the only thing he could think to ask, before an ugly, disbelieving laugh bubbled up and out of his still come filled mouth. He swallowed and contemplated the taste. It was kind of different to his.

“I have hyperspermia. I really didn’t mean to-”

“Kirishima. Stop freaking out and grab me a towel.” Katuski laughed again, suddenly way less nervous about this whole thing. “You should have just done it in my mouth, this is a /mess/.” He might have some in his hair too, wow.

“Sorry! I didn’t ask if I could, so I didn’t wanna, yanno…” a slightly damp towel thrust into Katsuki’s arms a moment later and he took it, wiping his face and neck clean.

“It’s fine, stop saying sorry, it’s just a bit of jizz. Well, a /lot/ of jizz, but whatever.” He reassured the still clearly worried redhead, before handing over the towel for him to clean his abs and pecs and thighs.

What was he, part fire hose??

Kirishima calmed down and flopped back with a huff, before groaning when he saw the damage he’d inflicted to his innocent bed. He sat up a moment later, looking eager again. “Can I suck your dick now? Please?”

Fuck, why was he always saying please and thank you?? It was murdering Katuski’s weak, gay heart.

“Uhhh…” Katuski tried to think of a way out of it so he didn’t embarrass himself, but Kirishima was giving him those puppy dog eyes again, and his resolve was weak as shit when it came to the redhead.

“Sure. But don’t laugh at me if I make weird sounds or…” he trailed off before he could say ‘nut in five seconds’.

Kirishima hadn’t lasted more than maybe five minutes anyway though. Or was it closer to ten? How long had Katuski had his lips around his cock?

He kind of wanted to do it again, but his best friend was already gently pushing him back to lay with his head towards the end of the bed. Kirishima bit his bottom lip and tentatively tugged on the waistband of Katuski’s sweats as he knelt between his legs.

“You um, you can come in my mouth, if yanno, if you want to?” He said quietly and Katuski’s breath hitched in his throat as his sweatpants and boxers were pulled down.

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He’d suddenly never wanted to do something so much in his life.

“Yeah, I’ll do it. I mean, thanks?” What was wrong with his stupid brain right now?? Maybe all the blood in his dick was making it hard to think. Okay, that made a lot of sense, actually.

Katsuki shifted and sat to prop himself up on his elbows as Kirishima tossed his sweatpants and boxers beside the bed and settled again. He definitely wanted to watch this. He was going to be using the memory to jerk off for the next…forever, probably.

Kirishima put a hand on each of his thighs and parted them a little more, and Katsuki felt his cheeks flood with heat at just how intimate this position was. The redhead could see /everything/. Oh fuck, why had he agreed to this again??

But Katsuki’s train of panicked thought derailed completely when his best friend looked right between his legs, gaze moving from his ass, up over his balls, and along the length of his dick, biting his lip like he couldn’t get enough.

“Pretty.” Kirishima whispered, tone genuine and almost awed, before he leaned in to lick a wet stripe from his sack, all the way up to the head of his cock.

Katsuki couldn’t even describe the sound that came out of his mouth, it was like nothing he’d ever uttered before. It was soft, low and breathy, and it made Kirishima shiver and look up at him for approval, bottom lip almost touching the leaking slit.

“Can I lick, please? Just a little.” He asked quietly.

Katsuki’s cock twitched at the ‘please’, accidentally touching that kiss plump bottom lip, and he forgot how to breath for a moment as a thin, clear line of precome stretched between them when it bobbed back towards him.

Kirishima licked his lip automatically and Katsuki felt something inside him break.

It might have been his sanity.

“/Y-yeah/.” Cracked from him quietly, and he fisted the covers at his sides as he held his breath, anticipation now some kind of drug in his veins, pumping and pulsing through him as his heart palpitated oddly in his chest, even it’s rhythm off kilter.

Katsuki’s mouth dropped open on a silent gasp when another slow lick wet him from root to tip, and he suddenly wondered if he’d make it through the night unchanged as a person.

Slippery, wet, /slick/ pleasure slid through him as his best friend hummed and murmured things he couldn’t quite make out, licking and mouthing at him, eyelids fluttering closed like he was committing every sensation to memory too.

A low, helpless moan curled into the air when hot wetness engulfed the head of Katsuki’s cock. “/Kirishimaplease/.” He gasped brokenly, toes curling as his heels dragged up the bed a few inches and dug in.

“/Oh fuck/, I’mnotgonnalast.” Katsuki dropped his head back and another breathless moan punched from him as Kirishima slowly slid almost all the way down his length, before pulling back.

Fingers wrapped around the base as the redhead pulled off. “That’s okay, I don’t mind.” He whispered the assurance, before taking him back into mouth.

Katsuki lifted his head and /stared/, watching his cock slowly disappear into the redhead’s mouth over and over. His breath came in shallow, uneven pants through his still open mouth, drying it and his throat, but he didn’t care.

He wasn’t even sure he /could/ care about anything other than the almost indescribable sensation of wet heat around his aching need, as heat began to pool low in his belly worryingly fast.

Kirishima was apparently trying random things to get a reaction out of him, and when he hollowed his cheeks, sucking with almost all his cock in his mouth, Katsuki gave a shocked, almost pathetic moan that devolved into a low, drawn out groan when he felt hot tongue lave at him.

Kirishima did it again, gaze flicking up to check his reaction, and that was all it took.

The second those cat-like eyes locked with Katsuki’s, he fell straight off the razor’s edge he’d been balancing on the entire time. He couldn’t even warn his best friend outside of a cut off moan as release cut through him, sharp and sudden.

Come pumped from his pulsing cock as his brow pinched and his fingers and toes curled even more, filling Kirishima’s mouth as those pretty red eyes widened in realisation.

The redhead swallowed even as Katsuki was still coming, and he knew he’d never forget the sight or sound of his come being /gulped/ down like a cold drink on a hot day.

He collapsed back when his arm gave way, gasping and staring up at the ceiling in shock as endorphins flooded his brain, feeling his cock slowly unsheathed as Kirishima pulled off.

“Was that okay?” He asked, crawling to lay on his front beside Katsuki.

“That was the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.” Katsuki admitted breathlessly, blinking a few times as he tried to process just how hard he’d come, and how his entire body had suddenly become jelly.

“Really?” Kirishima sounded so happy that Katsuki found himself almost smiling giddily as he nodded.

“Yeah.” He confirmed, wiggling his fingers a little as the tingling in his limbs slowly ebbed away. He turned on his side, and his softening cock touched Kirishima's hip. They both froze, but relaxed a moment later when it registered that it really didn’t matter.

“Can we kiss a bit more? Please?” Kirishima asked as he tilted his head to look at him. He looked soft, less uncertain than before, but Katsuki almost frowned when he saw a flicker of it in red eyes.

Did he think they were done? Or that Katsuki wouldn’t kiss him after he’d come in his mouth?

“Definitely.” He leaned in to press a chaste kiss to his best friend’s lips, before pulling back. “Let me grab some water first though. My mouth is kinda dry and it’ll be gross.”

He rose from the bed and headed into Kirishima’s en suite bathroom when the redhead told him there was a glass in there he used at night.

Katsuki gulped down half a glass and refilled it to take into the bedroom. Kirishima’s face cracked into the brightest smile when he handed it to him. “Thanks, Bakugou.” He beamed, and Katsuki’s heart stopped in his chest.

Because he realised he was in love with his best friend.