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"M'a good boy."
Kirishima doesn't fight the smile that tugs on his lips, but he does slow the roll of his hips.
He leans down to kiss the corner of Bakugou's mouth.
"I know, baby. But that's not what I asked."
"I'm a -," Bakugou starts again, words fading quick.
"M'a good boy."
Kirishima doesn't fight the smile that tugs on his lips, but he does slow the roll of his hips.
He leans down to kiss the corner of Bakugou's mouth.
"I know, baby. But that's not what I asked."
"I'm a -," Bakugou starts again, words fading quick.
"Kat, can you give me a color, baby?"
Foggy, unfocused eyes blink up at him and Kirishima can /see/ how deep under Bakugou is. Boy's gone all fuzzy and weak, fucked so nicely into subspace that the words aren't quite registering.
"Kat? You need me to stop?"
That gets a whine.
Foggy, unfocused eyes blink up at him and Kirishima can /see/ how deep under Bakugou is. Boy's gone all fuzzy and weak, fucked so nicely into subspace that the words aren't quite registering.
"Kat? You need me to stop?"
That gets a whine.
And a shake of a head that goes a bit wonky as Bakugou finally manages to whimper out a "green".
The next thrust of Kirishima's hips is deep. Gets Bakugou to take him all the way until those pretty eyes are going wide and rolling back with the pleasure of it.
The next thrust of Kirishima's hips is deep. Gets Bakugou to take him all the way until those pretty eyes are going wide and rolling back with the pleasure of it.
Kirishima fucks him slow, rocks him into the bed with thrusts so gentle that they're too much. Presses on all those secret sweet spots inside Bakugou only he knows.
Legs over Kirishima's shoulders and rim fluttering around his cock, Bakugou begs for it.
"M'a good - boy."
Legs over Kirishima's shoulders and rim fluttering around his cock, Bakugou begs for it.
"M'a good - boy."
"I know, baby. So good for me, hm?"
"Good - I'm - good."
Bakugou's legs shake against Kirishima. His hole twitches, continously milking Kirishima's cock even as his head's gone empty.
But Kirishima keeps him full where he needs it most.
"Good - I'm - good."
Bakugou's legs shake against Kirishima. His hole twitches, continously milking Kirishima's cock even as his head's gone empty.
But Kirishima keeps him full where he needs it most.
Keeps the roll of his hips constant and secure. Has Bakugou stretched so nicely around him, taking his fucking like the good boy he is, sobbing out the words around tiny gasps when they're the only words that still make sense to him.
"Mmh!''
"That's it," Kirishima coos.
"Mmh!''
"That's it," Kirishima coos.
He presses kiss after kiss onto his boyfriend's lips. Until Bakugou's hand smack into his arm in his attempt to loop his arms around Kirishima's neck.
"E-Ei! M'a gooood," Bakugou cries against his lips. Kirishima helps him get his arms where he wants them.
"E-Ei! M'a gooood," Bakugou cries against his lips. Kirishima helps him get his arms where he wants them.
Yet they immediately fall back down to the bed sheets, Bakugou too lost to do anything but take and take.
To make that pretty face up at Kirishima, skin flushed and sweaty.
To feel small when Bakugou is anything but.
To make that pretty face up at Kirishima, skin flushed and sweaty.
To feel small when Bakugou is anything but.
"So good," Kirishima whispers, the thrust of his hips rhythmic - constant dominance to take a willing submission.
Grounding. Trusting. With the promise to bring Bakugou back when he's ready.
Kirishima shifts to kiss away Bakugou's tears and feels the sob against his jaw.
Grounding. Trusting. With the promise to bring Bakugou back when he's ready.
Kirishima shifts to kiss away Bakugou's tears and feels the sob against his jaw.
"Color?"
"G-Green."
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"G-Green."
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