CW : phone sex, semi-public phone sex, all characters are 18+, about 600 words I think

Kirishima is sat in a meeting when his phone rings. He ignores it, this is an important meeting.

But it rings again. And again.

So he picks up. He’s at the back of the room, just sitting in to observe really; he’s the boss, it doesn’t matter that he’s on the phone as long as he’s quiet and keeps it short. Plus it’s his husband so maybe it’s important?

“Eijiro, fuck,” Katsuki’s panting on the other end of the line, “fuck.”

“Katsuki?” Kirishima makes a move to get up, “I’m in a meeting, but—“

He’s cut off by an obscene moan sliding through the phone and right into his ear. He immediately drops back into his seat, eyes wide.

“Fuck, Ei,” Bakugou’s still panting, “I wish you were here-fuck-you always know what to- ugh! -do, mmmm!”

Eijiro didn’t move. He couldn’t. He was totally rooted to the spot, phone glued to his ear and as the meeting went on around him, the participants seemingly none the wiser.

“Yeah, you’d fill me up so good if you were here, wouldn’t you, big boy?” Bakugou’s breath hitched and he let out a broken cry. In the background, Kirishima could distinctively hear wet noises.

“So, you’re in a meeting, huh?” Kirishima could hear the smirk on his husbands lips.

“Yeah,” Eijiro croaked out, clearing his throat. “But if there’s an emergency...” His eyes darted to his colleagues. No one was paying him any attention, and he quickly wiped his brow, feeling hot and bothered all of a sudden.

“Oh, nonono,” Katsuki purred, rustling on his end of the call, “mmm, I like this.”

Kirishima was red. He knew he was. He could feel how red he was.

“How about I just tell you what I’d have you do to me if you were here instead, hm?”

Fuck.

Kirishima gulped and nodded, and even though Bakugou obviously couldn’t see that, he proceeded anyway.

“I’m all warmed up for you,” He murmured, voice low and sultry, “I took my time too, stretching myself, just having a play...”

Eijiro’s heart was beating so wildly at his point, he could feel it pounding in his throat and he was surprised it hadn’t beat straight out his chest already.

“You know how much I love it when you play with me, don’t you? When you use that fat tongue on my rim, flicking it,” Katsuki gasped loudly, moaning, “fuck! I don’t have enough hands. If you were here, I’d have you suck on my nipples.

Kirishima gulped again to stop himself from drooling.

“I’d definitely sit on your face,” Bakugou continued breathily, “ride you, before riding your cock. I might even tie you up so you can’t touch me. I just wanna use you for a bit, you know?”

Kirishima slid his chair in some more, pushing himself right up against the conference table to hide his painful erection straining against his suit trousers.

“I just want to watch you,” Katsuki moaned, “watch you fall apart beneath me, because I make you feel so good.”

Bakugou’s breath quickened, and the wet noises in the background did too.

“Oh, god!” He sang, “I’d ride you so fucking hard, bounce on your fat cock, make you cry because I feel so good around you. Because I’m the best, right? Fuck!”

Eijiro wasn’t breathing, wasn’t blinking, just suspended in that meeting, mouth open and staring into space as his husband unravelled on the other end of the line. He could hear Katsuki getting closer and closer to the edge.

“I know you’d want to touch me so bad, wouldn’t you? But I wouldn’t let you, I’d use you and you’ll love it because it’s me, ah! Fuck, ah! Shit, Ei! And I make you feel so good, don’t I? Fuck, fuck, fuck! And you love me, you can’t get enough of me, ah!”

Eijiro drooled. He felt it at the corner of his lip, felt it roll down his chin. But he couldn’t move to wipe it up.

“You’d cum so deep inside of me, and I’d keep riding you, I’d keep riding you until I was ready to- oh god, oh shit, shit, shit, Ei, I’m gonna-!”

The line went silent for a few seconds, and Eijiro nearly shed a fucking tear as his husband hit his peak, hit the crest of his orgasm.

“Ah!” Katsuki’s voice came back, loud, spent, and panting, “Ah... fuck... wow, phew.” There was a pause, followed by a breathily laugh.

“Okay, wow,” Katsuki sniffed and cleared his throat, “okay, I’m done. Enjoy your meeting, see you later, love you.” And then he hung up, leaving Kirishima slack jawed and glassy eyed.

“Mr Kirishima?” A voice called, but Eijiro couldn’t move, couldn’t blink, couldn’t turn to face all his colleagues now looking directly at him. Apparently the meeting had finished. “What did you think of the proposal?”