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Living in dorms has been fun for everyone, even Bakugo started enjoying the proximity of his classmates. At first, it took a toll on him and his social battery. He started sleeping earlier than anyone else. Went up to his room way before the nights came to a close. As the years passed, he got used to it, sometimes, he even had fun.

He let go of a lot of things holding him back. Being close to people wasn’t something he detested anymore.

Third year was ending soon. It felt bitter-sweet to think about it. He had a lot of memories connected to this place, the good and the bad. This place changed him as a person and he would always be thankful for that, even if he never said it out loud.

Since the year was ending, the teachers slowed down on the assignments. Nothing left to do other than revise. This gave them more time to have fun.

The common room was buzzing with energy when he came down the stairs. Everyone was busy doing their own thing, plates of snacks were scattered around, bottles of sodas sitting on the tables with plastic cups stacked next to them.

Midoriya was the first to notice him. He was always the best observer. He waved him over to the free seat next to him and Uraraka.

“You seem calm today.” He said as soon as Bakugo sat down.

“Had a nap.” He didn’t. It was an excuse. Better than admitting he felt better around him.

Their friendship has been through a lot. It still felt like walking on a tightrope sometimes. Midoriya certainly looked like it. Every time he started talking he tensed up, like Bakugo was a ticking bomb ready to detonate at one wrong word. He probably was.

“KATSUKI!”

Ah, there comes the chaos. A flash of red ran over, jumped over a couch and landed in a hero position. Show off, bakugo thought. Still, it brought a small smile to his face.

”Hey, dumbass.”

He plopped down practically on top of him. Half his body pressed up against him, one leg thrown over his lap. He laughed and leaned more on Bakugo.

“You tryn’ to suffocate me or something?” He only laughed more at that.

“Shinso sneaked in some alcohol, we’re gonna play drinking games.” Bakugo shuddered at that. Drinking didn’t sound all that fun. Bunch of drunk idiots jumping around, being loud and obnoxious. Not his style.

“Okay? Have fun.” He turned back to Midoriya who was talking to Uraraka, but was observing them still. Creep.

”HAH! You’re so funny. You’re coming with.” He jumped up and pulled Bakugo with him. Damn him and his hunk of a body. He can carry Bakugo like he weighs nothing. There was no use going against him.

”I’m not playing.” He says as he follows the redhead over to the couch in the corner of the room. “You dumbasses can do whatever you want, but I’m not getting involved.”

He threw himself down on the armchair. It was big enough to fit two people, so it accommodated Bakugo’s slouched posture as he sat sideways and draped his legs over the armrest.

“I think we should play truth or dare.”

Bakugo tuned them out pretty quickly.

He was left out of the game mostly, sometimes Kaminari shot him a small dare, or made fun of him for being so grouchy. Some dares involved him as well.

”Kiri, I dare you to sit in Bakugo’s lap.” What.

”I’m not getting up, I don’t care. Choose another dare.” He would not have that hunk sit in his lap for the rest of the game. No way.

”Okay then, Bakugo, sit in Kiri’s lap.” Two answers were heard.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” One from Bakugo.

”Okay!” And one from Kirishima.

Before Bakugo knew, his legs were elevated and Kirishima slid under him. His hips were lifted and placed on his lap. He didn’t fight back. He didn’t want to. Kirishima knew that, Bakugo could tell by the way he was smiling.

“Fuck you.” But there was no heat to his words.

“All bark, no bite.” Kirishima taunted.

”I will bite you.” He leaned forward into Kirishima’s personal space, mouth open and ready to bite.

“Oh, I bet you would both enjoy that.” Kaminari perked up. Bakugo stopped, mouth hanging and face flushed. ”No, no, don’t stop on my account.”

“Noooo, Kami, why would you say that! He was so close to biting me.” Kirishima, the little shit he is, joked back with the worst puppy eyes he could manage.

Bakugo launched at his arm and bit him. His teeth pierced the top layer of skin, small droplets of blood peaked out, his teeth marks left obvious to the world. He actually liked doing that.

Kirishima stopped laughing. A small breath escaped his mouth, something closer to a punched out whimper, barely audible to anyone else. His whole face flushed red.

The rest of the group fell over laughing. Mina was hauling with laughter, even Shinso was hiding a snicker behind his hand. Bakugo smirked.

”Didn’t know you wanted it that bad.” He whispered it directly in his ear, but still laud enough everyone would hear.

“I- huh, what?” Another wave of laughter overtook everyone. Bakugo hid his face against Kirishima’s arm, not like he could put it elsewhere in this position, and chuckled.

If Kirishima wanted to joke around like that, he should learn to lap it up too.

“Is that your quirk or are you just excited to be bitten?” Now that, no one else could hear.

Kirishima shuddered. A full body shiver went through him. Bakugo felt how his breath hitched, how tense he became.

“Wow, who knew the clown couldn’t take jokes.” That got to Kirishima.

”You know you can’t win that game.” Oh, but he could.

”Don’t sound so sure of yourself. You may be a pretty boy, but just your looks won’t work on me.”

Kirishima blushed a bit, but smiled through it. Confidence radiated off of him in waves.

“You think calling me pretty is gonna work on me? Don’t kid yourself.” Kirishima wrapped an arm around his waist and squeezed. “We both know you’re smarter than that.”

Bakugo didn’t want to admit it, but Kirishima knew which buttons to push. But so did he.

“I’m just getting you warmed up for the real thing, handsome.” Kirishima had a thing for nicknames. It was blatantly obvious. His smile turned softer, less practiced and more real.

“Uh, do you need a room or something?” Shinso grumbled from his spot.

“Shin, you know they can’t be trusted in a room together. What if they actually get their shit together. Imagine how horrible this would all be.” Kaminari said from his spot on the floor at Shinso’s feet. Like they were the ones to talk.

At least Bakugo was sure of their feelings. Kirishima liked him back, he just wasn’t ready to get in a relationship yet, so he let the redhead suffer through copious amounts of hints he kept dropping. The dumbass didn’t catch on any of them.

“Just shut up and play the damn game.”

Focusing on the game was hard. He could feel Kirishima’s every shift, could feel his leg muscles brushing up against his ass. He could use that against him, but that felt too invasive, too much for jokes. So he settled on running his fingertips up his neck, inching into his hair, pulling a little on the roots and running them back down.

Kirishima was unable to do dares that would require him to stand up. So, some of the dares started involving him.

“I dare you to… uhm.. do as many hip thrusts as you can with Bakugo.” Mina said, so proud of herself for coming up with the worst dare to ever exist.

“Fucking what now?” He grumbled.

“What, you don’t believe I can do it? Or are you scared you will like it? I promise to go slow on you.” His voice was low, raspy, just the way Bakugo liked it.

“Do your worst.” He glared just for good measure.

The first thrust was fast, like he was trying to prove something. Bakugo bounced, wobbled a little but gained his balance quickly. Kirishima smirked.

“Usually, I would prefer to do this in some other situation, but this works too.”

Bakugo couldn’t respond as he was thrust up again, rougher this time. His hand shot out to grip at his shoulder.

“Aw, sorry, pretty, I didn’t think you would fall so easily. Here, let me help.” Kirishima grabbed his hips and turned him around so he was facing him, his legs on either side of his, practically straddling his lap. “I love you in this position, but you need to bend your legs a little.”

“You give out orders like I’ll ever obey them. Don’t think you could dominate me.”

That earned him a harsh thrust. He lost his balance and brought his knees up on instinct.

“There you go. Good boy.”

Bakugo laughed. A full belly laugh.

“You think praising me would work?” He leaned forward, lips almost grazing Kirishima’s ear. “You can talk all you want, but I know you love being told what to do, love obeying. You want to turn your brain off, let it go to mush and be a good boy for me. Isn’t that right.”

Kirishima’s hips stuttered up and came to a stop. He held Bakugo’s hips slightly hovering over his lap as he lowered them back down, keeping eye contact with him. He set him down on his lap slowly. The distance between his hips and Bakugo’s ass wasn’t enough for anyone to notice, but Bakugo felt it. Felt his weight shift to his hands, saw his arms flex, felt the lap give out under him.

“…fuck.”

Is that what it would be like to actually fuck him? Could he hold him up as he rams inside over and over again?

Kirishima’s face dropped against his shoulder. Bakugo grabbed the nape of his neck, slid his fingers up into his hair, pulling at the gel, letting the hair fall down slowly.

“Uhm, I think that’s enough.” Mina muttered.

He quickly went back to his previous spot, crossed his hands as he glared at Mina. She didn’t falter under his gaze, she just smiled like she did nothing wrong.

The game continued. No one asked Kirishima anything anymore. To be fair, no one could. He was sitting still, unmoving, one hand still gripping Bakugo’s hip, the other digging fingers into his calf.

Bakugo could feel his erection pressing up against his leg, but he said nothing, just continued to tug at his hair. He wasn’t in a better predicament, one leg raised to hide his hard on under the baggy sweatpants.

Kirishima looked, for the lack of better words, mad. He was glaring at the floor, eyes unfocused, a hungry look in them, something Bakugo rarely sees. It sent his mind reeling.

There was something about his best friend when he got like this, Bakugo loved it. He would do anything to get him to that mindset over and over again.

But for now, he had to wait. The game was still going, the world kept spinning even though his world came to a sudden halt.

“We should change things up a bit.” Sero said as he finished off his bottle and placed it on the ground. They had only planned to drink a little, but they ended up being more than just tipsy. Kirishima, who had stopped drinking a while ago, looked completely sober. Bakugo hadn’t even touched the bottle.

“Spin the bottle.” Sero exclaimed.

“Spin the what?” Jirou slurred. Sero and Kaminari grinned.

“Spin the bottle, whoever the bottle lands on has to play seven minutes in heaven.” He explained.

Bakugo has seen the game in movies, they always felt fake. The bottle always ended up landing on the couple with chemistry and they always got more done in 7 minutes than should be considered normal. Honestly, they should go to a doctor about it.

The first spin landed on Mina and Denki. As he thought, nothing like the movies. They ended up going in the genitors closet, laughing along the way. Mina has been out as a lesbian for years already and Kaminari has been in love with a certain purple haired classmate for longer. This game was stupid.

The seven minutes felt longer. Waiting got pretty boring after a while. All they could hear from the closed door was a bunch of chit chat.

Bakugo’s attention went back to the man underneath him. His head was tossed back, eyes closed. He looked like he was barely holding on.

“Hey, Red.” He opened one eye. The nickname which usually made him blush didn’t work as intended. His eyes held something dark behind them. Bakugo was excited to find out what it meant. “We should ditch.”

Kaminari and Mina left the room before the redhead could answer.

“Kaminari is a shit kisser if anyone was wondering.” Mina yelled as they sat back down.

“What!? We didn’t even kiss!” Kaminari’s face was red as everyone houled with laughter.

“I’m spinning!” He yelled.

The bottle spun, once, twice, three times before landing on Kirishima.

“Um, guys, there’s no one on the other side of the bottle. Spin again.” Kirishima said with a nervous chuckle. The end of the bottle was a little too close to Kaminari for Bakugo’s liking.

”Yeah. We can spin again.” Sero’s hand shot out at the bottle.

”Wait! The bottle’s pointing at two people.” Bakugo’s face paled at Mina’s voice.

“No. I’m not playing.” He argued.

”What, you scared? He’s not gonna eat you alive, no matter how bad he wants it.” Kaminari mused.

”Come on, Kat.” Kirishima began to stand up, slightly throwing Bakugo off his lap.

“What the fuck, Red?!”

—-

The closet was dark, the only light seeping in from under the closed door. They locked the door from the outside, not trusting Bakugo to stay there full time. Yaoyorozu made them a lock with a timer.

“Aaaand set. Seven minutes start now!” Kaminari shouted in a commentator's voice.

It was a tight fit. There was space between them, sure, but barely noticeable. Bakugo noticed. He wanted him closer, needed to feel him again.

He hadn’t drunk a drop, but he felt intoxicated, on his body, his touch. He needed to get his hands on him again. Right now.

No matter how much he wanted it, he couldn’t get his body to move. He was stuck under Kirishima's stare, daring him to move. Even in that darkness he could see the heat behind his eyes, could see the way his hands shook as he tried to stay calm.

A minute passed, maybe more.

No one moved.

There was a cursing sound outside the locked door. It rattled.

”Um, guys? We might have a problem.” Kaminari’s voice was shaking.

”What.” Came Bakugo’s gruff reply.

”Is this lock timing minutes or hours, ‘cause I think we might have fucked up.” No. No way.

“What?!” Mina’s shrill voice pierced through. “OH MY GOD! It’s counting hours. No, no no no.”

”YOU DIPSHIT! Fucking dumb, good for nothing loser. Why the fuck would you do that?!”

”I thought the max was an hour or something! I don’t know.” He sounded panicked. Bakugo couldn’t give less shit about his feelings. Let him panic.

“Get away from the door, I’ll blow it up.”

Kirishima’s arms wrapped around him from behind, successfully caging him with his arms squished at his side.

“No, you’re not.” His voice was dark. His breath came hot on his ear, sent shivers down his spine.

”You can't stop me.”

Kirishima’s hardened hands grabbed his. Explosions would be no use in that position.

“Try me.”

“Blasty, you can’t blow the door up, they’re gonna make us pay for it. Come on. Just wait it out.” Sero spoke up.

”Yeah, kat. Just wait it out.” Fuck. He wasn’t making it out of here alive.

All his previous cockyness had left his system. He wasn’t cut out for this. Sure, he could flirt but being this close to the real thing, with the guy he has been into, it made his brain blank out.

“No, the fuck? We’re not staying here for seven fucking hours. We need to sleep. We have classes tomorrow. I need a shower. Plus this fuckass will go hungry soon.” There was a collective groan outside and one deep one in his ear.

“I have a snack right here.” His palms crackled. Everything was starting to get too much for him.

“You can last seven hours, just nap on each other or something.”

”Oh you think you’re so smart, right? Where the fuck was your brain when you locked the door for seven fucking hours.” He yelled.

”Guys let me handle this, okay?” Kirishima’s voice sounded cheery, although his face was anything but. There were shuffle sounds outside the door, then everything went quiet.

He let go of Bakugo. The second he was free he stepped back and leaned against the wall. “Fuck.” He could barely breathe. He hated feeling trapped. Hated not being able to control the situation.

“Hey, hey hey. Just breathe.” Kirishima tried.

”Don’t tell me what to do. ‘Just breathe’, no, I was going to suffocate myself. Fucking shit.” He was fuming. At least that shut Kirishima up.

They slid down the opposite walls, knees intertwined. Kirishima placed his hand on Bakugo’s leg, but otherwise let him be. They breathed in silence, Kirishima followed a breathing pattern. Bakugo noticed. He wasn’t going to follow him. He was still mad, but he didn’t have the energy to fight him on it. No use being stuck for hours mad at each other.

It took a few minutes for him to calm down. His head was still a mess, but at least his eyes focused a bit better. He let off a few sparkles to light the room up.

“Did you bring your phone in?” His voice was rough.

“Yeah, just a sec.” He lit up his flashlight and placed it on the floor next to them.

“We’re not actually staying for that long, right?” He could barely recognise his voice. It was a tone only used with Kirishima. He hated it, but something in him craved it.

”I will personally kick the door down if you really need to leave. I just wanted to be alone with you for a bit.” His words dripped like honey. It coated his insides, smoothed down the rough edges still remaining.

He looked up. Red eyes met red. The fire in them hadn’t dulled. If anything, it shone brighter. It radiated heat, and passion, and trust. Need.

They inched closer, chests pressed against their folded legs, faces closer. They shared breaths, finally in sync.

“We can stay for a bit.” His voice was softer than intended. He cleared his throat. “Don’t think I’m above breaking down the door.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, pretty.” Bakugo flushed. He hoped the dim light would hide his blushing face.

“You can drop the act, they’re not listening.” He grumbled.

“Katsuki.” His name never sounded so right before. “You thought I was acting?” His voice was level, but Bakugo could make out the slight pinch in his eyebrow, the wobble of his chin.

“What?”

“Oh. I thought you knew.”

Huh?

“Knew what?” His mind was going haywire, thoughts racing. There was no way this was about that. Sure, he noticed the stares, the looks in his eyes, how his face always turned softer when he looked at him, softer than he thought possible. But now. Now he actually had the chance to have his suspicions be confirmed.

“Katsuki,” he took a deep breath, held it. “I’m in love with you. Have been for years. I thought you knew.”

His thoughts came to a screeching halt. He did know. Deep down. Could feel it.

“Oh.”

That was all he could say. Oh. His mouth opened like a fish, closed again. Nothing came out.

“Yeah.” Kirishima’s wet chuckle came. “I just assumed you didn’t feel the same, since you never said anything. Kaminari agreed with me. You always go after what you want. So that means you don’t want me.” He could see slight wetness to his eyes.

“Eijiro, what-“

“You don’t have to say anything man. It’s cool. I don’t mind.”

“You are the dumbest motherfucker I have ever met. You listened to fucking Sparkplug’s relationship advice? The idiot who can not catch a relationship if it hit him in the face. You listened to him.” Bakugo was mad. No, he was furious.

“Yeah, well, what else was I supposed to do? I couldn’t talk to you about it. Who else should I have gone to?” He could tell Bakugo was mad, he sounded nervous.

“Fucking anyone but him?! Pinky was right there. You are such a fucking dumbass.” He pushed at his shoulder.

“Why are you mad about that? Why does it matter who I asked, the answer would’ve been the same.” That struck Bakugo’s last nerve.

“No, Eijiro. Everyone else has eyes and could see I was into you. Fuck, you are so stupid sometimes.”

He grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him close. Their noses bumped, lips hovered.

“So fucking dumb.”

He kissed him. The kiss was harsh, fast paced. It left them gasping into each other’s mouths, murmuring their names in desperation. Bakugo tugged on his lip as he pulled away to breathe.

Their first kiss was everything he had imagined. All lust, and vigour, left a sharp sting behind. Their second kiss was even better.

Kirishima pulled him back in. This time, he led their lips. It was slower, less thirst and more need. The need to feel more, to savor the taste, memorize every inch of his mouth. It wasn’t any less sharp. Teeth grazed tongue, sunk into bitten lips, hands tugged at hair. It left that delicious hot feeling behind that had them craving more.

“Eijiro.” He gasped out. Kirishima kissed it back into his mouth. “You-“, teeth clinked, “are so”, a bite, “fucking”, a kiss to soothe the ache, “let me speak.” He pulled him back by his hair. Kirishima’s head tilted back, eyes almost closed, irises peeking through little slits. He looked fucked out. Finally, Bakugo did something right. “You are so dumb. I’m never letting you forget this. You thought I didn’t want you back? Did your brain finally turn to rock?”

He didn’t let him answer, just leaned forward and kissed him dumber. His lips trailed lower, down his neck. It left fire in its wake. Kirishima moaned. Sound so sweet it left a burning sensation in Bakugo’s throat. He breathed it out. The breath came hot, left goosebumps on Kirishima’s skin.

His hand’s tightened on Bakugo. He pulled him away. It was his turn to speak.

“Give me a second. Need to breathe.” His eyes kept going out of focus, breath came in short bursts of air. “Can’t think.” His hand landed on Bakugo’s calf and squeezed, trying to anchor himself to Bakugo.

Bakugo reached out to his hair. It had fallen down fully somewhere along the night. He ran his hands through the strands. His eyes lulled closed. Bakugo thought for a second that he was doing nothing to help him think, but then the redhead spoke up.

“You like me?” Bakugo chuckled.

“I thought I made that obvious.”

“I just. I thought you were just joking this whole time. I made everything out to be a joke, so I thought you were just, y’know, following along, man. How was I supposed to know? Didn’t even know you were gay.”

He sounded a bit hurt about that.

“I’ve never shown any interest in a girl before. That’s how.” He tried to joke.

“You’ve never shown any interest in anyone, Katsuki.”

“I did. You just thought they were jokes.” Kirishima smiled sadly at that and Bakugo’s heart did a flip.

He just kissed him again. And again. He would kiss him until their lips bled, blood mixing up together, crimson on ruby, like their eyes as they break away just to stare.

His eyes opened mid kiss, unable to resist the need to see him. He looked breathtaking. Eyebrows scrunched together in focus, a small tear forming at the corner of his eye. He wiped it away, kissed there just for good measure.

“Wait, man, my leg is cramping.” He jumped up.

Bakugo’s leg had gone numb a while ago, but nothing could stop him from getting what he wanted.

“Fuck, man this really hurts.” Kirishima started jumping around on one leg. Bakugo couldn’t hold it in anymore. He doubled over in laughter. Everything poured out of him, the ridiculousness of the situation catching up to him.

They were stuck in a closet after nearly dry humping each other in public ‘as a joke’, ended up confessing and making out on the cold floor next to brooms and mops.

Kirishima laughed with him, unable to resist. Still on one leg, he grabbed his shoulder to steady them both.

They still tripped. Kirishima ended up against the wall as Bakugo lended lips first onto his face. The kiss was more teeth than anything else, just laughs breathed into each other’s mouths.

Kirishima’s hands pulled Bakugo flush against him by his waist, hands digging into his back pockets to get him even closer. The closeness sent shivers through their bodies. Bakugo moaned at the feeling.

“Fuck, Ei.”

The kiss heated up fast. Hands roamed freely, lips covered every surface they could reach, teeth sunk in flesh. Breaths mingled.

Kirishima’s hands slid under Bakugo’s shirt and danced their way up, over the back muscles and back down as his nails left soft red trails. Bakugo arched his back at the feeling.

Their erections brushed against each other with every arch. It drew harsh breaths and knocked out moans from the two men.

They made out like they did everything else, with full intent and anger and hunger to be the best, to make every next kiss their best, every next touch as if it was their last.

Shirts came off quickly with ripping sounds and burning smells. Bakugo pressed Kirishima harder up against the wall, their bodies skin to skin. The feeling was better than any other. Bakugo’s damp skin on Kirishima’s hot flesh felt like the gourmet meal Bakugo has been trying to perfect come to life.

Kirishima’s skin tasted delicious, Bakugo’s tongue lapped at every inch, sunk his teeth and kissed the wound.

He kissed down, over his clavicle to his pecks. His breath ghosted over a perky nipple. Kirishima shuddered. His tongue pressed up flat against the bud and his body arched up against him. He licked around it, sucked it into his mouth to hear the beautiful moans come out of the redhead.

The other hand played with the second nipple as his mouth trailed lower. He kissed over his abs as he pressed his nose in the groove between the muscles filled with droplets of sweat.

He breathed in deep and sunk fully to his knees. Kirishima’s dick was obvious even through the jean shorts he was wearing. Throbbing and leaking a dark patch in the fabric.

Bakugo couldn’t resist it as he licked the wetness at the tip before grabbing around the base. Kirishima thrust into his hand once before composing himself, but small moans escaped him as Bakugo massaged the still growing cock and nosed at the tip.

His hands shook as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. Kirishima impatiently tugged the shorts off.

His underwear was soaked. Bakugo opened his mouth and sucked the still clothed tip into his mouth. Kirishima’s knees wobbled.

The taste sent Bakugo crazy. He practically tore off the underwear, left small holes smoking.

His cock sprang free. The tip glaring red as it stared Bakugo in the face, daring him to move, to do anything. He looked up at kirishima. Their eyes, usually red, were black, blown wide, mouths agape and breathing hard. For a second everything stopped. They stared. Bakugo’s eyes were barely open as he tilted his head back to stare at him through his eyelashes.

Kirishima grabbed his hair, his cock with the other hand and slid the tip along his lips. It left shiny slick behind that glittered in the flashlight’s glare. He opened his mouth wider. Kirishima slid the tip in slowly, watching Bakugo’s lips stretch around the girth.

Bakugo’s jaw ached as he tried to open wider to accommodate his size. Kirishima pushed on his head, his cock slid in deeper, almost touching his throat. He held his head in a tight grip as he slowly thrust in and out of the wet heat.

They built a pace quickly. Bakugo held still and let the redhead use his mouth however he wanted. His throat burned and his eyes shone with unshed tears, but his cock only twitched at the sting.

Kirishima pulled out. His grip in his hair tightened impossibly as he pulled him to his feet.

“Let me take care of you too.”

Bakugo’s eyes drifted from his, hid his face in the crook of his neck. Small kisses trailed down again. Kirishima’s hand, still tangled in his hair, pulled him up to face him.

“Katsuki. Please.” Bakugo closed his eyes.

The next kiss was slow, still hungry, but less animalistic about it. The new pace sent Bakugo wild. His need became stronger, bodies pressed together wasn’t enough, cocks grinding against each other didn’t get him close anymore.

“Eijiro. Hurry up.” The words gritted through his teeth.

“You’re gonna have to do more than that.” Fucking shit. Bakugo’s mind was trying to stay focused, but all he could think about was how Kirishima’s thigh pressed up against his hard on as he ground down onto it.

Kirishima’s hands found his hips and stopped the movement mid thrust. Bakugo’s dick was stuck in the delicious feeling of too much and not enough.

“Fuck you. Just do something.”

Bakugo’s bangs stuck to his forehead. Kirishima brushed them back, stroked his hands down his face. His calloused palm cupped his jaw harshly, made him look straight at him.

“That’s not begging, now, is it?” His voice was cocky, nothing like the sweet Kirishima Bakugo knew. No, he was something else entirely. It made Bakugo’s blood run cold and his toes curl in delight.

Still, he was not going to beg. Not now, not ever. He smirked in response, jerked his face away from his hand.

Kirishima grinned like he just won a fight. Maybe he did. There was a look in his eyes Bakugo couldn’t decipher. Something resembling that look he got when he knew he had won the fight, but it was stronger, hungrier. His eyes darkened.

”I will let you off the hook, just this once. Next time I’m not going so easy on you, understand?” His hoarse voice made Bakugo’s still clothed dick jump. He cocked his head.

Kirishima grabbed his chin again, this time hard enough to leave red fingerprints behind. “I said, do you understand?” His face turned darker, his gaze sent shivers down Bakugo’s spine. Deep inside, he could tell this wasn’t a fight he wanted to win.

Bakugo nodded.

His hands landed on his hips faster than Bakugo could see. The sudden contact made him jump, his cock grinded against the musculed thigh between his legs. Kirishima lifted him higher, made him ground down harder.

The blond’s vision was starting to blur. White hot feeling shot up in his abdomen. His breath came rugged, no rhythmic intervals as he hiccupped through his next inhale. Kirishima grabbed his ass for better grip and pulled him forward on his leg.

“My hands are occupied, take your dick out.”

Bakugo’s shaky hands scrambled to obey. His cock sprang free, leaking at the tip and an angry red. Kirishima balanced him on his leg with one arm around his waist and the other wrapped around both their dicks.

He set a slow pace. It drew Bakugo wild. His hands gripped his biceps for stability. He needed something to hold onto or he was going to fall over the edge sooner than he would like. His thighs were trambling, one leg hicked up around Kirishima’s hip, the other dangling in the air, toes curled, muscles spasming.

“Fuck, Ei, faster.”

Kirishima gripped tighter and kept the same pace. Bakugo snapped his hips up, trying to fuck into his fist but the hand around his waist kept him pressed up against the wall.

“Fucking shit, Eijiro. Fuck you.” Words turned into groans of pleasure mixed with desperation.

Bakugo’s hand slapped Kirishima’s away. His hand wrapped around their cocks, but his fingers didn’t touch fully, leaving some places untouched. It frustrated him to no end. Kirishima just laughed.

Fine, if he wanted it that way, he would get what was coming for him. He jumped down from his leg, landed straight on his knees. He leaned his head back against the wall and grabbed his own leaking cock.

The new pace was just how he liked it, fast and rough. His mouth opened in a pleased groan.

“Show off.”

Kirishima’s hand slid down his body to his neglected cock. Bakugo’s mouth opened, out of reach, teasing. A corner of his lip tilted up in a smirk.

Kirishima’s two fingers stroked over his tip, gathered the precum and held them over Bakugo’s waiting mouth. His tongue lolled out, close but not touching yet.

“You want it?” His hand tipped closer, just grazing. Bakugo’s mouth opened wider. He moaned at the taste.

Kirishima’s hand tangled in the roots of his hair and pulled. The tension kept his head from coming close to Kirishima’s leaking cock. His tongue reached forward, trying to get closer, but to no avail.

His hand stayed stroking lazily while his other hand replaced Kirishima’s. Hot breath fanned his tip, Bakugo thumbed over his slit, smeared the precum pooling there. Thin white string stretched from the tip to his finger as he pulled away and licked his fingers clean.

“You taste like shit. All that protein powder is bad for you.” Yet, he moaned as he sucked harder on his own fingers.

A soaked hand grabbed Kirishima’s dick tighter, his strokes started off fast, not slowing down as Kirishima started meeting him with his thrusts. Strings of precum dripped from his cock. Bakugo’s tongue lapped them all up mid air.

He looked up at him through his eyelashes. His eyes dulled, completely replaced by pools of black. Kirishima looked no better. His mouth hung open, drool escaping from the corner, eyebrows scrunched together, eyes closed shut.

“Look at me.” Kirishima creaked one eye open.

“Look away and I stop. Got it?” The redhead moaned louder. “Answer.”

“Won’t look away, Kat.” His voice was a rough, deep rumble straight from his chest. It made Bakugo’s cock jump up in his hand.

He leaned back a bit more to give him a better view of everything. Kirishima’s breath hitched. Bakugo smirked.

“Come on, Red. Come on my face. Give it to me.”

Kirishima crumbled. His hand which was gripping his own thigh banged on the wall. Bakugo could swear he heard a crack. He leaned on his arm, never breaking eye contact. His thrusts became more erratic, less calculated.

Bakugo felt so close, the pressure building up in his stomach on the verge of snapping. His hand never slowed.

“Come on, Ei. Need you.” He moaned out.

That was Kirishima’s tipping point. He came with a growl. Cum splattered on Bakugo’s face, on the wall behind him, some got in his hair. His mouth wrapped around the tip as the next wave hit.

He came with his mouth filled to the brim with cum. He made a show of swallowing it, opened his mouth to Kirishima, let him watch as the cum stretched from his tongue to the roof of his mouth before swallowing with his mouth still gaping. Kirishima’s softening cock jumped a little.

“Fuck.”

Kirishima sat down next to Bakugo on the floor.

“That was…”

“Yeah.”

No words were needed. Bakugo didn’t want to talk about it yet, maybe never. He just wanted to lay on his bed next to his best friend instead of on the floor with cleaning supplies poking at his back.

“Give me a sec to clean up, I’ll break the door down.”

Bakugo laughed at the irony and shoved one of the clean rugs in his chest.

“You need a shower, fucking stink.”