“You can’t do this again!” Kirishima shouted, losing his coolwoth Bakugou, for perhaps the very first time in their friendship. “You scared the fuck out of me!” If Bakugou cared to look closely, he’d see tears of frustration and fear welling up in Kirishima’s eyes. (You know who it is ♥️)
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Bakugou scowled at the other, hissing at the pain in his over-taxed arms. He knew he’d pushed it, obviously, but he was fucking fine! He didn’t get why shitty hair was so upset.
“It’s fine, asshole!” he hissed, struggling to sit up, “I’m gonna be a hero, that means getting hurt!” Then he saw the tears and winced. Christ was it that bad? Ugh now he felt like a dick.
“It’s…fine or whatever…I’m okay.”
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“Maybe. Or maybe I just like watching you take my pants off.” He said with a wolfish grin, using his leverage in Bakugou’s hair to tilt his head back a bit and kiss along his jawline briefly. Before too long though, he was pulling back and dragging off his boxers, making it obvious how much he was already enjoying himself.
He grinned and dropped to his knees, kissing over Bakugou’s hips and following the waistband of his boxers down as they drug over his thighs, pulling them off of Bakugou and taking his time doing it.
He dropped them next to his own and grinned up at his boyfriend, holding his waist with a strong grip, though not enough to hurt.
Part of Bakugou hated the fact that Kirishima knew what hot shit he was. The rest of him knew his boyfriend was hot shit and reveled in the fact that this hot motherfucker was all his.
He ran his own fingers through Kirishima’s bright red hair and bent forward to kiss him, pressing into his hands.
There was a part of him that craved it when Kirishima, gentle, sunshine Kirishima, got rough with him. He was definitely visibly enjoying himself as well, sighing against his lips before pulling back and walking towards the showers. “Might let you wash my back if you hurry the fuck up,” he teased, smirking wide at him.
Kiri kisses back with a passion, hand moving up to cradle Bakugou’s face before he so rudely stood up.
“Oh, yes sir.” He purred, grinning as he stood and followed his lover back towards the showers furthest from the doors. His smile widened watching Bakugou walk; god, his ass went unappreciated by everybody else.
He came up behind his boyfriend as he entered the shower, wrapping his arms around his waist from behind and kissing along his shoulders, having to bend down a bit to reach comfortably.
Bakugou sighed happily as those arms came around him, tilting his head back to kiss underneath Kirishima’s jawline.
“Mm doesn’t seem like you wanna get a lot of washing done, Ei,” Bakugou murmured softly, dragging his teeth over his ear before turning in his grip, running his palms over his boyfriend’s chest.
He backed up till the cool tile pressed to his back, Kirishima standing over him and he smirked. “Your dirty fuckin’ mind probably wants to do a lot of other things instead,” he teased, licking his lips.
“We can wash after, huh?” Kiri murmered, too preoccupied by Bakugou’s neck to care much about speaking up. He pressed his lover’s hips up against his own and leaned an elbow against the wall beside Bakugou’s head, ducking down to kiss along his lover’s jaw and neck, nipping with his teeth once or twice.
“Say the word and I’ll make you scream for it, Katsuki.” Kiri purred, all semblance of a joking tone gone, replaced by a desperate desire to make Bakugou melt in his arms. “Anything dirty little thing you want from me and it’s yours.” He was riled up from the battle, and god if that wasn’t coming out in his heated expression and wandering hands.
Bakugou gasped at the feeling, looping one leg loosely around Kirishima’s waist. Fuck that was unfair. It was so fucking unfair. His fucking horn dog boyfriend was making everything in him shiver with need. And he was fucking loving every little inch of it.
“Ei,” he moaned out, tugging at his hair and lifting himself up, trusting Kirishima to hold him steady. He could always trust his lover. Could count on him to hold him no matter what. “Big talk,” he panted out, licking his lips, “let’s see you make me beg, babe.”
He wanted to see what that looked like.
