Thread by @ruingreystreak

Okay but Bakugou immediately starting a fight with Kirishima after they've lost their viriginities together. It's over something, //really// dumb and Katsuki's skin hasn't even had time to stop tingling. Eijirou was expecting post coital cuddling and maybe even a confession--

But instead he's getting Katsuki shakily wiping his own cum off his abs and blurting something hurtful.

"What, I can't even shower by myself now?! Fuck me I guess. My fault for letting a love sick puppy into bed with me."

And yeah, Kirishima gets it. He speaks fluent Bakugou speak. Katsuki doesn't mean shit he's saying. He has a lot of endorphins and fears and now things are real and that's scary and he doesn't know how to say he doesn't want to lose Kiri or whatever it is he's really thinking.

But Kirishima doesn't deserve it. He lost his virginity //too/. He's scared //too.// Katsuki has all the power to break his heart and shit, he's actually trying to.

So he stands there in the open bedroom and waits for an apology.

It comes in true Bakugou fashion. While, Katsuki is standing there with two towels, half way out the door, he says, "Well? Are you coming?"

And normally Kiri would trip over his own feet to follow.

Just like a puppy.

"Uh, nah. I'm good thanks." He lies, still sticky with his cum, cherry lube, and Bakugou's sweat.

Katsuki waits for second by the door. Realization flickers on his face and he knows he fucked up. That Kirishima's hurt.

It could all be solved with an apology. A real one.

But Katsuki has his pride. So he grates, " Fine then." And slams the door closed.

They had sex in Katsuki's room. Probably so the blonde felt more in control. Or maybe so he could kick Kirishima out as soon as they were done.

The pit in Eijirou's stomach only drops lower the longer he stands there.

He better clean up.

So he changes his sheets and readjusts the mattress back into it's rightful spot. He makes the bed, cleans up the spilled lube, and fills his pockets with two discarded condoms and their wrappers (he ripped one when his fingers hardened uncontrollably) and fruit flavored liquid.

He sprays the room down with Katsuki's body spray at the last second. It instantly clogs the room and over powers the scents of sex and sweat.

It looks like he was never here. It smells like it too. That thing they just did never happened.

Kirishima feels hollow.

He grabs his keys and turns off the light as he leaves.

When he gets back to his room, he sits on the edge of the bed. Something's wrong with him. He feels so empty he can't even create a thought in his head.

He just wants to curl up and cry.

Oh. He already is. Okay.

Ei clutches his pillows to his chest and lets out quiet broken sobs. His dick's sore and the side of his neck hurts where Katsuki bit him and his hips are raw from heat burn and it's supposed to be good, those marks are supposed to make him feel good but he's alone and they don't

Not anymore.

He just wants to be held. He feels cold for some stupid reason and Katsuki is usually so warm and his skin is so soft and goddamn, he wants the blonde so bad and it feels like he's never going to be warm again.

Despite it all, Kirishima doesn't regret giving Katsuki his virginity. Honestly, he'd do it again. A hundred times over. He's in love with the blonde and seeing his face as he came? He never wants to see anything else.

He just wishes Katsuki hadn't been so mean to him after.

And yeah, he's said worse shit and Kirishima has laughed it off. Maybe he was just oversensitive after sex.

Or maybe it had something to do with him saying I love you and Katsuki not saying anything back.

Tw: ANGST, LOTS OF ANGST WAIT I FORGOT TO TAG THE BEGINNING

But that's fine. Kirishima's allowed to love him and just as equally Katsuki's allowed to ...not.

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"He went around back," Kirishima shouts into the comm piece in his ear. "DO NOT follow him!"

Of course, Kirishima isn't taking his own advice. They've almost got the villian cornered. He isn't about to let his opportunity slip from his hardened fingers.

He pumps his arms for speed as he rounds the building corner. He sees a flash of blue, the villians cloth mask, and he forces himself to run faster.

As the villian vaults up the side of a building to land effortlessly on the metal fire escape, Kirishima mentally curses.

Why couldn't he have Uravity's quirk? Or Froppy's? Hell, even Ojiro's would be more helpful than his right now.

Screw it.

Kirishima slams his hardened fists and toes into the cement wall of the building just enough to not hurt the structural integrity of the building, but deep enough to allow him to climb to the fire escape.

The villian's actually shocked to see Kirishima still advancing and Kirishima wants to pause and flip him the finger, but that would be rude and he's on duty.

Damn, Katsuki's really rubbing off on him, he thinks with a smile.

They run up the fire escape until Kirishima's breath is bursting out of his lungs and he's swearing he's never doing cardio again.

How many floors is this building?!

Finally they run out of fire escape and the villian grapples to the top of the building and Kirishima's not that far behind.

The top of the building is typical, cement floors and a three foot cement wall to keep you from falling over the very, very tall edge.

There's a few air conditioners, a metal exit door that probably leads inside to an equally long staircase, and not much else.

"I've,,, hhh,, I've got you now!" Kirishima pants, reaching for the quirk cancelling cuffs on his R belt. "Oceanic, you're under arrest!"

Oceanic laughs, and the sound is horrible. He doubles over with it, and says breathlessly, "You haven't got shit, Red Riot. Me on the otherhand? I got you right where I want you."

Which, while it is a totally manly comeback, isn't true.

In a hand to hand fight, Kirishima's going to come out on top. He's graduated from UA. That's four years of hand to hand combat and intense sparring sessions with his best friend the NUMBER FOUR HERO.

And since Oceanic isn't using his quirk to get away, he's likely exceeded the amount of times he can use it before he gets a drink. So as long as Kirishima keeps him away from water, (and thank the gods there hasn't been rain and there's no puddles) Eijirou's gonna win!

Oceanic rushes him then, but Kirishima's expecting it. He dodges the wild punch like it's nothing, /hello, he spars with HEROES/ and tries to slap the cuff around Oceanic's wrist.

Oceanic's slippery, even without his quirk, and manages to knock the cuffs out of Kirishima's hand and send them skittering across the rooftop.

Kirishima dodges another, but better aimed, fist, which is followed by another that Kirishima doesn't catch in time.

Oceanic's fist might just be flesh and bone, but it freaking //hurts// slamming into his mouth. His own teeth work against him, and shred his soft bottom lip. Blood fills his mouth and alright. Fine.

"Fuck this," Kirishima spits. And yep, that's definitely his best friend and roomate's words in his mouth. Kirishima rarely swears, but if there ever was a situation...

Instead of being on the defensive, Kirishima switches into offensive with a swift kick to Oceanic's abs.

He goes flying, just like the cuffs had, and crashes into one of the air conditioners.

He's out. Thank the gods.

Kirishima grumbles as he turns his back and goes to retrieve his cuffs. He wasn't even intending to hit the dude, just block and dodge, but damn.

Oh well. He can hand Oceanic over to the police and worry about a potential brutality charge later.

It was just a kick, so he should be in the clear, but the world was in a real weird place after All Might's retirement and everything that went down with Hawks.

When Kirishima turns, Oceanic is not in the exact same way that he left him.

He's still out, or at least Kirishima thinks so. But he looks different slumped over, like his clothes are weighed down too.

Kirishima steps closer. He bends down to see what the freaking issue is, and when he does he notices.

Oceanic's wet.

"FU--"

Water.

Cold and dark, washes over Kirishima. It's not a sprinkling, or a gallon. It's an ocean, and it's unforgiving.

It's alive. And it's out for blood.

Tw: mentions of drowning, drowning in general but alas do not be scared!

He's afraid of water. Always has been ever since he got his quirk. It's common sense to be afraid of water when you're a stone.

Like it always does when he's flooded with emotions, his bones lock down and turn to cement. His skin sharpens to glass. He weighs heavier and heavier

He's going to sink.

He's going to drown.

He can hold his breath, yeah. For almost four minutes thanks to his quirk training.

But eventually he's going to drown. There's no clawing his way up to the surface, there is no "surface".

Just Oceanic standing in front him with an evil grin bending the water to his will.

Damn.

He's actually going to die.

Oh..

He wishes he would have told Katsuki the truth. He had so many opportunities! At UA, after graduation, hell, this morning when they ate breakfast.

It would have been easy. So easy to say, "Hey. I love you. I've been in love with you since the entrance exam."

It would have felt so good to finally /finally/ get it off his lips.

It's his only regret. If he would have told Katsuki sooner... maybe they could have been together? He knows Katsuki cares about him. He's not blind. He's pretty sure the blonde loves him too.

They could have kissed.

They could have touched.

They could have finally lost their virginities. Kiri knows Katsuki's been holding on to his too.

They could have been married, Kirishima thinks as black spots dance in his eyes and his lungs burn with the need to work.

They would have been happy together.

Kirishima can almost see him now, in his last final moments. His beautifully fluffy hair, his skin tight hero costume with that sinful X that outlines all his hardwork and generous titties.

His hard red eyes.

For some reason the Katsuki in his mind has a black eyes and the hair at his right temple is burnt away in a makeshift shave job but he still looks good.

He always looks good.

Katsuki says something then, probably a confession of his love to send Kirishima away into the unknown void peacefully---

"HEY. LET MY IDIOT GO, YOU LAWN SPRINKLER."

KATSUKI!

HE'S REAL!

Suddenly a burst of bright orange illuminates the water all around Kirishima. Water gives way to beautiful air filled sky.

He can breathe!

Eijirou slams into the rooftop, his hands and knees getting bruised as he drops a good seven feet, but he doesn't care.

He sucks in inhales of air like a dying man (he kinda was) and tries to see through the veil of wet hair to watch Katsuki apprehend Oceanic.

It's over in seconds. Actually, it's kind of embarassing that Katsuki gets him cuffed so fast. But that's the difference between fourth and eighth.

Katsuki hauls Oceanic to his feet and spits on the ground in front of him.

His hands are shaking, Eijirou notices. He's trying hard not to show emotion. His face is eerily blank. Only his eyes, those deep red eyes, show anything at all.

They make Eijirou struggle for breath again.

"You okay?" He rasps.

Eijirou can only nod. Yeah. Yes. Thanks to him. He's safe.

Katsuki's hands quiver.

The muscle ticks in his jaw.

"Let's go." He whispers.

They hand Oceanic over to the police. Katsuki has also aprehended his partner, some chick with a fire quirk an hour before because he's amazing.

They technically have a fourty-three minutes left on patrol, but as soon as the medics tell Kirishima there's no water in his lungs and his lips don't need stitches, Katsuki is dragging him to his car.

He says nothing.

Not even on the drive. He just keeps flexing his jaw. The shaking of his fingers has migrated all the way up to his shoulders.

Kirishima's seen it before. After Kamino. After training once. When he fought with Deku. When he failed the licensing exam.

Katsuki's barely got a hold on his emotions.

He's gonna blow.

Katsuki unlocks their front door, and kicks off his shoes.

And then he waits.

He waits for Kirishima to shut the door. To unlace his boots, and remove his shoulder gears.

And then he attacks.

He lunges, his palms slapping at Kirishima's chest until he stumbles and his back hits the wall.

One of his arms wraps tight around Kirishima's neck. The crease of his elbow flexes and makes it hard for Kirishima to breathe and swallow.

His other hand cranks down hard on Eijirou's hip until he swears his bone creaks. He can feel the heat of Katsuki's hands, hot, too hot, he's definitely igniting his quirk on accident but Kirishima doesn't harden because he wants to feel it.

Katsuki's face buries into his neck and his pants brush wetly across the skin under his ear. "I thought you were gonna die," he says hoarsely, squeezing tighter. "Fuck. I thought.."

Kirishima finally finds the brain power to command his limbs. He slings his arms around Katsuki's back and squeezes back just as tight until he's sure Katsuki's chest is getting pressurized.

He digs his hand into the back of Katsuki's hair and presses his face closer.

They're okay. He's alive.

"Fuck, Eijirou, I..."

It's okay. They're okay.

"And y-you, he had the water and I couldn't s-see your face, fuck, fuck, /fuck/--"

"Hey," Kirishima says softly, drawing Katsuki back, out of the warmth of his neck. "Hey, I'm okay. You're okay. You saved us. You won."

Katsuki exhales, and some of the tension drops from his shoulders. His eyes close, before they open again and land on Kirishima's lips.

Yeah, they're probably pretty fucked right now, all swollen and tinted red. He probably looks gross, wet like a dog, and scraped up--

"I don't give a fuck about the victory," Katsuki says, still looking at his mouth. His words shock Kirishima, because Katsuki ALWAYS cares about winning. "I'm just glad you're okay."

"Oh," falls softly and uselessly from Kirishima's lips. Wow. That's... that's the best thing he's ever been told. "I'm glad you're okay too," he adds, swiping his thumb near the skin that's black purple on the side of Bakugou's face. "You look like it was a hard battle."

"Mhm," Katsuki hums. Is he leaning closer? Is he trying to see the cuts on his mouth?

"They're not that deep." Kirishima informs him. Incase he was rethinking the medics call for no stitches. "I've cut myself worse." Masturbating in his room, trying to keep quiet.

"Do they hurt?" Katsuki asks, his eyes flicking up to Kirishima's.

"Not that bad..."

"Good." Katsuki says, before he's diving down and pressing his lips against the cuts.

Katsuki tastes like fire. Like the way it smells when they go camping together when Katsuki demonstrates his skills by starting a fire with sticks instead of his palms because they're in a forest and it's usually dry.

His mouth is hot, actually warm, and how has Kirishima never had a fantasy involving Katsuki's slightly higher temperature when he's soaking wet?

Katsuki takes his time, kissing Eijirou.

That's not to say that the kiss isn't demanding and fast. It is, it sucks the breath of Kirishima lungs, and makes him feel like he's jumping off a building. He follows each kiss with another, a hotter one, one with more tongue.

It's rough and hot, and still gentle and slow and it's... contradictory. Just like Katsuki himself.

It's perfect.

Katsuki breaks the kiss long enough to pull his shirt over his head. Blonde fluff pops out of the opening when he drags it off and then Kirishima's eyes are trained on his best friend's chest.

God, Katsuki really is perfect.

His pecs are so firm and juicy for his chest. His waist is perfectly snatched, not an ounce of fat, and god, Kirishima hopes he gets to touch and Katsuki isn't just taking his shirt off to even the playing field since Kirishima's hero costume is topless.

All control vanishes from there. Katsuki's hands tangle in his hair and their teeth scrape together.

Legs are wrapped around Kirishima's waist and Eijirou is finally blessedly filling his hands with hot skin.

"Bed," Katsuki rasps against Kirishima's lips. "I want you to take me to bed."

"Yes," Kirishima enthusically agrees, nipping at Katsuki's bottom lip.

"NOW." Katsuki demands, yanking at red hair.

It's messy in the way that the movies never show. They don't effortlessly make their way into bed. Infact, Kirishima trips twice and accidently crashes Katsuki's back into the doorjam because he can't see around him.

He has absolutely no idea where to go, because they both have their own bedrooms. Would Katsuki be more comfortable in his room? But... Eijirou has lube in his room. And then there's the couch and the kitchen table and is now the time he supposed to be spontaneous?

Thankfully, Katsuki's in tune to his thoughts and solves it all. "My room." He choses.

Kirishima only continues his awkward shuffle when they get inside. He drops Katsuki to the bed gently, and as the blonde unsnaps his pants, Kirishima kicks his own to his ankles.

Bakugou looks fantastic naked. His cock is everything Kirishima's ever imagined, long and thick towards the middle and flushed a pretty pink.

Kirishima stumbles toward him. He ends up stepping on his house keys. They've fallen from his discarded pants to jab into his flesh.

He picks them up and tosses them to the dresser so he doesn't stab himself again.

And then he's in the bed. In the bed with Bakugou Katsuki. The love of his life.

He kisses his way up Bakugou's legs, starting with a soft kiss to his ankle. He trails his mouth up, his tongue laving the way, until his shoulders are between Katsuki's thighs and he's hovering over the dick he very much wants in his mouth.

Eijirou's about to stick his tongue out and slurp Katsuki's dick into his mouth like a lollipop when Katsuki's moves backwards to pull something out of his bedside drawer.

The search has flipped Katsuki from laying on his back to resting on his knees and now instead of a pretty cock Eijirou's looking straight at Katsuki's generous ass as he fumbles around.

Not wanting to miss an opportunity twice, Kirishima's fingers clutch pale mounds and spread.

Holy shit.

"Damn, Katsuki," Kirishima whispers reverently, pressing his thumbs against puckered skin. "You're so small and cute."

"FUCK. OFF." Katsuki throws over his shoulder, trying to move away from Kirishima. A red flush has taken over his shoulders.

It's adorable.

Eijirou wraps an arm around Katsuki's waist to keep him in place. He fights it, because he's Bakugou, but it's not with any real effort.

He's hairless here too, just like the skin above his dick. Soft. Pink.

"You shave?" Kirishima asks, even though he knows the question is out of place. They're supposed to be having We-Almost-Died-Sex. Eijirou isn't supposed to be taking the time to ask questions.

"No." Katsuki barks, trying to scissor his legs closed. "It's my quirk, fuck, Kirishima don't just fuckin' stare--"

So he doesn't.

He licks instead. Which makes Katsuki //howl.//

Kirishima presses his tongue in only after a couple licks across. At just the tip, Katsuki tenses up, and does a full body shudder, before he collapses bonelessly into the mattress with a moan.

His hands smack at Kirishima's forehead on their way into his hair.

For a second, despite his obvious pleasure, he thinks Katsuki's going to push him away. But then Katsuki's pulling him forward, wordlessly begging for his tongue to spear deeper, and Kiri can't stop his moan against Katsuki's hole as his face is shoved closer.

"FUuuuuuckkkkk," Katsuki groans, his shoulders arching. "Godfuckingdamn, your fucking /teeth/-"

Kirishima's trying his best to just use lips and tongue, but admittedly he's never done this before. He just wants to taste more, to make Bakugou's thighs crush him, to lick, lick--

When he pulls Katsuki's thigh to rest on his shoulder and sucks at his rim, Katsuki convulses with a choked scream.

Eijirou rips his mouth from Katsuki's sweetness, because holy fuck did the blonde just CUM?!

When he peers between Katsuki legs he sees his eyes are full of overstimulated tears caught on his long lashes, not spilling over, not yet.

His cheeks are flushed, and he's covered in a layer of sweat.

His mouth is wet. Fuck, there's so much drool on his face. It's obscene.

Eijirou flips him over and looks lower, to his fluttering abs. Honestly he's surprised to see they're not soaked in pearly cum.

And then he sees why.

Katsuki's fingers are wrapped tight around the base of his cock. His dick is red and it looks painful, the way precum squeezes out of the tip.

He stopped himself from coming.

He's panting, his breath sawing out and Kirishima wants to kiss him senseless.

"Was gonna cum," Katsuki swallows.

"I want you to. Fuck, I want it so bad."

Katsuki shivers at the rough words. "No. Get some fingers in me first. Then we'll see."

"Hmmm." Kirishima hums, leaning down to lick the tip of Katsuki's dick. He watches the blonde's eyes roll back and he grins. "You'd be so relaxed if you came. I could get in you easier."

Katsuki gives a shaky laugh. "Why do you make it sound like such a feat?"

Kirishima grins into his thigh, and places a kiss there before he goes to his knees and yanks down the waistband of his underwear.

His dick slaps heavy against his belly button with a /twack/, precum smearing on the skin above it.

At the reveal, Katsuki goes to his hands and lifts his chest forward. His mouth drops open and nothing sounds but a strangled cry.

"JESUS FUCK, EIJIRO." He finally gets out. Kirishima's face flushes with heat. "You gotta be cousins with a donkey or something. Fuck. That's gonna rip me in half."

Kirishima brushes a hand down his length self consciously. Oh.

He's never considered that his dick could be freakish or too big. He looked pretty average compared with the porn he watched?

His shoulders fall. Maybe Katsuki would still let him finger him or something?

Katsuki falls back and shoots Eijirou a grin. "Alright, fine. Make me cum. You better stretch me out good before you get that monster near me." He holds up his hand and folds down his thumb. "I'm talking all four fucking fingers, asshole."

"You're still gonna let me?!" Kirishima shouts excitedly.

Katsuki laughs. "FUCK YEAH. Try to stop me. I wanna feel you in my lungs."

Ei tosses Bakugou's legs back over his shoulders and goes to his previous position of licking Katsuki until his tongue goes numb.

He can feel the way Katsuki's walls spasm against his tongue, and even though they had a conversation Eijirou can tell by the blonde's whimpers it won't take long to get him back to where he was.

There's a generous amount of spit covering Katsuki's crack, but it's not lube.

Kirishima pulls away, tasting Katsuki on his lips. A bottle if lube and condoms are shoved against his chest and Kirishima struggles to not drop them on Katsuki's dick.

The lube looks nothing like the kind that Kirishima has and he regards it curiously.

He hadn't really gotten a good look at the lube section at the pharmacy because he was embrassed enough to be buying lubricant for his lonely masturbation sessions from a woman who looked like Recovery Girl. So honestly he'd grabbed the first bottle that said water-based.

Katsuki's lube though, looks expensive. It's not in a cylinder like his, but in a pink tinted sphere that has a plastic stem for a spout.

It's a cherry.

Holy fuck, it's FLAVORED.

Katsuki has flavoured lube.

"Cherry?" He asks nervously, just to fill the silence.

"Yeah. Don't fucking judge me."

"I'm not!" Kirishima says quickly as he pours some of the liquid on his fingers. He rubs them together, smiling at the smoothness.

He doesn't give Katsuki any warning. Mainly because he didn't think about doing it or he would have verbally prepped Katsuki before he physically prepped him.

He just gently, presses the tip of his index finger in his hole.

Katsuki tenses up but he drives his hips down, trying to take more, even though Eijirou is trying to shake their fast, frantic pace from eariler.

He doesn't want to rush this. He wants to take his time, wants to make it good for Katsuki so he might think about doing this again.

"Is this okay?" Kirishima asks, sinking his finger all the way in. He leans over Katsuki, watches the way his pupils devour all color in his iris's. His breath wheezes out from his lips as he nods.

Kirishima squirts some lube directly where he needs it and then focuses on stretching Bakugou out. The tip of his second finger presses in and Katsuki's cock jumps on his abs.

There's a puddle under his cock, small but encouraging. Eijirou twists his fingers with a smile.

"Fuck you. More," Katsuki breathes, his own hand picking up his cock to slowly slide his fist up and down it. Kirishima wants to do that too, wants to be responsible for all of Bakugou's pleasure but he feels like he's gonna pass out with just two fingers in him.

Kirishima teases a third, and Katsuki's hips shoot up into his fist. His head kicks back, his mouth opens, and he lets out a cry that has Kirishima squeezing his cock between his thighs hard just to calm down.

"Make me come," he demands, fucking up into his hand harder. "Make me fucking come, Eijirou!"

"Oh fuck," Kirishima whispers. Katsuki looks so desperate for it. Like he'll die if he doesn't get to come. It's so sexy.

Kirishima glances down, just to see how his three fingers look disappearing into Katsuki. His hole is squeezing him so tight he /swears/ he's starting to feel pinprinks in the digits from the cut off of circulation.

And that's when he sees it.

He's so into the moment he almost doesn't register it. But yep. That's //definitely// his shark socks on his feet. He forgot to take off his socks.

He knows the rules. He's read magazines. The worst thing a guy can do is leave his socks on during sex.

He's ruining Katsuki's perfect first time!

Kirishima tries to lean down with one hand as he brings up his leg. His fingers catch on the lip of his sock and as he struggles to pull the material down, the fingers of his other hand shift in Katsuki.

He's too busy trying to fix his fashion mistake to notice Katsuki's melted, "o-oh." And the way he sags into the comforter. Even his hand stops jacking him off as Kirishima's fingers press into new spots.

And yet, Eijirou doesn't notice. He wrestles his sock free and tosses it, all while Katsuki lets out a frustrated groan as Eijirou's fingers go back to the spot they were in before he hunched over.

"Ei," Katsuki begs, with big eyes. "Fuck, I... again, /please/." He almost rips Kirishima's hair out as he pulls him to his lips. "Please, Eiji, /please./ I've never... fuck..."

Kirishima isn't sure what Katsuki's saying. He's never... what? Never taken three fingers?

Kirishima kisses him until Katsuki collaspes and then he shifts down without removing his fingers.

He still as one sock to remove. Then they can really get into the best parts.

"Yessssssssss," Katsuki groans, as soon as Kirishima starts the removal of his second sock. His head lulls to the side and spit wets his bottom lip. "Fuck," he says quietly. "How do you do-/fuck/-"

The walls pressing against Kirishima's fingers flutter. Katsuki's ass is begging for that last finger. As soon as he gets it in, his dick will be next.

Katsuki breath quickens. It sounds like he's building up for a shout. His legs close and open.

He plants his feet on the bed and uses them to buck upwards, again and again.

"Gonna come," he gasps, his eyes so freaking bright. "Kiri, 'm gonna come,"

Abandoning his sock instantly, Kirishima slaps his hand against Katsuki's stomach and pushes. Effectively pinning him down and adding pressure to both sides of Katsuki's body.

"K-kiri, f-fuck, fuck, shit--"

Kirishima swallows trying to wet his mouth. He wants Katsuki to come. He wants to see it. He wants to see him come all over himself.

"Do it. Fucking come for me Katsuki, so I can fit my cock."

This time he watches as Katsuki falls apart. He can feel it now, the rub of his prostate, and he aims for it perfectly, as Katsuki slobbers all over himself and his hands pop against Kirishima's hips.

When he cums it's with a wheeze and not a scream like Kirishima would have thought. Maybe he's just so shocked that Kirishima found his prostate, or made him come at all, because when Katsuki's eyes shoot unseeing toward the ceiling he's way quieter than expected.

Happily, Kirishima notes that Katsuki wasn't even touching his dick anymore. Eijirou made him cum all on his own, just by his fingers!

Katsuki's cock shoots cum up his chest and neck. Kirishima's eyebrows raise as Katsuki jerks with every line of semen, soft groans in between each one.

The pressure against his fingers twitches but relaxes a little. He's not four fingers in, but it's time.

Slowly he drags his fingers out.

He's doing this. Taking Katsuki's virginity.

His hands shake when he grabs one of the condoms. His stupid quirk activates against his will and GREAT.

He shreds the latex just as he's pulling it out.

Katsuki sees his frustration and bats his hand away with a warm smile. He's entirely relaxed when he picks up the other condom. He doesn't look nervous at all, when he rips the wrapper open with his teeth.

"Come here," he says. "Let me put this condom on your huge dick."

It's tight around him, tight enough that he knows it's going to leave a ring around the base of his cock long after they're done but he doesn't say anything.

One, it feels too good to have Katsuki's hand on him as he sheaths his cock.

Two, he knows some unmanly men use the "The condom doesn't fit" line to get unprotected sex and he doesn't want Katsuki to be uncomfortable.

And three, he's hoping, PRAYING to any God that will listen, that the tight constriction will help him from blowing his load too fast.

"Is this okay," Kirishima asks again, as he uses more lube and lifts Katsuki thigh to hook on his hip. He reaches down, practically hyperventilating, as he lines them up perfectly.

All he has to do is press in.

"Do it." Katsuki commands. Even on the bottom it feels like he's the one in charge.

Kirishima buries his face in Katsuki's neck and squeezes his eyes shut. He can do this. He's not going to embarass himself.

Oh //fuck//. He's IMMEADITELY going to embarass himself.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck--

Katsuki's hole sucks at his tip like a warm wet mouth. His hips buck inside without his permission, and another inch pushes inside.

Kirishima's breaking a sweat at the /warmth/, at the tightness.

Nothing he's ever done in life could possibly prepare him for this ecstasy.

"Is this okay?" He asks again, because he has to. He presses his hips in more, works even more in, and Katsuki cries out.

"Is it okay?" He asks when he's halfway inside, kissing Katsuki's neck and feeling his moans.

"Fuck, are you okay? Is this okay?" Eijirou asks when he draws back to see Katsuki's face. The tears in his eyes have long since fallen to his cheeks and the eyeliner from his hero costume tracks black lines down his jaw.

He nods though, his hands coming up to cup the sides of Kirishima's face. He closes his eyes as he rocks his hips and fully takes the last bit of Kirishima's giant cock.

He moans, shock and pleasure warring in his expression.

It's damn near impossible not to immediately adapt a fast, hard pace for maybe three thrusts before he no doubt comes wildly inside his best friend. But Eijirou manages. Barely.

Only because Katsuki distracts him, with those damn tears and his whispered, "D-don't look at me."

"Fuck you," Eijirou says, repeating Katsuki's prevous words much more softly. "I love looking at you. Especially now." He admits.

He slowly draws his hips back, and Katsuki doesn't let him go far, his nails digging into his skin like he's trying to stop him from pulling out.

Which Kirishima never wants to do.

He rocks back in, to show Katsuki what he's planning, and Katsuki nods frantically.

He knows he's not going to have time to make Katsuki come from his prostate alone, not with his cock throbbing with the need to come and his balls already drawing up.

So he reaches down to jerk Katsuki off, but fuck, it's so good, everything feels and sounds so good that his arm gives out under him and he barely stops himself from crushing Katsuki under him.

"Sorry," he spits, mad at himself for not being able to be a man and fuck Katsuki like he wants to. He pushes himself back up and slams inside Katsuki deep enough to punch the breath out of his lungs.

Katsuki's hazy expression wobbles for a second as he meets Eijirou's thrust. His forehead scrunches before he clearly decides something..

Terrified that Katsuki's about to tell him to stop, Eijirou tries to make the last few seconds count as he rubs his thumb over Katsuki's tip.

If he can make him come..

Katsuki lifts himself up and Kirishima fumbles to apologize again for collapsing, but Katsuki just pushes him to the side.

He does it all effortlessly, pushing Kiri onto the bed and settling on his lap, all without removing Eijirou's cock from his ass.

It's impressive and hot as hell as Katsuki brings his knees up to Eijirou's waist. He watches Eijirou's face as he drags himself up until his hole teases the tip and slams himself down to the base.

He looks like an angel riding Kirishima's cock like it's his job.

He's loud now, with a cock deep inside of him. He doesn't hold back any sounds as he lifts himself up and drops his weight down.

Katsuki grabs Eijirou's hands and puts them on his own hips, covering them with his warm palms and encouraging Eijirou to set the pace.

"Fuck me, Ei." He gasps, his hair tickling his shoulders as he throws his head back. "F-fuck-- your stupid cock is so fucking -ah- shit-"

"Good?" Kirishima gasps, grinding deep inside Katsuki on the upwards thrust. "Is it good, Katsuki?"

He doesn't need words to confirm it. He knows his cock is batteting that spot that makes Katsuki's eyes roll back because he can see the blonde's toes curling and his hips wriggling away from sensitivity.

His hole is rippling across Kirishima's shaft with every slide.

Oh fuck. He's gonna come.

He quickly sits up, desperate to move Katsuki faster. He puts his hands under Katsuki's ass and bounces him, fast, faster, faster,,, fuck

"Eijirou," Katsuki sobs, looking down at Kirishima as his teeth bites into his collarbone. His eyes are completely blown and he looks wrecked. "Ei," he pants.

Kiri sees it then. Or maybe he convinces himself he does.

In the moment, he's sure it's plastered across Bakugou's face--that emotion he's never said out loud. He knows it because it's the same emotion on his own face. Love. Katsuki's looking down at him with love.

"I love you," Kirishima blurts, hips picking up speed and sliding his cock impossibly deeper. "Fuck, Katsuki, I love you."

His words are a broken dam once he's said them. The floodgates are open an he can't stop even if he wanted to.

Katsuki's fingers burn into his skin and he's gonna come. His cock is red and leaking on his abs, slapping against his skin and the teasing friction is too much on his clearly sensitive tip.

"I love you," Kirishima gasps as Katsuki comes, his teeth sinkng into the side of Eijirou's neck to stop his scream. Cum splashes up their chests as his cock kicks, trapped between them

Kirishima almost blacks out at the bite. It feels good, it hurts and its real and he loves it

When he follows, he fills up the condom with cum until it feels tight and ready to burst. He thrusts until it hurts to move, sprinkling kisses to Katsuki's flushed skin.

He grabs the base of the condom as they collaspe backwards and gently pulls his cock free from Katsuki.

He ties it off as best as he can for the first time tying one, and tosses it to the side before drawing Katsuki close.

Fuck.

That was amazing.

Katsuki's still so freaking hot, and now he's soaked in sweat. It's no surprise when he flips to his back, space between them but their shoulders touching, as they both struggle to breathe.

Kirishima tries to think of something cool to say. Something manly and romantic but the legit only two things that come to mind are, "That was freaking amazing" and "when can we do it again".

Bakugou clearly knows the first, since he came twice, and Eijirou doesn't think he'd appreciate the second when he's still coming down from his orgasms and likely already sore from taking dick.

So he just hums and nuzzles his face into blonde spiky hair.

Wow, almost dying today was the best thing that's ever happened to him.

Okay well, not the best maybe, but it led to the best so it still counts!

"Hey, are you hungry?" Kirishima says when he's finally caught his breath. We can order some takeout and watch a movie!" He grins. "It can be our first official date as boyfriends!"

"Boyfriends," Katsuki echoes.

"Yeah, man! So whatcha thinking? Tofu? Udon? Sushi?" Kirishima's stomach rumbles as if to make his point.

Katsuki sits up so fast he must get dizzy, because he presses his hand to his forehead. "Fuck. I need a shower."

Kirishima sits up too. A shower sounds like it could be fun with Katsuki.

"Oh! Can I come too? We can share hot water you know, to be efficient."

Katsuki leaps away from him like the beds on fire. All his relaxation from earlier is gone as he jerks an absent tshirt and shakily wipes the cum off his abs.

"What, I can't even shower by myself now?!" He tosses the now wet shirt to the bed. "Fuck me I guess. My fault for letting a love sick puppy into bed with me."

As Kirishima reels backwards from the verbal slap, Katsuki opens some drawers to grab his towels.

Kirishima has never really understood why Katsuki doesn't put his towels in the closet with the rest of them, but now he thinks maybe it's Katsuki's way of keeping distance.

Maybe a small way he can use to tell himself they're just roommates. Not a couple.

Katsuki sighs at the doorway, holding two towels. "Well? Are you coming?"

Kirishima answers, and Katsuki's sharp "Fine, then." echoes in the room long after the door shuts.

×××××××××××

Katsuki fully plans on showering. That's why he brought his fucking towel.

But as he jerks the knob to the hottest setting and the water bursts out of the showerhead and splashes against porcelain he... can't.

Water.

Fucking //water.//

Kirishima almost drowned today.

Katsuki almost wasn't fast enough.

Katsuki sinks to the bathroom floor and pulls his knees to his chest.

He almost died. Kirishima almost //died.//

He hadn't. But he'd come so close.

Katsuki has never in his life felt the degree of fear he had on that rooftop. Not when All Might fought AFO or when he and Deku fought Apokalypso.

Not when he lost his quirk for three days and not when a villian blew up his car.

No. Losing Kirishima, the mere //thought// of it, was the single most terrifying thing Katsuki could imagine.

So why the fuck had he pushed Eijirou away after they //finally// hooked up?

He was a goddamn idot.

But his skin had itched with oversensitivity. Everything had felt raw on his nerves and fuck, he's never even come close to having a prostate orgasm, or even finding the damn thing on his own, and...

And....

And Kirishima had said he loved him.

Had he said it because of the adrenaline? The Holy- Fuck- I- Almost- Died running through his veins?

He's had //years// to say it and he never has. So why today? Why now?

This was Eijirou, afterall. Eijirou, who must have asked Katsuki a dozen goddamn times if he was okay. Who definitely announced his love at least five times.

Eijirou wouldn't take it back in the morning.

He //wouldn't.//

Well, he wouldn't have if Katsuki wasn't such a fucking ass.

He has to apologize. Goddamn what kind of asshole takes someones virginity and then immeaditely calls them a love sick puppy?!

Fuck, when he gets back in the room, he's gonna let Kirishima punch him in the mouth.

Or maybe give him another black eye.

He deserves it.

Katsuki shuts off the water and runs his hand through his hair. Oh yeah. His hair got burned today. He's gonna have to get that shit fixed. Not now of course. Now he's only concerned with wiping off cum and lube and hurrying back to his room.

It's... empty.

His room is empty. Infact, it's cleaner than it was before he even left for patrol. There's no sign of Kirishima, or the condoms and it makes his chest //hurt.//

Katsuki realizes he's having a panic attack too late. His room, barren of Kirishima, feels like a slap to the face. Which he deserves, of course. But it still sucks.

Had Kirishima already decided to pretend it didn't happen? Decide that Katsuki wasn't worth the trouble?

Irrationally, Katsuki's brain screams that maybe it was all a dream. Maybe he was too late to that rooftop, and he didn't save Kirishima in time.

Maybe it was a delusion and none of it was real.

Katsuki's lungs are screaming when he runs to Kirishima's door. He's about a second from passing out--what if he was too late, what if it was dream.

He knows logically, it wasn't. His ass is sore as fuck, and he /knows/ it happened. But logic has no place in his head for once.

He throws open Kirishima's door so desperately, the other knob goes through the drywall. Kirishima sits up in bed at the destruction, a pillow clutched to his chest.

He's been crying, his eyes are red, and Katsuki's scared that means he regrets it all.

"KATSUKI. WHAT THE FUCK."

He's real. He's real and it happened and Katsuki hasn't told him he loves him yet.

Katsuki almost runs toward Eijirou. He doesn't, because that would look pathetic, but it's close. Kirishima watches him, breath stuttering, and he looks ready to flinch away.

When he's in proximity, he leans down, eyes boring into Kirishima's. He watches him as presses their lips together.

It's meant to be an apology, but kissing Kirishima is like crack cocaine, and Katsuki can't stop himself immediately.

Kirishima doesn't help things, sighing into the kiss, and pulling Katsuki in by the back of his neck.

"'m sorry," he whispers against Kirishima's mouth, sucking his bottom lip.

"I know," Kirishima murmers, falling backwards and dragging Katsuki on top of him.

Katsuki closes his eyes, and presses his forehead into Kiri's.

He doesn't deserve someone so perfect but he's gonna take him anyway because he's selfish.

"I love you." He finally confesses. The words are easier to say than he thought, so he says them again. "I love you, Ei."

Kirishima's throat makes a choked sound and he throws his arms around Katsuki's neck and squeezes. "Oh god," he sobs. "This is the best day of my life. I love you."

Katsuki chcukles, and pulls back to thumb at the bite mark on Kirishima's neck. He has no memory of even doing that, damn. "Even though I was an ass?" He asks gently.

"Yeah." Eijirou smiles. "Always when you're an ass." His knuckles thump into his shoulder softly. "Doesn't mean I'll always let you get away with it though. It still hurts."

"I know. Everything was just... I felt.. it was alot." He decides on. "I was scared, and I++

+++ almost lost you. And then, I... fuck. I've never felt anything remotely like what you made me feel. You made me cum twice, Ei. In the span of like seven minutes."

Ei laughs. "Are you trying to blame my good dick game for your attitude? Also..." his cheeks brighten. "/Seven/+

+minutes might be a little generous. I think I probably lasted four."

"It was good, Ei." Katsuki says, his eyes dropping down to half mast. "Real good."

"Yeah?" He asks, teeth finding his lip again. "You think you.... maybe might want to do it again?"

"Hell yes."

Kirishima's grin almost stretches to his eyes it's so big. "Cool."

Katsuki rolls his eyes fondly and shoves at Kirishima shoulder. "Alright. Scoot over and hand me your phone. We got food to order. Shitty Hair."

Eijirou lets out a snort. "That's /you/ right now actually." He snarks, fingers gesturing to Katsuki's burned temple. "And.. it's okay. If you need space or whatever. I know I'm alot. And today was a lot and--"

Katsuki's hand presses against Eijirou's mouth and stops his words.

"Ei. It was a one time thing, I swear. I want you the way you are. Always." He mives his head. "Don't hold back. I want you to suffocate me, yeah? Seriously. You're my boyfriend. I fucking want you. All of you. Forever."

This time when Katsuki makes Eijirou cry, it's a good thing. And maybe, just maybe, Katsuki tears up too.

Neither of them expected the day to end like this, but even with a villian attack, they're thankful.

And more importantly, they're together.

Forever.

❤

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