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Kirishima isn't what you'd call “fat” but rather he's thicc , with two c’s.
At least, that's what all those dumbasses say about him.
To Bakugou though, he was simply his best friend and yeah maybe he does make fun of how big his ass is sometimes but he doesn't mean anything mean by it. Not at all. And just because he's allowed to poke fun at Kirishima doesn't fucking mean anyone else is. Some purple haired short fuck found out the hard way when Bakugou knocked him out into next year after he heard him making comments about what a “fat ass” his Kirishima was. He took special pleasure in making him cry and apologize to Kirishima who hadn't even heard what the fucker said about him.
After that though, word spread and no one dared to say shit about Kirishima again.
Plus, if anyone fucking looked they'd see that Kirishima was fucking built. He's soft of course, a beautiful layer of fat that makes him jiggle a bit here and there in all the right places, but mostly he's fucking solid. A goddamn brick house with thighs that could crush mortals and tits that anyone should gladly sign up to be smothered by.
Fuck.
He's thinking weird shit again. Bakugou drags himself out of his own head, attempting to shake the thoughts away. It isn't cool to think those things about your friends, he knows it...it's just difficult. Very, very difficult. Luckily for him though, Kirishima dresses like he's a homeless thug. He's always wearing pants and hoodies that are way too big, making him appear shapeless and sloppy. But with this body not on display it's a lot easier for Bakugou to pretend he doesn't think about him
that
way. The way that should probably get him sent to jail for thinking such explicitly filthy thoughts about his clueless best friend.
"Bakubro!"
The familiar voice makes him jump just as he looks up to see Kirishima making his way over to him. Bakugou sets his face right, hoping there isn't a blush on his face as he tries to ignore his previous train of thought. Kirishima slams down onto the bench next to him, fanning a white envelope in his face. "Read it and weep," he grins, handing it to him.
The envelope had already been ripped along the seam and Bakugou pulled out the papers folded inside.
It's an ancestry DNA test and Bakugou stares at it in confusion. "The fucks this shit?"
Kirishima rolls his eyes, sighing dramatically as he does, snatching the paper back and folding it to a page he wants Bakugou to read. "I already told you, but apparently you don't listen." He pokes at a graph that Bakugou doesn't understand. "Okay, a few months back for my birthday my moms got me this dna test kit."
"Kirishima you dumbass,” Bakugou interjects. “You already know you are adopted.”
"Duh, Bakugou,” Kirishima groans. “God. No, this thing tells you like what your nationality is."
Bakugou's eyebrows raise in interest as he stares at the graph with new understanding.
Okay, that's pretty cool.
"You know, since we don't know what my birth parents were like, now I've kind of got an idea.
And dude look at
this
." He pokes at the highest bar and even Bakugou can't help but gasp when he reads the results.
At 54.9%, Kirishima is over half Scottish.
"What in the fuck?!" Bakugou asks, half laughing as he does. "Like that Braveheart fucker?"
Kirishima squinted at him. "What's that?"
Rolling his eyes, Bakugou pokes Kirishima in the side, grinning when the other man squeals. "I shouldn't be surprised I've got to be the one to educate you on your own people. C'mon, let's go to my room."
By the time they are finished watching the movie, Kirishima is fucking pumped. He's all excited as he Google searches random factoids about Scotland and it's people and it's really fucking cute how happy he looks. It makes Bakugou feel soft and giddy for him, even more so than he already was. "I'm really happy for you Ei," Bakugou tells him after Kirishima shows him a picture of some medieval looking bagpipes.
Kirishima grins at him, the act making Bakugou’s stomach drop or do backflips he doesn't really fucking know but it's weird and nice at the same time. "It just feels good to know where my family comes from. I know my moms are my family but like... I don't know it's just, different ya know?"
Bakugou nods, bumping his shoulder against him in solidarity.
He's just happy to see him happy.
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It's a few weeks later when Kirishima calls him on the phone.
He shouldn't be so excited to see his face light up his screen but he is and it's fucking annoying. He isn't used to feeling feelings and it's gross and foreign and he doesn't want to think about it. "What do you want?" He grunts into the receiver when he presses the green phone button, trying his best to sound chill and not totally thrilled at all that Kirishima called him.
"Yo. Uh, so there's a Scottish festival in town tomorrow. Do you maybe want to come with me?"
"Just us?" Bakugou asks, suddenly bolting to sit upright in bed.
"Yeah dude, is that okay?"
Bakugou mutes his phone so he can scream into his pillow.
He's gone out with Kirishima alone on countless occasions but ever since he's kind of sort of started to realize to himself that maybe he
likes
him, it just feels different. It feels like it could be a date. He almost asks, but doesn't want to be weird about it. Plus, Bakugou isn't entirely sure
how
he feels about Kirishima anyway if he's being honest. Just that he actually wants to hangout with Kirishima all the time and hates him least out of everyone on the planet and he also thinks Kirishima is super fucking attractive and would be willing to kill a man just to kiss his stupid mouth. Or whatever. He'll deal with that shit later.
"Course it's fine,” Bakugou says as nonchalantly as possible, which is fairly difficult considering he’s pretty sure his heart is literally hammering in his throat. “You're the only person I can stand anyway.” He realizes his admission the second it leaves his dumb mouth and he angrily slaps his own forehead a few times before spitting out a rushed, “Text me the info and I'll talk to you later."
"Awesome dude! Goodnight Kats!"
"G'night Eiji."
When the call ends, Bakugou throws himself back onto his bed, clutching his phone to his chest as he stares at the ceiling and without anyone there to see, he smiles.
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Bakugou is fiddling with the rolled sleeve of his button down, nervously adjusting it to make sure it was perfectly in sync with the other. And no, he didn't just choose this shirt because Kirishima happened to say he looked good in it once. He just liked dark blue, okay? Sighing impatiently he stops fucking with his sleeve to check his phone again.
He didn't understand why Kirishima insisted on meeting him here instead of going together. Fuck. Maybe this wasn't a date? The idea pissed him off but it's not like he asked for it to be. Shit, maybe he should have grown the balls and asked Kirishima to make this a date last night.
Whatever.
Either way, Kirishima was supposed to be here by now, but he's already almost ten minutes late and with a sinking feeling in his stomach Bakugou wonders briefly if he's about to be stood up.
No.
Kirishima would never do that to him....right?
He checks the time again, wondering if he maybe should call but decides against it, not wanting to come off as needy and pathetic as he felt. Someone suddenly calls his name and when he jerks his head to look up from his phone, he nearly chokes on his own spit.
Kirishima finally showed up alright and he was dressed to kill. His target? Fucking Bakugou Katsuki, apparenly.
His beefy torso was covered in a cream-colored-and-wide-the-fuck-open linen shirt. Or maybe it was a tunic? Either way it didn't fucking matter because Bakugou's main focus was on Kirishima’s goddamn tits that were on full fucking display for once. Bakugou knew he was staring, but hell he was too weak to help it. Kirishima’s chest was a goddamned massive masterpiece, each pec bounced as he walked closer to Bakugou, each rise and fall of those beautiful tits was like a jolt going straight to his cock. Now that he can see them, really see them for what feels like the first time, it takes a great amount of self restraint to not run towards the gorgeous bastard and press his face in-between them. He desperately wants to fill his hands with them, feel the weight of them in his own palms. Cradle them like the precious gifts they were. He also wants to squeeze the fuck out of them until Kirishima is gasping. Then, he wants to flick his tongue over the strained buds that he can literally see through the thin fabric. He wants to—
Shit.
Fuck.
Reel it in you goddamn pervert.
Bakugou slams his eyes closed and rubs his face hard, trying to distract himself from the visions jiggling around in his head. He breathes in harshly through his nose and opens his eyes only to see that Kirishima is even closer to him and just like that, the visions are back and he thinks that he might want to literally fall to his fucking knees and worship this man. Kirishima is wearing a goddamned
kilt
and holy shit it's the sexiest thing he's ever seen. His eyes are probably bulging out of his skull but he can't fucking help himself. He'd never seen Kirishima wear anything like this and it's a fucking revelation. Damn, even his
thighs
are beautiful. Thick, meaty strong looking bastards that look like they could easily crush his skull.
What's fucked is that he wants him too.
He can see it now, Kirishima wrapping his legs around him with Bakugou's face buried in his crotch. It would be so simple too. Just a little lift of the kilt and then he'd be able to—
"It's weird huh? Fuck. I knew I shouldn't have worn this."
Kirishima’s bottom lip is trembling slightly while he speaks, looking away as his cheeks redden from embarrassment.
Bakugou wants to slap him in the mouth for even thinking such slander.
"You look fucking.... Good,” Bakugou growls, angry at Kirishima for thinking otherwise.
"Shut up," he blushes, kicking a red converse laden foot onto the dirt nervously.
Driven by the pure horny need to just touch him, Bakugou reaches out and grips Kirishima’s arm, squeezing as soon as his fingers wrap around him. "Eijiro, you look really good,” Bakugou insists.
Kirishima manages to blush an even deeper red as he looks to meet Bakugou's eyes. He swallows once. "I think you look really good too, Katsuki," he says.
Holy fuck.
Bakugou is in love with him. That’s it, it's settled. He is in love with him.
Bakugou, struggling to breath at his own revelation makes a sort of nervous gulping sound that has Kirishima's eyes dart to watch his Adam's apple bob. And because he's a clueless idiot when it comes to the feelings that are threatening to make his heart burst, he forces himself to do what he does best.
Distract.
"Tch," Bakugou says, turning away quickly to start walking towards the entrance. "I always look good shitty hair. Hurry up, let's buy our tickets an—"
A warm hand circles around his wrist, tugging him back. God, Kirishima’s hands feel good around him. They are surprisingly soft, and their grip is strong. He wants to melt into that touch, but fuck, he can’t .
This is Kirishima, his best friend and he needs to stop being a weird fuck about him. Even if he is now decidedly in love with him. Bakugou yanks his hand back, scowling as he does. He doesn't want for him to let go, but his brain is going to fry if he doesn't.
Of course, Kirishima doesn't know what the hell is going on and it kills Bakugou to see the previously smiling man drop his gaze to the ground, looking all sad and shit all because of him. With a sigh and a silent curse to the heavens for already being whipped for this beefcake, Bakugou mumbles an apology to Kirishima and before he chickens out, he grabs Kirishima's hand.
Kirishima literally squeaks at the contact, and the sound is so damn adorable it makes Bakugou want to kiss him stupid. And the idea of kissing him suddenly becomes overwhelming, too much. So before he can panic, Bakugou drags them both towards the ticket booth, pleased to note that Kirishima didn't let go of his hand.
"Wait," Kirishima says, giving Bakugou's hand a tug to get him to stop walking. He let's go of Bakugou's hand, which, fucking rude but whatever, and he digs into a small pocket that was hidden between the folds of the kilts fabric before pulling out a folded piece of paper. "I got us tickets already."
Bakugou smiles, genuinely touched at the gesture. Disgusting. He swats Kirishima in the arm, "I was gonna make you buy me a ticket anyway for keeping me waiting."
Kirishima laughs, but nods in agreement. "Sorry about that by the way. I didn’t mean to make you late. I was just pretty nervous for you to see me like this," he says, gesturing towards his outfit.
"Don't be stupid,” Bakugou sniffs. “I love it."
I love you, he thinks, but it’s
really
too soon for that shit.
Kirishima positively beams at the compliment, the sunlight hitting his face in just the right way that it makes even his teeth sparkle. His smile is so fucking pretty it makes all of Bakugou’s guts feel like they are squirming around but somehow it sort of feels good too which annoys him to no end. Before Bakugou can punch him to make him stop looking so frustratingly adorable, Kirishima suddenly hooks their arms together and walks them both to the entrance, handing over the printed tickets to a cheerful looking woman when they get there.
"Aren't you two a cute couple!” She says kindly. “Have fun today!"
"We sure will!" Kirishima answers her.
Holy shit, Kirishima didn't correct the woman.
The woman who said they looked like a couple.
The woman who he basically just agreed with.
Part of him wants to scream and shout and maybe also do a couple fist pumps into the air for good measure. Another part of him wants to run and hide because he's mostly confused and kind of scared. But if being around Kirishima had taught Bakugou anything, it's that being a coward is fucking unmanly. So maybe he can't quiet admit his feelings out loud or ask Kirishima what his are for that matter, but he sure as fuck can try to woo this bastard anyway. "C'mon, Eiji," Bakugou says and hoping to hide his nerves he throws a smile over to his bigger and prettier companion, "Let me treat you to something to eat."
Kirishima blushes. "You don't have to, it's okay dude."
"Shut the fuck up,” Bakugou demands, still smiling. “What kind of date would I be if I didn't feed my man. Let's go."
Ah, there's that squeak again.
Not being able to force his face into another other than a feral smile just from hearing that noise, Bakugou makes a move and grab for Kirishima's hand again like it's no fucking big deal. Kirishima’s fingers are shaking just a bit, something that pleases Bakugou to no end, and he holds his fingers tighter, choosing not to comment on it. Looking around, Bakugou eyes a sign that points to the direction of the food stalls and starts walking them towards where the arrow points, internally doing backflips over the fact that Kirishima squeezes his hand back, letting Bakugou lead them.
The festival is loud and full of commotion. There's something to look at every which way you turn your head and it's overwhelming but in the best way. Everything is colorful and bright, yet somehow still maintaining that authentic looking gritty medieval feel, even down to the people. It’s obvious they are character actors, what with their old pirate-looking clothes and how they treat each person who walks past their stalls to their cheesy clearly not real Scottish accents. But they sort of remind him of Eijiro in a way. They are all smiley, over enthusiastic bastards and Bakugou can't help but be a bit charmed by them. They continue to walk hand in hand while they eye the different stalls. Everyone seems to be selling all different themed items. They’ve passed by vendors with horned flasks, delicate glass works and even a place where a huge man was demonstrating how to use real looking battle axes. This place is actually really fucking rad. Next to him, Kirishima is practically bouncing as his wide eyes roam from item to item.
"This is cool right?” Kirishima blurts, suddenly sounding anxious. “You like it here? You’re having a good time?"
Meeting Kirishima's beautiful red eyes, Bakugou nods quickly and honestly. "Yeah, I definitely like this." Especially the part where he gets to look at all this badass stuff
while
holding hands with his crush. But he keeps the last part to himself.
As if he is being rewarded, Kirishima stuns him into silence with another one of his breathtaking smiles.
Shit.
He's so fucked.
Unaware of his struggle with moving, Kirishima takes the lead this time and manages to pull Bakugou along until they reach the food area. Tons of white tented pop up restaurants are there displaying their goods along with a ton of seating areas. They are both standing, squinting at the booths deciding which to walk over to when a woman who works for the festival sees them and walks over.
"Awesome kilt, my man!" She says, raising her hand for a fiver. Kirishima slaps her open palm along with a cheerful, "Thanks!" Bakugou knows it’s childish, but he can't help but feel a little annoyed seeing him touch anyone else. He scoffs.
"So,” the woman starts. “What are you guys in the mood for? Maybe I can help make a recommendation?"
"Hmm," Kirishima hums thoughtfully, drumming fingers on his chin as he thinks.
Jumping into the conversation, Bakugou speaks up. "
We
," Bakugou says, heavily implying that they are a unit just in case this helpful broad has any ideas, "want to try the most hardcore Scottish thing here."
She laughs goodnaturedly, oblivious to the way Bakugou is staking his claim. "Haggis then, you want to try haggis." She says, pointing to a stall a little ways away. Feeling slightly foolish now, Bakugou mutters his thanks before dragging Kirishima with him.
"Baku," Kirishima whines. "Are you sure about this?"
They are standing in front of the haggis stall the worker recommended and Bakugou glances at the sign. The sign that clearly states just what the fuck haggis actually
is
and his stomach rolls slightly.
Besides him, Kirishima laughs and then gives his hand a tug, moving them away from the booth. "Yeah, thought so. Let's get something else, something safer. I think there's some chic—"
"We'll take two haggis things please,” Bakugou says loudly to the person at the counter waiting to take orders.
Kirishima gasps, making Bakugou smirk. "Pretty unmanly of you to want to back down,” Bakugou challenges. “What would your ancestors think of you dishonoring your traditional dishes?" Kirishima rolls his eyes, but stays quiet as Bakugou pays for their meal. Shortly after, the man behind the counter hands them their plates with a smile, "Enjoy!"
Bakugou, looking at their meal can't help but grunt in response. The greyish colored sacks don't exactly look appetizing. Next to him, Kirishima doesn't look too thrilled either. With their haggis in hand, they make their way to a table and sit across from each other. Kirishima thought to grab forks and handed one to Bakugou. "You don't have to do this," he says to Bakugou.
"Pfft. I ain't a pussy. Bring on the guts."
Kirishima smiled at him, poking the haggis with a fork. "Alright, let's do it together?"
It was a simple question, clearly about their food, but it struck something in Bakugou. The question plucked at his heart strings and made his bones vibrate.
Yes. He wanted to do everything with him. Together. Always together.
Bakugou stabbed his own haggis, and raised it just high enough to clink it against Kirishima's.
"Cheers," he said.
"Okay, one...two...three."
Both men bit into the stomach-filled sack and instantly, Bakugou felt himself having to force away the want to gag. It was....weird. It wasn't horrible per say, but the texture was making him queasy. The oatmeal mixture was just too much.
But fuck, he wasn't a pussy.
He took another bite before looking up at Kirishima. Kirishima, the bastard, was apparently having a damn good time. He was cheerfully chomping as he looked around. Bakugou, not wanting to look like a bitch forced him to swallow down another bite but was unable to hide his grimace, which made Kirishima laugh out loud.
"I take it you don't like it?"
"Look,” Bakugou snaps. “ I wasn't made for this shit okay?"
Kirishima laughs at him again before taking another bite. This time though, the stomach lining gives in and ends up spilling out it's contents. Luckily Kirishima was hovering above his plate so most of it landed there.
Some of the juice however....
Bakugou gulped as he watched how the juice rolled off Kirishima’s plump bottom lip and trickled down his chin, leaving behind a shiny trail that rolled all the way down his neck and inbetween his tits. Admittedly he couldn't stand haggis, but what he wouldn't give to lick that juice just to see how it'd taste off of Kirishima’s skin. Kirishima looked up at him then, bashful as ever, a pretty blush tinting his cheeks from making a mess and he looked so innocent . His eyes were wide and sorry, his shining lip turning up into an embarrassed half smile. It was fucking indecent of him to be so tempting.
Bakugou wasn’t even away that he had just snapped his fork in half from squeezing it so hard. He was too transfixed on how badly he wanted to wreck Kirishima more than ever.
"God, you just can't take me anywhere can you?" Kirishima jokes, wiping at his chin.
Bakugou still couldn't stop staring at the juice that had run down his chest, much less stop the want that was burning him alive. As if under a trance, mindlessly, Bakugou stuck his hand out, letting his finger reach out to brush against Kirishima’s chest to swipe up from in between his mouth watering tits and gather the juice that had spilled. Kirishima stared at him shocked and wide eyed, a small gasp slipping past his lips when Bakugou pulled his hand away. Bakugou looked at his now greasy finger before flicking his eyes back to Kirishima's. Without missing a beat, he sucked it into his mouth. Kirishima's jaw dropped open as he watched Bakugou suck on his finger.
"Gotta admit," Bakugou says, voice husky after popping his finger out of his mouth, "tastes much better off of you."
He thought Kirishima would laugh, maybe make a joke about it or something. So Bakugou definitely wasn't prepared for the low moan that slipped from between Kirishima's glistening lips. Nor was he prepared for the look in his eyes. The look at said very very clearly, "I want you."
"Katsu—" Kirishima started to say, his voice low and breathy, before being cut off.
"Hiya boys! Didja enjoy your haggis?"
Fuck.
The overly helpful bitch ass employee was back to ruin his goddamn fucking life.
"No," Bakugou snapped fast and angry, hoping it would make her fuck off faster.
"Oh no," she said, lip jutting out in what she must assume was a cute pout but was in fact rather stupid looking. "Can I offer another suggestion?"
This woman had some fucking nerve. Could she not read the damn room? Does she not see that they were in the middle of something? Glaring at her, Bakugou frowned and pointed a finger up at her. "Here’s a damn suggestion for you lady. I suggest you go away an—"
"Kat!" Kirishima scolds him, cutting off his tirade. “You aren’t being very nice.”
Bakugou looks back over to him and just like that, he can tell their moment is gone.
Fuck this bitch and fuck Kirishima for not being upset about this either.
Bakugou stands up quickly, pissed off that his moment was ruined and moves around the table. "I'm going to get real food,” he grunts, avoiding looking at Kirishima as he takes off towards the food tents with his hands buried deep in his pockets. He wasn't even hungry, but he was damned if he was going to sit there and play
nice
for some stranger who couldn’t take a hint. After stomping around for a while, he found a place that sells turkey legs, and buys one. Just as his order is ready, a hand gently rests on his shoulder and it makes him jump. "You okay?" It’s Kirishima.
No. He’s mad and his feelings are hurt.
"'m fine,” Bakugou says.
"Doesn't sound like it."
"Doesn't matter."
Bakugou gets his leg and takes a big bite, mostly to cover up the fact that he's pouting like a baby.
"Hey," Kirishima says softer this time, before pressing himself closer. "For the record, I uhh... I didn't want to be interrupted either."
Bakugou chokes on his meat.
"Honestly, it was pretty hot what you did. I don't know if that's weird to hear but ..." He shrugs, face red as he looks off somewhere, probably too shy to make eye contact.
In his haste to speak, Bakugou swallowed as quickly as he could, nearly choking in the process. "It's not weird,” he says, when he finally stops coughing.
Kirishima looks at him now. The blush is still there but he gives Bakugou a soft smile. "Good,” he says. “I’m glad you don’t think so.”
Bakugou feels his own cheeks burn but he can't back down, not now. "By the way,” he forces himself to say, “I think you're pretty hot."
He then shoves the turkey back into his face to stop himself from screaming.
Holy shit he
actually
said that.
He actually said that and Kirishima is....
Kirshima is fucking laughing.
Rude.
"Shut up, I am not."
With a glare, Bakugou chews and swallows his food before accusing Kirishima. "You calling me a liar shitty hair?"
"Well I ain't calling you a truther."
Bakugou continues to glare at him, pointing his turkey leg at him. "You're fucking hot , idiot. Now let's go look at more shit before I kick your ass."
And just in case the idiot somehow didn't realize his affections yet, even after licking the literal juice off of his tits, Bakugou grabs Kirishima’s hand again but this time, he laces their fingers. Kirishima sighs softly, like he's content and god if that doesn’t make Bakugou feel bold. Bold enough to bring Kirishima's hand up to his mouth and kiss the back of it. Kirishima does his signature squeak as his face burns red. Bakugou grins at him, saying nothing as he brings down their hands so they can start walking again.
Holding his turkey leg in one hand and Kirishima in the other, he feels pretty damn pleased with how his day is going so far.
Soon they find themselves walking towards a large sign displaying all the events going on for the day and Bakugou's smirks at the next thing coming up. He can practically feel the excitement rolling off of Kirishima in waves when he reads it. "Please?" Kirishima asks, squeezing Bakugou's hand in earnest. And with their fingers intertwined and with his eyes pleading and his smile practically begging, there isn't much he
wouldn’t
give Kirishima in this moment.
So
of course
he's going to take him to see the "Tradition Scottish Strong Man Games.”
"Duh." Bakugou says, earning him his favorite toothy grin.
"It's gonna be so manly!"
Bakugou rolls his eyes, but seeing Kirishima so happy makes him a little peppier by default. It isn’t long before they make their way to the grandstand seating and find decent spots to watch the festivities. Once they sit, Kirishima is fidgeting, his knee bouncing as he angles his body around to see what's laid out on the field below. There are a bunch of beefy dudes wearing the same kind of kilt as Kirishima, just different colors and ornaments, standing around waiting for things to start by the looks of it. Some of them are talking to each other, laughing about shit no one else can hear, others are stretching and possibly practicing for something.
Bakugou isn't too sure what is happening, but he can’t say he is too happy with the way Kirishima keeps looking at them.
"Look," Kirishima says pointing to a pile of hay bales he hadn't noticed, too salty from Kirishima not paying attention to him. "They are going to fling those giant hay cubes with one of those giant pitchfork things. Isn't that cool?"
"Honestly?” Bakugou laughs. “that sounds kind of lame."
Kirishima bumps his knee with his own. "Shut up dude, those things are super heavy!"
"Yeah yeah," Bakugou says unimpressed.
"Fine," Kirishima says, eyes scanning the field before smacking Bakugou on the shoulder. "See those logs?"
Bakugou looks in the direction Kirishima is pointing to and sure enough there are giant wooden logs similar to telephone poles laying in a pile. "Yeah, what about them?"
"They're gonna chuck 'em."
"Bullshit,” Bakugou scoffs, incredulous. “Those things are fucking huge.”
“Just watch,” Kirishima smirks, obviously pleased with Bakugou’s reaction. “You’ll see.”
The host of the games comes out to the sound of bagpipes which Bakugou could honestly do without, but Kirishima seemed to be into it so whatever, he’d deal with the annoying noise. The host begins to explain some of the things the audience will be seeing and yadda yadda. Bakugou wasn't too interested, mostly because he was too busy with being distracted. Kirishima was still holding this hand, which in itself was already a distraction, but he’d pulled Bakugou’s hand with his, letting them sit comfortably on his lap. Looking at their intertwined fingers was already mind blowing, but that wasn’t all. Kirishima's kilt was riding up in a way that an ample amount of thigh was just out in the damn open Bakugou couldn’t be bothered with tearing his eyes away. Kirishima’s skin looks so creamy and soft and it was taking a great deal of self restraint to not slide his hand up and down the smooth looking skin. Bakugou could feel saliva pooling in his mouth as he unabashedly gaped at Kirishima’s legs like a pervert. His stare was only broken because Kirishima nudged him with his shoulder, tisking him in the process.
"Katsuki,” he groaned, “Are you even looking?"
He lifted his eyes from his legs up to his face. "Yeah,” Bakugou swallowed.
“I'm looking alright."
Kirishima immediately blushed, swatting him lightly with his free hand. "S-s-stop, shut up."
Bakugou laughed at his cute ass face, and just like before, he kissed the back of his hand and said, "Nah, don't think I will."
Kirishima grinned at him, soft and hazy, making Bakugou squirm in his seat, before turning back to the show. Then, ever so slowly, Kirishima lowered his head into Bakugou's shoulder.
Oh fuck.
It was HAPPENING.
Bakugou could
feel
the nerves rolling off of Kirishima in waves as his head made contact with Bakugou’s shoulder. He seemed to be as wound up at Bakugou was, and fuck if that wasn’t adorable. Removing his hand from out of Kirishima's, Bakugou took the plunge and adjusted so he could wrap his arm around the bigger man's shoulders. Kirishima stiffened for just a moment, but then almost instantly, he seemed to melt at Bakugou's touch and even sighed softly at the contact. Bakugou felt like he was on top of the world getting to sit here in public holding Kirishima like he always wanted to. When Kirishima snakes his own arm to wrap around Bakugou’s waist, he could die right there on the spot. Fuck, he Kirishima keeps up being so unforgivably cute Bakugou isn't going to be able to hold back. But hell, he'd really prefer that their first actual kiss not be in front of a bunch of sweaty extras. So despite its difficulty Bakugou wills himself to calm down and pay attention to the games. It's the least he can do for Kirishima who is actually genuinely interested.
The men below do a few things that the surrounding crowd seems to think warrants applause, but Bakugou just rolls his eyes. So far, all he has seen are a few men throwing a kettle ball that apparently weighs a lot, which is pretty meh. Some other guys do the pitchfork hay barrel thing, which it's actually a little cooler than he thought it would be, and then finally, it's time for the log throwing, the only part of these “games” Bakugou was even mildly interested in. The host starts to brag about the weight of the logs and Bakugou can't help but perk up. Besides him, Kirishima does the same.
"And now, to prove how difficult the Caber Toss actually is, I'd like a volunteer to test out the weight of the 12.5 stone log!"
Adorably, Kirishima's hand shoots up in the air. And damn if Bakugou wasn’t going to make sure he did everything to get Kirishima picked. Not wanting Kirishima to get passed up, Bakugou stands up quickly, waving his arms like an idiot. "Oi!" He shouts, hopefully loud enough for the announcer to hear him, "pick my man!"
Kirishima is blushing of course, the cute bastard, but keeps his arm raised.
The host most definitely had his attention grabbed because the next thing he is saying into the mic is, "Ah! Sir with the red hair, come on down!"
Bakugou screams like a psychopath, cheering Kirishima on as he watches him make his way to the field. Even from this far away, he looks nervous but it's fucking endearing.
The host claps a hand to Kirishima’s broad shoulder, something that instantly makes Bakugou grit his teeth, and leans in with the mic. "Hi there lad, you got a name?"
"K-kirishima."
"Have you been enjoying yourself, Kirishima?"
"Yeah, a lot."
"Good good,” the man says. “You come here with anyone special?"
"Yeah," Kirishima says, suddenly serious sounding. "My best friend and hopefully… my soon to be boyfriend."
From his seat in the audience Bakugou practically falls over.
Holy shit.
Did he basically ask him out????
"Ah,” the host laughs into the mic, “He'd be silly not to date such a lovely lad such as yourself. Good luck to yer both. Anyway Kirishima, you seem like a big strong man. Wanna have a go at the Caber Toss?"
"Sure," Kirishima says smiling as he walks with the host towards one of the logs. "So I just lift it and throw it?"
The man laughs along with the audience. "Haha! You can try!"
Bakugou moves to the edge of his seat, watching intently as Kirishima bends to lift the end of the log in his hands. He looks like he's struggling as the end gets a few feet off the ground.
"Wow! You're doing great,” The host says, sounding absolutely shocked. “You can put it down now."
Kirishima turns his head back to find Bakugou in the crowd and the mother fucker has the audacity to
wink
at him before turning back to the host.
"Nah, this ain't too heavy."
And with a grunt, Kirishima lifts the entire log and throws it in one fluid motion.
The crowd goes absolutely
insane
.
The men in the field swarm upon Kirishima, slapping him rigorously in the back, hollering all kinds of encouraging shit, the audience in the stands are on their feet screaming out their shock.
And Bakugou is frozen, absolutely fucking frozen as his brain can only focus on one thing. The thing being how hard he's going to kiss the fuck out Kirishima.
The announcer is what finally gets him to move.
"Kirishima, my boy, if this doesn't get your friend to want to date you, I think you've got an entire audience who'd like the chance to!"
The crowd roars again and Bakuou can feel his blood boil. His lip curls up into a snarl. None of these fucking extras are gonna get anywhere near him, not on his fucking watch. He jumps up quickly after that, his feet moving as fast as they'll allow him towards his Kirishima. Bakugou runs down the bleacher steps like something is chasing him, until finally, he's on the field where Kirishima is already walking towards him. His kilt is swaying gently in the breeze, his shirt is billowing softly on his chest, giving everyone a view of the tits Bakugou fell in love with. Bakugou wants to cover him up, stuff him in a sack and make it so no one else but him could ever look at him and all his sweet perfection. He is hyper conscious of their audience and part of it infuriates him because this moment they are about to have should just be theirs alone. But Bakugou is also selfish and these fuckers need to know that Kirishima Eijiro isn't allowed to be with anyone that isn't him.
With a hammering heart, Bakugou reaches for Kirishima as they meet each other on the field.
"Dude!” Kirishima says, breathless from laughing. “Didja see that?! What'd you think ab—AH!"
Bakugo grips him by the strings of his shirt and yanks him until he's crushing his lips against Kirishima's. Like most of him, his lips are soft and plump. There's a sweetness about them that Bakugou finds himself instantly melting into. This kiss, though new and slightly scary, is also comfortable and familiar. It's as if Kirishima’s lips were always meant to be kissed by him. Large soft hands cup his face as Kirishima deepens their kiss, a warm wet hesitant tongue slowly licking along the seam of Bakugou's lips, asking for permission. Bakugou fists his hair in response, opening wide and licking into his mouth eagerly. Despite the lingering taste of haggis, his mouth is syrupy sweet sunshine that makes his bones feel like they are liquifying. He presses against him hard, loving how they meld into each other, loving how much bigger Kirishima is than him, loving just how much of him there is to love. He doesn't think he'd ever get enough of him. Gone are all the pretenses of their friendship, gone are the careful lines Bakugou drew up to keep himself safe. There is no turning back after this, not for him anyway. Because as he kisses his best friend in front of a roaring audience his heart pounds in his chest and each beat is loud and damning. Each beat screams out what he already knew but tried to keep locked away, tucked somewhere safe where only he could look at it. The frantic hammering in his chest tells him over and over again:
I love Eijiro.
I love Eijiro.
I love Eijiro.
And as Kirishima kisses him back with his hands holding his face as if Bakugou were something to be treasured, he can't help but feel that Eijiro loves him back. "I think," Bakugou says when he pulls back to catch his breath, "that was manly as fuck."
Kirishima's responding smile could rival the fucking sun.
"So, boys," the announcer says, thrusting a mic in their faces. "Are you two making this official?"
Bakugou glares at him, the nosy fucking moment ruiner. "My
boyfriend
and I aren't giving any interviews, so fuck off."
Bakugou reaches for Kirishima's hand and grips it hard, intertwining their fingers together as he runs them off the field. Both of them are smiling like fucking idiots as the crowd continues to cheer for them despite their leaving. Bakugou looks over at Kirishima as they run and somehow grins even bigger. This day is turning out to be the best day of his fucking life, and if he say any say in it, Bakugou thinks he can make it even better. His main objective now is to find a private place to host the two of them and as luck may have it, he sees a large set of stables a little further off in the distance. Next to him Kirishima is starting to wheeze, making Bakugou chuckle. "C'mon,” Bakugou encourages. “We are almost there." For Kirishima’s sake, he does slow down a little, which Kirishima seems grateful for and soon they are jogging up to the thankfully empty stables. Bakugou can hear a crowd roar and from this position he can see there's an area where people are watching some jousting or some shit. Frankly, he doesn't care. All he cares about is being alone with Kirishima. The stables smell like, well, a stable but that doesn't stop him from slamming Kirishima against an empty stall door and immediately crushing his mouth against his. The kiss is rough and needy, all teeth and heavy breathing and Bakugou moans into it loud and whorish. He can't believe it took him this fucking long to realize how badly he wants this man who's panting against his lips. But now that he knows, he can't go back.
Kirishima is his .
Taking Kirishima’s bottom lip between his lips, Bakugou bites it hard enough to draw blood. He sucks the wounded lip into his mouth, running his tongue along the small cut and reveling in the taste of copper.
"Fuck," Kirishima hisses against his mouth, gripping him hard as he stares at Bakugou with swollen lips and hooded eyes.
He's so goddamn pretty.
"I want you," Bakugou says.
"Then take me."
Not needing to be told twice, Bakugou moves his hands out to slip under the thin fabric of Kirishima’s linen shirt and slide up to finally cup his tits. Kirishima moans at the contact, his hips bucking seemingly involuntarily as one of Bakugou’s thumbs brushes against a nipple. Leaning forward Bakugou presses open mouth kisses along Kirishima's neck, licking and sucking on his salty skin hoping he is being hard enough to leave bruises in his wake. "Gonna mark you up," Bakugou pants into the nape of Kirishima’s neck before pressing his teeth into the thin skin, smiling as Kirishima whines. "Please," the larger man pants, fisting his hands into Bakugou's hair. And Bakugou, ever the gentleman, is happy to oblige. He nips and sucks down to delicate collar bones, loving the sound Kirishima makes as he does. As Bakugou continues to move across Kirishima’s body with his mouth, his hands have kept at their assault. He twists and pulls at hardened nipples until Kirishima's hands are covering his own, pulling him off with a pleading whine.
No, he's not having that.
Slapping his hand away, Bakugou glares up at him. "You want me to stop?"
Kirishima bites on his already swollen lip. "No...it's just..."
"Just what?"
Kirishima’s face, which is already flushed, manages to burn a shade darker as he whispers, "I'm embarrassed." Bakugou must look completely stunned because Kirishima sucks in a deep breath and let's it out shakily. "You're so good looking,” he explains, “and I'm just not plus I'm fat and I—"
Before he could go on with more of his bullshit, Bakugou presses his hand against his mouth. "Shut up. Ei, listen to me." Bakugou presses his face closer so he can stare into Kirishima’s eyes earnestly. "You're fucking perfect. I love you just the way you are, right now. So don't you ever give me that shit again, got it?" Kirishima is redder than ever, and Bakugou removes his hand fearing that the redness is from lack of oxygen.
"You love me?!"
Oh shit.
Now it's Bakugou's turn to blush, his mouth pressing into a hard line and his brain scrambles to try to fix this. Surely Kirishima thinks he's creepy. They've been dating for what? 10 seconds and he's already dropped an L bomb? Holy shit he's fuckin' stupid.
"Because,” Kirishima continues softly, “If we're being honest here, I've been in love with you for a long time."
His mouth drops open into a small shocked 'o'.
Huh?
"Yeah...." Kirishima laughs, raising an arm to scratch at the back of his neck. "Is…. uh, is that okay?"
It's more than okay.
It's fucking amazing.
This beautiful bastard
loved
him. Loved
him.
Bakugou grips Kirishima's hair and pulls him down for a kiss, nodding his head yes as their lips brush softly. Yes, it is okay with him. Again he kisses him. Once, twice, a third time. Eventually he stops counting, each kiss turning into something deeper, longer, more frantic. Kirishima is the first to pull back, his eyes shining brightly as they bore into his. "Can I touch you?" He asks. Just one simple question and already Bakugou’s surely weeping cock is straining hard against his pants. "Fucking please," Bakugou groans, moving backwards to give Kirishima some space. To Bakugou's utter astonishment, Kirishima drops to his knees.
Oh fuck.
Looking down he can see everything. Like how cute Kirishima looks fumbling with the button of his jeans, his small brows furrowed in concentration and then relaxing when he finally figures it out. He watches with hungry eyes as large fingers tug down his zipper, giving his dick some much needed breathing room in the suddenly very restricting confines of his pants. From his point of view he can see Kirishima's eyes widen as he wets his lips, palming the front of his strained erection. Bakugou hisses at the touch, unable to stop from slamming his eyes shut. "Fuck, Ei. Stop teasing me." He’s begging him and he doesn't need to
see
Kirishima right now to know the asshole is smirking.
"Open your eyes."
Begrudgingly, Bakugou listens, opening his eyes enough to peek at him from behind his lashes. He watches on bated breath as Kirishima dips his hand inside the opening of his boxers, having to stop himself from nearly crying out when that same hand is gripping his dick. Kirishima's hand, much like the rest of him, is soft, but incredibly firm. He's holding onto Bakugou’s dick like a vice as he pulls it out of the opening, using his other hand to slide Bakugou's jeans a little further down his legs. The warm air breezes softly across the head of his leaking cock, sending a shiver down his spine.
"Bakugou," Kirishima says again, giving the stiff cock in his hand a small shake. "I said look at me."
Without even realizing it, Bakugou had closed his eyes again. Forcing them open, Bakugou is all eyes now as he stares down at Kirishima who has Bakugou’s erection an inch from his face while he looks up at him with those big doe eyes. Kirishima catches his eye and grins up at him,"I want you to watch as I suck your cock into my mouth."
Bakugou feels like he could die.
Literally die and be happy.
Kirishima Eijiro, the epitome of fucking all things sweet and pure was on his knees in a goddamn stable with Bakugou's very own dick in his hands talking to him like a fucking whore. Bakugou could only gasp, mind too blank to form words. Kirishima’s grin widens at the noise and without breaking eye contact, opens up his mouth, letting his tongue loll out as he leaned forward. The head of Bakugou's cock slides across his warm wet tongue, and it takes all of his concentration to not come right in that second. His breathing is coming out in short pants as Kirishima wraps his lips around the tip of his dick, his tongue doing terrible, wonderful things to his slit as he continues to move forward, taking more of him into his mouth.
"Holy fucking shit," Bakugou moans out, the muscles of his neck straining as he grits his teeth. Kirishima keeps going, one hand still gripped firmly at the base of his cock as he presses forward until his nose is firmly embedded into coarse blonde hairs. Kirishima looks up at him, eyes wet with tears from the strained effort, his mouth bulging lewdly in a way that Bakugou swears on his life he'll memorize. Kirishima is so fucking pretty with his mouth full of his cock.The sight has his knees buckling and he grabs a fist into red hair to keep himself from falling over. Kirishima moans around his dick, the vibration making it even harder to stop from blowing his load on the goddamn spot. With his grip on his hair, Bakugou pulls his head off of his cock and quickly leans down to kiss him, licking his way into his perfect mouth. "Fuck, baby," Bakugou moans, voice thick with unchecked desire, tasting himself on the other mans tongue. "You're so perfect." In response, Kirishima strokes Bakugou’s dick, spreading the mixture of saliva and precum up and down his shaft. "I want to taste you again," Kirishima purrs before pushing Bakugou's head out of the way and sliding his cock back into his mouth. Bakugou groans out, his blood bubbling as Kirishima bobs his head on his dick. Kirishima’s tongue is hot, licking in a zigzagging motion as his mouth sucks, his cheeks hollowed out from the efforts. In the distance, a crowd is roaring but Bakugou can hardly hear over his own heartbeat pounding in his skull. His heart is hammering in his chest as his dick is getting absolutely devoured. Kirishima is sloppy, drool pouring out from the sides of his mouth as he slurps at his cock kind of sloppy. Bakugou doesn’t think he could ever love anyone else in his life. Kirishima’s hand is stroking him along in time to the movements of his mouth as he throws himself back on Bakugou's dick over and over again.
Liquid fire is pooling in his belly, the familiar pangs of all encompassing pleasure. It's all suddenly too good, too much and he's tapping on Kirishima’s head urgently. His lips are mumbling out words he isn't sure is even a language but he hopes are ones Kirishima can understand.
He's about to come, and he's at least trying to warn him.
Kirishima pulls off of his dick just long enough to smirk wickedly up at Bakugou. His lips are swollen and slick from a mixture of his own spit and Bakugou’s very own precum as they break out into that sly smile he's in love with. "Cum in my mouth," he demands, "I want to taste all of you."
And fuck, if that isn't enough to make him shoot off right there. Miraculously he doesn't and Kirishima's warm wet mouth swallows him whole again. Somehow doubling his efforts from before. Driven by pure instinct, Bakugou is thrusting his hips into his face, his dick burying itself in and out of Kirishima’s wanton throat, the sounds of his gags filling the quiet of the stables until finally, it's all too much to handle. With a final thrust and hands buried into his red dyed hair, Bakugou spills out into his gasping throat. Kirishima is choking around his cock, but still somehow manages to swallow, trying his best to take everything Bakugou gives him.
When he pulls off of Bakugou's dick, tears are running down his cheeks and he sniffs as he grins back up at him. A line of cum runs down the side of his mouth and Bakugou swipes at it with his thumb before sliding it past Kirishima’s lips, making him clean off his finger. Kirishima sucks on it greedily and Bakugou can feel his spent dick manage a small twitch at the sight.
"Goddamn," Bakugou sighs, giving in to his weak knees as he slumps bare assed onto the thankfully clean hay of the stable they were in. "That was..."
He couldn't even find the words to describe how fucking amazing that was, but Kirishima seems to get it because he's smiling like an idiot.
"Was it good?"
Bakugou throws himself backwards, not giving a fuck that his dick is still hanging out of his pants, pathetically flaccid against his pants. "Better than good,” he laughs, breathless. Kirishima laughs with him before getting off his knees with a groan. Bakugou jerks himself up as he glares at him. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?"
Kirishima looks confused as he brushes away the hay stuck to his knees, kilt swaying as he does. "Aren't we done here?"
An indignant huff bursts out of Bakugou’s chest. "You think I'm gonna let you give me world's best blow job and then fuck off? No way you dumb fuck, c'mere."
Fingers are on the edge of Kirishima’s kilt as he twirls the fabric nervously in his hands. It raises as he does, giving Bakugou another delicious view of those creamy thighs he wants to be smothered by.
It gives him an idea.
"Sit on my face," Bakugou demands.
Kirishima stares at him, wide eyed.
"You heard me, get your fine ass over here."
A chuckle bursts from Kirishima’s chest. "Yeah right."
Bakugou sits back on his elbows and cocks an eyebrow at him. "Eijiro, do I look like I'm playing? Sit on my fucking face. Please , fuck."
Kirishima rolls his eyes at him, "I'll fucking kill you if I do."
"If that's how I go, that's how I go,” Bakugou tells him, not joking in the slightest. “I'd die a happy man at least."
Kirishima grumbles something, cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he looks away. Bakugou takes the opportunity to sit up quickly and reaches out, slipping a hand underneath his kilt.
Oh fuck.
He's naked underneath.
Bakugou sends out a prayer of thanks to whatever Scottish bastard created the first kilt. Kirishima jumps as Bakugou skims his hands along the underside of the redheads ass cheeks. "K-k-kat—," he stammers.
"You literally just face fucked yourself on my cock and now you want to be shy? I swear to God if you don't bring your ass here I'm going to fucking murder you. Come. Here. Now." Bakugou commands, voice stern as he glares up at Kirishima. Hesitantly, Kirishima moves closer to him now, giving Bakugou a better angle to grip his ass, making the redhead groan out. "That's right," Bakugou coos. "C'mere and I can make you feel even better." Kirishima gets closer, close enough that Bakugou can see up his kilt now. It's dark, but he can just make out the fine curve of his ass, and just see the hint of a cock standing to attention. "That's right," he encourages, gripping Kirishima's ankle to make him step over him. "Good boy, now get on your knees for me again okay?" Kirishima obliges, his face flushed as he moves to hover above Bakugou's face.
Fuck, he looks so goddamn good.
His ass is fat and his dick and balls look heavy. He wants them to crush him.
"...'Suki," Kirishima whines, voice unsure as he fidgets above him.
Tired of waiting, Bakugou grips the hem of Kirishima’s kilt and Bakugou pulls hard, hard enough that Kirishima practically falls on him. His large body slamming into his face is enough to make him gasp, but not enough to make him hurt. Kirishima attempts to get up from straddling Bakugou's face, but Bakugou grips his thighs hard making it nearly impossible for him to move.
"Katsuki sto- AH !”
Bakugou, not wanting to waste any time, shot his tongue out, licking along the groove of Kirishima’s perfect ass. He could hardly breath, the little air he could get was heavy and thick, his nose filled with the warm pundgent smell of Kirishima and he felt like he was in fucking heaven.
If this really was how he died, there were worse ways to go.
Above him Kirishima moaned as he writhed above him, all the while Bakugou's tongue continued to lick across warm skin seeking out his true destination. With slight maneuvering Bakugou's found the spot he was looking for, and with a hurried sloppy lick, he got his first taste of Kirishima's hole. Thighs clamped around his head as Kirishima yelled out and tried to jump off of him, but Bakugou's grip was nearly as strong as his will. He raised his head as he held onto Kirishima’s legs, wiggling his tongue up further into his tight opening, earning a moan to slip from the redheads lips.
"Oh my God," Kirishima breathed out, so softly Bakugou almost didn't catch it, but he did, and it urged him on, pulling his tongue out only to slam it back in.
Above him, Eijiro cried out.
Finally feeling confident that Kirishima wouldn't run away, Bakugou moved his hands from thick thighs only to grip the ass that had been driving him wild. Before he could protest, Bakugou swiftly pulled Kirishima’s deliciously plump cheeks apart and dove his tongue as far as he could reach. The noises coming from both Kirishima's mouth and Bakugou's working tongue were like music to his ears. Unsurprisingly, his dick was already hard again as he ate Kirishima out with vigour. Bakugou even slapped his ass roughly, causing the redhead to grind onto his face and he moaned out in pleasure.
Everyfuckingthing about Kirishima turned him on, everything about him made him fall more and more in love with him. As much as Bakugou could willingly do this all day, a plan he already was forming in his head for the future, his dick was becoming painfully hard. He gripped Kirishima's thighs, signaling to move so he could speak. "Please fuck, I need to be inside of you."
Kirishima crawled off of him and Bakugo was pleased to see his legs were shaking. Kirishima laid sprawled out next to him on the hay, little pieces clinging to his clothes and his hair while he panted. "Oh...my...
god
," he sighed, making Bakugou chuckle. Rolling over to his side, Bakugou leaned over so he could kiss him, licking his way into his mouth forcing Kirishima to taste himself. When they pulled apart Bakugou smirked at him. "Looks like I didn't die,” he gloated.
"Well I almost fucking did."
Bakugou snaked a hand down to his spit slicked opening and Kirishima gasped loudly as he easily slipped a digit inside. "You can't die yet, I still have to wreck you." Kirishima's teeth sank down onto his full bottom lip, stifling a moan as Bakugou's finger curved upwards, searching for that bundle of nerves. If the groan and arch of Kirishima’s spine were any indication, it looked as if he successfully found it. "Yeah? Does that feel good baby?" Bakugou asked, sliding his finger in a little deeper, reveling in the way Kirishima's ass tightened around the intrusion.
He was so fucking tight.
"Mmm," Kirishima hummed, eyes slammed shut as Bakugou continued to curl his finger inside him. Bakugou leaned over him, capturing his next moan with his mouth as he pulled out his index finger, only to slam it back inside. While sucking Kirishima’s tongue in his mouth, Bakugou carefully pressed another finger against his opening, taking his time sinking inside of him so as to not hurt him. Kirishima kissed him back hard, letting Bakugou swallow up his moans as he was slowly stretched. Bakugou was enraptured with the way Kirishima’s legs shook as he pumped two fingers in and out of him, revelled in the way he messily licked into his mouth, moaning loudly. Kirishima always took whatever Bakugou gave him, and damn if he didn’t want to give him everything he had. When Bakugou went to add a third finger, he pulled off of Kirishima’s mouth to watch his face with attentive eyes, making sure he wasn’t hurt. "You okay honey?" Bakugou asked once his third finger made its way past his rim. He was so goddamn tight, Kirishima was surely in pain. To his astonishment, Kirishima grinned up at him before shifting his weight, making it so he was the one pressed against Bakugou's fingers. "More than okay,” Kirishima panted out. “Hurry up, I want you."
Bakugou growled, the sound ripping out of his chest before he could contain it. Had he always been this sexy? Or was Bakugou just now realizing it. Making up for lost time, Bakugou slammed his mouth back on Kirishima's at the same time that he jammed all three of his fingers inside him. Kirishima yelped into his mouth, but Bakugou didn't stop. He curled his fingers inside brushing against his prostate, making sure he was making his baby feel good, before pulling out and pushing back in. Underneath him Kirishima was sloppily licking into his mouth, his hands gripping his biceps as he ground himself back against Bakugou's fingers. He couldn't take this anymore, Bakugou needed to feel him. He needed to feel what it would be like be inside him and he needed it now. Quickly, he pulled out his fingers and moved to positioned himself in-between the redheads legs before hovering about him to kiss him again. Kirishima gripped at his hair, opening his mouth with his tongue as he slid his legs open wider. Without breaking their kiss, Bakugou grabbed his cock, giving it a few strokes before swiping at his leaking tip, using his precum as makeshift lube before pressing the tip of his cock against Kirishima's opening. With a slow push forward, the head of Bakugou’s thick cock squeezed into the redhead's tight ring of muscle. Both men grunted with the effort as the tip of Bakugou's dick was suddenly encased in white hot heat.
Fuck.
Kirishima felt so fucking good.
Greedy as ever, he wanted more. With slow steady movements, Bakugou continued pressing forward, his body wound tight with the effort to not slam into Kirishima until finally his cock was fully embedded in the hot heat of Kirishima's ass.
"Fuck," Bakugou moaned out, pressing his head into the crook of Kirishima's neck, just letting himself feel what it was like to finally be inside him. "You're so fucking tight. You’re so fucking perfect.”
Kirishima mewed under him, breathing heavy as his hands tightened around Bakugou's biceps. "Feels...good?" He said, yet it sounded like a question.
"You aren't sure?" Bakugou frowned.
Kirishima opened his eyes, meeting his, red on red. "It's weird," he admitted.
"Weird," Bakugou mused before swiveling his hips, causing Kirishima to curse out loud. "Guess I'll have to try hard to make sure you aren't confused anymore."
Then Bakugou allowed himself to move, really move, nearly pulling out entirely before slamming himself back inside Kirishima. Bakugou didn't stop, he let himself fuck Kirishima nice and rough as he watched with wide eyes as Kirishima came undone on his cock. His tits we're jiggling in his open top with each one of Bakugou's thrusts. His mouth was open as he panted, his body quivering as Bakugou relentlessly fucked into him. His kilt bunched up at his waist with his dick pressed hard against his belly where it smeared a pool of precum on his belly. Bakugou grabbed at it, taking the other man's cock into his hand as Bakugou continued to slam in and out of him. Stroking Kirishima’s dick now, Bakugou was trying his best to make sure the timing was right but it was difficult when he could feel his own orgasm building. "Still....confused?" He asked huskily, his breathing labored as his hips slapped against Kirishima's thick ass. The noise loud and fucking beautiful.
Kirishima shook his head, mouth open and tongue licking along his bottom lip. "No," he whimpered as he dug his hands into Bakugou's hips. "Not… confused. You feel good. So good.”
"I fucking better," Bakugou growled, jerking Kirishima cock faster.
The redhead moaned and writhed under him, making him grin. "You're so fucking good for me baby," Bakugou praised suddenly, using his freehand to cup Kirishima's face before slipping his thumb inside his mouth while his other continued to pump his dick. "Look how pretty you are on your back for me. Do you like having my cock is inside you? Do you like me fucking you nice and deep? Huh baby?” Kirishima looked delirious. His mouth was sucking hard on Bakugou's thumb as his cheeks were flushed and sweat was beading on his forehead. "You're so fucking tight," Bakugo groaned for what felt like the hundreth time when he realized he wasn’t going to get an answer out of Kirishima. He swiveled his hips again, both men moaning at the sensation. Bakugou’s dick felt like it was sheathed in a velvet heat. It was making his head feel dizzy as he tried to will himself to keep it fucking together. He didn't want to finish before Kirishima, not again, but with his gorgeous fucked out face to look at, the sharp intake of breath each time Bakugou slammed back into him, he knew he wouldn't last long. "C'mon sweetheart," Bakugou pleaded in a broken moan. "I'm close. I need you to come for me baby, can you do that?"
Kirishima managed to weakly push himself against Bakugou with shaky legs, moaning loudly as the new angle allowed for Bakugou's cock to hit his prostate. Bakugou’s hand continued to relentlessly pump Kirishima’s cock, and if Kirishima didn’t come soon, Bakugou was sure his own hand was going to fall off. "Fuck," Bakugou said, sliding his thumb out of his mouth so he could grip at one of Kirishima's huge thighs, bringing it up so he could wrap it around his waist, making it easier to fuck into him. Kirishima shrieked at being manhandled but obviously enjoying the new sensation, a moan rolling off his perfect tongue. Sweat was dripping into Bakugou's eyes but he ignored it, focusing all his effort on trying to make Kirishima feel as good as he did. Kirishima was panting out unintelligible words and his legs has begun to quiver.
"There..there…” he started to moan out. “Fuck there Katsuki, oh fuck don't stop. Pleasepleaseplease.”
Bakugou doubled his efforts, hitting the spot Kirishima was crying about as his wrist was on fire from how hard he was jerking him off. The stable was loud with the sounds of skin on skin, Kirishima's moans and Bakugou's grunts as he absolutely plowed repeatedly into the redhead. Finally, just as Bakugou's wrist was about to give out, Kirishima screamed, his loud wail echoing off the empty stables as long jets of hot come spurt onto Bakugou's hand and it was too much. Three short thrusts later and Bakugou was falling off the edge himself. His own choked sound escaped his mouth as he poured everything he had into Kirishima. His entire body felt like it was on fire, the heat from his ass, the heat from the air, all of it was overwhelming as he fell into a sticky heap on top of Kirishima's, closing his eyes as he panted, his chest heaving with the effort to catch his breath.
"Holy shit...that was..." Bakugou started before letting the statement fall into the air.
"Amazing," Kirishima finished for him, stroking Bakugou's hair as he did.
They stayed like that for a bit, Bakugo a jelly bodied lump on top of Kirishima's sweat dampened chest, while Kirishima stroked Bakugou’s skin softly or played with his hair. Bakugou didn't want it to end, he wanted to live in this tiny blissed out moment forever.
Suddenly, the roar of the crowd nearby caused both of them to stir. "I forgot where we were," Kirishima mused out loud before shifting a bit. Bakugou took the hint and pulled out of him gently before sitting up. He couldn't help himself from watching his own come leak lewdly out of Kirishima's beautiful stretched hole.
"We made a mess out of you," Bakugou chuckled before swiping a finger at the leaking cum and held it up for Kirishima to see. The man blushed, but reached out and grabbed Bakugou's aching wrist and opened his mouth to slide the come stained finger past his lips, letting his tongue lick across the digit before sucking roughly.
"Be a shame to waste something so delicious," Kirishima said, grinning at a slack jawed Bakugou.
"You animal," Bakugou accused. Kirishima laughed and before Bakugou could stop him, swiped at his own ass before shoving the same fingers into Bakugou's mouth. Bakugou tried to bite his fingers, but Kirishima was too quick to pull out and left only Bakugou’s own cum on his tongue. "You taste good, huh?" Kirishima said, wiggling his eyebrows.
With a quick spit to the ground Bakugou glared at him. "You asshole," he snapped, while Kirishima laughed loudly adjusting his kilt as he made to stand up. Kirishima got to his feet but extended a hand out to the blonde, which he took. "I'm not going to apologise for having good taste,” he said.
"Well,” Bakugou replied. “I'm not going to apologise when I absolutely tear your ass up."
Kirishima smiled at him, a wicked glint in his eye as he did. “Bet.”
Bakugou grinned back at him then glanced at his own come slicked covered hand. With a quick motion, he slammed his hand against Kirishima's mouth. "Lick," he demanded.
And always the surprise, Kirishima did. Making a show of licking lewdly at his own cum on Bakugou’s hand. Bakugou stared at him with wide, shocked eyes.
"What?" Kirishima asked, feigning innocence. "I'm Scottish you know. You think I am going to back down from a challenge?"
Without another word, Bakugou quickly adjusted his own clothing then made sure his Kirishima was decent enough before grabbing for his hand, and began tugging them out of the stables. "Hey," Kirishima asked while laughing, "where are we going?"
Bakugou smiled back at him, lacing their fingers. "C'mon Braveheart, I'm taking you home so you can show me what other challenges you are up for."
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