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Letting Denki talk him into going to the festival was turning out to be a bad idea. He had taken something, and he wasn't entirely sure what it was. Denki had handed it to him and told him it would turn him from a grump to someone of normal society. With another push from Mina he shrugged his shoulders and let the experience take over, throwing the crystalline shards into his mouth and swallowing them down with a long pull of water from his h/ydroflask.
He didn't immediately feel anything, and felt like he was being scammed by his friends. But Denki was quick to reassure him, "Don't worry man, it'll hit you within the hour. Let's get up in the thick of things while we wait for our night to get interesting." His smile reached ear to ear as he grabbed his boyfriends hand in one of his own, and Bakugou's in his other. Shinsou looked bored of the whole ordeal but had been smoking so much weed that there was no way he'd make it to the rail without help.
He followed because he had to, and if he admitted to himself a little afraid that if he let go he would never find his friends again. The festival was huge, three stages and people everywhere you looked. The closer to the front of the stage - the thicker people got.
He avoided crowds like this because they made him anxious, and when anxious he lashed out. His friends had assured him that he would have a great time and they wouldn't let anything happen to him. They didn't warn him that he'd be consuming a substantial amount of drugs that night and he wasn't quite prepared. Bakugou roamed his eyes over the festival goes, some with blankets out further back on the lawn and then the larger groups of people waiting closer to the stage.
"We're going to the left side of the stage! Everyone always goes right so it's harder to get to the rail! And Blasty, for your first time we are riding the rail!"
He wasn't really sure what that meant but let himself be weaved through people, easy to get through at first with no DJ playing and starting further back. They still had another 20 minutes before this stage would have a DJ again and it was the perfect time to squeeze their way through.
Hanta and Mina were close behind, Mina being the most sober of their group to ensure nothing bad happened. She was adamant about raving responsibility and wanted to make sure Bakugou had a good time, she had told him she would gladly take one for the team and only imbibe in a few beverages.
He'd be lying if he wasn't a little more comfortable because of this, thankful that his friends wanted him to have an experience safely, that they'd be there to protect him if shit got bad. He followed with confidence, ready to get his trip started.
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Before every show DJ Red Riot always did two lines, no more and no less. He was convinced that it helped him perform at his optimum "hype level". The nervous energy he would build up the hour prior to his set would turn into pure excitement to MOVE and get going. He was a simple man, his red hair down, wearing a muscle shirt and gym shorts, nothing out of the ordinary for festi nights. He liked to keep it casual and comfortable and liked to think of himself as approachable.
He smiled as the stagehand came to get him, letting him know it was about time to get on stage. He lived his life for these moments, and he was prepared to melt the faces off the crowd. The announcer called out his name and with no reservation he ran out onto the stage, adding his own flourish of a front flip near the DJ booth.
He switched his mic on as he flipped on his left table, ready to get his hour long set started. "So happy to see everyone here on night one of the Plus Ultra Music Festival! We're going to get right into it, I want to see every single one of you dancing and singing along," he swept his hand over the audience as he spoke, hands going up as he waved over their sections. "Keep the hype train going, I've got my guys here helping film for some new content, let's get wild!"
Setting the mic down he moved to start his first transition to the next song out of his intro, pointy teeth shining in the setting sun as his grin permanently stayed on his face.
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The moment DJ Red Riot hit the stage Bakugou was stunned. His body completely stopped moving and if his friends were talking to him he certainly didn't hear them. The man that entered the stage with entirely too much energy was absolutely stunning. He was tan, stacked, beautiful, and definitely a bro. But he couldn't take his eyes off of him. His smile was blinding and Bakugou didn't want to look away. Briefly he realized he was feeling the effects of the molly that Denki had provided, but he accepted this knowledge and let it roll past, determined to be in the moment.
Bakugou only had eyes for Red Riot as the crowd raised their hands up to pump in time with the beat. Belatedly he felt his arms move on their own to join everyone else. Denki was beside him and gave him encouraging glances before finally leaning in to tell into his ear, “Red’s a good time! Let him take you on a journey!”
Oh yes, Bakugou wanted him to take him on a journey alright. He needed those pecs to crush his face in between them until he couldn’t breathe any longer. A purely feral grin played on his lips as he bounced in time with the beat, trying to think of a way to get what his body so clearly wanted.
He hadn’t been this horny for a person in a long time, not one to be attracted to many people who he knew in real life. But Red Riot was something else. He felt a pull towards him like the sun, he couldn’t look away if he tried. Bakugou felt like he was falling in slow motion, his body still moving with everyone else, but his mind slipping further away.
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**
From his broad view Red Riot loved to watch the crowd. Watching people enjoy his music was his second favorite thing apart from making music. He loved making eye contact and giving out flirty little winks, mostly harmless as he was pretty chill off stage and didn’t sleep around very casually. He prided himself on being “in it for the music”, and not for the hoes.
He lived on the looks of those in the crowd, the blitzed out, drunk, or tripping. It seemed that everyone on some kind of substance could make it to a special understanding with what he played, and he often felt that music enjoyed sober wasn’t the same as music enjoyed fucked up - not that one was better than the other. But fucked up festi goers were pretty shitty at hiding their true feelings; it was a lot like asking a kid their opinion.
He could see it on their faces. The love, the passion for the music, the desire - all common. But rarely did he see someone look at him the way the blond man at the rail was staring at him. He felt exposed, hungry red eyes pulling clothes off in his mind and licking every exposed inch of skin, he felt like he could see the images of what the blond wanted to do to him clear in his mind. it was enough to make him falter, miss the transition from one deck to the other just by a fraction of a second. He cursed himself, upset he let himself be distracted.
The video he was having his team produce was to fund his newest table upgrade, and the perfectionist in him didn’t like messing up even if it was barely noticeable. He carried on, determined to give a good hour to everyone who battled the sun set heat to see him play, every so often glancing back at the blond, almost daring to make eye contact, partially fearful of what images would play out and partially excited for what he would see.
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**
Bakugou felt like they connected, something in the way Red Riot looked at him, he was sure. He knew it was him he looked at, no doubt in his mind. So when his set was over and he walked off stage Bakugou felt like his sole purpose for living had just left. His mood tanked, an immediate 180 from the high he had just been riding.
He started to stalk off, not telling his group a thing before Mina grabbed his arm, “Where you going?”
“M going back to camp. I just want to be alone.”
Mina held her grip a little tighter, “You can go back and stew alone, but someone’s gotta come with you, ok? You want me to come?”
Mina has never looked more sincere to him, concern was all over her normally cheerful face. He supposed it wouldn’t hurt to have her come along. “Fine, but I don’t want to have some shitty conversation with you.”
She mimed locking her lips and throwing away the key before smiling at the rest of the group and waving as Bakugou took off, Mina in tow.
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**
“Kiri bro! Fucking awesome set, you killed it!”
“Thanks man!” Red Riot pulled his friend over to the side where a small amount of privacy could be had. “Tetsu dude, you’ve got to help me find this blond from the crowd!”
“‘What? You wanna pick up a raveslut? I thought you weren’t into that shit?”
“No man it’s not like that, he’s not like that. I can tell he’s different.”
"They're all different until you're sober next week and it burns when you piss. Then you realize they're all the same." Tetsu rolled his eyes, knowing Kirishima was just high on adrenaline from the thrill of spinning, and a bit still from the coke.
Kirishima scoffed and leaped over the railing to make his way into the GA crowd. He couldn't have got far, he had only been off the stage for mere moments. He darted out over the lawn to make his way closer to the railing on the left side of the stage, searching the crowd for the tell-tale hair that the boy had. He was looking all around, almost panicked, trying to remember what the people around him had looked like. He knew where he was in the crowd from up on the stage but people moved so fast after sets ended there was no guarantee that he would still be in the same place. He vaguely remembered a girl with pink hair hovering near and tried to locate her. After making his way to the rail he noticed that he wasn't there, nor the girl with the pink hair.
He decided to keep a look out for the pink hair too, anything to help him possibly spot the blond! He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, excitement and adrenaline coursing through him as he jogged his way through the forest camping area.
He heard him before he saw him, not even knowing it was him but his body automatically followed his heart, turning to the right to see the blond angrily swearing at the tent zipper that he was failing to open.
"Fuck you you shitty zipper! Cheap piece of shit, can't believe I trusted Kaminari to bring a good fucking tent to this shit show."
The pink haired girl placed her hand over his on the zipper, "I've got it B, let me help."
"I've fucking got it"
She put her hands on her hips, annoyed but understanding that Bakugou was struggling with some sort of inner turmoil while his peak was about to happen. He wanted to get away, wanted a reprieve from the lights and the sounds and the zipper was the only thing in the way of that happening. Still, babysitting first timers with tempers sometimes lead to her regretting her choices. "You don't got it-"
**
Kirishima jogged up to the tent, scooted Mina out of the way with gentle hands before leaning down to shoo Bakugou's hands out of the way and easily clasped the zipper pull. And just like that the tent was opened and Bakugou looked like he had been burned. As he yelled out he turned to look at the person who helped him, "I fucking had it-" he stopped, mouth falling open, realizing that THE Red Riot was standing in front of him, helping him open his tent, "You shitty hair mother fucker!"
He held his hands palms up in surrender. "Dude don't be like that! You were giving your girlfriend a hard time and I'm just trying to help out."
"Mina ain't my girlfriend." He angrily crossed his arms over his chest.
"Oh my god, you're Red Riot!" Mina danced excitedly, hands coming up to her mouth as she realized who had crashed their campsite.
Kirishima laughed, "I am! I actually came looking for your friend here, I feel like we had a connection during my set..." He trailed off, looking over at the other boy.
Bakugou's ears turned bright red and he looked away.
"Ohhh," Mina sounded like a light bulb went off. "B is that why you needed to leave?" He shook his head slightly. "Hey Red, sorry about him, it's his first time with our friend Molly so he's having a good and bad time all at once."
"Hey man, no problem I remember what my first time was like. It's a wild ride."
Bakugou looked like he was pouting, the man he wanted to fuck him raw into next week was trying to find HIM and was now in his camp site. He needed to find out how exactly to get from standing there clothed, to sitting on that dick.
"It's fine."
"So I actually really need to go use the porta, do you think you could stay and make sure he's ok until I get back? I don't want to leave him unattended." While Kirishima was still looking at Bakugou, Mina gave him a salacious wink. Oh that crafty bitch, he would so owe her a drink later.
He turned to look at her, "Yeah I can chill here for a bit, go on ahead." Kirishima then looked back over to Bakugou. "What's your name? I'm Kirishima."
"Bakugou," he said, uncrossing his arms before moving into the tent to lay down.
"Nice to meet you Bakugou," he knelt down in the front of the tent, "do you mind if I come in too?"
He shook his head, secretly losing it that this brick of a man was coming into the tent, to hang out with him.
Kirishima tried to be respectful, laying down a good foot away from Bakugou, on his side so he could look over at the man, arm propping his head up. "So like, was I wrong?"
Bakugou glanced over to the idiot. "Wrong about what?"
"That we had a connection!"
Bakugou scoffed. "I thought it was just me, but I also felt special."
"Yeah, Molly can make things a little more complicated. But I promise you that I was definitely vibing with you. You're pretty cute."
Bakugou rolled his eyes. "Bet you say that to all the pretty boys that come to your sets."
“Nah just the ones that I chase back to their tent cus they ran off right afterwards."
"Oh." He swallowed. How do you make a move? How do normal people do this? Bakugou stared at the floor of the tent between them. "So like, you don't do this a lot?"
Kirishima laughed, "I tend to not go after people in the scene, since this is my real full time job it can get messy. But I feel like you're something special, I wouldn't be able to let myself live it down if I didn't at least try to find you."
"Where are you from?"
"My hometown’s about 4 hours down the road, this is as close to home as I get usually."
"So you're only here for the show and then you're somewhere else next weekend?"
Kirishima frowned, feeling like his chance was slipping away. "Yeah, usually. It's the nature of the work to be honest. Haven't found a reason to stay in one place, I'm pretty in love with touring and the music."
"Yeah I can see that. It's why I liked watching you I think. You can see that you really vibe with it."
"True. But I will say this set was one of my best, and I think it's because of you." And in a moment of bravado, Kirishima stuck out his hand to interlace his fingers with Bakugous.
He didn't pull away. He didn't want to pull away. He wanted to rip the shirt off of the meat heads body and use it as reigns on his neck as he rode that cock into the night...Bakugou realized his thoughts were very very horny, and the man he wanted to rail him senseless seemed to be open to that idea.
"And if it was because of me, what would you do?" He rolled his head over to stare him down, a challenge issued into the air between them. Bakugou wanted him to take the bait. He needed him to.
"I'd like to get to know you," he paused, just briefly, "uh, intimately. Is that too forward? Oh my god, I'm actually terrible at this. Dude look, You're hot as fuck and I don't know what happened when I was on stage but I had to come find you."
"I would also like that." he smiled at him, small, but there. "Please tell me that you're a top," he half asked, half stated as he started to roll onto his side to move to his knees and crawl over to Kirishima.
"I will fuck you until you can't remember your name if that's what you want," he sat up to meet Bakugou, faces mere centimeters apart, breath ghosting over his lips. "I'll fuck you so hard that you won't remember anything but my name because it's all you'll be able to scream all night."
"Fucking bet." he said before smashing their lips together. Bakugou didn't give in easily, every kiss and every caress was a battle. He didn't want Kirishima to have it easy, he wanted him to work for it, but at the same time he really wanted to be pounded into the tent floor. He hoped he had a big cock. He hoped he needed the lube that Kaminari brought with him 'just in case' like he expected to be getting laid every night even though him and Shinsou were going to be fucked up all weekend.
"Fuck you’re so hot." Kirishima bit at his lips, pulling Bakugou’s sweaty tank top over his head. His fingers immediately findings purchase over clammy skin. Kirishima's hands explored Bakugou’s chest like he was tracing over a map, dipping in and out of the crevices of his body. He wanted to memorize every line and every curve of the boy in front of him. Bakugou sighed as Kirishima’s hands roamed over his body, he wanted to feel them there all the time. His skin felt on fire wherever Kirishima touched. Bakagou clutched at Kirishima’s shirt, aching to pull it over his head.
He decided to do just that, pulling at the hem on the bottom of his shirt. He struggled to get it over the other man’s head but was able to wrestle his arms through the holes before pulling it off in between them. He growls in frustration, angry that the shirt was so difficult to remove before attacking Kirishima‘s chest. He mirrored Kirishima‘s movements running his hands from shoulders to waist pausing at his tits to play lightly with his nipples until they were hard little nubs.
Bakugou‘s skin felt like it was on fire. He felt like he was sweating and hot and unable to get his breathing under control. He didn’t know if it was because of Kirishima or if it was because of the Molly. He hoped it was because of Kirishima, but honestly it could’ve been either. The combination of the drugs in the high of getting to be with the man that he had been admiring not so long ago led him to believe it may be both.
He didn’t want to waste anymore time, and instead crawled into Kirishima‘s lap he took the shirt that he had removed from him and slung it around his neck. Used the shirt like the reins for a horse, using it to pull Kirishima towards him. He was excited. He wanted Kirishima to take him.
He ground his ass against the hard erection beneath him rocking back and forth in time with the music playing in the campsite next to those. No one would probably hear them, everyone too loud, too drunk, too fucked up beyond reason on any drugs. Bakugou took solace in the fact that he could probably scream and nobody would try to come in their tent. No one would be crazy enough to come check in them.
“Fuck Kiri,” he ground down harder, feeling Kirishima’s cock press aggressively against his taint. “You're so fucking hot. I’ve been dreaming of your cock up my ass since the moment you came on stage tonight,” he used the shirt to pull their faces together, moving lips against lips as his hips started a more steady rock back and forth.
Kirishima smiled as he moved kisses down his neck, licking and sucking as he made his way from lips, to jaw, to shoulder. He wanted to devour every ounce, feel every beat of Bakugou's heart through his skin. “Bet you’d let me fuck you on stage too,” he trailed off, snaking a hand into Bakugou’s hair, pulling his head back with a hiss.
“Fuck yeah. Let all those extras see that I’m the only one who can take your cock.” He drooled down his chin, feeling his skin tingle with anticipation. He felt like he was high on serotonin, high like he had never been with weed before. This was different. Every touch of Kirishsima on his skin lead to a pull of pleasure from him.
Kirishima latched onto his nipple, biting roughly but soothing it over with an eager tongue. He sucked and licked and cupped his meaty pec in his hand, rolling his palm like a wave. Bakugou couldn't take it, he needed to be filled. His hole was aching waiting for Kirishima to take charge and ravage him.
“Fuck- fuck me now.”
“Let me prep you.” Kirishima moved Bakugou off his lap with ease, quickly shedding his own pants and underwear before turning to Bakugou. Bakugou caught sight of Kirishima’s dick and started to whine, low and needy with a hint of desperation.
“God fuck me please.”
“Mmm,” Kirishima hummed ourt, pulling down Bakugou's shorts before reaching in his underwear to pull his cock a few times. Bakugou squirmed, but it was more from pleasure than from being uncomfortable. Kirishima didn’t waste any more time, scooting Bakugou's underwear down and roughly flipping him on to his knees. He smacked his ass, admiring the way the fleshy cheeks jiggled when he slapped. He did it again to watch in fascination before he turned back to his real goal.
Kirishima seared up behind him, rubbing his cock over the cleft of his ass. Bakugou immediately perked up, rutting back against him, trying to angle Kirishima to enter his tight hole. But he remained in charge, pulling back before too long. He placed his hands on each cheek and leaned down. He blew a hot puff of air over Bakugou's hole watching it quiver with the change in pressure before it relaxed. Kirishima nuzzled down between his cheeks, butting each side before moving to swipe a tongue flat over the rim and passed it.
Bakugou let out a stuttered breath, displeased with how drawn out their encounter was taking but also so high on all the dopamine firing through his brain that he couldn’t complain either way. Kirishima licked again and he heard a quiet fuck whispered from the blond. His next lick he lingered, swirling the tip of his tongue right at the ring of muscle. He dared to press in just slightly, enjoying the smell and taste of sweaty Bakugou ass. He couldn’t believe he agreed, couldn’t believe that he was getting with the man.
He used his hands to move the cheeks to squish his face, alternating with pulling them apart. Bakugou moaned below him with every lick. Gods, he was so hard, he hadn’t done enough coke to make his dick rock solid but he felt like he had. He learned the hard way years ago to keep the coke usage to a minimum, hating how raw he had to rub his cock to get it to calm down. Every moan from the other boy made Kirishima whimper a little more inside. Made him shove his tongue further into the ring of muscle, made him want to devour every part of Bakugou.
Before he made Bakugou come from just eating his ass he pulled back, swiping his forearm over his mouth and cheek trying to get rid of the drool all over his face.“You got lube?”
“Sure you fucking need any? I can feel the puddle between my knees from your nasty ass drool.”
“Baby I think you want me to use lube,” he grabbed Bakugou’s hand despite the protest, pulling it back for his to grip around his aching cock. “I’m not even close to small.” He watched the muscles in Bakugou’s back shudder and the hand squeezed. “Condom?”
“Fuck, I forgot. Let me see if dumbass has any.” He rolled over to Kaminari’s bag, checking through the pockets for lube and rubbers, easily finding the ridiculously sized bottle and a economy size box of condoms. He laughed to himself, Kaminari was pretty sure he and Shinsou were going to get a ton of dick at the festi, but as far as Bakugou knew, he was the only one getting laid so far. He threw them both at Kirishima before rolling back over in front of him, posing on hands and knees.
He just needed Kirishima to get them started, he knew that he wanted to take over, knew that he wanted to ride that dick. He heard Kirishima open the condom and not long after felt a cold goop of lube fall onto his waiting hole. "Fuck you're so hot, tight little hole just waiting for me."
"Quit your stalling and get your cock in me," he wiggled his ass back, trying to make contact with his cock.
"I'm bout to, don't want to get lube all over. You ready Bakugou?"
"Yes fuck me already!"
The exclamation was all that Kirishima needed to go with before pressing into Bakugou's hole.
He started slowly, not wanting to hurt the blond but his partner had other ideas. As soon as Kirishima started to press inside Bakugou rocked his hips back and immediately felt full. The stretch made him let out a breathy groan. "Fuck yesss, yes that's what i'm talking about."
He panted before pressing down further, fully seating Kirishima inside him until ass met pubic bone. "Oh my god," Kirishima whispered, "you're gonna be the death of me." He ground his hips forward, barely pulling out before pressing back in. "No one's even been able to take me so easily. Fuck you're so tight too. your ass is amazing.`
"Quit yer fucking talking and get to fucking me shitty hair."
He leaned in and whispered in his ear, "careful what you wish for babe," before he was slamming his hips forward. pressing himself all the way in and then pulling back as far as he could before slamming back in again.
Vaguley they could make out the sound of laughter from around the tent, with a cheer of "Fucking get it!" If bakugou didn't know better he would swear it actually spurred Kirishima on. He snaked his hands from bruised hips, up his stomach and back until he reached Bakugou's neck. He thought he was going to stay on his traps as he pummeled him into the sleeping bag but instead he wrapped both hands around his throat and interlaced his fingers.
'You're a needy bitch, and needy bitches need permission to breathe," his breath ghosted over his ear, Kirishima using the leverage from his position to make Bakugou feel like a limp rag doll.
He couldn't even get the full formation of the word 'fuck' out of his mouth before fingers ssqueezed down impossibly harder. And as quickly as they were there they were gone, moving back down his neck to his shoulders where Kirishima held on, pistoning into him.
"It's ok baby, go ahead and let everyone outside this tent know how fucked up you are on my cock." As a tease a hand roamed over his pec, pinching and pulling at his nipple, massaging the meat around it. Bakugou was leaking precome all over his legs and stomach when Kirishima smashed him so hard that his cock bounced up and repeatedly hit his abs.
"Kiri, fuck - yes-" he groaned out, easily loud enough to be heard over the commotion outside of their tent. God he hoped Mina stayed away for awhile, he sounded like a cheap whore fucking the first DJ they raved to. Which he assumed he was, because that's exactly what he was doing. He couldn't be bothered to feel like it was a bad thing when the DJ's cock was splitting him open in a way he hadn't felt since he had bought his latest knotted dildo.
"That's it baby, let them all know. Maybe your friend will come back around and get to hear you moaning so nice for me."
With a strangled cry Bakugou came untouched, too much stimulation on his prostate, ass so full, and the thought of some accidental voyeurism just hitting him right there.
"Oh yes that's it, fuck you're so tight around my cock, so fucking tight." Kirishima slowed, moving just slightly back and forth, long slow strokes as he watched Bakugou come down from his high. His head was in his hands as he was pitched down on his elbows on the sleeping bag. He rubbed over his back, trying to let him ride his high down a little easier, he knew the first time could be really hard when also mixed with sex and he really did want Bakugou to have a good time. "C’mon let's move you to a more comfortable position."
"Not yet, just give me a minute. My heads moving too fast."
"Ok whatever you need."
Kirishima was lulled into a quiet rest, still buried inside Bakugou but he rubbed his hands up and down any part of his body he could meet. Eventually Bakugou moved back up onto his hands, shoulder blades popping out of his skin. He took a few deep breaths before he rocked forward quickly, leaving his hole empty and Kirishima gasping at the sudden loss. He flipped around, immediately rolling up onto the balls of his feet, he faced Kirishima, the look of fire and determination on his face. With a hand he pushed at Kirishima's chest, pushing him hard enough to fall onto his ass. His legs splayed out in front of him, Bakugou followed, crawling over his legs, situating himself on top of his cock.
He watched Kirishima gulp as he started to lower himself, staring into his eyes. Demanding him to lock eyes with him. Demanding him to stop him from taking control. But Kirishima seemed more than happy to let Bakugou take control. He smiled before putting his hands on his hips, ready to use them to help him buck up into the tight heat. Bakugou put his hands around Kirishima ‘s neck, using his arms as touch points, letting him be able to lean back as he took his cock all the way in. He grinned at Kirishima, looking wild - hair damp, teeth sharp, ready to take control. He thought that he looked like a wild animal, aggressive and vicious, ready to take him for the wildest of rides.
Bakugou huffed out a breath, getting his bearings before starting to lit himself all the way to the tip before ruthlessly slamming his hips back down. Kirishima groaned loud and low, finding the fierceness of Bakugou to be alluring. He started at him, a mixture of wonder and of excitement. this man would be able to keep up with him, this man seemed to know exactly what Kirishima liked. He was as addictive as the cock and more socially acceptable. Kirishima was in trouble.
As Bakugou grew more comfortable he started to lean back more and more, using his arms for leverage and encouraging Kirishima to help lift his hips as he then left gravity slam him all the way back down. Kirishima was glad that Bakugou had needed to come down otherwise he may have busted right then.
"Bakugou - Fuck. fuck you're so hot,"
"M so close, just a little more," he leaned forward, letting Kirishima wrap his arms around him and hug fucking up into him, trying to angle his hips into where he hoped his prostate was. Bakugou leaned his face down to Kirishima’s, kissing him like he was on his last breath. He could feel his exhales panting over his cheek and he doubled his efforts, desperately trying to get him off one more time before he blew. He was so close he was trying to not focus too hard on the way Bakuogu clenched around him, how easily he slid in and out, how tiny his waist was in comparison to his shoulders. Kirishima was so gone for this feral man, and for the first time in a long time he realized he wanted to have sex with him a second time. And maybe a third. fuck, if he was always this wild he may want to do it all the time.
It was dangerous, but it was exciting.
He faltered in his thrusting which turned out to be a good thing as it made him cry out, come shooting out between them, sticking to their abdomen and chests. Kirishima couldn't hold back longer, pulling Bakugou’s neck down to him where he bit down hard. He spilled into the condom, sucking hard as he bit down, grunting like an animal as he felt all his adrenaline settle into a calm wave over him.
After a few moments that it took for his brain to clear he unclamped from his neck, mouthing lightly at it to make sure he hadn't broken the skin before taking stock of how Bakugou felt. "You ok?"
He let out a noise that sounded close to a purr, "mmm, couldn't be better. Can you lay us down? I need a minute."
Kiri laughed but did as he asked, pulling out and tieing the condom off. He spotted what looked like it might be a trash bag and put it in there before going to lay with Bakugou.
"That was great."
"Shhh, no talking. just two minutes please."
Before they knew it it sounded like the tent was opening, "Hey bakugou, you should come back out there's this wild act-" Kaminari paused, halfway through his sentence as he made it far enough down the zipper that he could see into the tent. Kirishima and Bakugou didn't have the care to cover themselves, Kaminari didn't have the shame to look away. "Well hello there. I see why you didn't answer my texts now. I'll uh, let you do your thing." he shot them a thumbs up before backing out of the tent and closing it faster than he had barged in.
"And that was one of my idiot friends."
"Aww he seemed cute."
Bakugou shot over a murderous glare. Kiri sensed it and gave him a dopey smile. "Don't worry, you're much cuter."
"I fucking hate you."
Kiri reached between them and grabbed his hand.
"I don't think you do."