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The weeds were growing in again.
Bakugo hadn’t been able to spare the time out of his busy schedule to pull them, and there was a goddamn national shortage on the weed killer he always used. The weeds grew so much fucking faster than the grass, so even though he kept the grass mowed, the weeds always sprung up and made the yard look like shit. He had to go to work today, too. Another 12-hour shift at the hospital that he was certain would turn into a much longer one. He always got roped into the most complicated surgeries because he was the only one who never screwed up.
With a sigh, he closed the curtains at the living room window and headed to the kitchen to eat his breakfast that he’d left to cool. He never sat at the dining room table. He didn’t even know why he had the thing, to be honest. Yeah, he’d have friends over occasionally, but they usually just wound up eating their food in the living room while playing a game or watching movies. Guess it was useful for holidays, at the very least.
He shoveled his food into his mouth, washed off the plate, and downed what was probably going to be the first of several cups of coffee. When he gulped down the last mouthful of coffee, an idea came to him. His friends. Specifically, Hikaru. She had a teenage son, a boy whom he’d seen doing yardwork around the neighborhood before. She’d even mentioned once that her son was trying to save up money for the very game system Bakugo had sitting under his TV.
Well, that seemed like a mutually beneficial solution to his weed problem. He didn’t mind paying the kid very well if he would come over to pluck the weeds once or twice a week. Fifty bucks a day would surely get the kid his system in no time at all, plus a high-end gaming PC if he kept coming around for long enough. The more he thought about it, the better it sounded, until he was reaching into his pocket to draw out his cell. He cycled down to Hikaru’s number and hit call.
She picked up after three rings and answered, “Hey, Katsuki.”
“Morning, Hikaru,” he answered cordially. “You busy?”
There was some bustling in the background, so he knew she was lying when she answered, “Not really. Why? What’s up?”
Deciding he’d get straight to the point to save her time, he said, “The damn weeds in my yard are driving me nuts. Your boy wanna make some money?”
She giggled lightly and answered, “He always wants to make money. Hang on. Lemme get him.”
Her voice sounded far off as she loudly called out ‘Eijirou!’ And Bakugo didn’t miss the rapid footsteps as they approached and the boy answered with a ‘Yeah, Mom?’
That was when Hikaru turned back to the phone and asked, “How much? He’s gonna want to know.”
“Fifty bucks, twice a week if he’s willing,” Bakugo answered. “He can start whenever.”
Hikaru relayed the information, and Bakugo had to stifle a chuckle at the loud, ‘Seriously!?’ that echoed from Hikaru’s end of the phone. Sounds like he was definitely willing.
“Should I tell him you’ll be right over?” Hikaru asked cheekily.
Right over? Oh, that’s right. They were on summer break from school, weren’t they? Maybe if he had kids of his own that would occur to him, but being a gay heart surgeon didn’t leave much room for that.
“Well, if he’s coming over now, tell him to hurry,” Bakugo told her quickly. “I gotta be at the hospital in half an hour.”
She repeated what Bakugo just told her, and he heard Eijirou say, “All right! On my way!”
Then Bakugo heard the sound of footsteps again, these ones moving away. Well, damn. Guess the kid wasn’t kidding.
“I guess he’ll be there in a few minutes,” Hikaru said cheerfully. “He can be cocky sometimes, but he’s a good kid. He won’t give you any trouble.”
Bakugo hadn’t truly been worried about that. Hikaru was a no-nonsense kind of woman when it counted, so there was no way she’d ever raise a brat. Still, hearing her say it did put him a little more at ease.
“All right,” Bakugo answered. “Thanks, Hikaru.”
“No problem.”
Then she hung up, and just as she said, it took only a few minutes before Bakugo heard knocking on his door. He was impressed with the kid’s speed and went to the door to open it. And there he was, dyed red hair and all, wearing a black tank top and a pair of old blue jeans, the very outfit he was always wearing whenever Bakugo saw him working in other peoples’ yards. Was he already wearing that, or had he actually changed that quickly? And why was his hair spiked up? Did he seriously do that every morning, even when he knew he was gonna be working?
More importantly, though… fucking hell the kid was built. Way too built for it to just be the result of menial yardwork. He’d always been too far away for Bakugo to really notice before. Did he have some kind of at-home gym? Bakugo knew Hikaru had a two-car garage but only one car, so it was possible.
“You done looking, old man?” Eijirou suddenly said, breaking Bakugo out of his, in hindsight, quite inappropriate thoughts. “Or did you plan on paying me to stand around looking pretty?”
And with that cocky statement, the inappropriate thoughts came right back as his eyes moved over the kid again. Pay him to stand around looking pretty? Hell, if Bakugo didn’t have a job to get to, and if Eijirou wasn’t Hikaru’s kid, he just might be willing to take him up on that. Bakugo had never been one to turn down some nice eye candy. Not that he was gonna let the brat know it.
Reaching into his pocket for his wallet, Bakugo bit back, “Not on your life, kid.”
Unfolding his wallet, Bakugo pulled out a fifty-dollar bill and held it out to Eijirou, whose eyes lit up like he hadn’t expected to actually get paid that much. Right as Eijirou reached out to take it, Bakugo pulled his hand back and gave him a stern look.
“I want all those damn weeds gone, you got that?” Bakugo said firmly. “There’s a shed out back with some tools to make it easier, but if there’s even a single weed left, I ain’t calling you back for another day.”
He wasn’t trying to be a dick about it, but if he was gonna pay the kid fifty bucks a day, he was gonna make damn certain he did the job right. Bakugo didn’t get to where he was by wasting his money. He held the money back out to Eijirou, and there was confidence in Eijirou’s eyes when he smiled.
“You got it, boss,” he answered cheekily “Not a single weed left. I swear.”
Bakugo rolled his eyes as Eijirou took the money and pocketed it in those busted up jeans. Fuck, those things were about to fall apart. Did the kid not have any actual work pants? He knew Hikaru wasn’t exactly rich being a single mom, so maybe Eijirou was spending his money helping her instead of buying new clothes.
Sliding his wallet back into his pocket, Bakugo told him, “I’ll leave the door unlocked so you can come inside to get some water, take a piss, or whatever. Just lock the door when you’re done and, don’t break anything.”
Eijirou did a sarcastic, mock salute. “Yes, sir.”
Bakugo raised an eyebrow at him. This fucking kid. Hikaru had mentioned he was cocky. Not saying anything else, Bakugo walked past Eijirou, closing the door behind him. He felt Eijirou’s eyes on him as he headed to his car, and he had to admit he wasn’t entirely bothered by it. The kid kept watching him as he pulled out, and he didn’t turn to head toward the backyard fence until Bakugo was partway down the road and looking at him through his rearview mirror.
Bakugo passed Hikaru’s house on the way out like he did every morning, and she was outside watering her flower garden. She noticed him and waved as he passed by, so he waved back, but his mind was still focused on what just happened.
It was one thing for Bakugo to notice Eijirou was easy on the eyes, but Eijirou had definitely noticed him, too. And Bakugo didn’t know what the fuck he was supposed to do with that.
Bakugo was tired. Dead fucking tired. Just like he’d assumed he would, he was called in for a complex, open-heart surgery almost as soon as he stepped into the building. Aortic rupture. Fucking guy was lucky he even lived long enough to make it to Bakugo’s operating table considering he wasn’t brought in till he was basically on death’s door. The guy coded on Bakugo at least half a dozen times, but he pulled through after way too damn many hours. And now all Bakugo wanted to do was go home and sleep.
He was driving slowly, not wanting to risk crashing due to how tired he was. The sun had just ducked down below the horizon, and the dark was not helping his fatigue in the slightest. Even turning up his music loud did nothing to wake him up. He really should have drunk some more coffee before he left work.
He barely registered when he passed Hikaru’s house, those pink, white, and red flowers in her garden standing out like they always did. A tiny bit of relief came over him. Good. He was almost home.
His driveway came into sight, and after he pulled in and put the car into park, he let out a heavy breath, closed his eyes, and let his hands fall into his lap. Fuck, he really was beat. He could probably sleep right here if he leaned his seat back, and for a moment he considered it. But he knew he’d wake up with a sore back if he did, so after a loud yawn, he unbuckled his seat belt. He picked up the plastic bag in the passenger’s seat before climbing out of the car and locking it behind him. Then he caught a glimpse of his yard, and his jaw fucking dropped.
Not only did Eijirou do exactly what he said, not a weed in sight, but the grass was mowed, too. Meticulously. The yard looked goddamn perfect, like it had been done by a professional or some shit. And Bakugo had to admit that the sight of it lifted a ton of his stress off his shoulders, enough that he was glad he’d stopped off at the clothing store before coming home. He couldn’t be entirely certain he’d eyeballed Eijirou’s pants size correctly, but even if he’d guessed wrong, he’d buy the kid a whole new fucking wardrobe after he went above and beyond like this.
With his keys jingling in his other hand, Bakugo went to the porch. His hand was reaching out for the doorknob when he was halted in his tracks by the sight of something that wasn’t normally on the porch. It was the weed-puller he’d told Eijirou about, leaned against the wall beside the front door. He must have forgotten to put it back in the shed. Whatever. He’d done such a good fucking job on the yard, Bakugo wasn’t even remotely bothered by such a small mistake.
Still, Bakugo didn’t want it on the porch, so after sliding his keys back into his pocket he picked it up. He could go ahead and take it back himself this time and just remind Eijirou about it next time. Plastic bag still in hand, Bakugo rounded the corner to his backyard fence and opened it, only to be floored yet again by the sight of the backyard.
It was exactly the same as the front yard. No weeds, meticulously mowed, perfect. What the hell? He hadn’t even told the kid to do the backyard. Not that he was complaining. Fuck, Eijirou really earned that fifty bucks, didn’t he? Taking the few steps to the shed, Bakugo pulled it open, set the weed puller inside, and closed the door back.
Then he fucking jumped a mile in the air and dropped the bag when he saw a flash of red appear where the door had just been. His hair was down, dampened so probably freshly washed, and he was wearing a dark blue tank top and a nicer pair of jeans now. But it was definitely him. Eijirou.
“What the hell, kid?” Bakugo snapped. “You almost gave me a damn heart attack.”
But all Eijirou did was smirk and say, “My bad.”
Bakugo’s eyebrows knitted together, and he sighed in annoyance. Cocky brat. Still, he wasn’t gonna bite his head off.
“’S fine,” Bakugo said, less curtly this time. “But what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be home?”
Eijirou shrugged. “Probably, but I don’t wanna be.”
Whether it was because he was so tired or because Eijirou was just that strong Bakugo didn’t know, but he was suddenly up against the closed door of the shed. And Eijirou was fucking on him, pinning him to the wooden door and sliding those rough, callused hands inside of his shirt.
The moment Bakugo’s brain registered what was happening, he panicked and said, “Hey! What the fuck are you doing, Eijirou!?”
Not deterred in the slightest, Eijirou’s hands moved further up, trailing over Bakugo’s abs and sliding up to his chest, where Eijirou shamelessly kneaded at both of his pecs.
“Exactly what you want,” Eijirou answered huskily. “Think I didn’t notice those ‘I wanna fuck you’ eyes you were giving me earlier?”
He followed up by tweaking at Bakugo’s nipples with those rough fingers, and Bakugo bit his lower lip hard. Fuck… that felt good. Way too good. Bakugo didn’t have trouble getting partners or anything, but it had been a while. His schedule didn’t leave all that much time for it, and it wasn’t like he had a boyfriend at home. But still, this was Hikaru’s kid, he shouldn’t be…
“Stop thinking,” Eijirou said, his hands now moving down to the button and zipper on Bakugo’s pants. “Just go with it.”
“Easy for you to say,” Bakugo scoffed. “You ain’t the one who’s gonna get arrested if someone sees us. Fucking hell, Eijirou, I’m old enough to be your dad.”
“I know,” Eijirou said as his hands worked Bakugo’s pants open. “Why do you think I’m here? No one my own age is like you. So tough, strong, and manly.”
Cocky little shit ran his hand over Bakugo’s dick as he spoke that last word, and that was all it took for Bakugo’s body to completely forget how tired it was. His dick swelled to its full size under Eijirou’s hand and pulled his boxers taught. Shit. He had to put a stop to this. He was getting far too close to losing the sanity he needed to keep from completely giving in to this.
He clamped his hands over Eijirou’s wrists tightly, and looked him right in the eyes when he said, “That’s enough. You need to go home, Eijirou. You’re just a kid.”
For a fleeting moment, Bakugo saw a bit of vulnerability come over those perpetually confident eyes, but it was quickly drowned out by another smirk as Eijirou slowly got down on his knees. And Bakugo did not need the dirty thoughts that immediately flooded his mind at the sight of Eijirou doing that.
“A kid who’s been thinking about sucking your dick for a long time,” Eijirou breathed, his eyes hazing over with obvious arousal. “I didn’t think you were ever gonna call for me.”
Bakugo went rigid, and his eyes shot open wider as his hands loosened their grip on Eijirou’s hands. What… did he just say?
Eijirou took advantage of the loosened grip and went right back to what he’d been doing, going for the opening of Bakugo’s boxers and slipping a hand inside. Bakugo bit back a moan as that rough hand moved over his dick, toying with the foreskin and thumbing at the head. Shit, he was already leaking precome? Eijirou had barely fucking touched him.
“I saw how hard you worked keeping your yard looking nice, even with all those long hours at the hospital,” Eijirou carried on unabashedly, as if he wasn’t throwing Bakugo’s head for a fucking loop. “I knew if I worked on enough yards around the neighborhood, you’d eventually notice. But you kept me waiting a really long time.”
Then Bakugo’s dick was out, exposed to the cool night air, and Eijirou was pressing it against his cheek. He stared up at Bakugo with a desperation he’d never seen from a potential partner before, and as much as he didn’t want it to, that look put a giant crack in the wall Bakugo had been trying like hell to keep up.
“Eijirou…” Bakugo said, a warning in his voice. Because Eijirou needed to understand the door he was trying to open. He needed to understand that, if he didn’t back off now, Bakugo was gonna absolutely fucking ravish him.
But the arousal in Eijirou’s eyes only intensified, and he turned his head to lay a long, wet kiss on the side of Bakugo’s dick. Then he dragged that cocky tongue of his from the base, all the way to the tip. And that was fucking it. The wall crumbled the fuck down and one of Bakugo’s hands shot out to grip the back of Eijirou’s hair. Eijirou gasped, but Bakugo saw no fear or hesitation in his eyes. Only that burning arousal that had been stirring Bakugo up for the past few minutes.
“All right, Eijirou,” Bakugo said wickedly. “You want my dick, then fucking suck it. And don’t say I didn’t goddamn warn you.”
Eijirou moaned wantonly, and after his eyes hazed over even more, he immediately moved to do exactly as Bakugo said. Bakugo had momentarily worried that the kid’s weird-ass teeth might pose a problem, but as his dick slid into Eijirou’s warm, soaking wet mouth, he was never happier to be wrong. Eijirou was perfect. And not just perfect. Eager. So damn eager. He sucked Bakugo’s dick like he was born for it, like his only goddamn desire was to make Bakugo feel as good as possible.
And it was fucking working. Maybe Bakugo shouldn’t have been surprised after the sublime work Eijirou had done on his yards. Only someone who really wanted to please him would do so much extra work without demanding more pay. Although… maybe Bakugo could give him a little something extra.
Running his fingers through Eijirou’s hair, he purred, “That’s so fucking good, Eijirou. I can tell you’ve been thinking about this.”
Eijirou moaned again, the vibration making Bakugo’s dick throb and his hands clench into fists. At the feeling of his hair being pulled again, Eijirou started moving his mouth faster, and Bakugo loved what that did to him. He was gonna absolutely ruin this kid for anyone else.
“Keep it up and maybe we’ll try some of the other things you’ve been thinking about,” Bakugo said, reveling in the further hazing of Eijirou’s eyes. “Would you like that?”
Eijirou didn’t just moan louder, his eyes rolled back and his hips rutted against nothing. The sight brought a wicked grin to Bakugo’s face. Seeing Eijirou want him so badly did wonderful things for his pride. But if they were gonna keep going, he’d have to get Eijirou inside. No way in hell was he about to try to fuck him outside without a drop of lube in sight.
For now, though, he was content to stand here and bask in this glorious situation. Eijirou going to town on his dick, his cheeks red, his fucked-out eyes leaking tears, and his hips continuing to roll with every further movement of his mouth. The kid was about to come in his pants. Bakugo knew it, and as much as he loved the idea of watching him fall apart like that, he didn’t want it to be this way, so he had one more cruel order for Eijirou.
“Then you make sure you don’t come until I say so.”
For the first time since this started, Bakugo saw panic break through the haze in Eijirou’s eyes, and it was a little bit too adorable for the absolute degeneracy that was currently going on. One of Eijirou’s hands shot down to his own jeans, practically tearing them open before freeing his dick from his boxers. Bakugo watched with fascination as Eijirou dropped that hand to the base of his admittedly impressive dick and squeezed with all of his might. So Bakugo had been right about him being close to coming. As if his ego hadn’t already swelled to the size of a galaxy.
“Good, Eijirou,” Bakugo praised shamelessly. “That’s perfect.”
Eijirou’s eyes rolled back again, his mouth started moving even faster, his moans echoed louder, and he even brought his tongue into the mix finally, trying to wrap it around Bakugo’s shaft with every further movement. God, yes. Never mind him ruining Eijirou for anyone else, Eijirou was gonna be the one to fucking ruin him. The grown-ass men he’d been with couldn’t manage this level of enthusiasm. How was he supposed to go back to that now?
Bakugo heard a desperate whine, followed by a strained expression on Eijirou’s face and more tears leaking from his eyes. Glancing down, he saw both Eijirou’s hand and his dick twitching wildly as precome bubbled out. Bakugo internally frowned and decided he’d teased poor Eijirou for just about long enough. And besides, he was eager to get those pants off so he could eat him out till he cried
Gently as he could, Bakugo cupped Eijirou’s saliva and tear-soaked face and drew his dick out, leaving Eijirou gasping for air and even coughing a little as he tried to collect himself. Bakugo grinned and ran a hand through Eijirou’s hair again, chest burning at how wrecked he looked. This really was a wonderful end to such a stressful fucking day.
Running his thumb over Eijirou’s cheek, Bakugo asked, “Will you come inside with me?”
He was sure he knew the answer already, but he wasn’t going to make Eijirou think it wasn’t okay to back out. This was hardly a small thing they were doing, and Eijirou could easily come to his senses at any moment. But at this point, Bakugo was really hoping he wouldn’t.
Eijirou smiled up at him and answered, “Yeah. I’d like that.”
Relieved, Bakugo held a hand out, and as soon as Eijirou took it, he yanked him to his feet. Caught off guard, Eijirou stumbled a little, so Bakugo had to catch him by his waist. But that didn’t stop their exposed dicks from brushing against each other, and Eijirou reacted much more harshly than Bakugo did. His hands gripped tightly to Bakugo’s shoulders, and his eyes squeezed closed.
Bakugo chuckled and said, “Guess I’d better be careful. One little touch and you’re liable to come your brains out.”
Eijirou’s cheeks darkened, and his eyes averted as he nibbled lightly on his lower lip. Well, that was surprising. As sure of himself as Eijirou had been this whole time, Bakugo didn’t think he’d be able to embarrass him. Easy enough thing to correct, though.
Raising a hand to the back of Eijirou’s head, Bakugo pulled at him and led him into a filthy, tongue-filled kiss that he hoped would put Eijirou at ease again. And it definitely seemed to work since Eijirou kissed back with just as much enthusiasm as he’d been showing before. Perfect.
Bakugo broke their lips apart with a wet smack and grinned wickedly before saying, “Come on, before I decide to fuck you right here.”
He was only partially kidding. It was taking everything he had to hold himself back, at this point. Eijirou was being so damn good for him.
Eijirou followed without question as Bakugo went to his back door and unlocked it, letting both of them in through the kitchen. He really wanted to say ‘fuck it’ and just do this on the couch, but his lube was up in his room, so he’d just have to keep his hands to himself long enough to get Eijirou upstairs. Much easier said than done with Eijirou’s dick swaying back and forth with every step. Fucking hell, he could have at least put it back in his boxers like Bakugo had.
By the time they made it to Bakugo’s room, Bakugo was completely ravenous, so he didn’t hesitate to take Eijirou by his shoulders again and shove his ass toward the bed. Eijirou stumbled and fell onto it face-first, which was exactly where Bakugo wanted him.
Bakugo was close to growling when he commanded, “Now take off your pants, Eijirou. Show me that pretty ass of yours.”
Eijirou glanced over his shoulder with another of those cocky smirks, but it was obviously there to hide the rampant excitement Bakugo could see in his eyes. Eijirou didn’t hesitate and took off his pants and boxers, removing his shirt, as well. Ever the overachiever, and Bakugo was happier for it because he was goddamn cut from stone. Every muscle was perfect, and his skin was damn near flawless.
And when Eijirou bent over properly to show Bakugo his ass, Bakugo’s dick jumped into the fucking clouds. It was just the right balance of muscle and fat. He knew if he squeezed it would give and if he smacked it, it would jiggle. Exactly what he wanted. And his rim was the prettiest shade of pink. Bakugo had already been more excited than he’d been in a long time, but now he was thinking this was the most excited he’d ever been in his life.
“Good,” Bakugo said, his arousal coming through in his voice now. “Now while you’re bent over like that, reach into the end table. Get the condoms and the lube.”
Eijirou looked a little disappointed at the interruption, but he did as he was asked. Well, mostly. He only pulled out the lube, tossing it toward his feet.
Bakugo raised an eyebrow at him, “Eijirou.”
“Don’t want ‘em,” Eijirou protested. “I wanna take you bareback.”
Bakugo crossed his arms. “You know I’ve fucked other guys, right?”
That question seemed to be the first thing to happen during this whole experience that bothered Eijirou since his eyes dipped to the bed for a moment. But he collected himself quickly and answered, “I also know you’re a doctor, so you’re not gonna give me any diseases.”
Well, he was right about that. Bakugo was damn certain to be choosy about his partners just so he wouldn’t wind up with a disease. Still, it felt wrong to go bareback with a dude who was pretty clearly a virgin.
“Please, Katsuki?”
Bakugo’s eyes snapped up to Eijirou’s, and the cocky brat looked entirely too pleased with himself as he shook his hips back and forth. Bakugo had never been more grateful for his excellent self-control because he didn’t think he’d ever wanted to fuck someone more in his life. How was Eijirou hitting every single goddamn kink Bakugo had without even knowing it?
Bakugo closed his eyes and took a breath. Fine. Eijirou wanted to do it bareback, they’d do it bareback. But Bakugo had one more thing he had to do first. Blow this fucking virgin’s mind.
He stalked toward the bed, discarding his shirt as he went, and he couldn’t possibly have missed how Eijirou stared at him the whole time. When he was within arm’s reach of Eijirou, he went for his pants, tearing them open and having them and his boxers off in seconds. Despite having it in his mouth only a few minutes ago, Eijirou still stared at Bakugo’s dick like it was his first time seeing it and even licked his perverted little lips.
“Look at you,” Bakugo said as he grabbed two giant handfuls of Eijirou’s ass. “How can you be a virgin and a slut at the same damn time?”
Eijirou moaned lightly before he shakily asked, “How… do you know I’m a virgin?”
Bakugo chuckled and kneaded the firm yet squishy cheeks while saying, “Because I’m not a fucking idiot. But that’s fine with me. I’m more than happy to be the first guy to fill you up.”
He didn’t give Eijirou even a moment to take in those words before his lips descended on that pretty pink hole, giving it a loud kiss before opening his mouth wide and engulfing it. Then he put his tongue to work, starting with long, slow drags that had Eijirou moaning louder and that tight little hole twitching. And that was where Bakugo stayed, tonguing mercilessly at Eijirou’s hole until it finally started giving for him a little.
At that point, he was able to push his tongue past that ring of muscle and feel the glorious warmth of Eijirou’s insides. And maybe it was because Eijirou had done such a great job sucking him off, but he could almost come just from that warmth alone. He was a molten fucking inferno, and he was so damn tight. Bakugo knew, then, that Eijirou was definitely his first virgin because no one else he’d ever been with was this tight.
With his tongue inside, Bakugo started pressing further in, wiggling his tongue at the same time and stirring Eijirou up even more. His moans were growing louder, wetter, and more desperate by the second, and Bakugo knew he’d be wanting some relief soon.
But he wouldn’t get it. Not until Bakugo was buried inside of him. Having Eijirou come on his dick was the only way Bakugo would allow this to end. That didn’t mean Eijirou had to wait all night, though. Bakugo was very good at what he did, and he was confident he could get Eijirou ready quickly. Fortunate, considering Bakugo’s own patience was wearing extremely thin.
He moved his tongue faster, prodded deeper, and when he felt like it was loose enough, he brought one of his fingers into the mix, sliding it in alongside his tongue and thrusting them both in and out simultaneously.
And Eijirou fucking cried, exactly the way Bakugo was hoping he would, openly sobbing out his moans as he was stretched open. Bakugo might have even been worried if Eijirou wasn’t moving his hips back, chasing the stimulation even as Bakugo was eagerly giving it to him. That was definitely helping things along because the more Eijirou wanted it, the more his hole relaxed and made way for Bakugo to come in.
Once Bakugo had stretched it enough for another finger, he pulled his mouth back, licking his lips and reaching for the lube with his other hand. He haphazardly sprayed a stream of it directly onto Eijirou’s hole, and grinned when he jolted a little from the cold. Then, Bakugo pressed three of his fingers together and pushed them against that beautifully open rim. They slid in with almost no resistance, and that filled Bakugo with more excitement than he was ready for. Fuck, he wanted to be in there. He needed to be in there.
“You’re doing so well, Eijirou,” Bakugo praised as he started thrusting those fingers. “You’re already taking three.”
Eijirou keened and pushed back against Bakugo’s fingers again, his rim twitching beautifully as it sucked Bakugo’s fingers in deeper. With one more wicked grin, Bakugo leaned over Eijirou, making sure to keep his fingers moving as he brought his lips right next to Eijirou’s ear.
“But you want more, don’t you?”
Eijirou’s hands clenched, and he fisted large wads of the blankets before he nodded wildly, causing the tears on his face to drip onto the bed. Bakugo rewarded him by spreading his fingers, stretching that hole even wider and forcing another bellowing moan out of Eijirou’s drool-filled mouth.
“Good,” Bakugo growled. “Because I’m gonna fuck that fake ass red right out of your hair.”
Another sob mixed with a moan escaped Eijirou before Bakugo yanked his fingers out, coated his dick in a generous layer of lube, and lined himself up. And he stayed there, the head of his dick nestled comfortably at the entrance of that welcoming hole. It took Eijirou a couple of seconds, but once he realized Bakugo wasn’t trying to drive himself inside, he glanced over his shoulder, the question plain on his face.
What are you waiting for?
Bakugo smirked at him and gave his hips a squeeze before saying, “What? You’ve been throwing your hips back like a greedy slut this whole fucking time, but now you’re suddenly hesitating? You must not want my dick that badly.”
Bakugo expected Eijirou to whine, beg, and plead. What Bakugo didn’t expect was how Eijirou’s eyes flared as if he’d been issued some kind of challenge. Then, with one swift motion, Eijirou threw his hips back harder than ever and impaled himself on Bakugo’s dick. And Bakugo’s legs actually tried to give out. He wobbled a little and had to steady himself by gripping Eijirou’s hips a hair tighter.
Jesus fucking Christ he was so much tighter than Bakugo had been expecting. He was squeezing around him so fiercely that Bakugo was in danger of coming just from standing here like this. But he was a grown-ass man, dammit. He would not come before a goddamn teenager.
“Stupid old man,” Eijirou suddenly snarled. “There’s not a single fucking person on this planet who wants your dick more than I do, so hurry the hell up!”
Bakugo swallowed heavily and his eyes shot open wider as he tried desperately to reign in the orgasm that had just tried to rip through him. He wasn’t prepared for that. He could never have imagined that Eijirou would suddenly smart off and say the hottest fucking thing… well… ever. His dick had never been so far outside of his control, and Bakugo knew he wasn’t gonna last long, not after that. It was impossible.
But he’d make sure to still leave Eijirou completely breathless.
One of his hands flew away from Eijirou’s hip and grabbed a giant wad of that red hair. He yanked Eijirou’s head back so hard that he actually cried out. After bringing his lips to Eijirou’s ear again, Bakugo blew out a warm, wet breath and reveled in Eijirou’s full-body shudder.
Dragging his tongue from lobe to tip, Bakugo snarled, “Hope you’re gonna take responsibility for what you just said, Eijirou.”
He heard Eijirou let out a confused-sounding ‘eh?’ that disappeared into a full-on scream as Bakugo final started driving himself inside. His pelvis smacked loudly against that perky ass, causing it to ripple gorgeously with every thrust. And Eijirou. Perfect, beautiful Eijirou met every thrust with one of those mind-numbing rolls of his hips, so his dick was able to reach the deepest parts of him.
That was when Bakugo finally decided Eijirou had earned the greatest reward and he reached down to grasp his drenched cock. It didn’t surprise Bakugo in the slightest when it took no more than a handful of pumps and Bakugo whispering 'come' into his ear before Eijirou was bellowing out another scream and spraying a massive load all over Bakugo’s sheets.
Then the squeeze came, Eijirou’s body squeezing Bakugo’s dick infinitely tighter and pushing out the low, animalistic grunts Bakugo had been holding back this whole time. He didn’t care anymore. He was close, and Eijirou felt so incredible. He wanted to fill him the fuck up with his cum, and he’d damn near lost the last shred of control he had over when that would happen.
So, he just let it happen, releasing loud grunt after loud grunt as he fucked Eijirou all the way through his orgasm, not stopping even for a second even as Eijirou’s ass twitched and milked him for all the cum it could get.
And that was when, all at once, Bakugo’s body decided to remember that it had been ready to collapse before Eijirou showed up. His legs gave out, and he had to use his arms to turn himself to make sure he wouldn’t literally fall on top of Eijirou. He managed to flop onto his back next to him, and Eijirou quickly followed him down, falling face-first into the puddle of cum he’d left on the sheets. It made Bakugo chafe a little, but he’d deal with it later. He was way too fucking tired, now.
His chest rose and fell rapidly, and while he felt like he was gonna pass out any second, Bakugo had to admit that this was probably the first time he’d been completely stress-free in ages.
Eijirou shifted a little, and when Bakugo turned his head to look, he found him on his side with his hand propping up his head, looking positively brimming with energy. Right. Teenager. Lucky little shit.
“You okay?” Eijirou asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
“’M fine,” Bakugo answered groggily. “I just performed open-heart surgery today, so I’m fucking worn out.”
Something that looked like guilt flashed over Eijirou’s eyes, and he quickly sat up, making Bakugo even more jealous of all of that energy. Then Eijirou was off the bed, booking it into the nearby Master bathroom before Bakugo could even ask him what the hell he was up to. When he came back in, he was carrying what looked like two damp washcloths. After using one of them to clean up the mess he’d made on himself and the bed, he climbed onto the bed next to Bakugo again and used the other to dab at Bakugo’s sweaty forehead.
Bakugo was stunned again, completely. Just… what the fuck was this aftercare crap? No one had ever done this for him before.
“Sorry,” Eijirou said sadly. “I should have known you’d be tired after such a long day.”
Again, Bakugo’s mouth hung open and he was left completely flabbergasted. Was Eijirou apologizing for starting this? This wonderful thing that had just made Bakugo feel better than he had in a long ass time? No fucking way was he letting that happen.
He raised his exhausted arm and gently grasped the hand holding the washcloth. Eijirou’s hand froze, and he met Bakugo’s eyes, looking incredibly nervous. Geeze, was the kid hiding this insecurity the whole time? Well, he’d make sure to rid him of it one of these days.
“I’m not sorry,” Bakugo said plainly. “And you shouldn’t be, either.”
Eijirou’s eyes widened a little, and his cheeks went almost as red as his hair. It was incredibly endearing, and it drove Bakugo to slide his hand up to the back of Eijirou’s head again. Eijirou didn’t need to be led this time and closed the short distance to kiss Bakugo without a hint of hesitation. Bakugo kissed him slower this time, sweeter, because that’s what he wanted this to be. Not lustful, but meaningful. And when the kiss broke this time, he could definitely see it had the desired effect. Eijirou’s eyes were shimmering with more tears that Bakugo quickly kissed away.
“I wanna see you again, Eijirou,” Bakugo confessed. “I only wanna see you.”
Turns out, kissing away the tears had been for naught because even more appeared, overflowing out of Eijirou’s eyes in an instant. Then he exhaled heavily, as if he’d been holding his breath this entire time.
With a bright, toothy smile, Eijirou answered, “Okay.”
Bakugo grinned back and ran his hand through Eijirou’s hair one more time. “So, you’d better come up with some kind of excuse to tell your mom, because only twice a week ain’t gonna fucking cut it.”
Eijirou choked out a laugh and said, “You’re a doctor. Who better to help me with my summer science homework?”
Bakugo's eyebrows raised. He was actually impressed that Eijirou had come up with a solution so easily.
"By the way," Eijirou inquired. "What was in that bag? We kinda left it in the backyard."
Oh. Right. Bakugo had completely forgotten about that.
Smirking shamelessly, he answered, "Some new work pants for you. Can't wait to see how they look on that tight little ass of yours."
Eijirou smirked back and used that seemingly neverending supply of energy to throw his leg over Bakugo and straddle him. Bakugo stared up with aroused curiosity as Eijirou leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I can't wait for you to take them off me."
Unbelievably, Bakugo's spent dick jumped, and as Eijirou leaned in to kiss him again, one thought echoed in Bakugo's head.
Eijirou really was so fucking perfect.