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Bakugou grunts in frustration and throws down his controller as his spacecraft blows up on the screen once again.
“Yes!” Kirishima cries, pumping his fist as his ship does a victory fly by. “Best two out of three, you know what that means!”
“You cheated,” Bakugou growls half heartedly as he leans back on his hands, the mattress dipping slightly beneath him.
“Nope. I won fair and square,” Kirishima smirks as he swings himself over Bakugou’s legs and settles on his lap.
Bakugou rolls his eyes as Kirishima pulls him in for a drawn-out kiss.
They haven’t been dating for very long, less than two months, actually. Considering the pair has spent the last three years repressing their feelings and mutual crushes for each other, it’s not all that surprising that things have been moving more quickly than a typical relationship.
It doesn’t take long for the pair’s tongues and hands to become more adventurous.
Bakugou begins reaching for Kirishima’s waistband, but is halted as his boyfriend breaks the kiss and leans back.
“Eager are we?” Kirishima teases, covering Bakugou’s hands with his own to stop them from pulling the fabric down further.
“Don’t act like you don’t want it,” Bakugou responds, kissing at Kirishima’s jaw now that his lips are out of reach.
“So impatient,” Kirishima responds as he connects their mouths once again.
Bakugou moans against his lips as Kirishima relinquishes his hold, and the blonde is finally able to breach his boyfriend's waistband.
His cock is warm and slowly hardening in Bakugou’s grasp as he gives a gentle tug.
Kirishima sighs lightly as Bakugou worms his other hand under his thigh and uses the leverage to change their positions, sitting Kirishima on the bed instead.
Bakugou plants one more heated kiss against Kirishima’s lips before sinking to his knees and giving the cock in his hand all of his attention.
Kirishima’s fingers slip into Bakugou’s hair as he licks along the length and tip, adding saliva so his hand can glide more smoothly.
Kirishima lets out a low moan as Bakugou finally takes the tip in his mouth and begins to suck, making sure to use slow, precise movements of both his tongue and hand.
Kirishima’s hips begin to roll as Bakugou slowly swallows down more of his length. Bakugou locks eyes with his boyfriend, whose face is gorgeously flushed. Bakugou can’t help the flicker of pride in his chest as Kirishima’s breath hitches slightly and his hand tightens in Bakugou’s hair. Bakugou is doing that, getting that reaction from the boy he likes. Bakugou hums around the dick in his mouth and represses his gag reflex as he finally takes Kirishima’s entire length.
“Ah fuck,” Kirishima groans, his hips bucking forward as though he is unable to control himself.
Tears begin to fill Bakugou’s eyes as he struggles not to gag, but he blinks them away. He loves the feeling of Kirishima filling his throat, though he’ll never say it out loud.
Bakugou pulls back to suckle on the head for a moment before plunging back down.
“You keep doing that and I’m gonna cum,” Kirishima pants as Bakugou repeats the move.
He pulls off completely for a moment, his gaze meeting the half-closed eyes of his lover.
“Cum in my mouth then,” he growls before sinking back down.
Kirishima moans and yanks back on Bakugou’s hair. The blonde lets him pull him off of his cock.
“Not yet,” Kirishima groans. “I beat you, remember?”
Bakugou’s dick twitches in interest, where it is nearly fully hard in his jeans.
“You cheated, asshole,” Bakugou smirks, hoping his impertinent attitude hides just how excited he really is.
“Take off your clothes and get up here,” Kirishima commands gently, releasing his hold on Bakugou’s hair.
“So bossy,” Bakugou says as he stands and begins to do as he is told.
Kirishima whips off his sweatpants and shirt before settling back to watch Bakugouu strip.
Bakugou stands in front of his boyfriend, nude and hard, and can’t help but feel slightly embarrassed. He’s not sure he’ll ever get used to the way Kirishima looks at him when he’s like this.
“See something you like?” he huffs with as much bravado as he can muster.
Kirishima smiles and holds his hand out, beckoning Bakugou forward.
“I see a lot of things I like,” he replies as Bakugou accepts his hands and settles himself onto his lap. Kirishima wastes no time in claiming Bakugou’s lips once again, no doubt tasting the flavor of his own cock still present on Bakugou’s tongue.
Bakugou tries to keep his composure, but can’t help the weak moan that escapes him as Kirishima pulls him flush against his chest by his hips, their cocks rubbing together for a moment.
“I haven’t even touched you yet,” Kirishima teases gently.
“Shut up, asshole,” Bakugou responds before crashing his mouth against Kirishima’s more forcefully than he had before.
After a few more moments of kissing and grinding, Kirishima breaks the contact so he can reach into his bedside drawer.
Bakugou sighs as the lube is produced.
“Already?” he asks.
“Fair and square, remember?” Kirishima laughs slightly as he squeezes some of the slick liquid into his hand and works it onto his fingers.
“Cheater,” Bakugou huffs, clutching his boyfriend’s shoulders as Kirishima begins swirling his newly-wet fingers around his entrance.
Bakugou bites down the moans pushing at his throat as Kirishima seems to almost lazily toy with his asshole, pushing against it without actually going inside.
“What the hell,” Bakugou growls after another teasing push against him and still no penetration. “Just do it already.”
“So eager,” Kirishima smirks.
“I’m not—ah!” Bakugou’s defensive retort is cut off by his own moan as Kirishima suddenly pushes one of his fingers inside.
“What was that?” Kirishima breathes against Bakugou’s ear as he begins to slowly churn his finger against his insides.
“Fuck you,” Bakugou grunts.
“Maybe if you weren’t so shit at video games, you’d get to,” Kirishima smiles before licking into Bakugou’s mouth once again.
Bakugou moans into his boyfriend’s lips as the second finger begins to work its way inside of him.
He can feel his hips grinding down of their own accord as Kirishima massages him from the inside. Bakugou smothers a cry that tries to wrench free of his throat as Kirishima’s fingers brush against that sweet spot inside of him.
“I wanna hear you,” Kirishima whispers against Bakugou’s neck as he begins mouthing along the column of his throat.
With the next brush of his prostate, Bakugou doesn’t hold back and lets out an embarrassing moan into the crook of his boyfriend's shoulder.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Kirishima mutters as he looks back up to meet Bakugou’s gaze.
“Shut up,” Bakugou replies with barely any fire. It’s hard to sound intimidating when you’re panting from pleasure.
“Can’t believe you can be like this even before I’m inside of you,” Kirishima breathes.
“If you want it so bad, then just do it already,” Bakugou hisses.
Kirishima hums in response and kisses Bakugou’s lips. His fingers pull out slowly, and Bakugou bites his tongue to keep from crying out.
With just a bit of maneuvering, Kirishima scoots backward on the bed so his legs no longer hang over the side, and Bakugou can sit higher in his lap.
“You think you can handle it then?” Kirishima says with a smirk.
Bakugou huffs before placing one hand flat against his boyfriend's chest and pushing him hard so that he falls down against the pillows.
“Since when did you get so cocky?” Bakugou growls.
“It's fun to aggravate you,” Kirishima responds, not bothering to try to sit up. Instead, he moves his hands to rest on Bakugou’s thighs. “I like it when you get a little aggressive.”
“Fine,” Bakugou replies, keeping one hand planted on Kirishima’s chest and using the other to guide his cock to his prepared entrance. “If that’s how you like it.”
Bakugou sinks down onto Kirishima’s dick, hissing at the burn the stretch causes. Even with the lube and prep, Kirishima’s large enough that it still hurts to take him fully inside. Bakugou doesn’t back down, though, and after a moment finds himself fully seated on Kirishima’s cock.
Bakugou gasps and pants for a moment, trying to adjust to the incredible feeling of being filled. He’s still not used to this, even after almost two months.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Kirishima groans beneath him.
“Not so high and mighty now, huh?” Bakugou says as he rolls his hips.
Kirishima moans, and his eyes roll back slightly. “Fuck you feel so good.”
“I bet I do,” Bakugou huffs as he begins to move up and down, rolling his hips forward with each thrust. “I bet you’ll go crazy thinking about it. About how good it feels when I ride you.”
Kirishima's moans grow louder as he digs his fingers into Bakugou’s thighs.
Bakugou gasps as Kirishima’s hips begin to thrust and roll in tandem with his movements. It doesn’t take long before his own moans start to match those of the boy beneath him.
“Fuck, Eiji,” he whines when a particular thrust presses directly into his prostate.
“Right there, huh?” Kirishima pants as he grabs onto Bakugou’s waist and begins to fuck into him with purpose.
Bakugou’s voice breaks on a moan as an incredible heat blossoms in his groin.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum—“
In an instant, Kirishima sits up and twists so that Bakugou’s back is pressed into the mattress and his legs are splayed in the air.
Bakugou nearly screams as the change of position allows Kirishima to fuck against his prostate harder.
“Touch me,” Bakugou gasps. “Please! Fuck I need—“
Bakugou doesn’t have to beg for long before Kirishima’s hand comes forward to envelop his cock.
Bakugou nearly chokes on his own moan as cum rockets from his dick, splattering all across his own chest.
But Kirishima doesn’t stop fucking him.
Bakugou can no longer control the string of moans wrenching from his body as Kirishima continues to thrust deep inside of him.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Kirishima hisses.
Kirishima gives one more final thrust with a moan that almost sounds like a battle cry. Bakugou closes his eyes and groans as warmth spills over inside of him.
The pair hold still for a moment, panting and shaking tangled up in each other.
“You came inside of me,” Bakugou breathes, somewhat incredulous.
“Oh fuck, I’m sorry,” Kirishima says, trying to move backwards, but Bakugou wraps his legs around his hips to keep him in place.
“No it’s fine,” he replies, opening his eyes to see Kirishima’s blown pupils staring right back at him. “It’s kinda hot.”
“Fuck, baby you can’t just say shit like that,” Kirishima smiles with a breath of a laugh.
“Baby?” Bakugou croaks.
Kirishima blinks as a sobering look washes over him. “Is that okay?”
Bakugou swallows, not wanting to give away just how okay it is. Kirishima called him baby, and it made his heart skip a beat.
“Only if I can call you something stupid too.”
Kirishima beams before leaning in to kiss Bakugou.
“You can call me whatever you want, baby.”
“Oh, yeah?” Bakugou grumbles. “What about teddy bear?”
Kirishima blinks and pulls back slightly.
“Teddy bear?”
“You gonna call me a stupid name, then I get to call you one too,” Bakugou smirks, trying to hide his trepidation. Was it really too weird? Too stupid?
“I like it.”
Bakugou tries to hide his relief as Kirishima brings their mouths together again.
“Good, because now you’re stuck with it, teddy bear.”
Kirishima hums against his lips in what seems like happy acknowledgment.
Their tongues dance together lazily as they relax into one another.
“I should pull out now,” Kirishima whispers once he eventually breaks the kiss.
“Already?” Bakugou sighs.
Kirishima rolls his eyes and presses the pair’s foreheads together.
“I knew it.”
“Knew what?”
“You’ve been letting me win.”
Bakugou pushes himself into the pillows so he can glare up at his boyfriend and his stupid grin.
“I have not!”
“There’s no shame in preferring to bottom, babe.”
“I am not a bottom!”
“Oh yeah?” Kirishima smirks before pulling his hips backward, sliding himself out of Bakugou’s ass slowly.
Bakugou swallows and tries to tamper his reaction, but Kirishima’s humor-sparkling eyes don’t seem to miss it.
Kirishima sits back on his knees and trails his gaze all the way down Bakugou’s still-splayed form, his eyes finally coming to rest no doubt on Bakugou’s stretched out hole.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Bakugou growls. He tries to close his legs but is blocked by Kirishima’s hands.
“Why not?”
“It’s embarrassing!”
Kirishima snorts and slides further down the bed, lying on his stomach between Bakugou’s thighs.
“Hey, what are you—“ Bakugou’s attempt to sit up and question his boyfriend is halted as Kirishima’s mouth presses against his already sensitive entrance. His breath catches, and his body spasms as Kirishima pushes his tongue inside of him.
Bakugou falls back against the pillows and grabs desperately at the sheets as Kirishima begins to eat out his already sensitive ass.
“Eiji, I—ah!” Bakugou can’t get a word out as his back arcs all on its own, and his thighs tremble at the overstimulation.
Kirishima hums against Bakugou’s ass and licks deeper, lapping up the dripping cum that has begun to flow out of him.
Bakugou grits his teeth and throws one of his arms over his face as Kirishima pulls light, desperate ohs from him as he licks away at his insides. They’ve had sex before, but they’ve never done anything like this.
Bakugou is shaking and humping up against nothing by the time Kirishima is satisfied.
Bakugou looks up at his boyfriend’s smug expression from under the arm he had used to shield his face.
“You bastard,” he pants.
Kirishima licks his lips as he leans over Bakugou. “You’re cute when you’re squirming.”
“I am not cute!” Bakugou barks. Kirishima simply kisses him in response. His breath tastes like salt.
“You’re also a mess,” he says once he breaks the kiss.
Bakugou rolls his eyes as Kirishima reaches for a discarded towel.
Bakugou holds out his hand expectantly, but Kirishima ignores it and begins wiping the cooling cum off of his chest himself.
“You don’t have to do that,” Bakugou grunts.
“I know,” Kirishima replies gently. “But I want to take care of you, baby.”
Bakugou tries to ignore the way his heart hiccups as Kirishima calls him baby with that dopey grin on his face.
“Whatever,” Bakugou mutters as Kirishima tosses the soiled towel aside.
“Come here, you angry tumbleweed,” Kirishima laughs as he swoops down to claim Bakugou’s lips.
“What the hell did you just call me, shitty hair!” Bakugou snaps as he pulls away.
“Would you prefer aggressive Pomeranian?” Kirishima smirks.
“Oh, fuck you!” Bakugou responds.
“You’re cute when you’re mad.”
“I am not cute!”
Kirishima rolls his eyes and attempts to kiss Bakugou again, but he turns his face to the side.
Kirishima shrugs and begins kissing along his jaw and throat instead, stopping in certain places to suckle or nip at his skin.
“You keep doing that, you’re gonna leave a mark,” Bakugou sighs as he begins to relax into his boyfriend's touch again.
“Good,” Kirishima murmurs against his skin.
Bakugou turns his head back so he can peer into Kirishima’s eyes.
“What do you mean ‘good’?”
It’s not that their relationship is a secret, just that they haven’t been exactly public about it. This thing and these feelings are special and belong to them, and they agreed that they don’t want to have to share it with the world just yet.
“Just that, you’ve already got a lot of fans out there and people looking at you,” Kirishima says softly as he begins to kiss along Bakugou’s neck once again. “But right here, right now, you are all mine.”
Bakugou swallows as Kirishima suckles the soft spot just beneath his jaw. He then brings his hands to rub along his boyfriend’s naked back.
Red Riot has plenty of fans, too.
“Maybe tomorrow we'll let that little stalker fan club get a picture of both of us with hickeys,” Bakugou laughs.
“They’d go nuts,” Kirishima snorts.
“Exactly,” Bakugou growls before pulling his boyfriend down for another kiss.