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Katsuki didn't like waking up before sunrise, especially when it wasn't on his own. Like now, when something wet and rough crawled across his face and woke him from his sleep.
Awake and confused, his fingers clasped the red, thin figure that made a soft noise and squirmed in his grip. He blinked, rubbed his eyes, and as his vision cleared, he spotted the red lizard and let out a scoffing sound. His hand opened, releasing the animal, which chirped at him and grinned as if it didn't bother it that Katsuki could crush it with his bare hands. But they both knew he would never hurt it.
“What the hell?” Katsuki growled, stretching his arms, cracking individual bones, and then moving his shoulders to release the tension. The sun wasn't even halfway up yet, but it bathed the sky in soft, warm colors as he looked up. “The sun isn't even up yet,” he grumbled to his companion, glaring at him.
The lizard trilled again, spun around twice, stood up on its hind legs, and stretched out its two little arms toward him, as if it wanted Katsuki to pick it up. A sigh escaped him as he stretched out his arm and the animal climbed up it. Its claws left slight scratches, but they didn't bother him; they would disappear in a few minutes anyway.
“You're really lazy, you know that, Shitty Lizzy?” He turned his head toward him, watching his companion dance around on his shoulder and make itself comfortable on the white fur of his collar. Then it stared at him with its red slits, blinked, and grinned at him. At least, Katsuki assumed it was supposed to be a grin.
“Stupid lizard,” Katsuki grumbled, looking away and finally standing up without caring whether his friend fell down or not. It wouldn't be his fault if he was too stupid to hold on properly.
A gentle, questioning trill sounded.
“No idea, 'Shima,” Katsuki muttered, rolling up the blanket and stuffing it into his backpack before slinging it over his free shoulder. He destroyed the campfire site to cover his tracks and then ran toward the sunrise.
The rough, small head of the lizard nestled against his neck, making him flinch slightly. He would never admit that it tickled him. “What?” he asked calmly, frowning as he walked through the forest, occasionally stepping on a stick. The creature trilled again, softly and soothingly, almost apologetically. “Next time, don’t use up all your energy. Then I won’t have to carry you around,” Katsuki replied without any hint of anger.
It didn't even bother him when he had to carry his friend around; he actually liked having him so close, feeling his warm presence. Since Kirishima had accompanied him on his journey, he no longer felt lonely. Or lost. He enjoyed the trip even more than when he had traveled with the nerd and his friends. Kirishima calmed him down, and even when he got upset, he still felt relaxed. It was a strange combination that he didn't question. He didn't even want to know what it meant for him.
His friend chirped happily and pressed his head harder against his skin, making him smile slightly as he arrived at a narrow stream and stopped in front of it. “Yeah, yeah,” Katsuki murmured, pressing two fingers against the beige scales on its belly. Kirishima immediately puffed out his chest, almost proud that Katsuki was touching him, and then snuggled back into his fur collar.
They still had at least a three-day march ahead of them before they would arrive in Bakugou's kingdom. Three whole days during which he would have to continue carrying Kirishima around as a lizard. Probably. He wasn't sure, as it was extremely rare for the dragon to use up almost all of his energy in a fight.
But it had also been one of the toughest battles against Shigaraki and his troops, and it wasn't over yet. Both sides had suffered losses, and so he had been less than thrilled when his friend suddenly disappeared on the battlefield and he couldn't search for him right away until the enemy had retreated.
It still felt like he was standing side by side with Deku, firing his magic and feeling the adrenaline and magic pulsing through his body. His gaze would wander across the field until he spotted the red mane of hair, and the next time he blinked, it would be gone. Poof. Vanished into thin air.
Everything inside him had frozen. And then the adrenaline returned, bringing with it fear for Kirishima. His explosions detonated more fiercely, leaving behind greater devastation than just a few seconds earlier. “Out of the way!” The sounds on the battlefield were overshadowed by his magic, and at the same time, his scream was swallowed up.
Katsuki blasted the enemy army away; in their faces, against their chest, and even his feet collided with the undead summoned by Shigaraki. In this way, he tried to fight his way to Kirishima's last known location.
The pulling in his stomach grew stronger, the knot in his chest continued to grow. He saw no fire, heard no dragon roar. Only the battle cries of his people, the enemy, the clanging of weapons, and murmured spells. No sign of his dragon.
“DIIIIIIIIIIE!” He shouted this word over and over again, fighting his way through. His bones ached, his hands burned like hell, his arms trembled, and every now and then he missed his target. But he kept going.
Giving up would never be an option.
The sense of time had long since disappeared, everything seemed muffled to Katsuki as he threw an undead creature to the ground and finished it off with his crackling magic. And then it grew quieter. Just like that.
“They're retreating,” he heard Deku shout.
“It's about time,” Katsuki growled and stumbled forward. His knees were like jelly and he could barely stay on his feet.
“Kiri,” he muttered. “Where are you?”
“Bakugou,” he heard Sero say as he appeared beside him.
How long had he been there? And why did his legs feel less heavy? Why was Sero’s arm resting on his shoulder? Sero's lips moved, but only fragments of words came out. “Going well.” “Energy expended.” “Miniature form.”
It made absolutely no sense, but he believed it was about his best friend and that he was alive. And that was important. The knot in his chest grew smaller and the pressure eased.
“He protected us from Dabi's flames,” Mina greeted him and Sero. In her hand was a floating, milky sphere. The color red was blurred, as was the small silhouette behind the shield.
Sero let go of his arm and Katsuki immediately reached out his hands and grabbed the sphere. It burst like a bubble and a red lizard appeared, which he caught. “Is he asleep?”
“Yes, he’ll probably sleep a whole day. He used up the rest of his energy to protect us. Luckily, Shigaraki and his army have retreated,” Mina replied reverently, staring at Katsuki's hands, in which Kirishima slumbered peacefully.
He's fine.
That was the only thing that mattered.
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The sun was still hiding behind the trees, no light woke him up, but he was enveloped in a wonderful warmth. It was anything but unfamiliar, especially the large, strong arm that was wrapped around his stomach and showed no sign of letting go.
Katsuki blinked slightly, grunted, and pressed himself closer to the warm source, only to feel the other's body press against him as well. The pressing became more intense, the grip tightened, and the breath on his neck quickened slightly. Goosebumps ran down his arms, over his spine, and down to his toes, making him shiver.
His breath caught, his heart did somersaults, and a tingling sensation began to grow in his stomach, igniting the small flame that flared up every now and then when Kirishima held him like this. This situation was not uncommon, nor was the physical contact, but until now, Katsuki had always managed to force himself to keep his distance. Not to get carried away. Not to give in to his desires, which had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.
Did Kirishima suspect something? Until now, he had never mentioned anything, hinted at anything, or even attempted to touch him longer than necessary. Only in his sleep was he constantly so close to him. It even happened that the dragon's fingers wandered over his body, creating an intimate moment without letting it get out of hand. Just like at this moment.
But today was different.
The whole atmosphere felt tense, because they had never been on the road for so long before. Kirishima, in his miniature form, had nestled permanently on his shoulder and sought protection from him. Usually it was the other way around. Katsuki leaning against his dragon form, letting himself be warmed, because it could get quite cold at night.
A sigh escaped him when Kirishima's lips brushed his skin and it felt like a kiss. Automatically, his hand wandered down to the heat, wanting to dispel the burning desire in his groin. He slipped his hand under his waistband, stroked the light pubic hair, and grasped his erection, eliciting a gasp from himself.
It was wrong.
He shouldn't be jerking off while lying in his friend's arms.
But it didn't feel wrong, nor did it feel right. Like an invisible line he was threatening to cross. He moved his hand slowly up and down, feeling the beads of wetness as he ran his thumb over the tip and spread it.
His movements became slightly faster, it was easier with the fluid, and he closed his eyes, fluttering them. His hips also began to move slowly in time. His mind was still clear enough to be careful not to wake Kirishima, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Every time he pushed his hips back, he pressed against Kirishima’s lower abdomen. And Katsuki could feel him. The hard bulge against his butt, and just the thought of picturing it—huge, veiny, plump, and slightly curved—drove him crazy. He hadn't seen him like that before. If he saw him, it was only when they washed themselves in the river or had to take their clothes off for other reasons.
“Fuck,” Katsuki whimpered. It would definitely be exhilarating and probably painful at first if he had to take that cock inside him, but he could do it. And how he could do it.
“Katsuki,” he’d growl.
Yes. That's exactly how it would sound if Kirishima said his name at that moment. Growling, dripping with lust and wild. He would never admit it, but he would beg to hear it for real. Just once.
“Katsuki.”
His hand moved faster, his hips pressing against the circular motion. Hot breath brushed his ear, whispering dirty words in his imagination, calling him a good boy.
“Please,” Katsuki gasped into the silence, begging for release.
“No,” was growled in his ear. A large hand clasped his and everything came to a halt.
He widened his eyes, opened his mouth, and nothing came out but stammered, indistinct words.
“Psss,” Kirishima said soothingly. “Let me continue,” he whispered.
As if his hand acted of its own accord, Katsuki let go.
He let out a stifled sound as the large hand clamped tighter around his swollen member and continued pumping. It was strange, but felt damn good, even though it was the first time someone else had ever touched him. Someone jerking him off, and he could never have imagined in his wildest dreams that this would ever happen.
Maybe he was dreaming that too.
“Not a dream,” Kirishima growled in his ear, licking his earlobe and playing with his red earring. “So be a good boy and moan for me. Moan—” He pumped harder. “—For—” The tingling sensation built up along with the heat in his lower abdomen. “—Your—” Kirishima nibbled on his ear. “Dragon.”
“Kiri—Aaah,” and he let himself be carried away. He thrust his hips into his hand, wanting more friction. Faster. Harder. It wasn't enough.
“That's good.”
His vision blurred, the heat grew, and the desire for more became increasingly intense. The longing to feel him, to truly feel him, became insatiable. “Need you,” Katsuki whimpered, pressing himself against the hard monster at his backside. Greed took over all his thoughts.
“Not now.”
A disappointed sound escaped Katsuki's throat.
“Later. When I've made you ready, my prince,” Kirishima whispered seductively in his ear. “When I plunge my fingers into your beautiful hole and stretch you. Prepare you for my cock so you can take it perfectly.”
Katsuki moaned loudly at the thought, arching his back. The pressure in his abdomen became almost unbearable.
“Exactly. I'll stretch you out until you can't think about anything else. Until you lose your mind, and then I'll fuck you. In every position until you forget your name. I'll make you scream so everyone knows who you belong to, and it will be my pleasure to let you bounce on my cock,” Kirishima growled, and Katsuki felt the precum on his back. “Because that's where you belong, on my lap, stuffed full of my cum, my prince. My dragon rider,” Kirishima growled, nibbling on his neck.
The grip around his cock tightened, then loosened again, but the speed of the pumping increased. The rough friction made him moan, drove him almost crazy. The sensory overload was just too much. The heavy breathing on his neck, his own moans that sounded so obscene and foreign. The wet sounds created by Kirishima's hand and his cum.
“Cum for me.”
And Katsuki just let go. All he could see was white. Everything in his body contracted, exploding like fireworks as he poured himself into the large hand and pressed his back against the dragon’s chest. His fingers clasped the strong arm, leaving red crescent marks.
“Good boy,” Kirishima murmured in his ear as he slowed his hand and then stopped. “Now sleep. We have a lot to discuss.”
Katsuki let out a satisfied grunt as his body came down from the high and relaxed as if he had just returned from a flight with his dragon. Once again, he was embraced by Kirishima's arm and pressed against his warm, broad chest. It felt just perfect.
He smiled. His perfect dragon.