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The door pushed open with a whine, Bakugou and Kirishima trudged into their apartment after patrol was done.
“It felt like this damn day wouldn’t end.” Bakugou cursed under his breath.
“I’m home,” Kirishima muttered, chucking his shoes off in the genkan and shuffling over to the couch, hitting the cushions with a groan. Reaching his arm back, he pulled his hair out from the bun and let it fall into a long ponytail. Bakugou looked at his tired boyfriend before locking the door behind him and sliding off his shoes, placing them neatly and fixing Kirishima’s.
Today could only be described as a pile of shit. It was supposed to be a peaceful day, kids enjoying the warm weather outside with their friends, family outings, and the works. But villains don’t seem to care to relax in good weather.
At times like these, Bakugou regrets raising his hero rank so fast. He felt weary, he was given no breaks today. Having to deal with two separate hostage situations would make anyone want to end their day with a quickness. He was the number 5 hero, getting someone intimidating like Dynamight makes negotiations like this end more safely. But this is what he signed up for, he would hold it with pride. However, seeing Kirishima slump into the couch after rescuing civilians from a burning building and then holding up said building for firefighters made him feel like it was light work.
Making his way to the couch, Bakugou throws his keys onto the table before landing with a huff next to Kirishima. Bakugou rubs his temple, the stress was getting to him badly. As they share a tired glance, they sigh and let the cushions engulf them. Normally, Bakugou hates wearing his civilian clothes after a shift, so he goes for a long shower and changes into his comfortable house clothes. Today is different, though. He feels a headache coming on, all the stress deciding on what else to annoy him with.
Kirishima stared blankly at the ceiling, waiting for the ache in his arms and back to dissipate. He would like to say he would never do that again, but if it saved innocent people, he would do it 1000 times more until he crumbled. He lets out another tired sigh. He wants to change and sleep, he can shower in the morning, no matter how much Bakugou complains.
Kirishima is internally hyping himself up, about to move his heavy arms when he feels the couch shift, and suddenly, he is straddling Bakugou’s lap. His arms quickly went around his waist, and Kirishima looked down to see a large tuft of blond hair below his face. Before he could speak, Bakugou spoke. “I just need to hold onto something. Today was shit.” Kirishima hummed in agreement before bringing his hands to Bakugou's hair and softly replied.
"How do you keep it so soft, Katsu?" He wants to keep the mood quiet, but can't help the small "god, I needed this" that escapes his lips. He hears Bakugou scoff and feels him lightly shake his head, muffled words slipping out from Kirishima’s chest.
“By not bleaching and dying it every month, what would you know about it, Red?”
Kirishima let out a faux gasp, “Now you know that’s a low blow, babe. How will my luscious locs stay so red?” They giggle softly together before returning to their cuddling. The tension in Kirishima’s bones has lessened ever so slightly. He loved this man dearly. He said nothing as he played with his hair, blond hair flowing through his fingers, and Bakugou released a heavy breath, they both needed the closeness. The heat between them relaxes their bodies, and soft hums fill the space around them.
Bakugou unraveled his hands to place them on Kirishima’s back, feeling his muscles under the shirt. Making an executive decision, he moved his hands under Kirishima’s shirt, letting out an amused huff after feeling his boyfriend lightly jump, and started to massage his back with his heated hands. The occasional hitching breath and hisses of pain would escape his lips when an area Bakugou came across was too tense, but he would let out a deep breath of relief not long after, letting out pleasing hums as his muscles relaxed. Tender, warm hands ran up and smoothed his back, pressing out all the tight knots along his shoulder, spine, and lower back.
“Oh God, yes, there,” Kirishima moans, shivering and then slumping into Bakugou’s body. It felt so damn good, large hands kneading the sore spots across his body. Touches left his back tingling, he let out small moans as Bakugou continued. Kirishima felt like a smoothy, all slushy. He began rocking slightly to the rhythm of Bakugou’s hands. Even though Kirishima felt so relaxed, the leftover energy from today left him antsy, left him wanting. And Bakugou was made aware of that real quick, he felt the rocking slowly turn into soft grinding.
Lifting his head ever so slightly, Bakugou managed to take a glimpse of Kirishima’s flushed face, his eyes shut hard, mouth slightly agape, quiet moans flowing out like a river. Bakugou slides his hands down to Kirishima's hips and holds him still, stopping Kirishima mid-thrust. The whine that leaves his lips was downright sinful.
“If you want something, you have to tell me, Eijirou.” One of Bakugou’s hands moves from Kirishima's hips to lightly grasp his chin, making glossy scarlet meet focused crimson, a new type of tension building swiftly. Hands raise to paw at Bakugou’s chest, he is trying to find his words, but it’s hard to focus, it is like his brain is being filled with cotton. Kirishima glances at Bakugou's lips and back to his eyes.
“Can I kiss you, please? I just…” he trails off, not knowing what to say. All of his words feel jumbled, and the mumbles that follow lack coherence. Bakugou lets out a smirk, of course, him being an amazing boyfriend led to his Red being so needy.
“You are asking so nicely for me, of course, Eiji. Come here.” Their lips connect softly, Kirishima’s heart feels like it's beating out of his chest. He feels it in his ears. Could Bakugou hear it? How needy Kirishima is for him? Kirishima reaches and grips Bakugou's shoulders, pulling himself even closer as the soft kisses begin to get heavier, hotter, wetter. Kirishima runs his tongue against his lips. He wants in, needs more of him, and Bakugou — always willing— lets him in. Soft and sensual moans leave both of their lips, Bakugou's hands tightening on Kirishima’s hip and waist, holding him down as he brings Kirishima fully against him, completely flush against one another.
Bakugou parts for a breath, a string of saliva connecting their mouths. Kirishima leans in to continue, but Bakugou pushes his head into his neck.
“I know that you are enjoying this but I need to breathe sunshine, just a second,” he pants, as he's catching his breath, he feels Kirishima licking and sucking at his neck. Bakugou shivers at this. He knows that when he has to cover all of his marks, hide them under the high collar of his hero costume, no one would know but he and Kirishima. Fuck, his dick is getting harder in his jeans, and Kirishima’s grinding is definitely not helping it slow down, rocking back and forth as he sucks down to his collarbone, whining, wanting to put his lips back on Bakugou's.
Kirishima lifts up from Bakugou's neck and stares down at Bakugou, tears pooling in his eyes, he needs more, so much more. He wants to feel good, he wants Bakugou to feel good so he can feel good. He’s whining and whispering, hips grinding down harder, feeling Bakugou's dick on his ass.
“Katsu, Katsuki, please. Please, Katsuki, more.” He cries before sloppily kissing him again, his hands gripping his back so hard that Bakugou can feel his nails through the barrier of his t-shirt. Bakugou grabs his hair and thrusts up with his hips. They were both so hungry, devouring each other with every kiss. Fires igniting in their bodies, swapped spit, bitten and swollen lips, hands grabbing restlessly at their clothes, hips rubbing against each other was the only noise that filled their living room. Every time they parted, they quickly dove in for more, like they couldn’t be separated for even a moment.
With a pull of his hair, Kirishima is dragged away from Bakugou's lips with a cry of pleasure, a shiver wracking his body violently, and Bakugou watches with bated breath as Kirishima loses himself in the pleasure.
“It’s okay, Red, I got you.” Bakugou runs his hands all over his back, bringing Kirishima back down from his small high. Bakugou brings his hand to Kirishima's face, wiping away the tears that feel, his poor baby was so overwhelmed.
“You are doing so good.” He runs his thumb over Kirishima’s lips. Kirishima parts his lips and sucks on Bakugou’s thumb, running his tongue around it. Bakugou lets out a groan and throws his head back. Kirishima is going to be the death of him.
“Ei, you are gonna have to talk to me. Do you wanna get on your knees?” And Kirishima nods, thumb still between his lips. A chuckle escapes from Bakugou as he removed his hand from Kirishima's mouth, noting the whine of displeasure.
“I said words, sunshine. Gotta make sure you’re okay.” That seems to make Kirishima a little more focused.
“I want to suck you off, is that okay? Please let me, I'll be good, I promise,” he pleaded, and Bakugou answered him with a quick peck to the cheek.
“Of course, let me grab the pillow, settle down on the floor, okay, Eijirou.” He nodded in agreement and stood on shaky legs, an arm came to help steady him. Kirishima responded with a swift thank you and settled onto the ground between Bakugou's knees.
“Here,” he handed Kirishima the pillow from the couch, “place it so our knees dont hurt once we are done, you already worked yourself hard today.” Kirishima smiles at Bakugou before shuffling around, placing the pillow at the foot of the couch and getting on it. As Kirishima reached for the zipper, Bakugou let out a noise of disapproval.
“No, not with your hands.” Kirishima looks up at him in confusion for a second before it clicks. Placing his arms on Bakugou's knees, he inches to the button of his pants with his teeth, popping the button open before slowly dragging the zipper down, looking up at his boyfriend. Big crimson eyes stare into Bakugou's soul.
“Oh god, doing so well, I missed your shitty hair.” He groans as he places his hand in Kirishima’s hair, playing with the strands, Kirishima whimpers as Bakugou tugs lightly at his scalp. Eyes wide, Kirishima looks at the noticeable wet patch in Bakugou's boxers, right next to his dick. The red patch of fabric on the zipper saying “lucky you” stares back at him, and then his eyes roll to the back of his head.
“Do you see what you do to me? Already hard and ready to make a mess out of you.” Bakugou shifts his hips, allowing him to find a better position to take control of his Ei if he needs to. He watches as Kirishima noses his boxers, waiting for the okay to move along. Bakugou strokes his head, and Kirishima pushes himself up to pull Bakugou's boxers off, dick standing up and hitting him in the cheek with pre-cum rubbing against his face. Kirishima kisses up from the base of his shaft to the tip, giving it a small lick to taste him, a small tease. He feels Bakugou’s hip shift slightly as he continues to lick around the head, feeling him stiffen more under his lips, sucking gently at his slit, he feels tugging in his hair.
“Can I,” he states at Bakugou, mouth still around his tip. He looks so pretty, teary-eyed, face flushed, slightly shivering. Whatever Kirishima wants, he is gonna get.
Bakugou brushes the tears from his eyes. “Of course, just remember to watch the teeth.” Kirishima lets the tip rest on his tongue, then he encases it with his puffy lips. He lets out a moan, the weight of Bakugou inside him makes his body tingle, his eyes fluttering as he takes him a bit deeper. He feels full, he feels soft, he feels warm. He feels owned. Hands brace themselves, one on the bottom of the couch, the other on the ground between his legs. Kirishima wants Bakugou's hands to be all over him, he feels so cold without him surrounding his body. He wants to be back in Bakugou's lap, straddling him and making sure he doesn't leave him alone. But if he does that, he wouldn't be inside his mouth anymore. Kirishima whines as he licks up a vein on Bakugou's shaft, only to swallow him once more, hollowing his cheeks. Bakugou groans deeply, the small moans that Kirishima is letting out spread throughout his body.
"Fu-fuck Eiji, you look so good down there," Bakugou caresses his face softly, lidded eyes looking at him full of hunger, "You are so needy, and-ahh, your mouth, it's so hot. Can I fuck your face, Red?" Kirishima nods with Bakugou's dick still in his mouth, then he goes back to sucking. Bakugou is so pleased to have Kirishima working so hard just for him, for him to feel so good. Drool leaks out from the sides of Kirishima’s mouth and trails down his chin and Bakugou's balls, he was being so messy.
"Nngh, god. Ei, Eiji! Bre-fuck-breathe through your nose okay." Bakugou gasps, his hips jump up, and he feels Kirishima moan from the stimulation. Holding the sides of Kirishima's head, Bakugou sinks down his throat, throwing his head back and groaning at the warm wetness, tightening around him just right. He lets Kirishima get adjusted to the girth inside him. Running his scarred hand through his hair, he stares at his beautiful man. God, he takes him so well.
"Eyes up," Bakugou say softly. He moans quietly, seeing Kirishima's teary, dazed eyes peer through his sweaty hair strands. "You are so fucking cute, I'm going to start okay?" Bakugou shifts around slightly before pulling his hips back and then thrusting in slowly, he feels Kirishima's mouth go slack, making entry easier. Head bobbing, Bakugou curses under his breath as he lets Kirishima's head go all the way down to the base, nose buries in his tuff of hair. The convulsing muscles of Kirishima's neck make him push him down just a little further utill he hits the back of his throat. The cry that Kirishima makes vibrates throughout his body, and a loud "Oh fuck!" echoes in the empty living room, joining the sounds of Kirishima choking on his dick, moaning every time it presses in deep.
A small puddle of spit and tears pool on the floor near Kirishima's hand. Kirishima starts rocking back and forth, dick grinding onto his arm, and Bakugou notices immediately and allows it. Kirishima has been so good for him, he deserves a little reprieve from being all pent up. Bakugou pulls Kirishima's hair with one of his hands, forcing Kirishima off his dick. Kirishima goes with a wounded cry.
"Dont give me that look, I just wanna see you for a second." He is a fucking mess, face is all wet, jaw slackened, eyes all unfocused.
"You can rock your hips, you just can't cum, okay?" A vigorous jerk of Kirishima's head was all Bakugou needed to see before pulling him back onto his dick, not giving Kirishima enough time to readjust his mouth. So when sharp teeth grazed his shaft, he jerked forward with a high-pitched keen. Bakugou felt Kirishima moving his mouth so that his tongue was constantly moving around him and his teeth were gently scraping both sides of his dick. It was so much sensation at one time when combined with the spasms of his throat.
"That's right, just like that. Oh shit, make me cum, Ei!" He brings Kirishima flush to his hips and whimpers loudly as his core shakes from the strain. "M'gonna, oh FUCK!" he paints his lover's mouth white, and he doubles over, bracing himself on Kirishima's shoulders as he shudders through his orgasm, gingerly grinding his hips on his face.
"Nghh, oh shit, take- take it all, love, god. There you go. You did so well just for me, so good." Kirishima groans around him, making him quiver as he pulls out, a string of cum and saliva connecting them together. A finger slips between Kirishima's swollen lips and tilts his head up to face his partner. He tries to keep the cum on his tongue— Bakugou didn't say to swallow yet, and he doesn't want to upset him now.
"Open more, I wanna see," he pants, his voice hoarse from the cries and moans. Kirishima parts his lips, he slips further, sticking his tongue out to show all the release left on his tongue. His eyes trail Bakugou as he sees the blond shiver and lean back into the couch.
"Swallow for me." Kirishima does, another pleased noise escaping Bakugou. Kirishima whined softly, he was so charged, and he couldn't do anything, no matter how much he grinds, nothing was working. He made an executive decision and scrambled onto Bakugou's lap, arms crossed tightly around his neck. Strong arms came to rub his back, an attempt to soothe that only fed his insatiability. He wanted— no, needed— to cum, it hurt, and he needed him, needed him to fix it.
"C-can I use you, please? I need to feel you against me. Please, I can't do it alone." He tightens the grip he has around Bakugou and presses his tented pants to his abs. Kirishima registers the drag of hands moving from his back to his waist.
A kiss pressed to his forehead, another to his eyelids, his cheeks, his nose, then a long kiss to his lips.
"Anything for you, Eijirou." Kirishima leans back with Bakugou, this angle making it easier for him to push off. "Go on, take what you need, you deserve it." Kirishima shoves his head into Bakugou's neck, he loves this man so much, he would do anything for him. He circles his hips, and it sends tremors off within him, his body shaking as he continues to thrust himself against Bakugou. The traces of Bakugou's finger leaving small shapes into his hips spur Kirishima on more, he wants more of that touch. Bakugou arches his back, their chest now creating friction between them, the added stimulation produces a shrill cry from Kirishima, and he activates his quirk— it's so much.
They rock together rigorously, Kirishima moans as his pleasure builds while his legs tremble. He's been on his knees for so long, but he is almost there. He's been hard for so long that it hurts. The furrow between his brows deepens as he rocks faster, Bakugou's moans get louder in his ears, or is that his own? He doesn't even know anymore, everything is blurring together. Jagged teeth land in Bakugou's neck, and the blond whines and squeezes his hands firmly on his waist, then Kirishima slumps in Bakugou's arms. His legs are burning, he whines, releasing his mouth from Bakugou and grumbling under his breath. He was almost there, he just needed a little more.
"Katsuki, please, I'm so close. Help, ugh, please help me, I'm so tired, I can’t-" A kiss is pressed to the side of his head.
"I got you, let me please you now, okay." A hand slides up to Kirishima's upper back, another to his hip. Using the leverage from the angle they are at, Bakugou bounces Kirishima in his lap, once, twice, then he continues the rhythm they had before. Slick mouths connect once more, feeling one another, breathing each other in. Kirishima feels every lick of Bakugou's tongue in his mouth, every movement of his hips, his dick pressing to his ass. Kirishima swears he can hear Bakugou's heart beating in his own chest. The thrusts goes faster, they are not even kissing anymore, moaning and babbling in each other's face. Kirishima's back suddenly burns with heat, and he is tipped over the edge, withering in his lover's arms as he screams out, wetting his jeans and underwear. He is deadweight in Bakugou's arms as he is hugged close to his body. Shaking and whimpering from Bakugou alerts Kirishima that he is done too.
The body under Kirishima relaxes, and they are both huffing, needing all the air they can get. Then the slight burning smell reaches Kirishima's nose, he slightly wiggles to feel his pants and shirt hard in some places. Bakugou's quirk went off just enough to set off a minor explosion, just enough to burn his clothes. Kirishima doesn't even care, the comfort of Bakugo's body heat is too sweet to care about anything else. A chin fell to the crown of his head, and hands stroked up and down his body. He hummed in satisfaction, and he cuddled closer to Bakugo, both shuffling to find a better position to take the pressure off of his sore legs.
Bakugou lifted the redhead to lay his legs in his lap and to lean into the side of his body. Scarred arm wrapping around his waist. They sat there in silence, basking in their high. Kirishima ran his hand across Bakugou's chest to his heart, it was beating strongly. He wiggled a bit to put his ear on his chest, listening to it go. The rhythmic beating calmed his own heart down.
Bakugou muttered, chest vibrating as he spoke, "Do you want to get cleaned up now, or do you want to sit here more with me?"
Kirishima opened his mouth to respond, btu let out a cough, all of that screaming left his throat sore. "Yeah, I want to go to sleep, but not sticky like this." Bakugou chuckles and stands up, bending his back, a series of cracks followed shortly. Kirishima winced, he doesn't even want to know what his own legs feel like. He turns to stand up, but Bakugou stops him, grabs his hips, and hoists him up. An unmanly squeak leaves Kirishima. "Katsuki wha-"
"You are just going to stumble, and then we will be in the hallway all damn night. Let me do this for you." A grin splits his face, how manly of him. They make their way to the bedroom, Bakugou setting him down softly onto the bed. Kirishima watches Bakugou leave to go to their bathroom. Water running quietly, then stopping, Bakugou appearing in the doorway with two washcloths.
"Do you need help taking those off? Actually, no. Let me do it, you're just gonna fall over." He mutters, more to himself than to Kirishima.
"You know," Kirishima's voice was still hoarse," those were my limited edition Dynamight True Religion collab jeans." A small giggle escaped him, he continued, "I spent good money on those. I need my payout." He unbuttons his jeans.
"For someone who wants to move, you love to talk shit." Bakugou smacked Kirishima's hands away lightly before yanking both the jeans and boxers down.
"Katsuki!" he yelps as he got pulled down onto the bed, his jeans only halfway off.
Bakugou gives a small peck to the side of Kirishima's mouth. "I will see if we have a spare at the agency, okay? You earned it for putting in all the effort," whispering the last part, a flush spread across both their cheeks, ironic considering what they just did earlier. Bakugou slips off his bottoms before grabbing the first washcloth and gently wiping Kirishima's groin. He let out a light hiss, still sensitive, and Bakugou quietly apologizes, then went to his own and did the same. He shoots it into the hamper. Bakugou reaches for his clothes and strips them off, gathering them with Kirishima's and throwing them in the hamper as well.
"Sit up for me, Eiji. I need your shirt too." With a grunt, Kirishima sits up and pulls his shirt off with effort and tosses it to him.
"There you go," and he flops back down to the bed. Bakugou was right, if he were to walk from the couch to here, he would have been crawling. His body felt warm and loose, all he wanted to do was sleep and-
"Come on, sit up one more time, I need to wipe this off of you." A warm hand presses to the center of Kirishima's back and hoists him up, his head leaning against his stomach, body still loose. The coldness of the cloth slightly startles Kirishima before he relaxes again, the stickiness of the sweat replaced with the cold air touching his clean, damp skin. He sighs into Bakugou's stomach, he always takes such great care of him, no matter what. He would never have anyone else that would treat him like this, and he is sure of it.
"You are so amazing, Katsuki," Kirishima mumbles into Bakugou. He feels his arms still. "You always do everything you can for me, and that is so amazing, thank you." A shaky exhale is heard before arms surround his head, Bakugou leaning on him every so slightly.
"Th- Thank you, Ei," he shyly whispers, Kirishima slowly lifts his arms to return the embrace. A small set of kisses are planted on Bakugou's stomach.
"What are you doing, shitty hair?" Bakugou chuckled, petting Kirishima's hair softly.
"I am making sure you get some kisses back, you did most of the kissing today," he replied, then returned to kissing his abdomen.
"Well, let me wipe off real quick, it's more comfortable if we lay down," Kirishima hummed in agreement, backing up and finally opening his eyes to look at his boyfriend's face, a small smile with a soft pink flush, he looked almost embarrassed. He grinned to himself, scooting back and lying down on his side of the bed, watching Bakugou rub his toned body before he slipped into the bed beside him. Kirishima opened his arms and Bakugou goes into them with no hesitation. A kiss is planted on the tuft of blond hair.
"We should take off on Friday next week, we can go to the aquarium and finally see those sharks I showed you." Kirishima proposed quietly, a break was needed, and a three-day weekend seemed fun. Bakugou shifted to look up at Kirishima from his chest.
"Do you think it would be that easy to take off? They need me for everything these days." He was upset and tired, which was completely understandable, as much as Kirishima gets called out for physical text, Bakugou gets that and a fuck ton of paperwork. Every time Bakugou comes home and is drained, Kirishima is glad he still works under Fatgum and is not about to start his own agency like Bakugou.
"You are the number 8 hero, I think you can do anything." A huff left Bakugou, and he buried his head into Kirishima's chest once again. "Of course I can, I'm not some damn extra."
"I know you're not, you're mine."