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The first thing Eijirou saw when he woke up was brown.
He blinked, letting his eyes adjust to the light. Everything was out of focus but he slowly became aware of warmth and the softness of fur wrapped around him. Next to him was the crackle and smoke of a fire, and for a moment he thought he was back in the town, its houses collapsing into cinders and its streets splattered with blood.
He gasped and tried to sit up but the shooting pain in his side had him on his back in seconds. He hissed, his hand feeling along his torso.
The first thing he noticed was that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Instead of worn cloth and armor under his fingers, bandages crisscrossed in an intricate pattern over his chest and along his arms. He glanced at them and could just make out dried blood stains before he got too dizzy and had to lie back down.
He had lost a lot of blood. But he was also a warrior and had been through worse situations than this. He’d live.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, wincing as the movement made his wounds pull across his skin. First thing’s first, he needed to figure out just how big of a mess he was in.
He opened his eyes and glanced around, trying to take in as much as he could without moving. The cave was a small one, just large enough to accommodate a small campsite. Outside, the rain was coming down in icy torrents, but inside the shelter of the cave, it was warm and dry - almost cozy. It was such a contrast to the town in his memories that he blinked, trying to remember how he’d gotten here. All he could remember were bandits, flames, a child screaming through the smoke.
Shoving Midoriya and the child out of the house before the whole thing came down on top of them.
Then nothing.
Clearly, someone had brought him here. On the opposite side of the fire, he could just make out piles of food and a roll of clothes nestled in a mound of fur. Whoever it had been, they wouldn’t be gone for long.
Lightning flashed outside then, and the ensuing roll of thunder made him look towards the cave entrance.
He froze.
Standing just on the edge of the fire’s light was a man. He was tall, maybe taller than Eijirou, and built but still lean, like he had been hardened by life in the wilderness.
For a moment they just watched each other, the only noise the pounding of the rain. Then lightning struck behind him, silhouetting the man, and Eijirou twisted himself as subtly as he could, trying to conceal the hand that had snuck out to grasp for a weapon.
His fingers groped along his leg, but not only did he not find the dagger he always kept hidden there, but there were no clothes either.
He was completely naked.
He yelped, moving to draw the furs tighter around himself, and hissed as pain shot up his arm. Almost as soon as the sound left his mouth, the stranger was at his side, crossing the cave in three quick strides.
He crouched beside him and Eijirou braced himself for the worst.
But all the man did was give him a once over before setting a canteen beside him. Then he backed off, circling around the fire to plop down on the mound of furs.
Eijirou watched him.
Now that the man was near the fire, his features were clearly visible and there was a course beauty about him, something dangerous and sharp like the way a dragon’s scales glint in the sun just before the kill. He was blond, young - probably around Eijirou’s age - and wore no shirt, just animal teeth necklaces, leather bracers, and thick pants suitable for the mountains.
“Who are you?” Eijirou asked and the man’s eyes flashed up to meet him but his expression didn’t change; he must not know what Eijirou was saying.
A barbarian then. Eijirou swallowed.
Or at least, he tried to swallow. His throat was so dry he couldn’t quite do it. He glanced down at the canteen beside him. The barbarian had looked away already, busy pulling bags of herbs out of his stockpile of food to chew them, so he cautiously reached out and gave it an experimental shake. The canteen was nearly full to bursting.
He knew Iida would tell him to exercise caution but he just couldn’t. It took almost all of his willpower just to hold off long enough to make sure the contents were actually water before greedily gulping the entire thing down.
He drank so fast that it went down his windpipe and he coughed, groaning as pain racked his chest. But before he could spill it, a hand reached out to take the canteen from him. He peeked through teary eyes to see the stranger right next to him, grumbling under his breath in another language - something sharp and rough and impossible to understand.
Then he reached for Eijirou’s bandages.
Automatically Eijirou tried to scoot away, but the attempt only caused more pain and this time the barbarian’s words were clear, his hand clamping down on Eijirou’s wrist like iron.
“IDIOT,” he yelled and Eijirou flinched. “STAY.”
He didn’t say anything else, glaring him into submission, and eventually, Eijirou nodded. That seemed to mollify him somewhat and the barbarian clicked his tongue, going back to whatever it was he’d been doing. He was quick and efficient, deftly unwrapping the bandages with gentle hands, and a small part of Eijirou marveled at that. Everything about the barbarian was so unexpected, from his light touch to his apparently shaky grasp of English.
Eijirou blushed as the fingers brushed along his chest. While the stranger had been moving him this way and that, the fur had been sliding down his back until it pooled around him, barely covering his waist. He couldn’t understand it. He was a warrior. He’d been hurt many times over and Uraraka, Jirou, and Iida had often tended to his wounds, but his skin had never jumped under their fingers, nor had it flushed with blood until it tingled all over. Not like this.
The thought weighed heavy on him and he cleared his throat to dispel the tension. “You’re really good at this.”
But the barbarian said nothing, not even a grunt of acknowledgement, and he squeezed his eyes shut, resigning himself to endure the touches in silence. The man had moved behind him now, setting a bowl with the chewed herbs down beside them as he propped Eijirou up so that they were back to chest. He could feel the difference in the span of their shoulders - the way the man was able to curl around him and envelop him in the musk wafting off skin still slick and cold with rain.
He hoped to the gods that the man couldn’t feel his heart pounding through his skin.
He shivered and the barbarian steadied him, splaying a warm hand over his side. Then he swiped his fingers through the mush in the bowl and spread it over Eijirou’s wounds. Eijirou winced, gritting his teeth against the pain. Even touching the area around the wounds sent sparks firing up his spine. He glanced down, trying to see the extent of the damage, and his stomach rolled. His torso was mottled with bruises, burns, and the black red of deep gashes.
He looked like a house had fallen on him.
He swallowed, looking away, and behind him, the barbarian hummed, a deep soothing sound meant to calm spooked animals. But Eijirou couldn’t find it in himself to be irritated at being treated like a beast. Whatever the reason it was working.
As gentle as the barbarian was, Eijirou was still worn out by the time they finished. The herbs had a soothing quality of their own, numbing the pain enough to make sleep possible. His head drooped over and over again as the man wrapped him back up in clean bandages then helped him down to rest. But before the man could retreat to the other side of the campfire, Eijirou snagged his pants leg.
They hadn’t talked nearly at all since he’d woken up in the cave and at the very least he needed to say one thing.
“I’m Kirishima Eijirou,” he said, his words muddled with sleep.
The barbarian paused and looked at him. For a moment he didn’t think the man would respond. Sleep was fast overtaking him and his grip on the pants had already loosened. But before he could drift off completely, he heard it through the darkness.
“Bakugou Katsuki.”
---
When Eijirou next woke up, it was to the feeling of Bakugou’s leg sliding between his thighs. His eyes flew open, a strangled squeak on his lips, but Bakugou only shifted, his arms tightening around him as they spooned.
For a moment, Eijirou didn’t know what to do. On the one hand, he was warm, much warmer than he had been before. Bakugou gave off heat like it was his job and that was good since their fire had gone out overnight, their breath fogging in the cool morning air. But on the other, he was fairly sure Bakugou was naked.
To make matters worse, he needed to pee. Badly.
“Okay, calm down, calm down,” he breathed. Behind him, Bakugou sighed and the air tickled along his neck, making his skin break out into goosebumps and his heart rate skyrocket. “I-I’ll just wiggle out of here and piss and by the time I get back, he’ll be awake. No biggie.”
He nodded and took a deep breath, bracing himself for a wave of pain. But when he shifted, it wasn’t nearly as bad as he expected. Whatever herbs Bakugou had used on him had worked wonders overnight - he was still a long ways away from healed but at least the pain was tolerable.
He shifted again. Bakugou had slipped an arm underneath his head and curled the other around his torso, and it was hard work trying to slip away without disturbing him. He had almost made it, one foot in the icy morning air, when suddenly a hand shot out and dragged him back in, burying him underneath the furs. Eijirou yelped, trying to adjust to the darkness.
Bakugou was on top of him. He had Eijirou caged in with his elbows and their faces were only inches away from each other.
He stared at the barbarian, eyes wide. This close and enveloped in the furs like they were, it was impossible not to smell that musk again - oaky and thick like embers on a fire. Above him Bakugou was glaring, his teeth bared, and Eijirou’s groin throbbed, but whether it was his bladder or arousal he couldn’t tell. All he could focus on was the overwhelming urge to submit, like if he could just throw his head back and show his neck like a good little bitch he might find he liked what came next.
It scared him - and more importantly, it scared him how close he came to doing it anyway.
So instead he kept his chin low and bared his teeth. He already knew it was a lost cause - he was injured and weak and Bakugou was in peak health - but his pride as a man wouldn’t let him just roll over without a fight. They struggled, Bakugou grappling to pin Eijirou’s arms and legs while Eijirou fought to push him away.
It was over almost as soon as it began.
Eijirou panted, his muscles and bladder screaming in protest. The barbarian was growling now, a near constant sound that was closer to animal than anything a human throat could produce. It was terrifying, a primal fear that made him think of night and shadows and eyes glowing in the underbrush.
But even more terrifying was his morning wood threatening to jab into Bakugou’s hip at the slightest movement.
Eijirou glanced down and immediately looked away, the image of Bakugou’s huge uncut dick hanging over his bare stomach burned into his retinas. His own dick twitched and he squirmed. He wanted to clamp a hand on himself to keep from bursting, but tugging on the arm pinned in Bakugou’s grip in the hopes he would magically understand only made the growling intensify, the barbarian’s fingers gripping him so tight it made Eijirou wince. He was going to have to say it.
“I need to piss,” he muttered, his cheeks ablaze.
The growl abruptly cut off. He was still resolutely looking away but he could sense Bakugou’s glance downward and somehow managed to blush even harder.
“Now,” he clarified.
A few seconds passed. Bakugou didn’t move and for a horrifying moment, Eijirou thought he wouldn’t. But eventually, the barbarian sat up, throwing off the blankets and exposing them to the chill morning air.
He grunted, extending a hand, and Eijirou took it gratefully, looking at anything and everything but the man’s body as Bakugou helped him to his feet. They shuffled to the cave entrance and for the first time, Eijirou caught of glimpse of the new terrain.
He gasped.
They were high in the face of the mountains, nothing but forests and hills all around them. The sun had only just come up over the horizon and in the deep violet of the sky he could just make out the form of something flying among the clouds - a wyvern or dragon maybe? It was vast and wild and beautiful - and no matter how he craned his neck, he couldn’t see any clearing that might hint at the town he had been in just days ago.
Or a bathroom.
“What are you doing?” he asked as Bakugou led him forward but the man didn’t answer. Just beyond the entrance was a ledge running the length of the mountain’s side but he doubted they would be able to hobble down it together, or even that his bladder would last that long. He didn’t want to think Bakugou would be the type to throw men off cliffs just for needing to pee but then again he hardly knew the guy.
They came to a stop just before the edge and Eijirou tensed, waiting ... then breathed a sigh of relief when no shove seemed forthcoming. Bakugou wanted him to pee off the side. A little embarrassing but a little cool too. He’d never thought of peeing from a cliff face before but now it was something he could cross off his bucket list.
He tried to take his arm back from where it was draped over Bakugou’s shoulders but Bakugou held firm, their bodies touching from shoulder to hip.
Eijirou frowned.
“Alright,” he said, slightly nervous now, “you can let me go. I won’t escape, I promise.”
But the barbarian just gave him a flat stare, stubborn and unmoving. Eijirou’s bladder gave him a warning clench and he grimaced, a few drops of piss leaking out before he could stop them.
“I can do it myself,” he begged, his face flushing all over again. He was about to wet himself if this barbarian didn’t let go of him but the guy didn’t seem to get the picture. Instead of backing off Bakugou just scrutinized him, cataloging every inch of his face like he had never seen a man who wanted to piss in peace before, and Eijirou was desperate now, his knees knocking together and body bending to try to hold it in.
“Please,” he tried again, voice almost breaking under the strain. He had his hand clenched over his crotch to hold himself back but if they waited any longer that wouldn’t matter.
Finally, Bakugou spoke.
“Piss,” he said and Eijirou looked up at him hopefully, searching for some sign of comprehension. But Bakugou’s face only showed a hint of confusion and a whole lot of intrigue. Like the answer was obvious. “Piss,” he said again and Eijirou’s face fell. It wasn’t a statement, it was an order.
“I-I can’t,” he stammered. He had gone into the woods with friends to take a leak before but never like this. Never with someone this ... close . But the barbarian only stepped behind him, sliding his hands around his waist to massage just above his dick. “Wait, wait!” Eijirou yelped. He gripped Bakugou’s forearm as he curled in on himself but Bakugou only curled with him, their bodies pressed tightly together and his chin resting on Eijirou’s shoulder.
“Piss,” he said into Eijirou’s ear, his warm, rough hand sliding along his dick and balls, holding him while the other probed harder at his stomach. Eijirou gasped. Piss was dribbling out of his slit now and his bladder was burning with the effort to hold it in but it was torture. He writhed, trying to push back into Bakugou and away from the hand pressing his lower stomach but it was like pushing back into a wall. There was no space and with every passing second, the barbarian probed deeper and deeper, prodding over and over again until Eijirou couldn’t breathe with the want to piss.
Eventually, he couldn’t hold it anymore.
“Fuck,” he whispered, quiet and breathless as his muscles fluttered once, twice, then finally let go.
At first, only dribbles came out, a weak stream that coursed down his leg and splattered against the rock of the ledge. But it got stronger and stronger until it was gushing, so hot it sent steam flowing into the air. Eijirou groaned, deep and guttural. It was such a relief that his legs buckled, and Bakugou’s hand that had been kneading his stomach slid up to support his chest and keep him upright.
“It’s g-getting on you,” Eijirou whimpered, leaning his head back until it rested on Bakugou’s shoulder. But the man only hummed, a soothing sound that vibrated against his back while Eijirou panted and groaned, staring up at the sky as the man milked his dick and balls through the whole thing - like a reward for doing so well.
When it finally stopped he was a shaking mess. He was sure his face must be as red as his hair, and not only because he had pissed for more than a minute in front of a complete stranger.
Bakugou was hard. He couldn’t tell exactly when it had happened but he could feel the hot, thick length of it sliding between his ass cheeks. They were still pressed together back to chest, Bakugou’s hand loosely wrapped around his limp dick, and Eijirou wondered if he could feel his heart pounding in his chest.
Bakugou shifted, sliding a considering hand down Eijirou’s dick to test its girth, stopping to cup his balls and feel the weight of them in his palm. Eijirou shivered, holding his breath.
But Bakugou just let him go, leading him back to the bed and wrapping him back up in the furs. “Stay,” he said when he was done.
Eijirou stared up at him wide-eyed, his gaze fixated on Bakugou’s hands and pointedly not on the cock curving up his stomach and flushed a deep red at the tip. But eventually he blinked, nodding, and Bakugou grunted, placing a few pieces of fruit from his stockpile by the makeshift bed of fur before pulling on his pants and leaving the cave.
Eijirou watched him go. Then he collapsed back onto the furs, cupping his face in his hands to hide his blush.
What had just happened? And, more importantly, why had he liked it?
---
By the time night fell Bakugou still wasn’t back. Eijirou sat with his hands to the fire he had lit, furs wrapped around him to protect him from the cold, and tried to deal with all of the questions running through his mind. When would Bakugou return? Should he wait for him or go out looking? It was already cold outside and the temperature was still dropping - what if he was injured?
He caught himself staring out of the cave entrance into the night and shook himself, frowning as he ran a hand through his hair. He sounded like a wife waiting for her husband. What the hell was he doing thinking about this stuff? Sure, the barbarian had helped him out in a pinch but Eijirou still had no idea what his intentions were.
He thought of the incident that morning and quickly pushed it from his mind, blushing. He had more pressing matters to think about.
For example, he still had no explanation for what had happened in the last few days. And with no idea how long he’d been in the cave and no way to contact anyone, there was no telling where Midoriya and the rest of their gang were now. He didn’t think they would just leave him behind, but you could never tell in situations like these. The town had been a mess - who knew what kind of crises the others had run into.
He scowled, staring into the depths of the fire. Worrying didn’t suit him. He was a man and real men took action.
Quickly he threw the furs off and crossed around the fire, searching for the roll of clothes he’d seen before. They weren’t his normal wear but that didn’t matter. If nothing else he had to figure out where he was, and he’d prefer not to do that naked.
When he was dressed, he stepped out onto the ledge at the cave entrance and looked around. It was a full moon out, not a cloud in the sky, and Eijirou grinned. Perfect conditions for stargazing.
He peered up into the sky, searching for familiar constellations, and blinked. If he was reading his position correctly, he had ended up far west of the town. Sometime between his memories of the town and waking up in the cave he had apparently managed to cross the mountain range.
That couldn’t be right.
He looked at the ledge he was on, following it with his eyes. On his left, it seemed to continue down the mountain and into the forest, but on his right, he could work out a path to get closer to the peak. He would have to do a little rock climbing but he was much closer to the top than to the bottom. With his quirk, he’d make it up there in no time.
“Careful, careful,” he muttered as he shimmied along the ledge to his right. There was technically enough space to walk somewhat normally but the rock looked a bit crumbly and the last thing he wanted to do was rush and end up plunging off the side. Even with his hardening that would be a pain.
Slowly but surely he gained some altitude, and by the time the ledge he was on began to taper off, the wind was snapping at his hair and clothes like an animal. It was time to start climbing. He took a moment to test his bandages, then hardened himself and got started cutting hand and footholds.
It was harder than he imagined. Before he would have been able to scale this much no problem. But now, with his bruises making him wince every five seconds, it was slower going than he would have liked. Thankfully the hardening stopped his wounds from getting too much worse in the moment, but he was sure there would be hell to pay for this later.
Eventually, though, he did reach the top. And at least now that he had already done the hard work of creating the holds, going down would be easier than coming up. He was still crazy tired though. Hands on his knees, he released his hardening and peered out at the terrain on the other side of the mountain.
He grinned.
Over on this side, the forest was less dense with plenty of clearings, any one of which could be the town he’d been in. So not too far then.
“Still, how the hell did I get over here?” he muttered, scratching his head. Even by horse, it looked to be at least a week’s worth of travel from the town to the mountains. Sure his wounds had been bad but he couldn’t have been out for that long, right?
Suddenly a huge gust of wind hit him from behind. He yelped, nearly falling to his knees but pivoted at the last minute, hand up to shield his eyes from the gale.
“What the-” he cried, then stopped.
In front of him was a black dragon more than 10 times his size with white eyes and huge leathery wings that buffeted the ground and sent gusts of wind so powerful that they pushed Eijirou back a step. It had alighted on the cliff face and blended in so perfectly that he almost couldn’t see it if not for the silver shine of the moon on its scales.
He stared. It was beautiful.
Then a second later it opened its mouth and unleashed a firestorm.
Eijirou gasped, immediately hardening to shield himself from the blaze. But the temperature was still blistering and he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, even if his quirk wasn’t almost exhausted.
So he made a run for it.
The mountaintop was filled with crags and Eijirou sprinted to the nearest one he could find, slipping in just as the dragon unleashed another bout of flames. The fire crashed against the rock, so bright that Eijirou had to look away, and when it finally stopped the rock was sizzling. It was like standing next to hot coals. If he stayed here any longer he was going to get cooked.
The nearest crag was too far away and the dragon was much faster than him - there wasn’t anywhere he could run that it wouldn’t be able to intercept. He would have to stand and fight. Above him, the flames were burning from red to white as the dragon got closer and closer and Eijirou wiped the sweat from his eyes. It was now or never.
He summoned all of his strength and hardened, pushing it until he hit his max. The dragon was so close the inside of its mouth was like looking into the sun.
He only had 30 seconds. He had to go now.
“Eat this, you overgrown lizard!” he screamed as he vaulted out of the crags, leaping off the rock and slamming a fist into the dragon’s eye.
The dragon roared, its flames abruptly cutting off as it swung its head to the side, flinging Eijirou 50 feet wide. He slammed down centimeters from the edge, all the air punching out of his lungs the moment he hit rock and black spots dancing in front of his eyes.
But he was still skidding. He was going to slide right off the edge.
With the last of his max hardening, he slammed a hand down into the rock face, holding on for dear life as his quirk cave out. He wouldn’t be able to do that again any time soon.
The dragon shook its head and swiveled to look for him. It would see him as soon as he got up, but he couldn’t stay where he was, his fingers were already trembling with the strain.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
He pulled himself back onto solid ground, muscles screaming, and the dragon snarled as it rounded its head, immediately honing in on him. It roared, wings spread wide as it reared up.
He had to move. His legs were shaking from exhaustion and he gritted his teeth, punching them to get them working again. He had to move .
Then Bakugou fell from the sky.
Eijirou jumped as the man landed almost on top of him, his hand gripping the back of Eijirou’s neck and shoving down until he was nearly flat on the ground. It was so sudden it scared the black dragon too and it flared its wings, backing off and hissing to assess the new threat.
Bakugou snarled at it, brandishing his free hand at the beast and daring it to come closer. In his palm explosions went off one after another, loud and bright and unlike anything Eijirou had ever seen.
Nearby there was the flap of wings as another dragon landed, this one the same bright red as Bakugou’s eyes. It too faced off against the black dragon, roaring and flapping its wings at the enemy in its territory,
For a long second, nobody moved, all three of them locked in a stalemate with Eijirou watching from the ground.
But the explosions in Bakugou’s hand were only getting bigger and that was enough. Prey that fought back was evidently not worth a fight with two new enemies and the black dragon dove off the side of the mountain, roaring one last time at them as it flew away.
Bakugou watched it go, completely still. Eijirou could see him out of the corner of his eye but the man didn’t look at him. Now that it was just the three of them, the silence that had been so peaceful when Eijirou had first arrived at the mountain’s peak was suddenly oppressive.
They waited and waited until Eijirou’s heart was hammering in his chest. Then finally, when the dragon’s silhouette had disappeared over the horizon, Bakugou turned to look down at him.
Eijirou paled.
“It was an accident!” he squeaked as the man dragged him up by the back of his neck. Bakugou’s face screamed bloody murder and Eijirou was sweating harder now than when he’d been fighting for his life. He couldn’t help feeling like between the barbarian and the black dragon he had drawn the short end of the stick. “I was just checking the constellations-”
“SHUT UP!” Bakugou roared and Eijirou’s mouth snapped shut.
Bakugou’s gaze flicked down to assess the damage and he followed suit. He winced. His wounds must have opened up again during the fight because his shirt was slick with blood. Bakugou somehow managed to get even angrier when he saw it, his mouth twisting. He let loose a string of harsh words in that other language, ending in a harsh “MOVE” as he pushed Eijirou forward towards the red dragon.
“Wait, what?” he yelped as the dragon kneeled, but Bakugou only snarled at him, manhandling him until he was seated above the beast’s wing joints. Once he was steady, the man swung up after him, slotting himself right behind.
Eijirou blushed. Like this, Bakugou’s entire front was pressed against his back, so close that he could feel the other’s erratic heartbeat through his clothes. And it only got worse as Bakugou threaded his arms through Eijirou’s, leaning forward until he could pat his palms against the scaly beast’s neck.
The dragon perked up, getting to its feet and moving towards the edge as it shook out its wings. From this angle, he could see the entire cliff face stretching out before them into the dark depths of the forest canopy below. It was a sheer drop.
Eijirou swallowed.
“I’ve never ridden a dragon before,” he said as Bakugou’s arms tightened around his waist, pulling him back to fit snugly in the pocket of his thighs.
But Bakugou just grinned, sharp and feral against his neck.
Then they dived head first over the edge.
---
By the time they arrived at the ledge of their cave, Eijirou was shaking.
“Holy shit,” he said as the dragon latched onto the side of the mountain, its claws embedded in the cliff face. That plunge over the side had shot his stomach straight into his throat - and the ride hadn’t gotten any smoother from there - but it had been exhilarating.
Bakugou was still pressed tightly to his back but he didn’t even notice, too starry-eyed to focus on much else besides getting back onto the ledge. As soon as he did, he collapsed onto his back, smiling up at the ceiling.
“That was amazing,” he sighed. He’d heard about dragon riders but they were more myth than anything, a story told around campfires. He’d never imagined he’d get to be one.
He laughed once, breathy and stunned, then looked up at the crunch of boots on rock. Bakugou was standing above him, rolling his eyes at Eijirou’s dopey face. The flight had calmed him somewhat - he’d gotten some kind of secondhand rush out of seeing Eijirou’s eyes tear up when they took off, Eijirou was sure of it - but he was still pissed, a tangible tension hanging in the air.
“Thanks for saving me, man!” Eijirou hurried to say in an attempt to break the silence. He rubbed the back of his head as he made to sit up. “Are explosions your quirk? Because they’re super cool-” But before he had even made it halfway up, Bakugou was there, pushing him back down again and crouching over him until his back was pressed into the rock.
The words dried up in Eijirou’s throat.
He had been stalked by a cougar once before he had met up with Midoriya and the rest of his crew and started their quest. He remembered the way his skin had prickled, hyper-aware of a predator in his midst. How his heartbeat had seemed slow and deliberate as his eyes searched the dense undergrowth for a yellow gaze staring back at him.
This was nothing like that.
Bakugou wasn’t stalking him. It was worse. He’d already captured him, his warm palm pinning Eijirou to the ground as he hooked the other’s legs over his and settled between his thighs. His eyes were mesmerizing - the deep crimson red of blood - and Eijirou couldn’t move, like Bakugou’s teeth were already resting on his throat.
The barbarian drew closer and Eijirou’s breath stuttered, his stomach twitching as Bakugou slipped a hand up his soaked shirt.
Then he ripped it off.
He did it without any warning and Eijirou gasped, flinching. “What are you doing?!”
Bakugou didn't answer. His touches were feather-light now, brushing along Eijirou’s bandages. They were bloody and in disrepair, and Bakugou unwound them gently, tossing them to the side and winding fresh ones in their place.
Eijirou watched him work, mesmerized, then blinked when he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out something new - a ball the color of fresh pollen, vaguely reminiscent of a medicine ball although he’d never seen one that color.
He watched, fascinated, as Bakugou brought the ball to his lips and gnawed off almost a quarter of it with his teeth, holding the sliver in his mouth.
Then he leaned in.
Eijirou panicked. “Wait, wait, wait, what are you doing?!” he yelped again, twisting and writhing under Bakugou’s hand. But the barbarian had him pinned - hands on his arms, his entire front pressing against him as he leaned forward to hold Eijirou down - and a noise escaped Eijirou’s throat as he felt his ass slide against Bakugou’s hips.
This close that musk was enveloping him, making him even more flustered, and he turned his mouth away, taking great gulping lungfuls of air and kicking his legs. But none of it had any effect. Bakugou only pressed down harder, his lower belly pushing against Eijirou’s groin and his dick grinding against Eijirou’s ass with the movement.
Eijirou froze.
If he continued to squirm he’d only drive his ass further into Bakugou’s lap. But if he didn’t ... well, he refused to think about that. Or how much his body seemed to like the thought.
He winced as Bakugou grabbed a handful of his hair and used it to turn him so that they were facing each other again. They were so close that their noses were touching, breath fanning over each other’s faces as the medicine ball pressed right up against Eijirou’s lips.
“Nn,” the barbarian grunted.
Eijirou grit his teeth.
Bakugou’s brow furrowed and he leaned impossibly closer, his gaze falling to Eijirou’s mouth as he tried to nudge the medicine past his lips, but Eijirou didn’t budge. His face was on fire - they were practically kissing now - but he wouldn’t lose this battle.
Then Bakugou yanked his hair.
Eijirou gasped, a shiver running the length of his spine and arching his back, forcing his nipples against Bakugou’s chest. His mouth fell open and Bakugou pounced, pushing the medicine past his teeth and into his mouth then forcing it deeper with his tongue.
Eijirou squawked, eyes wide as they could go. Bakugou’s lips were moving against his, sealing their mouths together, his tongue working his way deeper and deeper into Eijirou’s mouth and pushing the medicine along with it. It was unbearably bitter and Eijirou struggled, trying to turn away so he could spit the taste out of his mouth.
But Bakugou saw it coming and only held him tighter, pushing past Eijirou’s tongue until the medicine was in the back of his throat.
The urge to swallow was almost overpowering and Eijirou fought it as long as he could - after all, anything that tasted this bad couldn’t possibly be safe. But Bakugou just waited him out, kissing him to keep his mouth occupied as he stroked the long column of his throat over and over and over and over .
It was irresistible and after a few seconds Eijirou couldn’t do anything but swallow, the medicine falling like a stone into his stomach. He mentally grimaced. It was done. If it did turn out to be poisonous and he ended up dying, he was totally coming back to haunt Bakugou for the rest of his life.
He expected the barbarian to back off then, satisfied once he’d felt Eijirou’s Adam’s apple bob, but Bakugou only pressed closer, licking into Eijirou’s mouth.
For a moment Eijirou wanted to fight just to spite him. But as Bakugou’s tongue caressed his mouth, the bitter taste of the medicine faded to something smoother, mixing in the hot and wet of their mouths. It was strange but not unpleasant - definitely better than the medicine’s aftertaste - and Eijirou slowly relaxed into it, losing himself in the rhythm of their lips.
He groaned as Bakugou’s tongue flicked against his palate, tickling it and sending shivers down his spine, and Bakugou inhaled sharp and harsh, turning his head so he could kiss even deeper. His hands shifted from pinning him to just feeling him, one moving up to cup Eijirou’s neck while the other slid up his naked back.
Bakugou hummed, something low and resonant that vibrated against Eijirou’s chest, buzzing against his nipples and making him arch even harder. Their dicks slid together as he moved and they groaned in unison this time, Eijirou winding his arms around Bakugou’s neck to pull him closer.
He wondered what they must look like, twined around each other and making out on a cave floor. The image made his dick twitch, already hard and getting harder. He could feel an answering hardness in Bakugou’s pants, could feel the heat through the cloth, and his heart sped up, his legs tightening around Bakugou’s waist.
He’d never gone this far with a guy before - with anyone period. There had never been anyone in his hometown that he had wanted and after he joined Midoriya’s gang he never seemed to have time. He had seen women look at him sometimes, in the inns they frequented or on the roads whenever they traveled. But nothing like the way Bakugou was looking at him now, traveling up and down his body and cataloging every detail of the way their hips winded together. His stare was so intense. There was heat in those eyes, so much that Eijirou though he might burst into flames if he looked into them for too long.
It was a look that laid him bare.
The hand groping his back was roaming now, feeling along his sensitive sides, and Eijirou broke the kiss so he could hide his face in Bakugou’s neck, mouthing at it. His scent was strong there, the musk that never failed to make his head spin, but instead of fighting it he took deep breaths, filling his lungs to bursting.
Bakugou growled, both hands sliding down to cup his ass, and Eijirou moaned as he squeezed him hard. He thought about the morning they’d shared together, the overwhelming urge to bare his neck that he had tried so hard to fight.
If it was now he might be able to do it. If it was now-
Suddenly Bakugou pulled back, cocking his head to the side. Eijirou blinked, thrown off by the rush of cold air against him, then propped himself up on his elbows, the daze clearing from his mind.
“What is it?” he asked. Bakugou’s body was tense, every muscle coiled like was on high alert.
But Bakugou only pressed a hand over his mouth. Eijirou followed his lead and stayed silent, straining his ears to hear whatever it was that had him so on edge. There was the constant drone of cicadas, the rustle of leaves in the wind - nothing out of the ordinary.
Bakugou jumped up, darting to the cave entrance.
“Trespassers,” he growled as he leaned out, extending his hand. In his palm, a litany of small explosions went off, so close together that it sounded like one fluid sound. Eijirou got up to join him, shooting him a questioning glance, but Bakugou kept his eyes peeled, watching the terrain.
They waited for a moment ... two ... then a roar and the flap of wings sounded in the distance. A huge red figure leaped from where it had been hiding in the tree canopy, its wings unfurling as the dragon flew towards them and latched onto the cliff beside their cave. Bakugou wasted no time, his muscles bunching as he prepared to swing out onto the dragon’s back, but before he could move Eijirou grabbed him.
“I’m coming too!” He’d had enough of waiting. If Bakugou was going to see some action, he wanted in on it.
Bakugou gave him a flat look and Eijirou knew he must be thinking back to his unsupervised excursion and run in with the black dragon. But he refused to back down.
“If you’re flying out into trouble then I’m going to cover your back,” he said, hardening his fists and smashing them together for emphasis.
Bakugou looked at him. He didn’t say anything and Eijirou didn’t either, just held his gaze as he let him take in his fill.
Then Bakugou grinned, a slow one equal parts savage and breathtaking. It was a look that spelled imminent defeat for any enemy that stood in their way.
Eijirou grinned back, his razor sharp teeth glinting in the sunlight.
---
This high up everything looked like toys. Eijirou marveled from his spot against Bakugou’s chest, head whipping around to take in as much as he could. From this vantage point, he could see all of Academia laid out like a map, everything from the mountains in the west to the villages out east. As they flew over the mountains he could even make out the haze of ocean in the south, just a thin line of blue on the horizon.
“This is so awesome!” he yelled over the wind and even though Bakugou’s body was a line of tension against his back, he smiled, his lips brushing Eijirou’s neck.
He didn’t say anything though, eyes fixated on their destination, and Eijirou turned to see where he was looking. Just ahead of them there was a break in the forest canopy - a snake of a trail that wound from the nearest village back to the mountains of Bakugou’s home. Eijirou squinted. Near the base of the mountain range, there was something on the trail but he couldn’t tell what - from this distance, it was just a slowly moving smudge on the terrain. But as they drew nearer, the blur began to form into distinct shapes and Eijirou realized that it was a band of travelers. Must be the trespassers.
Bakugou saw them too and he leaned over Eijirou to pat the dragon’s neck, his other arm curling around Eijirou’s waist. Eijirou swallowed, buzzing with nervous energy. He’d been through this before. He braced himself, leaning over as Bakugou pushed them both down against the beast’s scaly neck, and a second later the dragon dove, plummeting to the ground at breakneck speed.
It was terrifying and exciting at the same time. If this was what it felt like everytime then Eijirou could see why Bakugou had become a dragon rider.
The band of travelers barely had time to see them coming. Eijirou could hear them gasp and cry out as the dragon landed hard, blowing a plume of dirt up into the air where it lingered with no breeze to drift it away. It was the perfect camouflage.
Immediately Bakugou was on the ground, Eijirou following suit. The barbarian was fast and quiet, keeping low to the ground as he got some distance between him and the dragon. Even with the low visibility, the beast was easy to spot, its huge figure and glowing eyes making it a dead giveaway. But the yelling that its sudden appearance caused meant Bakugou and Eijirou went almost unnoticed, skirting around the group to flank them.
While the dragon distracted them, the two got into position. Then Bakugou attacked.
He sprinted into the fray like a shadow, using an explosion to launch himself at the nearest person and slam them into the ground. The travelers whirled at the noise, trying to find the source and deal with the dragon at the same time, but Bakugou didn’t hesitate at all, exploding around the field to keep them off balance even as he targeted those farthest from the heart of the group.
Watching him, Eijirou couldn’t help but wonder how many times he’d done this before. Then he shook his head and jumped into the fray himself, immediately hardening his body and sweeping two of the travelers’ legs. They fell to the ground and Eijirou rolled, winding back to give both of them a punch to the solar plexus, when a familiar voice stopped him.
“What the hell,” one of the travelers groaned, holding his head where it had hit the ground.
Eijirou blinked. “Kaminari?”
The figure jumped and sat up.
“Kirishima?” Kaminari asked, disbelief clear in his voice. “What the hell man, we were looking for you!”
Then a dragon roar cut him off and Eijirou turned just in time to see a huge jet of flame shoot out of the beast’s mouth.
“Todoroki!” someone yelled and Eijirou recognized Midoriya’s voice just as a giant wall of ice leaped up to block the fire. But in that exact moment, in the flash of light and heat, Eijirou could see Bakugou explode through the air and drag Todoroki right off his white horse.
“Damn,” Kaminari said. He’d seen the same thing and was about to run to Todoroki’s aid but Eijirou pulled him back, sprinting there himself.
“Bakugou, stop!” he yelled. Todoroki had recovered and was rounding on the barbarian, his sword already mid-swing even as Bakugou’s palm lit up with an explosion, and Eijirou saw the whole thing happen in slow motion, his heart clenching, right before he barreled into Bakugou.
Bakugou’s explosion went wide, a huge bang that made Eijirou’s bones rattle and his eyes squeeze shut just as Todoroki’s sword came down on his back. All three of them went flying, slamming into the ground and rolling with the momentum.
Eijirou groaned, ears ringing. When his eyes finally blinked open everything was a shaky blur. He struggled to sit up but he was dizzy, a line of pain smarting on his back. Dimly he was aware of figures running towards him but he paid them no mind.
Bakugou. Where were Bakugou and Todoroki?
Kaminari reached him just as he spotted Bakugou. The barbarian was struggling to his feet, his rage almost tangible. It wasn’t directed at Eijirou though and Eijirou followed his gaze to where Todoroki was getting up, the sword he’d broken on Eijirou’s hardened back hanging uselessly in his hand.
“Are you okay, dude?” Kaminari asked but he didn’t answer. Todoroki was preparing to use his quirk and across the field, Bakugou tensed. They were about to attack each other again.
He scrambled to his feet, ignoring Kaminari’s worried shout and sprinting to Bakugou just as Todoroki unleashed a wall of ice.
He wasn’t going to make it.
He gritted his teeth, pushing his legs harder, his lungs burning. He had to make it. He was going to stop this if it killed him.
Bakugou already had his palm up, ready to blast straight through Todoroki’s attack but Eijirou intercepted him just in time, slamming into the ice and shattering it.
“Stop!” he screamed again.
Todoroki blinked, immediately cutting off his attack. Out of the corner of his eye, Eijirou saw Bakugou bristle and he turned back to look at him, holding his gaze.
“I know these guys,” he said as seriously as he could. “They’re my friends.”
Bakugou glared, his eyes darting to the rest of the travelers, and honestly, Eijirou had no way of knowing whether or not the barbarian even understood him. But he didn’t spare his friends a glance, giving Bakugou his full attention. He hadn’t spent that much time around animals but he had enough sense to know that in a pack you never addressed anyone before your leader.
They stayed like that for a moment, silence descending on the group as Bakugou scrutinized them all. Even the dragon sensed it, still on high alert but waiting for the command to attack.
But finally, Bakugou locked eyes with Eijirou. He was pissed, Eijirou could tell. There was still tension in the air and he knew it chafed Bakugou to end the fight there with no clear winners or losers. But he still tilted his head over so slightly, shifting into a more neutral fighting stance as he signaled his dragon to stand down.
Anyone else would have missed it but Eijirou recognized it as the sign it was. He breathed a sigh of relief, turning to smile at the rest of the group, and just like that the spell was broken.
“Kirishima?” a voice ventured and he turned to see Midoriya approaching him hesitantly, wary of the barbarian still in their midst. Around him, the others were fidgeting, alternating between staring at Kirishima and sneaking glances at Bakugou. “What...? How...?”
“Hey guys,” Eijirou said, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Long time no see.”
---
Getting his group to accept Bakugou was, surprisingly, not all that difficult. After he’d recounted everything he could remember since they’d lost each other - tactfully skipping over some unnecessary details, of course - they accepted him immediately if cautiously. They'd all dealt with worse after all and sometimes it was best just to roll with the punches and count your blessings.
Bakugou was a different story.
“We’re on a quest to fight evil,” Eijirou said as cheerfully as he could. He’d followed Bakugou into the underbrush off the side of the trail since apparently the guy was allergic to being around a group for too long, and now they were standing by the side of a stream, Bakugou cooling his hands in the water. “Specifically Shigaraki’s dark army. You should join us!”
Bakugou didn’t answer, didn’t even look up. He just clicked his tongue.
Eijirou tried again. “You’re a great fighter! We could use your help.”
This time Bakugou did look up. But it was just to make a face at him and at this point, Eijirou was seriously starting to wonder exactly how much of his language Bakugou understood. The timing of his sneers was just a little too accurate to be a coincidence.
Bakugou stood up, flinging water from his hands as he stomped off, and Eijirou followed, racking his brain for something to convince him to stay. “That mountain range,” he blurted and Bakugou glanced back at him, “you’re protecting it from trespassers, right? Or whatever’s beyond it?”
Bakugou didn’t answer, turning away, but Eijirou soldiered on, determined to get through to him.
“What do you think will happen when Shigaraki’s forces get there? You can’t fight him on your own, you need-”
He didn’t get to finish his sentence before Bakugou whirled on him.
“Shut up, I could take him,” he hissed in perfect, accented English. “You lookin’ down on me?”
Eijirou gaped.
“You could understand me this whole time? ” he yelled and Bakugou rolled his eyes, walking off again. Eijirou watched him go for a second, skin flushing as his memories of the past few days realigned to fit this new knowledge.
But Bakugou was still avoiding the issue so he cleared his throat. “Why’d you save me then?” Bakugou gave him a sharp look over his shoulder and Eijirou barreled on. “You could have left me buried under that house but you didn’t. Why?”
Bakugou didn’t answer and Eijirou nodded, his lips quirking up.
“It’s because you’re a good guy, Bakugou. I know it. And I know you wouldn’t let Shigaraki-”
“Bandits,” Bakugou cut in and Eijirou blinked, his smile faltering.
“What?” he asked and Bakugou scowled.
“I found you in that town because the bandits that trashed it took something from me,” he growled. “They and your shitty group were long gone by the time I got there so I figured I’d get some information out of you.” He clicked his tongue, turning away. “Don’t go reading into it.”
He stomped off again and Eijirou stared after him blankly. Logically, he knew it shouldn’t matter - Bakugou had still spent days tending to him, had still rescued him from both a collapsed house and a feral dragon - but that didn’t stop the stinging in his chest.
“Oh,” he rasped past the tightness in his throat. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting. “Well, we can look for them too. The more people searching, the better right?”
Bakugou stopped, looking back at him, and Eijirou offered a weak smile. Bakugou’s brow furrowed but he didn’t comment on it.
“We’re looking for the bandits first,” he said instead. Then he whipped around to beat a path back to the trail.
Eijirou nodded. “Sure, man. Whatever you say.”
He followed after him, making his much slower way back to the clearing and when he finally emerged the group was waiting for him, Bakugou just far away enough from the rest of them to emphasize his dissatisfaction as he tended to his dragon.
“There you are. We were just about to send a search party,” Kaminari joked. Eijirou gave him a half-hearted smile.
“I’m ready to find some bandits,” he said and the group all nodded at him, Kaminari propping an arm on his shoulder and giving him a thumbs up.
“Alright,” he said, “I’ve been dying to show off my new moves on someone. Let’s do this!”
But even though Kaminari’s attitude was infectious, Eijirou couldn’t stop thinking about what Bakugou had told him. It was stupid to be wallowing this much over something so trivial, and he tried to push it from his mind and act like normal, but he knew the others were picking up on it by the way they slowed to walk with him or made sure to sit next to him on breaks.
All of them but the one he wanted most, of course.
But that wasn’t his group’s fault - they were trying their best and he appreciated the thought at least. So when Satou offered him food, he accepted even though everything he ate tasted like sand. And when Mina bumped hips with him in the middle of a victory dance, he smiled and bumped right back even though his feet felt like lead. And he studiously avoided looking at Bakugou because he could endure a lot but that didn’t make him a masochist.
By the time they broke for camp, he was exhausted.
“What’s up with you?” Kaminari asked while they set up lean-tos on the periphery of the campfire. Or at least, while Eijirou set up lean-tos. Kaminari was reclining on the fallen tree next to him, propped up on an elbow and chewing some jerky while he watched Eijirou work.
Eijirou sighed. Bakugou had left them hours ago - presumably to set up his own camp further away - and he figured now was as good a time as any. He set down his things and sat on the tree too.
“I like Bakugou,” he murmured, kicking at the leaves scattered around them.
Kaminari gaped at him. Then he sat up and scooted closer so he could sling an arm over his shoulder.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, solemn-like Eijirou had just told him he had to amputate his own arm, and Eijirou elbowed him. “Okay, okay. But seriously, why him? There was nothing going on while you were in that cave with him, was there?
He waggled his eyebrows at that and Eijirou flushed a spectacular shade of red.
“No!” he blurted too quick and Kaminari crowed.
“Seriously?!” he asked, rocking back on his ass. He looked like he’d just bitten into the juiciest news he’d heard all week and suddenly Eijirou regretted everything. “What happened? Did he attack you in the night or something? Did he wall slam you? He looks like the type to wall slam.”
He was going a mile a minute now and Eijirou buried his face in his hands. Kaminari was insatiable when he got like this and if Eijirou had known what a Pandora’s box this was going to be, he never would have opened it. Now he was going to have to deal with Kaminari ribbing him about this for weeks .
He leaned back as Kaminari crowded him, resigning himself to the barrage of questions. Then, in the middle of it, Kaminari abruptly cut off with a yelp and a thump.
Eijirou peaked around his fingers. Kaminari was on the ground, staring wide-eyed at Bakugou looming over them.
“What the hell was that for?” Kaminari asked, bewildered, and it took Eijirou a minute to realize that Bakugou had shoved him.
Bakugou glared. “Leave,” he growled and Eijirou swallowed. He sounded angry - more so than usual.
Kaminari blinked at him for a moment, mouth hanging open, and then chanced a glance at Eijirou. But if Bakugou was doing this then he must have something he wanted to talk about, and Eijirou was past due to get some things off his chest himself. So he nodded at Kaminari, averting his eyes when Kaminari shrugged and got to his feet.
“Alright, alright, I’m going,” Kaminari said, giving Bakugou a lazy salute. Then he was walking off towards where the rest of the group was still setting up camp and it was just the two of them alone.
Bakugou was staring at him. Eijirou glanced up at him and away again, clearing his throat. “Why did you do that?”
Bakugou clicked his tongue, slamming down next to him on the tree. “The fuck are you letting him crawl all over you for?” he growled, and Eijirou didn’t know what to say to that. Kaminari hadn’t been acting any different than usual so he didn’t really know what Bakugou was talking about.
But apparently, he took too long to answer because Bakugou scowled.
“Did you like it or some shit?” he asked, getting up in Eijirou’s face. His breath fanned over Eijirou’s skin as he did and Eijirou could smell that faint scent of musk again, the one that drove him so wild. In that moment he wanted to lean in and close the distance between them, everything be damned. His eyes even flickered down to trace the seam of Bakugou’s lips, bared to reveal the glint of teeth.
But he resisted, pulling his eyes up to meet Bakugou’s.
“Why should you care?” he asked. “You just wanted me so you could find out about the bandits, right? Well, you found out about them.” It hurt to say out loud but it was true. Bakugou had said it himself.
He made to stand up, trying to leave before he bared anymore of himself, but jerked to a stop as a hand snagged his arm. He turned to see Bakugou frowning at him, standing up so he could push into Eijirou’s space and back him up against the lean-to.
“I never said I was done with you,” he said, and his voice was like gravel, rolling rough against Eijirou’s body and bringing goosebumps to his skin. He pressed closer, caging Eijirou in between his legs, and Eijirou sent a prayer of thanks to the gods for the lean-to that hid them from sight because Bakugou was entirely too close .
It made it hard to think and he licked his lips. Bakugou’s eyes followed the motion.
“I already said I’d help you find the bandits,” Eijirou said, careful not to misunderstand anything.
But Bakugou just rolled his eyes. “Gods, you’re an idiot.”
Then he leaned forward and smashed their mouths together.
Eijirou gasped, sharp and harsh against Bakugou’s skin as Bakugou kissed him, working a hand up Eijirou’s back and into his hair so he could pull at it. He was seeing stars. After what had happened, he hadn’t dared to hope for this again - he was sure Bakugou wouldn’t want it and, worse yet, would look down on him for wanting it himself.
But obviously he was wrong, and he surged up, arching against Bakugou’s chest as he licked into his mouth.
Bakugou hummed against him and his hands groped down to grip Eijirou’s ass, squeezing and pulling until Eijirou whimpered. “Get these fucking pants off.”
He slurred it against Eijirou’s lips, nipping at his tongue, and Eijirou froze, pulling back from the kiss to glance over in the direction of the rest of the group. He’d almost forgotten they were there - there was no telling how much they’d heard already.
“We can’t-” he started, moving to step back so he wasn’t pressed against the tempting planes of Bakugou’s abs, but Bakugou snarled, shoving a thigh in between Eijirou’s legs. Eijirou yelped, jumping at the sudden warm friction against his cock, and Bakugou grabbed his face, squeezing his cheeks together as he forced Eijirou to turn towards him.
“Quit thinking about them. You’re. With. Me. ” he growled, inches away from Eijirou’s lips.
He shoved his thigh harder against him and Eijirou whimpered, his legs shaking a little as they spread wider.“But they’re right there ,” he whispered, his voice high and strained from the pressure on his balls. He clutched at Bakugou’s back, littering scratch marks all over it, and Bakugou hissed, a dangerous smile quirking his lips.
“Like I give a fuck,” he said, leaning forward so he could growl into Eijirou’s ear. “Now moan for it.”
He pulled Eijirou’s pants down himself, ripping them in the process, and Eijirou tried to remember how to breathe.
“Lube... we don’t... have any,” he managed between pants. Bakugou smirked at him, licking his palm then wrapping his warm, calloused hand around Eijirou’s dick.
“You’d better get wet then,” he said.
Then Eijirou was surging up onto his toes, a hand clasping over his own mouth to hold back the moans from Bakugou working his dick, fast and hard right from the start. He set a punishing pace, stripping his dick like he wanted to pull the cum straight from his balls, and Eijirou tensed, blood rushing south so fast it made him dizzy.
“Not so fast,” he said, voice breaking around a moan, but Bakugou hardly paid him any attention, his free hand sliding over his hip to rub hard and insistent at Eijirou’s hole. It twitched, parting a little at the press of Bakugou’s finger, and Eijirou gasped. “Wait, I’ve never-” Gone in dry before , he wanted to say. He’d played with his ass before, fucked himself sloppy until he came on four fingers in fact, but he’d never done this.
But Bakugou’s finger was already pressing inside and Eijirou hissed, eyes rolling up into his head as his rim fluttered around it. It hurt but felt so good at the same time, especially when Bakugou angled it just right until he was fucking down into Eijirou’s prostate with every stroke. Combined with the hand fisting his dick, Eijirou didn’t stand a chance.
He came, a strangled moan escaping his throat as he fucked back onto the finger drilling inside of him. He was still straddling Bakugou’s leg and he moaned, grinding his balls and taint on Bakugou’s thigh like a slut, but it felt too good to stop.
When he opened his eyes, Bakugou was licking his lips and staring at him like he was a four-course meal.
“You got your fucking spunk all over my hand,” he said, low, and Eijirou looked down to see it dripping thick and sticky between Bakugou’s fingers. It was a lot and Bakugou smirked at him, dark and promising.
Eijirou blushed.
“S-sorry,” he tried, brain still struggling to come back online. But Bakugou just spun him around, shoving him against the lean-to and kicking his legs apart so he could slot against him. His cock slid against his thigh, throbbing with the need to be inside him, and Eijirou whimpered.
“Don’t you ever play with yourself?” Bakugou mocked, wiping his hand off between Eijirou’s cheeks and slicking it with cum. It was still warm and Bakugou grinned against his neck, biting down as he worked two fingers inside, squelching with every thrust.
“Yeah,” Eijirou breathed, defensive, and Bakugou grunted at him to continue. But it was hard with the way he was scraping over his prostate, over-sensitive and swollen from coming once already. “It’s just been a while.” His dick was swinging between his legs, half hard and throbbing, and he wanted to touch himself so bad but he was drowning in sensations already, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain spiking up his back.
He bit his lip, arching his neck until the back of his head was resting on Bakugou’s shoulder. Bakugou took it for the invitation it was, licking a flat stripe up the side of Eijirou’s throat.
“I’m not going easy on you,” he growled against Eijirou’s jugular.
Then he pulled back, working his fingers out so he could press his cock inside.
“Oh fuck,” Eijirou whimpered, thighs shaking. Bakugou was thick , much thicker than what he was prepared for, and he hung his head down, watching cum drool from his dick like Bakugou was pushing it out of him.
“That’s right,” Bakugou panted, fucking into him. “Moan louder. I want them to hear you.” He slammed deeper, balls slapping against Eijirou’s taint, and Eijirou yelped, flushing a deep red immediately after. There was no way the rest of the group hadn’t heard that, no way they couldn’t hear his asscheeks slapping into the cradle of Bakugou’s hips with every thrust.
It turned him on like nothing else.
He clenched tighter around the cock pistoning into him and Bakugou gave a breathless laugh.
“You like that? You like them knowing you’re my little bitch?” he asked, curling over Eijirou’s back so he could fuck more noises out of his throat. Eijirou hid his face in his arm but it was too late, Bakugou already knew and he wasn’t letting go. “You do, don’t you? You want me to fuck you in front of them? In the dirt, face down ass up like a real bitch?”
His hips got impossibly faster as he talked, enjoying this and, if Eijirou’s hardening cock was anything to go by, so was he.
So he swallowed down his pride and nodded. “Yeah.”
“You want them all to see who you belong to,” Bakugou asked, leaning forward so his breath fanned over Eijirou’s ear. “Don’t you?”
Eijirou swallowed. “Yeah.”
And Bakugou smirked, grabbing Eijirou’s chin and turning it to the side to where Kaminari was watching them, frozen with a canteen slipping out of his hands. “Then smile,” Bakugou growled, low and possessive.
Then he slammed inside and Eijirou exploded, coming so hard that his legs gave out.
Bakugou held him up, fucking into him until he blew his load too, and Eijirou had just enough time to feel the cum slide out of his ass and down his shaking thighs before he collapsed, panting. He glanced up, looking for Kaminari but the guy had already left, beating a wise and hasty retreat. Distantly he considered freaking out over it, but to be honest, his mind was still reeling from being fucked so brutally and all he could manage was a vague resignation.
Behind him, Bakugou was sucking at his neck again, leaving a string of possessive hickies while he ground his hips softly against Eijirou’s ass, and Eijirou knew he should be mad at him but he didn’t have enough energy. So he focused on what he could deal with.
“So... you’re staying, then?” he asked, starting simple.
Bakugou scoffed, sending warm breath skittering over Eijirou’s skin. “Your stupid group wouldn’t survive without me.”
And that was good enough for him.