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“Lift your shirt for me,” Bakugo said, eyeing the large red headed man before him. When the man raised the hem of his burgundy sleeved baseball tee, Bakugo eyed a simple steel belly barbell nestled into well defined abs. His eyes followed the rise of fabric to a very full chest with large brown nipples.
“So I’m going to use this toothpick to mark where the piercing will exit on the side of your nipple and also where the jewelry will sit, you can check the placement in the mirror when I’m done, okay?”
The redhead nodded in response. He seemed nervous but he grinned widely when he checked the marks of where his nipple piercing would be in the mirror. His teeth were sharper than Bakugo expected, he wondered if they were filed.
“It looks good to me,” the man said.
“Okay, go ahead and lie down on the table,” Bakugo instructed. “I can see this isn’t your first piercing,” he continued, prepping the jewelry and a fresh sanitized hollow needle on his tray. “But I’m gonna talk you through the procedure regardless.”
“I appreciate it… I’m used to being the one poking other people with needles,” the redhead said, fiddling with his hands.
“Oh are you a piercer too?” Bakugo raised an eyebrow. Most other professional piercers were at least moderately pierced— he himself had a stud in his left eyebrow, a 12g septum ring, a ring on the right side of his lip, 1inch stretched lobes, a 16g tragus stud with an explosion shaped end along with a 10g conch ring in his left ear, a 14g ring in a rook piercing on and a 12g vertical industrial piercing on his right ear. And that was just above the neck.
“No uh, I do it for fun?” The man flushed almost as deep as his waist length hair when he realized what he’d said. “I mean not just randomly… I have my blood borne pathogens certification and shit… fuck that is not what I meant to say at all, can I start over?”
Bakugo chuckled. For a big guy, this man was cute when he was nervous.
***Needles incoming!***
“You mean play piercing, yeah?” Bakugo asked, gesturing to a photograph behind him depicting a person’s back with a curve of hypodermic needles stretching from shoulder to hip.
“Yeah, like that haha…” the red head said. “What I meant to say is that I’m a phlebotomist, but my words get mixed up sometimes when I’m nervous. But that’s why I became a phlebotomist, thought it would help me with my fear of needles… it’s weird though, I don’t like seeing them go through my skin but I like the way it feels and piercing other people is no problem I just… I’m so sorry, I’m rambling haha…”
“It’s alright,” Bakugo says, “I’m honestly just glad you’re not a 19 year old college student who got their first cartilage piercing three months ago and wants to bug me about why it has a bump when they didn’t even bother to clean it everyday…”
“That sounds annoying haha,” Kirishima said.
“It is. You ready big guy?”
“Mhm!”
***description of nipple piercing process below***
“So first I’m gonna ask you to take some deep breaths. Yeah, just like that. Then I’m gonna line the needle up against your nipple. Gonna have you take a deep inhale and push the needle through on your exhale. After that I’m gonna insert the jewelry, you might feel a slight pinch as I tighten it. Then I’ll clean the area with a sanitizer and wipe up any blood. After that you can take your time to get up and check yourself in the mirror. Any questions?”
“Uh… no? I think I’m good. As long as you keep talking me through it.”
“No problem, just remember to relax as best you can.”
“Okay, so I’m positioning the needle now. Take a nice deep breath for me. That’s great, one more like that when you’re ready and I’m gonna push the needle through. There we go, you’re doing great, Kirishima. The needle is in and the hard part is over. Just gonna insert the jewelry now. Tightening the ends and we’re done! Just gonna change my gloves and wipe you down one more time.”
***End piercing description***
K’rishima sucked in a breath when the cold wipe touched his skin.
“The cold is the fucking worst, right?”
Kirishima bit his lip and nodded, his face a bit red.
When Bakugo handed him the mirror, he noticed a large bulge in the front of the man’s chinos that hadn’t been there before.
“You can take your time getting up, or um…” Bakugo was not known for having tact, and it wasn’t the first time someone had popped a boner after getting pierced, but it was the first time it was encouraging him to have filthy thoughts about a client. Which was very unprofessional of him. “How bout I get you some water, yeah?”
“Okay,” Kirishima said meekly, averting the other man’s gaze.
“Look at you,” Bakugo’s coworker Mina teased, “actually going out of your way to be nice to a client for once…”
“Shut up raccoon eyes,” he glared, referring to her penchant for copious amounts of smudged eyeliner, “he’s scared of needles okay? And he’s your friend anyway…”
Mina stuck out her tongue when Bakugo returned to the small room he’d left Kirishima in. Hopefully the water would help cool him down enough to leave the shop without showing everyone his erection. His very sizable one, from Bakugo’s brief impression.
“Here ya go, red.”
“Thanks,” Kirishima said, taking the cup from the blonde. “Fuck, I’m so sorry about all this…”
“Eh, don’t worry about it. Could’ve been worse honestly. People probably orgasm from piercing in here at least twice a month.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, some people don’t even realize how much they’re into this shit.”
“Well I’m glad I already knew haha!” Even though laughter was nervous and awkward, Bakugo still found himself smiling at it. God he was weak for an adorable, big man. He wanted to lick the fresh blood from the man’s nipple. Which was not at all sanitary.
“So uh, let’s talk aftercare. You wanna clean the piercing twice a day with non scented, mild soap. No alcohol, no antibacterial soap— those are too harsh and can damage the tissue. You can do warm sea salt soaks, Mina will give you some complimentary salt at the front, with a 1/4 tsp for every 8oz of water. Salt soaks aren’t necessary if it’s not a mucus membrane, but they can soften the gunk that builds up and make it easier to clean. It’s also soothing. I recommend making the solution in a larger container and then pouring it into a shot glass to soak for 5-10 minutes.
It’s a good idea to clean them after exercise or any rigorous activity, and you may find it more comfortable to wear an undershirt or compression top for a while while it heals.
Avoid contact with water other than showering. Don’t let anyone touch it for at least 2 months. Wait until it’s fully healed before any contact with someone’s mouth, about 3-4 months.
Discharge, bleeding and swelling are all normal. If the discharge turns green or dark yellow, you may have an infection. As long as you keep it clean it shouldn’t happen. Here’s my card, feel free to message me on insta or text me if you have any questions, no matter how small.”
***
Over the next few months, Kirishima did not hesitate to reach out. Normally Bakugo would’ve been irritated by a client pestering him with any mundane issue but something about this big, tough manly man doing it was endearing.
The first message he received the day after piercing him was “is it supposed to bleed this much?!? 🥺 🩸🥺” complete with a picture of Kirishima’s nipple. When Bakugo assured him that it was normal, Mina asked him why the fuck he was smirking at his phone, which he often ignored at work.
While Kirishima’s anxious questions gradually decreased, the two began talking regularly, initially following each other on social media and then texting. Most of Kirishima’s feed was gym selfies, which did not fill Bakugo’s head with nearly as many sexual thoughts as the topless selfies in his dms tracking the “healing progress” of Kirishima’s newest piercing, which he hadn’t posted much about on social media.
It was 6 months after they’d met when Bakugo started ranting to his friend Shoto and his roommate Hawks.
“I sweat to god I can’t fucking take this anymore!” Bakugo groaned after receiving the latest progress report of Kirishima’s nipple.
“Me neither,” Shoto commented from next to Bakugo on the blonde’s couch.
“You could go back to your own place,” Hawks commented. “You’re literally on the next floor.”
“Can’t. Shiggy’s over and he always tries to steal my favorite Tanuki onesie,” Shoto answered. Shoto was currently wearing said Tanuki onesie, which actually belonged to his brother Dabi, and eating popcorn.
“I’m going to sit on this man’s face,” Bakugo continued, ignoring the other two. “And you know I don’t sit on just any old extra’s face. I’m gonna cum on him so hard his hair is gonna smell like me for a fucking week.”
“So I guess Dabi won’t be coming over this weekend?” Hawks pouted, continuing his conversation with his not not boyfriend’s younger brother.
“I dunno, unless you wanna take him up on that threesome offer…”
“Not in my house!” Bakugo growled. “That crusty ass fucker may give a killer manicure and facial, but he is not allowed to fuck anyone in my apartment.”
“Good call,” Shoto added. “The things I’ve seen.”
“Ya know what,” Hawks interrupted, taking a seat on the other side of Bakugo on the couch, “I would much rather hear about Bakugo’s sexual frustration than anything involving Shigaraki fucking. What’s this guy look like anyway?”
“I’m surprised Bakugo hasn’t shown you his insta” Shoto snorted. “I don’t even need to follow him to know whether it’s leg day or core day.”
“Shut up icy hot!” Bakugo yelled, waving his phone, which Hawks promptly snatched from his hand. It was already open to Kirishima’s page.
“He’s Red-R!0t… interesting username…” Hawks observed. “Oh fuck he’s huge! Is this a video of him doing thigh presses? Katsuki he could crush you with those…”
“I want to straddle them,” Bakugo said, staring wistfully into space. “I want to mount those thick fucking thighs and torture his tits until he begs me to pet his cock. That big fat useless rod of meat in his pants. I wanna see the look on his face when I tell him it does absolutely nothing for me, but I’ll play with it anyway just for kicks.”
Hawks and Shoto exchanged a look.
“When did you meet him again?” Hawks asked.
“He’s been describing his fantasies out loud for 6 months, I week and four days,” Shoto stated.
“Dude!” Hawks exclaimed, jaw dropping. “You gotta jack off or something.”
“Every fucking day,” Bakugo grumbled. “I jack off every fucking day because of this fucking himbo.”
“You need to get laid, even if it’s not him,” Hawks said.
“Oh yeah, you have to go out with me tonight,” Shoto reminded Bakugo.
“I fucking hate that club,” Bakugo complained.
“Me too, but Izuku is getting us in for free. And his new boyfriend is DJing.”
“Why does he insist on introducing all of his exes to his current lovers?”
“I dunno,” Shoto shrugged, “but we wouldn’t have met if he hadn’t.”
“Oh right,” Hawks chuckled. “I forgot you two share an ex.”
“Shut the fuck up, bird brains” Bakugo snarled. Midoriya Izuku, who Bakugo somewhat affectionately referred to as “Deku,” was Bakugo Katsuki’s first love. They’d dated in high school, but broke up after graduation when Izuku moved to a different city for art school. Which is where he met Todoroki Shoto. They didn’t start dating until their third year, and had dated for about four years before breaking up a little over a year ago. Bakugo and Deku remained close, and eventually Bakugo and Shoto became friends.
Their breakup wasn’t as amicable as Bakugo and Deku’s, and the two needed space. They didn’t talk for a good six months before reconnecting.
“C’mon, don’t make me meet this new guy alone, Katsuki.”
“I already fucking said I’d go didn’t I?” Bakugo growled. “I’m hooking up with an ugly ass extras though.”
“I can be your wingman,” Hawks offered, chuckling at his own pun.
“Your taste is shit!”
“Absolutely not.”
Bakugo and Shoto both spoke in unison.
“I see no reason for such slander!”
“You’re fucking my weird older brother,” Shoto commented.
“And you were into his dad,” Bakugo added. Hawks opened his mouth only to close it again. It was better for him to be quiet at this point.
“Whatever, I’ll just be alone in my nest,” Hawks pouted after a moment, hugging a pillow to his chest.
“Also all your pickup lines are bird related, which is fucking weird,” Bakugo said, adding insult to injury.
“Go put on your ho clothes and leave me alone!”
***
The club Deku bartended at on weekends promoted itself as exclusive but Bakugo thought it was pretentious trash. He generally hated any club that had gendered cover charges, but Quirk Bar went above and beyond. Not only did women have to pay the highest cover, there was tiered pricing for men based on sexual role. Bottoms got in free, switches got a discount, and tops paid only a bit less than women. For cruising purposes, everyone was given a corresponding wrist band.
The first time he’d been there, Bakugo had nearly fought the bouncer for misgendering him, despite the club’s claim to be friendly to “people of all gendered experiences.” The free drinks he got by way of Deku were hardly worth it. And Deku only stayed there because he earned massive tips (even though some were from blatant Blasian fetishists), which gave him more time to work on his webcomics.
He hated to admit it, but it also wasn’t the worst place to find someone for a quick fuck to let off some steam. So he donned the ripped jeans that he could dance in, black boots, and a shallow black v neck over his favorite binder. He wrapped a denim shirt around his waist for an extra layer.
Shoto wore their go to “fuck me” outfit: sleeveless fitted white mesh bodysuit with collar bone and chest cutouts and high cut legs underneath low rise bondage joggers that were half white and half red, matching his hair. On their feet were platform creepers. Both eyes were adorned with black wings, and a bit of black glitter. His lips were a neutral dusky rose.
Deku met them outside the club, and escorted them in (Bakugo still had beef with the bouncer). He had the night off for once, and he was probably going to spend most of it dancing. He wore a simple black satin coordinating set of a boxy crop top and high waisted shorts with pastel pink platform sneakers. His green curls bounced as he took both Shoto and Bakugo by the arms and led them to the bar where a purple haired man with tired eyes was waiting.
“Hitoshi!” Deku called as they approached. “I’m so excited for you to meet Shoto and Kacchan!”
“I’m Todoroki Shoto,” Shoto said.
“Bakugo Katsuki,” Bakugo said, attempting not to look like he didn’t want to be there.
“I’ve heard so much about you two, ZuZu says you’re two of his closest friends.”
Shoto and Bakugo exchanged a look at the nickname, which technically wasn’t the worst thing Deku had been called, but it was sort of cringey.
“Yeah, we’ll it’s pretty fucking hard not to be close when you’ve tasted each other’s a—” Bakugo’s words were cut off by Shoto’s hand over his mouth.
“What Bakugo means is that we’ve been through a lot together,” Shoto clarified as Bakugo glared over his hand.
“You didn’t tell me they were so funny, babe,” Shinsou laughed in response. “I’ve also got a few friends coming tonight— actually I see them now,” he continued, waving at a trio in the distance.
Bakugo’s jaw nearly dropped when he saw that Kirishima was one of the three people approaching. He didn’t pay much attention to the other two, beyond recognizing that there was a black haired guy as tall as Kirishima and a shorter blonde.
“Hanta, Denki, Eijiro you’ve already met Deku,” Shinsou said when his friends arrived. “These are his friends Todoroki Shoto and Bakugo Katsuki.”
“Hi!” The blonde said energetically, “I’m Kaminari Denki, I use gender neutral pronouns.”
“I’m Sero Hanta, he/him,” the black haired man said.
“I’m Kirishima Eijiro, which you already know Bakugo, he/him too.”
“You two know each other already?” Shinso asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I pierced his nipple.” Bakugo stated matter of factly. “You can call me Bakugo, he/him.”
“I go by Roki or Shoto,” Shoto said, “he and they pronouns.”
“Now that you all know each other, I don’t have to feel bad about leaving to get ready for my set,” Shinso said. “Remember, all your drinks are on me tonight so order whatever you want. As long as it’s not on fire, Denki.”
“That was one time!” Denki called as Shinso walked away, Deku in hand.
“Just gonna help him get ready,” Deku explained, “since it’s his first set here and all.”
“They’re gonna fuck,” Bakugo said, taking a seat at the bar.
“Yep,” Shoto agreed.
“Uh, how do you know know that?” Sero asked.
“He’s our ex,” Bakugo and Shoto said in unison.
“Deku?” Kaminari asked, stunned.
“No,” Bakugo rolled his eyes, “the dude we literally just fucking met.”
“Be nice,” Shoto hissed, elbowing Bakugo in the ribs. “Don’t mind him, he hasn’t gotten laid in months and it’s been making him bitchy.”
Bakugo rolled his eyes.
“Don’t worry,” Sero smiled, “I get cranky when I can’t get some too. Not that that’s happened in a while,” he said, winking at Kaminari as he wrapped his arm around their waist.
“That doesn’t stop you too from needing a wingman,” Kirishima teased. “I’m not usually one for clubs, but these two have been trying and failing to find a third so they dragged me out to help.”
Bakugo noticed Shoto eye the pair thoughtfully.
“How bad of failing are we talking?” Bakugo asked, attempting to appear friendly.
“Like ‘my partner and I have been watching you from across the bar and we really like your vibe’ mixed with really bad pick up lines…” Kirishima said.
“Hey! ‘Are you egg salad because you’d be great in a sandwich’ was a quality line!” Kaminari exclaimed defensively. Bakugo cringed while Shoto burst out laughing
“I think you’re trying too hard to be clever,” Shoto mused. “If it were me, I’d go with ‘Hi I’m Shoto and I’m interested in a threesome,’”
“I’m intrigued by this strategy…” Kaminari said, looking as though he was thinking deeply about Shoto’s suggestion.
“How bout we pick your brain over a drink?” Sero suggested. “I Can find us a free table where we can chat.”
“Sure,” Shoto said, letting the couple whisk him away.
“I’m so glad your friend is into them,” Kirishima sighed in relief. “They can be pretty hopeless, I was worried that I was gonna spend the whole night apologizing for their behavior.”
“You’re a good friend,” Bakugo started, gesturing at the bartender who liked him so that he could order a drink. “A whiskey for me, and whatever my friend here wants.”
“Shōchū for me, please. A double,” Kirishima added.
“I definitely would’ve left those two to fend for themselves,” Bakugo finished. “But Shoto has weird taste, so I guess he finds them cute.”
“Isn’t your taste similar though? You did say both dated Midoriya…”
“That nerd was my first boyfriend, we dated in high school. My type has… developed since then.”
“Oh!” Kirishima said seeming to perk up— he was fucking adorable— “so what is your type now?”
“What’s yours?”
“Manly,” Kirishima said, meeting Bakugo’s gaze. Neither man looked over as their drinks arrived.
“Why don’t you take a seat?” Bakugo said, patting the open stool next to him that Kirishima had been leaning against.
Kirishima was tall enough that he could place one leg on the stool without stepping up. He only needed to raise himself a bit on his toes.
“So…” Kirishima said, taking a small sip of his shochu, which most people did not drink straight, “do you uh, come here often?”
“Fuck no!” Bakugo snorted. “The drinks are good, but nothing about this shithole is worth the cover. I only come because I’m friends with Deku and a couple of the other bartenders. And only if someone else is paying my cover.”
“I did think their cover system was kinda ridiculous, but I did get in for free so…” Kirishima trailed off, fidgeting with the dark blue band on his right wrist. “They almost didn’t believe I was a bottom though, Sero and Kaminari had to convince them for me.”
“That bouncer is a stubborn fucking dickhead,” Bakugo snarled, sipping his whiskey on the rocks.
“I take it you’ve had trouble with him before?”
“Don’t fucking get me started!” Bakugo huffed, practically blowing smoke from his nostrils.
“If you insist,” Kirishima smiled.
“You’re awfully obedient, aren’t you?”
“When I feel like it… I’m guessing by the way you complained about the cover that you’re a top?”
“Yeah, I’m stone.”
“Uh, stone…?” Kirishima questioned.
“You know I’m trans, right?”
“Yeah…?” Kirishima answered, clearly unsure about what that had to do with anything but still ready to listen.
“Stone or stone top basically means I strongly prefer to touch other people rather than have them touch me,” Bakugo explained. “It’s a little different for everyone— some people don’t like any stimulation from a partner at all, others like a bit or only rarely. In my case I like the feeling of needles, and very occasionally receiving oral but not often and not by just anyone. I have to really know they respect my boundaries and/or am really fucking attracted to them. I also like grinding, but that doesn’t really count.”
“It doesn’t?”
“Well, not to me and not if my pants are on.”
“Oh okay. This is new to me, but it makes sense.”
“Stone as a concept is more used by sapphics, transmasc and non-binary people than cis gay men.”
“Good to know! I mean it’s not like getting off is the most important part of sex anyway.”
“You don’t always need to be touched to get off, ya know,” Bakugo said, leaning slightly forward, letting his knee bump against Kirishima’s.
“Hmmm I usually need a good amount of stimulation, but I think I’ve cum untouched once or twice.”
“And how was that?”
“Hot, but uh, overwhelming. I prefer to be touched, like a lot, but uh the person I was with was really dominant and the way he talked to me was… well let’s just say he had a really nice voice. Husky and raspy, kinda like yours…” Kirishima gulped down some shochu after realizing he’d rambled a bit again. Bakugo smirked, he enjoyed the nervous openness of this large man. His black mesh tank and deep red jeans looked practically painted on.
“Is this your first time showing that off?” Bakugo asked not hiding the fact that he was looking very attentively at Kirishima’s full chest.
“Yeah!” Kirishima grinned brightly. “I guess you haven’t seen it in person for a while… I was a little disappointed when I downsized the jewelry that you weren’t working.”
“Yeah, Mina mentioned that I’d just missed you, I had the closing shift that day. It’s a good fit though, the black gems on the end match your roots,” Bakugo teased, making Kirishima flush.
“I meant to touch them up but I got lazy…”
“You do it yourself?”
“Yeah, sometimes Mina helps.”
“She keeps trying to get me to die mine,” Bakugo said, rolling his eyes. “But to tell you a secret,” he said, gesturing for Kirishima to move closer so that he could whisper against his ear, “I’m scared of bleach.”
Kirishima tried to hide his reaction to Bakugo’s voice in his ear with a fake surprised gasp, but Bakugo could tell by the sharp intake of breath that he’d gotten the effect he intended. He let his hand linger a bit on Kirishima’s jaw as he pulled away slowly.
“Do you wanna take our drinks somewhere a little quieter? I think there’s a small seating area on the roof.”
“Sure,” Bakugo agreed, letting the redhead take his hand and lead him to a less quiet area of the bar. Since the rooftop didn’t have a bar, there were only a few people up there smoking and enjoying the view of the city. Bakugo and Kirishima found themselves a relatively isolated corner bench to chat on.
Bakugo was pretty sure this spot was where people hooked up, but he didn’t want to come on too strong or rush Kirishima. As much as he was itching to make the larger man quiver under his touch, he’d already waited six months. He could wait a little longer. Patience wasn’t always his strong suit, but he had the feeling it was worth it.
“I’m glad I ran into you here,” Kirishima said as they settled down. “My other worry was that Sero and Kaminari were gonna magically find someone and ditch me as soon as we got here. I like dancing, but I don’t exactly feel comfortable doing it by myself in a crowd of strangers.”
“Me either,” Bakugo said. “Especially when random drunk or high extras try to fucking touch me.”
“You didn’t mind me holding your hand on the way up here did you?”
“You’re fine red,” Bakugo assured him. “Besides, I’ve already touched your nipple.”
“That was very professional though…”
“And if I wanted to touch it unprofessionally ?”
“It’s not too soon is it?” Kirishima blurted. “I mean... Fuck. That’s not what I meant to say…” Kirishima attempted to hide his face, making Bakugo laugh.
“It should be healed,” Bakugo said, gently pulling Kirishima’s hands away from his face. “But if you really want, I could give you my professional opinion.”
“Okay,” Kirishima gulped, sitting up straight. Bakugo reached out, placing both hands on Kirishima’s hips and running his fingers under the hem of his shirt. Kirishima bit his lips when Bakugo brushed his skin, and closed his eyes when Bakugo reached under his shirt and trailed his hand up from Kirishima’s belly to chest.
Kirishima moaned softly when Bakugo’s hand grazed his areola and he softly pressed the pad of his finger against the top of his nipple.
“How is that? Any pain or tenderness?” Bakugo asked.
“No, it feels um, it feels nice.”
“Good,” Bakugo smiled, pressing down harder so that he could roll the barbell under his finger.
“And this?” He asked.
“Fuck…” Kirishima breathed. “I didn’t use to be this sensitive…”
“Have you not played with this yet?” Bakugo asked, adding his thumb so that he could tug Kirishima between his fingers.
“N-no…” Kirishima stuttered between hitched breaths.
“Why not?” Bakugo released his hold momentarily on Kirishima. “Is that not part of the reason you got your nipple pierced?”
“Yes, but— fuck!” Kirishima gasped as Bakugo suddenly flicked his barbell, sending a shock through him.
“I think you’ve healed up just fine,” Bakugo remarked, grabbing as much of Kirishima’s tit in his hand as he could.
“Do you wanna come to my place?” Kirishima asked.
***
As soon as the door to Kirishima’s apartment closed, Bakugo slammed him against it.
“Your roommate home?” He asked.
“Gone all weekend,” Kirishima replied, leaning down to meet Bakugo’s lips for a kiss.
Bakugo grinned. Gone was the awkward but cute nervous man. In his place was a sexy confident man that could— and did— pick Bakugo up by the ass and kiss him back with equal ferocity. Each of Bakugo’s nips to his face were met with equal desire, and his tongue kept up easily with Bakugo’s teasing.
Bakugo couldn’t wait to absolutely wreck him. With Bakugo’s thighs pressed into his waist and his hands tangled in his hair, Kirishima carried him to the couch and set him down, perched between his knees on the edge of the cushion.
When they finally came up for breath, Kirishima leaned back to kneel on the floor, caressing Bakugo’s thighs with both his massive hands, just above the knee.
“Is this spot okay to touch?”
“Yeah,” Bakugo nodded. “Most places are fine but… definitely don’t touch my fucking junk without permission. Chest is a no, between sternum and collarbone. My back is fine but side of the ribs is kinda iffy sometimes. Every where else is fine. Don’t worry, I’ll let you know if I don’t like something.”
“Okay,” Kirishima nodded.
“Same goes for you, I like to take charge but tell me if anything and I fucking mean anything, makes you uncomfortable or you’re just not into it.”
“Yes, /sir/.”
“Get in my lap.”
The weight of Kirishima’s thighs against Bakugo as he kissed and bit into the redhead’s neck was almost enough to make him lose control. But he wanted to take his time, at least a bit.
Bakugo grasped the back of Kirishima’s shoulders to pull his chest into his face. He pressed his hand against Kirishima’s pierced nipple and took the other into his mouth through the mesh shirt, eliciting a moan from deep in Kirishima’s throat.
“Fuck, Bakugo that feels so …” Kirishima’s words left him as Bakugo licked and rubbed his nipples, crushing the coarse fishnet fabric into his sensitive flesh.
“Feels so what?” Bakugo teased, pulling his mouth back to roll Kirishima’s spit soaked nipple between his fingers. “Feels ~manly~? Also you can call me Katsuki during sex.”
“Yes,” Kirishima giggled between moans, “very manly , Katsuki! Ahh!” He cried, as Bakugo suddenly sank his teeth around his pierced nipple. When he started to grind his pelvis against Bakugo, a firm hand stilled his hips.
“Stay still,” Bakugo ordered, mouth on Kirishima’s chest. The man in his lap immediately stopped, despite the fact that he was nearly bursting out of his pants.
“Good boy,” Bakugo praised, rewarding him with a harder bite to his nipple. Kirishima yelped in response as he clutched Bakugo’s back in response. Bakugo liked the feeling of this big man clinging to him, but he wanted to see just how good he could be.
“Arms at your side,” he commanded, “keep your hands on your thighs until I give you permission to move them.”
Kirishima obeyed, setting clenched fists on his well developed quads.
“Yes sir, like this?” He asked without a trace of hesitation in his voice. The way the word “sir” rang in Bakugo’s ears immediately sent a rush of blood away from Bakugo’s brain.
“Mhm,” he answered, roughly taking both Kirishima’s tits in his hands and squeezing them together. Kirishima whined, clenching his fists tighter.
“Too hard?”
“No sir. You c- you can go harder.”
“Oh can I?” Bakugo eased off some pressure.
“ Please ? H-harder Katsuki, sir.”
At this point, Bakugo no longer had the willpower to deny him. So he dug his short black nails into Kirishima, pecs overflowing from his hands as his thumbs pressed hard into his nipples. Kirishima groaned loudly, almost shaking. Bakugo removed his hands only to pull the front of Kirishima’s tank up over his head, tucking it behind his neck.
He didn’t make him wait long before returning to play with his tits. When his mouth wasn’t on a nipple, he bit and sucked Kirishima’s muscle. He seemed to be okay with the marks, since when Bakugo paused to ask him how he felt he begged him not to stop. Judging by the increasingly warm damp spot quickly spreading on the front of Kirishima’s pants, Bakugo judged he was close. Which is how he’d kept him for the last 30 minutes or so, easing back or stopping completely whenever he felt like he was about to push Kirishima into orgasm.
“P-please sir,” Kirishima finally pleaded.
“‘Please sir’ what’ ?” Bakugo asked, as if it wasn’t entirely obvious this man wasn’t close to tears with how badly he needed release.
“Please, sir, can I cum? I-I’ve been so good f-for you…”
“So good for me..” Bakugo murmured, mouth full of tit. He pulled away for a moment, admiring the sight before him, gently trailing his fingers across the bite marks, followed by his tongue. He could tell it was all Kirishima could do not to cum right then and there. He was so sensitive that Bakugo could probably blow air on his chest and he would burst. Bakugo was impressed he’d lasted this long.
“Be a good boy and cum for me.”
Before Kirishima could respond, Bakugo furiously rubbed and sucked his nipples. He felt Kirishima’s hips involuntarily buck against him, as moans escaped his throat. It was so hot Bakugo felt himself moaning as well.
“T-thank you, sir! Fuck, Katsuki!” Kirishima yelled, unaware of his unrestrained grinding against Bakugo’s abs. Bakugo only slowed his touch after Kirishima’s hips finally settled. He was pressed close enough that Bakugo could feel the semen seeping through his pants.
Bakugo chuckled when he saw that Kirishima’s hands were still in place.
“You can move your hands now,” he said, tugging at Kirishima’s waistband.
“Oh,” Kirishima said in a slight daze. When he relaxed his hands, Bakugo spotted red indentations on his palms. He made a mental note to check on those later.
Bakugo let out a low whistle when he got a look at the mess inside Kirishima’s pants. He knew the man was soaked, but this was honestly impressive.
“When was the last time you got off?” Bakugo asked, making the other man flush.
“Uh… like three months ago? I’ve been kinda busy…”
“Go take these off. And bring back some lube and gloves, if you don’t have any, condoms are fine.”
“Yes, sir!” Kirishima said happily. He walked somewhat stiffly to his room, no doubt uncomfortable with the cooling pool of cum in his pants threatening to run down his legs.
Bakugo wasn’t sure how either of them still had energy, but his blood felt like it was on fire. He’d had a taste of Kirishima and he was just getting started.
When Kirishima returned with a bottle of lube and a box of black nitrile gloves, he still had his shirt tucked behind his head.
“Why do you still have that shit on?”
“Huh?” Kirishima asked, reaching up to feel his shoulders. “Oh, this? You didn’t tell me to take it off.”
Bakugo stared at him for a moment before laughing.
“You are so fucking cute , do you know that?”
Kirishima blushed and shook his head.
“C’mere,” Bakugo said, patting the spot next to him on the couch. As he put on a pair off gloves, pouring a bit of lube inside them to slip them on in one go, he noticed a glint between Kirishima’s ass cheeks.
“Are you wearing a plug?”
“Yeah… is that okay?”
“Very. But did you just put that in or…”
“I’ve been wearing it all night.”
If Bakugo hadn’t already wanted to fuck this man’s brains out, this would’ve convinced him. He nudged Kirishima’s shoulder so that he laid back on the couch, letting his legs fall open, revealing a red glass ring nestled in his ass crack. Bakugo reached out to press on it gently, making Kirishima gasp.
“So if I’m understanding correctly,” Bakugo started, toying with the ring and gauging Kirishima’s reaction. “You went to the club to help your friends get laid, but when you got ready you decided ‘hey, let me prep this fat juicy ass of mine’?”
“Uh...” Kirishima breathed as Bakugo tugged his plug against the rim of his asshole. “S-something like that…”
“What were you thinking?” Bakugo wondered, beginning to twist the plug as he pulled it back and forth just far enough for the bulb to catch on the inside of Kirishima’s anus. “That you’d run into some hot ~manly~ top who was ready to ruin you?”
“Fuck…” Kirishima moaned when Bakugo pressed the plug back into him. Bakugo grinned, guessing he’d found his prostate.
“That isn’t an answer…” Bakugo said, releasing the plug from his grasp.
“Y-yes! I was hoping I-I’d meet someone… w-who could give me what I ahh!! Needed !” Kirishima yelped as Bakugo plunged the toy back into him, adding an additional squirt of lube.
“And you went so far as to wear a plug, because what? You needed this tight hole to be ready?”
“Fuck… yes, I wanted to be pr-prepared…”
“You wanted this that badly, huh?”
“N- needed it, sir! Needed you… ”
Bakugo nearly stopped rubbing the glass toy against the man’s prostate. He felt his face flush, not expecting that answer.
“Me?” He asked, unable to hide the surprise in his voice.
“Y-you’re all I’ve been able t-to… fuck! To think about… Haven’t- um, h-haven’t been able to touch mmmm! Myself…” Kirishima confessed, panting heavily as Bakugo picked up his pace against his ass. He wasn’t outright thrusting the plug, but he was tugging, rubbing and twisting it while keeping pressure on just the right spot to make Kirishima melt.
“If I’m understanding correctly, you haven’t touched yourself in months because of me? You’re that ruined already?” He taunted. Fuck, this man was just as tortured as he was, maybe even more so. Bakugo was glad he hadn't been the only one pining.
“Y-yesssir! Fuck you feel amazing… b-better than my fa-fantasies…”
This man was going to be the death of Bakugo Katsuki. He already wanted to give him everything he had.
“Is this what you thought about when you put this plug in today?”
“Y-yeah… when Shinso told us Izuku invited y-you I c-couldn’t help hoping…”
“So you knew I was gonna be there? You put this in for me ?” Bakugo was stunned. He’d never felt someone want him like before.
“Y-yes Katsuki.”
“I’m gonna fuck you now, don’t you fucking dare hold back, okay baby?” Bakugo barely noticed the pet name slip from his lips.
Kirishima could only nod in response before Bakugo began pounding into him. When he finally released the bulb of the plug from the confines of Kirishima’s asshole, he noticed it had a series of four beads decreasing in size from the base.
“How big is this?” He murmured, pulling the beaded plug all the way out before plunging it back inside.
“Uh… like 5 cm* max diameter? Mmm fuck, oh fuck Katsuki!”
*5 cm ≈ 2in
Bakugo chuckled, he didn’t actually expect Kirishima to answer. 5 centimeters looked about right and it was probably a good 12.5 cm* long. And he’d been wearing this all night without any sign.
*12.5 cm ≈ 5 in
With his fingers hooked around the ringed base, Bakugo had plenty of grip and leverage to fuck Kirishima as hard as he wanted. He soon found himself panting and grunting almost as heavy and loud as Kirishima was. He was pressed up against him, one of Kirishima’s legs thrown over his shoulder while the other hung off the couch.
“Is this how you dreamed I would take you?” Bakugo gloated, his gloved hand digging into the thigh against his torso.
“E-even better, sir!” Kirishima explained.
“When did you know that you wanted me?” Bakugo asked, leaning forward to bend Kirishima’s thigh down against his chest, and thrusting his pelvis for increased force.
“Oh shit! Fuck!” Kirishima wailed. “W-when you f-Fuck fuck fuck!”
“Don’t forget to fucking breathe,” Bakugo chided, not unkindly. Kirishima nodded, breathing deeply into the rhythm of Bakugo’s pounding.
“When you… f-first put those gloves on… i-in the sh-shop.”
“Should’ve known you had it bad when you popped a boner in front of me,” Bakugo bragged directly into Kirishima’s ear. “Don’t you have any shame?”
Kirishima quivered in response to Bakugo’s taunts, his hard dick twitching and leaking between them. It was long enough to brush Bakugo’s belly button. It was almost a shame that it was useless, other than for Bakugo to toy with. If he felt like it.
“I-I was mortified ,” Kirishima admitted. “B-but you were s-so nice about it. L-like my c-cock didn’t even… fuck! M-matter…”
“Did that turn you on?”
“I f-fucked myself… s-s-six times. Wh-when… I got h-hng! Haaa!! Home.”
With that, Bakugo slammed into him faster and harder. He was upset that he hadn’t fucked this man silly sooner. “Katsuki!” Kirishima yelled underneath him. “F-fuck me! Please, sir… fuck!”
Bakugo proceeded to fuck him until he couldn’t cum any more, releasing a torrent of orgasms that left Kirishima’s limbs limp and the space between them overflowing with ejaculate. Bakugo had used up most of his arm strength, and resigned himself to lying on Kirishima’s chest while they stroked each others hair and let their breathing settle.
Eventually though, Bakugo knew he would have to get up. The sweat on his binder was starting to cool and it made him feel sticky. Not to mention the other body fluids that were seeping through his shirt. Good thing he’d brought an extra.
He was more than willing to help the other man clean himself up, but he didn’t want to burden him by spending the night.
“Alright,” he said pushing himself off of Kirishima “Where are your towels? I’ll help you clean up before I head out…”
“What?” Kirishima jolted upright. “You can’t go like that…”
“What do you mean? If you’re worried about the jizz I have another shirt, see?” When Bakugo peeled off his v neck, he realized that it was soaked through to his chest. “Oh.”
“I’d feel so bad letting you go like that,” Kirishima said. “My compression shirts I work out in are probably too big for you, but I have some baggy hoodies if you're comfortable with that? You can shower first too, if you want…”
Bakugo grabbed Kirishima’s face and kissed him to stop him from rambling.
“Fuck, you’re sweet,” he grumbled. “I guess I can stay, but make sure to dry my binder flat, okay?”
Kirishima smiled and nodded. Bakugo was in and out of the shower, dried off and wrapped cozily in a soft red hoodie when he realized he’d been tricked. HE was the one that was supposed to help Kirishima clean up post sex, but that himbo had turned things around on him.
Still, it was nice to be cared for. And Kirishima’s clothes were comfy. He could’ve sworn he’d only blinked, but when he opened his eyes again he found himself wrapped in two muscular arms and pressed against Kirishima’s bare chest. The redhead was snoring softly, and the sun was just about to rise. Bakugo settled back under the blankets. He could sleep a little longer.