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Bakugou never gave much thought about things such as romance and much less about sex.
Since he was four years old and he got his quirk, his only interest was to become the number one hero, and thus his every thought was about how to be stronger and better than everyone else.
When the rest of his classmates in middle school began to have crushes and going on dates, he preferred to spend his time studying and training. Even Deku would blush and lose his mind over pretty girls. But not him. No.
He only cared about becoming the number one.
Until Kirishima.
There was something about the boy that engraved him in Bakugou’s mind from their first meeting. Maybe it was the bright red color that could only come from a bottle, the adrenaline from the fight or that stupid smile that succeeded in making his stomach fill with butterflies.
It had been love at first sight.
So, he did what any sane person with a bigger goal would have done in the same scenario; he tried to avoid him.
Needless to say, he failed miserably, because the red head found a way around his walls and crept into his life until he became a constant that Bakugou would rather die than losing.
Proof of how special he was to Bakugou, was that they were still hanging out together two years after graduating and moving to different cities. It was a one-hour train ride, but still, not the same as living next door.
They were the best of friends.
That’s right. Bakugou accepted that nothing would come from his one-sided love on his super straight best friend and carried on with his life as best as he could. Except that maybe he was not as straight as he always claimed.
“We should have sex,” Kirishima said out of the blue during movie night and Bakugou froze in his place —head resting over the redhead’s shoulder in a very friendly manner— wondering if he heard right or he had somehow dozed off and imagined it.
The blond looked at the movie still playing to see the subtitles because he once learnt that you can’t read in a dream, and he needed the confirmation that this wasn’t a creation of his mind. Then he pinched himself. Twice.
After determining that he was completely awake, he slowly separated from his best friend and turned to face him. The redhead mimicked his action and Bakugou was glad to see that Kirishima was looking as surprised and confused as he felt.
“Okay, so…” Kirishima began talking, looking unsure of what he wanted to say next and probably regretting saying that out loud. “I was thinking…”
“So, it does work. I was beginning to wonder if it was purely ornamental”, he interrupted with a tease while he motioned to his head, because that was normal for them, and the annoyed look followed by an impressed one told him it was the right thing to say, because they relaxed somehow after it.
“As I was saying…” he resumed his answer, not wasting time to follow the teasing. “I’ve been thinking about how funny it is that we’re still virgins…”
Bakugou cringed at the word and moved around in his seat to hide how uncomfortable that topic made him.
“Not exactly stand-up material…”
“… even though we are already pro heroes that appear on the cover of magazines”, the red head kept talking, ignoring once more his mocking replies.
“At least one of us does…”
Kirishima glared at him and Bakugou thought he was getting the talk about how a local gazette was still a magazine. But he seemed to be more concerned about getting his point across.
“So, I was thinking it’d be the best if we both just… did it.”
Bakugou stared at him for some time, expecting the red head would start laughing and say it was a joke, but the longer he waited, the more nervous his best friend looked.
“Well fuck me if that isn’t the most romantic thing someone has said to me”, he decided to keep joking until he was completely sure this wasn’t some sort of test that would end badly if he admitted how many times he had fantasized about similar scenarios.
“Well, that’s kind of my point actually”, he nodded and then pointed at the tv where the movie was still running. The man had successfully rescued the female lead and they were now making out. “I‘ve been thinking lately about how I have never even kissed and the longer I wait the more pressure I feel. I’m a little afraid I won’t know what to do when the time comes.”
“I have news for you, shitty hair; no one knows what to do on their first time…”
“But we’re 20 already and people just assumes we are more… experienced”, Kirishima blushed while he said that, his hand moving in circles between them. It really looked like he had had to gather all his courage to admit that out loud.
Bakugou wanted to throw another joke about how that was stupid, but he found out that he could actually understand exactly where he was coming from.
It’s not like he thought having romantic or sexual experience was fundamental, but there was no denying that whenever the topic popped out into a conversation, he mostly felt left out. He knew that all of their close friends had their fair share of experience, and it made him feel insecure every time they talked about it. It was as if they were talking about a friend in common that he should know closely but actually hasn’t even met.
He mostly didn’t care because he accepted a long time ago that the only person, he would ever like was the idiot in front of him, and since he thought it was impossible for them to even discuss kissing, he assumed he’d die a virgin. And he made peace with it.
“Why me, though?” he asked what was really bugging him, and he told himself mentally to not get his hopes up.
Kirishima let out a sigh and he relaxed. He sent a warm smile his way and Bakugou cursed his inner self for falling so easily.
“Because I figured since we are in the same boat, we could help each other out”, he said like it was nothing and that made Bakugou want to scream in his face that they are not, because he had been in love with him since they were 15 and that it would probably mean a lot more to him.
He scoffed to hide any emotion that could show in his face.
“I thought you were straight…” He held his eyes and made a comment that was meant to sound like a joke but had the potential to make him the happiest man in the world or break his heart.
“A little experimentation never hurt anyone”, the redhead shrugged.
“You must be really desperate”, he shook his head in disbelief. That was the answer he expected, but it still pained him to hear that he would only be an experiment.
To his credit, Kirishima looked hurt that he would think that way. He sought his eyes to hold his stare with those puppy eyes that could convince him to do anything and Bakugou knew he was fucked. Quite literally, probably.
“A part of me just thought that it’d be perfect because we are both inexperienced and could just… you know, learn on the go”, Kirishima confessed and Bakugou had to agree that it would be nicer if no one could see him not knowing what to do. He was already considering agreeing to this crazy deal when the redhead spoke again. “But also, because I figured such a special moment had to be shared with a special person.”
Only Kirishima could refer to him as an experiment and less than five seconds later call him someone special.
That was all that he needed to finish convincing himself that he wanted to go along with Kirishima’s plan. It was some stupid logic born from a problem that could only bother someone immature, and every logic part of his mind was screaming at him to say no and forget this conversation ever happened, because that was probably the best for his feelings. But he couldn’t.
That last argument was the best part. Bakugou wasn’t particularly interested in such things, but it was Kirishima, the boy he has loved for five years. He might never have another chance like this ever again, to know what it was like to be like that with the person you love.
And it’s not like he could ever say no to Kirishima. That boy could tear him to pieces and his hear would steal beat for him.
“Okay,” Bakugou said finally after thinking it for a while.
“Great!” Kirishima let out a long sigh of relief and the chuckled while he rubbed his hands together in a gesture Bakugou already knew meant he was nervous.
Bakugou waited again, trying to keep his nerves under control, but seeing Kirishima so flabbergasted wasn’t helping.
“Can I—uh kiss you?” Kirishima scratched the back of his head while he maintained the eye contact.
The blond didn’t trust himself to reply properly, so he only nodded.
They both leaned forward slowly until their lips connected shyly. They remained static in their places for a moment that was probably too long to be right and Bakugou stopped to wonder if Kirishima’s inexperience went as far as haven’t even flirted. It’s not like the redhead had ever told him about dating or making out with someone, but he assumed it might have happened anyways.
Now, however, as the two began to move their lips clumsily, he knew this was as new for Kirishima as it was for him. It was totally sloppy and awkward, but to Bakugou, it felt like glory, although that was probably his bias showing.
They parted ways after half a minute of kissing. Bakugou waited silently and in panic as he waited for the redhead’s jury.
“Was it any good?” the younger of the two ended up asking nervously and it made Bakugou snort.
“It was very good,” he replied with a big smirk that fell off his face slowly to show his own insecurity. “Was it good for you?”
It didn’t gross you out to kiss your best friend, a male? Was the hidden question.
“Yeah, totally!” He answered very eager and when he realized how he sounded, he cleared his throat and played with his hands anxiously over his lap, “can we—uh… do it more?”
Bakugou smirked again with a sudden rush of confidence that maybe his best friend wasn’t as straight as he always thought.
He grabbed Kirishima from his collar and pulled him closer into another kiss, this time hungrier. His hands kept on the back of his neck to keep him close, and he was thankful that he didn’t use gel anymore when he was off duty because he could run his fingers through the red hairs.
Bakugo was a bit surprised when he felt the other’s tongue moving against his lips, but he understood what was happening and he open his mouth lightly. That was enough permission for Kirishima to begin moving his tongue like he needed desperately to identify every corner of his mouth, which was not very pleasurable. He frowned and flinched without separating from the kiss, but that small movement was enough for the redhead to understand and slow down.
After a moment of making out, Kirishima —who often reminded him of a big dog who liked to chew everything— bit him. It was not hard enough to draw blood, but it was more exciting than Bakugou could have imagined and a soft moan scaped his mouth.
He was shocked to discover that the sound had come out of him, but he wasn’t given any time to feel the least bit ashamed, because the moan had apparently done something for the red head. Soon after, he was being pushed backwards into the couch. The movement hadn’t been smooth or gentle, so it was good that there were plenty of pillows to soften the impact.
The blond adjusted his torso as best as he could in the position he was put while strong hands gripped his waist to keep him down while they continued to make out.
The two continued to kiss and grind against each other for what felt like forever, the movie having ended a while back and the platform was asking if someone was still watching.
The first to break apart was Kirishima, who pulled back and Bakugou tried to chase his lips but stopped when he was met with a deep frown in his friend’s face.
“Do you think you’ll still be in the mood if I run really fast to the convenience store?” the red head asked.
Bakugou had trouble to find an answer because he was still to hung up on their kiss to think of a reason why Kirishima would need to go to a… Oh.
Oh.
“I actually have condoms in my room…” his reply was met by a look of inquisitiveness. He looked like he wanted to make a joke, but he couldn’t think of one. Bakugou rolled his eyes and shoved the boy playfully. “Fucking PR forced me to be part of a shitty campaign to promote safe sex.”
“And they paid in condoms?”
Of course not. He wanted to answer, but the big boxes that had been sent to the agency told a different story, so he bit his tongue and shrugged. “I gave them all to my senpais, but they insisted I kept some just in case…” He stood up and held back a smirk. “Fuck, I can’t believe they were right.”
He waited to stand up awkwardly in front of the red head until he nodded towards his room and when Kirishima understood what he meant he opened his mouth wide in surprise and then into an excited smile that filled Bakugou with confidence.
They walked in silence through the short hallway to the bedroom and Bakugou felt like Orpheus, not daring to look behind in fear of finding out his friend had changed his mind. Only until he crossed the frame of the door did he dare to look back, but he didn’t get to turn around fully because the redhead moved quickly towards him and pressed his lips against his own again.
He was pressed against the wall where they continued to make out for another while, bodies grinding against each other, until Bakugou pulled back just enough to say, “bed.”
Kirishima pressed again to keep kissing but the desperate tug on his shirt pulling him towards the bed was enough confirmation that he agreed to move things over there.
They stopped when Kirishima’s legs hit the bed and then Bakugou pushed him to be the one on top this time. There was no protest from the red head as he kept him pinned to the bed, his hands roaming from his neck to his waist and his groin grinding against his own.
Kirishima’s hands cupped his ass as he pulled him closer and when their erections met, all Bakugou’s second thoughts were gone because there was no doubt that the other boy was very much into this as he was.
Bakugou kept grinding their erections together while they continued to make out on his bed, until he became more desperate to do more.
He gently bit the redhead’s lips before separating and with one of his characteristic smirks, he stood up from the bed and walked towards his dresser.
“Wha—where are you going?” the question sounded full of panic, almost as if he was scared that Bakugou was walking out on him, and that made the blond giddy.
He quickly searched on the back of a drawer for the box he had buried in there as soon as he got home and realize that someone —he suspected Izuku, but nothing was proven— had hidden it inside his bag after saying he didn’t want anything to do with the condoms.
He grabbed a package of lube and a couple condoms, which was maybe presumptuous on his part, but a boy could only hope, and turned back to face his best friend again.
“Are you still sure about this?” he asked, seeking confirmation before crossing the line that might change everything forever.
Kirishima, beautiful, sweet, lovely idiot, gave him his most reassuring smile, the one he saved for very serious situations and nodded.
“Are you?”
Instead of answering with words, Bakugou used his free hand to slowly unbutton his jeans with shaky hands and let them fall to the ground. He waited as the redhead look him from head to toes, blushing as his gaze travel from his chest to his abdomen and then lingered on his very noticeable erection that was only covered by his briefs.
He cleared his throat after a moment when it became apparent that Kirishima was not saying anything.
“Oh yeah, sorry!” Kirishima blushed and then he scrambled on the bed as he struggled to get his jeans off with no grace whatsoever. Once he was left in his underwear he smiled excitedly.
Bakugou snorted and he covered his mouth with his wrist. “What the fuck are you wearing?”
Kirishima’s smile grew as he sat on the edge of the bed with his legs wide open. He flung his hand across his semi naked body, making an emphasis on his red riot briefs —the original—, “they’re limited edition.”
“Now I know you really didn’t plan for this to happen tonight”, Bakugou teased, his grin growing more every minute.
“Excuse me?!” Kirishima’s hand darted to clutch tightly his nonexistent pearls and he gasped offended. “These are my fancy underpants, mind you.”
The way the boy spoke was to make it sound like he was being serious, but they knew each other so well that the mischievous glint in his eyes was enough for Bakugou to know this was a joke.
The funniest part of this situation was not that the underwear with cartoons of the original Red Riot might really be his best pair, but the fact that Bakugou found it so endearing that it made him fall harder —if it was even possible— for the boy.
“Of course they are…” he replied as he shook his head and walked back to the bed, the fondness slipping into his voice.
Maybe it was that Bakugou was hovering directly above him again or that he was suddenly being soft, but Kirishima went mute, his mouth feeling dry.
“Hi…” he muttered nervously as Bakugou dropped the condoms and lube beside him to straddle his lap.
“Hi…” Bakugou muttered back. He placed one hand on the boy’s shoulder and the other on his cheek to caress it tenderly. This was a lot more tender than he would usually dare to be, but he had already decided that if this might be his only chance to be with Kirishima, then he would make the most of it.
He leaned closer to initiate a kiss, but this time it was slower and somehow felt more intimate. The desire was still there, but it also felt like a lot more. Bakugou broke the kiss eventually to ask, “what now?”
Kirishima swallowed; the nervousness clear in his whole being as he understood what the other was referring to. He somehow managed to hold the eye contact as he replied, “it’s not rocket science, Bakugou. You have an ass and I have a penis…”
The explosive boy frowned and moved a little further away to look better at him.
“Why do you say it like it’s a fucking given you’ll be the top?”
“Well, because…” Kirishima looked taken aback as he searched for an answer, “because I am manlier.”
Bakugou scoffed. He sent him a look that was clearly questioning if he meant to say that, but didn’t give any time to answer, instead gave a counter argument. “Well, I’m taller.”
“And I am stronger”, he said too proudly.
The blond wanted to argue that, but while he remained taller than Kirishima, his training routine was made to keep him aerodynamic while Kirishima’s was to make him a literal wall.
“I’m older”, he went for the next undisputable argument he could think of.
Kirishima looked like he wanted to add something more but instead he let out a groan of frustration and he leaned forward, burying his face in Bakugou pectorals and surrounding his waist in a tight hug.
Bakugou struggled to form any coherent thought as the boy’s breath was hitting his naked chest and the hair was brushing his chin.
“Come on, Bakugou. Please let me do you.” He groaned, looking up with a pout that left the blond defenseless.
It had been dumb of him to even argue in the first place; Bakugou was so in love with Kirishima that he would always end up agreeing with his every request. He could even ask him to jump of a cliff and he might do it if it made the boy happy, because he found himself ready to let the boy destroy him.
Bakugou was his after all, and that meant that he could do whatever he wanted with him, and he would just let him.
“Fine”, he said breathless.
Kirishima perked up, “wait, really?”
“Yeah, just let me… You know.” Bakugou grabbed one of the packages of lube he had left to their side moments ago and then tried to get up, but strong hands gripped his waist and held him in place. He looked down at his friend with an inquisitive gaze.
“Can I do it?”
The blond frowned at him, not understanding at first but then realization hit him, and he became terribly red.
“No!” he yelled ashamed as he tried to break free from the other’s embrace, a task that was looking to be impossible.
“What? Why not?”
“Because it’s embarrassing!”
“Bakugou…” he said with a glare of annoyance, an expression that now that he thinks about it, was usually never directed towards him. “Do you realize that a lot more than just my fingers is supposed to go inside you?”
“Fucking presumptuous, don’t you think?” He teased, but he was met with a face that looked even more annoyed than before and that caused him to roll his eyes. He sighed in defeat. “Fucking fine.”
As soon as he agreed, he was spun as Kirishima positioned himself back on top of him. Bakugou wasn’t given any time to even appreciate how strong or how eager his best friend was.
The redhead stole the package of lube from his hands and eagerly opened it with his teeth, causing some of the liquid to go inside of his mouth. He frowned with disgust and proceeded to open his mouth repeatedly, trying to get rid of the taste with his own saliva.
Bakugou snickered and Kirishima’s glare morphed into a smile of his own.
“Are you ready?” He asked Bakugou, suddenly becoming serious again.
The blond took a deep breath and began nodding slowly. “Yeah, just…” he wriggled to get his underwear off of him and then threw it off the bed, “just be gentle, please.”
Kirishima looked at the now uncovered genitalia of his friend and his face was adorned with a pretty shade of red. He gulped before looking up at him with affection and he gave him one of his reassuring smiles. “Of course.”
Bakugou was mortified because of his fear of his best friend getting turned off by seeing a naked man, considering he is straight —which was proven incorrect as the tent in his briefs continued to poke his thigh—, but that was quickly forgotten when he felt the cold liquid being poured on his perineum, letting it drip to his hole.
“Fucking cold…” he muttered at the same time he shut his eyes tight.
“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” Kirishima froze over Bakugou, allowing another drop of lube to fall directly over the blond’s balls.
Bakugou hissed again at the cold sensation on his groin but opened his eyes to look at him.
“I’m fine. You can…” he adverted his eyes, the blush spreading from his cheeks to the rest of his face, “you know.”
Kirishima swallowed and with a serious expression that he usually only had when he was examining the details of an important mission, he proceeded to touch the rim with his index finger, making circular movements that sent a chill throughout Bakugou’s spine.
He kept doing that for a long time until he mustered the courage to slowly insert it.
The action was slow and long and Bakugou gasped involuntarily when the whole thing was inside of him, his breathing becoming faster.
Kirishima seemed to think that was a bad sign because he stopped all movement and asked.
“Did I hurt you? Want me to stop?” he asked with a hurried voice, but not taking the limb out.
Bakugou shook his head without thinking. “No, no, no. It just felt… weird, I guess.”
“Weird… good?”
“Oh yes! You have magic fingers!” The blond smirked and sent a mocking look at his best friend, who in exchange sent him an unamused look.
Without warning he pulled the digit out and shoved it back in, with the same level of carefulness but much faster. It caused the blond to gasp harder at the sensation, and it was the other’s turn to look smug.
“Asshole”, Bakugou commented, still smirking.
The red head looked pleased with himself for a moment, but then he changed it back to his reassuring smile and caring eyes that made Bakugou fall apart.
“Please, just let me now if it hurts or you just want to stop. Okay?”
And how funny it was to hear him say those things, because Bakugou was sure that Kirishima could tear him apart and no matter the pain, he wouldn’t stop him. But that was the wonderful thing, he knew Kirishima would never hurt him intentionally. That’s why he was so in love with him in the first place.
“Okay…” he said eventually.
That was enough confirmation that Kirishima could go all the way with him, and the redhead understood it perfectly, because soon the finger began to go in and out gently, over and over until the sensation became duller.
Then another finger joined the motion and Bakugou was torn between trying to look at the boy’s fingers going inside him or at the intense crimson eyes looking directly at him like he was trying to capture every detail of this moment in his memory.
Eventually, Kirishima touched a spot inside of Bakugou that made him shiver and whine. He took a moment to realize what had happened, and once he did, he was met with the very curious and aroused look of his friend.
“Was that…?” the redhead asked with an overly excited voice.
The blond bit his lips and considered for a moment before nodding and answering, “I think.”
All the answer he got from Kirishima was another thrust that hit the same spot, earning a muffled moan that confirmed his supposition.
Soon a third finger was added and Bakugou was shocked to realize that he barely felt any discomfort, despite knowing how much he was being stretched now. But there wasn’t really much room to think of anything else other than the sensation of his prostate being attacked continuously by the boy’s now methodic hand moves.
Bakugou was amazed by the expression of hunger in the boy’s face. He looked exhilarated and almost like he wanted to keep the fingering all night.
“Shitty hair, stop, please”, he begged in between erratic breaths, despite the pleasure he was feeling.
The boy stopped mid thrust and Bakugou was shocked to realize he was disappointed when the fingers didn’t reach the spot.
“What’s wrong, did I hurt you?”
Bakugou swallowed hard, he wanted to go all the way with him, and one quick glance at the still painfully erect cock of his best friend, along with the stain of precum on his briefs gave him the determination.
“I think I’m ready…”
“Are you sure?” Kirishima looked both excited and terrified, and he had to glance again to confirm that he was still erect to know he was still into it.
The blond nodded eagerly, “yeah, please put it inside.”
A loud groan scaped Kirishima that sounded almost like a growl and fuck if that didn’t make Bakugou even more horny.
“Okay, yeah”, Kirishima stumbled backwards to get off the bed and pulled down his underwear without grace but with much appreciated speed.
He threw his underwear to the side and practically launched to fall again in the same position between the blond’s legs. This time, Bakugou decided that looking at his friend’s dick was more interesting than his face, and he was glad because he saw the boy struggle to put on the condom.
“Let me help you with that” he asked while holding back a snort, already trying to reach the boy’s member.
Kirishima flipped clumsily the condom, trying to determine which side was the correct one. “No, I got this.”
He watched the boy struggle for another second, his tongue sticking out in deep concentration before he lost his patience. He sat on the bed and reached to take the condom off his hands.
“I let you put your fingers in me”, he rolled his eyes as he grabbed the tip of the condom between his thumb and index finger, “the least you could do is let me touch your fucking dick.”
He waited until Kirishima nodded reluctantly before holding the condom in place and then used his free hand to roll it on his dick, jerking tentatively to make sure he had done it right.
The red head groaned, and it was Bakugou’s turn to smirk at him.
“Think you can last more than two fucking seconds, shitty hair?”
He expected to be met with a bashful Kirishima replying with some joke of his own, but instead, he was almost glaring at him, but there was no hate there, only a fire that threatened to burn Bakugou whole.
“Can I put it in?” his voice came out in a growl and it made the blond think that even if he said no, Kirishima would eat him anyway.
Bakugou swallowed hard and nodded, not thrusting himself to say anything coherent.
Kirishima aligned himself with his entrance and pressed the tip against the rim.
“Let me know if you want to stop…” the boy said while holding eye contact with him and then waited for confirmation.
Bakugou stayed in place, lost in the crimson gaze that would haunt his nights for the rest of his life. He was brought back to reality when a hand held his waist in place, squeezing firmly.
“Yes, just…” he bit his lip, fighting the words off his mouth, “just fucking put it in already.”
Kirishima nodded back and without wasting any more time, he pushed his dick inside slowly until he filled him more than the fingers had previously done and reaching even deeper.
His prostate wasn’t even brushed, but something about the sensation of being so full and knowing it was Kirishima doing it, made Bakugou lose his mind. He gasped and a hand flew to grab the boy’s arm and squeeze it hard.
“Did I hurt you?” the red head asked nervously, his voice stranded as he didn’t want to stop just when he was starting but ready to do so.
Bakugou shook his head and then tried to steady his breathing. Kirishima leaned forward to get their faces closer and the blond used his other hand to grab his neck.
“No, it’s just too fucking big. I need a moment”, he said while pulling Kirishima closer until their foreheads were touching. But then Bakugou flinched at the odd feeling of something twitching inside, so he looked confused at the boy inside of him, “did… did it get bigger?”
Kirishima pulled his face away and adverted his gaze with a furious blush.
“What do you expect when you say erotic things like that?” He groaned.
The outburst made the blond snicker, thing that Kirishima didn’t took too well. He looked ready to argue back but was interrupted by Bakugou pulling him from his nape to kiss him on the lips.
When they broke the kiss, both looked more relaxed but also more eager to continue and Bakugou decided to brace himself.
“Okay, you can move.”
The red head looked like a big dog excited to play with a new ball, which was enough to tell Bakugou what to expect.
The next thrust was faster, earning a groan from Bakugou.
There was a short moment before another thrust came with the same speed but somehow it felt different. This repeated over and over and Bakugou was getting confused, or as much as he could when his mind was cloudy with the intense feelings. It repeated many times and Kirishima was beginning to look troubled.
“Where is it?” he asked to himself in a low voice that sounded disappointed.
“What the fuck are yo—ngh…!”
Bakugou was interrupted mid question by a particular sensation he became acquainted with just minutes ago. His whole body shuddered, and he tightened his hold of the boy’s arm and neck, a loud moan scaping his lips involuntarily.
“Alright, let’s go!” Kirishima cheered excitedly before adjusting himself. He started thrusting into him again, but this time with more fluent, fast and consistent strikes to his prostate.
Soon Bakugou became a whimpering mess that could not think of anything other than the pleasure he was feeling and the bliss in Kirishima’s expression that must be matching his own.
There was some pain as was to be expected since this was his first time, but it was barely there if put in comparison to the marvelous job Kirishima was doing at stimulating his prostate.
“Am I doing it right?” Kirishima asked smugly despite his panting.
Something about the cheeky grin the redhead was giving him made Bakugou feel annoyed, but he couldn’t even hold a glare for longer than a second. He could only cover his eyes with his fore arms. “Shut up.”
Kirishima did in fact shut up after one snicker that made Bakugou move his forearm to his forehead instead just so he could keep looking at the other boy. All while the thrusting kept increasing speed somehow.
The stimulation got to the point where he began to feel a tingling sensation in his groin that he recognized all too well. The hand that wasn’t on his forehead moved to reach for his dick to jerk himself, but it was slapped away by the redhead.
“The fuck?” Bakugou cursed trying to reach for his erection again, only to be stopped by a tight grip on his wrist.
“Not yet”, Kirishima growled at him, baring his teeth like he was a feral animal. “I’m still not close.”
The redhead used his left hand to grab both of Bakugou’s wrists over his head, so that the only stimulation the blond could get on his cock was the fleeting brushes against Kirishima’s abs.
“Fuck—please, Eijiro…” He begged with a broken voice, “I want to cum.”
“Just a little more.”
The strikes to his prostate continued while the warm in his groin kept increasing.
“Eijiro, please! I want to come!” He pleaded again, though his scream didn’t sound pained or angry at all.
There was a second where Kirishima looked at him like he was contemplating letting his hands go, but he didn’t. He only kept staring at him with those burning red eyes.
“Then come.”
Kirishima didn’t even get to let go of his arms because that single order switched something inside Bakugou that made him come all over his torso.
“Fu—ngh!” The blond screamed what tried to be insults but were barely understandable. His whole body spammed and the sensation of Kirishima’s dick in his ass increased as he tightened around him.
The feeling must have been too much for the other boy because he came almost immediately after.
Both boys were left panting heavily as they stared into each other’s eyes.
“Shit, that was…” Bakugou struggled to find the right word.
“Fucking hot”, Kirishima completed for him. “Dude, you came from your ass!”
Bakugou felt the heat return to his face as he looked down to confirm that he had in fact not touched himself at all. He expected his first time to be shit and just salvable by it being with Kirishima, but he never expected to become a fricking porn actor.
“Whatever, just get the condom off before it starts to fucking spill out…”
Kirishima seemed to realize that he was still inside Bakugou and that caused all his previous bravado to leave his body and he pulled out clumsily. It was sloppy and Bakugou winced at the feeling.
“Shit!” The blond watched in amusement as the boy struggled to take out the condom, being apparently dumb enough to press the tip again and causing his cum to start spilling.
At least it was definitely his first time wearing a condom.
After —almost— successfully tying the condom and throwing it into the trash can, they were left in awkward silence.
“So, was it good for you?” Kirishima asked to break the silence. He earned a glare from the explosive boy that was slightly annoyed by the question, so he was quick to add in a table, “because it was really good for me, like best night of my life! But not in a weird way, more like a—“.
“It was better than I expected”, he admitted bashfully.
“But like waaay better or barely better?” the blond glared at him, and the redhead smiled sheepishly. “Right, sorry.”
There was a moment of silence. Kirishima looked lost in the room like he didn’t know what to do.
Bakugou felt the same way.
Now was the awkward part that came after, when they had to go back to being friends.
Unless they could postpone it for a while.
“Way better…” he muttered, trying to make it look like he hadn’t mean to say it out loud.
Bakugou didn’t have to wait long for a response. Kirishima straightened and he looked self-satisfied at him.
“Do you want to do it again?” he asked with terrible fake disinterest.
He smirked at the redhead.
“The condoms are in the top drawer.”
They could wait a little longer to go back.
Kirishima was the first one to wake up the next morning.
He watched Bakugou sleep next to him for a long time, and he couldn’t help the smugness that came from knowing that the first time in history that Bakugou overslept was because of him.
He showered in the bliss of that peaceful moment right until reality hit him like a truck.
“Shit”, he cursed under his breath.
He rubbed his face with his left hand before returning his attention to the sleeping form of Katsuki.
Katsuki.
His best friend.
“Fuck, I really messed up.”
One quick look to the clock on the nightstand told him they should have already eaten, and another look to the blond convinced him that he had time to go to the cafeteria down the street to get something to eat for the two of them and think about what he did last night.
With all the stealth he had in him, he got out of bed without waking the other boy up, grabbed his clothes from the ground and walked on his tiptoes to the door. He gave one last glance at the blond that caused his heart to skip a beat and then left in silence.
To be completely honest, he didn’t think things would go that way.
When he suggested they should have their first time with each other, he was ready to use his quirk and survive a direct explosion to the face, maybe to get an earful for the next couple of hours about how stupid he was, and eventually, to move on like that conversation never even happened in the first place.
Of course, being really delusional, he hoped Bakugou would tell him he was in love with him and then they would start dating. But after more than a year of being in love with him, he had accepted that it was never going to happen.
Ever since he realized that he might not be so straight as he claimed throughout high school, and that the reason of said realization was his best friend, he decided that would be a secret he would never let anyone know.
A little attraction was something he could live with.
But it wasn’t a little attraction, as he soon accepted he was madly in love.
He decided to push his luck and that’s why he said what he did in that moment, so that if things went south, he could fake a laugh and say it was all a joke.
He didn’t expect to be so lucky to have Bakugou agreeing with his stupid idea.
Brilliant! A voice said inside his head, and it was followed my memories from last night that made him blush. Hopefully it could pass as something caused by the morning sun.
He will forever cherish that night, but it will also be stained with the knowledge that he had deceived him, and what was worse, that he wasn’t reciprocated.
Kirishima allowed himself to mop at the cafeteria and during his way back to Bakugou’s apartment, but once he was at the door he put on his best smile and braced himself to pretend that everything was okay.
"He is the fucking worst!" A scream was heard as soon as he walked inside the apartment and he stilled for a moment to not make a single sound.
The scream came from the main bedroom, and it sounded pained and angry and the voice was too hoarse like the screaming had been going on for a while already.
Kirishima froze in the entry and didn't dare to make any sound that could give away his arrival to the owner of the place. He closed the door behind him slowly and kept listening to know who Bakugou was talking about, even though he had a very good idea already.
He was on the verge of having a panic attack. He was wondering how Bakugou had found out about his feelings and hidden intentions with his wild proposal.
"No, we didn't say we were dating or anything, but I expected him to at least still be here in the fucking morning!" A second scream was heard and this time he could tell he was on the phone with someone if the silence between each sentence meant anything. "I'm such a fucking idiot!"
Once Kirishima heard a sniffle, he wanted to run into the room to comfort the boy, but he was still frozen in the living room as he still wasn't sure if Bakugou would even want to see him at the moment. If he was in fact talking about him.
“It’s obvious that this only goes one way”, the redhead deflated at hearing that which was probably the closest he would get to a rejection. “I know because he fucking sneaked out this morning!”
Now that was… confusing.
Kirishima wanted to dwell on why exactly that showed he was in love with Bakugo, but mostly he was mortified by the fact the blond perceived what happened this morning as him sneaking out. Technically it had been, but only to go get some breakfast.
"No, last night wasn't bad. It was..." there was a moment where Bakugou stopped to find the right word, "wonderful."
Then Bakugou giggled and everything stopped.
Butterflies began a riot inside Kirishima, and he felt a tingling sensation in all his limbs, urging him to move again.
"I'm not telling you shit! Just know that he was fucking good... literally." The statement was followed by a fit of laughs that made Kirishima blush.
"No, I don't regret it", he answered to whoever was on the other side of the line. "I fucking know I shouldn't be friends with him after last night, but like hell would I cut him off!"
Kirishima began walking towards the bedroom door, determined to give a thousand reasons why Bakugou should stop listening to whichever traitor was telling him to leave him. Just before he could grab the doorknob, though, Bakugou spoke again.
"I don't care I'm miserable right know, because my life without Kirishima would be a million fucking times worse. I can handle the pain of loving him in secret, but it will kill me if I never get to see his stupid face again...” another moment of silence that felt like it weighted a million pounds. “I love him.”
Kirishima’s world flipped at that moment as what he assumed impossible became possible in the blink of an eye.
He didn’t bother to wait any longer or to announce himself before rushing into Bakugou’s bedroom with the paper bag still in his hand.
“Do you love me?” he demanded.
Bakugou paled and he stayed motionless on his place over the bed, the cellphone still pressed against his ear. He was sitting in the border of the bed with a blanket over his lap.
“What are you doing here?” the blond asked with a weak nervous voice. He slowly pulled his cellphone down and hung up.
“I went to get some breakfast”, Kirishima lifted his hand to show off the paper bag, but he lowered it quickly as he continued to look seriously at the boy. “Did you mean what you just say?”
“I—uh… What do you… No—I…” Bakugou stuttered and for the first time since he knew the boy, he looked truly afraid. “I don’t know wha—what you heard, but I…”
Kirishima walked up to the bed until he was right in front of him. He dropped the paper bag on the way, breakfast be damned, and he grabbed Bakugou’s shoulders.
“Do you love me?” He asked again, looking straight into the blond’s eyes.
“Fuck off! I…” he tried to look away, but Kirishima grabbed him by the chin and made sure he would look at him in the eye.
“Bakugou”, he spoke low yet clear, “do you love me?”
Bakugou swallowed hard but after one deep breath he hardened his eyes, getting the same look he had before a battle.
“I do. Does that fucking bother you?” the blond asked with challenge in his eyes.
Kirishima leaned in and kissed Bakugou’s lips with urgency and desire, holding his face like he was afraid the other would banish if he let go. They kissed until Kirishima pulled away to find the blond panting and looking bewildered by what had just happened.
“The person I love just said his life would be miserable without me”, he spoke softly while he stroked his cheek gently. “I feel wonderful.”
Bakugou’s cheeks heated up and he frowned at him offended. “You were fucking eavesdropping!”
Kirishima rolled his eyes completely amused that the blond was ready to fight him, but he wouldn’t let him. He pressed another deep kiss against his lips and this time he pushed lightly forward to make the blond lean against the bed.
“I love you. I’m sorry I snuck out this morning”, he apologized just as he stroked the tear stain under angry eyes.
“You better not fucking leave without saying anything to me next time!” He demanded with a little pout that was barely noticeable for anyone who wasn’t as used to his micro expressions as Kirishima was.
“Already thinking of a next time?” He said with a grin.
“You’re such an idiot”, Bakugou rolled his eyes before pulling the boy from his neck to kiss him again. He was in fact thinking of a lifetime already.
But so was Kirishima.