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KIrishima’s jaw dropped when he received the message. Was that…was that Bakugou’s cum ??? From his video???
Bakubro: You better fucking say something too asshole
Oh, shit. He’d been so busy drooling over Bakugou’s cum-soaked fingers to even respond. But that begged the question: how the fuck does he respond to that???
Me: hi
Me: sorry
Me: i’m here
Me: you just
Me: broke my brain
Me: asdhaosienf
Bakubro: Well you broke mine first
Bakubro: Fuck
Bakubro: Keeping that shit from me
Kirishima swallowed hard. This was uncharted territory he did not know how to navigate.
Me: sorry ig?
Me: didn’t know u were interested
Bakubro: Course I’m fucking interested
Bakubro: Even more now
Kirishima squealed. In a very manly way, of course. And speaking of manly things, communication was important. He still had questions.
Me: what kind of interested?
Bakubro: What kind of fucking question is that??
Bakubro: I just jizzed all over myself watching you jerk your horse cock!!!
Bakubro: What do you think???
He stared blankly at his phone, butterflies going on an international migration all across his guts. He was a little taken aback by ‘horse cock,’ but it obviously couldn’t have been an insult based on the fact that he’d cum from watching him.
This was absolutely not how he expected this to go at all . But fuck it. He had to ask what this meant for them.
Me: i mean…i’m flattered. obviously.
Me: but like is this just a fwb thing for you?
Me: because i dont think i can do that tbh
Bakubro: ARE YOU SERIOUS RN???
Bakubro: YOU THINK I’D LET ANYONE ELSE NEAR YOU LIKE THIS??
Bakubro: FUCK THAT SHITTY HAIR
Bakubro: YOUR ASS IS MINE
He gaped at his phone. Bakugou was possessive…of him…holy shit. Why was that so hot ???
Me: really??? :D
Me: can i come over?
Me: so we can talk or whatever?
Bakubro: No
Bakubro: I just came my brains out. I’m going the fuck to sleep.
Bakubro: I ain’t upset so don’t freak. We’ll talk tomorrow.
Kirishima was a little disappointed but grateful Bakugou predicted he would’ve panicked without the clarification. They could figure out details or labels or whatever when Bakugou could think straight. Although Kirishima was absolutely /preening/ because he’d been the cause of his exhaustion.
Me: okay then :3
Me: sleep well! <3
Bakubro: Night
Kirishima had had to succumb to his urge to get off to the photo Bakugou had sent him in order to sleep. The best part though? He didn’t have to feel bad about it this time. He had slept in until 10 the following day as he was wont to do on Saturdays if he wasn’t interrupted. So he was feeling thoroughly refreshed when he rolled over to check his phone.
One notification lit up on his lockscreen: a text from Bakugou. He opened it right away and found there was an attachment. His heart rate picked up immediately.
Bakubro: Figured I would return the favor.
[VIDEO]
Kirishima bolted upright in his bed. From what he could tell from the still image he’d expanded before pressing play, Bakugou was holding his phone in his left hand as he filmed himself from the waist down. While Kirishima mourned being able to see his face, the first person POV was doing things for him. Like if Bakugou was seated in between Kirishima’s spread legs, this is what he’d be able to see. The idea had lodged itself in his brain, so Kirishima pushed himself up to sit at the head of his bed like Bakugou was and spread his legs wide enough that if the blonde were there, he’d fit between them. Now that he was settled, he looked back at his phone.
Bakugou was shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of black briefs that fit snugly around his toned thighs. The trail of dark blonde hair on his lower stomach led Kirishima’s eyes like a fucking treasure map to his half-hard cock trapped behind his underwear.
“Shit,” he whispered to himself before pressing play. This was going to be life-changing, he could already tell.
The video started as Bakugou seemed to get himself situated, presumably propped up against the head of his bed. Then the camera view flipped and showed Bakugou’s smirking face.
“Hope you’re ready, Ei. This is for you.”
Kirishima immediately paused the video and set his phone so he could scrub his hands over his face. “Holy fucking shit.” He was gonna die. It hadn’t even started and he was already going into cardiac arrest. He audibly exhaled, adjusted his rapidly-filling dick, and restarted the video.
Bakugou flipped the camera back down to the length of his body and cupped his erection through his underwear, humming in satisfaction. And what Kirishima wouldn’t give to be the one to do that. But of course Bakugou would be the type to draw the reveal out. He felt up his length, his balls, his inner thighs. Determined to destroy Kirishima’s soul, he even traced his hand up to his chest, gripping and jiggling a full pec. Perhaps his ogling of Bakugou’s chest hadn’t been missed.
Kirishima was absolutely squirming in anticipation.
Those deadly, tantalizing fingers traveled back down his core before teasing with the waistband of his briefs. He’d run his index finger under the elastic, revealing sharp hip bones that Kirishima would give anything to mark up. He even snapped the band a couple of times, leaving fleeting red lines on his skin.
By the time Bakugou actually stuck his hand in his underwear, Kirishima was fucking foaming at the mouth and desperate to rip the offending garment off with his teeth. He wanted to cum at the same time as Bakugou, but this was so filthy already, it wouldn’t take him long at all to finish. He resolved to not touch himself until he could tell Bakugou was about to bust.
Bakugou was drawing this out though, to the chagrin of Kirishima’s sanity. So sure, he’d stuck his hand in there and given himself a couple of tugs, but the fucking fabric was still concealing Kirishima’s prize. All he’d gotten was a flash of trimmed pubes and maybe a centimeter of actual cock.
Thankfully Bakugou seemed to have also gotten impatient. So he finally pulled the fabric down and tucked it up under his balls. Kirishima groaned. Bakugou wasn’t fully hard yet but his dick still laid flat up against his abs when he got his briefs down where he wanted them. And gods, he was gorgeous. Of course he was. His pale skin darkened to a deep pink at the tip which was still mostly hidden behind his foreskin. Thick veins lined the sides and underside of his cock that Kirishima desperately wanted to trace with his tongue.
Bakugou dipped his finger into his foreskin and circled around his glans to tease himself into full hardness, lightly panting as he went. When he pulled his finger free, he touched it to the tip to play with the pre that had started to leak out.
“Look how wet I am, Eiji,” Bakugou rasped as he toyed with a strand of pre with his finger. And that was what broke Kirishima’s attempt to not touch himself until Bakugou was close. He couldn’t help it anymore. His own cock was begging for attention. He paused the video just long enough to hastily strip out of his boxers.
When he resumed it, the blonde teased his slit with his finger for a few more seconds before his shaft jumped from lack of stimulation. Kirishima felt his own do likewise in his fingers. This was gonna be over ridiculously fast. But who could blame him? He’d never done anything like this before, let alone with the man he was head over heels for. Bakugou was just too sexy for Kirishima’s body to handle.
When he took himself in hand, Bakugou hissed and tightened his grip. Kirishima’s eyes couldn’t decide whether or not to focus first on the muscles and tendons flexing in Bakugou’s hand or how the agonizingly slow stroke he took milked a new drop of pre.
Almost as if his mind was linked to the blonde in the video, they both groaned simultaneously when Bakugou began stroking himself faster. Kirishima did his best to match his pace, hoping he could last just as long. All the little sounds escaping Bakugou’s lips, however, were doing a number on Kirishima’s control. He practically lost it all together when a glob of spit dropped from Bakugou’s unseen lips onto his dick as he picked up speed further. Kirishima had to grip himself hard to stave off his orgasm.
Meanwhile, the reduced friction made the schlick, schlick, schlick coming from the video even more obscene.
Kirishima wasn’t gonna make it.
Bakugou’s hips started to jump of their own fruition, so he did his best to divest himself of his briefs as fast as possible with one hand. He contracted his abs and thighs to lift his hips up and drag them down with his free hand. Thankfully the pause in his ministrations brought Kirishima back from the brink.
Or so he thought.
Bakugou lewdly spat onto his cock again, this time planting his feet flat on the bed so he could fuck up into his tight fist.
“ Shit , that’s it. God that feels good,” Bakugou whispered. “But it’d feel so much better if I was fucking your ass though, Red.”
And that was it. That was his breaking point.
Kirishima came with a shout, totally blindsided by Bakugou’s dirty talk.
But the video hadn’t stopped of course, so he panted and stroked himself through as he watched Bakugou’s thighs start to quiver and his abs contract.
“Fuck, Ei,” Bakugou whimpered before he stroked himself mercilessly to completion, ropes of white painting his torso. The sound of his name on Bakugou’s voice made Kirishima’s softening cock kick one last time, another spurt of cum leaking out over his fist.
He sat there a moment as he got his heart rate and breathing back under control. The title of best orgasm had officially been recrowned.
Considering Bakugou had already seen his dick, Kirishima had no qualms of taking a picture of himself to share. Certainly Bakugou wouldn’t mind.
Me: Ditto ;)
[IMAGE]
Kirishima grabbed some tissues and wiped up his mess before throwing on some sweats and a t-shirt to wander downstairs and forage for something to eat. He went to pocket his phone and saw Bakugou had responded.
Bakubro: About time you woke up, big boy
Bakubro: Good morning
“Oh my god,” Kirishima groaned.
Me: lkahsdf;oaisd
Me: u can’t just say thattttt
Bakubro: Say what?
Bakubro: Big boy ;)
Me: kdlageoirrgersl
Me: yeah thattttt
Bakubro: Jokes aside
Bakubro: You wanna get food? So we can talk or whatever
Me: like on a date? :D
Bakubro: Dumbass
Bakubro: Obviously
Kirishima squealed again. This was really happening! He was going on a date with Bakugou!!! Dreams really do come true.
Me: :D :D :D :D
Me: YES!
Me: can i shower first?
Bakubro: Yeah, but don’t leave me waiting too long.
Me: i promise i’ll hurry!
Me: i’ll text you when i’m ready <3
Bakubro: No crocs
Me: D:
Me: fiiiiiiiiine
Me: only cuz youre cute :3
Bakubro: You’re the cute one, fucker
Bakubro: Now go get ready
Me: alksd;osdiaf
Me: 🥺🥺🥺 tysm!!! i’m going now byeeee <3
Kirishima grabbed his pillow off his bed and screamed into it. Life was fucking wild. He grabbed his shower supplies and made his way to the showers as fast as possible.
This was gonna be the best date ever!!!