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"Eijirou," Bakugo said, coming into Kirishima's dorm, tossing his bag on the floor, and making his way towards his boyfriend. "I'm back."
"Hi, baby," The redhead picked his head up from his book, forgetting about studying once the blonde entered the room. "How was seeing your folks?"
The blonde only shrugged, slipping in his boyfriend's lap and curling up into his chest. Kirishima gave a soft chuckle, instinctively gripping the blonde's hip with one hand, and gently rubbing little circles in the small of his back with the other.
"Did you eat?"
He shook his head.
"Let's go down to the kitchen and feed you, love. I know you haven't eaten today." The redhead chuckled a suggestion. He wanted to ask more about the visit but figured he wouldn't get much unless he offered incentive.
"I don't want to." The blonde grumbled, burying himself deeper into Kirishima's chest, arms wrapped loosely hung over the redhead's shoulders.
"I'll make you curry?~"
Bakugo seemed to perk up at the offer, still not moving his head, giving a long hum in response. "Tempting, but not good enough."
"Oh?" Kirishima raised a brow, smirking wickedly. "It's not, huh?"
Before a response could be made, strong, long fingers slipped into Bakugo's boxers without hesitation, taking the bubbly swell of his ass in those hands, roughly groping both cheeks, earning a gasp from the boy in his lap.
"How bout now?" The red head grinned, cheekily.
Bakugo all but moaned as his boyfriend massaged the globes of his ass, feel his fingers rub over his entrance, teasingly, every so often.
"I think you like my ass too much." He said with absolutely no bite, almost melting in his palms.
Kirishima only chuckled in response," Can you blame me? Your ass is fucking perfect."
"Oh really?" Bakugo asked, sarcastically. "It's not like I haven't noticed you staring at it since school started or anything."
"Any fat you have on you is in your ass, I can indeed confirm." Kirishima remarked, jokingly, earning a light smack and eyeroll from the boy in his lap.
"Don't even judge me, Mr. Collarbone fetish."
The blonde shrugged, "What can I say? They're biteable. But I don't really have a favorite on you. It's too hard to choose."
That caused Kirishima to raised a brow," What do you mean?"
Bakugo pulled out of the embrace, adjusted his position on the redhead's lap, and placing his hands behind him on his boyfriend's knees. "Well, for starters, your lap is my favorite seat in the house. Your thighs were practically built for me to sit here."
Kirishima scoffed.
Bakugo straightened up a bit, bringing his hands to his boyfriend's waistband, before leaning into the redhead's ear, speaking low and seductive. " Just like how this rock, hard monster in your pants is built to fuck me til I can't walk."
He didn't even need to hear the hitch in his boyfriend's breath to know he was already effected by this as his hands left the waistband of his jeans and slowly found their way up Kirishima's shirt, feeling his abs under his palms. " I love watching these flex as you fuck me."
Bakugo blindly let his hands roam over his boyfriend's stomach, his thumb slipping over his belly button then tracing the lines of his "V" at his hips, there was nothing he didn't find sexy as hell about the boy he was sitting on.
Kirishima bit his lip and choked back a moan at Bakugo's words and suggestive touches. The blonde knew every way to completely take him apart and put him back together again and it was dangerous.
"Can I take off your shirt?"
Kirishima nodded all too eagerly, sitting up as the blonde pulled his shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor. Once the article of clothing was gone, Bakugo gingerly took his boyfriend's hands, intertwining their fingers, and kissing his knuckles.
"This is almost as natural to me as breathing," he said, squeezing his hands to effusive his point. "I love how strong your hands are; like you could hold the world in your palm without breaking a sweat."
Letting go of his hands, Bakugo smoothed his hands up the redhead's arms, ghosting over every muscle before plants soft kiss on his bicep, and gently nipping at the skin. "In your arms is where I feel the safest... I feel like I belong there; like home."
Leaning back up, the blonde kissed Kirishima's collarbones and lightly grazed his teeth over his neck before sitting up straight, gazing into his lover's eyes, fighting back a grin at the blissed out, dopey expression on his face. He lovingly cupped his jaw in his palms, laying another kiss on his scar on his eyebrow before continuing.
"I know we haven't even been dating a year, and this could jinx us, but this is the face of the man I could see myself with forever." Bakugo paused, letting the red register what he had just said. When he saw his eyes widen and tears collect in the corners, he took a breath and continued. " I've never felt about someone how I feel about you. I don't want to speak to soon, but I find it hard to believe I could love someone stronger than I love you. This face with a jawline that could cut a man, infectious smile, this goddamn sexy scar that I go weak in the knees for, and these gorgeous eyes that look at me like I put the sun in the sky and shine brighter than it; this is the face of the man I could see waking up to every morning and spending the rest of my life with."
Before he lost his nerve, Bakugo gave another kiss to his forehead, before leaning down to his chest, bring his hands down to his pecks, and puts his head over his heart. "This is where your love for me is held... God, how someone like you fell in love with me I'll never know. You're selfish, protective, passionate- You're so beautiful, Eijirou; you have the biggest heart of anyone I know and so much love to give... and you give it to me."
Bakugo sat, tracing his initials in his lover's chest, inhaling his copper-like yet soapy and detergent scent. "I guess that's kind of a long way of saying I love everything about you and that's why I can't pick a favorite."
Kirishima didn't even know what to say. He could feel the tears of joy and emotions trail down his cheeks, his heart clenching so hard in his chest it almost hurt, and a reminding and sobering perspective of how the boy in his arm felt about him. He knew what he said next was something he's been wanting to say for a while, but never found a perfect time. Even if this still wasn't a perfect time, he couldn't keep his mouth shut anymore.
"Katsuki, I want us to get married after we graduate."
Now, it was Bakugo's turn to be awestruck. He picked his head up and scanned Kirishima's face for any detection of joking matters or doubt.
He found none.
"W-What?"
"You and me," the red head began, taking Bakugo's hand and holding it to his chest, speaking from the heart. "I've had this thought for a while and I've been trying to find a perfect time but I... I'm still purposing properly. You deserve the best ring there is. But for now, I wanna make a promise to you, to never leave your side, and hold you in my heart forever."
Bakugo kissed him, and kissed him hard. Sure, their make out sessions were always intense, but this was different. It was like they fell completely in love all over again; like they were kissing for the first time again. And they could both tell it wouldn't be the last time they felt like this either.
Their lips molded and clashed together aggressive but passionately. Bakugo's fingers curled in Kirishima'a hair and you would've had to take a crowbar to the redhead's fingers to pry them off of his boyfriend's hips.
"Yes!" Bakugo panted between kisses. "Of FUCKING course, yes!" He could also feel a familiar sting and moisture to his eyes. "I want to be your husband."
"I have something for you." Kirishima paused the kissing, lips red and a bit swollen. Taking one had off his boyfriend's hip, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small box, placing it in Bakugo's hands. "It's something little for now."
The blonde raised a brow but didn't question him. He stared down at the box in his hand, opening it up and gasped at the ring inside.
It was lovely. It was a gunmetal silver, kind of like his necklace, jeweled with tiny rubies around most of the band. It was perfect.
Bakugo pulled it out of the box before Kirishima took it from his hand, after letting him look at it, and slipped it on his finger.
"D-Do you like it?"
Not even needing to answer, Bakugo couldn't help the pull on his cheeks from smiling too hard, watching how the ring twisted around on his finger as he played with it, finally noticing the "E. K." Engraved on the back of it.
God, He was perfect.
"Katsuki Kirishima... How does that sound, daddy?"
The red head could've died a happy man at any point just now. But not before giving his soon to be fiancé another loving kiss.
"Perfect, baby... Just perfect."