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Bakugo always had trouble making friends. He was an asshole and he knew that, but it also wasn't his fault that everyone else was dumb as fuck. The fact that he was a pre teen didn't help his bad temper, and puberty was right around the corner so yeah he was being more of a fucker than usual this last year.

He was bad at making real life friends and meeting new people. Okay not just in real life, he was bad at making friends. Period.

Then he watched Banana Fish and half an episode in he was hooked, and by the time he finished the season he was in tears and became a part of the fandom - and fuck that ending, how dare they kill Ash?

He needed to riot.

That's where Twitter came in.

He found others like him, that wanted Ash to be alive and happy in Japan with his boyfriend. He joined groups and started talking to new people and maybe making new friends.

And that's how he met R3dRiot8R.

They got along at first, then they were talking everyday about everything. It honestly shocked them both when  they realized that after weeks they only knew each other by their user and didn't even knew their age.

Kirishima Eijirou felt like a predator for befriending Bakugo. Katsuki had barely turned 13 and Eijirou was 25.

But Katsuki was no loser. They were friends so he'd be damned if he'd let Kirishima stay away.

He didn't lose ‘cause he was awesome, of course, and they kept with their unlikely friendship.

Mitsuki freaked out when she found out, and made Katsuki set up a meeting where she'd show up unannounced and kill the pedo.

She didn't kill the pedo. She made Eijirou cry with half a minute of screaming and cursing, then realized he was just a huge teddy bear. Their friendship now had his parents blessing. It was hard to think anything ill could come from a grown man who cried with only half a minute of screaming and cursing, even if Mitsuki was the one doing it. Still, Bakugo's parents chapperoned the first times they met or Kirishima visited just to be sure.

And maybe Mitsuki ended up unintentionally making Kirishima cry a couple more times before she felt safe enough to let Bakugo go to his friends house, but they got there eventually.

Bakugo felt lucky for the first time.

He actually made a good friend who cared for him, didn't treat him as a child even though he was young and there was a sizeable age difference between them, and who happened to live in the same city as him.

It was lucky, right?

Well... Not so much.

Not when you start liking said best friend.

Obviously, it started slow.

Bakugo was too busy dealing with the raging hormones of puberty to actually fight it until it was too late.

They were at Kirishima's to binge watch Star Wars when Kirishima called for him.

Eijirou's dripping wet torso was the first thing Katsuki saw. His hair was also wet and down, and his skin flushed.

The visions messed with something inside Katsuki's gut.

"Hey man, I forgot to get my towel. Can you grab it in my room, please?"

Sure, he grabbed, he took it to Eijirou, and he tried to take a peek at his best friend's down under.

Why, you ask?

Who knows? Bakugo sure didn't.

Could he explain the boner he popped the moment he saw the strong, broad, tanned, unbreakable, wet, delicious torso that was part of his very much taller than him best friend?

Sure he could.

Puberty.

That was it.

Nothing more.

Sure his friend was built. Eijirou was ten years older than him and a gym addict since he was sixteen. He had time to grow muscle, and the grow spur he went through at seventeen was pure genetics.

So of course his 20's something best friend had an interesting physique.

And it was not Bakugo's fault his brain conjured that image up days later when he finally decided to deal with his morning wood.

Katsuki had given up on trying to get off weeks ago when thinking about girls and boobies proved unaffective.

Yes, he was probably the only teenager on earth who had never been successful at jerking off, but he wasn't wired the way those extras were.

That is, until you threw a half naked Eijirou in the mix.

Then he managed to finish under five minutes, eyes crossing, mind blacking out, toes curling and having to bite at his pillow to cover a scream.

Katsuki figured very quickly after that that he was gay.

Very gay.

But not for anyone. No.

Because 'why would he look at anyone else when he had Eijirou right there?'

He tried.

He thought Shouto was cute, so he tried imagining him naked. Fucking Deku was kind of endearing, so why not?

But every time.

Every goddamn time.

Everyone would turn into Eijirou and only then would he find any relief.

He panicked, even if just a little bit.

It was normal having a crush on your friend, especially one as good looking as Kirishima Eijirou and his shitty hair. But he was still his only friend.

Kat couldn't let that happen, couldn't ruin his only true friendship.

That was ruined anyway the day Kirishima brought in a fucking boyfriend, and Katsuki felt the deep. bottomless. pit of jealousy in his chest.

He wasn't dumb.

He knew Eijirou and Denki had an ongoing thing, they even discussed their friends with benefits thing more than once for Eijirou's sake.

Katsuki just never thought it be anymore than that, and when Eijirou came by asking if his boyfriend could join them for movie night, his heart shattered.

Eijirou was his.

Except he wasn't, and he knew that.

So here he was, fifteen and dying of an impossible love.

Katsuki got through it.

Well, not really, but he knew he and Eijirou were friends and that their friendship was more important than his one sided romantic feelings.

So he buried his love and the pang he felt everytime Eijirou and Denki kissed deep in his soul.

He got involved with Shouto with time. Their friendship grew stronger and feelings emerged.

They weren't as visceral as the ones hidden in that forgotten box inside his heart, but Katsuki cared for his boyfriend deeply.

Katsuki and Shouto had their first kiss together, their first time together, and lots of happy moments. They were happy, so why did hope blossomed in his chest when Eijirou and Denki broke up, and why was it trampled when they kept being friends?

He was afraid they'd get back, he knew. And Eijirou never seemed to feel anything other than friendship for him, so, although the urge was there, he didn't break up with his long term boyfriend.

It devastated him once more when, months later, Eijirou was back at dating, Denki now as his wingman.

They could go to bars, have grown up fun, drive around and do things Katsuki couldn't do with them.

Eijirou was his, but Eijirou wasn't meant to be his.

Turning 18 and being able to see these kind of things was a game changer. He saw a side of Eijirou he seldom saw.

Eijirou didn't like drinking around him, 'trying to be a responsible adult', as he used to say. Although Katsuki had his first drinks with Eijirou too, 'better with someone to show you and teach you how to drink than just learn with a bunch of teenagers and end up in the hospital', the redhead used to also say.

So when Katsuki, Eijirou, Shoto, Denki, Deku and some of his classmates went to a bar to commemorate his drinking freedom, he already knew he was more of a vodka, tequila, and red wine kind of man.

Katsuki almost kissed Eijirou that night, saved only by Deku before anyone could see him crowding Eijirou in the corner, the boy being the only person who knew of his feelings.

He knew he still had feelings for his best friend, Katsuki just thought he'd learned to live with them.

He didn't, apparently.

They never spoke of it. Clearly Eijirou thought Katsuki had one too many drinks and that was that.

For Bakugo though, the smoldering embers of his desire were set ablaze once again, all consuming.

He got wasted a bunch of other times, but made sure to never be alone with Kirishima ever again. He wasn't sure he'd be able to keep himself in check.

It weighted on his relationship with Shouto.

The avalanche of feelings unleashed inside him overthrew all he felt for everyone else.

Katsuki still loved Shouto, except not nearly as much as he loved Eijirou, and his boyfriend didn't deserve only half of him, not after everything they went through.

His and Todoroki's relationship didn't make past their first year of college.

It was no ones fault. Katsuki was too confused, dealing with too many unresolved feelings. Eijirou didn't make him love him, and Shouto got caught in the mess.

So they broke up. It wasn't a nice break up, but it could've been worse.

Katsuki knew his boyfriend enough to know that nothing would be acceptable except for the truth, so he told him enough to make sense but not to hurt him.

They didn't speak for months.

But Katsuki was no loser. They were friends so he'd be damned if he'd let Shouto stay away.

He didn't lose, of course. He always won. And eventually they got to talk again and got on good terms.

Shouto understood why their relationship ended and that Katsuki didn't mean to hurt him or to be dealing with his teenage one sided love after all theses years.

Bakugo was set on finding himself and getting over Eijirou.

They were friends. Nothing else.

And then something happened.

Something always happens.

There's always a spark that ignites a fire.

The quiet flutter of a butterfly's wings that causes a hurricane.

The drop of a pin that starts a chain of events.

Eijirou called him pretty.

Yeah okay, technically, nothing earth shattering, and Kirishima had said he was good looking before, what changed here was the 'how'.

Eijirou was in his 30's already, and it was rare of him to get hammered nowadays, but he had a bad day at work, it was a Friday night, Katsuki didn't have classes and was available to accompany him and serve as the designated driver.

Which meant no drinking.

The redhead had his fill and more, they talked, Kirishima vented, they paid up and went back to Eijirou's apartment.

His parents lived in the countryside, so he had a small apartment all by himself. Normally, when they went out, they'd pass out there and Katsuki only went back home the following morning.

His parents didn't mind borrowing him the car or letting him stay at Kirishima's, as long as it was at Kirishima's, someone they knew and trusted.

At least they knew their son was safe and wouldn't be woken up in the middle of the night with the garage door or his drunk ass tripping on the stairs and making a shit ton of noise.

Eijirou kept muttering something on the way back, and everytime Katsuki asked what the fuck he was on about, he'd keep quiet for a few minutes then go back to muttering.

Bakugo got him safely on the elevator and inside the apartment.

When the blond deposited him in his bed, he finally decided to voice his thoughts.

"Why can't I find a boyfriend like you, Kitty Kat?"

Excuse me what actual Fuck??

"The hell you talking about, shitty hair?", he tried to keep his voice even.

"Well it's, it's, it's just- fuuuck,", Eijirou slurred, dropping his arms in defeat, his head and an elbow stuck in his shirt.

He was pouting , for fucks sake.

"- it's just that you're so smart, and funny, and manly", then he looked at Katsuki, slightly dilated pupils and misty eyes, that stupid bright smile, and fuck he was looking at Katsuki as if he was a piece of art and was it normal for a heart to skip a beat like this?, "And you're so pretty , Bakugo. You're just so pretty. I wish I'd find a boyfriend like you"

Shit.

How's Bakugo supposed to get over this, now?

"Ei, why th-"

Eijirou continued as if he hadn't spoken, slowly maneuvering his trapped head out of that too tight t shirt, "Although sometimes you're really rude to people. Like, not your normal rude, rude rude, you know? I'd have to spank you for being that rude"

Excuse me.... WHAT?

Bakugo's brain short-circuited.

He didn't say it with any malice. Eijirou was just stating a fact of what he'd do to his boyfriend if he was rude while being the epitome of cutie. Pouting like a child and unstucking his, low voice slightly slurred with a bratty undertone.

Shit.

How's Bakugo supposed to get over this????

Begging forgiveness to all of the gods, he leaned in and kissed Eijirou.

And Eijirou kissed him back.

It was a kiss meant to test the waters. Just their lips together and a more intimate proximity.

And damn , how right that felt.

Vodka lingered on Eijirou's lips and Katsuki couldn't help suckling on his bottom lip, teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

The moan Kirishima let out would forever be engraved on Katsuki's brain, but it was so sudden and surprised that he shot back, two steps away from the man.

They just stared at each other. Eijirou's eyes were half lidded and he had a small, satisfied twist on his mouth.

Bakugo took so long to say anything that Eijirou laid back and fell asleep, clothed legs dangling out of the bed and red hair splayed out like a fiery halo.

Bakugo calmly made his way back to the living room, sat on the couch, and used all of his willpower not to scream.

Maybe he had a chance.

Shit, he did have a chance.

Kirishima didn't need someone like him when he himself was right there .

But his friend was drunk and this is a subject that should be discussed while sober.

Katsuki wasn't gonna let this go, though.

And he really didn't, so imagine his anger when Eijirou pretended not to remember anything after leaving the bar.

Katsuki knew he was lying, his friend was a terrible liar, but it's not like he didn't understand why Kirishima was lying.

Much like himself, Kirishima was thinking about their friendship and how hooking up would affect it. Except Katsuki had those thoughts years ago while Eijirou was just about to go through his crisis.

Bakugo didn't outright ask him if he remembered they kissed. He learned to have some tatic while growing up, so he just made conversation wondering if Eijirou remembered coming home and what they talked about.

His friend pretended he didn't.

Both pretended it didn't happen, but being so close to Eijirou everyday fed his love and desire even though he fought it.

Neither dated anyone on the following years. Katsuki focused on college and Kirishima never found anyone to get serious with.

Saying Katsuki was happy about it is an understatement.

He also cursed his demissexual ass for not being able to have one night stands to take the edge off, while Kirishima still went on dates, even if it never worked out.

At least Kirishima was having some, because Katsuki could only get off with images of his best friend dancing around on his brain.

Complete disaster, right?

Except the spark had already ignited a fire.

The quiet flutter of a butterfly's wings had already birthed a hurricane.

And the drop of a pin had already started a chain of events.

After some excruciating years, Bakugo finally finished bioengineering and they went to a bar to celebrate everybodies graduation.

By then, Shouto and Deku were already together. Denki brought along his boyfriends, Hitoshi and Tetsutetsu and pretty much everyone else were paired up.

They were all in one of the big tables in the back, platters full of fries for everyone to share sitting atop it beside glasses and bottles of beer.

Katsuki saw their friends having fun from a distance as he waited for the bartender to serve his drinks. The establishment was too full for the waiters to handle taking everybody's orders, so Katsuki decided to go get them himself.

He waved annoyed at Eijirou, indicating that their drinks weren't ready yet, and turned back to the bar.

Just a couple of minutes later, someone nudged his back. His outraged shout died in his throat.

"Hey, blasty!"

"Baldy? The fuck you doing here?"

"Come on, man, it's Inasa"

"It's whatever the fuck I want, Baldy", they had to raised their voice slightly to be able to hear each other over the noise of people talking.

"Yeah, okay, whatever. How are things?" and without waiting for a permission that wouldn't come, he smashed Bakugou in a suffocating hug

"Oy, man, you know I don't like hugs, let me the fuck go!", but he didn't really fight it either.

Inasa was a couple of years older than him, and they met through a professor, since they were studying the same thing.

Their friendship was... Odd. Not quite a friendship, and more of a partnership. Inasa would help him study some of his most difficult subjects and they ended up growing closer.

His friends used to tell him Inasa was into him, and he thought they were crazy.

Still, he could acknowledge that Inasa was good looking, and, also that he was slightly interested in his senior. He was smart, treated Katsuki with respect, funny, and with a loud compelling presence.

The man was taller than even Kirishima, so it was hard to miss him.

Katsuki himself grew taller with age, coming close to Eijirou, but he felt small next to Inasa.

His presence was energetic and soothing at the same time, and Bakugo liked being around him, but he had moved away after college and they haven't seen each other since.

"You didn't tell me you were coming to town, asshole!", Bakugo patted his strong shoulder in a friendly manner.

"Just got here, actually. Last minute trip to see my parents. I was gonna call you tomorrow so we could meet"

Conveniently, the bartender showed up with all the drinks he ordered, and a quick look made him realised he couldn't possibly take everything with him at once.

"Baldy, help me out! Take some drinks and come with me"

When Inasa moved, he couldn't help but notice the strange look Eijirou had on, watching them with an angry frown.

The two groups got together, and he spent a great portion of the night catching up with Inasa.

Bakugo was seated next to Kirishima, and Inasa was right across the table from him, his huge torso taking too much space.

They laughed like they hadn't in quite a while, slightly apart from the rest of the group so they could chat and laugh at inside jokes.

Inasa told him how things were going at his new job and life on the other side of the state, and they snickered and bickered as they used to in college

Katsuki was trying really hard to keep up with the subjects, but it was difficult when Eijirou's hand rest rested on his thigh.

At some point of the night, when Bakugo was openly laughing and snorting - thoroughly shocking all of his friends - at something Inasa said, Kirishima almost slipped from his stool and placed a hand on Katsuki's thigh to steady himself.

And kept it there.

Obviously, Katsuki found it odd, but he wasn't about to complain, right?

Eijirou's hands were hot on his thigh, his body temperature always spiked when he drank, and all that hotness was going straight to where? You guessed that right, Katsuki's dick.

So it became hard for him to focus entirely on Inasa when he was hard for the guy right beside him.

One of Inasa's friends called for him, asking his help to take the drinks again.

Katsuki barely had time to reach for his drink as Inasa left before a voice made him shudder.

"Who is he, Kat?", Eijirou whispered in his ear to make sure Katsuki was listening.

"Huh?? I told you about him before, Inasa and I studied together"

"Yeah, you just didn't tell me you liked him. I'm kinda upset you didn't tell me, I'm your friend..."

It was hard to focus with that hot breath on his ear, that plump mouth so close to his skin. "I don't like him, dumbass. We're just friends, and so are we"

"You do realise you keep flirting with him, right? You know, I've never seen you flirt... It's kinda weird"

"I'm weird??? What the fuck!", well, he really didn't flirt with people, they were all boring, but he's not weird. "I'm not flirting with him, let it go"

"Yes, you are, and he likes you too, you know"

Katsuki was getting angry. Can't he just talk with his friend in peace?

His voice got low and dangerous, eye shooting daggers as he stared at his best friend, noses almost touching, "Eijirou, I'm not flirting with him. Maybe you're just too old now to know what flirting really looks like"

And just like that, it was over.

Kirishima's eyes widened in a split second, and his head ticked to the side, shocked.

He'd forgotten.

He'd forgotten that he was ten years older than Katsuki.

And Katsuki was dumb enough to remind him of that.

Eijirou's always been adamant to only flirt and hook up with people his own age, not wanting to take advantage of those younger than him.

He wasn't taking advantage of anyone, but he didn't want to feel like he was manipulating an inexperienced person into being with him.

He quickly took his hand away from Katsuki and straightened his back, putting as much distance as he could between their faces.

That's not what Bakugo wanted.

He wanted to get closer.

He wanted that warmth back.

He wanted that hand all over his body.

His mouth was dry and he was about to protest the distance when Inasa came back, voice high and booming, demanding everybody's attention, and placed the drinks on the table.

Don't ask Bakugo what happened in the following hour. He was pissed, so he took it out on his drink.

He continued his conversation with Inasa, but now he was hyper aware of the redhead beside him acting like Katsuki didn't exist.

Eventually, Eijirou excused himself to go to the restroom and Katsuki followed him with his eyes. When he turned his gaze back, both Mina and Deku were studying him, although Izuku's attention was quickly drawn back to his boyfriend.

Bakugo waited for one whole minute then quietly left the table, making sure the live action version of Fairly Odd Parents didn't see him slip away, and made his way to the restroom.

Deku wouldn't be fast enough this time.

If you asked Bakugo, he never would've done what he did sober. The thing is, he drank more in the last hour than he had the entire night, so his judgment was clouded at best.

He was going to get his kiss even if he had to take it by force.

When the restroom door opened, it was to the sight of a very confused Kirishima. He swayed slightly to the side then scrunched his whole face.

"Kitty Kat? What're yo-"

"Come with me", he said as he pulled Eijirou with him, driving him away from the crowd into a darker corner.

Let it be known that Katsuki was strong. He studied martial arts since he was a kid, so, when he threw his crush at a far away wall, if it were anyone else, they would've hurt their back. Since it was a tank of a man like Kirishima, all it did was make him shoot out a breath.

"Kat, what the hell?"

"Shut up, Ei. I- fuck, I just-", he gripped his and pulled, frantic, trying to rip it from his scalp. What words could he use, what could he do, why did he chase Kirishima without a plan? "You know what, fuck it!"

He kissed Eijirou.

It was nothing like that time they kissed years ago when Eijirou was drunk.

Katsuki was desperate, hungry, angry, he was tired of dealing with this stupid one sided love and he needed to get this out of his system.

So he glued their bodies and mouths as if they were magnets drawn to each other, and used Eijirou's gasp of surprise to look for his tongue with his own.

The redhead took 1.5 seconds to reciprocate.

Kirishima embraced his waist as Bakugo encircled his neck, and he kissed the blond back so fiercely he bent the boy back, and boy was Katsuki in heaven.

He tasted like beer and Bakugo wanted more and more of him, and Kirishima tightened his arms around him.

He wanted to get closer. He wanted Eijirou to crush him with those strong arms. He wante-, shit, he was getting hard again, fuck, fuck, he'd have to stop, he'd have to-

Eijirou bit his lip, drawing blood with those pointed teeth of his and fuck his hard on he couldn't stop!

Their tongues danced desperately, and he wrangled his fingers on Eijirou's hair, pulling at the strands while pulling him in.

Bakugo just wanted his body to touch every inch of Kirishima's, who cares if the redhead can feel how affected his is by a mere kiss.

Except Eijirou sneaked his hands down, cupped his cheeks and pulled him in.

Fuck, he was getting hard too.

They were panting in the kiss, trying to keep their mouths slotted together and breathe at same time, when Eijirou place a thigh between Katsuki's legs, and moved his hips against the hard muscle.

There was no way for Bakugo not to break the kiss as he choked on their spit.

That strangled sound did not come from him, definitely not.

His throat was bared, and Eijirou wasted no time, attacking the sweaty skin with teeth, tongue and lips, while keeping a firm grip on Katsuki's hips, still moving it against his thighs.

Katsuki was defenseless against the onslaught. His hands clutched pathetically at Kirishima's shirt, mouth hanging open and eyes closed.

His whole world was Kirishima.

It was the woodsy scent of his cologne flooding his senses; it was the scorching heat of tanned skin and even hotter mouth; it was the soft locks touching his face; it was the possessive grip on his body and how Kirishima guided him without asking for permission.

Fuck, Bakugo was such a pillow princess. He could stay here for days, just letting Eijirou do what he wanted with him as long as he felt good, as long as Eijirou touched him like this.

A whine escaped his lips when a tongue found its way to his ear.

"Shit, Kat, you look so good like this. Fuck I-, I couldn't bare seeing you with that guy, Kitty, I just couldn't I-" he does up his movements, this time also thrusting his leg up against Katsuki's crotch.

Bakugo full on whined , hands barely maintaining its grip on the fabric.

God, he was feeling so good. He never thought this could actually happen and it's so much better than his fantasies.

Just that leg, a simple fucking leg , was running him so good. How would it feel to actually be fucked by this man?

"Is it good, Kitty? Do you like me making you hump my leg like this? And in public like too?", when had Eijirou's voice dropped to such a low tone? Bakugo whimpered at his words, a full body shiver taking hold. He was leaking all over his underwear and he couldn't care less.

"You do like it, huh?", God who gave him the right? Katsuki wished he could look at Eijirou but his eyelids weren't cooperating and that too familiar coiling in his gut was getting tighter, "You're gonna be my good whore and cum all over my leg?"

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck.

"Do, ahn, do y-you want, want-t me to?", Bakugo managed to ask between labored breaths, because he really was about to cum on his leg.

"Yeah, I do. Want you to cum so hard you'll soak up your pants and mine. Want everyone to see what I made you do, specially that Inasa. He can't have you, Kitten", then Eijirou proceeded to lick the drool that was escaping Katsuki's mouth.

There's only so much a guy can take.

With and embarrassing squeal, Katsuki held Eijirou's jaw and brought this lips together once more, deciding to just give in.

He was stupid, he had no chance to win over Eijirou. With only one word he could turn the blond into a puddle of horny goo.

Katsuki was never getting over his feelings for the man. Not after having a taste of it was like to be with him.

So he just let go. He let his body be taken over by Eijirou.

The kiss, the grinding, it was too much and not enough.

I'm gonna cum, fuck, I'm gonna cum right here, aaah, I'm gonna-!

"OH, HELL NO!"

It would be comical how fast they broke apart if it wasn't for the fact that Deku ruined the best orgasm Katsuki was about have in years.

"Deku, WHAT THE FUCK?", Bakugo was on the opposite wall from Eijirou now, cheeks flushed and mussed hair, seconds away from killing Deku...

And Shouto too, apparently, since the man stood behind his exasperated freckled boyfriend.

Goddamnit, his friend did come after him just like last time but did he need to arrive the fuck now??

"What do you think you're doing, Kacchan!?", his gaze wavered between a very silent Kirishima and a very angry Bakugo.

"The shit you think I'm doing, asshole? Get out, now!"

"Like hell I am!" he moved fast getting into Bakugo's space, Shouto in tow.

"You know how guilty Ei-chan would feel about kissing his best friend, especially you since you're so much younger than him!!", Katsuki tried to pretend he didn't see the way Kirishima winced like he was in physical pain. Deku really was fucking everything up. "But you just had to have him, right? Why didn't you think about him, huh? No, you know what, it's my fault, I knew you'd go after him and I didn't watch you", he turned around to face Eijirou, still speaking too fast, not giving anyone time to respond. "I'm sorry Ei-chan, Kacchan is just drunk, he doesn't know what he's doing, just forget he ever kissed you and you'll both be fine"

Midoryia seemed unaware Eijirou was on the verge of tears, but Katsuki knew his friend all too well. Deku said all the wrong things, all of them.

How Eijirou couldn't stop thinking about how he made out with his much younger best friend, how he took advantage of him. It didn't matter Katsuki started the kiss, he was the adult, he should know better, but he let it happen.

He wore his heart on his face for everyone to see.

Katsuki wanted to start crying. How would he be able to make Eijirou touch him again after all this? With all this guilt spilling out of his features?

Shouto finally decided to do something, grabbing his boyfriend's shoulder to keep him from talking anything more.

"Darling, it's okay, they get it. We should all just go back to everyone"

"What? No! We can't just-", he looked confused between his boyfriend and a shaking Eijirou.

He saw something on Todoroki's face, his own features turning guilty, then looked at Kirishima again, the words he spoke finally settling on his hyperactive brain.

"Oh crap, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"

Eijirou raised a hand, stopping Izuku on his tracks, "It's okay, thank you for coming, I'll be going now".

Then he left and, fuck, Bakugo wanted to die.

Deku desperately followed him, apologizing, and they were lost is the crowd, leaving Shouto to deal with Bakugo.

"Fuck you, Icyhot! Couldn't you've said something sooner??!"

He took a second to think, "I could, you're right, I'm sorry. I'll talk to Izuku. What're you gonna do?"

He didn't knew. His life just fell apart. Could anything be salvaged?

"Well, first, I'm gonna kill your boyfriend"

Todoroki tilted his head to the side, amused, "Deservedly so. Then what?"

"Then I'll try to undo the shit the Deku just caused"

"You'll go back to being just friends with Kirishima? I don't see him coming easily to terms with having kissed you. Especially with the age thing..."

"Oh, no, fuck that. I don't care what his old ass thinks. Imma be making Eijirou mine"

And that's how, ten years after having met, 23 years old Bakugo decided to seduce 35 years old Kirishima.

The thing is... Katsuki had no idea what to do.

On the following days, Kirishima wouldn't text him back, and he wasn't in his apartment when Bakugo went by.

Deku met him and apologised profusely, saying he spoke to Eijirou and explained as much as could why he said those things as much as he could without telling the man Katsuki had been in love with him for years.

If Deku ended up having to pay 200 bucks to "buy" his friends forgiveness it was no ones business.

He did tell Katsuki how Eijirou was doing, though.

According to the dipshit, Kirishimas was beyond guilty, and was unsure how to approach Bakugo so they would talk, and he did planned on talking to him, eventually.

He just needed time right now. That's why he was ghosting Katsuki.

If Bakugo had any say on the matter, he'd talk to the man by tying him up to the bed and riding him until Eijirou was crying.

It had to be Eijirou because Katsuki would start whining on his dick the second he felt it inside him.

Back to the matter at hand.

Katsuki didn't know what to do and Deku, of all people, counseled him.

Even though he hated the boys guts growing up, Bakugo had to admit they had a brotherly relationship by now.

So, when Eijirou texted him a week later, the blond definitely didn't freak out like a teenage girl, and Deku definitely didn't roll his eyes at him.

He didn't really have a plan, though, more of an outline and he still wasn't sure it'd work.

Shouto chimed in, reminiscing their time as a couple, pointing out what was his strong points and what used to draw the boys attention, sexually speaking.

Bakugo knew he was handsome, okay, but hearing that his body enticed such lewd thinking made him blush like a damn virgin.

At least now he knew his strengths and how to work his good side.

Well, kind of.

It worked on Shouto, didn't mean it would work on Eijirou, but he had a starting ground now.

The only reason why Deku wasn't jealous was because even his clueless ass could see how head over heels Shouto was for him, and that there was no way he and Bakugo would ever get back together.

They were now good friends with a complicated past, and Bakugo was after someone else

So Bakugo put on the black denim jeans that made his ass look fiiine, a black almost transparent mesh top, navy blue crop top up to his belly button, combat boots, and eyeliner to top it all off.

He was going in for the kill.

He couldn't wait much, they all agreed on that. The longer he waited, the easier would be for Kirishima to resist him. Right now, the memories were still fresh, the emotions still raw, the good and the bad - thanks to Deku - still running around his mind.

But!!! Because he was a smart boi, he knew he couldn't just outright attack Kirishima.

He had his guard up, and Bakugo needed to work around it.

He had to work with his stupid rule of not being with younger people.

Killer outfit in place, he went over to Eijirou's.

Bakugo felt like a cheap whore using his body to try and get on his crush's heart but what else could he do?

They talked, alright.

And Katsuki would walk around with a sway on his hips, the chains clinking and drawing attention to his ass. And Katsuki would stretch and innocently bring attention to his tiny waist and defined abs. And Katsuki would act as if it were all accidental.

He didn't miss any of the loud gulps, hissed breaths, and dry lips being licked Eijirou thought no one was seeing.

It was a waiting game in which Katsuki couldn't wait too long.

He had met Inasa for lunch the after the bar, and he oh so discreetly mentioned that to Eijirou, having the satisfaction to see his friend tense jaw lock in place.

Katsuki felt cheap. But he was a man on a mission.

And he wasn't sorry.

Sure, that day they came to terms with the fact that what happened at the bar was nice and neither regretted it but it would never happen again.

At least Eijirou did.

Katsuki just nodded and played nice while making sure everyone of his movements were enticing.

If the growing hunger on Kirishima's ruby eyes were any indication it was working.

Katsuki also knew all of Eijirou's weak spots and kinks - or as many kinks as Ei felt comfortable talking about, Bakugo was pretty sure he was a Dom or a service top but they never talked about it

And he wasn't manly enough not to use that knowledge to his advantage.

So, ever since they talked and "it was all good between them", Katsuki turned into a teasing little witch.

He started immediately at the next meet up.

Another killer outfit showing his assets and eyeliner in place, he slowing started to make his move.

Bakugo hated physical contact, or at least he thought he did.

Or maybe he did hate, only not when Eijirou was involved.

He started touching Kirishima more. Hold his arm lightly on and off throughout a conversation. Standing or sitting closer to him without crowding the deadhead. Covertly and playfully blinking at him when no one was looking.

If they were seated somewhere, Katsuki would find a way to rest his hand on Eijirou's leg and very slowly , without the man noticing, working it up until it was inches away from what Katsuki could now say without a doubt was a well endowed member.

Only when Kirishima would start fidgeting on his seat he'd take his hand way

Then start it again a few minutes later.

Katsuki would kill someone if that was being done to him, but Eijirou would stay there all stoic pretending it wasn't happening as his breathing picked up speed

He was working as fast as he could without just jumping on the man.

He'd find ways to be in suggestive positions. Dropped something and kneeled to get it, standing way closer to Eijirou's crotch than necessary.

Speaking or whispering in his ears and not backing out when he turned his face to talk, their mouths almost touching.

Bending over whenever he had an excuse, wiggling ass in the air.

The cherry on top was this one night when they were on the subway, heading to Kaminari's house, right on rush hour, and Bakugo found a way to use the crowded wagon as a weapon.

Eijirou ended with his back on a sliding door, and Katsuki, being the smart man he was, managed to turn around when more people were coming in, strategically positioning his ass over Kirishima's bulge, the mass of people making it impossible for them to move.

He could feel every inch of Eijirou's body pressed against him and this was as much torture for him as it should be for Eijirou, whose hands were gripping the bar above their head with unnecessary strength.

Because Katsuki was mean and was also running out of patience after weeks of tempting the man, he tilted his head back, looking deep inside ruby eyes, licked his lips and whispered breathlessly.

"Sorry, Eijirou, I can't move away"

He just nodded his flushed face profusely, "Yeah, bro, no problem, rush hour, right!?"

Katsuki slowly grinded down, "Yeah, rush hour"

And you can't blame him for spending the next 20 minutes grinding on Eijirou's hardening clothed member using the sway of the train as an excuse.

It was driving Katsuki mad just as much.

He wanted to be wrecked by Kirishima right the fuck now.

He wouldn't mind one bit if Eijirou pushed their pants down just enough for him to thrust inside Bakugo's needy hole.

It was so crowded no one would see.

But he won that round.

Oh my did he come out victorious of that ride!, because, when they were five minutes away from reaching their stop. One tanned hand finally went down, resting lightly on Katsuki's hips, and Eijirou began rutting back, also using the sway of the train.

Eijirou hissed an inaudible "shit" as his hips move up, finding Katsuki's ass.

It's safe to say that both left the train acting like nothing happened while sporting raging boners and red faces.

Kaminari even asked if everything was okay with them.

That night, Eijirou couldn't take his eyes off of Katsuki, and he one again took advantage of the attention, continuing the teasing act.

Bakugo also learned he actually liked leaning in and laying his head on Eijirou's shoulder when they were watching a movie, pressing against the man's torso and feeling all those muscles and how his heart beat faster.

               • POV Switch: Kirishima •

He wanted to do something.

Not doing anything was taking up all of his self restraint.

Not doing anything was messing with his fucking sanity.

You know how long has it been since he last woke up having soiled his pants in his sleep?

Years, fucking years .

But now he'd hump the bed half awake and the other half dreaming about fucking into Katsuki, thinking about how he looked that day on the bar almost cumming on him

Eijirou was good at working under pressure. He was a nurse, so he had to be. He had to make fast decisions that could potentially save someone's life in emergency situations.

So how could he be so powerless when it came to Bakugo Katsuki? Their friendship really was innocent at the beginning. Katsuki was a child , for God's sake. As if Eijirou would ever get involved with a child!

He doesn't know when it happened though, when he started seeing his friend as a man . All he knew was that one day Kat went from cute child to dashing adult. He grew into his body, lost all childlike features and could suddenly kill someone with that sharp gaze. And all Eijirou could think was how manly he looked now.

Then Katsuki tried to kiss him, all sensual powerhouse blond rubbing his body against him.

If Midoryia hadn't swept Bakugo away, Eijirou wasn't sure he would've resisted those red luscious lips. Bakugo was with Shouto at the time, so nothing happening really was for the best. But then it was like the universe was making him see all these private things the couple did. How they'd lazily join their hand when they were close, steal quick kisses when no one was seeing, share those long knowing looks only couples share, messily make out at one of theirs college party with hands all over and touching inappropriate places in public.

He doesn't remember having seen all those things before, but he couldn't stop seeing them now.

How their tongues touched, how they bit their lips, how Shouto would sneak a hand up Kat's shirt while groping him, the colorful lights painting and hiding them from everyone else.

But Eijirou could see it all, and he couldn't understand the pang in chest every time he saw Shouto and Katsuki together.

Okay, he was old enough to not be a hypocrite anymore, he knew he was jealous of Shouto, and he knew he had feelings for Bakugo.

Bakugo, his much younger compromised manly hot best friend.

And then they broke up, and Eijirou couldn't help imagining what it would be like to date Katsuki, and he realized they were perfect for each other.

But he couldn't have him, so he just said he wanted someone like him.

Yes, he remembers that night he called Katsuki pretty. And he remembers the sweet kiss the blond stole.

But they were best friends, so he just couldn't.

It was different with Denki, it was Denki , that's enough explanation.

It started as a fling that turned into a friendship then they tried to get serious but it just wasn't right.

With Bakugo, he knew it was more.

There was something else that held him back, thought.

Their ages.

He remembered how naive and gullible he was when he was younger, and he vowed to never be with someone not of his age, to never take advantage of them.

They needed to have their own experiences with people their age, and it wasn't for Kirishima to take that away from them.

That includes Bakugo.

Or at least it did, because now Eijirou can't stop doubting himself.

Sure, he was still dating and meeting new people, but it never worked out, and he knew that it was because neither of them were a certain grumpy rude blond with a mushy core.

It was getting easier thought. Little by little, he buried his feelings deeper inside him.

Until Katsuki's graduation.

Until Inasa.

Sure, he knew of him, a colleague of Katsuki's, he was allowed to have other friends and colleagues, he just never thought it was anything more than that.

So imagine his surprise when his demi friend started openly flirting with the man

With Katsuki being demi, he never flirted or fooled around with anyone, which honestly made it easier for Eijirou to hold back his feelings, so he knew that if Bakugo was laughing like that and touching Inasa so much, that they weren't just colleagues as he thought.

And fuck, seeing him so close to someone else made him want to claim Katsuki like a goddamn animal.

He wanted Bakugo all to himself. That laughter all to himself. That playful tone all to himself. Those looks all to himself.

How putting a hand on Kat's leg was the only thing he did was beyond him.

Then Katsuki had the guts to tell him he wasn't flirting when Inasa was openly undressing him his eyes.

Well fuck him then. He wants Inasa? Go ahead and be with him.

Bakugo wasn't his anyway.

But Bakugo followed him, kissed him, and made the prettiest sounds, and Eijirou was just drunk enough not care about anything else except how good it felt to actually have the blond, actually being able to be the one on a wall with Katsuki with sneaky hands and messy kisses.

He just wanted more of those sounds, wanted Katsuki to feel good and melt for him and only him. So he grabbed onto the blonds hips and him ride his thigh like there was no tomorrow.

He wished there was no tomorrow.

He wished he could stay in that bubble forever.

Fortunately, someone was thinking with their head, not their dick.

Unfortunately, that someone was not Eijirou.

No, that someone was Izuku, of all people, followed by his boyfriend, who used to be Bakugo's boyfriend.

They got caught dry humping by Bakugo's ex.

How humiliating.

As if his now working conscience wasn't enough, Izuku made sure to rub all over his face the fact that he was taking advantage of their drunk friend.

So, yeah, thanks for that, as if the guilt he felt wasn't making him want to curl up and die.

Izuku went after him, all apologies and tears. They met, too, after that awful night, Izuku apologizing again, saying he was talking to Bakugo and didn't mean Eijirou any harm.

He was actually pretty vague as to why he was scolding their friend, but it didn't really matter.

Eijirou was the adult and he should've stopped what was happening.

Time. That's what he needed.

Time to put his thoughts in order, to try to forget how delicious Katsuki tasted, to not listen to those tiny hitched breaths echoing in his ears.

If he thought his life has difficult before, he had no idea the hell that awaited him, because he took his time, sure, but the universe would once again make him pay.

He texted Katsuki so they could talk, and the boy showed up looking prettier than ever.

Eijirou couldn't stop staring at his ass or his abs, his voice also sounded huskier than usual. It was all going straight to his dick.

But he kept his cool, they talked honestly about what happened, and they dealt with it as good friends do.

It was all fine between them.

All was just not fine between him and his dick, which seemed to have gained a life of it's own.

Katsuki would hold his arm and hello boner.

He'd stand too close to Eijirou and hi there boner long time no see.

He'd talk in his ear and oh look who's up.

He'd kneel near him, look at him with glimmering eyes, and oops, bulge.

He'd find himself with his ass wiggling in the air and Eijirou's dick would ask who was calling for him.

Certainly not Kirishima. Nope.

But he was manly. He knew there was no way for him to be with Bakugo so his dick be damned, right?

Wrong.

Oh so wrong.

Because his resolve went out the window with one certainly simple equation:

One crowded subway train on rush hour full of commuters + no room to move + Katsuki's ass + Eijirou's interested dick * the subtle sway of said aforementioned train.

It results in Eijirou finally not being able to hold himself and grinding against Katsuki's toned ass.

And sweet momma thank God they were already near their stop because he could not have stopped on his own.

He hoped Katsuki hadn't realized what he was doing, how much of a pervert he is, and that the blush on the blonds face was because of the warmth inside the train.

The universe, thought, wasn't done playing with him, because it seemed like every little movement Bakugo made was meant to drive Eijirou insane , and the only reason why he didn't attack the man was because there was too many people around, and it wasn't his house.

Thankfully.

Eijirou didn't know how much more he could take.

He was about to burst.

And he wanted to take Bakugo down with him.

Now, today.... Today has not been a good day.

Kirishima was in a foul mood, no matter how hard he tried not to be.

You see, he'd gone to Katsuki's house earlier to help him assemble a nightstand, and the boy was barely any help.

Why, you ask? Because he kept texting fucking Inasa the whole time, that loud laughter reaching every room of the house.

So Eijirou was there, failing miserably at assembling a stupid nightstand, as Katsuki talked to another man.

How comical.

Katsuki was also definitely not wearing any underwear under those sweatpants, and that old black tank top sat loose over those full pectorals.

He ended up leaving the place angry and horny.

Go right ahead and laugh at him and his lack of control, go on, he deserved it.

And right now, he was just ignoring Katsuki's existence. He had to, or else he'd lose his mind.

They were at Fuyumi's birthday party.

Because she was the sweetest girl ever, she let Shouto invite all of his friends.

It's not like there wasn't room for a thousand people on their mansion, so...

Anyway, the whole place was decorated. The huge backyard and the back patio had tables with white and red towels, lights dangling from invisible constructions and the sun had just set.

And once again Bakugo looked like the yummiest snack in this place.

It admitelly wasn't much, just washed, ripped jeans, long hung grey tank and a long black wool jacket, but the blond sure filled that outfit thanks to his Adonis like body.

To cut it short, Katsuki looked good, he was struggling and still pissed, so he was trying to keep his distance.

That is, until Tetsu came to talk to him.

"Hey, bro, what's up the ugly face?"

"Nothing, bro, just not having a good day", he sipped his bear, adjusting his butt on the table he was leaning in.

"Work?"

"Hm? Yeah, sure"

Tetsu just took one long look at him, reading him, then looked at something behind him.

"I wish I had Bakugo's fashion sense, ya know?"

"Sorry?"

"Blasty's fashion sense. I wish I had it. I mean, he's looking good today, right?"

"His parents work with trendy people, so I guess he got it from them"

"Uhum", Tetsu gave him another studying gaze, "You know, if I haven't met Denki first, I totally would've tried something with Bakugou"

Eijirou lowered his beer and squinted his eyes at him, "What now?"

"He's cute, okay! What can I do? I'm actually surprised you never tried to hook up with him, you know, before that thing at the bar. But now you have so whatever, right? We've all fooled around with friends before, so it's all good, like I said I would've too if I wasnt with Denki and Toshi",  his widened like saucers, "Don't tell Denki I told you that! He's in a bad mood and he'd kill me today if he heard it!"

Ejirou ordered his hand to lose the white knuckle grip on his beer. Fuck, he could've lost Katsuki to Tetsu, who was pretty much his twin.

He could've lost Bakugo to Kirishima 2.0!

Because he knew Tetsu would go for it, just as he went for Denki the second he saw him. Tetsutetsu was a man with no shame who went after what he wanted.

Just like Eijirou should be.

He wasn't manly at all.

Eijrou laughed it off, the sound coming out stiff and strained, "Sure, I won't tell Denki, don't worry, bro"

"Hey, speaking of Bakugo, who's that man he's talking with?"

Who now??

Sure enough, there was Bakugo in all his blond glory talking to a man he didn't know.

The guy was tall and slender, dressed in all black. Black mussed hair and bright blue eyes with nasty bags around them.

Piercings all over his ear and an ugly tattoo on his neck that resembled purple scars.

He reminded him of Shouto somehow.

And he was hovering over Katsuki.

Eijirou's Katsuki.

shit I can't deal with this anymore, it's too much. Inasa, Tetsu and that guy?! I can't handle this

They stood behind all the fuzz of the party, so no one was seeing or paying attention to them.

Bakugo's back was on the tall hedge, and the man was right in front of him, only one hair away. Both their heads were lowered and they talked with serious faces, eyes not moving.

By now Tetsu was completely forgotten. Heck, he didn't even knew if his friend was still there. All he knew was the urge to get that man away from his man.

His Bakugo.

His!!

How could that dirty looking man stand so close to his man?

Eijirou just couldn't, not anymore.

He was positively fuming when the brunette raised a hand and curled a lock of ashen hair around his fingers and Bakugo just stood there glaring.

Maybe Eijirou slammed his beer on the table with more strength than necessary, but no one was there to see.

Bakugo scanned the place to see if anyone was watching, smirked, and nodded.

Don't ask Kirishima how he kept himself there instead of running for Katsuki when the guy led him away with a hand on his lower back through a hidden opening on the hedge.

He didn't have the answer.

His legs were frozen with rage.

No no nononononono, he was done . He would not let anyone else have Katsuki!

But he wouldn't make a scene, it was Fuyumi's party and she didn't deserve it.

He took a deep breath.

A very deep calming breath.

Years of working in an ER kicking in.

Eijirou gained his cool back but didn't move from where he was.

No, he counted every single one of the 20 minutes the couple took to get back to the party.

When they reemerged, each went their own way, and Eijirou's limbs finally moved.

Katsuki's lips seemed redder and his hair messier while he made a straight line to the house, looking for... a sink, it appears.

"Bakugo where were you?"

"Heh, nowhere, why?", he seemed confused.

"I was looking for you and saw you leaving with a guy. Who was he?"

"Who? Dabi? No one", this time Katsuki did seem guilty as he washed his hands profusely.

Why was he washing his hands? Did he-? Did they-?

" Katsuki , who. was. he?", even Eijirou could hear the rage in his voice.

Bakugo finally stopped washing his hands and actually looked at him, a small smile growing on the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, don't worry, Dabi is just someone I know. We needed to talk about some things"

"What things?", his fingers were curled on a fist, nails biting at sensitive skin, and Katsuki crossed his arms.

"Just, you know, business ", he pinched his already red lips, and Eijirou's mind was having a hard time not going down that path.

"I need you to tell me what you doing with him", breathe in, breathe out, breathe in.

"Why? I don't owe you any explanation regarding the people I'm hanging with, Eijirou, you're my friend, not my boyfriend"

Shit shit breathe in breathe out.

"Just-, Kat, please, just tell me", he pleaded. Breathe in breathe 

"Why?", breathe in

"Kat, please , what were you-?", breathe

"WHY, EIJIROU?"

Snap

He heard, in the back of his head, the already thin thread of his self control snapping.

Eijirou moved in a flash, hand reaching up, locking around Katsuki's throat and under his jaw, keeping him from talking, and he slammed the blond on the wall, pressing their bodies together.

"Listen to me, Kitty Kat, you're mine. No one else gets to touch you, do you understand?", the blond just squirmed, pupils dilated, "Do. you. understand. Kitty Kat?", he loosened his grip just enough.

"Yes, fuck, yes please, I'm yours"

It was on his breath.

Was he-, was he wrong?

"Kat, were you smoking a blunt?"

"Yeah, with Shouto's brother", Eijirou moved away, putting distance between them.

"But Natsuo-"

"It's not his only brother"

Breathe in, breathe out, he fucked everything up.

"How-"

"Dabi doesn't live here, he hates his father", there was a smug expression on his face, and he slid closer, like a cat.

"But he-, he touched your hair like-, what-"

"He's just weird, Ei, I'm used to it. Besides, didn't you see his boyfriend?"

Boyf-

Ah, shit.

"But-, you're washing your hands and-"

"Yeah, dumbass, because they fucking smell! Did you", Katsuki squinted his eyes, one step closer, "Did you think I was wanking him off?"

"I, well, I-", oh God Eijirou was nervous again, he couldn't be nervous after everything he said.

"First of all, shitty hair, I wouldn't just do that to anyone. And second", too close now, how did Katsuki get so close, and oooh Kiri junior decided to say hi, down boy!, "I much rather do that to you . I'm yours, remember?"

...

Up boy!

The words sunk on his brain.

‘I'm yours, remember?’, damn did he really meant that? Sure he's pretty much kissing me right know and I could feel him getting hard but…’

His dick had no doubt whatsoever, but his brain was in charge.

"Do you really mean that?", he whispered, looking deep into Katsuki's eyes.

"Fuck Ei, are you really that dumb?"

" 'msorry?", how did Bakugo managed to sneak his hand under Eijirou's shirt without him feeling it?

"I've been trying to get you to look at me for weeks now! The only thing left for me to do would be take my pants off and present . That day on the train?", oh no he felt it, "I thought you'd finally do something, I dont know, like fuck me in Denki's bathroom! But no! You just kept your damn cool"

Eijirou's brain took a second to gear up.

"You've... You've been- teasing me?"

"I couldn't just say I wanted you to wreck me, could I?", Katsuki trailed his fingers up Kirishima's neck, "I was your much younger friend, wasn't I?"

He was right, obviously. He knew Eijirou too much, which means he planned all those touches, the awkward positions, the, shit, the humping on the train . Kitty Kat was a bad boy

Eijirou was glad he did all of this.

Didn't mean Katsuki wouldn't be punished for being such a tease.

The hand on his neck travelled to his lips, and Eijirou licked them before speaking, "So, this Dabi guy...?"

"Actually not a part of my plan, I was mad you were being a fucking rock and needed something to wind down. Inasa, though... you looked so angry today, so... delicious"

Gods have mercy on his soul, he really was one second away from putting the final nail on the coffin.

"Kitty Kat", Eijirou trapped the hand on his lips as Katsuki bit his own, and repeated the question, "Are you mine ? If we do this... It won't be a one time thing"

Then Eijirou had the soulsaving experience he only had thrice in his lifetime.

He saw Katsuki open the widest, brightest, warmest smile he had, the one oh so rare not even his mother had seen, and his heart stopped.

"Yeah", he whispered in his mouth, "I'm yours, Eijirou"

               • POV Switch: Bakugo •

"Then come with me", Eijirou gripped his hand tighter, dragging him away from wherever they were.

Katsuki was surprised no one saw them there and interrupted, it's not like they were hiding, you know.

But, truthfully, all he could think of was 'it's happening, it's happening, it's happening'. It was as if he was a teenager all over again having just learned how to masturbate and chafing his dick because he hadn't been presented to lube or hand cream.

Eijirou was his.

He was happy to give Kirishima all the control. He just wanted to feel that man all over him, kissing, biting, sucking, whispering dirty things. Fuck, where were they...?

"Ei... Where are we going?", he was hoping they'd make out, but they were actually at Eijirou's car.

Kirishima opened the door to the backseat and motioned for him to get him, so he did.

"You have one minute to get naked. I better see that ass open and presenting when I get back", Eijirou shut the door and went to the back opening the trunk.

Oh hell he's using my words...

Why was h...?

No, wait. Katsuki knew what he was doing. Kirishima kept a backpack in his car loaded with a change of clothes and toiletries, and he'd told Bakugo once he... He kept condom and lube there too.

Shit

He had no idea how he got naked that fast in such a small space.

But sure enough, when Eijirou opened the door again Katsuki leaned against the opposite one, head resting on cold glass, one leg on the floor, the other folded under him, heavy lidded lustful eyes, and lazily stroking his red weeping member

"Fuck, you're hot", escaped Ei's lips accidently, and the smile that followed made Katsuki's blood run downwards even faster, "But I didn't tell you to touch yourself"

Eijirou watched still outside, as the blond's face turned red and his hand stilled.

"The fuck? Like I'm just gonna stay her-"

"Yes, you will, because I'm gonna punish you for teasing me so much, right here, right now"

Katsuki.exe stopped working.

"You're-, you're kidding me right?", Katsuki looked around out the window. It was dark outside and the lit up house stood in a fair distance. Didn't seem like there was anyone but them there, and Eijirou was still outside, "Ei, please get in the car", he said pathetically

"There's two conditions if you want me to get in", Kirishima straightened his back, opening the door the rest of the way with one hand and palming a very prominent bulge.

Katsuki's mouth watered.

"And what the hell are they?"

"One, you're in charge", okay, he could deal with that, he liked being in charge sometimes. In life? Always. In sex? People are meant to make him feel good, so, as long as they did, he'd do whatever they asked.

He nodded.

"And two... I'm not touching you. Whatever you want, you'll have to do it yourself"

Not... Touching????

They've been together for 2.5 seconds and Eijirou already knew he was touchy needy bitch in heat, for fucks sake.

How did they not get together sooner, again?

Katsuki blinked several times, thinking, or rather, not thinking. He just wanted Eijirou inside him.

"Yeah okay fine, just- fuck, I accept, just get in"

Once again that evil smile colored Ejirou's face.

He sat and closed the door,  scooting closer and crowding Katsuki until he was in the middle of the backseat, legs tucked between the front seats, then he tapped his thigh twice and winked at Bakugo, a come-hither gesture.

"I thought I was in charge", Katsuki pouted, abbiding.

Eijirou kissed his pout and laughed, "You are, Kitty Kat, just-".

He positioned the blond near his clothed knee, while Katsuki's naked ones were folded on Eijirou's sides, feet hanging out of the seat.

Then Kirishima, oh crap...

Kirishima slowly opened his legs, spreading Bakugo open.

He felt vulnerable like this, back slotted in between the front seats for everyone who passed to see, ass open thanks to the range of Eijirou's legs, and cock angry red and dripping on Ei's jeans

Hell, Eijirou was still fully clothed, not a patch of skin exposed.

Realising that made one treacherous pearl of precome crown his dick.

Finally, Eijirou took his hands off of Bakugo's hips and down on the seat.

"There you go, you can do what you want now"

No one would blame Katsuki if he came just with those words, right? Because he sure almost did.

The heat from Eijirou's hands still lingered on his hips and he wanted it back.

He really was so needy, how embarrassing.

Katsuki was hunched over Eijirou, too tall to fit inside the car being seated on the redhead, eyes locked close and breathing each other's air.

He wanted to kiss him so bad, but hadn't given up on winning this fight.

Kiri wouldn't touch him? Let's see about that.

He reached for the lube while diving in, attacking Kirishima's neck with too much tongue and teeth.

Eijirou shook underneath him, but didn't move one bit. He was back at being a fucking rock.

Not in the mood for waiting, Bakugo popped the bottle open, coated a hand, and pushed two fingers inside himself, hissing the pain away and biting down at Eijirou's neck, right at the junction with his shoulder.

Which was one of Eijirou's weak spots.

"Shit!!", Eijirou dropped his head back, hips bucking up before he could catch himself. He took a deep breath, Katsuki still latched onto his neck, "You're gonna hurt your ass like that"

The bling smirked in ear, "Then open me up yourself, or are you still not gonna touch me?"

"I already told you, Kitty Kat, my hands stay down", but his face and neck were all red and his voice strained. Wouldn't take much for him to break Kirishima again.

Or at least that's what he thought.

Because, as he said "Suit yourself" and began moving his hand, he started doubting all his life choices.

The uncontained raw desire on Eijirou's eyes watching him opening himself made him wanna beg for those rough hands to be on him.

Katsuki liked to put on a show because it was fun . Being made to put on a show is something entirely different.

He doesn't wanna be moving and fingering his ass, he wants Eijirou to be knuckle deep inside him making him feel good.

Fuck, Kirishima really did nailed the punishment, didn't he?

He knew Katsuki enough to know how he'd feel about having to do things himself, about not being touched.

Bakugo was already falling apart by the time he had three fingers in.

"Feels good, kitten?", Kirishima sounded as if his mouth was watering, and Katsuki had to pull back from his neck to answer.

"It- it does", Bakugo had a hard time answering with his ragged breaths.

His lips felt swollen but the constellation of wet bites all over Eijirou's neck, jaw and cheeks were worth it.

He licked a stripe up from the redheads chin to the tip of his nose.

"I wanna kiss you", he whined sadly, having been given no permission to do so.

Did he need permission, though? Kirishima did say he was in control, but he didn't want to worsen his punishment.

And he still wasn't sure if Eijirou was into the D/s scene, or was just acting like this today because of how Bakugo teased him for so long.

They haven't fucking talked about anything . The hell was he doing?

He didn't realize he had stopped his movements until Kirishima spoke.

"Kitten, what's wrong?"

Bakugo knew Kitten wasn't meant to be sexy, Eijirou called him Kitty Kat all the time, but is it now a pet name?

"How do I call you?"

"What?"

"How do I...", he swallowed, throat suddenly dry, "How do I call you? Do I call you your name, or... I don't know, Daddy, or Sir, or... What do you prefer, huh, normally, with, ahn, other people?"

"Oh", he got the meaning of the question.

"You can call me whatever you want, babe", he brushed a strand of ashen hair out of his sweat dampened forehead, forgetting his promise not to touch Bakugo.

"But... don't you have a preference, I mean, you're..."

"What? A Dom? Into BDSM?"

Katsuki nodded and Eijirou chuckled.

"I am, sweetheart, but it's okay if you're not. We can go slow, I can show you things, and we can figure out how to make it work between us", he planted a sweet kiss on Kat's forehead to reassure him.

Kat knew he himself wasn't really into vanilla sex, and he experimented a thing or two with Shouto when they were together but it never felt right . Not like these five minutes with Eijirou felt already.

He wanted every single part of Eijirou's to himself, including this. And he wasn't so daft as to not recognize Eijirou would be a loving, caring, perfect Dom. Just look at what was happening! He was willing to "let go" of something of clearly great importance to make sure it all felt right for Katsuki, so they could appropriately approach the subject later and see what worked for them.

Sweet fuck he loved this man.

"No, I- I want to learn, I want to make you happy. You this wasn't just a one night thing, right? Then-, h- how do I call you?

Eijirou's content sigh seemed to come from within his soul, and a loving smile played at the corner of his mouth.

"You can call me Master, Kitty Kat"

That shook him from out of whatever was happening, because his dick responded with a very visible twitch at the sound of the word.

And suddenly he was aware that this entire time his stilled fingers still sat inside him.

"Am I still in charge, Master ?", Eijirou's pupils widened and his nostrils flared. Oh yeah this was good.

"Yes, Kitty Kat", he gripped the seat so tightly Katsuki was sure his fingers would sink into it.

"Then can you check if I'm open enough for your cock while I kiss you? I can't do both at the same time"

Eijirou shook his head with a wide smile, reaching for the lube, "You're gonna kill me, you know that, right?"

"I aim to please, Master"

Turns out Eijirou also knew how to tease.

With deliberate movements, he opened the cap, poured a small amount of lube on his fingers, and rubbed them together to warm it up.

He wasn't being slow , just taking his time, but Katsuki was needed and he wanted Eijirou now and he was squirming by the time Kirishima reached between them, making sure their skin wouldn't have any other point of contact, and joined his fingers with Bakugo's.

"You can get them out, baby. Didn't you say you wanted to kiss me?"

He didn't need to be told twice.

Katsuki cupped Eijirou's bruised jaw with both his hands and claimed his lips in a ferocious kiss.

Eijirou's mouth was hot and wet and he licked inside it, desperate, as three fingers pushed inside his body.

"Fuuuck, yes", he already had to break the kiss, too overwhelmed.

The redheads fingers were thicker than his, and it felt so good to have someone finally touching him, he began thrusting down on those fingers, needing way more than that, but making due with what he had.

"Ah, ah please Master please", he cried, losing control over the situation

"You're being such a good, baby boy, doing things yourself just like I told you"

Katsuki's whole body shivered at praise whispered at him. Yes, he was a good boy, his Master would touch him if he was a good boy. He was still pleading.

"Tell your Master what you need"

"You, please, fuck me, touch me, please", he was crying, he realised startled. He was supposed to be the one in control, taking what he wanted, not begging like this.

But this was... this was his punishment.

"You can fuck yourself on my cock if you want to, that's all you get"

Well, if he had to.

Except Eijirou still had his pants on, and shirt, and every article of clothing he arrived in.

"Take your shirt off", Katsuki demanded and the man followed his command without a word, fingers unfortunately leaving him.

Bakugo traced and explored every line, bump, and crevice of Ejirou's torso with his fingers, reveling at how pretty his Master was, how warm and tanned.

"One day, soon, we're gonna take our time, and you're gonna let me lick every inch of your body, okay Master?"

Kirishima licked his lips, "Whatever you wish, kitten"

Yep, Kitten was definitely a pet name now

Bakugo studied his Masters hungry eyes, the restraint of keeping his hands away from him, the shiny imprint of Katsuki's slicked hand on his jaw and cheek, the spikey of his hair notwithstanding what was going on.

He wanted to devour him whole.

And he would.

He kissed Kirishima again, slow, savoring the man's taste, how their his lips and bodies fit together perfectly, time standing still.

They bared their souls in the fogged up car, unraveled their beings, stripped of their flesh and blood until they were nothing but raw emotion.

Bakugo drunk up Eijirou's oxygen and gave it back to him, their tongues touching uncontrolled, filled with desire, teeth biting lips until they were swollen and hyper sensitive.

He needed to be consumed right now.

A hand sneaked down and undid Eijirou's belt and zipper, and the man moaned loud on Katsuki's mouth when he freed the engorged member, pumping with his soiled hand, getting it nice and wet for him.

Kirishima made a strangled sound from the pleasure.

"You sure the punishment is mine, huh?"

"No one ever said it was easy for a Dom to punish their sub", his voice sounded like barbed wire, all rough and hurtful edges.

"Well, if you say so... Hips up, babe", and so he did, and Bakugo lowered his pants mid thigh.

Katsuki's mouth watered at the sight of Eijirou's cock. Golden skin, red with the influx of blood, it was big and thick with a nice curve up Katsuki knew would hit all the good parts inside him, and he wanted it inside him to confirm his theory.

Maintaining eye contact, Bakugo scooted closer, his own neglected erection weeping.

He fisted Kirishima's hair tight with one hand, pulling it, and Eijirou's body went backwards.

The other reached down, positioning that pretty dick.

And Katsuki sunk on to it.

The blond went down slowly, wanting to savor every second of it.

The stretch.

How tight he felt around Eijirou.

The sensation of skin against skin.

How the curve made the slide easy.

Until Katsuki's ass found Kirishima's thigh.

The sound Eijirou made would be forever engraved on Bakugo's mind. For whatever reason, he always thought the man would be quieter, but, if there was anyone outside right now, they for sure would've heard the howl of pleasure that escaped his lips.

He himself wasn't far behind, biting his lips to muffle the moan that threated to rip his throat.

Kirishima's dick did fit perfectly inside him, just as he imagined, and he never felt so full, so complete before.

He held back a whimper.

Too good. It was just too fucking good and Katsuki was about to die, face hidden in the crook of Eijirou's neck.

"No, no no baby, don't hold back. I wanna hear those pretty sounds of yours, wanna see you, come on, move for me"

He didn't want to move.

He doesn't want to do anything.

He wants Eijirou to grab him and use him like a ragdoll.

How's he even managing to keep his hands away?

"Maasteeeer, please, touch me please please", he mewled, lifting his head, looking for his Master's eyes.

There was barely any red visible, pupils flared as much and they could.

Eijirou breathed with difficulty, licking his dry lips and swallowing, Adam's apple going up and down.

God he was so hot, so perfect. And he was Katsuki's Master.

How lucky was he?

"No, Kitty Kat, remember the rules? No touching", his voice was even, even with Katsuki seeing how affected he was, and still sticking to the punishment.

Katsuki wasn't a good boy, he doesn't deserve to be touched, he deserved to be teased as he teased.

So he ground his hips to make sure his body had fully accommodated Kirishima's dick, and both sucked up a strangled breath.

Yeah, it was fine. Katsuki could do it, he could! He could fuck himself on his Master's cock.

Bakugo willed his legs to work, and propelled his hips up, then down, then u-

Oh fuck he couldn't do it.

Up, and he rested his forehead on Eijirou's forehead, as his shark teeth bit his bottom lip.

Down, and they both released a ragged breath.

Shit he needed his Master, he didn't have the strength.

Up, and it didn't feel odd anymore, pleasure running in his veins.

Down, and he was openly crying, staring deep at Eijirou's eyes, body going lax with each thrust.

One black tear fell on tanned skin, making Bakugo remember he was wearing eyeliner and mascara. His face was now probably red, blotchy, and with dark streaks down his cheeks.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck.

His orgasm was ripped out of him.

It gave no warning

Suddenly his balls were drawing up and he released white all over their stomach.

He pretty much yelled, and Eijirou got so entraced he thrusted up over and over again, fucking Katsuki through a mind numbing climax.

Because it was mind numbing.

Katsuki knew he looked wrecked, arms a heavy, useless weight.

His mind couldn't form any comprehensive thoughts besides saying he was a good boy, such a good boy, a good Kit-

Wait, that wasn't his voice.

Not knowing when he closed his eyes, he opened them, finding a disheveled Kirishima close to devour him, stilled hips and rambling.

His hair was tousled from Katsuki's hands, the bites on his neck more prominent with the flush covering his face down his chest.

Looking so utterly beautiful another wave of pleasure washed over Katsuki's body.

He could barely move and his dick was still so hard and yes he wanted to be so good for his Master, a good Kitten for him and only him.

"Such a good a Kitten, so pretty, sound so good - shit - come on baby, I know you can keep moving - shitshitfuck - keep moving for me", Eijirou looked like a wild animal with his bared sharp teeth.

Bakugo didn't have a will of his own right now, too far gone from his climax, but his body moved again, up and down, faster, faster, a slapping sound filling the car each time their bodies met.

He needed to get out of here. It was too small. He needed space. It was too hot in here, he couldn't breathe, but he was so cold .

His skin crawled and his nerves were fried from the overstimulation. He had no idea how his legs were still working but he felt like they'd falter at any second.

He needed-, he needed Eijirou to warm him, to touch him, to claim him.

"Please Master please touch me, I'll be a good boy, I promise”, Katsuki snivelled out of breath on his ear, under the loud grunting from the redhead.

He was trying not show how much he was enjoying this too, at least until he decided the punishment was over.

Rough hands flew to his hips, making him stop.

"You're gonna be a good boy?", his Master sounded so good he shivered.

"Yeah", it was barely a whisper.

"What are you sorry for?"

"Teasing and playing with you, Master"

"Did you learn your lesson?"

"Yes, Master"

Eijirou looked at him for what felt like hours, taking in the mess he probably was, the drool he felt going down his chin form not being able to keep his mouth closed

Then he breathed, long and deep, releasing the beast he kept at bay until now

"You're such a good boy"

Then Bakugo saw stars.

Literally, because he hit his head too hard on the roof of the car when Kirishima made him bounce on his dick.

But who cares about a possible concussion when you're getting fucked liked this .

All the energy Eijirou had been saving thus far came out with a burst, and Katsuki was boldly moved up and dropped.

Dropped on that beautifully amazing thick cock that just made Katsuki start crying again.

The redhead showered him with praises whispered to his ears interleaved with loud moans.

"You're my good boy, Kitten. Your Master will take care of you, don't worry, my good Kat, gonna fuck you so good"

Katsuki had no capability to talk at the moment, clearly, since he still couldn't close his mouth, or work his tongue, or produce any sound other than moans and strangled shouts.

Eijirou's pace was brutal, unrelentless, fierce.

The blond was a ragdoll, just as he wanted. There was no strength left in him.

Hand shaped bruises formed on the pale skin of his hips.

Everything was too much.

He was already sensitive from his orgasm and every word out of his Master's mouth added a layer of pleasure to the coiling in his gut.

All Katsuki heard was mumbled words, shouted moans and slapping.

All he felt was how he was lifted with no difficulty to be impaled, how it dragged over his walls, how he clenched around it, how it hammered his prostate.

And how utterly destroyed he was for everyone else.

Katsuki knew right then and there that no one else would ever compare to how Eijirou made him feel, inside and out.

They still weren't close enough, though. Katsuki wanted to reach inside him and mix each one of their cells together, until there was not one or the other.

Just them.

A particular deep thrust made him gasp and take notice of the man underneath him.

His muscles were all tense and straining, working to move the dead weigh that was Katsuki.

Cum was splattered on their chest up to Eijirou's neck.

Katsuki lowered his mouth and licked the cum on his Master's throat.

Kirishima made an inhuman sound, held him down going deep inside him, and ground his hips.

And that sent Bakugo over the edge again.

He grunted, deep, loud, resounding in his torax and shaking his core as his dick twitched and spurted hot cum all over them again.

He felt how he uncontrollably squeezed the cock inside him, making Eijirou's grip even stronger.

His Master ground him down a couple more times before shouting his release, painting Katsuki's inside white and the feel of being impossibly full made a last dying strand of cum jump out of his dick, and he milked Eijirou for all he had.

Eijirou stopped his thrusting, breathing deep and tired, and Katsuki was so spent, so wrecked, so sensitive, but

"Please, Master, keep going, I can take more, I swear I can"

The redhead laughed brethlessly "I know, Kitty Kat, but we can't have a sex marathon inside a car"

"But Master..."

"And we'll probably already be banned for life from the Todoroki manner, it's not like we were quiet, babe"

"But Masteeeer..."

"No 'but Master', we're gonna eat, then get to my place, and I'll use up all night, that okay?"

"Yes Master..." Katsuki finally sagged against his man, chest to chest, feeling his heart beating and his breathing.

He was reaching up to encircle Eijirou's neck when his hand brushed against something small, a squared tinfoil-

"Shit"

"What is it?", Eijirou asked calmingly whiling running his hand up and down Katsuki's back and sides.

"We forgot the condom", he pulled back just enough to show the package.

"... shit", Eijirou closed his eyes, "Are- are you-?

"If I'm clean?", he nodded, "Yes, I am, haven't really been with anyone since Shouto either, so... You?", the fact that he hadn't been with anyone wasn't really a surprise since both knew about Katsuki lack of sexual attraction toward random people.

"Yeah, got tested a month ago and haven't been with anyone since, still..."

"I know...", silence fell, neither knew what to say.

Yeah, they were an item now but safe sex should always come first, specially now when thing haven't been said between them.

"We can get one together, later", Katsuki tucked a strand of red hair behind his Master's ear.

This was a terrible time to talk about it, he still had a cock up his ass, for fucks sake, but they needed to get it out of the way.

"I'm sorry, Katsuki. I should've remembered, it's my job, I-"

"None of this, Shitty Hair, we both forgot it. I trust you, we just need to be safe going forward. And since, you know, we're boyfriends now, after we get tested we'll be okay to do whatever"

Eijirou chuckled and kissed the tip of his nose, "How is it that my Kitten is taking care of me and not the other way around?"

"Who said you're not taking care of me? You know what needs to be done, I'm just saying it out loud, dummy"

Kirishima laughed and playfully ground his hips down again, "So we're boyfriends now?"

Oh yeah that was a red on Katsuki's cheeks that had nothing to do with they've done.

"Of fucking course, Shitty Hair! The shit you think this thing is?"

The man glared at him with tiny sharp toothed smile, "I think I love you"

Bakugo froze, and obviously that would send the ball of anxiety that was Eijirou into a rant.

"I- I don't, I'm sorry, I don't- It's early I know- just forget-"

He could finally say it! After all these years of bottling up his feelings, of thinking EIjirou would never be his. He was so happy!

"Hey, don't get all weird and sappy at me, Shitty Hair!", and he stopped another rant with a kiss before whispering, "Love you too, dumbass"

A knock on the window kept Kirishima from answering.

"Hey love birds, we gonna cut the cake. Fuyumi want everyone there so put yourselves together and get a move on!"

Why was fucking Deku always showing up at the most inapropriate times?

Katsuki took a deep breath, bite returning to his voice. "Fuck you, Deku, can't you see we're busy?", actually he coudn't, the glass was too fogged up, "We'll be there in a few, now fuck off"

"Okay, fine, jesus!", and they heard footsteps going again.

Eijirou and Katsuki looked at each other for a full minute before laughing until their bellies hurt.

They were so in love it's disgusting, if it were anyone else, Bakugo would puch them, but because is the two of them, he only smiles fondly at his stupid boyfriend.

"How are we supposed to go back now? There's cum all over us and coming out of my ass as soon as you get your dick off me"

At that, Eijirou grabbed his shirt and began wiping them up

"It's fine I have another shirt in the trunk, now get up so I can see that ass you mentioned"

Years later, and after telling it a hundred times, their children still hate hearing how their fathers first got together.

Well, they're just jealous because they'll never have a story as good as theirs and Katsuki wins.

• Epilogue •

Kirishima and Bakugo adopt a boy and a girl, Taichi and Ichika, and it's Christmas night, everyone is drunk off their rockers except Eijirou since he's the driver. Bakugo holds his wine glass tightly and wobbles around the room. Natsuo made the mistake of asking how they got together, for whatever reason.

"Yo, listen up, fuckers! Time for y'all to know how I snatched this beefcake out of your hands!"

"Oh no, not again", Ichika whispered to her boyfriend, and he whispers back "What?"

Taichi just just grips his beer and takes a large gulp, "Here we go. Dad...?"

"Taichi, you know he likes to tell it", Kirishima admonishes.

"But does he have to?", asks Ichika.

"Natsuo asked, baby girl"

"Hey, Shitty Hair, I'm your only baby girl here!", Bakugo says loudly from the center of the room, and Eijirou just rolls his eyes and smiles at his daughter.

Natsuo spits his drinks.