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“Alright, everything is set up? The protection, the water bottles? Good. Do you remember your safe word? And the signal?” Kirishima was making sure everything was perfectly set up, and nothing was forgotten. Bakugou nodded. “Yeah, “Explosion” and three tapes on the thighs to stop if I can’t talk, I won’t lie, I’m a bit wary.” The blond played with the plastic protection on the floor, trying to find his words. “I know I asked you about it, but I’m just… Scared I’ll choke?”
Kirishima walked toward Bakugou, who was on his knees against the plastic protection and gently stroked his hair. “We can stop if you’re unsure, it is kind of scary, and I don’t want you either to choke. Do you want to add an extra signal? Just in case?” Bakugou smiled at his husband, and again, nodded his head. “Okay, do you have something in mind already, or do you want me to find something?” Katsuki was thinking. The three tapes were actually coming in handy when he wasn’t able to talk, but having another signal seemed reassuring. He suddenly snorted, thinking about flipping the bird to his husband as a signal, but he was already doing that way too much on a daily, and sometimes during their sex life. So it wouldn’t be a great idea. “I don’t really know, I can maybe snap my fingers, or put a fist up?” Eijirou kneeled in front of his husband, kissing him softly. “Fingers snap sounds good, a pattern in mind?”
Bakugou thought for a second, then held his right hand up, and snapped two times, paused, and snapped once more. Kirishima repeated the snapping patterns. “Two then one snap? Yeah, that’s okay, let’s do it again, just to remember it.” They both snapped their fingers in the same patterns a few more times, before being satisfied. Kirishima kissed him once again, stroking his hair, before getting up on his feet. Bakugou took a deep breath. He was thankful his husband was so thoughtful of him, even with his questionable and disgusting kinks exploration. “Ready?” Bakugou nodded his head in approval and put his hands in his back, opening his mouth, tongue out.
“Good boy, already knowing your place.” Kirishima put one finger against the blond’s tongue, gently stroking it in a circle, before pushing it inside Bakugou’s mouth, forcing it into his throat, making him gag. “Already gagging? I wonder how you’ll manage with my cock deep in your throat.” Kirishima laughed and showed two of his fingers to Bakugou. “We’ll work you up slowly, so you can enjoy… Painfully…”
Bakugou choked mid-breathing. He had prepared for this, but knowing it was going to happen… It made his dick hard. Kirishima ordered him to look him in the eyes. “From now on, until you use your safe word or the signals, I won’t stop.” Katsuki nodded, growing impatient, and a little anxious. He knew the moment he would say his safe word, or make the signals, his husband would stop immediately. Taking a long breath, he nodded quickly and straightened his head up, opening his mouth wide and sticking his tongue out, and hummed his consent.
Kirishima smiled, gently stroking his jawline, before pushing two fingers in Bakugou’s mouth, softly rubbing them on the inside of his cheeks, smiling at the sight of a small drop of drool at the corner of the blond’s lips. “Look at me, in the eyes, don’t move them away from me, understood?” Bakugou could only nod in agreement, before Kirishima pushed his fingers inside Bakugou’s throat, forcing them into the tight wet opening, gently moving them, smirking when Katsuki gagged loudly, trying to keep his eyes open, tears starting to appear in them. He drew back his fingers, adding a third in Katsuki’s mouth.
“Time to play… I hope you’re ready,” with that, Kirishima pushed roughly his fingers directly in Bakugou’s throat, forcing a wet gag out of him. Katsuki’s chin was wet from his drool, and he couldn’t wait to see him finally puke. He almost removed his fingers, before pushing them even more roughly in, now just moving them inside the blond’s throat, listening to his gagging noises, whose tears were now running on his cheeks. “Beautiful…” Another movement of his fingers, and he saw how Katsuki opened his eyes wide before he puked all over his hand and on the ground. It was only liquid, as the blond insisted on only drinking broth and water before their session. But the sight of Bakugou vomiting made his cock even harder. He couldn’t wait to have it deep inside the blond’s throat, making him choke on it.
Removing his fingers, he admired how the blond tried to calm his respiration, making no efforts to clean himself. He presented his soiled fingers to Bakugou, ordering him to clean them. Katsuki took them between his lips, sucking on them, moving his tongue against them before Kirishima redraw them back again. “Good boy… Look at you, cleaning your own mess… I’m going to ruin your throat with my cock. That’s what you want? To choke on my dick? For me to force you to puke all over it?” He grinned when he saw how the blond’s dick twitched, his face flushed a beautiful shade of pink. “Well, it won’t suck itself, come on, take it.”
Adjusting his stance on his knees, Bakugou lined forward, sucking on the tip of Kirishima’s dick, slowly licking his way to its base, taking his time to make it all wet and shiny from drool, before taking it in his mouth, sucking on his cheeks, swallowing it progressively, before the tip entered his throat. Taking one big breath, Bakugou took a pause to calm his respiration and pushed himself against Kirishima’s pubes, taking his dick in one movement, gagged, and started to move his head back, but a hand in his hair forced him to stay still. “I don’t think so, I’m going to ruin your throat, remember?” Before Katsuki could react, he was forcefully pushed back against Kirishima’s pubes, his nose crushed against thick dark hair, choking on the dick resting deep in his throat. His coughs were muffled by the cock resting heavily in his mouth.
Both of Eijirou’s hands on the back of his head, painfully gripping his hair, his face was moved back, almost letting the redhead’s dick slip out of his mouth before he was roughly pushed back on, coughing and gagging. Kirishima started then a rough and steady pace, not letting Bakugou a chance to regain his breath. Each time Eijirou’s cock popped inside his throat, he could feel himself gagging loudly, almost choking around the tip of Kirishima’s dick. Loud wet gargling noises at each trust in, spit drooling from his chin, on his chest and the ground, adding to the mess he made earlier.
He suddenly jerked back, violent gags making him puke on the redhead’s cock sitting on his tongue. Kirishima moved Bakugou’s head back, letting all the foul liquid running all on the blond’s body, before shoving his dick deep in his throat, not letting him any time to recover from it, immediately making him gag violently. “Keep looking at me, don’t move your eyes away, I want to see you make a mess on my cock.”
Fat tears in his eyes, his face a beautiful mess, a mix of snot, drool and vomit painting his cheeks and chin, he held his gaze on his husband’s face. He moved his hands against the powerful thighs, resting them on, taking a hold on them to steady himself.
The wet loud noises escaping from his mouth were a beautiful sound that Kirishima was enjoying. It was so disgusting and so hot. Smirking, Eijirou kept his rough pace, moving his hips against Bakugou’s face, shoving his pubes against Katsuki’s nose, forcing him to take all his length inside his wet and thigh throat. At each trust, he could feel it twitch tighter and tighter, almost capturing his cock deep inside Bakugou’s abused throat.
“That’s right babe, you’re just a hole to please me. My cock is just so perfectly warm inside your throat. I could stay like that forever, with you warming my dick all day long… I’m sure you would love it, worshiping my cock...” he stopped his pace, his cock pushed as deep as he could inside Bakugou’s throat, resting against the blond’s tongue, letting him gag and choke around it. “Come on good boy, puke for me.” His hands holding Katsuki’s head in place, living no room for him to move away, Bakugou could only choke on his husband’s cock.
His eyes filling with tears, his grip on the redhead’s thighs became almost painful, before a violent gag made his entire body jerk forward, choking even more on the cock inside his throat. Closing his eyes, Bakugou felt warm vomit violently rushing in his mouth, his cheeks growing round before it exploded past his lips and nose, decorating Kirishima’s lower abdomen with thick puke. The redhead moved back, freeing Bakugou from his now soiled cock. Katsuki bends over, violently gagging, puking more on the ground, heavily breathing, his throat raw and aching. Coughing, he tried to calm his burning lungs. Kirishima quickly moved on his knees, one hand on his husband’s back. “Fuck, are you okay?” He started a soothing rub against the blond’s back, gently and slowly, waiting patiently for Bakugou to calm his ragging breathing.
When he didn’t felt like dying, Katsuki swallowed his spit, grimacing when it made his throat ache. “Fuck… Pass me a tissue….” Quickly, Kirishima got up, walking toward their nightstand, taking the tissue box, moving back to Bakugou, offering him one. Blowing his nose, Katsuki asked for another one, before sitting back, his knees red and hurting a little.
Watching him closely, Kirishima rubbed his husband’s cheek. His face a huge mess. “Are you okay Katsuki?” Worried and ready to hug him, he studied the blond’s face. “Yeah, I’m okay. Damn you weren’t joking, you did ruin my throat.” Before Kirishima could apologize, Bakugou grinned. “Give me a minute, and we can continue where we were.” Looking at him in the eyes, Eijirou smiled fondly. “You’re sure?” Katsuki simply nodded, quickly wiping his chin, before taking his stance on his knees, throwing the used tissue in the already messy ground. They would have to clean anyway. “Come on, I want to suck the cum out of you.” With a laugh, Kirishima stroked the blond’s hair and got up on his feet, watching him fondly, caressing his lips with his thumb.
“Alright good boy, open your mouth.” Bakugou obeyed, pointing his tongue out. Gently pushing his cock inside Katsuki’s throat, he studied his face, looking for any sign of discomfort, but Bakugou simply looked him in the eyes, sucking on his cheek. Sighing, he smiled fondly. “Good boy, you want my cum, don’t you? Do you think you can puke some more for me first?” Quickly nodding, Bakugou put his hands on the redhead’s thighs, preparing himself. Holding his head in place, Kirishima started at a slow pace, before gradually adding speed to his trusts, before he was finally face fucking Bakugou. Again. “Hhm good boy… One last puke from you, and I’ll let you drink my cum babe…”
Bakugou kept his eyes on Kirishima, tears falling on his cheeks, keeping his mouth open, letting his gagging noises being heard. Eijirou loved those noises, always made his dick even harder. Locking his eyes in Bakugou’s teary ones, he took a hold of the blond’s head and started pounding his throat, listening to those beautiful wet noises coming from it, moaning loudly at the feeling of his cock entering the thigh heat of Katsuki’s throat. The blond kept gagging but made no effort to move away, trying to stay steady, his fingers groping the redhead’s thighs, living red scratches marks on them. “Puke for me babe...” Kirishima kept the same rough pace, pounding in his throat with force, forcing his dick deeper and deeper in it, feeling the way it started to tighten around him. “Fuck, yeah babe, let it go, don’t hold it!”
A new wave of nausea hit Bakugou, who tried to jerk away, but Kirishima kept his head in place, forcing him to endure his throat being abused. Eijirou let go one of his hands, bringing it on Bakugou’s face, and pinched his nose with two of his fingers. Katsuki tried to violently jerk away, again, but it was no use. Closing his eyes, he felt overwhelmed, he was choking, gagging, and with another try of moving away, he felt his stomach contracting, and vomit came in his throat. Not able to hold it, it violently exploded in a sour and messy liquid, coming out from his mouth and nose, burning his nostrils, splashing on Kirishima’s lower abdomen, his thighs, his belly. It poured everywhere, dripping all over the, thankfully protected, floor. Kirishima let go of his head, his dick still deep inside Bakugou’s throat, looking down at him, with pure lust in his eyes.
“What a good boy, look at the mess you made! You did amazing babe!” Kirishima gently stroked Bakugou’s messy hair, cooing congratulations words to him. “I think I can now cum down your throat, don’t you think babe?” Bakugou didn’t trust his aching throat to speak and simply nodded. “Good boy! Open wide, show me how abused your throat is,” Katsuki opened his mouth wide, sticking again his tongue out, presenting his throat. It was red, swollen, and looked painful. Absolutely perfect. Putting one hand alongside Katsuki’s jawline, his thumb on the tip of his tongue, keeping it out of his mouth, taking his cock with his other, stroking himself on the flat of Katsuki’s tongue, biting his lower lip.
Jerking himself with vigor, he grunted and moaned while looking at his husband’s wrecked face, admiring the absolute mess that it was. Snot, drool, vomit, and, soon, his cum, to add to this beautiful piece of art. “Fuck, you look absolutely beautiful babe… You’re such a beautiful mess… I want to lick you clean…” Bakugou moaned, palming his own dick. “When I cum, I need to take a picture… I want to frame and expose it, so I can keep looking at your wrecked face…” It went directly into Katsuki’s cock, making him jerk his hips, finally jerking himself. “Fucking amazing…” Kirishima moaned louder, his chest vibrating, his hand moving even faster, making him growl, cursing under his breath. He suddenly aimed his dick right above Katsuki’s throat, his belly warm. “Fuck, fuck fuck! Ready babe?” Stroking himself one last time, thick spurts of cum finally coated Bakugou’s awaiting mouth and throat. Katsuki came right after in his palm, moaning loudly.
Taking a step back, Kirishima took a look at Bakugou’s face and told him to stay still. He searched for his phone and came back toward the blond once he found it. “Can’t let this view not being preserved. You’re a real piece of art babe!” A slight flush made his cheeks take a light shade of pink, before the flash of Kirishima’s phone almost blinded him. Eijirou moved away to put his phone on the nightstand, taking a look back at Bakugou. “It’s really a shame that we have to clean you up… I want to see you like that every day…”
Walking toward his husband, he helped him to his feet, the blond’s legs shaking like crazy. His throat was burning, raw and swollen. He would probably need medication, and ice, a lot of ice. Looking at the floor of their bedroom, he let his gaze on the mess that was on it. Kirishima laughed. “Good thing we thought of protecting it, I’m not sure if we could have been able to clean the wooden floor.” Bakugou nodded in agreement, pushing his head against his husband’s shoulder.
‘Come on babe, let’s go clean you up, we can take care of the plastic sheet later.”
Bakugou gladly followed him.