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“I want to lose my virginity.” 

Kirishima almost spits out his drink, almost spewing it across the table. Bakugou gives him a look but can he really blame Kirishima?

The thing is, Katsuki Bakugou is practically married to his job as a Pro Hero. He takes being a Pro very seriously, to the point where the Squad (and Midoriya on pretty bad days) have to drag him out of his apartment and remind him that he’s a human being too. 

That’s a long-winded way to say that Bakugou is a pretty big virgin. 

Not that it’s a big deal, certainly to none of them…

Well, ok Kirishima takes that back. It’s a pretty big deal to him. And it’s not because Kirishima is the complete opposite, going out almost every other night with the Squad. And it’s not because he’s very experienced. 

(Kirishima just likes to have fun and sex is fun!)

It’s a big deal because Kirishima has never had an actual relationship, with "I love yous" and hand-holding and the whole nine yards. Mostly because the one person he wants a relationship with is a certain blond that, up until recently, didn’t seem interested in anything of the kind. 

So yes, he thinks he has every reason to be choking on his drink, as Bakugou gives him a disdainful look, even as he hands him a napkin. It’s nice to know he cares, at least.

Especially since the rest of the Squad ignore him to instead throw excited questions at Bakugou, practically buzzing in their seats to find out why now . 

Bakugou just shrugs at them. “I’m curious, is all. Shitty Hair over here seems to like it, so why not?” 

Ashido is the most excited out of the group as she almost jumps across the table to grab at Bakugou’s hands. “You have to allow me to dress you up.” 

Bakugou grimaces, trying (and failing spectacularly) to pry his hands away. “Please don’t tell me this is going to be a thing .” 

“Of course this is going to be a thing , you rarely ask for our help,” Ashido says, eyebrows wiggling. Even her horns seem to be shivering in excitement. 

Traitor , Kirishima tinks with a sour pout. Ashido knows how he feels about Bakugou, why is she so eager to help him get with someone else?

“I’m not asking for your help now,” Bakugou growls but they all see the way his ears have gone pink.” 

“You totally are,’ Kaminari says, a wide shit-eating grin on his face. 

Sero, who has his chin resting on his hand, big elbows on the table, glances over at Kirishima. He also grins 

Traitors, Kirishima thinks again, sinking low in his chair, arms crossed. All of them are fucking traitors.

Bakugou sighs, finally getting his hands free, only to run one through his hair. “I wasn’t asking shit. I was only declaring my intention.” 

“Uh-huh,” Ashido says, flapping her hand at him. “We’ll discuss details later, but come on, Blasty,” she gives him a wide smirk, leaning forward, dangerously close to tipping their drinks over. Mischief twinkles in her eyes. “What’s the real reason why you changed your mind?” 

“Yeah, what happened to Mr. I-Rather-Die-Than-Let-An-Extra-Fuck-Me?” Sero chimes in. 

Kirishima can’t be sure, but he thinks Bakugou’s eyes flicker to him. 

But that could have been a trick of the light. 

Bakugou stalls, taking another sip of his drink, keeping them on the edge of their seat. Finally, he sets his drink down, fingers playing with the rim. Finally, he looks at them. “I’m just curious,” he repeats. “It probably won’t kill me to try it at least once.” 

“When you say, try it at least once, what do you mean by it ?” Kaminari asks. 

Bakugou lets out a loud huff. “Fucking...I don’t know. Anything? Everything? Fuck, I haven’t even kissed someone, so take that to mean what you will.” 

Kirishima’s gut stirs at that. Bakugou hadn’t even kissed someone? 

And he just wants to give that away?

“You know, I would be shocked that you haven’t even kissed, but it is you, so somehow that’s not surprising,” Sero says, raising an eyebrow as he drinks. 

“Are you sure you just want to...jump right into it?” Ashido asks. “There’s a lot of steps between kissing and fucking.” 

“I know that,” Bakugou snaps. “I’ve done my research-” 

“Research, you say?” Kaminari interrupts, wiggling his eyebrows. 

Bakugou ignores him. “Look, I’m not even sure I’ll want to do anything again. So.” He shrugs. “Might as well get it all over now.” 

“You make it sound like it’s a burden.” 

Kirishima is surprised that the words came from him. It’s the first thing he’s said since the conversation started. The entire table turns to look at him. Bakugou frowns and Kirishima frowns back. 

“Is it not?” Bakugou asks, challenge clear in his voice, shoulders hunched. Ready for a battle. And while Kirishima would usually laugh at how quick Bakugou is to look like a drenched cat when questioned about anything, he feels that challenge crackle along his skin. 

He kind of feels like he’s going into battle too. 

“Not if you’re doing it with the right person,” Kirishima shoots back. 

Ashido, Kaminari, and Sero have all scooted to one side of the table, holding their breath, looking back and forth between them. Ashido is chomping down on the bar-provided pretzels. 

Bakugou rolls his eyes. “Of course you think that.” 

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” His voice is a near growl. 

“ You don’t seem to have any problems finding the right person.”

“ You’ve never seemed to have a problem with it,” Kirishima says stiffly. To be honest, the words hurt, especially coming from Bakugou . 

He likes sex. He has never hidden that, not even from the public. And he’s gotten shit from others before because of it. But he’s always ignored them. Sex doesn’t define him or his work, so it’s easy to just dismiss everyone else. 

It’s not so easy to dismiss Bakugou. The words sting. 

“I don’t,” Bakugou says. But he looks away. 

“It certainly seems like you do,” Kirishima pushes. He has to push this. Has to know what his best friend- or who he thought was his best friend- really thought of him. 

Bakugou gnashes his teeth together, a storm settling over his face. 

For the first time in forever, Kirishima finds himself getting impatient as Bakugou searches for words. He scoots his chair back, startling them all. “I’m going to go get something to drink,” he growls. 

He ignores the way they all look at the full drink in front of him as he stomps away.

He sits at the bar, drowning a shot, and tries to ignore how hurt he feels. He knows, logically, that he shouldn’t be jealous or angry that Bakugou wants to go out sleeping with strangers. Bakugou has every right to sleep with anyone he wants. 

Kirishima can be hurt by Bakugou calling him a slut, though. He never thought Bakugou would ever think anything like that. Like, Bakugou has even stood up against assholes that like to jeer at Ashido for enjoying sex just as much as Kirishima. 

Fuck, Bakugou knocked out a dude for trying that shit in front of him once. And only once. 

So why was it different when Kirishima did it?

He sighs and flags down the bartender for another shot. Something harder. 

He finds he especially needs it when Bakugou sits down next to him and orders the same thing. Kirishima scowls and considers walking away. But before he can, Bakugou stops him. 

“Look, I’m fucking sorry.” 

Kirishima doesn’t get up. But he also still doesn’t look at him. 

This time, he allows Bakugou to take his time thinking. 

“I...I really don’t have a problem with you sleeping around. Of fucking course not, fuck Kirishima. Your body, your choice. As long as you’re safe, I don’t care.”

“You kind of sounded like you cared back there,” Kirishima says, though it doesn’t come out harsh. More curious. More desperate to know what Bakugou means. 

Bakugou sighs, running a hand through his hair. He bites his bottom lip and Kirishima can’t help looking at it. 

Thinking about kissing it. 

Thinks about doing more with it, wrapped around his-

“How long have you known that you were gay?” Bakugou asks and the question jolts Kirishima out of his suddenly dirty thoughts. 

“Um, oh, since...middle school? But what does that have to do-” 

“That research I mentioned earlier wasn’t just about how to do all that fucking sex stuff,” Bakugou huffs and looks away. The tips of his ears are red. 

Kirishima stares at him, blinking. “Wait, Bakugou, are you saying you’re gay?”

Bakugou shrugs, looking vaguely uncomfortable. “That’s the thing. I don’t know. It’s not like I look at guys and think ‘ wow, I want to suck his dick ’ or something. But it’s the same for women. Or anyone else. I just-” Bakugou cuts himself off. 

If he keeps running his hands through his hair, he’s going to rip those beautiful golden strands out. 

It’s almost natural by now for Kirishima to reach for his hand and give it a squeeze. “I’m your bro, dude. You can tell me anything, no judgment here.” 

Bakugou snorts but there’s a small smile there. He pauses for a few minutes more, then turns towards Kirishima. “Ok, look. I’m also not judging and you know I always say the wrong thing. But I'm trying, ok. That whole using your fucking words thing that I just love , you know? So wait for me to finish before you get huffy.” 

Kirishima raises an eyebrow but nods. He gave his bro-word. He can’t take that back. Even if Bakugou tells himself something he doesn’t want to hear. 

Bakugou seems to search for something in his face before nodding. He takes a deep breath. “I don’t understand casual sex.” 

Kirishima blinks, his shoulders automatically rising again. But he gave his word. And he’ll hear Bakugou out. 

“That’s not against you or Ashido or fucking anyone, ok. I just don’t fucking...how do you go out and allow some rando to touch you? Someone you can’t know if you can trust? Someone who you’ll just see for that night?” 

Bakugou looks past him, eyes staring into the distance. “It’s always driven me crazy. Not because I think it’s morally wrong or anything fucking stupid like that. But I thought it was unusual. A you thing. That then became a you and Ashido thing. And then Kaminari brings up that he had a one-night stand and Sero adds his own experience with that. I overheard Uraraka talking with Yaoyorozu about how disappointing one guy was and she’s glad he was just a random man she met at a club. And Yaoyorozu agrees with her. Even Fucking Deku and fucking IcyHot have casual sex.”

“And I’m left with the realization...that I’m the odd one out. Again . That my thinking, that casual sex was odd, that, of course, everyone waited, that love or lust at first sight was fucking a thing for children before they gree the fuck up...all of that was wrong .” Bakugou never shrinks. He never backs down, not really. But here, he moves in a way like he wants to be smaller. Less seen. “So now all I can think of is...am I wrong? Is this another thing I had wrong, that I had just assumed was the truth and everyone was laughing at me behind my back? That I’m the child that needs to grow up?”

His fingers tap against the bar, an odd rhythm. “I tried to look it up. Tried to search for what the answer may be. And...I hit on a few things, that I’m not sure about, but theories I might try out.” Bakugou huffs and finally looks at Kirishima. “So. that’s it. That’s the reason why I want to lose my virginity.” 

Kirishima opens his mouth, then shuts it. He has to be careful, he knows. Bakugou is always defensive whenever he opens any feelings that don’t involve anger. So he squeezes Bakugou’s hand. “Ok, so now you have to promise to listen to what I have to say.” 

Bakugou makes a face but he nods. 

Kirishima smiles. “First, thank you for trusting me. I know you have a hard time...with everything that has to do with feelings. It always makes me feel special that you are able to talk to me about these things.” 

Bakugou looks down, tips of his ears red again. “You are special, idiot,” he mumbles. 

Hearing that makes Kirishima’s heart skips a beat but he barrels on, not wanting to get distracted from what he has to say. “Nope, bro. No talking, remember?” 

Bakugou scowls at him but Kirishima sees the faint way his lips twitch upwards. “Fucking...fine. Let’s get this over with, I’m already starting to get hives.” 

Kirishima chuckles. “Look, ok. I know you have this desire to have the entire universe figured out. It’s usually very admirable, I love your passion. But you know you can take your time exploring yourself, right? You don’t have to jump into anything. In fact, you really shouldn’t, not if it’s going to make you uncomfortable. You think you are queer? Then that’s all you need to know right now. You don’t have to put a label on it. You’re queer no matter what. And if you want to put a label on it, it doesn’t have to be permanent. So don’t stress yourself about finding it out.”

Bakugou narrows his eyes, considering him. “But the rest of the squad seem so sure of themselves. Everyone seems to know right away.”

“I didn’t,” Kirishima says. “Not really. Like, I went through a whole phase where I told myself that I only ‘appreciated’ men and just wanted to be like them. That whole manly thing you know. It was only when I was at a party, playing spin the bottle, and had to kiss this girl from my class and felt really...nothing. Even with all my bros nudging me or trying to high-five me for it.” 

Bakugou snorts. “Really?” 

“As I was informed,” Kirishima says, dryly, “she was very pretty and I was a lucky boy. Even more so when she asked me out.” 

Bakugou raises an eyebrow. “So what happened?” 

“I turned her down. I got called an idiot for it but I couldn’t imagine kissing her again. Of course, I just assumed that was a one-time thing. But after telling my friends why I turned her down, they tried to find out who I thought was pretty. And I honestly couldn’t come up with an answer. None of the girls were my type.”   

Kirishima smiles, softly, remembering the whole conversation fondly. “So then they had me explain what my type was and I did. They all gave me an odd look and then said I basically described our Quirk Exercise teacher.”

Bakugou snorts, mouth curling up into a smirk. “You didn’t.”

“I did . Apparently, I had a crush on him that I thought was just me admiring his manliness.” 

“Oh, I bet you were,” Bakugou wiggles his eyebrows. 

Kirishima shoves at him. “Look, I was a baby gay, you can’t make fun of me.”  

“Too fucking bad, I’m going to hold this over you forever, Shitty Hair.” 

Kirishima rolls eyes, bumping his shoulder against him. “ Anyways . The point is that I didn't figure myself out right away. And even then I went through so many labels before settling on gay.” 

Bakugou hums. He orders two more shots for them. “I see your point.” 

“Good.” 

But I still want to lose my virginity. I just...I have to know , you know.” 

Kirishima sighs and throws back his shot. “If you’re sure. Just...promise me you’ll be careful.” 

“Of fucking course,” Bakugou. He throws his back too, looking away. “Why the fuck do you think I told you extras?” 

Jealousy was still simmering in Kirishima’s stomach, in the back, thinking of Bakugou figuring himself out with someone else, but it was briefly overwhelmed by how warm that admission made him feel. “You want us to help you out?” 

Bakugou sniffs, nose in the air. “If you want.” 

“Like you’re going to stop Ashido and Kaminari from witnessing this.” Kirishima is grinning, he knows, wide and bright, and he has the urge to drag Bakugou into a hug. 

He might be slightly drunk. 

Blinking the urge away, he stretches. “Speaking of, we should head back. They’re probably losing their fucking minds and who knows what trouble they’re getting into.” 

Bakugou goes to stand up and Kirishima grabs his hand. Bakugou looks back at him and Kirishima can’t stop the soft smile that overcomes him. “Also, you know Bakugou, you're not wrong . Nothing about you is wrong or off. You’re just you and nothing can be wrong with that.” 

Bakugou blinks back at him, mouth slightly open. 

Kirishima stands up. “You’re right. We should go back.” 

Bakugou trails behind him, back to the table. Kirishima can feel his eyes burning on his back.

~

The next time they all have time off, Ashido texts them to come to her apartment. “Because I know if we don’t do this right away, Bakugou will find a reason to keep putting it off,” she says with a wink. 

Bakugou scowls at her and shouts that he isn’t a coward. 

But they all know this isn’t about being a coward, so they laugh it off and smush themselves inside her bedroom. 

Kirishima can’t help sitting by the headboard of her, coincidentally the farthest away from where the others are playing dress-up. He’s not trying to distance himself from the reality setting in before him, or that’s what he tells himself. He ignores the way Kaminari and Sero keep glancing at him and does his best to be as helpful as possible. 

Which...ok yeah, he’s not very helpful at all but he doesn’t think he would be anyway. 

(He has a fashion sense, he swears! It’s just, his fashion sense doesn’t match up with the rest of the squad.)

Bakugou looks sinful in everything. Ashido sticks to his usual color scheme, dressing him all in black. But there’s certainly nothing baggy about the pants she seems to paint him in. They show off his powerful muscular legs as they wrap themself around toned thighs. 

Kirishima can’t help but wish Bakugou would crush his head between them. 

There are strategically placed rips to show off tantalizing peeks of skin, perfect for him to bite into. 

The shirt isn’t much better. It’s like the damn thing is trying to push up Bakugou’s pecs, making them seem almost perky. The others had laughed at Ashido’s suggestion that Bakugou wears one of her bras but Kirishima’s dry mouth can’t help thinking it might be needed.

He looks like a damn meal and Kirishima is being left to starve. 

It had taken a good few hours for the dress-up game to end, Ashido has to beg, plead, and blackmail him into a few suggestions. During that time, Sero and Kaminari had been pre-gaming, passing a bottle between the two of them. 

And Kirishima had just been staring. 

Ashido brushes some glitter lip gloss over his pouty lips (to help draw the eye, she had said), a bit of blush on his cheeks, and just enough eyeshadow to compliment the eyeliner he already had on.  

“Annnnndddd...done!” She pronounces, proudly stepping away to look at her masterpiece. The others crowd around and Kirishima finally lifts himself out of the bed, though he hopes no on notices the slight chub he’s sporting. 

He doesn’t think looking closer at Bakugou is going to help with that. 

Distracted as they all are, especially with Kaminari antagonizing Bakugou, they don’t notice that Ashido sneaks off. 

They don’t notice that is till she slams her door with a loud thump. 

They all turn to her as she leans against the door, arms crossed. “And now for the real reason I call you all here,” she says. It’s weird seeing her so serious. Kirishima feels a chill go down his spine. 

And then she opens her mouth. “Bakugou, you’re going to give us all a kiss. Full, on the lips, kiss.” 

As expected, Bakugou blows up.  

Not that Kirishima can blame him. He’s having trouble keeping himself in check. 

“What the fuck do you mean, Alien Freak?” Bakugou shouts, full-on bristling. 

Ashido raises her hands but she does not move from the door. Standing strong against his immediate rage. “Listen to me before you completely lose your shit, ok? Look, you want to lose your virginity, right? No one is going to let you get very far if you’re a bad kisser.” 

The silence is loud. 

Kaminari recovers first. “Yeah, man. If you slobber over them like a dog, they’re going to leave your ass behind quicker than you can curse them out.” 

“Are you saying that from experience?” Sero teases. Kirishima looks at him, mouth open to see that he’s looking at Bakugou, fingers cupping his chin, considering. Is he...is he actually thinking about doing this?

Kaminari winks. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve been a smooth operator since the day I was born.” 

Bakugou’s ears are pink. “I’m not a bad kisser,” he says, but his eyes are darting around the room, like he’s seconds away from blasting himself out. 

Ashido raises an eyebrow and cocks her hip. “Yeah? And how you know? You already admitted you’ve never kissed someone before.” 

Bakugou frowns, but before he can speak up, she barrels on, voice softer. 

“Look, Blasty. I’m standing firm on this. It’s good to get your feet underneath you before your thrust into the claws of the public...but mostly, I think you should have at least one of your firsts with someone you trust. This is a big step for you, but even I would be nervous to give that all to a complete stranger. Sooooo...share your first kiss with us. Because you know we won’t steer you wrong.” 

Kirishima opens his mouth, trying to think of anything to argue with that . And then his eyes catch Bakugou’s. Whose chewing on his bottom lip. 

Wait...is he actually considering this?

Kirishima starts to panic. 

He does agree with Ashido. It’s a smart move. Leaving all your fists up to a stranger is just asking for a disaster, or worse, disappointment . And it wouldn’t hurt to teach Bakugou some basics so he doesn’t make a fool out of himself, something Kirishima knows Bakugou will appreciate. 

But Ashido said she wanted him to kiss all of them! 

His poor gay heart can not handle that. 

He looks everywhere at once, desperately trying to think of an excuse. Like they’re magnetized, though, his eyes find Bakugou’s again. 

And, as panicked as he is, he has no way to defend himself from the way Bakugou stalks over. Has no way to stop the blond from grabbing his hair and pulling him down. Has no way to prepare as Bakugou’s lips smash against his. 

Ashido is right. Bakugou is a horrible kisser and not many people would look past that first second where their teeth are clicking together and Bakugou is practically slobbering on him.

Except for Kirishima. Holy hell is he looking past all of that.

The kiss is passion and fire and even with how messy and awkward Bakugou is holding onto him or how his teeth catch against Kirishima’s lips, Kirishima finds his eyes closing. 

Automatically, his hands go to Bakugou’s hips, holding him tight. He moves, taking control, slowing Bakugou down so that they can tilt their heads, slot their lips more naturally.  

Bakugou pulls away too soon. Kirishima can’t help the way he immediately goes for a second, chaste kiss. 

Then he remembers what the hell he’s doing, eyes widening as he pushes away. 

Bakugou’s face is red, but Kirishima isn’t much better. 

Sero, the devil in human form, asks “So? How was he?” 

Kirishima swallows, trying to reboot his brain. “It, uh, it was messy.” He clears his throat, hating how squeaky he sounds. “But not bad! Just...inexperienced.” 

“Then let’s give the man some more experience!” Kaminari says. Moving fast, fast enough to remind them the reason why he’s a Pro Hero too, Kaminari grabs the front of Bakugou’s shirt and brings him in for a kiss. 

Kirishima has had his fair share of platonic kisses. Hell, he’s kissed almost every one of the Squad (well, all of them now), Uraraka, and even Midoriya when he got particularly wasted. 

That does not stop the instant urge he has to rip Bakugou from Kaminari’s grasp, press him close to his side, and kiss the taste of Kaminari away. 

That bastard slipped in a tongue, Kirishima just knows it. 

Kaminari pulls away with a sigh, licking his lips. Bakugou’s flaming face lets Kirishima know just how right he is. 

“And there is your lesson on how to french kiss.” 

...did he just send Kirishima a wink? 

Kirishima has to fight the urge to flip him off. 

“I guess it’s my turn,” Sero says. 

He slides up to Bakugou, actually gives the man time to prepare now, before drawing him in for a longer, slower kiss. 

They’re killing Kirishima. This is an assassination attempt for sure. 

Sero places one hand on the back of Bakugou’s neck, the other on his waist. They all watch the way Bakugou shivers. 

Sero pulls away and a bit of spit connects the two. 

Kirishima’s hands harden. 

“See, not everything has to be rough and fast,” Sero tells Bakugou. “Slow and steady can be just as seductive.” 

He also winks at Kirishima.

Kirishima is about ready to be down a few less friends. 

“My turn,” Ashido shouts. She bounces over and has to practically bend Bakugou in half to kiss him. 

Bakugou’s hands hover for a second, before he settles them on her, gently, like he’s afraid to hurt her. 

Her kiss is neither fast nor slow. It seems more...intimate. They pull away and this time, Bakugou actually smiles. Ashido laughs, patting his chest. 

“A fast learner for sure.” Her grin turns a little more devilish. “Kiri, how about you test that out, see if he improved?” 

Kirishima doesn’t even hesitate. He moves without thinking.

Bakugou stares at him, eyes wide and mouth open, and Kirishima practically dips him, their lips connecting. 

The first kiss was electric, but this one felt like they could start a wildfire. 

Kirishima stays in control, licking the taste of the others away so all Bakugou is left with is him . 

And Ashido is right. Bakugou is a fast learner, but Kirishima should have already guessed that. 

Their lips move together like they were made for each other. Kirishima has never wanted to waste his days more than by spending them just kissing Bakugou forever. 

It feels like it goes on for ages. 

In reality, they pull away after a few seconds. 

They stare at each other, both of their eyes wide. Both of their faces are red. Both of their hands were shaking. 

They break eye contact, Bakugou coughing, raising a hand to his face. 

Kirishima wipes his lips with the back of his hand, as if he could wipe Bakugou out of his system. “Yeah. Quick learner for sure,” he says, not looking at the others. Maybe if he tries hard enough, he can pretend that he isn’t ready to vibrate out of his skin. 

Ashido breaks the tense moment by clapping her hands together. “Great,” she says, voice chipper as if nothing was wrong. “Then if we’re ready, we should head out!” 

Right. Head out. 

So Bakugou can lose his virginity. To someone else. 

Kirishima wipes his lips harder.

~

Since Ashido is the one picking the club, Kirishima half expected her to head to her usual place, a techno club bursting at the seams with neon lights and blaring sounds. Kirishima himself loved the place, the music so loud it stopped him from thinking. 

He could just close his eyes and lose himself in the pit of bodies, grinding and dancing, and leaving with a few lipstick stains. But as they drive, Kirishima is finding himself dreading it. 

Because that would be Bakugou grinding and losing himself in the mob of bodies. 

It would be Bakugou he has to watch someone put their hands all over. 

Bakugou , who would be lead away to the bathrooms or a dark corner to get his own lipstick stains and lose another one of his firsts. 

Sero and Kaminari are halfway to drunk already, having finished one bottle and working on their second. Kirishima wonders if he could use the excuse of driving them home just so he doesn’t have to watch how this night ends. 

And then they get to the place. 

“We’re here~” Ashido sings, after managing to snag a parking space fairly close by. 

Kirishima frowns. “This isn’t Fluid Beats .” 

“Of course not, silly. Our little duckling is just getting his feet wet, I’m not about to throw him into the deep end.” 

“I’m not a fucking duckling,” Bakugou yells from the back, squished between Sero and Kaminari, where he had been trying to keep them from spilling on each other like toddlers. A quick look back and Kirishima blinks in surprise. 

There’s the faintest hint of redness to Bakugou’s cheeks, like he’s flushed.

Glancing at the bottle laying almost forgotten in Kaminari’s hands, Kirishima raises an eyebrow. Was Bakugou drinking from it too? Katsuki Bakugou, professional stick up his ass, straight lace, who hardly ever lets himself go long enough to get drunk, is already flush . And the night hadn’t truly begun yet. 

It sends a jolt through Kirishima. 

Bakugou was nervous . 

Kirishima wants to smack himself. Of course, Bakugou would be nervous. All of this is new to him. Even if he usually had a spine of steel, that doesn’t he never got nervous.

Especially since Kirishima knows that this is more than just about him losing his virginity. 

“Whatever you say, baby,” Ashido says, turning to give Bakugou a wink. “This is better for what you want anyways.” 

It’s not noticeable, not to anyone who isn’t paying close attention. But Kirishima sees it. 

The brief way Bakugou tenses, how his eyes dart around as he sniffs, pretending to be unaffected as he spits out “Fine.” 

They pile out of the car and Kirishima stands straighter, shoulders set back. He was being selfish. Bakugou needs his friends , even if he won’t ask for it. He needs a support system. 

And that’s what Kirishima is going to be for him. The best wingman Bakugou could ask for.

~

It takes till they get to the door for Kirishima to realize just what kind of place this is. 

“Mina,” the female bouncer purrs, bringing Mina in for a hug. 

Ashido smirks back, pressing herself in close. “It’s been too long, Nat.” 

“Indeed it has. Are you here for your usual?” 

“Nah.” Ashido waves at the four boys trailing her. “I have friends with me.” 

Nat nods. “Then a group room it is. I’ll send Silvia your way.”   

“You’re the best.” Ashido gives her a wink. 

Kirishima is also pretty sure Ashido also cops a feel as she passes by. Nat giggles. 

Kirishima immediately pulls her aside once they get inside. “Ashido,” he hisses. “What happened to not throwing Bakugou into the deep end?” 

“I told you, we’re getting his feet wet. Our duckling is learning to swim after all.” She smirks. 

“But here ? You want to do this here ?” 

“And what’s wrong with here?” Ashido asks, crossing her arms. 

“This is a sex club!” 

It isn’t officially known as a sex club. Just an “entertainment” place. The bottom floor is exclusively reserved for dancing, a big bar taking up the entire left side. Even now, Kirishima can hear the DJ playing, low bass singing to him, trying to draw him to the floor, to get lost among the bodies there. 

The top floors are split. Near the stairs is a restaurant, specializing in sinfully delicious desserts. But in the back…

In the back were the Rooms. 

Kirishima has only been here once or twice, and only to dance and eat. He’s never gone to the Rooms, but he has heard about them plenty of times from Uraraka and Ashido. 

Ashido sighs. She looks over to make sure Kaminari and Sero are distracting Bakugou. She lowers her voice. “Look, Kirishima, this is literally the best option. Everyone here is looking for sex. Those that don’t have wrist bands to show that. So we don’t have to worry about Bakugou accidentally flirting with the wrong person. And, not to put Blasty on blast, you know, but he’s not...exactly a social butterfly. I know he wants to go about this a bit more naturally but I’m pretty sure he’s going to overcorrect and come off a little too aggressively. Which is where the Rooms come into play.” 

She bites her lip and blows out a breath. “And I know you boys don't worry about this as much as I do, but hiring a sex worker is also the safest route. They will only go as far as he pays them too. He wants to go all the way? Great! But if he gets too uncomfortable, he can back out without a fight or some asshole trying to convince him to go further.” 

Kirishima blinks. “You’re...right. I didn’t think of that. That’s...that’s actually a pretty great plan, Ashido.” 

“That’s because I’m a great person,” Ashido says, brightly. She claps Kirishima on the back. “Now let’s go. Silvia will get us all comfortable.” 

~

There were fifteen rooms in total. Ten casual rooms, three semi-pricey ones, and two VIPs. 

Ashido was apparently a VIP holder. She flashes a card at the bouncer and they’re shown to their room. 

They're met by another woman. She’s tall, taller than even Kirishima, hair tied in a bun. She’s wearing a latex corset, tight leather pants, and high high heels. 

She dips Ashido, giving her a deep kiss, before pulling back. 

“It has been too long since I’ve seen my favorite customer,” the woman says. 

Ashido giggles. And blushes. Kirishima has to do a double-take at that. 

“Don’t lie to me, Saliva,” Ashido says, wiping her finger against her cheek. “Yaoyorozu is your favorite.” 

“Lies and slander,” Saliva says. “Lies and slander,” she repeats with a purr. 

Ashido’s eyes lower. She licks her lips. “Maybe later. I’m actually here to celebrate with some friends.” 

“Ah,” Saliva pulls back. She glances at the others, eyebrows raised.”Kaminari, honey, it’s great to see you again.” She gives him a kiss on the cheek. “But I do not know these other sweets?” 

Ashido gestures to each of them. “Sero, Kirishima, and Bakugou. My platonic soulmates.” 

Silvia’s eyes light up. “Ah, this is the Squad you told me so much about. So nice to finally meet you all. You said you're celebrating?” 

“A personal achievement,” Ashido says. “Of sorts. So I thought I’d treat my boys.” 

“And a treat for your boys is a treat for us. You’ll let them know about the rules?” 

“Absolutely. Could we get our tab started, some shots to start off?” 

“Celebration shots, on the way. Make yourself comfortable, sweets, I shall be back.” 

The room is large. Large enough to fit a comfortable-looking bed, soft pillows and blankets, as well as a large circular couch with a stripper pole in the middle. To the side is a small minibar. Kaminari immediately flops on the bed, snuggling his face in the covers. Sero sighs and sits down.

Kirishima looks at Bakugou, who doesn’t seem to know what to do. 

Kirishima reaches back, grabbing his hand. Bakugou seems to jolt, flushing more. But he does not pull away. 

“Hey, let’s sit down. Relax for a bit.” Kirishima jerks his head at the couch. Bakugou bites his bottom lip but lets Kirishima pull him that way. 

“Ok, guys.” Ashido claps her hands together. “Here’s the low down. Always wear these.” She holds up gold wrist bands. “Flash them at the bodyguard and you can go anywhere you want. The dance floor is free and any drink you order, just put under my name.” 

“That’s very generous of you,” Sero says. 

Seh waves him off. “I already have a tab here. Don’t worry. Plus, as I told Silvia, this is a celebration.” 

Bakugou huffs, looking away. “Thank you for not being fucking embarrassing.” 

“Aww, Bakubabe, nothing to be embarrassed about. And trust me, none of the workers care that much. Plus, they’ll be very happy to help you if you want.” 

Bakugou just looks down at his hands. 

“Speaking of,” Ashido continues. “If you want to participate in any of the workers, there’s a menu here.” She lifts a piece of paper from the minibar there. “Just make a call to the front to let them know.” 

“The restaurant, you’re on your own though.” 

“Hey,” Kirishima says, nudging Bakugou with his shoulder. 

Bakugou side-eyes him, wobbling with the push. “What?” 

“Maybe you should drink some water before you take that shot? You’re looking a little,” he picks his words carefully, “buzzed.” 

Bakugou scowls. “I’m fine.” 

“Sure, so your tapping foot is?” 

Bakugou looks down, as if surprised by his own twitchy leg. He forces himself to stop. “Ok, fine, I’m a little wired, I think I have every right to be.” 

Kirishima chuckles, putting up his hands. “Hey, man, I’m not judging. I’m just saying, a little water would probably help.” 

Bakugou sighs, running a hand through his hair. Kirishima doesn’t mention that he has glitter in those soft blond locks. “Ok, ok, I see your point.” He slumps on the couch. “Maybe I do need some water.” 

“Already got it,” Sero says, handing them both a cup. 

Bakugou blinks up at him. “That was fast.” 

Sero winks. “I’m here to help you get laid, remember? Throwing up and passing out isn’t going to help make that happen.” 

Bakugou flips him off but takes the glass, drinking it down in large gulps. 

Silvia comes back with those celebration shots and Ashido raises hers. “To our boy. Whatever may happen tonight, may he find what he’s looking for.” 

“And may he receive all the best orgasms,” Kaminari throws in. 

They all throwback their shots. It’s noticeable that Bakugou takes longer. 

Kirishima makes a split-second decision. “Let’s go dance.” 

~

The DJ knows exactly what sort of club she’s playing at, all the songs either slow and sensual or fast and heart-thumping enough to get the blood going. 

Kirishima and Bakugou are the only ones to go dance. Ashido had been snagged by Silvia. Sero and Kaminari decided to go to the restaurant to split one of their rich chocolate cakes. 

Which, Kirishima thinks as they press themselves into the crowd, means he should have thought this through. 

Because now the two of them are looking at each other. 

The dance floor grinds around them, hands gliding down their bodies, pulling them into bumping hips and jiggling asses. 

But Kirishima’s eyes are only on Bakugou. 

Bakugou stares back. 

“Come on, big guy,” someone whispers, wrapping a hand around Kirishima’s chest. “Dance with me.” 

And then Kirishima is being turned, dragged further into the pit. 

And he does try. Tries to get involved with his dance partner, tries not to mind as he’s passed from person to person. Tries to think about going home with one of them. They’re all begging for it. Their hands are groping, their eyes are dark, and their lips are pouty. 

But they’re all not Bakugou. 

Kirishima catches glimpse of him, of Bakugou with his own partners. Squished between tits and asses, people whispering to him.

Their eyes meet. 

And then Kirishima is pulled into another dance. 

Kirishima eventually has to pull away. He knows, after three failed attempts, that he can not give these men what they want. 

He goes to get a drink. Just water, something cool to combat the heat. When he comes back, leaning against the bar, his eyes find blond locks with glitter in their hair.  

He has always been able to pick Bakugou out of a crowd. 

And he sees the blond with his head tipped back, lips attached to his collarbone. His eyes are closed. And Kirishima...Kirishima can’t look away. There’s heat in his stomach, an odd mixture of jealousy and desire. 

Because even if there’s someone else licking a pather along Bakugou’s skin, this is still Bakugou.

Bakugou showing his own desire. 

Then Bakugou’s eyes open. 

And they meet Kirishima’s. 

The song playing through the club lowers to a deep throbbing beat, that goes along with his racing heart. He can’t break his gaze away from Bakugou’s though, red eyes hypnotizing him. His feet move on their own, walking him across the floor to where Bakugou is still being ground on. When he gets close, Bakugou breaks free, moving into his embrace. 

They hear the stranger Bakugou had been dancing with a huff, but neither cares. 

Kirishima wraps two hands around Bakugou’s waist, bringing him close, hips swaying, silently asking for Bakugou to join him in dancing. Bakugou puts his hands on his shoulders, like they’re meant to be there, and the two fit together like puzzle pieces. 

Bakugou leans up and Kirishima leans down. He doesn’t know what he was expecting, eyes trained on Bakugou’s lips. 

But Bakugou leans past, dodging his face, to instead lean up and whisper in his ear. “Thanks for saving me.” 

Kirishima kicks himself for thinking things he shouldn’t. Instead, he leans his head on Bakugou’s shoulder. “No problem, man,” he whispers back. 

“It’s just,” Bakugou twirls them. “I can’t...I can’t stand their hands on me. Can’t stand them touching me.” 

Kirishima thinks that over, spinning them again. “Is it a gender thing?” 

Bakugou huffs. “I... don’t think so. It’s just...when someone touches me, it’s like my skin crawls. I know what they want and it’s like my body is rebelling against the very idea.” 

“Do you feel that way when Kaminari or Ashido or Sero touch you?” 

“No, but they don’t touch me with other intentions in mind.” 

Kirishima swallows and lifts his head back up to look down at Bakugou. He speaks before he can think better of it. “Then, do you feel that way when I touch you?” 

Bakugou stops swaying. 

They stand in the middle of the dance floor, staring at each other. Kirishima isn’t sure he’s breathing. 

Bakugou opens his mouth and the answer almost gets drowned out by the music.  

“No.” 

Kirishima inhales. He lifts one hand to cup Bakugou’s face. Bakugou leans into it, but he does not break eye contact. 

“Do you-” Kirishima breaks himself off, looking for the words he wants to say. “Can I kiss you? Please?” 

He sees the way Bakugou takes a deep breath. Then he shakily nods his head, blond fluffy hair swaying with the movement. 

Kirishima takes his time, lifting his other hand up, both now cradling Bakugou’s face. He leans down, giving Bakugou plenty of time to back away. But Bakugou doesn’t. 

Their lips find each other, soft and plush. Kirishima can taste the alcohol Bakugou was drinking. It’s a slow kiss and Kirishima has to remind himself it’s technically their third. To him, it feels like he’s kissing Bakugou for the first time all over again. 

They pull back, briefly, eyes catching again. Then Bakugou is pulling him back in. They kiss a little rougher, a little faster, Bakugou coaxing Kirishima’s teeth out to play and nip and bite his lips red. 

His hands move, one ot the back of Bakugou’s head to keep him steady, the other back down to his waist. 

The club continues to beat around them, the air hot. Kirishima can feel his own sweat, can sort of smell the caramel scent of Bakugou’s. It just makes him want to kiss Bakugou more. 

He moans. 

Then freezes. 

But Bakugou moans back, mouth opening slightly, tongue licking at Kirishima’s lips. Kirishima can’t stop his noises now, can’t help but want to hear more of Bakugou’s. 

It’s some time when they finally break apart, both breathing hard. 

“Shit,” Bakugou whispers. 

“Shit,” Kirishima repeats. 

And then someone bumps into them and reality sets in. They both pull back, letting go of each other. Kirishima’s hands feel cold, missing the heat of warm skin beneath them. 

Kirishima clears his throat. “Did… you hate that?” 

Bakugou might be blushing but it’s hard to say in the dark of the club. “No, I-I didn’t,” he stutters out. 

Kirishima tries his hardest to not feel pleased by that. “So then, maybe you hate being surprised with touches? Or need to form a connection with someone before you move onto kissing?” 

Bakugou looks down at the ground, his eyebrows furrowing. He at least considers it, before shaking his head. “I won’t know for sure until I try. And I can’t do that. Here? You know I can’t.” 

“Well, you don’t have to sleep with anyone,” Kirishima reminds him again. “You don’t have to push yourself if it makes you uncomfortable.” 

“It’s not that I’m uncomfortable,” Bakugou says. “It’s just that I don’t want extras to touch me.” He looks down again, biting his bottom lip and Kirishima can’t help but want to lick it. 

Then his head snaps up, eyes drilling into Kirishima’s. “I don’t want an extra to fuck me,” he repeats, slowly, “but you’re not an extra.” 

Oh fuc-

Bakugou grabs the front of Kirishima’s shirt and pulls him down. “Fuck me, Kirishima.” 

Kirishima’s eyes dilate, he breathes through his nose, inhaling more caramel scent. Like this, he can se straight down Bakugou’s shirt, to that creamy expanse of skin and slight swell of his pecs. 

Bakugou’s eyes are burning him alive as he waits for Kirishima’s answer. 

“No.” 

Bakugou recoils like Kirishima physically punched him. His eyes go guarded, body turning away from him, lips turned down into an angry scowl. It’s like Kirishima can literally see the walls coming back up. 

Kirishima grabs his wrist to stop him from running away, cutting through any angry curse Bakugou can give him. “I can’t sleep with you, Bakugou. Not if you’re expecting no feelings to be involved.” Kirishima’s heart is rapid-fire as he rushes to explain. “I-I like you and I can’t sleep with you and not come away wanting more. You’re better off finding someone else who can do that.” 

Bakugou hesitates, body slowly turning back towards him. He’s still scowling, but there is no cursing. No running away. 

“You have...feelings for me?” Bakugou asks, like he doesn’t understand the words. “What feelings?” 

“What feelings?” Kirishima repeats. 

“Yeah,” Bakugou says. “Is it...really deep friendship? IN my research I came across something that talked about queerplatonic, platonic bonds that run deep. Is it like that?” 

“Trust me, Bakugou,” Kirishima says, a slight laugh in his voice to cover up how nervous he feels. “My feelings for you are anything but platonic.” 

That makes Bakugou go silent again. He’s back to biting his bottom lip. “Can you describe them for me?” 

Kirishima stops and thinks about it for a second. He starts off slow. “Whenever I look at you, I want to run my hands through your hair. I want to hug you close. I want to always touch you. I want to kiss your cheeks when they puff up and watch you blush. I want to kiss your forehead to soothe the worry lines there. I want to kiss your lips because I desire you and wish to show you how much.” 

He’s rushing now, but there’s no stopping it. The dam has burst, his emotions swelling up, desperate to get out after years of being shoved down and denied. “I get butterflies in my stomach whenever I’m unprepared and think of you. My hands get so sweaty whenever I get the chance to touch you. My throat gets dry whenever I speak to you. I look at you like I want to ruin you. I look at you like I want to cherish you. I look at you with fondness and with perverted thoughts and with the knowledge that I could spend a lifetime looking at you.” 

Kirishima cuts himself off, afraid he might choke on his emotions. 

Bakugou is silent for a long time. For a very long time. Enough that Kirishima wonders if he overdid it, pushed too far too fast, revealed things he thought he would never say out loud. 

Then a smile overcomes Bakugou’s lips. It’s one Kirishima hasn’t seen all that often. It’s small and a bit shy. A bit nervous, like he’s not the unstoppable force that is Katsuki Bakugou. 

Bakugou grabs his hand and gives it a squeeze. “Then, Kirishima, I think I might have feelings that run deeper than platonic too. Because that’s exactly how I feel about you.” 

~

There are a few hallways to the side, leading to the bathrooms. The official reason for the hallways. 

The unofficial reason is for quick makeouts and fumbling in pants. 

Kirishima’s heart picks up as they head that way. He thinks he might be in shock. He has been pinning over Katsuki for years , respectful of the other’s decision but still over the moon for him. 

And now here he is. 

Being led to a dark hallway. 

For a make-out. 

Maybe for something more. 

He feels like he’s 17 again, with the General Ed student making moon eyes at him as they sneak back to his dorm room, hands clammy and dick hard. He hopes he doesn’t make a fool of himself in his eagerness to have the one thing he never thought he would get. 

Luckily, there’s only one other couple there, looking like they just got started. Bakugou leads them past, refusing to so much as glance at them, and heads to the darkest part of the hallway.

But once they reach there, he lets go of Kirishima’s hand, turning to lean back against the wall. Kirishima look him over and is once again hit with the fact that Bakugou is nervous . 

He’s seen the man bleeding out while facing down a villain and still, Bakugou had never looked like he has tonight. 

Bakugou clears his throat. Then clears it again. “So..uh..we’re here.” 

“Right.” 

“I guess we should get on with it.” 

Kirishima licks his lips. “What exactly are you looking for, Bakugou?” 

“What do you think, Shitty Hair?” 

Kirishima frowns. “I don’t know, you haven’t told me.” 

Bakugou throws his hands up. “Whatever you usually do, I guess.” 

“Bakugou,” Kirishima says, voice stern. He pushes closer, trapping Bakugou against the wall and forcing him to look him in the eyes. He lowers his voice. “I need you to breath man. You look ten seconds away from bolting.” 

“I am not going to run,” Bakugou snaps. 

Kirishima settles a hand on Bakugou’s hip and Bakugou’s breath stutters. “You need to breathe,” he repeats. Come on. Breathe with me.” 

Bakugou, because he will always be a stubborn ass, resists for a second or two. But Kirishima touches his forehead against the blond’s, meets his eyes, and takes deep breaths. 

Soon, Bakugou is matching him. Slow and steady. Not looking away. 

“Good?” Kirishima asks. 

Bakugou’s eyes flutter close and Kirishima watches as, second by second, his shoulders relax. “I’m better,” he grumbles. “Fuck you.’ 

Kirishima chuckles, but he does not move away. “What’d I do now?” 

“How do you always know what to say to me?” Bakugou asks and Kirishima doesn’t know if it’s actually meant for him or not. “To get me to calm down.” 

Kirishima rubs Bakugou’s arm, humming. “Honestly, you’re not that hard to figure out, Bakugou.” 

“I’m not sure many people would agree with you.” 

“That’s because most are too in a hurry to judge and move on with their day,” Kirishima answers back, lightly. “But if anyone takes a moment to watch you, they would figure you out quickly.” 

Kirishima swallows. “I watch you a lot.” 

Bakugou stays silent. He raises one hand up, cupping Kirishima’s cheek. “You always do this. Say something to make my heart flutter. You’re always taking care of me.” 

Kirishima tilts his head to press a kiss on Bakugou’s palm. “I enjoy taking care of you.” 

“This isn’t…” Bakugou hesitates and Kirishima looks back at him at that. Bakugou closes his eyes again. “This isn’t an obligation to you. Is it? You’re not agreeing to do this just because you’re my friend and you feel like you have to, right?”

“Katsuki,” Kirishima says, the name tasting like honey in his mouth. “When have I done something I didn’t want to do?” 

“You do a lot for me.” 

“Because I want to. I’ve also said no to you, many times.” 

Bakugou’s lips push out in a pout, a bit unconsciously. “You do.” 

Kirishima laughs. He makes sure to keep rubbing his hands up and down Bakugou’s arms. Getting him used to the touch. “You look sad about that.” 

Bakugou stiffens, face flaming. “Shut up.” 

Kirishima cups his face, soft and gentle. “You want to be spoiled, huh?” 

“Kirishima, I swear to-” 

Kirishima laughs again, delighted to see how Bakugou tries to keep the smile off his face. He presses forward, touching foreheads together. One of his hands slip under Bakugou’s shirt but Bakugou is too busy staring back at him to notice. 

The laughter dies down, naturally, both of them basking in the aftermath. Kirishima is still touching him, rubbing circles into his skin. Getting him used to his touch. The other still cups Bakugou’s face, keeping him close to Kirishima’s face. He stares into those red eyes, feeling his heartbeat a steady drum in his ears. 

Bakugou blinks and it’s like he suddenly becomes aware of himself. He shifts, eyes glancing away and Kirishima hates that. 

“Can I kiss you again?” He asks and that keeps Bakugou’s attention on him. 

Bakugou bites his bottom lip, pulling the plump flesh between his teeth, and Kirishima is overcome with need. 

But he waits for Bakugou’s answer. 

The smile Bakugou gives is one Kirishima doesn’t see often. Small. Shy. Loving. 

“Eijirou,” he says and his name on Bakugou’s lips sounds like thunder and hits him like lightning. “You can kiss me anytime you want.” 

Kirishima knows that Bakugou wants it fast but he refuses. He makes it soft. Makes it sweet. Backs off anytime Bakugou tries to deepen it. He kisses Bakugou till the blond is relaxed in his arms, hands clasped together on the small of Kirishima’s back. They’re pressed tight together, against the wall of this sex hallway, in the dim pink lights. Breathing each other in. 

And then Kirishima moves his hands up, sliding along Bakugou’s skin, tracing up his ribcage. Bakugou’s breath hitches. 

Kirishima lightly touches his nipple and Bakugou arches into him. “Shit,” he whispers. “Why does this feel like... so much ?” 

Kirishima kisses down his face to lave his neck in attention. “Do you want me to continue?” 

“Eijirou,” Bakugou growls and even hearing his name a second time still sends a jolt down Kirishima’s spine. “If you don’t continue, I might just kill you.” 

Kirishima laughs. “Well, I guess I better.” 

He drops to his knees, looking up at Bakugou, smirking, sharp teeth on display. He grabs Bakugou’s waist, giving it a squeeze. 

“Are you sure this is ok?” His hands make their way to Bakugou’s zipper and button. 

“Yeah,” Bakugou breathes. “Yes, yes, yes.” 

Even though the hallway is filled with moans and groans of others taking advantage of the darkness, it sounds like one of Bakugou’s explosions when Kirishima pops open Bakugou’s pants. 

He can see Bakugou already breathing harder and he’s barely touched him. 

Kirishima takes his time, helping to push Bakugou’s pants down to his knees. But he doesn’t touch his underwear just yet. 

Instead, he pressed a kiss to Bakugou’s stomach. Once, twice, and the third time he does, Bakugou pushes him back. 

“Come on, you fuck. I thought you were going to do something?” 

“I am. But we’re going to go at my pace.” Kirishima presses another kiss to the skin of his stomach, scraping his teeth there. “I want to make sure you never forget this.” 

Bakugou doesn’t have time to say anything before leaning forward to kiss Bakugou’s clothed dick. He hears Bakugou inhale, feels his dick twitch against Kirishima’s lips. 

Kirishima gives it another kiss before moving up.

He grabs Bakugou’s attention before using his teeth to pull Bakugou’s underwear down. 

Bakugou’s eyes are dark as he watches it all. Hid dick flops out of his underwear and Kirishima grins. He wraps one hand around it, stroking it till it’s fully hard. Kirishima thumbs at the head, rubbing at the precum there and flutters his eyelashes. He can see Bakugou shaking, sees the way he bites his bottom lip. 

But that isn’t what Kirishima wants. 

He likes the blond loud. He’s going to get it. 

Kirishima makes sure to keep eye contact as he leans forward. He’s pretty sure Bakugou’s heart is going to rip out of his chest with the way he looks at him, eyes wide. 

Kirishima loves Bakugou’s eyes. No matter how much the man wants to deny it, he’s always so expressive, especially with his eyes. And right now, they’re telling Kirishima how much he wants this and how scared he is to receive it. 

Kirishima gives him a smile and nearly chuckles when Bakugou’s dick twitches. 

And then he opens his mouth and takes Bakugou inside his mouth. Bakugou’s head bangs against the wall when he slams it back. Kirishima keeps his eyes on him as he slowly sinks down, inch by inch. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” Bakugou says, finally looking back at him. His hands shakily tangle in Kirishima’s hair, gripping tight. “I-I can’t. It’s so fucking hot and wet, shit, Eijirou, Eijirou, Eijirou .” 

Kirishima hums and watches in delight as Bakugou bucks his hips up, a strangled sound leaving his throat. He shakes his head back and forth, eyes fluttering. 

Kirishima grabs the base of his dick. He’s excited to see Bakugou cum, but he wants to taste for just a little bit more. 

Bakugou yanks on his hair. “Ei, no, no. I-I need it.” 

“And you’re going to get it. But I want my fun too. Now,” he makes sure Bakugou is staring back down at him. “Keep your eyes on me. I don’t want you to look away for a second.” 

Bakugou swallows. Then nods. 

Slowly, making sure Bakugou is keeping his promise, he leans forward to lick at the slit. Bakugou’s fingers twitch but he continues looking down at him. 

“Good boy,” Kirishima whispers. He kisses his way down Bakugou’s shaft, stopping to explore each of the veins along the way. He continues till he reaches Bakugou’s balls. Holding eye contact, he kisses each of them before he wraps his mouth around one of them, licking and sucking. 

Bakugou’s eyes flutter but he continues to follow Kirishima’s order. 

What an excellent boy, Kirishima thinks. He pulls back to suck on the other ball, his hand slowly stroking Bakugou. Bakugou’s knees shake and Kirishima smirks. 

Then he leans down to lick at Bakugou’s taint, tongue sliding over his twitching hole. 

“Fuck, fuck,” Bakugou says, hips bucking again. 

“Are you still looking, Katsuki?” Kirishima asks, licking his hole again. 

“Yes, yes, please, Eijirou. I’m looking, I swear.” 

“Good boy. Fuck, Katsuki, you’re so good for me. So perfect. Do you think you can cum? Do you want to cum down my throat?” 

Bakugou nearly wails and Kirishima takes that as answer enough. He kisses his way back up to the tip, makes sure Bakugou is still being good, before he swallows him whole. 

Bakugou doesn’t stand a chance. All it takes it Kirishima swallowing around him once and then he’s tightening his fingers in Kirishima’s hair, holding him down as he cums. 

Kirishima stays there, allowing Bakugou to use him, waiting till he starts to go soft before he gently takes Bakugou’s hands off him and pulls off. 

Bakugou looks like he’s seeing stars, staring down at him in wonder and Kirishima grins. He knows there’s a drop of cum at the corner of his lips. He wipes it off with his thumb then licks it up. “You take care of yourself,” he notes ant that seems to knock Bakugou out of his stupor. 

“Is...is that a thing? You can tell how healthy someone is by their cum?” 

Kirishima chuckles. “It’s a sex thing. I’ll explain it later, it’s not that sexy I promise.” 

“Right,” Bakugou says, looking like he doesn’t exactly believe Kirishima. Kirishima looks forward to getting into the exact details of what he means. 

But for now…”What do you say we make good use of that room Mina rented out?” 

Bakugou is looking down at his pants, at the impressive bulge there, before looking back up to meet Kirishima’s gaze. “Fuck yes.” 

~

Bakugou can’t seem to stop touching him, arms around his waist and trying to paw his way into Kirishima’s shirt. 

It makes Kirishima laugh as they stumble up the stairs. But they make it, even when Bakugou starts to nibble at his neck. 

They come to a stop before the door, blinking at the note there: 

Boys,

I’ve taken Sero and Kaminari to the restaurant and then we’re going to go home. I left money to call an uber for you when you’re done. But the room is yours for the entire night and Slyvia is there to make sure you have everything you could want. 

Enjoy yourselves <3

-Your amazing friend, Ashido. 

“That conniving bitch,” Bakugou says but he sounds impressed.

“We should have known something was up with her.” Bakugou thinks about it for a second. “Do you think that’s why she kissed me?” 

Kirishima’s fingers tighten on him, enough to make Bakugou hiss. “Probably,” he murmurs before releasing his grip. The thought of that...kissing...fest she started stirs possessiveness inside Kirishima. 

He ushers Bakugou inside, like he’s afraid there’s someone else that can come along and take Bakugou away from him. 

It looks like the room has been freshly made, silk sheets on the bed and everything. 

As well as a couple bottles of lube. 

Kirishima can tell the moment Bakugou sees them by the way he tenses, and how his ears go bright red. 

Kirishima wraps his arms around him from behind, setting his chin on top of Bakugou's head. “We don’t have to do anything, remember. We can just lay in the bed and cuddle if that’s what you want.” 

Bakugou inhales, taking a few deep breaths. “...I want to suck your dick.” 

Well. Kirishima isn’t exactly going to say no to that. He kisses the back of Bakugou’s neck, enjoying the full-body shiver the man lets out, before taking his hands and leading him to the bed. 

He pushes Bakugou on the bed, giving him an evil little grin, before taking a step back. 

Then he begins to strip. 

He enjoys the way Bakugo’s eyes stay glued to him, watching with rapt attention as he lifts his shirt, showing off his abs. Kirishima tries to keep himself humble, but he’s worked hard for his body, so to see Bakugou salivate over it makes him want to puff out his chest. 

He hooks his thumbs in the loops on his jeans, rocking back and forth. “See anything you like?” 

Bakugou swallows, eyes trained on the black hair leading down into his pants before visibly forcing himself to meet Kirishima’s eyes. “Yeah,” he croaks. “Yeah, I fucking do.” 

Kirishima chuckles. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” He gives Bakugou a wink before he pops the button of his pants, slowly sliding the zipper down. Bakugou watches it, licks his lips and Kirishima takes the encouragement to slide the jeans below his ass. He teases Bakugou with just the thought of his dick, framed by the edges of his jeans. 

“Kirishima,” Bakuogu growls. 

“What?” Kirishima asks, as innocent as ever, blinking wide eyes at Bakugou. 

“You fucking know what,” Bakugou snaps. “I thought we were going to fuck.” 

“Oh, we are,” Kirishima says, voice low, deep. A purr. “But I want to take my time with you. I want to get you sweating, I want you to think nothing but me, I want your entire being so filled with pleasure that you vibrate with it. I want you to be mine , so fully, right here and right now. Do you understand?” 

He doesn’t need to see Bakugou’s dick to know how hard it must be again. He can see it in Bakugou’s flushed face. 

He keeps his grin as he slides the jeans lower, kicking them off, before he palms his dick. He gives Bakugou a wink and then slides his underwear off too. His dick flops out, thick and heavy and already drooling. 

Bakugou’s eyes are glued to it, eyes dilated, as he licks his lips. Kirishima’s dick hardens even more under that heavy gaze. Kirishima wraps one hand around himself, groaning, chest vibrating with the sound. 

He doesn’t miss the way Bakugou gasps as he slowly strokes himself. “You want this, Katsuki?” 

He’s never seen Bakugou nod as fast as he does now. 

“Then get over here.” 

Bakugou scrambles out of the bed, tripping over himself, before he falls to his knees before Kirishima. Kirishima runs his hands through his hair, taking a moment to marvel at how soft it is. “Good boy. Open that pretty mouth for me so I can use it.” 

Bakugou does, his mouth already drooling. Kirishima slowly feeds his cock into him, fighting to not throw his head back at how wet and hot Bakugou’s filthy mouth is. He keeps his hand on the back of Bakugou’s head, keeps him steady as he slides in deeper and deeper, inch by inch. Kirishima knows he is thick, knows that he is big and long. 

But he also knows that Bakugou can handle it. 

So even when Bakugou gags, making wet sounds and if Kirishima concentrates enough, he can see drool drip onto the floor in fat wet plops. 

“You’re so good, Katsuki. You’re the best, taking me like this, look at me. My perfect boy. My best boy.” The words stir heat in his own stomach as he watches Bakugou’s eyes glaze over, watches as Bakugou struggles to take more of him. “That’s it. You just want to be good for me, don’t you? I know you can, sh sh, I know you can. Breath through your nose and open your throat for me.” 

He feels Bakugou do so and he slips in another inch. He continues to praise Bakugou, getting him to pass the choking and the desire to breathe, making sure all Bakugou has on his mind is pleasing Eijirou. 

When his balls press against Bakugou’s chin, Kirishima doesn’t stop the short hard thrust he gives, eyes rolling into the back of his head. “Shit, this throat was made for cock sucking. Are you sure this is your first time? Either you’re lying or you were born a natural.” 

Bakugou gurgles and Kirishima chuckles, dark and heady. “But that’s just you, huh. A natural at everything, including being the perfect cock milker.” His hips start rolling and he doesn’t say anything as Bakugou starts to scrabble at his hips, nails digging into his skin. He allows it. “I wonder if you’re going to be this good when I get my dick in you.” 

That gets Bakugou’s eyes to snap open. He tries to nod, eager to let Kirishima know just how much he wants his tight hole to be fucked. Kirishima shushes him, pressing Bakugou’s nose into his coarse black pubes. “You don’t want to dislodge me do you?” Bakugou’s wide eyes tell him the answer he needs. “That’s what I thought. Besides, I already know you’re going to be the perfect cocksleeve for me. A warm place to stuff my cum, right?” 

Bakugou moans and the vibrations have Kirishima cursing. He rolls his hips, languid heavy thrusts that have his balls slapping against Bakugou’s chin. 

Kirishima has to think, really really hard, about why he shouldn’t cum down Bakugou’s throat. Not right now anyway. He wants the first place Bakugou receives his cum to be in that perfect ass. 

Kirishima has dreamed about that ass, has drooled over it, and has a shamefully secret folder dedicated to it. Right next to his equally shameful folder of Bakugou’s tits. 

The point is, he wants to fuck Bakugou and he doesn’t think he can wait anymore. 

When he starts to pull back, Bakugou scrambles again, shoving Kirishima back down his throat, choking himself. 

Kirishima reminds himself, Bakugou’s ass, Bakugou’s ass, Bakugou’s ass . “Hey, baby, can you hear me? Pat my hip twice if you can.” 

There’s a pause and then...tap, tap. 

“Good boy, good. Ok, I’m going to pull out-sh, sh, sh, I know. You just want to cockwarm me, don’t you? But I think I know a better place where my cock can be.” 

It takes Bakugou a second for Kirishima’s implication to penetrate the haze in his mind. And then his eyes widen and he’s stumbling to a stand. “Fuck me?” 

Kirishima’s grin is sharp enough to cut boulders. “Get your clothes off and get on the bed.” 

Bakugou follows orders beautifully. Which might have shocked others, who don’t know the blond that well. 

The thing is, Bakugou follows orders very well, like a good boy, but only to those he trusts to actually make good decisions. 

Kirishima happens to be one of those people. 

So Bakugou throws off his clothes and makes it to the middle of the bed before he turns wide eyes to Kirishima. 

Kirishima just smiles and follows him. He slides his hands up Bakugou’s legs, noticing the twitch in his thighs. “Hey, you trust me, right?” 

“You know I do,” Bakugou says, voice gruff. But there’s still a pinched look on his face. 

Kirishima makes sure Bakugou is still watching him as he kisses the inside of his right knee. “Tell me when you’re uncomfortable. I’ll go nice and slow.” 

“I don’t want slow,” Bakugo snaps, even as he shivers as Kirishima continues to kiss along his skin. 

“But I do,” Kirishima says. He gives Bakugou wide eyes, though a smirk plays along his lips. “Don’t you want to give me what I want?” 

Bakugou tchs and looks away, but the blush high in his cheeks and making its way up to his ears is answer enough. 

So Kirishima keeps it slow. 

Keeps his kisses light, barely there presses against his skin, as he travels towards Bakugou’s core. 

He can feel Katsuki’s eyes on him, his heavy breathing harsh in his ears, and it pleases something deep inside him. 

Then, because he can, instead of kissing Bakugou’s cock like the other so clearly wants, he ducks down to kiss at his balls. Bakugou hisses, hips thrusting up and Kirishima leaves a mark on his inner thigh as an apology. 

But he does not go back up to work on that beautiful cock. Instead, he heads down. 

“Wh-what are you doing?” Bakugou asks, heat and desire and hesitation mixing beautifully in his voice. 

“You said you’ve done research,” Kirishima teases. “I think you know what I’m doing.” 

That gets Bakugou to sputter, eyes looking everywhere but at Kirishima. 

Kirishima hums, before his eyes narrow on his prize. Bakugou’s rim, fluttering under his gaze. It’s pink and so soft looking and Kirishima can’t help cooing at it. “Such a pretty little thing. I can’t wait to get my dick in there.” 

Bakugou chokes above him. Kirishima doesn’t give him time to overthink anything. He pushes forward, spreading Bakugou’s legs over his shoulders, almost bending him in half so he can get his mouth on it. 

Bakugou shouts as he’s rocked back, his ass hanging in the air, but Kirishima doesn’t care. He licks a broad tongue over his rim, moaning deep in his chest. He uses his broad hands to spread Bakugou’s ass, getting that hole to stretch so beautifully for him. 

His nose brushes against Bakugou’s balls, breathing in his musk, saliva dripping from his mouth. He lets it, aiming at Bakugou’s rim, getting it nice and wet. 

Then he leans down to spear his tongue in, as deep as he can. He flicks it, making Bakugou squirm around him. He pats Bakugou’s ass in sympathy. 

He’s barely begun. 

He makes the rimming sloppy and wet, adds his fingers to make the stretch good. Occasionally, he would pull back, make sure to catch Bakugou’s eyes, before he spits directly inside his hole. Bakugou tries to hide his moans, because of course he would. But Kirishima drawls it out of him. Gets him to cry out, hiccup up a little, get his throat scratchy. 

A perfect way to start this. 

When Kirishima finally pulls back, he’s glad to see that Bakugou had starved off his orgasm, his dick an angry red, the veins popping out. He has the urge to trace them with his tongue again, but he suspects if he does, that’s going to be it for Bakugou. 

Instead, he gently lets Bakugou down, lets his legs flop to the bed. Bakugou is staring up at the ceiling, eyes glazed over, chest heaving. 

Kirishima crawls over him, smirking down at him. “How did you like having your ass eaten for the first time?” 

He watches Bakugou swallow. “I thought it would be gross,” he admits. His eyebrows wrinkle. “Did you spit in me?” 

Kirishima chuckles. “I did. I had to get you nice and wet.” Kirishima leans over to grab one of the lube bottles. 

Bakugou flinches at the sound of the cap opening. Kirishima pauses. He makes sure to keep his tone light, makes sure Bakugou can’t hear anything in it. He wants Bakugou willingly, not because he has to prove a point. “We can stop? Or I can continue to eat you out till you cum?” 

Bakugou looks up at him, frowning. He glances at the bottle. “But you won’t get off.” 

Kirishima’s eyes go dark. “Trust me. I will definitely get off on that too.” 

He enjoys the flushed look on Bakugou’s face, how his shoulders hunch up and he darts his eyes away. But he especially enjoys the way his dick twitches at the thought.

But Bakugou shakes his head. “No, I want you to fuck me.”

“Are you sure?” Because Kirishima has to check. 

Bakugou rolls his eyes. As quick as lightning, he leans over to grab Kirishima's dick, making Kirishima hiss. Those fierce red eyes look up at him, almost as burning as his touch. “I want this dick inside of me. Do you understand?” 

Kirishima growls. He tackles Bakugou, pinning his hands up above his head. He hefts Bakugou’s legs up around his waist, nipping at his exposed throat. “I am going to make sure you can’t fucking walk tomorrow, do you understand?” 

Bakugou’s eyes are wide and bright and he bites right back. “Bring it on, Red.” 

Kirishima matched his grin. He captured Bakugou’s lips, kissing the breath out of him as his hand fumbled for the lube. He managed to find it, pulling back to look into hazy red eyes. 

Bakugou licked his lips, drawing in a shaky breath, watching as Kirishima slathered lube across his cock. It makes it wet and slick and leaves a trail along his thighs as Kirishima maneuvers it back towards his hole. 

“Ok, take a deep breath and then release it for me,” Kirishima instructs. 

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Bakugou says, even as he takes a deep breath, chest lifting up as his lungs fill. 

Kirishima smiles, then waits for Bakugou to exhale, pushing in as soon as he does. He sees the way Bakugou’s eyes widen, sees the way his lower lip tremble, but he does not stop. “That’s it,” he whispers, making sure Bakugou stares at him, that he keeps his mind off any pain. “That’s it, you take me so well, just like I knew you would.” 

Bakugou’s eyes flutter, his rim tightens around him for just a moment at the praise and Kirishima almost loses control. He digs his hands into the bedsheets on either side of Bakugou’s body, claws poking holes into them, for just a second. 

He knows his face has hardened, knows that his teeth have gotten even more sharp, by the way Bakugou gasps and how he tightens again . “You’re so fucking hot inside. Much hotter than anyone I’ve fucked before. Makes me want to bury my cock so far inside you, I’ll never leave. Can you feel me inside you? Feel me practically in your stomach?” 

Bakugou whimpers, his thighs shaking, spark crackling along his hand. 

Kirishima snarls, sliding an inch deeper, harder than he had before, leaning down in Bakugou’s face. “I asked you a question, Katsuki.” 

Bakugou leans his head back, exposing his throat and Kirishima takes the chance to lick broad strokes across his skin, licking up his sweet sweat. “I do,” he whimpers. “I can feel you so deep inside, how are you not done? How are you still pushing into me, fuck, fuck. Eijirou .” 

“Shit,” Kirishima whispers. He pants, still so close to Bakugou’s neck, and he wants to bite into that flesh, leave his mark on the amazing, beautiful man beneath him. “I don’t think I’m going to last. Not with you tightening around me like that, not with your dirty fucking mouth.” 

Bakugou moans again, one hand reaching up to brush the hair out of Kirishima’s face. He cups his chin, uncaring about the craggly skin that pokes against him. “I’m not going to last either.” He looks up at Kirishima, under those unfairly long eyelashes, and asks, no, demands , “Make me cum.” 

That’s all Kirishima needs to hear. He wraps his hands around Bakugou’s fucking tiny waist, fuck him his fingers can touch, and slams home. Bakugou’s back arches beneath him, eyes staring unseeing as Kirishima does not stop. 

His balls slap against Bakugou’s ass, big and meaty and wet sound with all the lube squelching with every thrust he slams inside. 

Bakugou’s fingers curl through this hair, holding on tight and he finally finds his voice, shouting for “More, more, more .” 

And Kirishima wants to give it to him, wants to make sure that Bakugou will never forget this feeling, of his cock drilling inside. 

Someone is sobbing and he can’t tell if it’s him or Bakuogu. 

Then he sees water dripping on Bakugou’s cheek and knows it’s him , that he’s crying, mouth blabbering without his control as he yells about how good Bakugou is, so perfect for him. Always so perfect and he loves him, he loves him. 

Bakugou uses his hair to yank him down, to suck the screams into his own mouth, to take the words deep into his soul, and he whispers against Kirishima’s lips “I love you too, Eijirou.” 

Kirishima loses his sight, everything go white. But he keeps kissing Bakugou, keeps fucking inside him, not even realizing that he’s cumming, pumping load after load inside him, still moving, splashing cum against Bakugou’s thighs. 

He only comes back to himself when Bakugou slaps him on the shoulder. He blinks, pulling back. 

Bakugou shakes his head. “I can’t, I can’t, you gotta stop.” 

And that’s when he realizes that Bakugou had cum too, messy between their stomachs. His hips finally slow, setting his soft cock inside Bakugou, who shudders around him. 

Bakugou’s eyes are red-rimmed and he’s breathing hard, as hard as Kirishima, hair wild and sweat practically dripping off of him. He looks wrecked, looks like he had been fucked by a truck and a blush starts to spread across his face when he realizes that was him that fucked Bakugou that good. 

His heart flutters. “Are you ok?” 

“Fuck, just give me a second,” Bakugou says and even his throat sounds wrecked. 

Kirishima starts to peel himself off, tries to pull of Bakugou, but Bakugou’s legs tighten around him. “No, no. Stop .” 

Kirishima pauses. “Too much?” 

Bakugou nods. “Too soon.” 

So Kirishima settles himself back over Bakugou, uncaring that their sweat is making them stick together. He runs his hands through Bakugou’s hair, humming the last pop song he heard, and waits for Bakugou to come down. 

“So?” 

“So.” 

Kirishima blinks wide eyes down at him. “Was I good?” 

Bakugou opens his mouth, no doubt ready to say something snarky, before he blushes and looks away. “...I guess.” 

That was an enthusiastic yes . Kirishima would wiggle in excitement, but he’s afraid Bakugou would blow his dick off if he moved around too much. 

“Why do you look so happy?” Bakugou finally asks and Kirishima grins down at him. 

“You said you love me.” 

Bakugou tightens around him, making Kirishima hiss, before he relaxes. “Well, yeah. You said it first,” Bakuogu throws back, as if Kirishima had accused him of something. 

Kirishima’s smile softens. He leans down, kissing Bakugou’s cheeks and then his eyelids, before kissing his forehead. “You said you love me,” he whispers. 

Bakugou sighs. Then he leans up and kisses Kirishima on the lips. “Fuck yeah I did. You better respect that.” 

Kirishima can’t help the giggle that leaves his throat. “Katsuki, I will cherish you for the rest of my life. Of that I am certain.” 

Bakugou finally gives him his classic feral smile. “I don’t doubt that for a second, Eijirou.” He pauses for a second, braves more eye contact. “I love you.” 

Kirishima spends the rest of the night making sure Bakuogu knows how much he loves him back.