[So long as he doesn't get all cuddly and shit frequently, Kirishima's gonna be tolerated. Like how Bakugou tolerates him putting his arm around his shoulders or catching his wrist with his hand or bumping him. Any other person doing that would get blasted off the face of the planet. But he puts up with it from Kirishima. Most of the time. Sometimes with complaints regardless.

He's certainly allowed to show affection. Just expect to be yelled or snarled at if the cat known as Katsuki isn't feeling in the mood for getting cuddled with. And don't call his little affection moment "affection" cause that's a good way to get him to fucking stop.

Bakugou leans into the kiss again, tongue sweeping across Eijirou's mouth to taste his lips and feel those sharp teeth behind them. Don't laugh at him, you shit...]

Cause everyone else knows I'd fucking say "no", you dick.

[Almost said "no" to Kirishima too. The last part's a bit broken as the redhead increases his pace and Bakugou drops his head back on the pillow, breath catching from the sensation.]

F-fuck... not- ngh... not gonna... have to worry about that-

[It's fine if Kirishima wants to be selfish with him. Everything's pulling tighter, running hotter, and Bakugou suddenly clenches his arm and leg around his friend's body, dragging him close with a muffled shout as he comes hard. Painting his chest and stomach with hot white, made even better as he feels Kirishima releasing all over him, against him, at the same time.

Fuck... holy fuck...]