[If he didn't want this in part himself, he never would've allowed Kirishima to get anywhere near that close to him. But playing into it with the whole sex for school thing? Guess that wasn't the worst idea his friend could come up with. Probably got him a better reception than "hey, let's fuck" despite Bakugou saying he should've done that...
Not that he regrets any of it as Kirishima drops down atop him in that slow, lazy sinking motion. Damn, that feels better than it should, even with the mess leaking out between them. He lazily traces his hand over the redhead's back, following contours of his muscles and spine, dragging a droplet of sweat from one area to the next.
Conscious that he's probably putting Kirishima's arm to sleep beneath him.]
That was fucking cheesy. Go write your paper and die for it.
[You earned that comment. Still not letting him get up and do so.]
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Not that he regrets any of it as Kirishima drops down atop him in that slow, lazy sinking motion. Damn, that feels better than it should, even with the mess leaking out between them. He lazily traces his hand over the redhead's back, following contours of his muscles and spine, dragging a droplet of sweat from one area to the next.
Conscious that he's probably putting Kirishima's arm to sleep beneath him.]
That was fucking cheesy. Go write your paper and die for it.
[You earned that comment. Still not letting him get up and do so.]