[Bakugou's fingers slip on the sweat beating at Kirishima's shoulders and he has to grab him again, smearing the fluid across his skin. Feels like the other teen's sucking a damn hole above his collar. Somewhere he should be bitching about him leaving a mark, but his mouth's too busy trying to suck air into his lungs. Not like he isn't leaving some red marks on Kirishima's shoulders as he grabs at him, not enough to sting or cut, but they'll probably be visible for a few minutes afterwards.
Bucking and bouncing on the bed, Bakugou tries clinging to Kirishima with one arm, legs unable to keep a firm lock around the other boy for more than a few seconds. Panting and gasping, he stares up at his friend through lust-blown eyes hovering over him, tongue sliding against his teeth. God... Kirishima looks gorgeous like this. Wants to kiss him. Can't move his damn head.]
I... In... fuck... In-side... [Doesn't even fucking hesitate. He knows what he wants.]
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Bucking and bouncing on the bed, Bakugou tries clinging to Kirishima with one arm, legs unable to keep a firm lock around the other boy for more than a few seconds. Panting and gasping, he stares up at his friend through lust-blown eyes hovering over him, tongue sliding against his teeth. God... Kirishima looks gorgeous like this. Wants to kiss him. Can't move his damn head.]
I... In... fuck... In-side... [Doesn't even fucking hesitate. He knows what he wants.]