cantbreakmybody | Escape Captcha

[Hoop after hoop to leap through. Kirishima is thoroughly enjoying it.]

How about in the bed? I've got more I can show you. Give you.

[It's gonna get better as the night goes on. Yeah. The night.]

Now you're talking about an A. How about you help me get these the rest of the way off?

[Bakugou nudges the hem of his pants with his thumbs.]

[He gets his hands on the waistband of Bakugou's pants and starts working them down. Easier with his hands for sure. And soon he's tossing them aside.

He takes a little initiative and hooks his arms under Bakugou's legs.]

Better hold on.

[Then he's rising to his feet, scooping Bakugou out of the chair. He plans to carry him to the bed if he can get away with it.]

How do you want me? Which part can I use to satisfy you?

[Bakugou arches his hips to let him have room for pulling his pants off his hips and down his legs. Gives one a kick to get it off his foot faster. Only to pause when he's about to get up. Mostly because someone just hooks his arms under his legs.]

Wha- THE FUCK?!

[He grabs at the side of the chair on instinct, but quickly shoves and uses the momentum to catch Kirishima around the neck via his arms, holding on and glaring at him.]

Don't just fucking pick me up, asshole!

[Kirishima just beams at him, moving to the bed and sitting him down. He's eager. Enthusiastic. He's excited to get closer. He chuckles as he leans into Bakugou's personal space, tone teasing. Although his eyes are all fiery desire.]

That's not an answer~ You want me to choose?

[He lets his tongue swipe between his lip. Looking like he wants to devour Bakugou. Maybe he sort of does. It doesn't really matter to him how this goes down. As long as it does.]

[Bakugou punches the fucking sunbeam on the top of his spikey red head. At least he's put down again, growling at him. This guy's all fucking eager and getting close to him. Not at all like the subservient lush kneeling between his legs.

And... he's not exactly sure which one he likes more right now. Settles for glaring at him, unable to avoid getting turned on by those burning eyes.]

Go ahead. Show me you got some fucking brain in there.

[Bakugou swallows as that tongue sweeps between the other boy's lips, eyes locking onto it. Damn, that's annoyingly attractive. Irritated, he pulls at his shirt.]

First... Take care of this.

[Kirishima laughs and slides his hands up under Bakugou's shirt. Tracing out his abs lightly for a moment as he continues to stare into those ruby red eyes. Then he's sliding them back out to unbutton the shirt, pushing it back off the blonde's shoulders.]

I think if you let me start making choices now, I'm gonna pin you to this mattress and take control.

[Although he'd be equally happy to ride him. He wants to see if Bakugou would even let him top. He can't really get a read on him regarding that.]

[Bakugou arches his stomach into Kirishima's hands, eyes lidding slightly at the feeling as his muscles harden beneath his touch. Before easing back on the bed while the other boy works on his shirt. Unbuttoned, he rolls a shoulder forward to help him slide if off his torso and down his arms, tugging one out after the other.]

Don't think I fucking said you could do that, did I...

[Whether he's taunting him or daring him is up to Kirishima. He tosses his shirt to the side, looking at the other boy's scarlet eyes with a half smirk. He might let him top, if he pushes for it.]

You're still not done down there either.

[But first...]

[Kirishima eyes Bakugou's cock with a grin.]

Didn't say I couldn't either. Besides, I can kill two birds with one stone.

[And that's all the warning Bakugou gets before Kirishima is between his legs again. Although this time, with Bakugou reclined more, Kirishima bypasses his cock, mouth instead going to Bakugou’s hole. His tongue snaking out to tease that tight ring of muscles while he wraps a hand around Bakugou's cock, stroking.

Let's see if he can get away with this or if he's about to get blasted.]

[Bakugou snorts at the comment, but falls back to brace himself on his elbows as Kirishima dives down between his legs again. Completely expecting that mouth to go for his dick once more, only to jolt in surprise when he's suddenly shoving his face between his cheeks.]

HEY!

[Instinctively hiking his legs up at the knees and spreading them, Bakugou immediately grabs Kirishima's head via his hair again, grimacing as that tongue works at his hole and a hand wraps around his dick.]

That's-- ngh! Not what we fucking agreed on!

[Not exactly pulling his head either, just holding on.]

[Hand in his hair and a little shouting is not a deterrent. After all, if Bakugou didn't want it, he was perfectly capable of being much more aggressive.

Kirishima hums in response, not bothering to stop to point out that he asked at least twice how Bakugou wanted this to go. He's going for it now. Just like he said he would. Starting with licking over and around Bakugou's hole, his hand busy stroking his cock. Both actions intentionally slow and teasing.]

[Don't make him kick you in the fucking face, Kirishima! Bakugou jams his elbow into the bed when the other boy hums, the vibration going right through his lips and rumbling against his ass.]

Fuck...

[He does end up dropping one foot on Kirishima's shoulder, still not pushing him off or letting go of his hair. That tongue wandering around his rim is a strange, but good sensation, the tight muscle pinching inward and his thighs flexing from the sensation of his friend's warm hand working up and down his dick. Slow, deliberate, and holy shit...]

I said... blow me... not fucking rim me...

[Doesn't exactly sound like he's complaining either.]

[Kirishima has to suppress the urge to snicker. He's pretty sure if he does he really will get kicked in the face. But he does stop long enough to respond.]

You said I wasn't done down here.

[And then he's back to it, his tongue swirling around the rim slowly and then teasingly up along the perineum.]

[Probably a safe bet. Bakugou exhales hard when the other boy stops for a response, dropping his hips back on the bed and quickly finding the frame of the bed to brace his other leg against. Tempting as it is to clap that stupid head between his thighs...]

Yeah... at that job... you abandoned, fucking Shark Tooth. [Shit, he can't decide where he wants Kirishima's tongue more! Back on his dick with his mouth or staying on his ass with his hand taking over whichever his mouth wasn't. That trace up his perineum earns a hard swallow and Bakugou shoves his head against the sheets, teeth gritting in pleasure.]

Fuck-

[He can tell he's got Bakugou off balance a little bit. And that's kind of a heady feeling. He's betting after how obedient he was earlier, Bakugou wasn't anticipating him to have this side to him too.

He takes his time. Hand keeping up a steady pace as he focuses on the perineum for a few moments. Before moving back down to his hole again. Lavishing attention there. When he finally pulls back from what he's doing it's to ask a question.]

Got lube?

[It's certainly not pulling him further from that A paper, but still... And no, he'd expected to hold the fucking reins the entire time! It's not HIM who's asking Kirishima for a damn paper.

Bakugou digs his free hand into the bed, clenching the sheets and blankets as that damn tongue tortures between his thighs. Fuck, hell if that spot gets much attention anyways. And Kirishima moves back down, going for his hole again. Bakugou hisses, cheeks hardening and his rim squeezing inward again.]

Fuck you... [Growling that in answer.] You want lube... get up there... and finish your damn job, Shitty Hair.

I'll suck you off once I get lube.

[He traces a finger around that tight rim, teasing. He wants to finger him while he finishes him off...]

I don't think my saliva's gonna cut it. Do you really wanna wait while I run back to my room to get mine?

Rgghhh...

[Bakugou growls at him like an angry dog. Bastard's gonna resist him. But the prospect of having to wait that long (you're still butt ass naked, Shitty Hair) finally makes him give in and the blonde huffs before rolling onto his side and grabbing for the nightstand.

"bonk"

Bounces the tube of lube off Kirishima's forehead. Very mature.]

Back down to a fucking B-.

[If you think he wouldn't bolt next door to his room in the buff...]

I can definitely get it back up there!

[He grabs the lube and pops it open. Maybe putting more than strictly necessary in his hand. But better too much than too little. He smears it on his fingers, reaching between Bakugou's legs to start teasing his hole with one finger.

Then he's taking that dick back in his mouth.]

[Okay so he definitely knows he would. It's more the time waiting for him to get back. And Bakugou, despite being a grump about it, rather likes where Kirishima is right now.]

Yeah? Let's see you fucking try.

[Bakugou makes a face at the amount of lube Kirishima uses.]

You don't have to baste me like a damn chicken!

[But as that finger goes between his legs, and his dick goes back into that hot mouth, the blonde drops onto his back on the bed, cussing softly at the sensations.]

[Kirishima slowly works his finger past the tight ring of muscles, easing his way in. Carefully and slowly.

It's a direct contrast to how he's sucking his dick. Head bobbing up and down as he works to get the blonde off. He's got him right where he wants him.]

[Bakugou exhales as his finger pushes in. The initial resistance parts easily, then hot and slick grabs down onto Kirishima's finger, molding to his nail and fingertip, squeezing around the first joint.]

Shit... I'm not... ngh... made of glass, you know.

[Hard to talk as his friend's wicked mouth gets back to sucking him off. Fuck he'd missed that feeling already. Bakugou shoves his hand into those red spikes again, massaging his scalp at the same time.

This keeps up, the two sensations, he's not going to last long.]

[He knows that Bakugou isn't fragile. But Kirishima's still not looking to hurt him. Once he's sure he's good, Kirishima starts sliding his finger back and forth. Slowly at first. Then quicker. All while sucking him off.

Come on... come for him. Right in his mouth! He knows Bakugou wants to!]

[As if a finger up his ass would hurt him. Bakugou sucks in a breath when Kirishima starts to move his finger in and out of him. Okay, that feels better. The leisurely pace mixed with that bobbing suction, and he drops his head to the side, panting softly into the sheets.

Fuck... fuck...] AH- FUCK! [With a shout, he shoves his hips up and pushes his hand down, forcing his friend all the way onto his dick as he comes hard, shooting one spurt after another hot lance right down his throat.]

[Kirishima's hand stills as he shifts focus entirely to the cock invading his throat. He hastily swallows, trying not to choke on the spurts shooting into his throat. It's not the most comfortable sensation, but he doesn't dislike it.]

Same! I'm on cooking duty tonight!

What'd ya make?

So many things. Lol Easter insanity.

Potatoes?

Potatoes were part of it, yes!

Excellent!

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