Escape Captcha

[cantbreakmybody]

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[cantbreakmybody]

[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.]

[blastedass]

[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.]

[cantbreakmybody]

[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.]

[blastedass]

[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.]

[cantbreakmybody]

[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!]

[blastedass]

[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.]

[cantbreakmybody]

[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.]

[blastedass]

[Bakugou forces his hips back down and Kirishima's head back up enough to pull out of his throat and spill the rest of his load into the other boy's mouth, coating his tongue, cheeks, and teeth with the heated spurts. Not gonna rob him of the other half of that experience.]

[cantbreakmybody]

[Surprised, Kirishima accidentally lets some spill down his chin. He hurriedly brings his free hand up to swipe it away. But he doesn't let any more than that spill, swallowing it down.

And once he's sure Bakugou is done, he lets the cock pop free from his mouth, licking his lips. And then moving to clean up any that may still be stuck to the blonde's dick.]

[blastedass]

[Bakugou's too busy shuddering as Kirishima swallows. That fucking constriction dragging at his dick from his throat and tongue is insane. Hips twitch, wanting to push back in, but he fights to keep them down.

He lets up on Kirishima's head, dropping onto the bed once more as his cock springs free and slaps wet against his abs. Fuck, that's a rush. Each little lick of the redhead's tongue makes Bakugou's dick jump and twitch under his mouth, sometimes forcing him to chase it a bit.]

[cantbreakmybody]

[Kirishima finishes cleaning his friend up and settles for a moment. Mostly. He does nuzzle against Bakugou's thigh a little. But he doesn't try to keep going just yet. Giving Bakugou a moment to bask in his orgasm.

But he's still got a finger in him. And he hasn't at all forgotten his plans. Kirishima is still hard and hasn't been touched at all and he fully intends to change that. Just. Going to let his friend have a moment first.]

[blastedass]

[Bakugou's afterglow quickly tells him Kirishima's still got his damn finger inside him. But so long as he doesn't move it, it's tolerable. Oversensitive nerves keep telling him all the fucking details of his finger resting in his ass, as well as the lazy scrape of his hair against his thigh and the heat of his breath on his leg. All the tiny details of Kirishima lazing on his lap.

He gets his bearings, easing out of the afterglow and lifting his head up to scowl down at red nest of spikes sitting on his lap. Bastard... he was supposed to be the one in control.]

B+.

[cantbreakmybody]

[Kirishima laughs.]

You're a tough guy to satisfy. It would probably take less time and effort to do it myself.

[He gives his finger an experimental wiggle, bringing a second finger to brush the rim as he teases the idea of slipping another in.]

But it'd be a lot less fun, too. I like this way a lot more.

[blastedass]

A papers take a lot more time, idiot.

[Bakugou's not sure either of them are up for a 4 hour sex marathon. But who knows. He's a competitive guy.]

Guh! Don't just start wiggling it! [That second finger nudging at his rim makes Bakugou clench up and he pushes up onto his elbows to look down at Kirishima.]

... tsk, get up on the bed. Tired of you kneeling on the damn floor.

[cantbreakmybody]

Yeah, and I'm yours for life.

[Hell of a sweet way to phrase it, but Bakugou did say he was keeping him. So.]

But it's easy to reach like this. I need to stretch you open before we can do more.

[blastedass]

Sap.

[Bakugou rolls his eyes before grabbing Kirishima by the shoulder and pulling him.]

You can stretch me open in a few seconds! Just get your ass up here.

[Cause he's gonna pull him in for a kiss as soon as he can get him.]

[cantbreakmybody]

[Kirishima lets himself be pulled up and--oh!!! A kiss!!! Kirishima momentarily forgets everything else as he kisses Bakugou back. Positively giddy at this turn of events.]

[blastedass]

[Bakugou pulls him in close and drags him on top of him. Wraps his free arm around his lower back as he presses Kirishima flush against him. Mmm... that feels better. Damn glad their clothes are over there somewhere.]

[cantbreakmybody]

[Kirishima is on cloud nine. He takes this opportunity to snuggle close. Skinship. Full on skinship. Which means his cock is now pressed up against Bakugou’s thigh. And he might be somewhat rubbing up against him. This is the first contact it's had this whole time. He can't help himself.]

[blastedass]

[That was the fucking goal right now. Bakugou tents his knee slightly, pressing his thigh up against his friend's dick and rubbing up and down between his legs. He's definitely rubbing against Kirishima, breath heating up as he starts to tangle with his partner. Arms around his body, legs hooked around his waist and slotted between his strong limbs. Wanting to feel and make out for a while more.]

[cantbreakmybody]

[Kirishima whines softly in the back of his throat as Bakugou shifts against him. For the moment his plans of topping his friend have been set aside as he lets himself be distracted.

It feels good to grind against Bakugou's thigh. And it feels good to kiss him. Kirishima's tongues brushes against Bakugou's lips, begging entrance. He wants everything that Bakugou will give him.]

[blastedass]

[Bakugou rakes his hand up Kirishima's back, going from the middle all the way along his spine to the nape of his neck and burying his fingers into the spikes pouring over his hairline. Fuck, it feels good, the way he's grinding against him and pressing himself down onto him.

Tilting his head, he deepens the kiss, mouth opening to let the other hero's tongue slide into his. Licking at the intruding muscle and dragging his heel across the back of Kirishima's knee. They can set aside the whole fucking part for a moment. This is a little indulgence right here.]

[cantbreakmybody]

[Kirishima slips an arm between Bakugou's back and the mattress. Testing to see if he's allowed to hold him. He presses eagerly against Bakugou's thigh, rolling his hips.

Maybe he should be a little bit embarrassed to be humping his friend's leg, but he's not. He's too busy enjoying it all. The heat of their bodies. The way Bakugou is also clearly enjoying this.

His tongue pushes against Bakugou's, rolling over it as he explores his mouth. He vaguely wonders if Bakugou can taste himself on his tongue. Bitter and salty. That thought almost pushes him over. He probably won't last long with how wound up he is...

Probably better they're doing this before Kirishima could get inside him... taking the edge off first means he'll last longer in the next round.]

[blastedass]

[Bakugou arches his back slightly to enable his arm to get back there without protest. Apparently he's gonna let him hold him too, probably because Kirishima feels damn good like this, the way he's pressing against his chest and leg so eagerly.

If embarrassment was a thing, he wouldn't be clinging and grinding naked to the other boy. Kissing Kirishima with open-mouthed breaths and tongue-twining groans. Yeah, definitely enjoying this, his dick hard and pulsing against his friend's.

Bakugou lifts his tongue to give Kirishima room to explore, teeth scraping across the slick muscle as it invades his mouth. He can taste himself... a little. Not like he hasn't licked his own hand after jerking off before.

The blonde breaks the kiss, panting against his friend's mouth as he presses his forehead against his. Hips actually starting to buck and thrust now, working a rhythm as they grind their bodies together.] Fuck... you sure... you need the paper to do this?

[cantbreakmybody]

[Kirishima feels his heart positively melt when Bakugou's forehead presses to his. Damn if that little sliver of affection doesn't threaten to do him in.]

That sounds like... you think I'm doing an A+ kind of job.

[Teasing. But his eyes are warm. Things might be going better than he hoped.]

I really... don't think it's all about the paper anymore. It stopped being about the paper a while ago.