(New Beginnings}

Bzz Bzz

"Look, babe! Ei sent me his outfit. Isn't it cute?"

"Can you try to hold still? I'm almost finished."

Deku is waving his phone in the air, but Bakugo's got clippers in his hands, and the kid just can't seem to relax. He pushes his arm down for the tenth time.

"Sorry! I'm so excited for him, he's been texting us nonstop."

Noticing that Deku was browsing through the clothing store they'd been in yesterday pretty attentively, Bakugo, after some probing about his keen interest, had taken him out shopping today. Currently, he is shaving the sides of Deku's head into an undercut.

{Three Hours Earlier}

"I dunno, Kacchan...do you really think I should get a haircut? I only really want new clothes because Hawks suggested I think about how I want to present myself next week for our interviews. And I don't have a lot of nice stuff."

"You've had the same look since middle school," Bakugo comments, rifling through a display of clothes aand shoving specific things into Deku's hands. "Maybe time to change it up?"

"So have you!"

"Hair? Yeah. Clothing-wise, no. Everyone online comments on my hair saying they like it, so I don't change it, and I also like it this way as well. You have to listen to all the extras supporting you. Besides, I've been cutting it myself since last year, so I can do yours. I don't trust anyone else not to fuck it up."

"Do you not like it, or something?" Deku asks, rubbing his curls, self-consciously. "How did you learn to cut hair, anyway?"

"Just from tutorials...and, it's not that I don't like it, but I think you'd look good with a fade, that's all."

"Maybe…."

He feels a sudden peck on the cheek, Bakugo smirking. "Do what you want, nerd. It was just a suggestion. You told me you don't feel cool enough, and that's a trendy hairstyle. And you asked me for my opinion on clothes because you liked what I got for Kirishima. So I'm telling you about it. Those pink overalls you had for the concert...is that what you like? I've been giving you a lot of neutrals so far."

It's weird for Deku to see Bakugo being so into fashion. He's certain that he would never want to advertise this side of himself to most people; he definitely wants it to seem effortless. But the man knows his stuff, and he's wondering who the hell taught him about that.

"Uh, well, Ei gave them to me and told me he thought I might look cute in them, and so I tried them on," Deku shrugs. "And I think I like them...but I don't know if I want to just be 'cute'. I'm ok with looking more feminine, it's just, I've never really felt 'hot' before…or 'cool'...I feel like i'd be masquerading in half of these clothes."

This is so embarrassing, is all Deku has pounding through his head, holding up the stuff Bakugo has chosen, a bit sheepish. Being insecure was something he always tried to diminish by trying to play it off as being humble.

"Huh? You don't feel hot? Not even when I tell you you're hot? Not even when Kirishima said that?" Bakugo is scrunching his face, genuinely confused.

"I - Hawks asked me how I'd want to be perceived. And all I'd really want people to think when they see me is that they'd feel safe. But doesn't appearance come with that too? All Might is so tall and had huge muscles - he was naturally charming from the beginning. And intimidating. It's not like I can just copy him and say "I am here" like he did and project confidence the same way. I know i'm good at reassuring people, and I know I can fight...but I don't know if me just showing up would make anyone flinch. When I smile - when I fight crime, I feel like everyone's just looking at me like i'm some kid impersonating a hero…"

Calculating all that, Bakugo sighs, taking the pile of things he's given Deku and saying: "Hey."

"Yeah?"

Fidgeting, Deku can't look him in the eye right now. He's got too much running through his head. Kirishima, the afternoon prior, looked so good in everything he tried on. He was so muscular, he'd never have to alter any of the clothes for them fitting too big; there wasn't a single item that did not accentuate some nice part of his body. Bakugo was the same, if he chose a slightly slimmer cut. He was feeling out of his depth having to care so much and scrutinizing his own appearance like this when he'd worked so hard to get it to where it was.

"You have to stop doubting yourself. I know you think the sun shines out of every hero's ass, and you like to document their skills, but you're so much more capable than you let yourself believe because you're so in awe of everyone else. You gotta start hyper focusing on what you can do, and not what you need to improve. The only reason I'm up top right now is because I realized in my extra lessons first year that if I assume I'm better, I'm doomed to fail. And you're doing the opposite. You're your own worst enemy."

"Kacchan…"

"You don't need any of this shit to be cool, Deku. You already are. When you're motivated, you win. Every time. No matter the stakes. And people are going to remember that far more than just showing up with a nice outfit; if it helps, great. But it's not necessary. So don't forget that."

Even with the mountain of shirts and jeans in his grasp, Deku tries to hug his boyfriend, knocking some of the pile out and onto the floor.

"Thanks."

"Idiot," But he's smiling. "Let's go try this shit on, okay?"

Grabbing the things off the ground, Deku notices the gratified look on Bakugo's face as he walks towards the fitting room.

{Present}

Deciding to poll his audience is what made Deku decide to cut his hair. Truthfully? He didn't really care about it much - so what loss could he really have in trying something new?

Messaging Hawks, and feeling dumb about doing so, he still got an eager reply teling him that it was a good idea to ask his fans. His instagram questionnaire has yielded an astonishing 78% yes to the question: "Should I get an undercut?"

And now Bakugo is finally finished.
"Alright, what do you think?"

He'd been sitting on a chair, unable to see himself at all because the sink was out of reach. Standing up, Bakugo brushes off the extra green strands from his shoulders as Deku glances into the mirror.

"Woah."

"That a good or a bad 'woah'?"

His boyfriend's got his arms crossed; Bakugo knows he's good at this, but that doesn't matter unless the final product is liked by the person it's given to.

"Good. It looks...it's just different, and it'll be a bit to get used to. But I really dig it, thanks, Kacchan!"

Jumping onto him, Bakugo smirks, hugging him back. "I told you."

"Yeah, you did. I can't wait to show everyone."

About to take his phone back out of his pocket for a selfie, Bakugo snatches it out of his hand.
"You should go pick out something new, and I'll take a full body shot, eh?" He asks, waving it around.

"Y-yeah? You don't mind? I feel really vain…"
Deku's body language is less than open, his arm wrapping around his chest to his shoulder.

"Tch, why? Because you look great? It's not vain. You're allowed to like how you look. And maybe I wanna show you off too, did you ever think about that?"

"Babe." His crinkly smile back, Deku blushes. "Thanks. You really didn't mind paying for me today, right? It was so expensive...I won't be able to pay you back for - "

"Shut the fuck up, nerd." Cutting him off, Bakugo grabs him and pulls him close again, giving him a kiss. "Never question that crap. You understand? This is a career investment. You know you'd do the same for me if you could. Besides, you're the one who told me we'll be together for awhile. There's plenty of things you can do for me and give me that aren't cash to make it up to me, if you really feel the need. But you don't need to."

"Okay."

Feeling butterflies, Deku holds him for a little while longer before going to his room.

Waiting for him to decide on an outfit, Bakugo is leaning against the sofa arm, checking the photo Kirishima sent him and Deku.
He's got his hair back in a little ponytail; wearing a fitted black button up with accent leather pockets over skinny burgundy trousers. He's got both his top and bottom rolled, a cuff on his wrist and the choker Kaminari gave him around his neck. Everything he's wearing makes his physique stand out, but it's his expression that sells it because it's full of confidence.

Deku's already sent a heart-eyes in response to the outfit. Already having stepped on his toes enough, Bakugo simply sends 11/10.

Replying, Kirishima writes back Bless you guys.

Good luck tonight, Shitty Hair.

Thanks! Love you.

The kid looks damn good, and Bakugo is annoyed he still feels any amount of envy gripping him in the gut over Tamaki. He knows it's stupid, but it just sucked not to be Kirishima's #1 any more even with someone like Deku on his side. Even if he wants Kirishima to be happy, he also wants to always protect him, even if he knows he's been the cause of anguish before. He's got to get a grip.

Sighing, he pushes it all down: Love you too, idiot.

"Hey, is this a good look?"

Layered denim is one of Bakugo's personal favourites, so seeing Deku walking out of his room with acid wash overalls and a vintage-looking black jacket overtop has him salivating. He'd picked a white shirt with thin black stripes underneath.

"Uh, yeah. Get the fuck over here." Deku barely has any time to say anything because he's getting a tongue shoved down his throat and his ass grabbed.

They hadn't gotten to fool around all week because of his injuries, but Bakugo could care less if his wrist was a little achy still, he needed to feel Deku's body against his.

"Kacchan...this is nice, but should we take pictures before we…Mm." He's not being pushy at all, having a hand snaking its way up his shirt. He can feel Bakugo getting hard against his own dick, pressing a few tentative fingers against his zipper. "I missed your cock. How has it been barely a week?"

"No idea," Bakugo breathes, a nibble on Deku's ear, making him moan in response. "We should go take some photos, though. Here wait, I want you to wear this. If you want."

Yanking the necklace he has on off him, and pushing him gently away, Deku's eyes are wide.

"Your chain? But you always have it on."
He'd been wearing this for forever, a gift from his mom for getting into UA. It was solid silver - well-made and delicate. It had a very small bar-shaped pendant hanging off it with Katsuki engraved on it in tiny script. Half the time, Deku didn't even notice it.

"Yeah, it's special to me. I think I'd like it better on you." Unclasping it, he wraps it around Deku's neck and settles it so it's visible against his outfit. "I want you to feel like...like I could be with you, even if I'm not. Thursday I was really worried about you on patrol, even though I know it's stupid because Hawks can keep you safe. I can't believe these idiots got me, and you told me you patrol with him alone so...I just don't know how long it's going to be before what's going on comes to light, and we can't talk about it, so…"

"Kacchan…" Despite himself, Deku feels his lips tremble slightly, touched. "That's so nice. Thanks. I wish I had something like that to give you."

"Eh, I don't need it," he dismisses, though his hands grip tightly around one of Deku's. "But yeah. Let's go outside, your neighbours wall of vine across the street will be a good background. I know you want to make me food, but I say we just order in and fuck before it gets here, and then after we eat. Sound good?"

"Mmm. Yeah."

{Amajiki Apartment Complex}

"Oh my god!"

There'd been so many pings on the ride here: Kirishima had been way too distracted listening to music and dealing with his nerves that he didn't bother to even look at the chat.

Tamaki had told him tonight was going to be a surprise, and he was incredibly antsy from anticipation. He's just outside his building, mustering up the courage to go in and ring the buzzer when he distracts himself with the messages.

Deku, omg, your instagram! Looking fierce! Uraraka has written. Have you guys seen it yet?

Wow, I love it Mido!

Sharing Deku's newest post with the caption; 'Took your advice, what do you think?', Ashido has attached a million hearts to the message.

Kirishima is bouncing with excitement. He looks amazing.

As if you could get any hotter, Izu! That hair is mint, he replies.

Ahhh, thanks guys! Kacchan cut it for me. I'm trying to care more about my appearance.

Man, what can't he do, huh? Sero has added. I agree though, it's nice. You look great!

Yeah dude. Sick fit, Kaminari sends a thumbs up.

"Freaking Kat," Kirishima is shaking his head. It's really the pose that does it for him. In his usual peace sign stance, Deku looks so happy, teeth showing in a wide smile. His posture is relaxed, and he's betting that his best friend was all over him right before this. And then, as he examines the outfit, he zooms in to see a specific detail… "His chain?!"

Heart melting at this, Kirishima can't help himself. He searches for allmightyizuku, clicking on the photo, deciding to comment.
Hmm, that chain looks mighty familiar. Say explosivegroundzero, isn't that your signature?

Giggling to himself, he puts his phone now on mute, jamming in Tamaki's number to the dialing system. He's so glad to have friends like Bakugo and Deku, even if it was complicated sometimes. They were exemplary of the kind of love you'd want from anyone. He's feeling a bit mushy and inspired.

"Hello?" booms from the speaker, lighting a fire in Kirishima's stomach.

"Hey, Tamaki! It's me!"

"Hey!" and he sounds so excited, Kirishima smiles. "Come on up."

The buzzer sounds, but Kirishima finds himself overwhelmed.

Of course, he's always been kind of curious about Tamaki's place. Tamaki never talked about himself much, and there was so much Kirishima didn't know. But he still was kinda expecting to be going out, even if Tamaki got nervous.
This part of town is really nice, and Kirishima realizes this complex is swanky, as there's a receptionist who asks for ID once he opens the door to the lobby. And when he's cleared, the elevator to the top has glass windows facing outwards into the setting sunset. He watches himself rise up and up to the twentieth floor, admiring the view of the lit up skyline.

Walking to the end of the hall, he knocks, hearing some faint indie music inside.
Tamaki opens the door, looking incredibly shy, gazing at Kirishima up and down.

"Hi...you look really nice."

"So do you!"

"Uh, thanks. Come in." Holding the door open, Kirishima isn't surprised to see what Tamaki is wearing. He's got on ripped black jeans and a blue plaid flannel. It's exactly what he would picture him to own, but he'd just never seen him in plain clothes before. Every time they'd gone out casually with Fat Gum, he'd had on the same blazer over khakis, and at school earlier that week he'd had his costume on. "Maybe I should've told you you don't need to dress fancy? Uh…"

"What? It's not like I'm in a suit, dude. It's fine," Kirishima laughs, embracing Tamaki, who hesitates for only a moment before it's returned.

"I asked some of your friends about what you might want to do. The consensus seemed to be 'do what you want to do', which was kind of weird. But I thought, we both love eating, and we both like movies...so why not just do that at home? I just want to be able to be more myself, you know?"

"You asked my friends?" Kirishima is thrown, that happy little noise he gets threatening to push out of his throat. "That's so cute."

"Yeah? I wanted it to be special." He's red, rubbing the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at his date.

"Anything would be special with you! Man, your apartment is really nice."
Gawking at the architecture, Tamaki's unit is definitely a new instalment. Half of his main living area is highlighted by glass, the natural lighting from the windows displaying the city lights below. The other walls are a calculated darker brick. His kitchen, an amazing smell wafting from it, has stainless steel appliances, a wooden island with barstools centred around it. And adjacent to, there is a nice leather couch in front of a flat screen with speakers - the source of the music.

"Oh, uh, thanks."

"I didn't know you had taste like this," Kirishima comments, picking up one of his drink coasters - it's a geode resin, super shiny. He'd seen them before online, they were not cheap. "Man, not to be rude, but you must be making bank. I can't wait until I start making cash, but if I move out, I doubt i'd be able to make my place look this nice... I like your painting."

Said painting is hanging on the wall beside the bathroom; butterflies in a field, his favourite. While Kirishima examines it, Tamaki flushes.

"Thanks Kiri. It's weird...I don't mean to make this sound so...I can't think of a correct phrasing. You get paid a lot to do so little. I try to pick selective interviews in the hopes to inspire people like me, who struggle with the same things...and then I get bombarded with copyright emails offering to pay me lots to use the same clips or footage. I find it hard to say no. And then I wake up with tons of yen deposited in my account...Mirio told me to just run with it and that I deserve it…"

Kirishima is smiling, chuckling.
"Man, you're just like Midoriya. You do deserve it. As long as you don't lose yourself? You're fine. And someone like you needs to feel safe when they're at home. Top ten heroes can't just live anywhere, right?"

"Maybe…" Tamaki walks over to the stove, the vegetables he's cut still simmering. "I'm baking some seafood, my speciality. Is that alright? Crab legs? I have some clams going too. You like a lot of red meats, but - "

Before he can respond, Tamaki is being pulled in and smooched; only for a few moments.

"It's perfect."

"Kay." Suneater is getting totally disarmed by this amazing boy, who just so happened to decide he was worthy enough to kiss. It's almost unfair. "You hungry?"

"I am so hungry I think I might die. But I can wait - what is it you're listening to?"

He plops himself onto one of the stools, spinning himself around a few times. Tamaki likes that he's basically the same now as he's always been; he doesn't have to adjust himself.

"I just put my library on shuffle...uh, we can listen to whatever you want. I like to cook with music."

"I'm cool with whatever. This sounds hella sad, though. Pegged you for liking that kinda thing, heh," Kirishima smiles again, leaning onto the counter as Tamaki struggles with the oven as he checks on the food, his hands shaky.

"We can skip the song if - "

"Man, Tamaki, it's me. You can relax. I think I will change it, but more cause i'm curious about what you got. I basically just pick playlists that people make and see if I like anything on em."

"Oh, I can't stand that," Tamaki chuckles, exhaling. His friend was right in her messages to him, Kiri would definitely not let this get awkward. He's gotta chill. "I'm more of a 'listen to the whole album' kind of person. Here, you can have a look."

Handing Kirishima his phone, unlocked, the gesture is getting Kirishima a little fuzzy. There's 75 emails in his inbox, and hundreds of unread texts. Damn it must be hard being so popular, Kirishima thinks, but doesn't dwell too long, switching to Tamaki's music and scrolling through the artists.

"The Japanese Super Fun Party Club?! You like them?"

"Their drummer is one of the best in the world," Tamaki shrugs. "I like the instrumentation. Why, is it surprising that I would listen to them?"

"Nah, I mean, they're super popular. It's only because I can't picture you dancing," Kirishima jumps off his chair, switching to the band's song 'Party Right Now', whose music could only be described as lively. "I don't know jack shit about what makes music good, but I do like hype!"

Jumping around the kitchen, Kirishima is shaking his hips and very unrhythmically waving his arms in the air. Making direct eye contact, and because Kirishima is giggling, Tamaki snorts, a grin threatening to come on his lips.

"You're ridiculous," Tamaki says softly.

"Uh, no, you're ridiculous because how can you stay still?"

"I don't dance."

"Pssh, nobody 'doesn't dance', you silly goose. Look, I can see the timer still has ten minutes. Show me what you got, Suneater!" Standing in front of him, Kirishima is still swaying to the beat.

"I'm good."

"Oh, alright then, guess i'm just going to look like an idiot on my own," he winks, skipping into his living room and belting out the lyrics. "Get up and go, come on let's go - TAMAKI" and he points to his date. "I wanna party right now, cause the music's so loud - TAMAKI."

Covering his mouth with his hand, Tamaki is giggling now too. Kirishima's ad libbing to the song, combined with his terrible pitch? It's a bit too adorable for him to handle.

Folding his arms, Tamaki tries to entertain this just a little bit, singing along with Kirishima as lively as he can muster it.

"And tomorrow if the mood is right, we'll make the same mistakes as we did tonight. So let's party right now." He coughs as he notices Kirishima's bright expression.

"Tamaki! Your voice is amazing."

"Uh…"

Bouncing back around to the kitchen, Kirishima grabs his wrists and starts to move them up and down, letting go of one to twirl him around. Tamaki spins, his head buzzing. "Do you play anything, Tamaki? I can picture you with a guitar or something."

"Uh, sometimes I play along with my ukulele, but I'm not so good at it, I don't have a lot of time to practice." He's not used to being touched so much, but he's also finding he doesn't mind, allowing Kirishima to swing their arms back and forth again.

Tamaki wonders if he ever calms down.

"Oh man, I hope you play it for me one day! Your singing is so nice. You know a lot about music, it seems like…also, everything smells great! You're good at a lot of stuff, huh?"

And now Tamaki hopes he never does.

"I suppose. Thanks, Kiri."

"Tamaki…" Kirishima stops, his eyes flickering. "You're smiling...with teeth."

"Oh, am I?" And his palm is yanked back from Kirishima's grip, covering his mouth again.

"Why are you hiding it! I've never seen you smile that big. You're so cute."

"I..don't really like my smile. But you just - you make me feel really happy when you're around. I don't think I would've been so good on the field before I graduated without you there with Fat Gum cheering me on all the time."

"Man, Tamaki. Maybe you don't like it, but I sure do. And that's really nice you feel that way, I felt so useless half the time because you were so powerful." He's hugging Tamaki now, squeezing him tightly.

There's been something he's been wanting to tell Kirishima for a while now. This may as well be a better time than any, feeling his warmth, in all sense of the word. "When I'm fighting sometimes, I just have your words in the back of my head - like, if I doubt myself it's your voice telling me that I can do it. Cause you always say that to me."

"Tamaki…" his fingers couldn't get any tighter around Suneater. "That's so sweet."

"You're just a ray of sunshine, Kirishima."

Pulling away just enough so their eyes can meet, Kirishima has the crooked, goofy, grin he has when he's the softest, melting. He grabs the back of Tamaki's head, gently, and kisses him. Surprising both of them, Tamaki deepens it, not allowing himself to have any thought enter his mind for once, and slips his tongue inside Kirishima's mouth, just a tentative little taste.
Kirishima moans, feeling one of Tamaki's hands snake to a safe spot; his back, and they continue to explore each other until the timer pings.

"But father, he is the love of my life! I do not care if he's a common soldier!"
Onscreen, a beautiful young Chinese woman is begging at the feet of her dad, the King of Peking.

"I dunno, princess - you were kissing the Prince of Taipei like twenty minutes ago. I'm not buying it."

"Tamaki!" For the twentieth time, he's laughing his ass off at Tamaki's commentary. "Can you suspend your disbelief just a little bit?"

"Oh come on, Kiri - this acting is not only atrocious, but Princess Zhao is only into Li because he saved her dad from all the invading samurai. She was back and forth on him until then; who would choose Li over the Prince, anyways? The Prince is way hotter. And he's royalty. It's an easy choice.

"You're too much, oh my god."

Dinner had gone incredibly smooth. Kirishima was impressed at Tamaki's table-setting game - candles lit, all the correct size and style of bowls and dishes for each individual item, he even has a table runner. They'd managed to talk about, well, everything, as they ate. Kirishima hadn't had seafood this good his entire life.

Tamaki had asked if it was alright to drink a little scotch, his favourite - just a glass or so, so as not to disrupt his meds - so he could feel a tiny bit more relaxed. Kirishima had said yes, and he'd gotten to try some of the expensive-looking brand that Tamaki had brought over. He felt stupid thinking this, but Tamaki just seemed so adult, and he was really into that. Even if he was anxious, it was something he couldn't help - otherwise, he was incredibly mature.

Now, they were watching a martial arts movie that was on a streaming service. He had to admit, it was pretty damn bad, but that was part of the charm.

Every few minutes or so, Tamaki would make a scathing remark about how terrible it was, and honestly, it was fucking funny. But not only that, Tamaki was actually content and opening up. He's had a small smirk almost the whole evening. Kirishima can't help but be reminded of Bakugo in this instance - they were opposites in demeanour, but so similar in so many other ways. It was nice having them both be able to take off the mask around him.

Sipping from his glass, Tamaki turns his attention to Kirishima, who is laying with his knees up on the couch against the arm, while he's still a bit rigid, upright.
I really want to cuddle him…

The internal monologue that never shut up inside Tamaki's brain was a little tipsy. Both he and Kirishima were. He rarely drank, and his quirk also made the effects generally stronger. If he got too warm, and lost a little control over it, he'd sweat alcohol, which just soaked back into his body. Luckily, they'd eaten a ton.

"You good, Tamaki?"

Cocking his head at him, Kirishima watches as he blushes, fidgeting a bit.

"Uh. I - want to kind of, like...cuddle you?"

"Yeah? Well come here." Heart beating fast, Kirishima opens his arms up and widens his leg, waiting for Tamaki to move. When he hesitates, Kirishima then says, "Is there a specific way you want to cuddle?"

"Could you maybe lie against me, instead? Like...more in a sitting position?"

"Yeah, sure." He swivels, inching closer to Tamaki and allowing him to wind an arm around his shoulder. When neither of them move further, Kirishima is uncertain of what to do. "Do you want me to put my hands anywhere?"

Swallowing hard, Tamaki exhales: "I feel so stupid. Why am I so overwhelmed by you touching me, and vice versa. I was talking just fine…"

In between the thoughts of romance and lust, all Tamaki has is 'What if he thinks you're too skinny', 'What if you're really bad at cuddling', and 'He's too good for you' mingled up with his actual true desires.

"It's okay, Tamaki, I really don't mind. We can do it however you want until it's more natural. I'm letting you take the lead. I'm sorry I was so hyper earlier. If I do anything you don't like, just tell me, ok?"

He's too good for you, Tamaki.

Shut up, brain! "Ugh...can you - can you just kiss me?"

"Huh?" scrunching his eyebrows, that wasn't what Kirishima was expecting to hear.

"Earlier, I didn't think about it. When you kissed me. I didn't think about it. And it was nice. And for some reason, now everything is so negative in my head even though it's been a really nice night so far and I can't seem to get the idea that I'm going to screw this up off my mind and if i can't then i'll definitely screw it up and - mmph."

Obliging the request, Kirishima shuts him up by attacking his lips - tenderly, of course - pecking him again and again until Tamaki responds, the arm he has around Kirishima crushing their chests together as he can feel his tongue in his mouth again. Kirishima's head is light too, but the only thoughts he's really had all night were some variant of Tamaki is amazing.
It's much more urgent than the last, this makeout session, and Kirshima, truly a sensory-driven person over thought, is feverish like he was when Deku had asked him what he'd wanted done to him in bed.

Falling back onto the cushions, Tamaki only has a tiny anxiety alarm bell going off in his head as he crashes on top of him. He's too busy noticing that Kirishima has a hand on his ass. And Kirishima is not pushing his luck, he's just resting it there, his other hand fully entangled in purple hair. Though his one arm is under Kirshima's bodyweight now, he's got the other brushing his abs, right above his jeans waistband, a little too scared, but not scared enough to play with the hem.

"I love kissing you," Tamaki hears in his ear, shuddering. "Can I kiss you on the neck?"

"Mmhm."

As soon as Kirishima's lips touch his soft skin, Tamaki has a strangled gasp escape his throat, followed slowly by a tiny moan, a little 'uh'. And in turn, Kirishima almost growls because a) Tamaki moans are hot, and b) Tamaki has finally placed his entire palm flat on his hip. He wants more, but he's certain that Tamaki can feel how fucking rock solid his dick is right now, and how is he going to handle that? Because he can also feel Tamaki's erection slowly building, and he's probably going to have to slap himself tomorrow morning over the fact that his senpai, the reason at all why he's had such academic success for scouting him, and the #10 hero, is hard against him. Is kissing him at all. Is this even real?

"K-kiri - can we sit up? I don't want to stop, I'm just - "

Without a word, Kirishima whips them both upwards, allowing them to sit before pulling Tamaki back into him so they can continue, feeling Tamaki grab his face with both hands.

To be honest, Tamaki desperately wants to see Kirishima without a shirt and pants. He just doesn't want to see himself without one yet, and he doesn't feel it's fair, even if he knows Kiri wouldn't mind at all. They'd gone to a hot spring once with Fat Gum, and he was not shy whatsoever while Tamaki couldn't take off his towel. He couldn't lie and say he wasn't secretly checking out Kirishima's toned butt and back whenever he could.

But there still could be something he could do. Kirishima's tongue was like a drug. He was distracted enough by it, and so turned on by it, that he removes some fingers off Kirishima's chin...and places his hand on his thigh.

Like a reflex, Kirishima clutches onto Tamaki's hand, holding it there and gripping it tight.
For all the self-doubt he had, this was so much more action that Kirishima had expected - and he's not prepared for even more as Tamaki, excruciatingly slow, grazes his cock over his zipper.

"Tamaki. Are you sure? You don't have to - "

"Touch me too." And finally, Kirishima has the sense to look at him, properly, noticing his expression is wild, breathless. "I want you to touch me."

"Fuck."

Whimpering, Kirishima mashes his lips back onto Tamaki's, daring to do as he's told and rubbing him back. He can feel Tamaki start to have more shallow breathing, attempting to stifle all the noises escaping his throat that are both so fucking cute and so fucking hot to Kirishima, he might not recover.

"Kiri."

"Mmhm," he replies against his neck, where he's moved his mouth to.

"Can you...can, mm, can you touch me? Like, touch my - my cock? I can undo my pants."

"Yes, yes I can," his ears are ringing. "Are you sure, though?"

'' just don't want you to pull it out, ok? I just wanna...I wanna see how it feels."

"Yeah."

"It's ok I don't want to do it to you right now, right?" Tamaki asks, his cheeks red as he fumbles with his button. But he notices Kirishima's intensity, and realizes he probably doesn't care at all.

"Of course not. Hey, come here," Kirishima whispers. "Get on my lap. You can hold me while I do it."

Kirishima angles himself so Tamaki can settle on top of him with his legs swung out, almost losing it when Tamaki chooses to nestle his head overtop his bent right arm on Kirishima's shoulder, face hidden in the crook. Kirishima has his left arm snaked around Tamaki in a way that he can hold Tamaki's left hand, his right at the moment of truth.

"Ok, I'm ready."

Completely rigid before contact, Tamaki jerks, yelping as soon as Kirishima has his fingers wrapped around his length, his very first handjob, as Kirishima gives the first pump of his cock.

"Want me to keep going?"

"Mmhm."

His hidden head is nodding, and Kirishima pecks the top of it.

Though it'll have to wait, Kirishima could drool just imagining what the cock in his hand looks like. It was thick, and he's pretty sure it's uncut. It might even be thicker than Deku's, even though it's not close to as long. Imagining how that would fill him up - just imaging Tamaki as a top - is probably enough to get him to cum in his pants.

Still going slow, he can feel the strain increase every passing second as Tamaki is relentlessly whining into his own arm, his dick twitching.

"Are you close, Tamaki? You can come in my hand, if you want."
It's not entirely intentional, but Kirishima speeds up his tempo just a notch. But it's a noticeable notch.

Inhaling and exhaling hard, as Tamaki lifts his head, he shakes it no. "I don't think I want to. It feels so good, mm, mm," he can't concentrate when he's this hard. "I just don't want to in my pants, and I'm not ready for you to see it - I - I "

Of all the times for his head to fill with an anxiety realization or flash, he panics - shoving Kirishima away from him frantically. Scrambling upwards, he beelines to his bedroom and locks the door as he closes it.

"Tamaki, you're such an idiot," he mutters to himself as he leans against the wall.

This time, Mirio is inside his head, as Tamaki had attempted to train in these situations: Okay Tamaki! Countdown from 10! 10, 9, 8,..

"Tamaki! I'm so sorry! I should've stopped when you shook your head. I'm so sorry!"

Kirishima sounds so pained, Tamaki almost wants to start crying. Drinking was definitely a mistake.

He finishes his count to 1, and opens back up, sighing. Kirishima is frowning, a sad look on him.
"I'm sorry," he repeats.

"No - no...I shouldn't have drank anything. My anxiety is flaring because of it. I think I'm just….I'm assuming you've slept with someone before, right? Maybe multiple people? I just can't shake all the thoughts out of my head. That I'll be inadequate compared to them because of how I am. Because of how emotionally stunted I am…"

"Tamaki…"

Not knowing what to do, Kirishima just stands there, feeling ambivalent about the question, and how to answer him.

"You don't have to give me specifics, I would hate that...you're really good at kissing and didn't hesitate at all when I gave you permission to touch me. It's just...overwhelming."

Staring straight at the ground, Tamaki knows he's putting him on the spot.

"I have, yeah. But Tamaki...I don't compare you, or anyone for that matter, to anyone like that. You're your own person, and we all move at different paces with different people. It's okay if you want to do something sexual or intimate and then feel like you need to stop at any time for any reason. I can fucking wait. It's not a race."

"Okay...cause…" He's feeling relief run through his veins, his tenseness dissipating a bit. "Like...the amount of times I can jerk off in a day is absolutely ridiculous."

"Pshhh...Tamaki!" Thank god, he's fine, Kirishima thinks as he's giggling so hard. "Same though."

"I just don't want you to blame yourself….clearly I fucked that up just now. I really do want to do stuff with you, and have thought about it for a while. Like...a lot."

"Man, me too! Come on, Tamaki, it's clear you like me, even just from your messages. I've never seen so many heart emojis," Kirishima smiles, making Tamaki blush. "I definitely never doubted that for a moment. And for a first date? Like I wasn't even expecting you to make you with me."

"Really?"

"No! And it's been amazing. So let's maybe cool it for now and just go watch something before I go, yeah? Didn't you say you made dessert?"

"Yeah. Tiramisu."

"I love Tiramisu!" Kirishima fist pumps, dragging Tamaki back out into the living room. "Okay, you get the plates, and I will choose a better movie, sound good?"

"Sounds amazing."

And as Kirishima babbles about the selections on the TV, Tamaki feels a twinge, a complete rush, of whatever emotion is close to being in love, but not quite there yet, in the pit of his stomach.

{Midoriya Apartment}

"You can't stop squirming - are you getting close again, angel?"

They'd barely stopped to eat - they'd been sucking and fingering and cumming for close to three hours now. His mom would be away until the morning. Deku has no idea how Bakugo can have so much stamina, but he's enjoying being the one to be spoiled tonight, having overworked himself in their workout this morning.

Right now he has his arms wrapped around his pillow, screaming into it because Bakugo is spooning him, three fingers inside his tight hole and the other perfectly placed around his cock. He'd figured out the exact angle to hit his gspot, his rhythm fast in his ass, but almost torturously slow on his shaft.

He really is close again, and Deku has lost all sense and control, feeling Bakugo lean over to nibble his ear, the spot he likes bitten most.
"Babe, I wanna fuck you. I wana fuck you so hard. So hard that you have to bite me and leave a mark," Deku has shoved the pillow away, ridding the wave of his orgasm as he grunts and groans as his boyfriend is unrelenting. 'So fucking hard - ahhh!"

Panting, Deku curls into himself a bit as he calms down - that one was intense.

And then, he feels Bakugo holding him, his voice low and coaxing - like a cobra. "Yeah? Do you really want to fuck me that bad? Because I think tonight...I think tonight I want to let you. Think you'll be able to get hard again for me?"

Rolling around to face him, Deku's eyes are wide - Bakugo is smirking, his expression full of fire.

"Yes. Do you really mean it? You're ready?"

"When I saw you under Kirishima, I wished that it was me on top of you. But I know that you'll be able to last a long time now because of how much you've already been a good boy cumming so much," he whispers, kissing him aggressively on the mouth.

"Kacchan."

"So," Bakugo continues, running a lone finger up and down his cheek, pulling his chin up. "You better be rough. That's how I think i'll like it."