We Could Kiss, a my hero academia/僕のヒーローアカデミア fanfic

A/N:

—Things to note—

Bakugo is trans (ftm) and mostly afab terms are used.

Mentions of SeroRoki and mentions of ShinKami.

Finally got around to working through my drafts. And holy shit the KiriBaku brainrot has been hitting me recently. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading! ❤️💥

"Ah man," Hanta sighed. "It was like kissing someone's grandmother."

"Gross dude, I do not need to know about your age kink!" Denki screamed across Mina's dorm room.

"She was my age you dumbass and even if I did have an age kink, that is rude to kink shame," Hanta said matter of factly. "Plus you don't hear me talking about your type for people with purple hair."

"Oh shit," Mina chuckled.

Eijiro tried not to laugh but then Denki's face turned a similar shade of red to the hair dye Eijiro used; he couldn't help but chuckle a bit. Eijiro met Katsuki's gaze and the ash blond was even grinning at the comment.

"I do not have a purple thing, I don't like Minet—"

"We do not say that name in this dorm," Mina cut off a matter of factly.

"The Perverted Grape Bitch," Katsuki suggested instead.

"Much better," Mina smiled.

Denki sighed and took a handful of popcorn before turning to the other blond in the room. His grin was all the answer Eijiro needed to know that it was not going to go well.

"Sooo, Kacchan," Denki started, already managing to fuck it up in a matter of seconds. "What was your first kiss like?"

The glare the ash blond sent him should have been enough to take an entire army of villains down, but Denki ignored it like he always did when it came to Katsuki's warning signs. The ash blond was uncomfortable, so naturally, he went with the easiest emotion to mask whatever it was that he was really feeling.

Anger.

"Why the fuck would I tell you damn idiots about it?!" Katsuki yelled.

Denki shrugged, unbothered. "I mean Hanta told us he kisses grandmas—which I wonder what Roki will think of that—"

Hanta threw a pillow at him. "Shut the fuck up!"

Denki put his hands up in defense. "Right, Kacchan's first kiss is the topic now. So, what was she like?"

"Or he?" Mina chimed in. Which would have been fine if she didn't look over to Eijiro as she said it. While Eijiro knew telling her about his crush on his best friend was a bad idea he did kinda wanna know what the ash blond's preference was. If he even had one. Since meeting him and the summers they spent together outside of U.A. Eijiro only learned that Katsuki hated everyone equally.

"Or them?" Hanta added.

"Are you just going to guess at this point?" Katsuki deadpanned.

Mina sighed. "As if we would know, you tell us nothing!"

Katsuki looked unbothered and took another sip of his tea. "Not my problem. I am not talking about a kiss that's inconsequential to me now."

"That bad—" Denki was luckily cut off.

"Okay, so Kiri, what about you?" Hanta tried to move on.

Which would have been fine but all Eijiro could think of was: who the hell Katsuki kissed that left him not even wanting to shit talk about how bad it was. When he failed to answer, Katsuki kicked him in the leg.

"What?" Eijiro blinked and turned to his best bro.

"You're their next victim. Your first kiss story or get harassed apparently," Katsuki clarified.

"We do not harass anyone," Mina rolled her eyes.

Eijiro scratched the back of his neck before chuckling. One of the only nervous tics he couldn't manage to drop since middle school, no matter how much he tried.

"I never had one."

Hanta nodded, accepting the answer. Mina should have already known this but for whatever reason, she looked as shocked as Denki—okay maybe not that shocked.

Katsuki raised a brow. "You're fucking kidding me?"

"Why would I joke about not kissing someone?" Eijiro questioned.

"Dude, you had a boyfriend in middle school!" Denki exclaimed as if it answered it all.

Eijiro shook his head. "No, I said I had a crush and we almost dated until he turned out to be just asking me out as a joke."

Eijiro wanted to mutter something like: 'but thanks for mentioning that.' However, he remained quiet. It wasn't worth thinking about anymore. He wasn't the same person he was then. His crush now wouldn't do that to him—no his crush now would either blast him away or declare their friendship over most likely.

"Mina?" Eijiro muttered in hopes of changing the topic. Luckily she got the hint and started on her horror story of a first kiss.

"Well, it was summer and I was at the park. Some bitch pushed me off the slide and I collided with the sister of the bitch and we locked lips for a good minute before she pulled away and slapped me."

Mina seemed over it by now, but Eijiro still remembered her commenting on slapping her first kiss in the face if she saw her again.

After that they fell back into the normal gossip circle their nights often turned into when they were free to be lazy and relax. No homework or training to do. It should have been nice but all Eijiro could think of was not kissing anyone and if his stupid crush wouldn't go away he knew he never would because what was the point if it wasn't Katsuki?

He hated his thoughts.

Katsuki was his best friend and he was not going to do or say anything to make the man uncomfortable. He had managed to be friends with the man who hates everyone, weirder things could happen than kissing him or Katsuki liking him back; his brain just didn't want to think positively about the topic that seemed too far-fetched to even daydream about.

However, Eijiro couldn't allow those thoughts. Being hopeful for something that was never going to happen was not something he needed right now. He would just have to get over it. Maybe a good night's sleep would help him think better, though he was pretty sure if it hadn't worked in the last two, now three years he had been best friends with him, it wasn't going to be fixed this time either.

When Eijiro looked over to Katsuki, he was half-asleep, soft snores already escaping him as he fought not to fall asleep. Eijiro knew that image would be burned into his brain for a while and that he was totally fucked with his stupid crush not going away most likely ever.

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"Mind if I stay over?" Katsuki grumbled on their way back to their floor.

"Sure, man!" Eijiro agrees like the fucking idiot he was.

Just because he was trying not to think of his bro like that did not mean he wasn't going to be there for him. And if Katsuki needed to stay over then Eijiro would be there as the love-sick pillow he was no matter how much it hurt to know it was nothing more.

Eijiro was ready for bed by the time Katsuki walked into his room.

Eijiro was lying on his bed scrolling on his phone as Katsuki climbed over him and flopped down on the side of the bed closer to the wall.

"You okay?" Eijiro asked.

Katsuki sighed into the pillow before mumbling something Eijiro didn't quite catch since his face was still in his pillow. Eijiro set his phone off to the side, plugging it in before laying back down.

"Dude, you are going to have to repeat that," Eijiro laughed.

Katsuki turned, flipping himself onto his back and only looking up at the ceiling. So whatever it was, meant that he didn't want to say it out loud or that he was embarrassed by it. Eijiro didn't know which was worse.

"Is it true you haven't kissed anyone?" he grumbled.

Eijiro took a moment to process what Katsuki said through gritted teeth. When he didn't answer in the next ten seconds, still too tired to try and process it, Katsuki turned away and grumbled to the pillow again.

"Oh no you don't," Eijiro grabbed him and cuddled up behind him since Katsuki refused to face him.

It was totally fine they cuddled before, no big deal. It's not like Katsuki hates when people are in his personal space and that the idea of cuddling alone makes the blond scrunch up his face with disgust. Yet, when they were alone, when they were in the safety of their dorms, Eijiro was allowed to be close to him. He was allowed to touch him, breathe in the sweet scent he always had, and he was never able to forget he was one of the only people allowed to see this side of his best friend.

"No, I've never kissed anyone," Eijiro muttered in a soft tone. "And just to clarify, because you like all the facts, no one has kissed me either."

He didn't know why it was bothering his best bro but he didn't like seeing it. So he tried to use the right tone without it seeming like Katsuki had to calm down, he hated that tone and Eijiro refused to ever use it on the ash blond. However, he wanted him to know he could ask him anything and not feel the need to mutter it into a pillow first.

"Fuckin' me either," Katsuki whispered back.

Eijiro paused. "Wait what?!"

Katsuki pulled away at the sudden sound. "Fuck sake that was right in my ear, Shitty Hair!"

Eijiro pulled him back to him before saying: "Sorry, but you made a big deal about it—"

"I didn't want the dumbasses to know, you saw how they were with you and you're way more loveable than I am," Katsuki grumbled. "No wonder the 'asshole of the class' never had his first kiss? I would never hear the end of it."

Eijiro stayed silent for a moment still cuddling his best bro as the idea—the horrible, stupid, and asking for a death wish kind of idea had struck him.

"I mean we could kiss," Eijiro said before he could even register what he said.

"Huh?!" Katsuki pushed him back, but instead of leaving like Eijiro thought he simply turned to face the red-haired idiot.

"Uh, I mean just think about it," Eijiro was going to have to try and save himself with this one. "We both have never kissed anyone so if it's bad we won't even know and it won't matter because we know we are probably bad at it ahead of time. Plus we—uh—like—trust each other, you know, man?"

Eijiro was used to Katsuki looking at him like he was a fucking idiot but this was one of the few times Eijiro was thinking the same thing. Why the fuck did even ask him that anyway and why the fuck was Katsuki still staring at him like that?!

"You wanna kiss me?" Katsuki asked.

Eijiro looked at him confused. "Sure, why wouldn't I? You're manly as hell, Kats!"

Katsuki looked at him for another minute before sitting up, nearly kicking Eijiro out of bed. Eijiro tried to prepare for the rejection and the hateful comment or something but nothing in the world would have prepared him for Katsuki to look at him expectantly and say: "Okay, fucking kiss me then."

Eijiro thought it would have been less shocking to see Aizawa burn his sleeping bag than it was to hear Katsuki—his best bro, his best friend—tell him to kiss him.

"I—uh—okay," Eijiro managed out.

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Why are you getting flustered, you're the one to suggest this?!"

Eijiro sat up, turning to face Katsuki.

"It was not meant for you to hear it," Eijiro exclaimed.

"Fine, don't kiss me then. Fuck off—"

Eijiro acted on instinct and pulled Katsuki in as he leaned closer, their mouths a breath away; and fuck, Eijiro wasn't sure how he wasn't having a proper full-on gay crisis at that moment—but this was the calmest he had been all week.

"Can I kiss you?" Eijiro asked, making sure Katsuki was still okay with it.

"I would blast you if you didn't."

And then their lips were pressed together and it was the best feeling Eijiro had ever experienced. Not because it was perfect or like something he had seen on TV but because he was actually kissing Katsuki Bakugo and to him, that might as well have been the same thing as perfect.

It was a short press of lips. Both were chapped from chewing on them most of the day and neither of them wearing chapstick—much to Mina's horror. But when they pulled back and looked at one another Eijiro had no idea what he just started but he thanked his loudmouth for starting it.

"I've also never made out with someone," Eijiro stated, apparently ready to die young.

Katsuki stayed close, letting Eijiro continue to cup his face. He slowly opened his eyes, he looked down at Eijiro's lips. Katsuki smirked and fucking hell, Eijiro wondered if he had in fact already died to get such a reaction.

"I mean it would be a shame if I didn't help you with that," Katsuki whispered.

And he was pressing his mouth back to Eijiro's but this time a tongue was licking over his lips and Eijiro nearly died when he opened his mouth, tasting Katsuki. His brain had shut down and he was only dimly aware he was kissing back. All he could think was that Katsuki had his tongue in his mouth and Eijiro was soon enough doing the same thing to the ash blond.

It should have been gross, the thought of kissing always kinda was to the redhead. Eijiro never knew why people bothered with it other than as a form of showing affection to their significant other(s). Mixing saliva was gross, but it wasn't with Katsuki. Eijiro kissed him as if he were starving and kissing the ash blond was the only way to satisfy that hunger.

Eijiro pulled Katsuki closer, moving his hands to the blond's waist as they deepened the kiss. Nearly fighting one another, teeth had clashed together several times, though neither of them seemed to care.

When Eijiro moaned, Katsuki climbed into his lap and pushed the red-haired rockman back, slipping his tongue over Eijiro's as if he had somehow perfected the act in the short span of time.

Katsuki was the one to pull back this time and when he did, the man was smirking softly. His face was still close to Eijiro's as if he moved away then whatever moment they were lost in, it would be over and neither of them wanted that.

"You know," Katsuki started. "I never did this either."

Before Eijiro could ask what that meant, Katsuki had a devilish grin as he ground down on Eijiro's lap. And of course, it was the one place Eijiro couldn't stop from getting hard. When Eijiro's eyes widened in realization, Katsuki ground down once more.

"Kiss me again."

And Eijiro did.

He pulled Katsuki down onto him as he felt the blond ground down on him, getting the friction they both needed. Letting hands roam over the other's body in whatever way they wanted to. It was as if any self-control left out the window quicker than Shoto Todoroki did when his dad tried to get too close.

Katsuki was already tugging off their shirts and Eijiro was not nearly as graceful when he ripped the side of Katsuki's pants—but his hardened hand sliced through enough for the blond to kick them away unbothered by his ruined clothes.

Once they were off Eijiro flipped Katsuki over, it wasn't too different from training—just a lot better since he wasn't being blasted in the face but rather kissed.

He broke the kiss as his hand rested on Katsuki's hip when the thought hit him. If they did this it was not something either of them would be able to play off and act like it never happened.

They both knew it.

"I um—"

"You never did this before either," Katsuki laughed. "I would hope not since you never kissed anyone, kinda fucked up if that's the case."

"I was trying to say I don't have condoms, but no, I clearly haven't done this either," Eijiro laughed, not even feeling awkward like he thought he would.

"I am on birth control, dumbass. And I can always go to Recovery Girl for plan B or some shit. Though if you still don't want to—"

Eijiro was crashing their lips together again and pulling Katsuki's boxer briefs off, most likely ripping them as well in the process though neither of them cared. Katsuki grinned into the kiss and pulled Eijiro down even more until the himbo was laying on top of him.

Eijiro pulled back, giving a small peck to Katsuki's lips when he saw how the blond chased after him. Eijiro smirked and while Katsuki was blushing the man never looked away.

"You really wanna do this?" Eijiro questioned in disbelief.

Katsuki grinned. "Clothes off, Red."

And who was Eijiro to refuse?

He did as he was told before returning to his spot nearly on Katsuki. They looked at each other, taking their time to look down at the other's body because unlike the locker room, they could look. It didn't take all that long though for Katsuki to get impatient and take matters into his own hands.

The blond reached for Eijiro's hand and before he could question what was happening Katsuki was already guiding Eijiro's hand to his pussy, a thick finger sliding down already wet folds. Eijiro was pretty sure he and Katsuki made the same choked-out sound.

"Fuck," Eijiro muttered.

"Yeah," Katsuki agreed as he guided his hand up to his clit and made the sound again.

Eijiro stared in amazement not caring all that much that he was painfully hard at this point—and not because of his quirk—all he could do was watch as his finger got covered by Katsuki's slick juices. He watched the blond guide him down lower, pushing in one of Eijiro's fingers into him.

And none of the porn Eijiro watched could have prepared Eijiro for how warm it was. Katsuki pulled his own hand away as Eijiro was left figuring the rest out on his own. Pulling his finger out only to push it back into the wet heat. He remembered something Mina told him when she was ranting to the squad about fingering—as one does—and so when Eijiro went to pull his finger out he curled it up slightly.

Katsuki's breath hitched and Eijiro smirked at the response. When he added another finger he brought his other hand up over Katsuki's clit—about the only useful thing he learned from Denki using his laptop and failing to clear out his history.

"Just—ah—over it," Katsuki guided his hand as Eijiro stretched him open. Feeling the heat around his fingers was enough to nearly make him cream his pants.

"Can I try something?" Katsuki questioned.

Eijiro nodded.

He would have agreed to join the LoV at this point if Katsuki asked.

He pulled Eijiro down closer, opening his legs a bit more to make room for the redhead as he lined them up.

"Thrust between them," was all the more demand Katsuki gave him.

Eijiro did as he was told, thrusting between the wet lips of Katsuki's pussy, it felt nothing like anything he had ever felt before. Eijiro wasn't really used to anything that wasn't his hand so it wasn't all that shocking as he moved slower the second time, brushing over Katsuki's clit and making the blond moan. Eijiro thought he would cum then and there.

"Fuck," Katsuki muttered.

Eijiro looked up, away from where his dick was, and up to see how Katsuki's blond hair was fanned out on the pillow behind him, his eyes closed as he took in a shaky breath. He was fucking stunning.

Eijiro knew from the moment he saw the man for the first time but this seemed different. It was as if this time he was allowed to think that. That he was allowed to want to kiss the man stupid, allowed to find him manly—in a romantic way and not a best bros way.

He knew that Katsuki was going to be the best, he knew he was going to follow through with his goals, he was manly as fuck and Eijiro knew he needed to at least be friends with him and now that he gained that much he was going to be greedy and want to be more than just friends with him.

Katsuki was confident in the places Eijiro wasn't. It was truly something he did not expect when the blond started coming to him for comfort. Small touches turned into hugs that turned into falling asleep close to the other.

Nightmares had them both messed up and after the second time Eijiro heard a small explosion in the middle of the night he walked next door, not caring about the consequences or the feelings he had for the blond. And Katsuki was too tired to complain about Eijiro pulling him close.

One night led to most of the week of them falling asleep in the same bed, summer breaks where they stayed up on the phone with the other because as much as Katsuki would never admit that he did it—Eijiro got used to the blond's snoring and Katsuki got used to Eijiro sometimes muttering in his sleep.

"Hair for brains," Katsuki muttered—slapping his arm in the process.

Eijiro blinked for a moment before he was looking back down at Katsuki, red eyes met his own and the smirk was back on the blond's face as if he had access to Eijiro's thoughts.

"Lost in your head much?" Katsuki chuckled.

"You do realize you're distracting right?"

Katsuki, while being the one for praise, never knew how to take genuine compliments. He blushed and turned away for a moment.

Eijiro took that time to lean down and kiss his neck, a shudder was all he needed to bite down. Pointy teeth marks were left in his place once he pulled back.

Katsuki was covering his mouth and Eijiro was grinning all too brightly when their eyes met again.

"Fuck you!"

Eijiro smirked. "I thought that's what we were doing?"

"If you'd ever get a move on with it, I'm fucking tired—"

Eijiro leaned down and kissed him. "Okay, can I try something first?"

Eijiro had never been more nervous and reassured all at the same time as he looked over his best friend. Katsuki looked flushed bright red and despite the comment, he looked wide awake.

As Eijiro patiently waited, giving him time to process the words.

Eijiro knew they had crossed so many lines already, and he knew Katsuki would agree. They were both too lost in the other to pull away now. However, Eijiro knew consent was manly as fuck and that Katsuki might not have been saying "no" but Eijiro would not take anything but a "yes" for an answer.

Katsuki's strong and steady gaze settled on him as he grinned. "Fuck yes."

"You don't even know what it is—"

"Ei," Katsuki cut him off. "I don't know how your dumbass hasn't realized this yet, but I fucking trust you. If I don't like something I will tell you and you will stop because you're a decent fucking person. So I don't need to ask what it is just—"

Eijiro kissed him again.

Katsuki's mouth firmly pressed to his own. Putting everything they needed to get out into one kiss might have been difficult for anyone else. However, Eijiro and Katsuki read each other better than anyone. They rolled their hips in sync with the other, hums of contentment tickled along jaws, and moans were swallowed as hands wandered across the other's body as if mapping it all out.

Eijiro only pulled back enough to kiss down Katsuki's body. Moving so both of them were comfortable, the redhead was settled between Katsuki's fuckable thighs. Eijiro couldn't help but stare for a moment, he had never looked down in the locker rooms it was like 101 of not being a fucking asshole.

But now he was face to pussy and his mouth was fucking watering all the while he was slightly panicking that he was going to mess it up or something.

"I am going to blow you up if you don't fucking do something, hair for brains!"

Which seemed to do the trick, whatever nerves Eijiro had about messing up he quickly pushed them aside and pulled Katsuki's thighs over his shoulders, and leaned in. The first taste of Katsuki was nothing short of addictive but the second was something different entirely.

Eijiro licked up wet folds, feeling his face get covered in drool and slick as he lapped at Katsuki's pretty pussy as if he was starving and Katsuki was of course the whole damn meal.

His head was crushed between muscular thighs as he sucked along his testosterone-made dick, he felt like he could win any fight at the moment. He felt like none of it was even real, Katsuki Bakugo was moaning because of him, because he was between the man's thighs and from the sounds of things doing a good job at it.

"Ahh fuck, add your fingers," Katsuki ordered.

And who the fuck was Eijiro to deny him anything. Without much warning Eijiro did, he ran two fingers along his pussy lips before pressing them into his cunt. Eijiro kept up the same pace as he sucked on Katsuki's clit, his finger's moving in and out of him enough to get all new sounds out of his best friend.

Katsuki's hand came down and Eijiro hardened his shoulder enough not to feel the small blast. At first, Eijiro thought he went too far or something and went to pull away but before he could his head was being pressed down and the muscular thighs closed him in—and fuck how had he gone this long without doing this?

Katsuki came on his face, his pussy tightening around his finger's and Eijiro had to focus hard on not imagining if it was his dick that was in Katsuki how it would feel. Eijiro gave a small lick up Katsuki's pussy instead, getting whatever he could before the blond was pulling him back and letting him get up.

Eijiro did not even try to hide his stupid fucking grin.

Katsuki looked the calmest he had seen him since—well ever. His eyes were half closed as he managed to get his breathing under control.

"You are definitely riding my face at some point," Eijiro blurted out without any thought.

"Fuck yeah I am, if you don't do that every day from now on, I am kicking your fuckin' ass."

Eijiro laughed and moved up, laying over the blond as he leaned down and kissed him again. If Katsuki cared that he was tasting himself on Eijiro's tongue he didn't say anything about it.

Instead, Katsuki pulled him closer, wrapping his legs around him until Eijiro felt his dick rub against his pussy. Eijiro couldn't help but ground down chasing the feeling. Katsuki had other ideas, however. With many hours of sparring, Eijiro would have thought he saw it coming, but one minute he was on top of his best friend the next he was laying on the bed and said best friend was on top of him.

Katsuki shifted as he straddle his lap—and okay Eijiro could not only see the man's toned thighs but also his abs, and fuck, Eijiro was a weak man when it came to anything Katsuki.

And the blond damn well knew it too.

He grinned as ground down, Eijiro felt like he was close to death for the millionth time that night and was extremely comfortable with it if it meant going out like this with Katsuki touching him like that. Each shift of the blond's hips felt like he was going to cum and just as he felt like he was on the edge Katsuki would stop.

He was edging him.

"Please, Kats."

"Please what?" Katsuki hummed. "Wanna fuck me? Fill me up with your shitty cum?"

And okay, Eijiro was finding a lot out about himself tonight because when was he into dirty talk and where the fuck did Katsuki's nerdy ass learn to fucking talk like that?

"Yes, yes, fuck yes," Eijiro answered because he wanted whatever Katsuki would give him. He wanted to come and he would be lying if Katsuki's suggestion didn't sound like a great idea.

"Obviously," Katsuki smirked. "You make me come again, you can try your damnedest to breed me with your cum."

That was answer enough for Eijiro to grab him by the hips, stealing his moments. Katsuki shifted only enough to sink down onto his cock. Eijiro watched as his dick disappeared slowly into his best friend. He was inside the blond and was definitely panicking because holy shit he was in Katsuki, he felt like he was going to come if the blond so much as looked him in the eyes.

Eijiro took a breath.

He could do this.

He gripped harder on Katsuki's hips, marks most likely would be left but neither of them seemed to notice at the moment.

Katsuki shifted forward and it was clumsy and kinda awkward and before Eijiro knew it he was laughing and Katsuki was laughing with him and not blowing him up.

"Porn made this look easier," Katsuki commented.

Eijiro grasped his non-existent pearls. "You, goodie goodie Katsuki, watches porn?"

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "I will kill you."

Eijiro shook his head. "I don't think you will."

"Cocky bastard, what makes you so fucking sure?"

Eijiro grasped Katsuki by the waist and flipped them both over, pulling out and nearly hitting the wall in the process.

"Because you would have already done it. Plus I don't think you would let just anyone do this with you."

Eijiro thrust forward slowly, and back into his wet pussy.

Katsuki hit him with a pillow.

"I am not a fragile ass bitch go faster dumbass."

"Ask nicely," Eijiro replied.

They stared at each other for a solid minute, Eijiro not moving or breaking eye contact before Katsuki broke.

"Fuck me like you mean it, please."

Eijiro did not think that would work. He pulled out completely and before his best friend could complain he grabbed a pillow. As much as he wanted to just fuck the ash blond into the mattress he always wanted their first time to be comfortable and pleasant for the both of them.

"Mina told me this helps with your back, lift your hips."

"The hell are you and Pinky talking about when I'm not there?" Katsuki did as he was told and as he lifted his hips so that Eijiro could put the pillow under him at his lower back.

"Well, my moms' gave me the talk but I still had a few questions and Mina was the only person who I know who has been with multiple genders with different bits and I wanted to—" Eijiro was pretty sure his face was on fire the more he explained it.

"So you had Pinky give you the sex talk?" Katsuki chuckled.

"Hey, she has as much shame as you about things so I knew she wouldn't care, and she knows a lot about stuff like that and we are friends so—you were joking…"

"Yeah," Katsuki laughed. "But if it helps, you're doing great so far, though your pillow talk sucks."

"Oh, like yours is so great?"

"Fuck off and move or I really am going to kill you."

Eijiro wasn't bothered. "I believe you less and less each time you say that."

Just as Katsuki was about to complain, Eijiro pushed back into him. This time going at his own pace. Katsuki wanted to be fucked like he meant it? Well, Eijiro was fully happy to comply with that. Thrusting all the way in before pulling nearly all the way out.

Katsuki's arms wrapped around him, his nails digging in on his back where Eijiro was too preoccupied to harden that part of his body. He would definitely have to figure out an excuse not to wear his hero costume for a few days after this.

Limbs were tangled together, the headboard hit the wall with each thrust and Eijiro was pretty sure Shouji would need a very uncomfortable apology at some point tomorrow. However, Eijiro was finding it really difficult to care when he was balls-deep in his best friend. And yeah maybe fucking your crush was a horriable idea, but Katsuki was always the exception to any rule Eijiro had for himself.

The room around them was only lit up by the string lights Mina and Denki had talked him into putting on one wall, and while he had no idea what the fuck an 'aesthetic' was he was happy with how they looked all lit up at night and especially how they created the perfect lighting to see Katsuki's content and relaxed face. Eijiro met Katsuki's eyes, staring into a red similar to his own. Fuck, Eijiro was definitely going to get hurt later.

Katsuki pulled him down, kissing him way too softly for what they were doing, Eijiro felt like he was melting at the contact. It was all-consuming and he was okay with getting lost in the world if Katsuki was the only one with the map. Eijiro kissed back feeling like he was in a wet dream and rutting against his sheets but so much better than anything his mind could come up with.

Katsuki cupped his face. "Don't fuckin' overthink anything."

Eijiro looked away because if he didn't then he would break. How was he supposed to not overthink things when his crush was Katsuki Bakugo who hated everyone, yet, here the same man was kissing him like he was something worth being loved back?

"Dumbass, I—fuck—I"

Katsuki let go of his face only to wrap his hands around Eijiro's neck, this time the redhead remembered to harden the area enough not to cut Katsuki but to keep from the small explosions from harming either of them.

Eijiro thrust up again as he shifted his weight enough to bring his free hand to make small circles around Katsuki's clit. While he might have been a dumbass, this was something he wanted to get right, he wanted Katsuki to get as much if not more pleasure out of this than him.

Katsuki gasped, his face looked debouched and Eijiro ran on a high as he repeated the movement, and fuck, if Katsuki didn't make the most heavenly sounds when he did that.

Eijiro rested more of his weight on him as he leaned down more to kiss Katsuki along his jawline and then down his neck. Eijiro was too lost to even notice he was biting down on the junction where his shoulder and neck met.

Katsuki screamed this time as he came.

Eijiro pulled his fingers back from his clit and Katsuki had his eyes closed as he tried to get his breath back.

However, when Eijiro felt Katsuki's pussy grip around his dick something snapped and Eijiro pulled out completely as he flipped Katsuki onto his stomach, pressing him into the bed as he pushed back into him. Fucking him for his own release, he lifted the blond's hips while he gripped the sheets below them. And while he knew it was impossible and something he didn't think of until the blond mentioned it—Eijiro fucked him like he was going to breed him.

"You have no fucking idea how long I wanted to do this," Eijiro admitted.

Katsuki hummed in response.

"Fuck," Eijiro muttered, feeling dizzy as he came, thrusting his hips forward completely. Leaving no space between them as he spilled over the edge. He fell on top of Katsuki, who must have still been out of it because he didn't complain about the weight on him.

After a breath, Eijiro quickly realized what he did and panicked. He got up, slowly pulling out and then getting distracted as he watched his cum run out of Katsuki's messy pussy and onto his sheets.

Then he was back to panicking because what he just did was not manly at all and he definitely fucked everything up.

"Kats I am sorry—are you okay—I got carried away and it wasn't manly—"

Katsuki turned to his side and pulled the red-haired mess down with him. Katsuki hit him and Eijiro didn't bother hardening the area because he deserved it for using him like that. It wasn't right and he—his thoughts were cut off as Katsuki slapped him this time.

"We are doing that again, so stop fucking apologizing about it."

Eijiro took a moment to process everything and Katsuki let him. They laid there in silence for a while and Eijiro didn't seem to be overthinking things anymore until Katsuki was tracing over a mark on Eijiro that he didn't even notice.

It burned slightly, even with the gentle touch. Eijiro looked over to see a frown on Katsuki's face. He knew Katsuki always loved to shout about how much he 'didn't care,' however, Eijiro knew the truth was actually the opposite. The man cared too much and it hurt him.

"I'm fine, Kats."

Bright red eyes met his own and Eijiro made sure to reassure him that he didn't hurt him seriously. Seeing he wasn't going to let it go he leaned down and kissed him. Eijiro didn't know how long he would be able to do that so he figured why not test his luck while it lasted.

Katsuki kissed him back softly again, making Eijiro feel better and worse at the same time. Better because Katsuki was kissing him and worse because he had no idea if it meant something more to him or if Eijiro really was just overthinking everything.

One thing at a time.

They needed a shower before they went to sleep, Katsuki might not be complaining now but Eijiro knew the man who had a two-hour-long skin routine would not appreciate being sticky in the morning.

"We can shower and if you want we can just stay in your room and deal with the sheets later," Eijiro suggested.

"Why would you stay in my bed?"

"I mean I was just thinking—"

Katsuki grinned. "Joking, I don't care, I just don't like my room…" he mumbled the last part.

"You're going to have to stop mumbling dude."

"You had your dick in me don't fucking call me dude," Katsuki stated.

"Fine. Darling, stop changing the subject, what did you say?"

Katsuki seemed to go red again which only made Eijiro turn a similar shade when he realized what he called Katsuki. How was this getting him all embarrassed when he literally fucked the man in bed with him?

Katsuki finally breaks. "Fuck's sake. This bed reminds me of you, fucking smells comforting, and shit it's why I like sleeping over here instead."

"And you have the fucking nerve to call me sappy?!"

"Fuck you!"

"Next time babe," Eijiro smirked.

Katsuki hit him with a pillow again and Eijiro was laughing too hard to care.

"Fine, we can change my sheets and deal with everything tomorrow, is that okay?" Eijiro finally managed out.

Katsuki nodded and sat up only to turn red once more when they both seemed to realize the trail of cum leaking out of him and down his thigh.

"Why the fuck is there so much of it?" Katsuki questioned.

Eijiro quickly got up but he had no idea how to answer that question because he had no idea that it wasn't a normal amount.

"It's always like that. It's usually why I can only jerk off in the shower," Eijiro scratched the back of his neck.

Eijiro Kirishima had prided himself in reading his best friend but at the moment he had no idea what the current glare meant. Not to mention the slight muttering he seemed to be doing and while he knew the thought of it remaining him of Midoriya when he was talking about something in his notebook Eijiro would be slapped again if he mentioned the resemblance to the blond.

"So uh, you want me to help you in the shower—wait that sounded bad—I mean actually shower not, uh anything else," Eijiro tried.

Katsuki instead of answering walked off to the bathroom that was connected to Eijiro's room and left the door open, which was as much of an invitation as Eijiro was going to get.

Eijiro followed him, grabbed two towels for when they got out and without overthinking it anymore he joined the blond in the shower. Eijiro kissed his shoulder where he bit it earlier and shockingly Katsuki leaned into him.

Then Katsuki turned to face him for a moment before the blond pushed him down onto his knees. "Clean up your mess."

And so Eijiro did without hesitation. He pressed Katsuki against the shower wall as he thoroughly ate him out, making sure not to overstimulate him in the process. It wasn't sexual like it was earlier, this seemed different. This was something else and Eijiro was going to ask later what the hell it was and when he could do it again.

Eijiro lapped everything up and while tasting his own cum wasn't something he cared for he hummed at the taste all the more at tasting Katsuki on his tongue as well.

When Katsuki shuttered all the while he tried to cover up a gasp, Eijiro pulled back looking wide-eyed up at him. "Did you just com—"

"Ei, your tongue is on a sensitive part of my body. What do you think?"

Eijiro let it go as he got up and grabbed his body wash and washed them both quickly before getting out and wrapping the blond in a towel first.

"Is it weird this isn't weird?" Eijiro finally asked.

"I know that you have a specific voice for your shark plushy. Fucking is the least weird thing we have done or know about each other."

"Says the man with an All Might themed bedroom."

"As if you don't have a Crimson Riot themed room."

Eijiro grinned at the blond only to be met with a nearly matching grin that he was pretty sure he would sell his soul to see every day.

"So we are both dorks?" Katsuki deadpanned.

"Yeah, pretty much."

Eijiro ended up changing the sheets while Katsuki grabbed them some clean boxers. Throwing one pair to Eijiro, hitting him in the face of course. When Eijiro pulled them off his head, he looked over to the blond just in time to see him slip on a pair of his boxer briefs. Eijiro turned back to his bed, ignoring how warm his face was as he pulled on his underwear.

Katsuki grabbed them a water each before he joined Eijiro in the now clean bed. Once they both had a drink and were able to get settled, Eijiro moved to cuddle Katsuki even if the blond complained every time—even if he was usually the one who was pressed as close as he could get to the redhead in the morning.

They don't say anything about what just happened and Eijiro was too tired to care at the moment. He had Katsuki wrapped in his arms so maybe things would work out fine in the morning. If the blond hated him, he would not be letting him be the big spoon, right?

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Katsuki woke up first. Glaring at the warmth of the body that was hugging him, then at the sound of text chimes coming through. Usually, none of the fuckers were up this early and Katsuki had a few moments of peace.

A few moments to lay in bed and feel relaxed… or as relaxed as he got.

Apparently, it was not as early as he had thought. And that getting back late and fucking his best friend and staying up until an ungodsly hour thinking about it was a great way to sleep in.

Katsuki reached over Eijiro as he grabbed the phone making all the noise. Katsuki unlocked it without noticing it wasn't his phone—he knew Eijiro's password as well as his own at this point. They shared that detail late one night in second year in case of emergencies.

Katsuki went to the group chat without thinking.

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