In the morning, just as his phone alarm rang, he was being embraced once more and being moved and held on top of Kirishima. He admits that as much as he would have enjoyed dozing off on Kirishima's chest, he really needed to get ready for another busy day.
"Let go of me dammit, I have to get ready."
"10 minutes…"
"Absolutely not."
Kirishima yawned, sat down, only to hold him at least a bit more and give a kiss on his forehead. After that he was let go.
"Stay in bed and go back to sleep. Today is the meeting at Chef Chai, so we have to get ready before we go. So watch out for the time, alright?"
"You got it honey."
Kirishima dozed off almost immediately. Good, at least he could prepare the stuff he needed for today's session, shower, dress up and be on his way along with Momo.
Throughout the day, Kirishima kept him updated again after every hour to know what the redhead was up to. Just as he had a small 15-minute break before continuing the session, he went up a balcony that had a gorgeous view of the city of Honolulu and checked on his personal phone.
"You don't have to keep messaging me anymore on what you are up to."
"But I want to keep doing it."
"Whatever you want, just be careful to watch the time. Did you get any suit at the store that Momo sent you off to?"
"Oh indeed, the lady was very kind and really wanted me to have two different ones that fit me."
"Well, not a bad idea to have another just in case."
"..hey sweetie? Can I send you a picture?"
What kind of question is that? As in him in those outfits? It's not like he has to, he will see Kirishima dressed up in those regardless.
"You don't have to send me a picture of them."
"Oh, I don't mean the suits."
Just as Bakugou was typing another message to him, he was sent a picture before finishing...of Kirishima's dick.
Before he could even read the text under the picture, Bakugou got startled, turned off the display as fast as he could and then nervously looked around if there was anybody near on the balcony. Thankfully there wasn't.
He ran towards the bathrooms, where he could just lock himself into a tiny room. He then turned the phone on, looked at the picture with the text under it saying:
"Was having fun, although I wish you would be with me." with a red heart emoji next to it.
Bakugou typed out an angry "YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!!! Do you have any idea what trouble I would get into if somebody saw me?????" at him.
"Sorry about that. You are on your small break, so I thought I might as well send you, since you enjoy that." adding another heart emoji.
Oh he wasn't sorry at all, knowing very well that he sent that on purpose.
"Absolutely NOT!!!"
"Liar."
"You want to sleep alone tonight?"
"Alright, alright, I am sorry, I won't do it again."
"You are lucky that you are off this time, since nobody saw me."
"...I would still love you to be here with me at this moment."
Well, he honestly would love to be there right now too. Today's session was incredibly boring and he'd do anything to just be out of there right now. He looked at the dick picture and riding it would be heavenly at that exact moment. But no, he needs to control himself, he kept the picture in his gallery for later, but deleted it from the conversation. The break was almost over, so he went back.
After finally being done, he went back to his suite, where Kirishima was already waiting for him and he was already combing, geling and making sure his hair would look well-kept for the dinner.
"Welcome back, sweetie."
Bakugou was given another sweet embrace and loving kiss by the larger man in front of him.
"You're still an idiot. Now let go of me, I am sticky and sweaty from the weather."
"Aw, don't be like that, I will make it up to you today." showing a sweet genuine smile.
"Well that's to be expected after almost getting me into trouble."
Bakugou then took a very quick shower and changed into another suit, which was a black suit, putting a flashy red shirt underneath with a purple-blue vest and white roses on the side of it, then putting a simple black tie on. Since it was still warm, he just put his suit jacket on his arm to carry it around for now.
"Are you ready to go?" The blonde asked, going back into the main living room, where Kirishima was standing in his new suit. He was rocking a dark grey suit with a darker grey shirt underneath, struggling with a crimson red tie around his neck. Kirishima stopped caring about his tie for a moment and looked at Bakugou in awe.
"Whoa...you look so gorgeous sweetie...but yeah, almost ready to go, but struggling a bit..."
"Let me do it."
Bakugou came up to the redhead, tied his tie accordingly and adjusted his collar properly. He was a sight to behold. The lady from the shop that recommended him had taste. The suit pants shaped up the redhead's round ass perfectly and the upper part of the suit made his muscular body very visible without being uncomfortable and looking baggy. He also smelled so good. The man in front of him knew about good appearance.
"You look good. Want to take a quick picture before we are off?"
Kirishima beamed from happiness. "I'd love to!"
"Just don't share it anywhere."
"You got it. All for my own pleasure." he grinned.
"You're such a moron sometimes."
"And I'll gladly be a moron just for you."
Bakugou couldn't help but chuckle. What a man, his flirting had no boundaries.
They both posed together in front of a giant mirror, where they both took pictures on their phones. Bakugou prefers to take more than one, should any of the pictures end up blurry. One of the photos ended up being with Kirishima putting his hand on Bakugou's waist while giving him a kiss on the cheek. That photo turned out to be the best one, which made them look like a real couple.
...Couple, huh? Bakugou is really enjoying all of this. Too bad this will be soon over in a few weeks.
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"Aaah, Eiji-san, you look so good in that suit!" Momo said out as she met with both of them in the hallway.
"Oh, thanks! You look just as lovely Momo-san." She was wearing a gorgeous flowy burgundy colored dress with a V-neck, wearing pretty white jewelry around her neck and wrist with matching earrings. Kirishima and Momo both smiled at each other. It made Bakugou glad that they were getting along pretty well.
Both of them chatted on their way to the restaurant, which Bakugou did not mind. It's nice to not have to contribute to every conversation and just listen.
The five-course dinner in the giant room that was reserved for just them and the other attendees was very delicious. All about fifty people have sat around a long line of tables set up together. Kirishima struggled a bit at first with the eating utensils which had to be used in which order, but Momo had no problem correcting him. Kirishima was very nervous at first, since he has never been to such a formal dinner before, but he still managed to be polite and contribute in small talk with others.
As the dinner was over, a lot of other food was served more on various tables in the room should attendees want to get more after. Momo has introduced Kirishima to more people and, not surprisingly, a lot of other women have been gathering around Kirishima and engaging in a lot of conversation with him.
Bakugou was still sitting at his place with a glass of wine, when he was approached by a man of average height with slender built, dressing in a very flashy triangle patterned suit in all various warm colors of yellow and orange, and red wings painted on the back of the suit. His ash-blonde hair was swept messily backward with a few tufts sticking up in arcs above his head, his eyes being covered by yellow sunglasses. He was wearing one of the newest Rolex watch models around his wrist, more jewelry around his other wrist, fingers and neck. The man in front of him screamed of a flashy appearance.
"Heyo, Katsuki!" The man smiled and waved at him, to which Bakugou just had no interest in engaging a conversation whatsoever.
"Keigo Takami, what do you want?"
"Aw, is this how you treat a friend that you haven't seen for a while?"
"Definitely you."
"Aw, you are so cold. And you already know to call me by my nickname Hawks."
"I don't care."
Keigo "Hawks" Takami was a world famous fashion designer, and he always participated in such formal meetings. His brother, who is another designer for various other things, has collaborated with Bakugou several times on his cars' designs. Hawks always was like the third wheel that shouldn't be there, but because he was always nosy and always got interested in Bakugou's business, he always tagged around.
"Stop with your playful attitude. You always come to me when you really want something. What is it this time?"
Hawks sat down next to Bakugou excitedly when he asked.
"Who is that handsome red-haired man right there? Your new lover?"
"That is none of your fucking business."
It seems that Hawks just ignored him, went up to the redhead, heard him talking "I am so sorry ladies, could I steal this man for a second and talk to him? Promise it won't be long!" and dragged Kirishima towards Bakugou, making Kirishima stand next to him.
Hawks was shaking Kirishima's hand wildly, smiling throughout at him.
"Hi, I am Takami Keigo, what's your name? Call me Hawks!" Hawks then started to hold Kirishima's hand and looked at it closely.
"Kirishima Eijiro….wait, Takami Keigo? From Hawks Fashion Company?? I really admire your work!!" Kirishima looked a bit nervous at first, but then when he heard Hawks' name, he beamed up in adoration.
"Yup, that's me! Nice to meet you! And thank you!"
Hawks was observing Kirishima carefully. At first he was looking at Kirishima's hand, then touched his face and looked at Kirishima's face closely by holding him by his chin, then grabbed Kirishima's waist with both of his hands, went with his hands under Kirishima's suit to touch his chest. Kirishima was getting extremely restless and a bit flustered, letting out a small squeal as Hawks was touching his ass.
Bakugou was getting extremely angry. Nobody is allowed to touch Kirishima that way. He stood up and yelled at Hawks:
"Hey, stop touching him, you are making him uncomfortable!"
Hawks was playfully hiding behind Kirishima, pretending to be scared.
"I was just examining him!"
"Examining him, my ass. I am going to chase you throughout the entire restaurant if you don't stop!!!"
Kirishima really was just watching as Bakugou yelled, standing right in between them, not knowing what to say. Hawks then just stood next to Kirishima, looking up at him, putting his hands on his waist and looking proudly.
"Alright, I have decided! Eiji, can I call you that? I want you to be my model for my newest upcoming collection. I will pay you very handsomely. What do you say?"
Both Bakugou and Kirishima have looked at him in confusion. Hawks was literally shining from happiness, as if he made a huge discovery. Only after a small pause, Kirishima then answered.
"No problem about my name...but, with all due respect sir, but I don't think I am suitable for the job. I….have never done any modelling whatsoever."
"Exactly, now leave him alone, you already startled him enough." Bakugou added.
"Now now, Bakugou, don't decide on his behalf. Eiji, I don't think you realize the potential you have. You are a very handsome man with a fantastic muscular build that I can see that you have been working hard on considering your large and calloused hands. Aaand to add to that, your skin is soft and you must surely spend a lot of time taking good care of it and your long hair. I have no doubt that you are suitable for my tastes."
"Oh...thank you, I feel honored by your words. Though I am not sure.."
"Well, you don't need to decide right away, my collection is not done yet. You gave me some more ideas and inspiration to it though that I definitely will add! Oh and…"
Hawks took out a business card.
"...here is my business card. Change the last three numbers into 888 and that's my personal number. If you ever feel lonely, call me or message me, Eiji."
Bakugou was getting red in the face from anger. Who allowed Hawks to speak to Kirishima like that. Kirishima is in HIS possession right now and no person will flirt with him just like that.
The way Bakugou reacted to Hawks' antics, either Hawks was completely oblivious to his reactions or he just completely ignored them.
Hawks then just pushed Kirishima back to the ladies and other colleagues that started conversations with the redhead, telling him that he still needed to talk to Bakugou one by one and came back to him to sit down next to him.
"Why so upset, king? Don't worry, I am not going to take him away from you." he smirked.
Bakugou just gave him another deathly glare.
"So how much did you offer him? Is he going to be coming to Los Angeles and San Francisco, too?"
"I don't have to tell you fucking anything. Mind your own business."
"So he really is just another toy to you, huh. Does Momo-san know?"
"Don't bring Momo into this."
"..I don't have to. You will dig your own grave sooner or later, tyrant king. Money won't get you everywhere you want."
He's had fucking enough. Hawks has no say in this. He doesn't know ANYTHING about him. What he does with his money or time is his thing. He became so encapsulated by his anger that he didn't even notice his surroundings, only after what seemed a good while, he noticed a concerned Kirishima by his side holding his open bloodied hand under one of the napkins used for eating.
"Hey, are you with me? Please talk to me."
"...yeah."
It seemed that he had broken the wine glass he was holding with his hand, which resulted in a bunch of small open bloodied wounds on his right hand.
"Please come with me to the bathroom, I will clean it up."
He obliged without a sound. Hawks brought them a first-aid kit into the bathroom, saying "Here is the kit from Momo-san!" and disappeared quickly. Kirishima was using one of the small towels resting on a little basket next to the sinks, slowly and carefully tending to Bakugou's wounds. He checked for any pieces of glass that might have been on his hand.
As Kirishima was taking care of him, he came back to his senses once he felt a sudden sharp pain, hissing. Kirishima used a strong disinfectant from the kit.
"Sorry, I have to do this. The bleeding needs to stop. Thankfully, you don't have any deep cuts, or else we might have taken you to a hospital for stitches."
He did not say anything during that time, Kirishima continued to take care of him until he wrapped a bandage around his hand. His bandaged hand was then held by both of Kirishima, a look of worry on his face.
"Are you okay, sweetie?"
"...Yeah, I just want to go back to the hotel."
"Alright, I'll come with you."
"You don't have to."
"But I want to. You are out of it, don't want to leave you alone."
Bakugou did not object. He was so exhausted from it that he didn't even notice that they arrived already in their suite.
Kirishima took off his shoes, sent him off to sit on the bed, brought him a glass of water, which he obediently drank in one go and the redhead sat down next to him.
"Is there something else I can do for you?" Kirishima asked him.
Bakugou took a quick look at him, then with no hesitation sat down on Kirishima's lap, putting his arms around Kirishima's neck and hugging him tightly. Kirishima returned the favor by putting his arms around Bakugou's waist and hugging him back.
They have sat like this for a good while, without a sound, and time has seemed to come to a complete halt, a peaceful moment only to themselves. Kirishima softly petted Bakugou's hair. This...was so nice. It has been a while since he was held like this.
After what seemed like an eternity, Bakugou was the first to break the silence and spoke up.
"I just want to go to sleep, I am really tired."
They broke out of their embrace then, Kirishima holding his waist with one hand and gently petting Bakugou's cheek with the other, smiling sweetly.
"Alright, want me to put your clothes off and put on your pajamas?"
"...Yes."
So he did. Kirishima then tucked him into bed and gave a warming kiss on his forehead. Just as he was backing down to get off the bed, Bakugou tugged on the sleeve of Kirishima's suit.
"What is it sweetie?"
"...Will you stay?"
"Yes, of course. Just give me ten minutes to get into something more comfortable and fix my hair."
He then let go and Kirishima was off to change and then to the bathroom.
Bakugou was looking at his injured bandaged hand. He shouldn't have lost his cool like that, although sometimes he can't help it. Whatever Hawks said, he could care less. Whatever he was doing, it's his thing and nobody can tell him what to do. Momo should stay out of it as well. As close as they are, he does not want her to know what he has been up to in the past years. Kirishima will be no different. When this entire trip is over, they will both go their separate ways. That's how it was for every guy, no matter for how long they stayed. Nobody wanted anything to do with him.
Kirishima came not long after in his comfy sleeveless shirt and shorts, and his hair had been straightened as well. He lied down right next to Bakugou. Bakugou took the opportunity to get closer to the redhead, lying down next to him and resting his head on the redhead's shoulder. He then grabbed a strand of Kirishima's hair, gently stroking it with his thumb. His hair smelled so pleasant.
For now, he will enjoy this moment and the next few weeks. Even though it will be short lived.
He put his uninjured hand around Kirishima's arm, closed his eyes and fell asleep not soon after.