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***Sorry this chapter is late, but as I mentioned in the last notes, I started a new job and things have been busy with training and learning new things and I have a slightly longer commute that I have to get used to working in an office again. I've been a little exhausted!
***Warnings: Language, mostly smut, dialogue-heavy, romance and fluff, Kirishima calls Shoto
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Chapter 5: An Awkward Phonecall
Kirishima no longer cared about the meteor shower overhead because he had a writhing and wanton Bakugo beneath him. He was never really talented at kissing, so he followed Bakugo's lead and tried to mimic how the other man kissed. Their tongues met soon with Bakugo's dueling with his and winning. Kirishima fears his inexperience with intimacy on this level is beginning to show. Bakugo was kissing him madly, clothed arms and legs wrapped tightly around him as if he were to be devoured. Kirishima supposed there are worse things that could happen to him.
"Get naked. Now." Bakugo demands after the third break for air during their kissing. "If you don't, I'll rip those damned clothes off myself!"
"Geez! Give me a minute! I was enjoying the moment!" Kirishima sits up with a grin as he pulls his shirt over his head then has his hands go to his belt. "Wow...we're really doing this…"
Bakugo could sense the hesitation in Kirishima's voice, not because the man didn't want to continue, but because he probably didn't know what to do next, or how to do it. Bakugo has only been with a very few virgins in his past, maybe two at the most, and they take a little bit of coaxing. He decides to use Kirishima's own words to give the man a boost of self-confidence.
"Hey, this is our island, remember? We're the only two people left in the world. There's just us. The town is far away. No one is here but us," he pushes Kirishima so the redhead is laying back on the blanket. Bakugo smirks as he unbuckles the belt and button for Kirishima, enjoying the blush of heated excitement on the other's face. "Don't worry, I don't bite...hard."
Kirishima gulps as he lets Bakugo remove his pants, both cursing when the fabric got stuck around his boots. Kirishima eventually toes the boots off and the pants quickly follow, leaving him only in his socks and boxer shorts. "W-what about you?" he asks. "You need to be naked too!" Suddenly, Bakugo is sitting on his lap completely naked, as if the blonde snapped his fingers and the clothes disappeared.
"Only one piece left on you," Bakugo says with a smirk and lets his fingers slip between the elastic hem. "They're already BULGING! Someone is more than happy to see me!"
Kirishima shuts his eyes tight in embarrassment as Bakugo removes his boxers and he can feel his erection spring out. The cooling night air helped to relieve some of the heat that is pulsating under the skin of his cock. His eyes catch another shooting star streak across the sky and never has he ever felt more alive or natural than he does right now.
"Hey, Red, I'm over here!"
Kirishima chuckles at Bakugo's glaring face. "Sorry! I wasn't ignoring you, Bakugo," he reaches a hand up to cup Bakugo's face. "I was just….enjoying the moment," His cheeks are now only tinted pink. "It's so natural here, with just the two of us like this," He sits up and holds Bakugo against him, making the other sit in his lap, their naked erections touching. "This place...this is our world. Our paradise...and nothing can hurt us here."
Bakugo bites his bottom lip, trying hard to hold back the tears that sting his eyes. He never cries! Never! And yet, being with Kirishima like this has him feeling differently. The way Kirishima speaks to him...Shoto never spoke to HIM like that. Even during his Tinder days, men would always compliment him on his looks, body, and skill; but in his heart, at the bottom of his inner core, Bakugo knew they were bullshitters. Kirishima, though...this man is genuine. Nothing Kirishima says is a lie.
"You'd better kiss me again," Bakugo threatens "Or I'll be forced to just take what I want!" His domineering smirk becomes a straight, flight line when Kirishima puts a finger against his lips. Bakugo tries to take the tip of the finger into his mouth, but Kirishima won't let him. "What gives?"
"This is a special night," Kirishima reminds him. "It's my first time...as well as yours...at making love. You don't have to be so forceful or eager...we can take it slow. Let's pretend that this is our first time together doing...anything sexual while living on our island with the whole world miles away. Can you...do that?"
"...I can do anything," Bakugo tells him. "But you don't know what to do,"
"I'm not that dense!" Kirishima defends himself. "I think I know...what to do to make you feel good...to make love to you."
"And how is that?" Bakugo finds himself on his back against the blanket, looking up at Kirishima's broad, looming form and watches as two shooting stars fly by. His eyes widen for a moment, and then he understands what Kirishima was getting at, and it made his heart beat faster. Maybe he can try to imagine how Deku would react in this situation. "Then...you take the lead...for now," He wasn't completely prepared to let go of his need for control.
Kirishima gulps when Bakugo lays limp against the blanket, waiting for him to continue. He thinks back to the times when he was with another and what he did then. Or rather, he should just go with what he feels, and what he wants to do with Bakugo.
He starts kissing Bakugo's neck, taking in the other's scent mixed with the earth around them. His lips move along Bakugo's strong jawline, then down to the jugular and finally stopping above Bakugo's heart. He gives the skin a little nip, causing a small gasp to escape Bakugo's lips. That sound urges him on, and using his hands, he explores Bakugo's body. The other's legs fall open and Kirishima settles comfortably between them. He notices that Bakugo's nipples are hard and he can resist flicking one with his tongue, which drawls out another moan from his lover's lips.
Lover? Yes. Bakugo is his lover. He won't let the stunning blonde Adonis get away.
These sensations were not new to him, but Bakugo felt them on a whole different level because it was Kirishima; a man who wanted to honestly make him feel good. The redhead was a novice at best yet Bakugo's body didn't seem to care for it was responding to each touch. He had two weak spots on his body that always had him trembling with desire. Kirishima found one of them, a long tongue and sharp teeth toying deliciously with his nipples. The other spot is inside his thighs, which, at any other time, would be ticklish. He'd owe Kirishima a gold star if he manages to find that spot.
"Wait...Bakugo…" Kirishima looks up from his place of kissing Bakugo's stomach. "We don't...have anything to...you know,"
"The condom is lubed," He replies. "Besides, we don't really need it,"
Kirishima pushes himself up on his arms. "But I don't want to hurt you!"
Bakugo smirks and takes Kirishima's right hand, bringing the fingers to his lips. "It's easy. You'll catch on,"
Kirishima did catch on, stroking his fingers around Bakugo's tongue as the muscle laps at the digits, making them slick and moist with saliva. It wasn't the most 'romantic' part of the evening, Kirishima thought, but if Bakugo wanted it, then who was he to say no? When Bakugo is finished, Kirishima takes his now slick hand and lowers it between the blonde's spread thighs. He gulps, burying his face in Bakugo's neck as he rubbed the puckered entrance.
"You're not a natural redhead," Bakugo whispers into the other's ear with a small intake of breath when one finger is slipped inside. He wanted to help ease Kirishima's discomfort.
"W-what?"
Bakugo nips the redhead's ear, "Your carpet doesn't match the drapes," he smirks and adds, "I'm all natural!"
"I like to stand out," Kirishima says, not really caring about Bakugo's words because of the heat that currently surrounds his finger. He can't believe he's actually doing this with another person, and someone he already has deep feelings for. He adds a second finger, pushing deeper, and marveling at how Bakugo's body arches into his touch.
"I'm fine now," Bakugo says with a slight moan. "Condom on." He demands.
Kirishima looks at him with a blush and a goofy grin, pushing in a third finger that makes Bakugo let out a gasp of surprise. "That's not a nice thing for a virgin to say,"
Bakugo narrows his eyes at Kirishima but doesn't lash out- he can't. The stupid redhead (faux redhead) was just too damned cute. The fingers spread and scissor inside of him; it was torturous- delectably so. No one ever took such careful time with him. Maybe they would have if he had asked for it but thought never occurred to him. And in the back of his mind, he could hear Deku say, 'That's because you think you don't deserve it.' And that is what Kirishima would say, too. The fact that he is thinking that means he also recognizes it, but just couldn't find it within himself. He ALMOST let out a whimper when Kirishima removes his fingers.
Opening one eye, Bakugo looks at Kirishima as the man grabs a wrapped condom and tears it open but rips the rubber. Bakugo slaps a hand to his forehead. Kirishima just goes 'oops' and opens the other one more carefully. Bakugo suddenly reaches his hand out and stops Kirishima from putting the condom on.
"Leave it off," Bakugo says.
"Huh? But...I thought-"
"I'm fucking clean, you jerk!" Bakugo slaps the condom out of Kirishima's grasp. "I'm someone who stays on top of that stuff!"
Kirishima just lets out a laugh and replies, "Why the change?" He asks.
Bakugo leans up and kisses him. "This is our island, right? Everything here is natural...so we should be too." he grips Kirishima's hair in his fists, making the redhead hiss a bit in pain. "Now, are you going to make me feel like a virgin, or what?" then he adds, "Start singing and I'll kill you!"
Kirishima sticks his fingers into Bakugo's mouth and tugs on the blonde's tongue. "We still need lube, though. How are you going to fix that?"
Bakugo smirks, "You know more than you're letting on. Lay back!"
Kirishima does so, looking up at the starry night sky as his cock is engulfed in warm, wet heat. Bakugo wastes no time in sucking, getting him coated with saliva and even deepthroating him! Kirishima can't help but let out moan after moan at each delicious suck. When Bakugo pulls away, the blonde flicks the tip with his tongue and says,
"That's good enough," they flip over so Kirishima is positioning at Bakugo's entrance. "Don't be shy now," He smirks.
Kirishima bites his lip and nods, taking his cock in his hand and guiding it inside the first tight ring of muscle. He knows to go slow, not just for Bakugo's comfort, but his own as well. Bakugo's mouth had slicked him up good, so pushing passed that first ring was a breeze. He pauses when Bakugo gasps out, but the blonde tells him not to stop. Kirishima clenches his eyes shut and pushes in further, feeling Bakugo's legs wrap around his waist to hold him closer. The muscles relax, pulling Kirishima the rest of the way inside. Kirishima arches his back at the intense feeling surrounding his cock, igniting the sensitives nerves to pulsate throughout his body.
This was his first time having a man without a condom. At least, he assumes it is. When he was with Shoto, the man always wore a condom, and Bakugo had to as well because Shoto didn't like a 'mess' on his expensive sheets or furniture. Whether he did or didn't in the past, it doesn't matter now. He doesn't remember, nor should it matter. Kirishima is a man he trusted with his body, and for the first time he felt truly alive, and, dare he say it, in love.
Kirishima starts thrusting, making small movements at first and then gradually picking up speed. Bakugo's voice heightened with each thrust as they moved faster against the other. Kirishima fell into a rhythm with Bakugo, loving the sounds he drew from the blonde's lips. Whenever he thrust harder, Bakugo met it with just as much power. Bakugo clings to him as their bodies rock on the blanket. Every time Kirishima doesn't think he can go deeper, he does. Bakugo is flexible and can bend, making his cock strike a special spot that has his lover begging for more. For harder and faster.
The build-up became too much for Kirishima and pulling Bakugo into an embrace, he stills his rocking hips and lets out a strangled cry as he cums. The feeling was so intense that he thought the flow would never stop. While he was riding out the waves of orgasm there is a sudden wet, sticky heat on his belly accompanied by Bakugo's cry of pleasure.
It was the best orgasm of his life, and he has had many. Bakugo could feel some heat inside his bowels and welcomed Kirishima's essence into his body. The other man hasn't let go of him, nor did Bakugo want to move, his legs still wrapped tightly around the other's waist. Both are panting together, tangled in a mass of limbs. Bakugo watches not one, not two, but three shooting stars fly by. At this moment, a deep feeling of relaxation and joy washes over him. He is only brought back to the scene when Kirishima kisses him.
"I love you, Bakugo," He says.
"It's...too early for that," Bakugo can't help but turn away with a faint blush.
"Whatever. It's how I feel about you," he kisses Bakugo's sweaty forehead. "I can wait for you to say those words back. Are you...okay?"
"I'm fine," he slaps Kirishima's ass and tells the man to pull out. Kirishima does and flops down next to him on the blanket. "How was it for you?"
"...fucking amazing," Kirishima smiles. "I want to do it again and again, but only with you,"
"You're such a sap," Bakugo says and rolls over into Kirishima's embrace. "Tell no one about this...about me being...well...mushy."
Kirishima wraps his arm around Bakugo's waist to pull him close and kisses the top of the blonde head. "I won't. I like having this side of you all to myself anyway."
Bakugo shifts slightly to continue watching the meteor shower above. Both men are silent, enjoying each other's company. Eventually, Bakugo feels himself drifting off to sleep, then lifted into strong arms and carried. "Don't leave the liquor out," He mutters against Kirishima's chest.
"I won't forget it, but you're my top priority, and you're staying in MY bed tonight!"
"You'd better not snore."
"I won't. Hey, I think a mosquito bit me on my butt!"
Bakugo just chuckles.
The next morning, Bakugo wakes up to the smell of something burning. It's not wood, but food. He shoots up in the bed, Kirishima's bed, and sniffs the air. It's coming from the kitchen. He hears Kirishima swear under his breath and something clatter to the floor. Bakugo runs his hands through hair, cracks his neck, yawns, then gets out of bed. He finds that he only has Kirishima's red plaid shirt on and nothing else. Oh well. He enters the kitchen area to see the source of the smoke- it's coming from the iron skillet.
"Oh! Good morning!" Kirishima says with a grin. "I hope you don't mind, but I went to your cabin early this morning and got some eggs and bacon for breakfast! It's almost ready! Have a seat!"
Bakugo sits at the small table, fearing what will land on the plate in front of him.
"Two eggs and bacon coming right up!" Kirishima proudly places the eggs and slightly burnt bacon on the plate. "I'm percolating coffee, too!"
'Will it taste like mud?' Bakugo thought as he looked at the poorly prepared food. It's edible, but no doubt will taste like ass. "Looks...cooked." Bakugo picks up a slice of stiff bacon and bites it. Not too bad. Crispy. Very crispy. Slice the roof of your mouth crispy.
"Aaaaaaand, here's your coffee!"
"Best part of waking up," Bakugo slightly mocks, looking at the rather dark coffee.
Kirishima sits down with his own plate and mug. "It's another nice day out, huh? I thought maybe we could walk around the island while I filmed some more stuff for my show."
"Sure. I want to shower first," he doesn't bother chewing the eggs but swallows them down with coffee.
"Yeah, me too," Kirishima blushes coyly. "So...um...about last night?"
"What about it?"
"I really liked it! Didn't you?"
Bakugo nods. "I did. It was an...experience. A good one."
Kirishima puffs out his chest and then says, "I want you to go out with me!"
Bakugo drops the bacon slice back onto his plate. "What? You want to be a couple?"
"Yeah! Oh, wait...I mean...if you aren't ready because it's been so...recent that you were in a relationship...then I'd understand."
Bakugo clears his throat and replies, "I'm here for a few more days. Just give me...a little more time."
"Sure! I can do that! Hey, why don't we go into town tonight? I'll take you out on a date! Wine and dine you! So? How about it?"
"There are not many places inland," he says. "It's a fairly small town. It's a much longer drive if we want to get in the city, and honestly, it's not worth the time. But, if you want to take me out on a date to the only diner in town, then I'd be up for that."
"Sweet!"
"Calm down, you." He says with a small smile. "I'm heading back to my cabin to shower and change. Thanks for the breakfast," 'But not really.'
"I'll be waiting!"
Kirishima watches Bakugo leave the cabin and then goes to the window to keep watching him. Bakugo is only wearing HIS plaid shirt and he can see the firm cheeks of Bakugo's ass peeking out from underneath. 'Wow...last night…' he sighs happily. 'I want him again! Calm yourself, Eijiro! You're not a teenager anymore! You're an adult man!'
Peeling his eyes away from the window, Kirishima cleans up the kitchen and then goes to check his phone while waiting for Bakugo to come back. When he turns it on, he sees two unknown numbers. One is a text, and above it is a missed call. He opens the text first.
'Hi! This is Izuku Midoriya, Bakugo's friend! I'm a big fan of your show! Kacchan said he is staying on the island with you! How funny is that? I hope I can meet you sometime! Kacchan mentioned you a lot (don't tell him I told you that!) and I just want to thank you for making him feel happy again! I hope to hear from you soon!'
Kirishima smiles at the text and saves Izuku's number. Then, he checks the unknown caller, and they left a voicemail. Kirishima calls his voicemail.
'...I guess I will speak with you another time then, Eijiro Kirishima.'
Kirishima pulls the phone away and looks confused. 'Who is that? How do they know my name? It can't be from that time with the drug dealers!' He dials the number back, drumming his finger against the table with each ring.
'Shoto Todoroki speaking,' Comes the voice on the other line.
Kirishima's eyes slowly widen. How did Shoto get his number? What does he say?
'...hello?'
"Um...hello," Kirishima says.
'Who is this calling?'
"Well, you called me," He points out. "I'm Eijiro Kirishima. Why are you calling my phone? And how did you get my number?"
'...Oh. It's you.'
Kirishima's brows furrow. "What about 'me'?"
'I hear you are vacationing on the lake island with Bakugo,'
"Yeah? And?"
'...how is he doing?'
Kirishima let his feelings get the better of him. "Much better now that he's away from you!"
'It was my choice to end our relationship,' Shoto says. 'Bakugo is blameless, in a sense,'
"You wanted him to change to suit YOUR needs! But that's not who he is! He shouldn't have to change himself to make someone else happy! I like him just the way he is!"
'...I'm glad to hear that.'
"Then why are you calling me?"
'Well, Bakugo won't pick up his phone. Izuku gave me your number because he wants to sit down with myself and Bakugo to talk about what happened. None of that has to do with you.'
"The hell it doesn't!" Kirishima sneers. "He's done with you, and now he's with me! We're a couple!"
'...Really.'
"Yes! Really! Don't act so shocked! Bakugo isn't the type of person to pine over a broken relationship! And now, I'm done with this conversation! Don't call me again."
'Very well. But Bakugo has to come back sometime,' Shoto says. 'It's best if you let him know that the three of us need to talk, without you.'
"...you're not getting Bakugo back, nor are you winning over Izuku. So, move on and leave them alone."
'That's not your decision to make now, is it?'
"Don't call me again!"
Kirishima hangs up and blocks the number, though someone like Shoto probably has more than one. 'That bastard...I bet he's trying to get Bakugo back or hurt him in some way because I said we're going out. We're not. Not yet, anyway. Izuku is either overly naive, too trusting, or just dense. Should I call Izuku and tell him Shoto called? Should I tell Bakugo that Shoto called?' He jumps when his cabin door opens and a freshly dressed Bakugo is standing there with a deep frown. 'Shit, was he listening? That's the fastest fucking shower ever!'
"What did Shoto say to you?"
TBC