Kirishima gasps softly to himself as he looks at his own reflection in the mirror. His red hair is more wild than it's ever been and his neck is adorned with a map of bright purple hickies. He smiles to himself, thinking about his rambunctious blonde boyfriend who is still fast asleep in his bed.
As he continues with his morning routine - washing his face and brushing his teeth - he replays every delicious moment from last night in his head.
He had entered Bakugou - they finally went all the way, and he got to be on top!
The image of Bakugou riding him makes his stomach flip and as he brushes his teeth he notices that he has an erection.
He recalls Bakugou's promise from last night - how they were going to have a second round, but with the roles reversed. Did Bakugou truly mean that? Kirishima doesn't know.
Yet his curiosity has gotten the better of him. He finishes brushing his teeth and then digs in his bathroom drawer to find his lubricant. He's still naked from last night - they hadn't bothered to clean up or change afterwards, so the two had fallen asleep naked and sticky on Kirishima's bed.
Kirishima uses one hand to pump slowly over his cock while the other hand fishes around at his backside. He slowly pushes a wet finger inside his hole, surprised at how tight he is back there. Did Bakugou really enjoy riding him last night? Kirishima wonders how this could possibly be enjoyable. The feeling is strange, everything is tight and uncomfortable.
He digs his finger in deeper, trying to figure out if he can find his own "sweet spot." He winces at the pain, and he figures he probably needs more lube. He's leaning over the bathroom counter, and about to take his finger out of his ass, when he's suddenly startled by a booming voice and the sound of the bathroom door forcibly opening.
"Hey dumbass, what's taking you so long- " Bakugou pauses abruptly at the sight before him. He didn't expect to walk in on Kirishima like this. Blushing furiously and panting, one hand still on his cock, the other resting against his ass. Bakugou smirks, wishing he could capture this moment in his mind's eye forever.
Kirishima instantly straightens himself up, releasing his hold on himself and placing both hands on his hips. His face is burning, "don't you ever knock before entering a bathroom?" he asks, feeling hot and bothered.
Bakugou's smirk only widens, if that's even possible. "You were fingering yourself," he declares, crossing his arms smugly across his chest.
Kirishima blushes harder, "I-I was just curious."
"Get back in bed," Bakugou's voice is rougher, and his eyes are gleaming now. Kirishima is startled by his sudden bold command.
"B-back in bed?" Kirishima stutters out.
Bakugou nods, "I need five minutes. Then we can start our second round. You do remember what I told you last night?"
Kirishima gulps hard - so Bakugou wasn't kidding. But Kirishima isn't sure he's going to like this. His own finger felt foreign and uncomfortable, so how's he going to possibly like having someone else's cock in there?
But Kirishima listens to Bakugou all the same and goes back to the bed. As he passes around Bakugou at the doorway, he notices that Bakugou is already rock hard.
Kirishima flops into his bed and Bakugou closes the bathroom door behind him. Kirishima screams silently into his pillow as he waits for Bakugou to come back out of the bathroom. Did Bakugou really get that turned on from walking in on him fingering himself? Kirishima is beside himself with embarrassment, yet underneath that shame he feels somewhat elated to know that Bakugou can get so aroused from watching Kirishima play with himself.
Yet all Kirishima wants to do is hide under a rock when Bakugou enters the room again, with an indiscernible stoic look. What is he thinking? Sometimes, Kirishima has no idea.
"Turn over" Bakugou demands, although not roughly.
Kirishima looks at him quizzically. He's laying on the bed, under the sheets and mortified from being caught fingering himself in the bathroom.
Bakugou bounces up on the bed, and Kirishima can't help but notice he's still naked and still very hard.
"Get out from under there and get on your hands and knees, with your ass facing me," Bakugou clarifies his statement. Kirishima blinks twice and then gets out of the covers, still confused.
Kirishima props himself up the way Bakugou wants. His heart is drumming madly against his chest, he can hear himself breathing fast as a bundle of nerves forms in the pit of his stomach. He isn't prepared for this. He needs to speak up.
"Bakugou, I don't think you should enter me just yet, I've never done this and I'm not ready," Kirishima scrambles the words out as panic surges up his chest, threatening to engulf him.
"Relax," Bakugou places a warm hand over Kirishima's ass cheek, rubbing it in soothing circles, "what kind of guy do you think I am idiot?" Bakugou's tone is biting, but not unkind. He means well, and Kirishima knows that. Kirishima releases a deep breath, feeling much better already.
Although he's still not sure what he's doing in this position if Bakugou isn't going to stick it in.
"I'll make sure you are nice and ready before that," Bakugou reassures, as his hand on Kirishima's ass finds his tight entrance. He doesn't put any fingers in though, to Kirishima's surprise.
Instead, Bakugou leans forward and takes a lick of Kirishima, and Kirishima screams.
"Wh-what are you doing?!" Kirishima whips around to look at the blonde - Bakugou's face is about an inch away from Kirishima's ass, and Kirishima has never felt so embarrassed or exposed before in his life.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Bakugou retorts, "don't you ever watch porn or anything? I'm gonna eat you out."
"B-b-but," Kirishima stammers, "isn't that dirty?"
Bakugou shrugs, "I imagine you clean down there, don't you?"
Kirishima gulps, his entire face beet red, "I don't know about this."
"Just let me try this. If you don't like it, you can tell me," Bakugou says before taking another lick over Kirishima's hole.
Kirishima can't say he doesn't like it. The truth is, that warm, soft touch of Bakugou's tongue against him feels almost magical. So he simply nods, bracing himself for more.
Bakugou aligns his mouth with Kirishima's ass again, his tongue reaching out and exploring the area gingerly. He rolls his tongue over the area and then pops his tongue inside, gently. Kirishima sees stars and a moan escapes his lips - he wants more.
Bakugou starts to really get into it now, sucking and flicking his tongue and trailing it up and down Kirishima's ass. Kirishima bites his bottom lip to stifle his moans, but it's pointless. How is it possible that Bakugou's tongue feels so good inside him when his own finger had felt uncomfortable and wrong?
He doesn't want to linger on the predicament any longer - all he wants is more and more of Bakugou.
Bakugou pulls away for a second to ask, "you like that?" his voice is sultry and full of lust.
"Mm-hmm," Kirishima nods frantically. He yelps in surprise as Bakugou continues lapping at him, this time with more force.
Bakugou uses both hands to spread Kirishima's cheeks open, allowing him deeper access. He circles his tongue around and then sucks hard and Kirishima makes a high pitched moan that doesn't sound like himself. He's losing his composure, little by little.
Bakugou relaxes his tongue and pulls away from Kirishima's hole, instead trailing over to his right cheek. He starts nibbling it and forming a hickey as his finger slips inside Kirishima.
Kirishima cries out at the feel of Bakugou's finger entering him, although it isn't unpleasant. After being warmed up with Bakugou's slippery tongue, the feel of a finger inside him is welcome. Bakugou curves his finger inside him, and the feel is altogether strange yet sensational.
Kirishima is panting shamelessly over the sheets, clutching onto the bed for dear life. He feels like he may melt away at any second. Every inch of him is hot and every nerve is tingling with fierce electricity. Bakugou slowly adds a second finger inside him, and Kirishima grinds his ass up against Bakugou's hand, begging him for more.
"Oh," Bakugou ceases his insistent biting on Kirishima's ass, "so you do like this, don't you?" he asks in a tantalizing and dominant voice.
"Yes," Kirishima's voice is breathy and needy.
Bakugou traces a hand over the sizeable purple hickey he just marked onto his lover's ass. He smiles at himself, pleased with his work. Kirishima is now grinding back and forth against Bakugou's two fingers. Bakugou licks his lips, ready to devour into this delicious redhead.
Bakugou fishes for the lube with his other hand, and then pops it open to pour out a generous amount over Kirishima's ass.
"Oh!" Kirishima cries out loud again - Bakugou loves how loud Kirishima is this morning, he never imagined all his moans would turn him on this much. Bakugou has been rock solid since he walked in on Kirishima, but he dare not take this too fast - he would never want to hurt his sunshine.
"Please," Kirishima is begging, eyes hooded with lust, "another finger."
Bakugou complies, stretching him out with three fingers now. Kirishima's hole is looser now, and dripping wet over Bakugou's hand. Kirishima whines and bites his lower lip, his hips still rocking back into Bakugou's hand. Bakugou is knuckle deep now, stretching him out wider and wider.
"Mmm," Kirishima breathes heavily, "Katsuki, please."
Bakugou doesn't need telling twice. He pulls out his fingers and quickly aligns his cock with Kirishima's well prepared entrance, "you ready?" he asks.
Kirishima nods, and Bakugou pushes in, slow.
Stars flash across Kirishima's vision, and his mind goes blank for a second as he becomes hyper aware of every sensation coursing through him - Bakugou is inside him.
Bakugou restrains himself from moving too deep or too fast. He grabs onto Kirishima's hips, thrusting in and out with extreme caution. Kirishima feels both pleasure and a hint of pain, but as Bakugou takes each slow pass in and out, the pain begins to cease. Kirishima could definitely get used to this.
Kirishima pants heavily and looks down at his cock, which is already leaking with precum. He's rock solid, sweat glistening on his body despite the fact that he's been in the same position since Bakugou started playing with his ass. He shifts his knees on the bed, inching himself backwards towards Bakugou, craving the feel of his skin against the blonde's.
Bakugou takes that as a sign to start rocking his hips harder, thrusting into Kirishima with more power. "You're delicious," Bakugou says through gritted teeth, his grip tightening over Kirishima's waist. He pushes in deeper, going all the way in and eliciting a throaty moan from Kirishima.
But that deep thrust isn't enough to make either cum, not yet. Bakugou pulls out of Kirishima and flips him over in one swift motion, surprising the redhead. Kirishima is hot to the touch, his eyes overcome with ecstacy. Bakugou lifts up Kirishima's legs, situating himself over Kirishima and entering him again, slow and deliberate.
"Unngg," Kirishima growls, staring up at Bakugou, grateful to be on his back. This angle is different, the feel of Bakugou's girth inside him is warm and sends a fire coursing through his veins. His cock throbs between them, which doesn't go unnoticed to Bakugou.
Bakugou leans forward and grabs Kirishima's length, pumping him as their bodies mingle and their mouths collide in a frenzied and fevered kiss. Kirishima pulls on Bakugou's hair, all his nerves lit up as he is being pleasured from the front and the back. He's never felt anything like this, and he quickly cries out loud as he spills out between them, unable to hold back any longer.
His muscles clench hard around Bakugou as he cums, and Bakugou digs his nails into Kirishima's shoulders, holding on as he too spills his seed. He moans into their passionate kiss, biting down on Kirishima's lip as his body quakes.
Bakugou rocks his hips once more as he empties out, before collapsing on top of Kirishima. The both of them are panting, their bodies tingling. Bakugou pulls out of Kirishima slowly and then wraps an arm around his boyfriend, holding him close. The two don't speak for some time as they catch their breath and let reality return to their senses.
"Wow," Kirishima breathes out, chest still heaving.
Bakugou smirks, "you really got into that."
"I did," Kirishima says, surprised at himself. He never thought that having someone inside him could feel that utterly amazing.
"So next time," Bakugou begins a thought, but Kirishima quickly interrupts him.
"Next time?! You're already thinking about the next time?" He is still winded from staying up so late and then having a round two in the morning - how much of a sex drive does Bakugou even have?
Bakugou stares at Kirishima, his red eyes brimming with desire like that of a child that yearns for a favored toy. "I'm always thinking of the next time I get to see you, idiot. And the next time we get a chance to," Bakugou blushes and waves his hands around, searching for the right term, "this. The next time we fuck, we'll switch the position again."
Kirishima smiles widely, "that sounds nice. I like both ways of making love with you."
Bakugou's redness intensifies, and he scowls but doesn't say anything for a moment. He doesn't deny that the two are making love.
"Good," Bakugou finally says, "I'm glad we can be versatile."
Kirishima kisses Bakugou on the cheek, "breakfast?"
Bakugou chuckles, "you read my mind."