"I'm just saying if you didn't sneeze—" Eijirou commented.
"Oh," Katsuki growled, matching his energy. "So it's my fault now?!"
Eijirou rolled his eyes. "Has been."
Really he knew it had been a long day and they were both annoyed about the villain that managed to get away. Realistically it was neither of their faults, but it was much easier to have someone to blame.
There was nothing they could do about it now and with their fight being over it was no longer their problem. They would just finish up the next few hours of their patrol and leave it at that.
Or so Eijirou thought.
Katsuki on the other hand was still exploding about it. Grabbing Eijirou's wrist and pulling him along as if the redhead was nothing more than his to pull along, to walk like a dog.
Eijirou knew exactly what he intended on doing too. They had it down to a practiced art form at this point and each fucking time Eijirou was left having no idea where he stood with his best friend.
Part of him wished he never started sleeping with the blond in the first place but, fuck when his crush burst into his room asking if he'd fuck him what was Eijirou supposed to do? It was practically a dream even with the awkwardness of never having done anything but kissing another person.
Now, Eijirou was not any closer to knowing where he stood. He lived with Katsuki, they went to each other's houses for holidays, they watched the rom-coms Eijirou likes and Katsuki complained about but secretly loves just as much, Eijirou has kissed him everyday good morning since they moved in together over two years ago.
He should ask.
But he didn't want to mess anything up. Katsuki the stubborn bitch he was, was Eijirou's world at this point. He went to game nights at the Bakugou's monthly for fuck's sake.
So Eijirou let himself be pulled down the alleyway.
Katsuki threw his gauntlets to the ground which were thankfully empty and not going to explode at the action.
Eijirou didn't really think he cared if they did. He was too focused on the soft freckles that littered his best friend's face. Something so delicate compared to the rough and brash behavior of the blond man.
Katsuki pushed him back into the building behind them.
"Say it again," he demanded, glaring at him.
"You fuck it all up—"
Eijirou was cut off by the blond slamming his lips to the redheads. Keeping him pinned the the brick as he licked into his mouth. Eijirou let him get away with it for a moment. Enjoying the feeling of Katsuki's mouth on his own.
However, there was no way Eijirou was going to let him get away with that. He grabbed him by the hips and switched their positions with ease. Katsuki might have liked to be the leader in most things, but Eijirou knew when they were like this he wanted the chase. He wanted Eijirou to be rough, to work for the control, and to take it away from him.
Eijirou pinned him to the brick, one leg between his best friend's. The blond grinding down for any bit of friction he could get with them both still being dressed in their hero costumes.
"Ei," Katsuki whined.
And really it was nothing new. They had been doing this since their U.A. days when they would just drag the other off. Long days, lonely nights, fights, nightmares, birthdays which Eijirou still could get flustered over.
It really didn't matter, and they didn't think it was a big deal, Eijirou knew Katsuki felt comfortable around him, and Eijirou felt the same so why not? They were just two bros helping each other out. They never thought anything of it… at least until Denki and the others were talking.
Talking about who did what, it was late and everyone was in the common room. Playing party games, drinking too many energy drinks, and staying up past curfew after exams.
Aizawa let them bend some of the rules, and let them be the kids they were at the time.
Eijirou just didn't think he would be called out.
The bakusquad and a few others were in a game of truth or dare that somehow turned into people telling how far they got. Denki told them how knowledgeable he was about eating someone out and Mina told him how if that was true he was doing it wrong—which Eijirou had to agree at least from what Katsuki liked.
When everyone in the circle got done they all seemed to look at Eijirou and Katsuki—who was playing on his phone, tired and not wanting to be social but not above using Eijirou's lap as a pillow.
"I feel bad for the poor fuck who blows Kiri, his jaw would hurt for days," Denki muttered after they were on the topic of blow jobs.
"Just say you're bad at blow jobs," Katsuki scoffed.
"Like you would know," Mina laughed.
Katsuki rolled his eyes.
At the time though Eijirou made a mental note to ask if his throat hurt after he blew him but he was sure Katsuki would tell him. He made it look so easy. Letting Eijriou even fuck his mouth a few times. The way he suckled on the head before taking Eijirou whole. It felt like magic.
"Like I'm weak," Katsuki flipped her off. "I can take nine inches just fine."
The circle went quiet. Katsuki was still on his phone and Eijirou combed through his hair as he waited for someone to chime in with something they did; like they had been talking about for the last hour.
But apparently, this was the time they decided to pay attention. It seemed like the answers between Katsuki and him were adding up. And pushed over the edge when Katsuki confirmed a specific size in his argument.
It didn't help that their answers were the same as what they had done. It really didn't help when they were on top of each other either.
"I knew it!" Mina yelled first.
Katsuki looked up. "You know nothing!"
"Oh shit—" Hanta muttered.
"No way," Ochako chuckled.
"Guys—" Eijirou tried but Katsuki was already getting up and leaving them. Socially drained and already not the most sharing person Eijirou knew he didn't like people knowing anything too personal about him.
"Not manly, guys," Eijirou muttered.
He got up and followed after the blond.
However, Katsuki wasn't mad.
Eijirou was grabbed and dragged to his room, pushed to the bed, and ridden until the blond came with a scream, Eijirou coming soon after, and then they both realized they forgot a condom and had to get the morning-after pill from a very annoyed Recovery Girl.
After that though Eijirou knew their friends all thought they were dating. Katsuki never fucking talked about it, he never confirmed or denied it. Hell, Eijirou was pretty sure their parents had bets on who would propose.
They were at each other's side all the time, they were each other's plus ones for any events. It had always been. The blond brat and the redhead who was stupid enough to calm him down or add to the chaos.
So really looking to his behavior it wasn't all that shocking they turned out to be sneaking off into an alleyway to fuck. The blond had been in a mood all morning and Eijirou had just now realized how badly he needed this.
"Stop being such a brat," Eijirou muttered.
He was cornered, pinned to the brick by unbreakable arms, but Katsuki only smirked. It was as if he were the predator and not the prey in the moment.
"Oh, and you get to be a jackass?"
Eijirou pulled him flush with him, pinning his hands together as he pushed up against him.
"I can do what the fuck I want," Eijirou said matter of factly.
"Says who?"
Eijirou smirked. "You."
Katsuki gasped when he felt Eijirou's free hand unbutton his pants, and shove his hand down the front of his pants, past his boxers, and right between his thighs. Already soaking for him. Eijirou felt his fingers get coated in the slick juice between Katsuki's thighs.
Fuck.
Eijirou was pretty sure he could get off just by fingering the blond. Playing with his holes, his clit, anything the blond would let him do Eijirou would happily comply.
"So hot for me already," Eijirou hummed happily.
He fucking loved feeling how soaked his best friend was for him.
All for him.
The possessive part of Eijirou loved how he was the only one able to do this, he was the only one who had Bakugou Katsuki moaning, he had been the only one to fuck his tight ass, the only one to cum in his pussy, and the only one who got away with shoving his hand down the front of his boxers while they were in public still.
"Is this what you needed," Eijirou asked confidently.
Katsuki glared at him. Which might as well have been a 'yes' in Bakugou Katsuki's language. To which Eijirou might as well have been the only fluent person of it. Knowing what the blond wanted before he knew himself.
It had been two days of their work schedules not working enough to fit in a 'd' appointment and really neither one of them was above fucking in public at this point. They were found just chasing after the feeling.
"Just fuck me before we get caught," Katsuki muttered.
"How romantic," Eijirou deadpanned.
"You shoved your dirty hand down my pants—Ahh—"
Eijirou cut him off, pushing two fingers into his pussy and curling them just the way Katsuki liked. Pulling them out slowly only to press back in and repeat the motion. Letting his fingers get coated perfectly before rubbing them up slick folds and lightly around his clit.
He let go of Katsuki's arms, no longer needing to pin him down. Katsuki gave in and leaned into his touch. Balancing himself up as Eijirou had his fun.
"Please," Katsuki whined.
"Poor baby begging already~" Eijirou asked.
Katsuki looked him dead in the eyes, the gaze Eijirou had seen when he was watching the man fight a villain, to sparre in training. It was as deadly as it was hot.
"Kirishima Eijirou, if your dick is not in me in the next minute I am never fucking you again."
Eijirou knew he was bluffing. Neither of them had the self-control for that.
But it got his attention nonetheless and he made quick work of unbuttoning Katsuki's pants, pulling them down to his ankles, and not giving a shit how impractical his best friend's hero costume was for this.
He turned Katsuki around.
Pressing his face to the brick, if he needed to be fucked so badly who was Eijirou to stop him. He looked down at his round ass knowing if he was lucky Katsuki would let him stretch him open and cum inside.
When he could take his time and make the blond a begging mess, leave him with tears running down his cheeks.
Right now though, they were working on a time limit. Eijirou unzipped his pants, moving back up against Katsuki.
"Such a needy whore for my cock, babe," Eijirou muttered, not even bothering to catch himself.
Katsuki either didn't hear the last part or ignored it.
He whined instead.
Eijirou rubbed his dick over his pussy, coating it the best he could and teasing Katsuki all the more, having such a powerful man begging to be nothing but his fuck sleeve was a newfound confidence Eijirou didn't know he needed.
"Kirishima you bastard just get on with it!"
Eijirou paused.
"Kirishima?" he chuckled.
Katsuki went still, keeping his mouth closed.
Eijirou grabbed his waist. "You want me to fuck you, but you can't even call me the right name."
"Eijirou," Katsuki corrected.
That wasn't good enough.
Eijirou trailed one of his hands up the blond's body, cupping his chest under his hero shirt. The material never seemed to do the plump pecs justice. Even after top surgery, he fit perfectly into his hand, the years of hero work, training, and working out to maintain his physique.
"Eijirou," Katsuki muttered. "If you don't get to fucking me."
"I'll tell you want, Sweetheart. Do you really care if anyone sees you being fucked so good?" Eijirou asked, pressing up against him. "So full and coming on my cock."
Katsuki leaned back to him.
"No."
Eijirou stilled. "Oh, really."
He leaned in and kissed the back of his neck. He loved the way his shoulders relaxed and the more contact Eijirou had with him.
"Lucky me then~" Eijirou hummed.
He bit down.
Not caring to hide the bite from the media.
Not caring that the mark will be seen.
He was Eijirou's and had been for years, whether either of them admitted it or not. Eijirou didn't care about the consequences anymore he was going to fuck his best friend and he was going to marry that stubborn grumpy man… as long as he agreed to it.
Eijirou fucked into his cunt. Feeling him gasp under his touch and feeling how much they both needed him to do this.
"You know Kats you look good like this," Eijirou commented.
Cock buried inside and hands on his waist.
"I always look good idiot."
Which yeah, he did. Even mornings where he had bedhead and wearing a torn t-shirt he had for too many years. Even when he was done with a workout and sweaty and "gross" Eijirou knew the man was hot, but he was fucking beautiful too, and holy fuck was he manly.
Eijirou let his hand drag down his hip, down to cup Katsuki's cunt.
"And so humble," Eijirou chuckled.
"Fuck off."
Eijirou rubbed over his clit. Slow and lightly adding the pressure just the way Katsuki liked, the way they both learned to do after trying to get the blond to cum and failing too many times. Eijirou tried again and figured out just the right pressure, keeping his moment steady.
"Want me to ruin you?" Eijirou asked.
"Yes."
"Pro hero Dynamight, getting his cunt fucked while on company time," Eijirou chuckled.
"Ei, please just fuck—ahh—yes right there."
Eijirou let his hand keep a steady pace. His cock slid out only to slam back in, the slick sound might as well have been music to his ears.
"Want my cum babe? Let me cum in your pussy," Eijirou begged this time.
Katsuki clenched around him at the thought. They would most likely be heading home soon after they finished up, he would be fine.
Eijirou smirked, knowing damn well he would get what he wanted. He leaned down and bit his neck lightly. Enough to have Katsuki leaning back.
"Come on, Sweetheart. Let me fill you up," Eijirou added.
That was all it took.
Katsuki gasped and nodded. "Yes gods, yes Ei do it fill me!"
Eijirou thrust into him again, pressing him up against the wall completely. Fucking him like he needed to all fucking day.
"Fuck—ugh—fill me up fuck—ahhhh!"
Katsuki bit down on his arm, muffling his moan as he suddenly felt warm. He should have had Eijirou put a condom on so he wouldn't have to walk to their agency with cum in his boxers again. However, it wasn't the first time it had happened and really they would be done working soon anyway, but it didn't make it any more comfortable.
Eijirou was still in him and while Katsuki was distracted by the hand rubbing over his clit he managed to notice he felt a lot fuller than he normally did when Eijirou came inside him. He knew the man came a lot but—
Eijirou rubbed over his clit and Katsuki couldn't think about anything else. He felt overstimulated and all too fucking good as he ground down into Eijirou's hand riding out the feeling as he came.
Katsuki ground down a few more times, letting the lingering feeling fade as Eijirou remained in him. Fuck, he felt like he was going to explode if he didn't cum soon. He was going to talk with their agency and have them put on the same work schedule because he was not doing that again.
Tears lingered on his face and his eyeliner was most likely smudged. He would just mutter something about being too sweaty or something.
His high though was running off and he wanted a shower and a fucking nap. The fight with the villain was too fucking annoying and he was ready to go home where Eijirou would make them a tea and they could order take away and watch a movie before they eventually fell asleep on the couch.
"Pull the fuck out," Katsuki demanded.
Eijirou held him closer.
He kissed his neck and Katsuki stilled.
"So I might have—"
Katsuki pushed him away. Regretting it as soon as he did, feeling Eijirou slip out of his pussy only to have a total fucking mess, in him, on him, and on his pants. He was dripping.
The blond looked up.
"You fucking pissed in me, you're a fucking idiot!"
Eijirou fixed his own pants before helping Katsuki with his own. The feeling wasn't totally unpleasant but fuck he was annoyed by the amount of cleanup he was going to have to fucking do.
He fixed his belt shyly. "You said to fill you up."
Katsuki looked down to his pants as if he could see just how soaked through they were. Thankfully the dark color helped a lot with hiding it.
"That isn't what I meant!"
Eijirou backed up. "You wanted to be used and you were."
Katsuki slapped him anyway.
He wiped his own face before grabbing his gauntlets and looking back at Eijirou.
"I am going to murder you."
"Doesn't sound very hero—"
"Eijirou!"
Eijirou stopped and Katsuki took a deep breath.
"I feel fucking gross you freak!"
But it only seemed to egg Eijirou on at this point and Katsuki wasn't totally sure he didn't like the feeling. He liked the feeling of knowing he was fucked. Cum left on his face from letting Eijirou paint his face. Or the times he had to walk with a mix of slick and cum down his legs to their bathroom. The nights he didn't bother with cleaning up because he wanted to wake up knowing just how he was used the night before.
Eijirou seemed to notice and backed him against the building again. "Last I remembered you were begging for it: 'Ugh fill me up fuck—ahhhh' or don't you remember?"
Katsuki covered his mouth. "Shut the hell up."
"Marry me," Eijirou muttered, half muffled by his hand.
Katsuki looked at him wide-eyed.
"Did you—" He pushed Eijirou away and ignored the hurt puppy look the man had on his face. "Did you just propose to me after pissing in me?!"
Eijirou looked to the ground and didn't answer.
Gods, Katsuki was gone for the idiot.
"You'll propose again, when I don't have your cum or piss leaking from me. I am not going to tell your moms or my parents about this proposal story. Got it, idiot?"
Eijirou looked up shocked.
Katsuki crossed his arms. "You're an idiot."
"Do you mean it?"
"Yes, I tell you this all the time."
"I mean about marrying me, not the idiot part?" Eijirou corrected.
Katsuki sighed. "We share a bed, have a cat together, and have a shared bank account."
"Yeah, but like as friends," Eijirou muttered.
"I have ridden your face, you think best friends just—nope do not answer that. To be fucking clear Eijirou, you are my boyfriend right now, when you choose to propose correctly, you will be my husband. And I am picking the rings."
Eijirou grinned and ran up to Katsuki pulling him into a hug and really Katsuki should have said something sooner. But really how could he not love the idiot?
That was his idiot.
He pushed Eijirou off of him and started walking back to their agency. He was done for the day and needed to shower and go home.
Eijirou followed after him, talking about what their wedding could be like and in the same sentence talking about what he wanted to order in for dinner because he knew Katsuki wanted a cozy night in which they would only get off the couch if they needed to.
He put his arm over the blond's shoulders like he always did and Katsuki didn't push him away, as if he ever would.
It was them against the world and really the news of them getting married would shock zero people but Katsuki was still excited to scream it from the rooftop.
THE END
