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A faint tickle against his ear dragged Bakugou out of his sleep and into the world of the living. He swatted limply at the general area, mouth twitching into a half hearted scowl. Again, the press of lips and huff of air stirred across his skin, moving from his earlobe to his temple and down the side of his cheek. Snarling, he wrenched his eyes open and was greeted by the laughing, smile crinkled face of his oh so annoying redhead.
Kirishima pulled away, settling his chin on his crossed forearms with a satisfied hum. “Mornin’ babe.” His voice was thick and heavy, rough with morning gravel.
Bakugou tried to be angry at him, he really did, but damn it was hard. The sun was just rising, its soft light slipping through the half open blinds to paint Kirishima’s face in a striking pattern of shadow and golden glow. He still had sleep crusted in his lashes and his hair had half flattened where he’d lay against his pillow. It was an image Bakugou had woken up to almost every morning since they’d moved into their tiny studio apartment; two years of drowsy smiles and husky hellos, dawn halos and messy hair.
Grumbling, Bakugou rolled onto his stomach, hiding his sappy grin from sight. He could hear Kirishima snicker, feel as he crawled closer and curled an arm around Bakugou’s waist. The kisses were back with a vengeance; playful nips along the edge of his ear, long slow pulls against his jawbone, a swirling tongue against his pulse point. Kirishima moved lower, purred down the edge of his shoulder blade and counted the knobs of his spine with cold fingers. Bakugou shivered into the touch, not really sure if he wanted it to stop or go on forever.
“You’ve gotta get up, Katsuki.” Kirishima’s voice was back in his ear, a throaty whisper. “Today’s the big one, remember?”
And just like that, the dreamy shroud of sleep was torn away, leaving in its place a vibrant, staticky energy. Bakugou sat up in a rush, stared at his hands beneath him, the tungsten ring half hidden by black sheets. He flicked his gaze to his fiancé, blinding himself on the radiant, sharp toothed smile, and barked a laugh.
“Holy fuckin’ shit, Eiji. We’re getting married.” Bakugou tackled the man, wrapped himself around him, planted grinning lips together, didn’t care that he looked like a love struck fool. “The whole world’s gonna know you’re mine.”
Kirishima squeezed back and laughed.
Yeah, it was really, really hard to be angry at him, and that was okay.