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Bakugou's eyebrows twitch as he squeezes his eyes shut with the weird wet feeling on his face.
"Fuck you Krishima."
He growls out of nowhere, trying to pull away from from him, but Kirishima has spent enough time with him to know how to keep him stay put.
"Come on man, I'm barely getting started."
Bakugou tries to free himself from his grip but Kirishima hardens his legs wrapped around Bakugou's torso to stop him. Bakugou growls, squirming and trying to face away, but Kirishima has a very steady grip on his jaw too. He's practically manhandling him.
"Fucking shit! Why the fuck did I agree to this shit, fuck!"
Kirishima grins, he temporarily takes the brush away from his face to paint it in more glow in the dark purple body paint.
"Because you love me."
Kirishima says, confident. Bakugou pops one eye open, still scowling.
"Proof?"
Kirishima startles, blinks. When his lips start to form into a pout Bakugou sighs, leaning in to press a kiss on the corner of his lips.
"I love you."
He agrees, still grumbling. Kirishima smiles, raises the paintbrush again.
"I love you too bro."
"Don't fucking bro me you shithead, I just kissed you."
"Yeah yeah, please stop frowning I'm trying to work here."
Bakugou rolls his eyes, leans back against the bedpost and lets out a tch. When the moist paint makes contact with his face again he shudders, moaning in annoyance, trying to break free. But Kirishima has him trapped between the bed and his rock-hard (literally and figuratively) thigs.
"FUUUUCCKKKK!"
He growls again, so uncomfortable with the feeling of having something on his face. Kirishima has a tongue poking out of his mouth, he's focused on trying to keep bis gremlin boyfriend under control AND paint his face properly at the same time. Bakugou has to admit that it's kind of hot.
"Hey shitty hair."
"Yes babe?"
Bakugou doesn't know whether to cringe at the petname or feel fond of it, so chooses not to react.
"Take your shirt off."
Kirishima halts, taken aback by the sudden request. He blinks, confused.
"Why?"
"You're gonna get fucking paint all over it, hair for brains! You like that shirt, don't fucking ruin it!"
Bakugou growls. Kirishima makes that weird emotional face he makes when he's touched by an act of manliness.
"You're so thoughtful."
Kirishima openly admires him, and Bakugou lets out another tch, which basically makes %50 of his communicative sounds.
"Whatever."
Because really, sure he cares about Kirishima's shitty shirt, but he also needs some extra distraction from the moist feeling on his face. Besides, the fucker is shirtless every opportunity he gets anyway, and Bakugou definitely isn't one to complain.
He leans back and watches with a sly grin on his face as Kirishima pulls away to take off his shirt. He's seen him strip out of his tops so often that he knows exactly where to look, he's even made himself checkpoints on Kirishima's chest and tries to hit every single one of them like it was a game.
First point, Kirishima's boxers peeping from the hem of his pants; check. Second, his v-line veins, they only appear if his boxers are lower down his waistline, and has double points; he sees them as well. Third, the hint of a happy trail running down his belly button into his groin, it's very thin since Kirishima doesn't let his body hair grow, but being this close Bakugou can see it in HD; 5 points to Bakugou Katsuki. Fourth is his abs, defined and strong all for Bakugou's eyes to enjoy at the moment.
Fifth is the stretch of muscles under his ribs, and sixth is the faint line of his ribs. Kirishima is not slim like Bakugou, so his ribs don't really show, but Bakugou knows where they are, he has Kirishima's torso mapped inside his mind, can find the little details exactly where they are. Seventh is his chest pecks, and eighth is the nipples, extra points if they're perky; Bakugou gets those extra points as well. Nineth is the stretch of the muscles under his armpits running along his chest pecks as Kirishima raises his arms to pulls the shirt over his head, tenth is the pit of his throat hollowing when Kirishima moves his head, eleventh is his collarbones.
Twelfth is his arms flexed above his head, more and more muscular delicacies entering the spotlight as the shirt travels upwards. And thirteenth, the best part, is Kirishima's face. Soft and pretty when he's done taking off the shirt, checking his hair is the first thing he does, looking up as if he can see, eyebrows raised. If Bakugou wasn't busy being crushed by Kirishima's killer thighs he would've jumped on him without a second thought. He catches Kirishima's attention when he sighs.
"... Did you make me strip just so you can stare?"
"And what if I did?"
Kirishima blushes, a coy smile on his smile as he looks away. Loves it when Bakugou talks sweetly to him, compliments him, expresses his like. Bakugou smirks. Bastard's lucky he has a death grip on him right now.
"Fucking finish what you started already."
Bakugou hisses to change the topic, the smirk still on his face, the sooner he gets out of Kirishima's leg prison the better. Kirishima blinks, and oh, Bakugou knows this look on his face all too well. He's about to say something dumb.
"..Y-you want me to strip the rest of the way off?"
"FUCKING HELL YOU REALLY HAVE HAIR FOR BRAINS DON'T YOU, SHITTY FUCKING HAIR!? I MEANT THE PAINT! GET YOUR FUCKING MIND OUT OF THE FUCKING GUTTER!"
Kirishima laughs, embarrassed as he lowers his face, blushing.
"Sorry, sorry!"
He chuckles, and oh God, Bakugou wants to kiss him.
"Kirishima,"
He mumbles, low, like the room is full of people and he's trying say something very private. Kirishima still hasn't recovered from his giggling, he raises his head slightly, looking up at Bakugou from under his eyelashes.
"Let me go."
He says. One thing about Bakugou is that his angry voice, threatening voice, and turned on voice are all the same tone of snarling, and Kirishima never truly knows what he's gonna get. His laughter dies down, eyes growing.
"Why though?"
"I said, let me go."
Bakugou snarls again, and Kirishima immediately complies. His legs wrapped around Bakugou's torso softens into human skin, and before he registers what's happening Bakugou has him pinned on the bed, lips on lips. And Kirishima moans, loud and clear for the whole floor to hear.
Kirishima runs his hands into Bakugou's hair as he kisses him back, pulling him down and guiding him into his lap. Bakugou nibbles on his bottom lip, snarling, when he grinds his crotch against Kirishima's, the redhead's mouth falls open to let out another moan, and Bakugou's tongue slips inside.
Kirishima's legs fall to the sides, opening wide to make room for Bakugou to move as he guides him properly onto his lap. Grabs a handful of his ass under Bakugou's boxers. They moan in union, and Kirishima opens his eyes slightly just in time to catch Bakugou's pleasure face, he closes his eyes right back, blushing.
Kirishima is glad he was thoughtful enough to put the body paint on the bedside table and not on the actual bed, because when he flips them ove he's sure he would've stained the bed and their bodies with the paint and Bakugou would go feral. But it's just soft, clean matters as he presses Bakugou into it.
Bakugou runs his hands all over Kirishima's torso, pressing hard into all the spots he especially likes. And Kirishima is itching to taste more. They're going to be late to the party if they keep this up, and their friends are most certainly going to make fun of them, but he can't care less.
He bites on Bakugou's lips teasingly before pulling away a little, and starts mouthing at his jaw, Bakugou lets out a little moan that Kirishima loves so much. Kisses down his neck, mouthing at his Adam's apple, careful not to mark him up but Bakugou's skin is so fair and Kirishima's teeth are so sharp, little red marks are inevitable. Kirishima plants kisses on his shoulders, hands pressing him down from his tiny waist, crotch against crotch. Bakugou has his arms over his head, randomly thrown up, he's all for Kirishima to enjoy.
Kirishima kisses down his chest, can't contain his hunger as he mouths at Bakugou's pecks, biting at the muscles and drawing out the most beautiful moans from his boyfriend. He loves the contrast, the way Bakugou is always so enraged and always growling profanities like an actual gremlin, but under Kirishima's touch it's like he dissolves, like Kirishima's presence is enough to make his heart race.
"I love you."
Kirishima moans as he goes lower, when he licks down Bakugou's abs the other squirms, moaning, throaty and raw. Kirishima sighs, he nibbles on Bakugou's tiny waist, leaving red marks, and the trace of his razor sharp teeth.
Kirishima presses his face into the pit of Bakugou's stomach, a little above his groin, and tries to calm himself down. They've never went anywhere further than kissing and grinding in terms of sexual intimacy, and to be completely honest Kirishima doesn't really feel ready for that, and even though he's too stuck up to admit he knows Bakugou isn't ready either.
So they pant, try to catch their breaths, try to calm down. Kirishima can feel Bakugou's boner pressing against his chest, he only has boxers on, and one thin layer of fabric is obviously not enough to hide it, especially not when Kirishima is literally pressed snug against him. He carefully props himself up on his hands, trying to keep his own boner away, but Bakugou can probably clearly see it too from inside his grey sweatpants.
"I- Uhh..."
Kirishima pants, moving on the bed to hover over Bakugou's face. Bakugou's expression changes slowly, and then he's grinning, wicked as he always is but Kirishima can see a soft smile trying to peep out. Bakugou raises a hand and cards his fingers through Kirishima's hair.
"Your fucking hair fucking sucks. Even worse now."
Kirishima pouts, huffs out a sigh.
"I'm gonna have to it again then. Good thing we started this early, I knew it wouldn't be easy to put paint on you."
"That's your fault for choosing to put your mouth on me instead of paint."
Bakugou flirts, eyebrows raised, staring at Kirishima. Kirishima blushes.
"I wanna do it again."
He admits, and Bakugou groans, pushes Kirishima off so that he can sit up.
"Fucking get done with your shitty paint job or we're never gonna make it to that fucking party."
If it was up to him he would've climbed Kirishima like a tree, but unfortunately they have business to attend. Kirishima clears his throat, nodding.
"Right, right. Let me open the windows though. Be right back."
Bakugou grumbles something under his breath in response as Kirishima gets off the bed, walking a bid weird bc of his boner. Bakugou tries not to look at him.
-
Through great struggle and a lot of yellong and fighting Bakugou's face is finally painted. Kirishima made it look extra creepy, adding dark shadows under the pits of his eyes. Right now it's all glittery gold and bright purple, but it'lll change into the negative and look trippy in the dark so it's all cool.
Somebody knocks on the door.
"You guys are so loud! Are you two getting naughty in there or something?"
Its Sero, and Kaminari's chuckles can be heard as well. Bakugou looks like he's about to explode anytime, Kirishima grabs onto his shoulders to calm him down.
"I'm just painting his face!"
Kirishima replies,
"Ooh! I wanna see!"
Comes Mina's voice, and the door to Bakugou's room opens, the tree dorks crashing in like tsunami. Bakugou and Kirishima are sitting crossed legged in front of each other on the bed, a brush and a cap of paint in Kirishima's hand. The trio rushes in to look. And then Sero suddenly yelps, closing a hand over Mina's eyes.
"Dude, why aren't you wearing anything!?"
"Are you fucking blind? I have boxers on."
"We're gonna paint his legs too."
Kirishima clarifies. But for Mina's sake Bakugou pulls the covers over his lap, and only then Sero pulls his hand away. Mina gives him a good punch on his arm.
"You're all glittery and stuff, what exactly are you? A dead princess?"
Kaminari muses, Bakugou growls out a reply in return as Kirishima calmly explains that he's a Shinigami, and that the colours change in the dark.
"Dude, that's so cool."
Kaminari says then, grinning.
"Being a Death God sure suits him."
Mina muses, earning another snarl from Bakugou, and Sero turns to Kirishima.
"What are you gonna be? A death note holder?"
"A Life God, why of course!"
Kirishima beams proudly. It's a little cringy for Bakugou's tastes to wear matching costumes, but Kirishima really stole his heart when he said Death God. And he doesn't exactly know how Kirishima is going to pull off his Ikigami costume but that's Kirishima's problem to concern.
"Oi Bakugou, why were you moaning if all you two did was to paint faces? I swear I thought you two were--"
"Don't fucking finish that fucking sentence if you value your life at least a little bit, Pikachu."
Bakugou growls, and Kaminari makes the motion of pulling a zipper over his mouth, grinning.
"He doesn't like it when the wet brush touches his face."
Kirishima explains, as the Bakugou whisperer in the room. Bakugou snarls.
"It fucking feels weird and fucking disgusting!"
He growls at him, and Kirishima keeps him at a safe distance by putting a hand on his shoulder and pushing him off.
"Well,"
Mina says after noticing the telltale signs of the two bantering, she garbs Kaminari and Sero from their elbows.
"You guys don't even look halfway done with your costumes, and we haven't even started getting ready either so let's leave you two be."
She says, dragging the other two out despite their protests.
"In case anything gets out of hand, don't forget to use protection!"
Sero says suddenly, and the eraser Bakugou grabs from the bedside table and throws at him hits square in the head, Kaminari bursts into laughter as he pulls the door from behind while they leave. Kirishima just chuckles, and Bakugou scoffs.
The redhead turns to his grumpy blondie.
"Okay, lie down and let me paint your chest."
"Try to control yourself."
Bakugou warns him as he lies down, Kirishima settles on his lap and oh, maybe Bakugou should've said that to himself. He feels himself blushing, but thanks to his face paint it's not visible.
Kirishima traces the lines of his muscles with glittery gold and draws over the lines of Bakugou's ribs with the bright purple. He presses little dots here and there, like sparkling little golden stars.
"You're so pretty."
Kirishima thinks out loud, and Bakugou blushes, starts growling at him half-heartedly. Kirishima looks good too, on top of him, settled on his lap, like he's always meant to be there. The brush doesn't feel weird anymore as Kirishima paints the lines of his abs, it feels more like Kirishima's soft lips, pressing kisses on his skin. Bakugou blushes even more. He frowns, tries to clear his head. He hears Kirishima clear his throat, showing that they're on the same page.
"Okay,"
Kirishima breathes when he's done, Bakugou's chest is pretty strokes of purple and gold, a skeleton with a glittering golden heart. Kirishima must've practiced this.
"Gonna paint your legs now."
Bakugou nods, pulls his knees to himself and puts his feet on the bed, his knees pointing towards the ceiling. He opens his legs a little, and when Kirishima settles between them Bakugou suddenly moans quietly, immediately pressing his lips together in embarrassment. Kirishima is looking away too, cheeks and chest matching the colour of his hair. Fucking dumb teenager hormones and their curious libidos. Bakugou sighs.
"Let's take a fucking break. We have a lot of fucking time."
"Yeah..."
Kirishima agrees easily, awkwardly looking away and scratching the back of his head. Bakugou hates seeing him like this, upset, no matter about what.
"Stop looking like that."
He snarls, glaring at Kirishima from the side.
"Like what?"
"All sad and shit."
When Kirishima looks up Bakugou pulls himself up to a sitting position and grabs his hand, gently pullinh Kirishima in to press his lips against his softly. Bakugou gives him little pecks until Kirishima's body relaxes witj a sigh, shivering slightly as he kisses back. Bakugou pulls away gently.
"Shitty haired dumbass."
"You love me."
"Unfortunately I fucking do."
Kirishima smiles, so sweet and bright as he's beaming at Bakugou, gorgeous with his red cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. Bakugou clicks his tongue.
"Let's get your stupid face paint done while we're at it."
He mumbles, because really the more he looks at Kirishima the more he just wants to kiss him, and being so sappy and hormonal right now is pissing him off. Kirishima of course happily conplies.
Kirishima takes the time explaining the colours and how they change in the dark. And explains what kind of design he wants, which is something floral but creepy at the same time, like a Cinco de Mayo kind of thing, except not really. Bakugou tries his best.
Kirishima is not even nearly as annoyed with the paint and the brush as Bakugou was, which also kind of pisses Bakugou off. He grumbles as he paints little flowers under Kirishima's eyes.
"Don't you have any fucking red? I thought you loved that shit?"
Kirishima looks around the room and then let's out a little oh, and just from that sound alone Bakugou understands the idiot forgot to bring it.
"Be right back!"
Kirishima announces before jumping off the bed and bolting out of the door. Bakugou shamelessly stares at his ass, he's got a good ass. Within a minute or two Kirishima comes back, holding a little body paint bottle between his thumb and forefinger. Bakugou frowns.
"This ain't fucking red?"
"It is! In the dark!
Kirishima says, makes his way back to the bed. It's around the shade or Bakugou's skin tone, maybe a little darker. Kirishima turns it around, inspecting.
"I was actually gonna put some on my lips to leave a kiss mark on each of your cheeks but I guess I forgot."
Kirishima mumbles. Bakugou snorts, rolling his eyes.
"Like hell you will. I'm the God of Death, not the God of Kisses."
Kirishima raises his hands after he hands the paint ti Bakugou, grinning.
"It's okay. You can paint my lips red with it. And hearts on my cheeks too please!"
"What if you fucking eat it, dumbas, I'm not fucking putting that shit on your lips!"
Bakugou snarls, Kirishima shakes his head, smiling softly.
"It's edible body paint. I bought it specifically to kiss you."
It's ridiculous how that gets Bakugou, he's once again thankful to the -edible- facepaint as it hides his blush. He grunts at Kirishima.
"You fucking sap."
"Your fucking sap."
Kirishima flirts, a teasing grin on his face as he winks, trying to be cute. Bakugou growls profaniea at him, pushing his face away as Kirishima complains about the paint.
-
They finish painting and dressing up just in time for the party. Their classmates are setting down decorations and food around, Kirishima immediately rushes to help.
They spend some of the night explaining their costume, Kirishima doing the actual talking while Bakugou makes gremlin noises in the back.
"I wanna see them change colours!"
Mina says, tugging on Kirishima's arm playfully. Kaminari raises a finger, agreeing.
"Besides, this is a Halloween party. It's supposed to be creepy."
"Should we turn the lights off, then?"
Yaoyorozu asks, Jirou shrugs.
"I guess it fits the occasion."
Todoroki lights the candels inside the pumpkins they carved during a random pumpkin carving competition they did a couple of days ago, and then Uraraka closes the lights.
It takes a moment, and suddenly Kirishima and Bakugou's bodies are glowing, neon red, yellow, blue, green, pink. And then somebody screams.
"Oh my God, did you two really have to go that far!?"
Mina shrieks, and Bakugou frowns.
"What the fuck are you talking about it's just some neon fucking paint."
"Is that... Part of the costume then?"
Oujiro asks awkwardly,
"Kirishima's lips are all red too... So... It must be..."
Hagakure mumbles, Bakugou's eyes twitch.
"What the fuck are you fuckers mumbling about!?"
He turns to Kirishima, whose looking at him with his red eyes open wide, jaw ajar. Bakugou's seriously getting pissed the fuck off. He suddenly turns to Midoriyo, grabbing him from his collar.
"Fucking Deku, fucking tell me what the fuck you fuckers are staring at!?"
From the corner of his eye he can ee Kirishima slowly backing away, hiding behind Kaminari and Sero, telling people that he swears he has no idea, Mina starting to giggle.
"Well... Umm... Kacchan... Umm.. You... You kind of... You..."
"Fucking spit it the fuck out already you damn nerd!"
"I... Can't..."
Bakugou frowns, even more confused, and even more pissed off now that his asshole friends started laughing and Kirishima looks liked he wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole.
"Fucking shitty hair did you fucking write some weird shit on me or someth--"
"Dude!"
Sero finally yells, wheezing from laughing too hard.
"You have glowing red marks all over your body!"
"The fuck!?"
Bakugou replies, even more confused. The rest of the class has started to clear away from them, no one really wants to be around Bakugou when he's showing signs of impending explosiveness.
"I knew those moans weren't just because of the paint brush."
Kaminari snickers,
"Kirishima, gotta give it to you, you have one curious mouth."
Sero adds, with his token shit-eating grin on.
"Kiri the explorer."
Mina muses. Bakugou's palms start to make little explosions, and just as he's walking to his boyfriend in a very angry state Sero snaps a picture of the two of them.
"Here you are loverboy, the answer to your questions."
He says, handing the phone to Bakugou, who stops exploding to take the phone into his hand. And then he freezes on the spot.
He remembers Kirishima telling him that he wanted to kiss him on the cheek with the red paint. Remembers the colour of it under daylight being close to the shade of his own skin colour. Then remembers Kirishima's mouth, running all over his body. Down his throat to his jaw, neck, collarbones, shoulders, chest, stomach, waist, and even slightly against his groin.
That stupid motherfucker had red paint on his lips all this time. And he forgot about it. And now Bakugou has Kirishima's mouth painted all over his body, glowing red, like Kirishima's lips and the hearts on his cheekbones. Red. His hands start exploding again.
"I'm going to fucking kill you."
Bakugou says, threatening as he walks towards Kirishima, the other one looking away, embarrassed, walking backwards.
"Bakug-"
"10..."
"Kats-"
"9..."
Kirishima's eyes open wide, and Bakugou's explosions grow wider. Uraraka ruins the mood by yelling, inviting everyone out to the Halloween parkour 1-B has put together. Bakugou half expects Kirishima to run outside along with the rest of their classmates but he does the manlier thing and stays, opting to face his doom instead.
"I want to blast your fucking face off."
"I swear I didn't know I had it-"
Bakugou has crowded into his personal space now, and Kirishima knows the murderous glare all too well. He's spent a good time fighting by Bakugou's side after all. And enough time fighting against him.
It's a moment of dead silence, the God of Death cornering the God of Life against the wall. Bakugou snarling, growling, absolutely furious.
But then he grabs Kirishima by his hair and yanks his face down, pulling him into a kiss which is mostly just teeth. Kirishima moans, but he manages to get a grip on Bakugou's waist to steady himself. Bakugou presses himself closer, his accessories clanking against Kirishima's.
When he pulls away it's just as abrupt as the kiss itself, and Kirishima is somehow panting.
"You're lucky we have some unfortunate chemistry together."
Bakugou growls, breath hor against Kirishima's neck as he nibbles on his skin slightly.
"Now we're gonna go the fuck back to your fucking room and you're gonna clean this fucking shit right off me. Fucking understand?"
He hisses, and Kirishima nods. Anyone else would've been scared shitless, but Kirishima is just a bit turned on. That's probably one of the reasons why they're together.
"Can I kiss you ag-"
"No fucking kisses!"
Bakugou growls, and Kirishima awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, following a grumbling Bakugou upstairs back to the rooms.