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The hallways were quiet, absent of any talking or stomping and he strangely didn't bump into any other on the way to the showers. Opening the door to the change room, he entered the steamy atmosphere to the sound of someone happily whistling. Denki giggled at the sound and rested his change of clothes on the bench. "That's funny. I never pictured you as a High School Musical fan." He called out, stripping off his top and threw it next to his locker. "Are you kidding me? That's like my childhood right there." The voice replied with a laugh. "Really?" Denki couldn't believe what he was hearing. He grabbed a towel and walked up to the stall next to the other male. "You better not be peeking in on me!" Denki could imagine the Corporal shaking his fist at him in a joking manner and smiled at the thought. "I would Kirishima, if there was something worth checking out." Kirishima burst out into fits of laughter before yelling out. "That's not what you said last time!" Both of them continued the banter back and forth playfully as they showered. "Don't wanna hear it, Kirishima!" "C'mon, You know I'm right...Unless you've been checking out other people behind my back." Kaminari laughed, nervously remembering his encounter with Bakugou. He couldn't believe he was thinking about that right in the shower, while talking to Kirishima. Kaminari was in the middle of shampooing his hair, contemplating how to mention it to the man when the sound of water running stopped in the Corporals stall. "Finished already or did the water go cold?" He snickered but didn't get an answer. "Kiri?" Suddenly the curtain behind him was pulled aside revealing a very wet and very much naked Kirishima. Water was dripping down his shoulders and slowly trailed down his pectoral muscles, drawing in Kaminari’s eyes like a snake. His face was burning in embarrassment when he looked up to meet lustful red eyes. "Kiri, w-what are you doing?" He stuttered, not knowing how to react as the Corporal stepped into the stall with him and pulled the curtain closed again. "Shhh.." Kirishima pressed a finger to his lips, silencing his protest before replacing the digits with his lips. He consumed his mouth a devouring kiss that brought interest to certain parts of Kaminari’s body. Kaminari was pushed back against the tiled wall, his heated skin shivering at the contact. He moaned into the kiss and bucked up against the hips that were keeping him pinned. A trail of saliva dribbled past his lips as a whimper escaped his lips. He felt Kirishima’s hands exploring his body, touching and massaging him in all the right spots. His head felt fuzzy from the contact and he found himself holding onto his shoulders tightly as though he would slip away at any given moment. At first he was nervous to continue but as the gropes slowly moved lower his mind went blank and he threw caution to the wind. "Please." He whimpered, what for, he didn't know but Kirishima seemed to understand and lifted him up. Kaminari subconsciously wrapped his legs around his waist and locked his ankles together to prevent himself from slipping down. He felt a finger swirl around his entrance and gasped at the foreign feeling. Kaminari gripped the Corporals shoulders, taking deep breaths to calm himself when surprisingly, the fingers pulled away. "What happened between you and Bakugou." Kirishima murmured his question, biting Denki’s ear. Kaminari was too far out of it to really care about how he knew. For all he knew, Bakugou may have told Kirishima himself. He gritted his teeth at the thought and buried his face into Kiri’s neck. "He- he kissed me." Kirishima pressed his mouth against his again, lips forcefully parting the privates so he could deepen the kiss. Only once the two were breathless, did they part. Mind still in a wonderful haze, Kaminari continued. "He touched me..." The fingers returned in earnest and began rubbing his hole again. He could sense that Kirishima was trying to make a point and whimpered pitifully against his shoulder. "Please, nothing else happened. I- I don't even like him." "He could of hurt you." Kirishima whispered and forced a digit inside, pressing in until he was buried to the knuckle. "Then I would of had to hurt him." Kaminari nodded and shook in desperation as the finger was exploring him. His body was moving against him trying to push him in deeper. He knew that Kirishima was probably acting on jealousy, but goodness, if this was his punishment he would have to be bad more often. "I'm sor-ry!!" He cried out as the fingers found something inside of him that sent sparks up his spine. His hips wiggled and pressed downwards trying to get more of that wondrous feeling. Kirishima indulged him and pressed another digit inside, then another. The three fingers filled him completely and moved around looking for the sensitive spot inside of him. Once found, the pads of his fingertips tickled and rubbed against the nerves teasingly. "I don't want anyone else touching you, Denki." He murmured into his ear, his voice barely heard over the rushing water. Unable to form coherent sentences, Kaminari cried out and nodded his head in understanding. His body felt hot to the touch and his muscles were spasming as the pleasure rolled over his nerves. He didn't question the over-protective ramblings coming from the man in front of him, in fact it seemed to excite him even more. "They don't deserve you." Kirishima whispered and removed his fingers before lifting Denki up. He lined himself up with his hole and pressed forward needly. "They don't treat you right. Not like I can." Kaminari’s eyes widened in shock at the foreign feeling of being filled. The fingers were one thing but this was much larger, much more stretching and he felt his body tighten in response. Thus it made it harder for Kirishima to move and it hurt as his insides resisted the length that tried to push in deeper. "Deep breaths." The Corporal panted in his ear. "You need to relax." "Hurts." Denki felt him press a kiss to his forehead, trying to help him calm down. "I know it hurts, but you need to relax Denks. I promise it will be much better." Nodding, Kaminari rested his chin on his shoulder and tried to breathe deeply. In through the nose, out through the mouth. He repeated the process a few times as his body began to ease against the member moving slowly deeper inside of him. The tip found the bundle of nerves inside of him that had been stroked earlier by the fingers and Kaminari tossed his head back, crying out needly. Kaminari’s skull was pressed against the cool tiles of the wall behind him as the man filled him to the brim. His mouth was captured in a demanding kiss that devoured all the noises that threatened to spill from his lips. Once Kirishima was fully sheathed, Kaminari could feel him beginning to slowly rock his hips back and forth, striking his prostate with a variety of thrusts. The pleasure coiled up in his stomach like a snake as his erection was pressed tightly against Kirishima’s chest. The heat built up, threatening to drive him over the edge and he dug his nails into the man's shoulders, still rocking against his body. Their mouth separated for air and Kaminari gasped wantonly. "Eijirou, I'm so close." He felt a rough tongue trail his throat and lap over the reddish mark on his neck lovingly. "Cum for me, Denki." The man's husky voice commanded. Those words were all that was needed to drive Kaminari over the edge. His sight exploded into flashes of white and his eyes rolled back as he rode out his orgasm. He came across both of their stomachs, the rushing water that had long since gone cold, cleaning the mess away almost immediately. The two stayed together, foreheads pressed against one another as they panted from the exertion. Kirishima slowly lowered them both to the ground as Kaminari reached behind him and turned the shower off. He pulled himself out and groaned lightly at the cool air. The water died down with their arousal as they simply held each other, not wanting to let go of the other, not wanting to let the sexual moment end. A few moments of silence passed and they both broke out into laughter. It was strange, it was unfitting and yet it felt so natural despite what they had both just done. "Wow, that was...that was just. Wow." Kaminari didn't know how to best describe it and settled on just those words, hoping they would be able to convey his feelings. "Wow indeed." Kirishima nodded and stood up. Once standing, he offered a hand to Kaminari who took it and shakily allowed himself to get pulled up onto his feet. He shivered at the cool air and sneezed lightly, wrapping his arms around himself. "Here." The Corporal passed him a towel and helped wipe the excess droplets of water of his shoulders and back. "Don't want you to catch a cold." "Thanks." Kaminari wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped out of the stall. He smiled in thanks towards Kirishima and grabbed his towel from the other shower as he passed by. Spinning on his heels, he tossed it to the man before making his way to the locker room so he could get changed. Once he was dressed, the private pecked Eijirou on the cheek lightly before exiting out the door. "See you at breakfast?" "Mention my name, you'll get a good seat." Kirishima winked back at him as he continued to get dressed. Kaminari laughed and practically skipped down the hallway. He had a bounce to his step, despite his escapade with the Corporal on the showers and felt on top of the world. Nothing could ruin the high he had now.