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Best friends Kirishima and Bakugo plop down on the sofa of their new apartment. It’s been a long day of moving, they can take a breath at last.
It’s quiet as they bask in the moment of complete freedom and privacy after living in the dorms for three years.
The ticking of the clock on the wall fills the silence, Baku drums his fingers on his knee, and Kiri takes a deep breath.
The air feels charged, peaceful yet brimming with excitement. At once, they turn towards each other, grab one another’s face, and kiss themselves into a frenzy.
They’ve never done this before, never had the time to sort out these complicated feelings. Unspoken words die on their lips as they opt to communicate through actions.
Desperation has them in its grip. Kiri lowers Baku onto his back and runs his hands up his chest, moaning when he feels Baku’s legs wrap around his waist.
They move on instinct, hands wandering, mouths traveling - pausing only to breathe a monent before going back for more.
Kiri reaches under Baku to press their bodies closer, he knows he must commit every detail to memory. This will all be logged in his brain for years to come - the whimpers, Baku‘s hands tugging at his shoulders, the taste of a mild heat on his tongue.
It‘s everything he could have ever hoped for and not enough. He grinds down and growls into the kiss. “More.” His voice is demanding and Baku has no qualms giving into his commands.
Frustration seeps through his being, head too foggy to figure out how to quench his thirst. Kiri has always been the brawn, Baku the brains. Thank goodness for him, because now Baku is taking off their shirts and -oh- this feels much better.
Now there’s more skin to touch and taste. Now Baku’s whimpers turn into lewd moans. Now he can feel the heat radiating off his skin.
Real life has exited out the front door. Here in this place only these two exist. When Kiri feels a hand run through his hair he has to come up for air once again.
He thought kissing was heaven, but Baku’s fingers massaging his scalp are other worldly. He has to lay his forehead on Baku’s collarbone to try and collect himself.
“We should do this every day.” Baku murmurs.
Kirishima looks up at him with hope in his eyes. “Do we even need a two bedroom apartment?” Because if Baku is willing, Kiri is going tol jump in the deep end with zero hesitation.
”Second room can be a gym or something.“ Baku replies casually, his hand never ceasing its ministrations. “We’ll figure it out.”
”Yeah” Kiri smiles warmly. “We’ll figure it out.”