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"I want to ride you tonight."
Kirishima did a visible double take, his pencil falling from his frozen hand. He whirled around in his chair, staring at the blond strewn casually over his bed.
"I'm sorry?"
"Don't make me say it again," Bakugou said, finally looking up from his phone, which sat turned off in his hands. His face was warm, which gave away his nerves, but his expression remained collected, almost bored.
They were both hanging out together in Kirishima's dorm while the redhead studied for an exam and Katsuki oversaw. The blond had soon grown bored when Eijiro appeared to be doing what he was supposed to, and he'd traveled to the bed to play on his phone or read. Theyd stayed like that in a comfortable silence for an hour or so, doing their respective activities. And that's when, at last… this little statement had abruptly come to light.
"You're always on top when we have sex." Bakugou continued. "It's annoying."
"Um." Kirishima blinked again, cheeks pink. He shook his head, turning in his chair to face the bed and his lover. "That's kind of in the name, isn't it? Topping?"
"Well, I think it's stupid," Bakugou replied stubbornly. "I wanna be on the top for fucking once in our sex life. It's only fair."
"How is it fair?" Kirishima asked, appearing offended. "You literally 'top' me in almost everything other than our sex life! Grades, sparing, athleticism, looks, quirks…"
"Two of those are bullshit," Katsuki cut in, annoyed. "But that's beside the point. I wanna try being on top of you for once. And besides, I've read about it, and it's supposed to… It's supposed to feel really good for both of us, because of gravity, and all that," he said, seeming more embarrassed and unsure of himself now.
Bakugou had always been the more flustered out of the both of them when it came to their sex life, which had come as a surprise to the both of them, considering how confident and brash the blond was in almost everything else. Apparently, BL romance Mangas didn't make it any less embarrassing to blatantly talk about.
Kirishima still seemed like he was still catching up to the abrupt turn this had taken, but he nodded slowly. "...Alright. Fine. I don't see why not. Experimenting is part of our fun, isn't it?"
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And that's how they'd gotten here. Kirishima, laying on his back on the bed, a pillow tucked comfortably beneath his head, already stripped to his boxers.
"Are you sure you don't want help?" Kirishima asked again, watching his boyfriend, who stood beside the bed, in the process of unbuckling his pants.
"No," came the stubborn reply from the blond as he shucked off his pants and boxers before he crawled to the bed, naked. "I want to do this myself. You lay there and don't move or help at all, understand, Shitty Hair?"
Kirishima, who's sassy streak always came out during these secret nights, merely smiled in reply and lifted his arms like he was surrendering. He pulled them above his head and clasped his hands together, tucking them casually beneath his head.
"Yes, sir," he replied, earning another eye roll from his lover. He watched as Bakugou climbed over him, unembarrassed by his nakedness in the dim light save for a flush of red along his cheekbones. They'd done this enough times that Kirishima had seen all of him more than he cared to count, so it was hard to feel embarrassed anymore by nakedness save for a handful of specific times.
"Did you prep?"
"Of course I fucking prepped, you idiot. What am I, a fucking amateur?" Bakugou snapped back, rolling his eyes as he adjusted himself on Eijiro's waist.
"Language, Katsuki."
"Bite me."
"Is that an invitation?" Came Kirishima's cool reply, a shark toothed grin matching the teasing words. Katsuki whacked him on the side, earning a laugh.
"Shut up. Is this comfortable?" Katsuki asked, hands smoothing over Kirishima's stomach as he finally settled on Eijiro's thighs, his knees braced on either side to hold himself up, though they didn't take much of the weight.
"Yep. You aren't that heavy," Kirishima replied, looking up at the other with a smile. "Despite how gorgeously ripped you are."
"I'm about to fuck your dick. Don't get sappy with me again," Katuski said in reply, ducking his head to hide the warmth in his cheeks at the praise.
"But you're so easy to compliment, firecracker." He cooed back. "Ans it always gives you this manly shade of red in your face."
"Just- Shut your mouth and get those boxers off," Bakugou quipped back.
"Don't have to ask me twice." Kirishima waited for Katsuki to sit up on his knees before lifting his own hips, wiggling his boxers off and down his knees. Bakugou finished, turning to pull the undergarments down his calves and feet before throwing them to the floor.
Katsuki looked over his boyfriend's body approvingly, noting that Kirishima was already half hard. "Excited, hm?"
"As if you aren't, dude," Kirishima replied with a scoff, making a show of eyeing Bakugou's own hard on.
"I was fingering myself five minutes ago, dude," he replied mockingly. He hated when Kirishima used nicknames like 'bro' or 'dude' when they were in wildly homoerrotic positions. "What's your excuse?"
He didn't wait for a reply, his hands coming down to grab hold of Eijiro's length in a practiced grip. He gave a few light pumps, earning a shaky breath from the redhead as he settled down to let Bakugou take the lead, as he'd promised.
"Condom?" Katsuki asked after a moment, looking up. Kirishima unlaced a hand from behind his head to reach out to grab the packet, pacing it to his boyfriend. Bakugou ripped the packet open with his teeth, which was endlessly hot, and he pulls out the rubber. He discards the empty package on the floor and spends the next minute slowly working the rubber over Eijiro's dick, making sure to continue making the other feel good as he did so.
Once finished, he returned to stroking his lover's length, smiling in satisfaction at the way his dick twitched in response, the owner of the appendage groaning softly.
“Lube?” Bakugou asked again after a few moments of this, holding out his free hand as he continued to pump with the other.
Kirishima looked to the side and grabbed the bottle in question from the counter of the bedside table, passing it to him. Bakugou tried to open it with one hand, fumbling with the cap and swearing under his breath. Kirishima covered his mouth with a hand, a small snort escaping his lips despite his attempts to mask it. When the blond dropped the bottle onto the mattress, Kirishima burst out laughing.
“Shut up-!” Bakugou’s ears flare with red, but he’s grinning. Kirishima snorts again, and Bakugou struggles not to laugh, brows pinched in effort. “Fuck you!”
“Thought I was gonna be fucking you,” Kirishima giggled out between his fit of laughter, settling back into the pillows as Bakugou succeeds in opening the bottle with two hands after releasing Eijiro's dick.
Bakugou ignored the joke and spread the lube over Kirishima’s cock. He presses down on the head with his thumb, and Eijiro moaned rewardingly, laughter being abruptly cut off for a different sort of positive emotion. Katsuki smiled in response, smug.
He took another minute to make sure his boyfriend was hard and ready before moving. He shifted himself up to Eijiro's hips, grinding down on the lubed length to make Kirishima groan. Being in control for once was fun, he noted smugly.
He didn't wait to share his plans before he lifted himself up and grabbed Kirishima's dick, lining it up with his hole. Once satisfied, he carefully lowered himself down, letting go upon entrance. He groaned, eyes fluttering shut as he let himself adjust to Kirishima's length. He settled down until he was all the way in, surprised at how much larger the other felt inside of him in this position. He waited until the usual discomfort faded, and then he experimented. He lifted himself up and dropped back down, gasping in surprise and pleasure at the feeling he was met with, pleased when Kirishima groaned out as well.
He does it again, this time less hesitant, and loves the result he earns for himself. His eyes flutter closed as he finds himself a rhythm, not too slow, but not quick.
Bakugou’s eyes open again when he grinds down hard on Kirishima’s dick, making them both gasp in pleasure. Bakugou leans forward over Kirishima’s stomach, his mouth opening a small fraction, wide eyed and panting.
"Holy fuck," he gasps out, because he's never been this deep on the redheads dick before and he could feel himself being filled in places and ways that he'd never experienced. He does the movement again, earning pleased sounds from them both in reward. And again. Again.
"Shit," Kirishima gasped, his hands moving to grip Katsuki's thighs to steady both of them.
Eijiro sat up enough to capture his blond's lips in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. They stayed like that for a moment, panting into each other’s mouths as Bakugou grinds down hard, Kirishima swallowing the keening noise that leaves Katsuki's throat. His nails dig into Katsuki’s thighs, hard enough to leave marks on the pale, smooth skin.
The kiss breaks, a trail of saliva connecting their lips even when they pull apart.
Bakugou lifted his hips, then slammed back down, moaning loudly. Kirishima makes a strangled groaning sound, his own hips thrusting upwards in response. It hit a sensitive spot inside Bakugou, and the blond popped forward with a stuttered gasp.
“Fuck,” Katsuki gasps out. “Do that again.”
Eijiro obliged, and Katsuki lifts himself and dropped down, Kirishima meeting every advance, Katsuki's ass taking in the entire length with each movement. Curses stutter from his lips between gasping breaths, completely unashamed in his pleasure. “Fuck yes, Eij, your dick is fucking good, please, oh god-”
Kirishima bucks upwards into him in-sync, drawling the most delicious of sounds from Bakugou's throat. “Katsuki-” He moaned out from beneath the boy, thrusting up harder as his nails dug into the soft skin of Bakugou's thighs.
"A-Ahh~" Katsuki moaned, his tone growing in pitch as it always did when they hit a building point in their passion, or when Kirishima played with his sensitive spots, like his nipples. The pace picked up as the pleasure built in Bakugou's stomach, chasing the amazing feeling and craving more, more, more.
Kirishima would never be able to adjust to Bakugou’s passionate, insatiable drive, the way the blond chased his own pleasure with hungry, needy moans. Bakugou himself still struggled to keep up with himself and his own wants and needs, especially when the cloud of horniess fogged his mind and rational side.
Katsuki tipped his head back, his breath coming out in heavy pants between moans of pleasure that bordered in pitchiness. The feeling building in his core thickened, fogging his brain in that pleasurable build-up way that made him want to fizzle and burn and-
And it stopped. He blinked, dropping his head to figure out why the buildup had abruptly stopped. It was because he had stopped. He let out a whine from deep in his throat before he could filter it, taking in a shaky breath. Moving. His legs flexed as he pushed up again before landing back down, his vision swimming when he again hit that delicious bundle of nerves that had him letting out a loud moan. Again. Again.
But he couldn't think around this feeling of fizzling pleasure, of Kirishima, and before he knew it, he'd stopped again, movements stuttering.
Katsuki let out a growl of frustration that came out sounding more like a displeased whimper. He struggled to refocus himself, brows pulled together around his flushed face.
"Kats," Eijiro's voice came through the fog, and Katsuki looked up to meet his boyfriend's gaze. The redheads cheeks were warm with a blush, his eyes clouded and chest heaving.
"I g-got it," Katsuki grounded out, lifting his ass once more before pounding down in a way that had both of them groaning their pleasure. He went again, bracing his trembling hands on Ejiro's firm stomach for leverage as he lifted again and came down, eyes fluttering with another moan. But he couldn't do it again, not without opening his eyes and refocusing again, cutting through the pleasure like a hot wave of frustration…
"Kats." Again, that gentle, deep voice, and now there were hands on his hips, stopping him from another shaky attempt. "Let me, firecracker." Amused, even in the depths of sex. Katsuki didn't know how he could survive without this man beneath him. Or without the dick firmly wedged in his ass. But maybe that was the pleasure talking.
And so he let himself be guided and manhandled, let Eijiro flip him onto his back without even pulling out, splayed on his back against the ruffled covers as the hardening hero towered over him, adjusting.
And then the pleasure was back moments after, and Katsuki moaned into the darkness. His hands trailed up to fist in the pillow strewn above his head for something to keep himself in the earth as Kirishima pounded himself into the blond, hitting his prostate with every sheath.
"Ahh, Eijiro~ Y-Yes, right there, right there-" He moaned out, breath stuttering over his babbled words, his voice coming out cracked and wobbly. His hands sparked and popped into the pillow clutched in his hands. Kirishima's hand came up and gently moved the clenched fists to the middle, laying the over each other in a few fluid motions, all without pausing his pounding. Then he clasped his fingers over both hands, effectively trapping them as he hardened against the explosions.
Katsuki's head tipped back, mouth open wide as lewd sounds continued to pour from his lips between babbling words and pleas. Eijiro jerked his hips forward again, finding the prostate and making Katsuki keen. He did it again.
"O-Oh fuck, right there- Fuck, Eiji I-I'm gonna-"
"Go ahead, babe, I-I'm right behind you," Kirishima groaned out, pulling out to the hilt and slamming back on again. "I've got you, baby."
Kirishima thrusted up into his prostate one last time, and Bakugou falls apart, coming undone in Eijiro's practiced, loving touch. His hands crackle with an golden orange that flashes across both of their faces. An orgasm courses through Katsuki's body, leaving him shuddering, squeezing Kirishima’s cock like a vice. He sobs out a series of pitched moans as he cums, his head thrown back in a cry of his boyfriend's name as strips of hot white decorate both of their stomachs.
The sight has Kirishima coming undone with a cry of his own, releasing inside Bakugou's body with one last thrust inside. He gasps, leaning his head back as they both ride out the effects of their orgasm. The next few moments are filled with silence, aside from their heavy breaths as they both reach their peak. Kirishima pulls out gently, minding Katsuki's small whine at the motion and the feeling it brings.
He collapses to the bed at Bakugou's side, heaving his breath as Katsuki does the same, the latter's eyes fluttered closed as he calms down from his high.
"Fuck," Eijiro gasps, finally reaching down to pull the condom of his cock and tie it off, leaving it sitting at his side. "That's got to be one of our best yet."
Katsuki let out a small sound of agreement, tiredly turning towards Kirishima and moving to rest his head on the redheads chest, hand on his stomach. He let out another sound and pulled back his hand, eyes finally opening.
"Gross," he groaned, his breath finally evening as he glared at the sticky white substance now stuck to his hand. Eijiro let out a surprised, breathless laugh.
"Hey, that's yours. Don't look at me," he said, lifting his hands in surrender. Katsuki stared in disgust at his own hand, and Kirishima let out another laugh. "We can go take a bath after we calm down. How does that sound, Kats?"
"Only if you draw it. My hands are sticky and 'm sore," came Bakugou's reply, the one in question abandoning his quest to stare accusingly at the semen on his hand and dropping said arm back to his lover's stomach. His own abdomen was laced with the substance too, after all.
Kirishima gave a soft, amused smile in return, leaning down and pulling back Bakugou's hair to give him a kiss on the temple. Katsuki, still tired and coming down from his high, didn't pretend to fight it. "As you wish, my firecracker."