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The noise was deafening as Kirishima pushed the club doors open and stepped inside.
"Wow... who organized it to be here?" he thought as he scrunched his nose a little and looked around, trying to locate his friends that were having a bit of a reunion.
"Kirishima!!" Mina's loud voice shouted over the mind numbing beat that was punching through the speakers.
He looked up and gave her a bright, sharp toothed smile as he spotted her, waving happily before making his way through the crowds of people who were congregating in pockets.
"Who wanted to make it at the club?!" he yelled as he got to Mina’s side.
"Kaminari did!" she hollered in reply, gesturing to the electric blond who was lounging back in the private booth with a hot girl on either side of him, both girls fetchingly draped across his body as he wrapped his arms around them.
"Oh," Kirishima replied, his eyes scanning the other people present in the booth.
There were the usual people there, well... everyone that he had been expecting anyway.
The Bakusquad- as they had been affectionately dubbed; Jirou, Sero, Kaminari, Mina... and last, but certainly not least, Bakugou- Kirishima’s best friend and crush since high-school.
Bakugou looked up at Kiri and did a small head jerk up in recognition but apart from that didn't move any other part of his body.
The explosive blond had on a black ensemble- black button up shirt with the top 2 buttons undone and black strap back pants; his outfit looking laidback but hot as fuck completed with his dynamite brand shoes- orange and black with small red accents.
"Hey," Kiri greeted loudly over the noise, directing his greeting at the spikey blond as he walked over and sat down next to him in the booth.
"Been a while since I last saw you, shitty hair," Bakugou replied with a small smirk, his brows still knitted with that permanent hot scowl he alway wore.
The blond didn’t even bother to move his arm from the backboard but kept it there as Kirishima settled in.
"Uh, yeah," the redhead chucked nervously, "how have you been?"
"Do we have to do the small talk shit?" Bakugou grunted, "thought we were past that."
"Well, yeah... we are... but I just don't know what to say first thing after not seeing you for a while," Kirishima admitted, "what's been happening? I saw that fight you had with villain: lockjaw, you looked manly as always."
"Heh," Bakugou huffed with amusement, "that asshole had no chance, I blasted his ass before he could even start."
"Yeah, I saw that. You look like you've been bulking up a bit," Kirishima commented, "your muscles are more cut than before."
"You think?" Bakugou asked, pulling his arm down from behind the redhead and rolling up his sleeve to flexing his biceps.
"Oh definitely!" the spikey red replied enthusiastically, impulsively reaching out to run his fingers over the rippling muscles on Bakugou's arm.
There was a moment of silence as sudden realization set in on Kirishima’s behalf- worried that the touching might have been a bit much and he quickly withdrew his hand from the blond's arm then coughed with embarrassment to cover his actions.
"S-Sorry, bro... got carried away..." he mumbled shyly, his comment getting lost in the din of the club music.
"Huh?!" Bakugou screamed over the noise, having seen Kirishima's mouth moving but not hearing what he said.
Kiri looked up into his crushes intense red eyes and shook his head quickly.
"It's fine!" he shouted to the blond then grimaced internally, "ugh, man I can't do this, I'm going to bring myself undone at this rate!"
Quickly he shifted away from Bakugou then stood up and motioned to the blond the was going to go but would be back soon, then exited the booth quickly.
Making his way through the crowds he found the men's bathroom and went in, stopping at the mirror to take a long hard look at himself as others milled around behind him, using the urinals, stalls or sinks beside him.
"Hold it together, Ei, just act normal." He coached into the mirror, "Bakugou doesn’t know you have a crush on him so don’t do anything stupid."
He hung his head and sighed then raised it again with a determined look on his face.
"Ok, game face on, go out there and enjoy yourself!"
He straightened and puffed his chest out then turned and walked purposefully to the door and yanked it open- coming face to face with Bakugou who was standing there with hands shoved into his jean pockets.
"What's going on, Kirishima," he asked lowly, his voice just barely being heard over the thump of the music from the dance floor nearby.
"W-What do you mean?" Kiri stammered in a semi-loud voice as he was pushed aside for some of the guys to leave the bathroom, his heart starting to race at the thought that Bakugou might be catching on to what was going on.
"I'm not stupid," Bakugou replied with a heavy scowl, "why are you avoiding me?"
"M-Me?! I'm not avoiding you?" Kirishima replied nervously.
"Stop fucking with me," Bakugou snapped, stepping forward into the bathroom and making Kirishima step backwards, walking him backwards past the exiting people and all the way across the floor to the opposite wall.
Kiri’s back hit the wall at the same time Bakugou's hand slammed into the graffiti etched into the brickwork beside his head, small explosions crackling threateningly in the palms of his hand.
"You gonna tell me what's wrong or do I have to blast it out of you?" Bakugou growled lowly, his face hovering very closely to Kirishima's.
"B-Bro, nothing is wrong!" Kirishima stammered nervously, raising his palms to Bakugou’s chest in gentle defense.
"Stop fucking LYING," Bakugou snapped.
"No, I'm being honest! I'm fine! Everything is fine, you're fine too... I MEAN, your arm is fine, wait—,"
"Is that what this is all about?!" Bakugou barked, "you touching my arm?"
"No?! Well... I just don't want to ruin anything between us because I respect you as a person and—,"
"What has touching my arm got to fucking do with ruining a friendship? The fuck? Just SAY IT, Kirishima!" Bakugou's vein popped on his forehead, irate that the sweet redhead was still keeping something from him.
"I like you, OK?!" Kirishima suddenly cried out, "I'm sorry! I've had a crush on your since high-school and I just can't seem to get over you."
With embarrassment written all over his face, Kirishima shoved the blond back and bowed his head so that he didn’t have to see Bakugou’s face as he escaped being trapped between his crush and the wall.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going, shitty hair? You didn't even give me a chance to reply you. That's not manly,” the explosive blond shouted, causing Kirishima to pause his escape and look back apologetically.
"I-I'm sorry, I was just embarrassed..." Kiri replied vulnerably, looking at Bakugou with eyes that begged for the explosive male to be gentle with his reply, "I just... feel like I know what your answer is going to be...."
"You think you know me?" Bakugou replied in a low tone, his piercing red eyes glaring at the blushing redhead, "stop putting words in my mouth."
"Well, what do you have to say then?" Kiri asked bashfully, half turning back to Bakugou.
"As much as I hate to admit this..." Bakugou's scowl deepened and his nose scrunched as he looked away with an irritated head snap, "I don't exactly hate you."
"That's it?" Kiri asked, confused.
"What did you want me to say, moron? That I like you back?" Bakugou snapped.
"Well it would be better than saying 'I don’t hate you'," Kiri replied, turning to face Bakugou.
"What does it even matter?!"
“It matters to let the other person know that you actually like them."
"Just SHUT UP," Bakugou hollered, throwing his arm out and grabbing Kirishima by the front of his shirt then yanking him towards himself, their lips slamming together in an aggressive kiss.
Kirishima immediately wrapped his arms around Bakugou's neck and deepened the kiss, walking him backwards into the stall behind then closing the door.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to kiss you like this," Kirishima said emotionally, breaking from the kiss momentarily to say his piece.
"Shut up, man," Bakugou growled, initiating another round of heavy kissing.
The redhead backed the explosive male up against the side of the stall and pinned him there, one leg between the irate blond’s legs as their tongues rolled and slid against each other’s.
"Fuck," Bakugou growled, "watch your teeth, shitty hair, they're sharp as shit."
"Sorry, Bro," Kirishima apologized.
"Don't call me bro, Kirishima."
"What do I call you then?"
"..... Katsuki, dumbass, what else?"
Kiri's eyes popped wide open when he heard Bakugou's first name. I mean, it wasn't the first time he had said the name out loud, moaning it to himself as he lay on his bed masturbating to the thought of Bakugou. But this was real life this time. This wasn't a late night solo session.
"W-well you can call me Eijirou if you wa—,"
"I was gonna call you that anyway, dumbass," Bakugou mumbled, scrunching his nose a little as he looked away with a blush on his cheeks.
Kirishima grinned happily then lunged at Bakugou's exposed neck and kissed it.
Suddenly the blond grabbed Kirishima by the shoulders and forced him back, startling the latter as it was his turn to be pinned against the wall.
"B-ba...I mean... Katsuki... what are you doing?"
Bakugou's hungry mouth was on the redhead’s again and another round of fervent kissing commenced but this time while they kissed, Kirishima's hands gently held Bakugou's tiny waist then slid to his hips, pulling the blond against him as their heads switched from side to side to allow the tongues to play on different angles.
As their hips were pulled together the redhead felt Bakugou's very firm bulge press against his own and a soft grunt escaped Bakugou's throat as Kiri tilted his hips up against the blond’s, rubbing their clothed cocks together.
After a moment of grinding together, Bakugou pulled back from Kiri and crouched down, pressing the palm of his hand to the stunned redhead’s crotch.
"Woah, Katsuki... what are you doing?!" Kiri asked with concern as his hardened cock was being massaged through his pants.
"Shut up, dumbass Ei, I'm gonna make you feel good," Bakugou growled, unzipping Kirishima's pants and pulling them down to his ankles.
The next to go, after the pants were pulled down, were the boxers; and the redhead's firm dick flicked out and stood up, pressing against his rock hard lower abdominal muscles as he looked down at the blond crouching at his feet.
"A-Are you ok with this?" Kiri asked bashfully as he looked down.
"Would I be doing it if I wasn't?" Bakugou remarked in his usual angry tone, wrapping his sweaty hand around Kirishima's cock.
The poor redhead's knees nearly gave way at such a sensation, not used to having someone else stroking his cock as he stood there, back and hands pressed into the stall wall behind him.
"Oh... wow," he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and rolling his head back against the cold wall as Bakugou stroked him from base to tip.
He still had his head tilted back when something warm and wet encased the head of his cock and his eyes flew open at the same time that he dropped his head back down to see what Bakugou was doing.
All he saw was half of his cock in Bakugou's mouth and that sexy little scrunch of the nose going on, complete with scowl.
"Katsuki," Kirishima moaned, taking one hand from the wall to cover his mouth with it, his cock twitching in Bakugou's mouth as the blond looked up at him.
"Those eyes!" Kirishima moaned internally, "those eyes are going to make me go real quick!"
Bakugou maintained heavy eye contact as he pumped Kiri's cock in and out of his mouth, slowly getting more and more in with each stroke.
He was picking up the pace now, his head pumping back and forth along Kirishima's cock, bringing the redhead closer to climax faster than he realized.
"Bro..." Kiri groaned, "Katsuki... I'm getting pretty close!"
Bakugou kept going, committed to getting Kirishima to orgasm in his mouth.
The panting from the redhead started to get more urgent and Bakugou could feel his body heaving in anticipation of the climax.
"I'm gonna cum," Kirishima hissed out one last warning through gritted teeth before his cock twitched and released, pumping his cum into Bakugou's mouth. "Wow!" he gasped as he came, buckling a little as he rode out his release.
Bakugou held the redhead’s cock in his mouth till the end of the orgasm then pulled back, noting Kiri’s legs quiver as he let go of him and stood up.
"I'm sorry I didn't even—,"
"What are you apologizing for?" Bakugou grunted as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "you came, right? That was the point."
"Well yeah, but I wasn't expecting you to uh..."
"Swallow?"
Kirishima blushed.
"I never do anything half assed," Bakugou said in a low voice, pinning Kirishima to the wall again, "if I'm gonna be number one then I'm gonna be number one in everything."
Kirishima smiled and tilted his head to the side, leaning his mouth towards Bakugou's before kissing him as a thank you.
"You're already number one to me..." he replied bashfully.