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The AC was blasting, the dying light outside seeping inside the plush interior of the Porsche. It was nearly sundown, but Katsuki made no move to head home. His hand lazily lay on the steering wheel, his legs spread and his crimson eyes trained on the road. But his mind was anywhere but the endless road in front of him.
Kirishima sat next to him, fingers lightly grazing the hem of his waistband, playing with the threads that were beginning to fray there. Neither of them spoke. They didn’t need to. This comfortable silence was something they were used to after so many years of practically being attached at the hip.
The dying sunlight kissed the hood of the sleek black sports car, making the fresh paint shine. Bakugo was very proud of his car. It wasn’t too flashy, but one look at it and you could tell the person who drove it certainly had a comfortable wage.
They were headed in no direction in particular. The blonde had just filled his tank, and just wanted an excuse to drive around with quiet music filling the silence between them.
Kirishima leaned forward, his fingers lightly turning the volume dial. The song playing filled the car with a slightly suggestive tune. Bakugo made no move to turn it off, however. For the time being, it felt right.
From the corner of his vision, Katsuki felt the red heads gaze land on him. He glanced back to get his fill of his face. It was stupid really. No amount of glances could ever fill his insatiable need for Kirishima Eijirou.
Nevertheless, the glance provided him with plenty of eye candy. Kirishima’s hair had long fallen from it’s gelled spikes, settling nicely on his shoulders and framing his sharp jaw. His face was always handsome of course, but age had certainly filled him out and made him even more irresistible, if that were even possible.
He quickly returned his eyes to the road, but now he had a rapidly beating heart to worry about now.
The further they drove, the darker it got. The song had repeated a few times by now, but it never got turned off. Once the quiet had finally become all consuming, Kirishima finally broke the silence.
“I’m glad we went to the reunion.”
Bakugo had been expecting something like this. Kirishima in the days leading up to the class reunion was absolutely ecstatic to see their classmates again, to see their progress in their careers. During one of their many late night phone calls, he spoke feverishly about his friend’s rankings, and his own.
To absolutely no one’s surprise, Kirishima had risen to the number 12 spot. Being that far up on the list came with its perks. Bakugo had lost count of the many Red Riot magazines he had scattered around his apartment. The count had to be close to the double digits now.
Katsuki nodded, his gaze falling back again on the man next to him, just for the briefest of seconds. “I could have told you that. You wouldn’t stop yapping about it every time we called.”
That snide comment earned Katsuki a sheepish grin from Kirishima. “Sorry. You know how I get when it comes to our friends. I’m really proud of them, man. We’ve come so far since we were 16.”
This was true. Every person in that class had grown so much in their own ways. Katsuki definitely had. His mind flashed with the memories of his high school years. His one sided rivalry with Izuku, his first real friendship with Kirishima.
He regretted so many things about his youth, but Kirishima certainly wasn’t one of them. The moment he launched across the sky to hold the boys hand, he knew he was fucked. Since that moment, he was destined to fall for Kirishima every single day for the rest of his life.
Even after all these years later, he still managed to find something about the ditzy man to make his heart flutter. It irritated him to no end. He let go of the gas, slowly pulling off to the side of the road and killing the engine.
Kirishima didn’t ask any questions. The tension was so thick inside the vehicle that it was almost suffocating. He knew Bakugo was thinking hard about something, and he wanted to give him ample time to speak his mind.
“You remember kamino?” Katsuki finally spoke after what felt like years. Kirishima nodded, his hand trailing down to rest on his thigh. “ ‘Course. Couldn’t forget it if I tried.”
Katsuki grunted, his hand slipping down onto the center console.
He had thought that he would have plenty of time to put into words what that moment meant to him. But even now, his words were failing him. He cleared his throat, hopefully some of his nerves as well.
“I’m not one for this sappy shit, you know. But.. that was the best thing I ever did, Red. Thanks for reaching out for me. Dunno what I would have done if you hadn’t.”
The statement settled between the two of them, hanging in the air like an unanswered prayer. Kirishima didn’t let it be unanswered for long.
“Always. You never have to thank me for that. Ever.”
They both leaned forward without meaning to, and their lips met. It was not at all how he expected his confession to go, but he wasn’t complaining.
Kirishima was kissing him. The boy that had effortlessly captured his heart and held it so firmly in his strong grasp, kissing him so softly it felt like his heart may burst.
The kiss ended quickly, but the after effects were still there. They both studied each other for a moment, searching for any sign of hesitation or regret. They were relieved when they found none.
Their foreheads rested together now. The energy buzzing under both of their skins made it so obvious that they wanted more, but there was time for that later.
Despite his best efforts, Katsuki felt a tear falling from his eye. So many of years of yearning, pining and loving Kirishima from afar was somehow contained in a single tear. It was soon wiped away with a feather light touch.
“Still with me, ‘Tsuki?” Kirishima asked quietly, his free hand resting comfortably in the blonde spikes he spent years wishing he could touch.
How could he ever be anywhere else?
“Still with you, Ei. Always.”
•
Eventually after sitting in car for a number of hours, Katsuki drove the two of them home. They had a new closeness now since the teary eyed confession that still had the blonde feeling lightheaded. Kirishima rested his large hand on Katsuki’s muscular thigh, running a finger up and down the chiseled muscle, driving Katsuki further and further into quiet agony.
Eijirou probably wasn’t aware of the effect he was having on the driver of the vehicle, but he was about to real aware in a minute when he lost his cool and swerved into a ditch. His knuckles tightened impossibly harder on the steering wheel, his nails undeniably making an indent.
Once they were parked, a flurry of movement ensued. Hands flew blindly for bags, legs moved swiftly up stairs and through doors until finally, the door shut, clicking firmly in place. Then, Kirishima was on him.
At first, their teeth clashed together awkwardly, their lips trying to find that perfect position to slot together to become one. After a small second of shock, Katsuki allowed his body to relax. This was Eijirou, he could be vulnerable around him and be okay with that.
Kirishima dropped their bags to the ground with a thump, his free hands now slipping Katsuki’s shirt off. Katsuki meet the red heads striking crimson eyes, their gazes mingling and locking into a shared expression of pure want. More.
Kirishima got on his knees, cupping Katsuki’s toned stomach to his cheek, a dumb smile gracing his handsome face. Katsuki couldn’t help but blush. This dumb oaf was seriously on his knees, holding Katsuki’s body and worshipping it like scripture. “Kats,” the man breathed, lips pressed against his abs, teeth scraping their possessive marks across his pale skin.
A shiver ran up his spine at the scrapes, but the sensation was delicious. “Need you.” The words were simple, but god, did they make the man weak and needy. He ran his scarred hand up to Eijirou’s hair, threading his rough fingers through the fried but somehow still impossibly soft locs. “Then take me, Ei. Always was yours for the taking, anyway.”
Kirishima’s eyes dragged up Katsuki’s body, his gaze looked primal, ready to devour Katsuki with desperate want. Kirishima’s hands made quick work of the blonde’s belt, flinging it to the side like a hinderance. His pants and boxers were dragged down, revealing his half hard cock just twitching and begging for Kirishima’s attention.
Eijirou’s tongue lolled from his mouth, dragging its teasing touch across the head and down to the base, grazing each vein like a fire sparking on the edge of a forest. The effect was immediate.
Katsuki’s entire body felt electric. Never in his life had he felt something so powerful and intense, reworking his brain that was formally so set in its ways, determined to be dominant. Now, he was like putty in Eijirou’s hands. A moan slipped free from his lips, the sound not yet reaching its full volume. He was holding back, and Kirishima was determined to rip those beautiful sounds of pleasure straight from his throat.
Kirishima took the tip into his mouth, sucking hard and moving his tongue around in careful circles, teasing the slit with reckless abandon. Katsuki’s braced himself against the wall, his knees already shaking. “Fuck, Eiji..” he purred, his voice low and deep with need.
His hands instinctively gripped onto Kirishima’s hair harshly, tugging him down with a quiet grunt. Kirishima took him all like a man starved. His nose was buried into Katsuki’s soft bush, the musky smell of sweat and arousal making him groan.
“Fuckkk…” Katsuki drawled, his mouth fallen open into a broken moan. Kirishima took him like a champ, sucking down his cock all the way to the base easily.
It didn’t take him long to come undone. With a few more quick drags of kirishima’s lips, he came without warning, a gasp ripping itself from his throat. Kirishima, albeit a little surprised, eagerly swallowed up as much cum as he could before standing to his full height, towering over the blonde.
Katsuki stared at him, body still shaking from the most violent orgasm he had ever had. Kirishima kissed him, but this time he slipped his tongue inside, twirling them both together. Bakugo could taste himself on Kirishima’s tongue. It was strange, but not entirely unwelcome. In any normal circumstance, he would be lecturing Kirishima’s ear off about how disgusting that was, but his cock was getting hard again, and he really didn’t care right now.
Strong arms enveloped him, dragging him to the bedroom, hands blindly touching, squeezing, holding every part of him. He let out a shaky breath he didn’t realize he was holding, arching into the warm hands mapping his body.
Kirishima gently pushed him down by his hips, his lips remaining on the soft skin as his hands grabbed his thick cock. Katsuki made a quiet whimpering noise, arousal and nervousness making him a completely different person.
“Hey,” Kirishima’s voice suddenly said, stopping all his movements. He leaned over Katsuki’s legs, resting his chin on his knee. “We don’t have to go all the way if you don’t want to-“
“Shut up.. I want to just.. never done this before.” Katsuki interrupted, his face flushed and blotchy.
Kirishima smiled, some hair falling loose from his spikes and framing his forehead. “Okay. I’ll prep you, yeah? I’ll go slow.”
With a feather light touch, Kirishima spread Katsuki’s legs open, dragging a teasing finger down his stomach before wetting it in his mouth.
“You ever douche before?”
Katuski grunted, turning his face away. “…Did it earlier.” He wasn’t lying. He had flushed himself out, but it’s not like he was expecting anything to happen necessarily…
So what if he had envisioned Kirishima fucking him stupid in his Porsche after the reunion?
Kirishima looked like he wanted to make a smart remark, but he did hold his tongue. “Mkay. Good.. that’s good. Well, you’re clean. I’m clean. I’ve never done this before either.. but I know my way around. Try to relax for me..”
Then, wet fingers were prodding his entrance. He winced at the weird feeling, but quickly tried to take Kirishima’s advice. Kirishima circled his twitching hole, slowly pushing in the first finger. Katsuki closed his eyes tightly, whimpering at the intrusion. It hurt, yeah, but it also made him feel something that a dildo simply couldn’t.
Kirishima’s hand was a lot different than his own. Kirishimas fingers stilled. “Hey hey, you’re okay big guy, stay with me. Green, yellow, red?”
Katsuki took a deep shuddering breath. “Yellow… Just.. fucking keep going, Ei.”
Kirishima nodded, pressing gentle kisses to Katsuki’s thighs as he slid the finger in all the way, curling it just slightly. Katsuki was sure he had died and gone to heaven. His cock was supposed to feel even better than this? Impossible. He bit his lip, watching Kirishimas expression as he fingered him. He looked lazer focused, trying his absolute hardest not to hurt him.
If he wasn’t hopelessly horny, he might even find this cute. But now wasn’t the time for that. “Fuck. If you don’t shove your fucking cock in me, I’m-“
Three fingers pushing in all at the same time had him shutting up real quick. The girth was nothing like he had had before. Kirishima’s fingers were big, so the combination of three fingers was thicker than any dildo he had ever practiced with.
He let out a loud whimper, his vision blurring slightly on the edges. “Such a bratty sub, aren’t you, ‘Tsuki?”
A shiver ran down the blonde’s spine, that sentence shaking him to his core. Fuck. Since when could Kirishima render him speechless and eager for an earth shattering fucking like that? He tried to speak, but the fingers curling upwards cut him off mid breath.
“Even in bed, you’re so demanding. Strange, since you’re not the one in control right now.” Katsuki pouted, looking away out of embarrassment. A finger tilted his head back in Kirishima’s direction. “Eyes down here, blasty.” Oh fuck.
“Put it in. Now. Fuck.” He said. He sounded like a desperate bitch in heat, but he gave zero fucks. Kirishima smirked, pulling his fingers out in one swift motion, watching the hole twitch and pulse from the loss of the digits.
He was getting flipped over, a strong hand on his head, pushing his face gently into the mattress. His body betrayed him. He arched his back, pressing his ass against Kirishimas throbbing dick. This was so demeaning. No fucking way he was already cock drunk and it hadn’t even gone in yet.
“You send a little explosion off if it’s too much, kay? I wouldn’t dream on going easy on you.”
The tip pressed against him, resting teasingly there before it was pushed in. The stretch ripped a ragged moan from Katsuki. He had already lost all his pride and decorum, so he might as well embrace it. When Kirishima saw no sign of wanting him to stop, he pushed in some more, a low grunt leaving his throat once he was fully seated inside.
“B-bastard..” Katsuki said, biting the pillow below him to muffle any pathetic noises he knew he was going to make. Kirishima put a hand around the blondes throat, giving it a light squeeze. “Shhh…” he said quietly, grinding his hips against him.
He gave him a few more seconds to get used to it, then he started thrusting. Slow, deep movements, each snap taking the breath away from the man below him.
Katsuki felt tears coming to his eyes, gripping the bed under him as he took each and every thrust. This was really happening. He was getting fucked stupid on Kirishima’s big, dumb cock. And he was loving every second of it.
Kirishima moaned deeply into his ear, the sound of skin smacking against skin nearly making Bakugo come again. “You like that? I can tell you do. Your body tells me everything I need to know…~” Kirishima purred in his ears, taking his dick almost fully out before slamming in again.
That knocked a surprised mewl from the blondes lips, his eyes glossing over immediately. “F-faster.” Was all he managed to say.
Soon, the bed was shaking and creaking under the force of Kirishima’s hips. Kirishima was absolutely pounding the shit out of Bakugo, swallowing Katsuki’s slutty little moans with his fingers down his throat. “Yeah. You fuckin take it like a good boy.. fuck, Kats..”
Bakugo could think of nothing but dick, dick, dick. His prostate was getting beautifully kissed by the tip every thrust in. It felt so good Katsuki felt like he was going to explode, and no, it wasn’t his quirk this time. “Mmfgh.. ‘Ei..” He moaned out, blossoming tears filling his vision.
His entire body felt on fire, nerves sparking into a roaring fire that would never quite snuff out cold. Every grip of Kirishima’s fingers, every graze of his neglected cock against the bed had him seeing stars. A few more thrusts, and his bedsheets were about to be ruined.
Kirishima leaned down to press open mouth kisses to Katsuki’s shoulder, holding him firmly against his chest, still fucking him. “Fuck, ‘Tsuki. I’m gonna cum.” And he did. Fuck, he did.
The sensation of being filled by Kirishima’s load was one for the history books. With a deep, shuddering moan, he took all of it. It filled him fully, and then some. He slumped against the bed, Kirishima breathing heavily above him, whispering sweet nothings against his sweat soaked skin.
He managed to catch his bearings after a few minutes. Kirishima pulled out without a word, grabbing a washcloth. With a careful touch that was almost laughable compared to his earlier rough movements, he plucked the cum from Katsuki’s gaping hole, pressing soft kisses to his thighs at every quiet whimper.
“..Can we do that again?” Bakugo whispered. It was so quiet he almost didn’t realize he said it. Kirishima raised his eyebrow, throwing the ruined washcloth into the hamper. “So soon? You don’t want to revel in the afterglow?”
A familiar scowl made its home on his face. “You’re an idiot. Do you know how long I waited for that? You think I’ll be satisfied by just one round?”
Kirishima smiled, crawling into the spot next to him, kissing his temple. “Already insatiable. But there’s no rush.. yeah? I don’t know about you; but you’re stuck with me now.” He pulled Katsuki down into a snuggle, the blonde head resting against his chest.
Katsuki let out a few grumbles of protest against his chiseled pecs, but it soon turned into incoherent babbling. He was fucking exhausted. “…s’asshole..” he mumbled.
Kirishima ran a hand up and down Katsuki’s bad, his chin resting against the top of his head. “Yesh yeah. Go to sleep, Kats…. Love you.”
His eyes finally closed. “…Love you.” He had been alot of things, most unsavory, but right now? He was loved. It was something he wasn’t familiar with, but goddamn, he could definitely get used to it. He would keep on running back home, back to Eiji, as long as his fucked up heart kept beating.
Because this home? It belonged to him.