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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Bakugou_Katsuki/Kirishima_Eijirou
  Character:
      Bakugou_Katsuki, Kirishima_Eijirou
  Additional Tags:
      handjobs, Blowjobs, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Dirty_Talk, Awkward
      Sexual_Situations
  Series:
      Part 2 of Doodles
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-05-07 Words: 4611
****** The Black Notebook ******
by Attack_Of_The_Flying_Dekus, Tsar_Tsarevich_(Rusbuster)
Summary
     Bakugou looked at Kirishima irritatedly. "Fuckin perv." 
     Kirishima flinched. "H-hey! I'm no perv. I'm just... admiring the
     view?" He said, a blush laying heavily on his cheeks as he avoided
     Bakugou's gaze.
Notes
     So you guys remember that smut we were telling you about?
     Here it is~ ;D
     This is basically the deleted scenes from chapters 4 and 5 of Doodles
     in Notebooks. The first part you'll see is the park scene, it starts
     directly after their texts and ends after Katsuki leaves to go home.
     The second one is one that we scrapped completely, and was supposed
     to be near the end of chapter 5, but we decided to cut it because we
     thought it was much too soon for them to be sexual with each other,
     especially with Katsuki's issues with everything at the start of the
     fic.
     And now, here's the little smutty bits we left out!
     Enjoy!
     (Yes, they are underage, but there is no penetrative sex. Just so you
     know.)
See the end of the work for more notes
After receiving Kirishima's last text, he smirked. "Yeah I'm fucking handome
alright," he said to himself, full of pride. Bakugou changed into some clothes
fitting for outside; some workout shorts, running shoes, a black tank top, and
a pair of shades. He had a short screamfest with his mother before finally
telling her that he'd be out with Kirishima. Nevertheless, he made his way to
the park, his watch then showing 6:00 PM.
Bakugou's watch now read 6:30 PM, and he's been jogging around the park for
some time already, still waiting for Kirishima. Sweat glazed his figure from
the workouts he'd been doing for the past thirty minutes.
Kirishima creeped up behind him, then tapped him on the back. "Hey babe!"
Kirishima smiled widely.
Bakugou yelped in surprise, and blasted the figure who tapped him, who he
figured out to be Kirishima as soon as he saw the figure's red, spiky hair.
Bakugou huffed.
Kirishima slowly deactivated his quirk, a wide grin still in place, seeming to
not notice his boyfriend's obvious panicked state. "Did I startle you?" 
"Yeah, you fucking did!" Bakugou huffed, annoyed and startled. He was breathing
heavily from his workout and the unexpected jolt of panic in his chest, a chest
that heaved back and forth from his harsh breathing. His sweat made the black
tank top stick to his chest, drawing Kirishima's attention.
Bakugou's slightly flushed face didn't help his appearance either, giving him a
slight red glow. Kirishima yanked his attention from his biceps to his glaring
gaze. "Whoops. My bad." He smiled sheepishly.
Bakugou looked at Kirishima irritatedly. "Fuckin perv." 
Kirishima flinched. "H-hey! I'm no perv. I'm just... admiring the view?"
Kirishima said, a blush laying heavily on his cheeks as he avoided Bakugou's
gaze.
Bakugou squinted his eyes at Kirishima, then smirked, his eyes gaining a
mischievous glitter that made something stir in Kirishima's stomach. "Are you,
huh?" 
Bakugou took off his tank top, his muscular torso in full display for anyone to
see, glistening in the sunlight trickling in from the trees. His smirk turned
dangerous as he stepped closer to the redhead. "How's the view now, shitty
hair?" His voice was a low, seductive rumble.
Kirishima's face explodes into a sea of red. "I-it's pretty fucking great." His
voice cracked on the syllables.
Bakugou sits down on the bench, his mischievous demeanor disappearing as
quickly as it had appeared. "So, I wanted to see you. I wanted to talk." He
patted the opposite seat, prompting Kirishima to sit.
Kirishima tried to focus on the conversation, but it was difficult, seeing as
his beloved boyfriend still hadn't put his shirt back on. His face felt like a
furnace. "W-what did you want to talk about?"
"It's about... us." Bakugou spoke repressively, as if trying to avoid the
topic.
Kirishima sobered up. "What about us?" Kirishima started feeling nervous. What
if he wants to break up? I don't know if I can handle that so soon... He
thought to himself.
Bakugou looked to Kirishima, trying to keep a straight face. "I don't know...
what to fucking do from here. How this shit will affect our lives."
Bakugou clenched his fists on his lap and gritted his teeth. "I don't know what
the fuck I'm doing." 
Kirishima flinched, then settled. He put on a small smile, relieved that his
new boyfriend wasn't going to become his new ex-boyfriend. "That's okay. I
don't really know what I'm doing either. We can figure it out together."
Kirishima takes his hand and smiles brightly at him.
Bakugou looks at the hand placed above his, and can't help but feel at ease.
"You're such a fucking cheeseball." He says, making Kirishima stick his tongue
out at him. He rolls his eyes and rubs his thumb over Kirishima's knuckles.
"But yeah. Together."
Kirishima smiled even wider, watching his boyfriend regain his confidence in
their relationship. "Yeah." Kirishima's attention soon shifted to his still
very naked torso, and found himself ogling his biceps... again.
Bakugou coughed an 'ahem'. "My eyes are up here." Bakugou looked neutral, save
for the raised eyebrow and a light blush. "I know there's a lot more shit going
on in your head than just looking." Bakugou added.
Kirishima's gaze flicks to his. He smirks. After a brief pause, Kirishima
reaches out to grab Bakugou's hips and pull him to his chest, activating his
quirk so he can't get away.
Bakugou's face instantly heats up. "Shit... I shouldn't have taken this off..."
He mumbles to himself as he makes contact with Kirishima's broad chest.
Kirishima smiles widely against Bakugou's neck. "Aww, but I do so enjoy the
view, Kat-su-ki." He purrs, sending a hot shiver down Bakugou's spine.
"Sh-shut the fuck up, you perv." Bakugou mumbled, his face brandishing a
scarlet horizon.
Kirishima chuckles lightly. "I'm not the one who took off his shirt."
"F-fuck you." Bakugou mumbles again.
"Oh, would you like to?" Kirishima squeezes Bakugou's hips lightly, his lips
moving to his ear. "I'd love to just spread myself open for you, Katsu."
Bakugou yelps as Kirishima's sharp teeth digs into his earlobe. "F-fuck off,
shitty hair."
Kirishima chuckles against his ear, withdrawing abruptly to see Bakugou's
bright red and glaring face. He smiles cheekily and pokes his jaw. "You're
cute." He says, leaning into peck his cheek. "I could almost eat you up." He
winks as he pulls back, sending another wave of heat to Bakugou's cheeks and
groin.
Bakugou huffs. "I-I'm not food, dumbass..." 
Kirishima leans back in surprise, then smiles. "Bakugou... Do you not know how
to flirt?" He asks incredulously. 
Bakugou looks at him seriously. "NO." 
Kirishima leans his head back and laughs. "Well that explains a lot!" Kirishima
leans forward and knocks their noses together. "I guess I'll have to teach
you." He gives a quick peck to his lips, then lets go of him, running in the
opposite direction. "But you'll have to catch me first!" He gives a wink and
sticks his tongue out before turning and running down the path.
Hey! Get back here, fucking perv! Bakugou breaks into a sprint and chases after
Kirishima, still forgetting to put his tank top back on.
Kirishima laughs at the name, and keeps running. "You can't catch me!" 
Bakugou gains some speed with his backblasts, and tackles Kirishima to the
ground. "Gotcha, idiot." Bakugou was on top of Kirishima, and pinned him to the
ground with his hands as he continued panting from the run.
Kirishima grins until he realizes their position. His smile fades into surprise
and redness as he blushes at their situation. "O-okay. You got me." Kirishima
gives a weak smile, his gaze tracking a bead of sweat making it's way down the
blonde's neck. He swallows.
"You're eye-raping me again, aren't you?" Bakugou says with a smirk.
Kirishima avoids his gaze. "N-not exactly." He shifts uncomfortably. "Okay,
maybe a little." Kirishima prays to any god that will listen to please not
showcase the result of his teenage hormones.
Bakugou placed a hand on one of Kirishima's pecs and stared at him seductively.
"You look nice... like this...under me." Bakugou spoke huskily, his crimson
gaze gliding down Kirishima's torso.
Kirishima tenses underneath him. "F-fuck." Kirishima's face progressively
becomes a darker red. "W-we're in public, Katsu." His voice was low and
breathy. 
Bakugou frantically turned to look around their surroundings, eyes wide, then
sighed in relief as he noticed the empty park. He gets up and grabs Kirishima's
hand to raise him back to his feet. "I'm gonna pack up and go to my dorm
tonight. Meet me there." Bakugou then abruptly puts his tank top back on and
goes to run back to his house, pecking Kirishima's cheek with a light bkush as
he passed him.
Kirishima stood with his hand still outstretched, gaping. "B-bye, I guess!"
Kirishima rubs the back of his neck, trying to get his face to cool down. That
was really close... I wonder why he wants me in his dorm...? Kirishima smirks.
Well, better not get my hopes up, this is Bakugou after all, haha. Kirishima
slowly starts making his way back to U.A, actually looking at his surroundings.
He even watched the ducklings for a few minutes, enjoying the serenity before
going back to the loud dorms.
 
===============================================================================
 
Kirishima laid down next to him, a small smile on his face as he twined their
fingers together.
Bakugou sniffled again as he looked at Kirishima's hand on his, and a warm
feeling overtook him and calmed him down. "I-I.. Fuck it, you're right. I guess
I was just fucking overreacting to this... shit."
Kirishima smiled. "It's okay. You're allowed to have insecurities, y'know." He
nuzzled his face against Katsuki's, bumping their noses together. "I can always
get rid if them for you and make you feel better. That's one of the perks of
being your boyfriend." He smiled with a joyous glitter in his eyes. "And the
other? I get to do this." Kirishima pulled him in for a long, languid kiss, his
tongue swirling with the blonde's.
Bakugou wasn't expecting the kiss, but gave in anyway, letting the pleasure
move through him. He allowed Kirishima to dominate his mouth, moaning around
the tongue curling against his own.
Kirishima took control willingly, slowly exploring his mouth. He bit his lip
and sucked on it, his own groan rumbling deep in his chest.
Bakugou growled as Kirishima explored his mouth, tangling their tongues
heatedly. He felt the redhead's dominance, and his caring touch at the same
time. It was a characteristic Kirishima only had, and Bakugou was addicted to
it.
Kirishima slowly and gently pushed him on his back and leaned over him, his
kisses quickly getting more heated and sensual.
Bakugou quickly realized what was going on, and parted from the heated kiss,
panic creeping it's way into his chest. "W-wait!" 
Kirishima pulled back, flushed and dazed. "W-what? Did I do something wrong?"
He looked suddenly sheepish. "I-I went too fast, didn't I?"
Bakugou was flushed and looked away in embarrassment. "I've never done this
shit before... so just promise me this!" 
Kirishima nodded. "Anything."
Bakugou's sincere gaze went to meet Kirishima's, red meeting red. "I-I trust
you on this... so don't fucking hurt me... got it?" Bakugou hugged Kirishima
and nuzzled his neck.
Kirishima hugged him back. "O-okay. But you know we don't have to do this if
you dont want to, right?" Kirishima pulled back slightly with a concerned look.
"Don't force yourself into anything, okay?" 
Bakugou whispered from his nuzzled face. "I want it... I want you, Eiji." 
Kirishima blushed brightly. "O-okay." His voice cracked on the second syllable.
"I-I got you." He leaned in and captured his lips again, tentatively at first,
but slowly building in confidence.
His kisses went back to being fervent and hungry, taking every thing he could
get from the blonde. He slowly moved from his mouth to his jaw, pressing
insistent kisses along his neck before stopping at a low point his hero costume
would cover and sucking a dark hickey into the skin.
Bakugou bit back a loud moan as his sharp teeth grazed his collarbone. Bakugou
could only think of the marks he was leaving... and that he'd leave some
Kirishima as well.
Kirishima chuckled at the blonde's reaction and moved to take off his shirt.
"This needs to come off. Now." Kirishima was practically growling, his gaze
predatory.
Bakugou smirked slyly at Kirishima. "Heh, been wanting to eye-rape me again, eh
fucker?" Bakugou said as he took the shirt over and off him, revealing his
nicely sculpted chest and abs to Kirishima.
Kirishima took it all in, blatantly staring before meeting his gaze with a
smirk of his own. He leaned forward, towering over Katsuki, and whispered, "But
I don't need to eye-rape you, do I? You're completely at my mercy." Kirishima
bit his ear lightly, dragging his sharp teeth along it.
Bakugou moaned from the bite. He could feel himself getting hard, his pants
tightening uncomfortably.
Kirishima ran his hands up and down his torso, reveling in the fact that he
could touch this body, a body that had frequently haunted his best dreams. He
squeezed his nipples lightly and waited for a reaction.
"Yours...off..." Bakugou tugged at Kirishima's shirts in an attempt to take it
off, to reveal the sculpted muscle underneath it. "Take it off, Eijirou."
Bakugou pleaded to Kirishima as he continued tugging at it.
Kirishima smiled dangerously and moved to straddle his hips. "Off you say?" He
sat up and made it a show. He knew he was pretty gifted in the muscle
department, and boy did he love to brag. He slowly lifted his shirt up,
dragging it teasingly up his body before finally taking it off. "Is that
better, Kat-su-ki?" He emphasized every syllable of his name, putting every bit
of sensuality he could muster into those three syllables.
Bakugou could only stare in awe at the adonis in front of him; Kirishima was
really hard muscle, whereas Bakugou was more of the lean type. Bakugou couldn't
take his eyes off the scene in front of him.
Kirishima smirked at his boyfriend. "Like what you see?" He flexed an arm,
waggling his brows at his love in a moment of silliness.
Bakugou stretched an arm to feel Kirishima's hard muscle...feeling up his abs,
then he sitting himself up and using both of his hands to feel up his pecs.
Then he brought a hand to one of Kiri's nipples and tweaked it as he brought
his mouth to the other to lick and suck on.
Kirishima arched into the touch, moaning loudly. "A-ah, Katsuki!" Kirishima
panted his name.
Bakugou continued nipping and sucking on the bud, very proud of the moans he
was able to elicit from the redhead. Once he finished with the bud, he moved to
the other and repeated the process of lightly biting, licking, and sucking.
Kirishima's mouth fell open from the constant stimulation, and he could feel
himself throb in his pants. "F-fuck..." He let out another moan as Katsuki
twisted his tongue a certain way.
Bakugou abandoned the bud for a bit to look at Kirishima's mouth-gaping and
flushed face, taking in the awfully sexy sight. "You liked that?" Bakugou asked
with a sly smirk plastered on his face, then licked the nipple again slowly,
his gaze never leaving the redhead's..
Kirishima moaned again, louder. "I-it should be a crime... For you to look so
sexy." Kirishima managed to get out before another moan escaped his lips.
Bakugou went up to Kirishima's ear and whispered huskily. "Your turn." 
Kirishima looked down at him blearily. "Yeah?" He pushed him down onto the bed
and began leaving trails of kisses from his neck to his pecs, then went even
lower, tracing his abs with his tongue. He felt the muscles quiver underneath
him. He kept going lower until he reached the waistband of his pants. He
paused, asking permission with his eyes.
Bakugou responded with a nervous yet determined smirk, signalling Kirishima to
go for it.
Kirishima smiled, then moved to undo the button and zipper with his teeth. It
took him a couple of tries with the button, but he eventually got it undone. He
unzipped them easily, though, and eagerly. He tugged on them, signalling for
him to raise his hips. He did, slowly but surely, and Kirishima pulled them off
just as slowly, sliding them down his legs before pulling them off, tossing
them to the ground. "That's better." 
An aching bulge throbbed from inside of Bakugou's boxer briefs, a wet spot
ready forming at his tip. Bakugou looked to Kirishima with needy eyes.
Kirishima took in the sight hungrily. He leaned forward, nuzzling his face in
the space between his crotch and thigh, and inhaled. He smelled musky, and
explosive. Kirishima smirked against his thigh. "You smell nice, Katsuki." His
voice was low and husky.
Bakugou turned red and broke his gaze from Kirishima out of embarrassment. "J-
just suck me off already, shitty hair." He added, stuttering.
Kirishima looked up and grinned. "Gladly." He looked back down to the clothed
dick in front of him, the wet spot tempting him. He moved forward, mouthing
over it, tasting the salty bitterness of it.
Bakugou released a hearty moan as Kirishima's mouth made contact with his dick,
pleasure taking over his senses. He looked back to Kirishima, eyeing him for
being able to do that to him.
Kirishima looked up and noticed his gaze. He winked, then uncovered him and
licked a quick stripe up the shaft.
Bakugou arched his back and he moaned loudly, his cock twitching on the
stimulation overload. He'd never felt anything like it before... and it felt so
new and so damn good to him.
Kirishima moaned quietly, having seen his love's reaction. He felt restrained
in his jeans and wanted out of them, but Katsuki's pleasure came first.
He sucked the head into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, his hand
stroking what his mouth wasn't on. "You look so good like this, Katsuki... So
good for me..." He slowly licked a languid stripe up the shaft, never breaking
eye contact with the blonde beauty.
Bakugou covered his mouth to prevent any more moans from coming out, feeling
very embarassed about them. As Kirishima sucked on his dick's head, Bakugou
could only squint back at Kirishima's red, sultry gaze as he tried to repress
the tears that formed in his eyes because of how good the feeling was. 
Kirishima paused a moment in his sucking, his hand still stroking. "Let me hear
you, Katsuki. Your noises are so pretty. Let me hear more." He leaned up and
pressed an open mouthed kiss on his neck, his tongue swirling around his pulse
point. "Let me hear you..." His hand never stuttered.
Bakugou reluctantly removed his hand, the sound of his ragged breathing quickly
filling the room. Kirishima twisted his hand over his head as he sucked another
hickey on his neck, tearing an erotic moan from the blonde's throat.
Kirishima continued to tongue at his neck, going lower with every kiss. "Come
for me, Katsuki." He whispered against his skin, pressing another open-mouthed
kiss on his sternum.
With a few strokes, Bakugou came, accompanied by a very loud moan which was cut
off by Bakugou placing a hand on his mouth to drown it out. Bakugou's hot,
white seed coated Kirishima's hand, as as his stomach, flowing into the creases
of his abs. Bakugou let out ragged breaths as he tried to regain his composure.
Kirishima took the sight in and moaned loudly, cumming in his pants, completely
untouched. He panted Katsuki's name as he climaxed, his hands clenching on the
bed sheets. "Nng... God..."
He leaned up and smashed their lips together, their tongues crashing against
each other eagerly.
"E-Eijirou..." Bakugou said in-between kisses as he moaned.
"K-Katsuki..." He pulled him into his lap, ignoring his mess and pressing him
against his chest, trying to get him closer, closer, closer.
Bakugou felt the warmth Kirishima's body gave off, and clung onto it, wanting
more of it, more of him.
Kirishima pulled away from the kiss and pressed against him insistently, his
mutual need for the warmth Katsuki provided taking over.
They clung to each other like lifelines, the cum on Katsuki's body sticking
onto Kirishima's as well. They stayed like that for some time, clutching each
other tightly.
Kirishima shifted uncomfortably. "We should probably shower. We're kind of
gross." Kirishima wrinkled his nose at the smell. "And it smells like sex in
here." 
Bakugou lowered his brows at him. "Well, we did just do that."
Kirishima pouted, a blush resting over his nose and cheeks. "Well, duh. We
still smell and feel gross. You wanna shower separately, or...?" Kirishima
turned a darker shade of red. "We could shower together..." 
Bakugou looked a little disconcerted. "Heh, I thought... you were gonna put it
in me and uh..." Bakugou looked away, uncharacteristically shy. "... Fuck me." 
Kirishima didn't think he could get any more red. He was wrong. "W-well, I
don't have the stuff we n-need for that so... I made do with what we had. Which
was kind of absolutely nothing." Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck. "I-
I mean... didn't you like it?" Kirishima suddenly looks insecure. "I can
understand if I didn't do a good job, I've never done that before...." 
Bakugou turned red and looked at the blushing mess that was his boyfriend; he
got even redder as a result. "Oh. Okay." Bakugou gave an intent look to
Kirishima. "That was my first time, and I fucking loved it, Eijirou." 
Kirishima perked up. "Really? You really liked it?" Kirishima grins. "I'm
glad!" 
Bakugou then smirked. "Yeah... but you know what?" 
"What?" 
Bakugou placed his hands on Kirishima's shoulders, and smirked even more. "You
did me...I think it's only fair I do you too." And with that, Bakugou went to
Kirishima's flaccid dick and started stroking it.
Kirishima choked on a moan. "K-Katsuki, oh god." Kirishima lays his hands on
his shoulders, clutching them tightly as Bakugou pushes him down onto the bed.
Bakugou chuckles. "You're so fucking easy." After a few strokes, Kirishima's
cock was hard and twitching. Katsuki leaned down and licked the shaft from top
to bottom, his own cock jumping back to life at the whine that came from his
love.
Kirishima had to restrain himself from thrusting into the warm cavern of
Katsuki's mouth. He did not, however, restrain the loud moans Katsuki's
ministrations caused, the sounds echoing off the walls of the bedroom.
Hearing Kirishima's moans was music to Bakugou's ears, and he continued licking
the shaft, then placing his mouth on the head and lightly sucking on it,
swirling his tongue around it.
Kirishima bit his lip to keep his moans in, but it was ineffective. Soft whines
could be heard behind the erotic squelching of the blowjob he was receiving.
Bakugou kept an eye on Kirishima, very much stimulated from the sight as well.
He moves his mouth farther down his cock, taking more in and bobbing his head.
Simultaneously, he used his free hand to jerk himself off, his strokes in sync
with his motions.
Kirishima noticed this with heavy lidded eyes, following his movements until he
was nearly at his peak. "K-Katsuki... I-I'm gonna--" He clenched as his climax
came faster than he expected, crying out loudly and gripping the sheets so
hard, they ripped.
Kirishima's climax took Bakugou by surprise as his hot seed spilled inside
Bakugou's mouth, almost making him gag. Soon after, Bakugou was able to release
himself, spraying his load on the floor. Bakugou then licked up Kirishima's
cock for any more come as he released it with a lewd pop. Bakugou stood up to
meet Kirishima's gaze and swallowed all the cum in his mouth right in front of
Kirishima, making him moan lazily.
Bakugou stuck his tongue out in disgust shortly afterwards. "Shit's fucking
bitter." 
Kirishima turned pale. "I-I am so fucking sorry, I should've given more
warning, that must've been disgusting, oh god, oh god, oh god..." Kirishima had
a small freakout and buried his face in his hands. "I'm so sorry. Oh my god." 
Bakugou forcibly removed Kiri's hands from his face and looked at him calmly.
"It's fine, calm the fuck down." 
Kirishima looked at him pitifully. "Are you sure? Cause it seemed a little
gross. I mean, it was nice to watch, but seems like it wouldn't be nice to be
on the receiving end?" Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't
know..." 
Bakugou looked to Kirishima, annoyed. "Fucking quit it with that... besides..."
Bakugou whispered huskily to Kirishima's ear. "I know you would do it for me
too."
Kirishima blushed. "Th-that's beside the point!" He spluttered in surprise.
Bakugou huffed. "Ugh, fine. Eye for an eye, that's how I think." The blonde
looked to the sticky mess on himself and Kirishima. "Shower?"
Kirishima nodded. "Together or separate?" 
Bakugou looked at Kirishima intently and pondered. "I guess... together would
be nice." Bakugou blushed.
Kirishima was tired of blushing. "Y-yeah. Okay."
Bakugou went in the shower first, turning the water to a reasonable
temperature. When it was warm, he motioned for Kirishima to come in.
Kirishima stepped in shyly. They were both completely naked in front of each
other, alone. They'd been to springs before, so they'd obviously seen each
other naked, but now they were both painfully aware of how alone they were. It
was maddening.
Kirishima had his back to the water, while Katsuki was turned towards it. He
supposed that was better, because if they were facing each other, things might
get a little more heated than they needed to.
Bakugou, however, couldn't help but stare every now and then at Kirishima to
ogle his nice figure. His broad shoulders, his hips, and that ass. They were
just so tantalizing, so tempting. He wanted to bury his fingers in his hips
while he grinded against him--
"Shit." Bakugou mumbled to himself, his face feeling hot as his cock comes to
attention for a third time.
Kirishima turned at the utterance and blushed as he saw Bakugou turn away. "W-
were you staring at me?" Kirishima notices his little 'problem'. He turns a
shade darker.
Bakugou quickly returned to looking at his end of the shower. "I-I'm fucking
fine!" His voice was a little higher than usual.
Kirishima's embarrassment quickly went away at the cute reaction. He smirked
and turned around completely. He put his arms around his waist and leaned his
head on his shoulder. "Are you sure, Kat-su-ki?" He purred the words into his
ear.
The blonde turned his face away from him, his cheeks burning. "I'm fine."
Kirishima smiles dangerously, his hand coming up to fondle his chest, tweaking
a nipple as he hums against his neck. "Hmm... I don't think you are, Katsu..."
His mouth moves to his favorite spot, right next to his ear. "I think you have
a problem." 
Bakugou panted at the stimulation and his words. "Th-then fucking fix it, shi--
f-fuck."
Kirishima grinded on him from behind, his unoccupied hand coming to squeeze at
his dick, already leaking precum. He pressed kisses into his neck as he did
this, licking a stripe up the back of his neck at one point.
Overstimulated and a moaning mess, Bakugou quickly cums, his white seed hitting
the tiled wall in front of him, quickly washed away by the water. His cock
continued to leak as it twitched.
Kirishima sighed happily as he made his love cum for a third time in an hour.
"You did so good, Katsuki..." He pressed another few kisses on his neck.
Bakugou whined and leaned back on him. "You little shit, you did that on
purpose."
Kirishima smiled against his neck, chuckling. "I don't know what you're talking
about." Kirishima didn't really need to get off again; he was tired and simply
happy to help his love get off. 
"Since that's done..." Bakugou grabbed a bar of soap and a towel, standing on
wobbly legs. "..Time to fucking clean myself up. And I'm not gonna look at you
for now." Bakugou paused for a moment. "Hey, don't you need to...?" He gestures
vaguely at his unattended 'problem'. 
Kirishima chuckles. "Nah, I'm really tired. I think if I do it again, I might
pass out." Kirishima laughs heartily and reaches for the soap.
Bakugou starts cleaning himself. "Fine, if that's what you want."
Kirishima hums in agreement and continues to wash himself, a content smile on
his face.
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