(Warnings: Exhibitionist)
Kirishima Eijiro x Bakugo Katsuki

It was incredibly late when Kirishima finally came back from his supplementary classes. At any other time, Bakugo Katsuki would have been fast asleep. But not tonight, as he had a problem he was sure only his stupid (secret) red haired boyfriend could fix.

He was horny.

The feeling of arousal had been persistent, even though for the majority of the day, he hadn't even seen the idiot. Flashes of red involuntarily entered his mind at the most inopportune moments. The rush of blood and jittery feelings that accompanied it, distracted him significantly from his tasks that day. Though not enough to show outwardly.

He could trace the flush of hormones back to the night before this stupid class camp trip. Kirishima had been in his room. They were supposed to be packing, but the two had instead fallen into a heated makeout session. They had just reached the point of stripping and grinding when they were interrupted by the sound of his damn parents arriving home. But fuck, the excitement of it all had kept him up all that night. He wanted... No, he needed to have him. Tonight.

There were other idiots who came in with him, and he watched silently as they all collapsed into their respective sleeping areas. He waited another ten minutes before he was sure he would explode, then silently stood from where he was, and padded lightly towards the familiar red head with the Crimson Riot sleeping bag and blanket.

Kirishima's chest was rising and falling slowly, and his features were relaxed, but Bakugo had slept with him enough times to know that he wasn't fully unconscious. In one swift movement, Bakugo let himself fall on top of Kirishima, his legs straddling his body, and his hand reaching quickly to cover his mouth.

Kirishima's eyes popped open in a panicked surprise, but he felt his body relax underneath when their red eyes met. Slowly raising his hand from the other boy's mouth, he touched a single finger to his own lips, then lowered his head to kiss him. The kiss started out sweet and sleepy, Bakugo could taste the toothpaste that must have been recently applied. But Bakugo wanted more, he'd had pent up energy all day that he couldn't do anything about.

Kirishima seemed a bit confused by his sudden surge of initiative, but openly accepted him, his fingers trailing up his shoulders before tangling into his bed ruffled hair, deepening their kiss. Bakugo let himself press down on top of the other boy, their bodies tightly packed against one another.

Bakugo was fully aware that the entire classroom of boys would be able to see them if they happened to wake up at this god forsaken hour of the night. But after their training that day, he doubted anyone would. Slowly he ground his hips into Kirishima, swallowing his soft moan with his own mouth. Their lips fit so perfectly together that Bakugo hesitated before pulling away, the only thing connecting their mouths was the thin string of saliva on their tongues.

God, he's so hot.

Pulling up slightly, Bakugo continued the difficult task of keeping his breathing quiet, though his heart was racing at nearly Mach two. He gazed down at the confused, yet undoubtedly aroused looking red head, before lowering his lips to trail kisses up his jawline. They were soft and quick, soundless yet warm. Bakugo tugged Kirishima's earlobe with his teeth, feeling strong hands move to grab hastily at his back. A weak spot. Bakugo had come to know many of Kirishima's sexual weak spots. But this one was one of his favorites. He could work the other boy into a moaning mess simply by torturing his sensitive ears.

But I can't do that, there's too many people.

Pulling back some, Bakugo muttered into his ear almost inaudibly, feeling Kirishima's hands tighten around him as he trembled at the hot breath ghosting his skin. "Think you can keep quiet?"

Kirishima nodded silently, his sharp white teeth digging into his pink bottom lip. Bakugo felt his own body light up again, and he fought the urge to violently rip the blankets off him, in fear of awakening whichever snoring idiot happened to be next to them. Slowly, he peeled off the thick blanket that was between their bodies. Bakugo was pleased to see that Kirishima hadn't zipped himself into his sleeping bag, and was only laying on top of it. Bakugo shifted his weight so that he was lined up exactly where he wanted to be, his face mere inches away from the straining bulge in Kirishima's pajama bottoms.

"Pull the blanket up." He hissed, making eye contact with Kirishima again. Kirishima's face was flushed and his eyes were wide, but he nodded, his addams apple bobbing as he swallowed heavily. Then, Bakugo was encased in a literal blanket of darkness. He could feel cool air on his feet, so he was sure that if someone was looking hard at Kirishima, they'd know he wasn't alone. Though Bakugo doubted anyone would do that, even if a teacher swept the room with their eyes, the blanket was thick enough that he felt secure.

Now back to the matter at hand.

Bakugo felt his insides churning in sexual desire, a warmth he had been dealing with all day pressuring him to deal with himself. Instead, Bakugo slowly dipped his fingers underneath the band of Kirishima's pajamas, pulling down and exposing his grey briefs. Bakugo bit his lip to keep a pleased sigh from escaping him. Pressing his face gently against the slightly damp material, he opened his mouth and sucked at him through the soft fabric. He was able to hear Kirishima make a soft noise from above him, and he pinched his leg in irritation.

Keep quiet you idiot.

That was what he wanted to say, but he remained silent. Returning to Kirishima's crotch, Bakugo licked upwards on the dampened fabric, breathing in deeply and relishing in the heavy musk of the other boy. He moved his hand to stroke the thick bulge in front of him, his other hand lazily tracing the muscles of Kirishima's abs.

Fuckkk I want him in my mouth right now.

Kirishima's leg twitched underneath him, and Bakugo gasped quietly, his own member straining against Kirishima's knee. It took everything in him to not grind down against the boy beneath him. Kirishima's breathing had picked up, his stomach moving quickly against the palm of his hand.

Bakugo grinned silently, Kirishima wanted it so badly. Moving slowly, Bakugo slipped Kirishima's briefs off just enough for his member to pop out, it lewdly smacking him in the face. Bakugo groaned softly, immediately running his tongue up the other boy's thick shaft. He was salty, and the scent was almost overpowering. Bakugo's hands moved on their own, pumping him slowly as he took Kirishima's tip into his mouth.

He circled the head with his tongue a few times, bobbing as quietly as possible before dipping down lower. Kirishima's body was trembling beneath him now, clearly he was struggling to keep quiet and still. Bakugo couldn't stop himself from thrusting his hips once, quickly against Kirishima's knee. At the same time swallowing him even more, his hands and mouth bobbing quickly over the thick, pulsing shaft.

It was a good thing he had so much in his mouth, because when Kirishima moved his knee to rub against his own aching member, a noise escaped him that was muffled immediately.

Fuck, he tastes so good tonight.

Bakugo's eyes watered as he lowered himself to his limit, his nose brushing against tiny black hairs, and his throat burning from the stretch of Kirishima's length. He pulled back as slowly as he could, rubbing him with the bottom of his tongue and catching his breath as silently as possible. Kirishima's tight abs were moving up and down quickly, Yet Bakugo couldn't hear him at all. Kirishima's knee didn't stop its movements, and Bakugo was embarrassed to find how close to coming he really was.

His hands tightened around the other boy, pressing his mouth back onto him again, he moved quickly, bobbing his head in time with his quick hands and grinding now into the trembling mess beneath him. Kirishima seemed to be unable to stop his hips, and subsequently Bakugo couldn't stop the strangled noise that escaped him when Kirishima rammed upwards into him. Forcing his hips down with one hand, Bakugo winced at the now more audible wet noises that were coming from his throat. Pressing on quickly, he sped up.

I need to finish him off before we get caught.

He heard a quiet whimper from above the blanket, and all at once his mouth was full. He swallowed twice, waiting for Kirishima to finish before swiping his now sensitive dick with the pad of his tongue. One more grind of Kirishima's knee was all it took to send him over as well, slapping a damp hand over his own mouth to keep from moaning.

Bakugo caught his breath for a moment before slipping his boyfriend's underwear and pajama bottoms back up, and crawling forwards to pop his head out of the blanket. Their chests were pressed together as Kirishima tried to slow his breathing.

"Fucking hell, Katsuki." Kirishima groaned softly, pressing his soft, warm lips to his temple. Bakugo sighed, finally coming off his high, and curled against him.

"As much as I want to stay here like this, we both know I can't."

Bakugo murmured, chastely pressing their lips together. Kirishima nodded in reply, giving him a sweet smile before lifting the blanket so he could climb out and cautiously find his way back to his own sleeping mat.

Nobody had awoken, thank God. Bakugo relaxed back into his blankets, unaware of the dangers he would have to face in just the next night.

Word Count : 1720

Boom, Another one. Sorry I haven't finished any of the requests yet! Several have been started, but none finished. I had this scene play out in my head last night and spent all morning writing it up so I wouldn't forget. Next on the chopping block is a little KamiSero request, so be sure to check that out.

Thanks for reading! ~TAK