"I've never felt so full in my life." Kaminari groaned from his sprawled out position on the hot pink carpet. Sero had just defeated them all in their pocky eating contest.

"I'm ready to go. I'll see you nerds tomorrow." Jiro said with a soft, but tired smile as she stepped out the door. "Goodnight!" Kaminari called after her, a goofy grin plastered on his face.

"Yeah, I'm ready to sleep too." Sero sighed with a yawn. "Tonight was fun, I'll see you guys tomorrow. Remember that we have the day off! Maybe we can go swim or something."

Kirishima glanced down at the blonde in his lap, he was drowsily looking at social media on his phone.

"Hey Bakugo, want to go upstairs?" Bakugo lowered his phone, their burning red eyes meeting once more. Saying nothing, he curled into a sitting position, then stood and lowered his hand. "Lets go."

They had only made it into the stairwell when Bakugo grabbed him. Pressing his shoulders roughly into the wall and capturing his lips with a biting motion. This felt different from before, their hands wandering over each other's taught muscles as their lips pressed into each other with a sense of urgency. Bakugo bit his lip, slotting their tongues together as his hands wandered lower and lower on Kirishima's body. A soft moan had barely left his lips when he felt Bakugo stiffen on top of him.

Did he not like that?

Kirishima felt embarrassment wash over his features, however it was short lived as Bakugo ground his knee against his groin, pulling another shuddery moan from the red head's lips.

Bakugo made a soft growling noise into his mouth, moving to press his lips against his collar bone and sucking, hard. His knee was moving in small circles against him, sending ripples of pleasure through his body. Kirishima couldn't help thrusting his hips, his voice echoing in the stairwell as a needy plea.

Pulling away, Bakugo placed a finger softly against Kirishima's lips. His body was almost trembling from desire.

"Please Bakugo." His voice was more breathy than he expected, needy almost.

Bakugo's eyes were on fire as he leaned in against his ear, breath hot against his skin. "My room. Now."

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Once inside Bakugo's room, the blonde was quick to strip from his tank top, letting it fall to the floor as Kirishima did the same. As soon as they were in only their boxers, the two slammed into one another again, their mouths meeting roughly, teeth and lips crashing into one another as they shuffled their way onto the bed.

A soft moan escaped Kirishima's lips once more as his back was pressed into Bakugo's mattress. He gripped onto his last cohesive thought, that the blankets on Bakugo's bed smelled so much like him, before slipping into haze of raw emotion and desire.

Bakugo trailed rough kisses over his jawline, then down his neck, soft noises escaping the other's lips. Bakugo had caged Kirishima's body in with his own, his hips pressed firmly into the other's.
Kirishima thrusted upwards, rutting into Bakugo and eliciting a lewd gasp from his lips.

"F-fuck" Bakugo ground out as Kirishima thrusted again, harder. He could feel Bakugo's length straining against him as he pressed his hands down against Kirishima's hips in an attempt to stop his motions.

Kirishima felt a grin pull on his lips. "Me." He growled, moving upwards to capture Bakugo's lips with his own once again. They calmed down a bit, kissing slower, and deeper, soft humming noises felt as thought they were being pulled slowly out of him, warm and dripping like honey. Yes. Fuck yes. Was all he could think, as Bakugo's mouth melted into his own, their tongues exploring and pressing against their combined, wet heat.

With a grunt, Bakugo sat up, shoving his hair off of his glistening forehead, his tongue hanging slightly out of his mouth and drool running down his chin. Kirishima couldn't keep his eyes from wandering over the other boy's heaving, flushed chest, each muscle defined as he caught his breath.

Kirishima reached out and ran his hands over his body, tracing the outlines gently, as he had back in Mina's room, and was delighted to see him shudder. It was almost as if Bakugo was unaccustomed to gentle touches. The thought brought him out of his sexual haze for a moment, a look of sadness flashing over his features. It was brief, but Bakugo noticed it.

"What's wrong? Was it too sudden?" Bakugo's voice was quiet, as he lowered a calloused hand to stroke the side of Kirishima's cheek. The gesture alone was so unlike Bakugo. Surprised at his tenderness, Kirishima met his eyes once more, leaning into his touch, however sweaty his palms may be.

"I'm just thinking about... nevermind."

Bakugo's brow furrowed, leaning closer to Kirishima's face, and causing familiar butterflies to erupt in his stomach.

"Spit it out, Weird Hair."

"Well." Kirishima searched for the right words. "I'm just thinking about how... I want to touch you." It wasn't a lie, Kirishima had been thinking about it all day. Yes, he was accustomed Bakugo's dominant personality, and he had expected Bakugo to want to be more in control... at least that's how he imagined it in his personal fantasies. But seeing Bakugo tremble under his hands really did something to Kirishima.

"I want to dominate you, Bakugo."

Bakugo was silent, a look of shock on his face before melting into a confident smirk.

"You think you can handle me?"

Kirishima grinned at this, sitting up so that their faces were mere inches apart.

"Sit." Was all he said, and a look of surprise filtered once more onto the blonde's perfect features. His eyebrows twitched upwards, but he moved to straddle his lap, pressing his knees into the mattress on either side of him.

Kirishima ran his hands over Bakugo's shoulders, gently tracing circles, as he had before, moving over his back in slow even strokes, his fingernails just barely grazing his skin. The determined look in Bakugo's eyes wavered for a second, and he swallowed heavily, biting his lip as his face scrunched.

Kirishima grinned, continuing his slow, methodical movements with one hand, and moving the other to his face. Using his thumb to pull the blonde's bottom lip from between his teeth, he watched as the boy's expression quivered. Kirishima moved his hands down to trace lower on Bakugo's back and felt him squirm in his lap. Bakugo moved to cover his mouth, a hot blush painting his features as a whimper escaped his throat. The sound went straight to Kirishima's dick.

"Don't cover your mouth, Bakugo." He growled, thrusting upwards suddenly and causing another lewd noise to pop from his lips. He seemed to regret it immediately, squeezing his eyes shut at the sound. Kirishima leaned forwards, pressing one hand against Bakugo's lower back, and the other to his chest, playing with his nipple and massaging him gently as he lowered his lips to the other boy's throat. He hovered above him at first, teasingly breathing hot gusts of air against his sensitive skin, then finally moving to lick and nip at him.

His hand moved down lower and lower until it rested on the hard tent in Bakugo's boxers. Kirishima's hand was barely touching him, yet it caused a quiet moan to escape from Bakugo's mouth. He could feel the vibration against his lips as he sucked on a particularly sensitive area. The material of his boxers felt wet already, and Kirishima ran his hand up and down over the orange cloth, the friction causing Bakugo to moan and buck his hips. Their bodies were already so close, Kirishima felt his cock twitch again. God he's so hot like this.

Bakugo groaned, fisting one hand into Kirishima's thick red hair and pulling his head up so that their eyes met. "Fuck me already you idiot." Surprised, Kirishima paused, "Do you have... lube?"

Bakugo smirked, standing from Kirishima's lap and dropping his boxers to the ground, his dick at last springing free from its restraints. Kirishima could only gawk as Bakugo sauntered cockily over to his bedside drawer, leaning over the drawer and giving Kirishima a really great view. Kirishima knew he must had been making a face, because Bakugo tutted softly when he turned his head to peek at him. Finally standing, Bakugo tossed a small clear bottle and red condom onto the bed.

Kirishima picked up the bottle, it was half empty. "You just keep this stuff in here?"

Bakugo scoffed, climbing back onto the mattress with color once again touching his pale features. "No idiot, my mom gave me this stuff... the hag is the only one who knows."

Kirishima nodded, ignoring the fact that most of their class did in fact know, though to Kirishima's knowledge, none of them had approached either of them about it. He popped open the bottle and poured some into his hand, rubbing it onto his fingers and turning to Bakugo with a smirk.

"Bend over." His tone was so commanding, that Bakugo's eyes widened, and almost at once, he was bending over with his ass to Kirishima.

With his lubed hand, Kirishima slowly circled a finger against the blonde's rim, giving gentle pressure here and there, and eventually slid his finger in. Bakugo gasped, and Kirishima waited for him to adjust.

"Come on, bastard." Bakugo rasped, and Kirishima experimentally slid his finger in and out a few times, his free hand moving to touch Bakugo's exposed member. Bakugo thrusted into his hand, then moved back to fuck himself on Kirishima's finger. The combination caused Bakugo to groan deep in his throat.

"More Kiri." He rasped, as Kirishima slid another finger in, curling upwards to stroke the bundle of nerves that had Bakugo exclaiming quite loudly. He had never fingered anyone other than himself, he hoped he was doing it right.

Kirishima scissored his fingers a few times, then leaned back to apply more lube to the condom he had stretched onto himself.

"I'm going to start slow, ok?" Kirishima wasn't sure if Bakugo could hear the worried tone in his voice, but he didn't seem to care, still rutting shamelessly into Kirishima's fist.

"Hurry up already, Eijiro. Fuck me like a man."

A new kind of fire was lit under the red head, and he lined himself up quickly, pressing slowly into the other boy. He could feel him stretch around him, and the tight heat brought a soft noise from his own lips. Once he was further in, Bakugo let out a loud, shaky moan, and Kirishima paused, running his hands over his boyfriend's back reassuringly.

"Come on."

That was all Kirishima needed to hear as he sunk all the way in, Bakugo's voice raising an octave as he moaned again. Slowly, Kirishima ground in and out, picking up pace as Bakugo breathlessly urged him forward.

"Come on. Come on."

This seemed to be his mantra, growled out between gasps and moans as Kirishima threw himself into him, pounding harder and harder by the second, twisting so that he would hit the spot that he knew Bakugo liked the best.

"A-almost..." Bakugo's voice cracked, and Kirishima paused, pulling out completely, regardless of his own ache and earning an angry noise from below him.

"Face me." he commanded, his hand slapping down hard on his ass. It was loud and Kirishima could see that he left a mark. Bakugo choked out a noise of shock, yet turned to face him anyways. His face and chest were splotched in bright red, and his dick was leaking precum, some of it splattered against his navel. No doubt from the roughness of his thrusts.

Kirishima pushed up Bakugo's legs so that they rested above his shoulders, sinking almost immediately back into Bakugo, relishing in the sight as Bakugo flung his head back and moaned.

"Come on. Come on, Eijiro."

His voice was pitched and needy. The urgency clear in his deep red eyes, clouded with lust. Kirishima didn't know how much more of this he could take. Twisting so that he hit his spot once more, Bakugo's legs twitched uncontrollably and his fingers raked across his shoulders.

"Come on, Ei. Come on. Ngh!"

And just like that Bakugo came, his voice catching in his throat as his back arched outwards, hot strands splattering across his chest.

Kirishima wasn't too far behind, his thrusts becoming sloppy. He came at last, pumping a few times as he rode himself out, his eyes never leaving Bakugo's as his own weight became too much and he collapsed on top of him.

The two lay panting for a while, until Kirishima slowly pulled out, slipping the condom off and relaxing into a more comfortable position. Bakugo moved to kiss him, but paused, an irritated expression crossing his face.

"Hah? What's up Bakugo?" Kirishima felt worry dig into him. Had he hurt him? Did he regret it?

Bakugo pointed over his shoulder, his face deadpanned as he growled.

"Your stupid dinosaur watched us fuck."

I decided to make a long one for you guys! I know I've been on and off because of my school work, but I really appreciate you all reading my work! Hope you enjoyed!

Let me know if you want more smut in this story! I have another drama arc planned for this before it ends, but I could have another chapter (or two) like this towards the end.  Thank you!! ❤️~TAK