so uh, light smut warning~

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Bakugou 

Just Bakugou's luck, it started fucking pouring when they were still a good fifteen minutes away from Kirishima's house on the way back from their date. He'd been speeding most of the way back, having seen the storm cell rolling in when they got closer to the city and was trying to beat the damn thing, but of course he felt the first raindrop on the back of his hand when they were flying down the highway.

But even a dumb rainstorm couldn't ruin the mood the meteor shower and, more importantly, Kirishima's stupidly beautiful fucking face left him with after the evening on the beach with the other. Sure his clothes got soaked and his exposed skin was cold as hell by the time they did make it to Kirishima's and stumbled their way inside, practically dripping wet, but it didn't matter. Kirishima was laughing when they got inside, shaking out his crushed but virtually dry hair.

"Leave it to summer to have unpredictable weather," he said, kicking his shoes off in the doorway. "That was super fun, though. I get why you wanted a bike so badly."

"Toldja," Bakugou said, doing the same.

"C'mon, let's go find some dry clothes."

The house was quiet as they trekked through it up to Kirishima's room. His mom was out of town visiting a friend, so they had the place to themselves for a few days (and thank fuck for that, too; it was stupidly irritating to have to sneak around all the time).

In the midst of Kirishima shuffling through his closet to find something for them to wear, Bakugou preoccupied himself with his phone. He'd neglected to let his parents know where he was going other than 'out' and since it was on the brink of midnight, his mom was probably bombarding him with messages and calls.

And yup, of course she was. He'd missed all twelve text messages and five calls of hers because there was no cell service to speak of down at that beach, and it wasn't like he was paying attention to his phone while he was fucking driving.

Every text was increasingly desperate for an answer from him until she started threatening him if he didn't answer.

>Expect a month of extra chores and giving up the keys to your bike if you don't answer me, Katsuki

Because of course she was threatening him like he was still thirteen or someshit, like she didn't trust him. Sure, back then she had reason not to; he'd been a little shit and he could admit that, but that was five years ago. He hadn't done shit for over a year now and he was eighteen. The damn hag should give cut him some slack, for fuck's sake.

On that thought, he powered off his phone and tossed it onto Kirishima's bed to forget about.

"Everything okay?" Kirishima asked, having followed the device with his eyes as he came back over with an armful of clean, dry clothes.

"Yeah," Bakugou lied, running a noncommittal hand through his helmet hair.

"You sure?"

"...my mom's just bugging me. Usual shit. No big deal."

One of Kirishima's brows hiked up for a second before he said, "Wanna take a shower? That'll probably help you relax."

"'Kay, but you better fuckin' join me."

"Sure, Katsuki," Kirishima agreed easily, just the way Bakugou thought he would. It would only be their second shower together, the first having been just a week earlier, but for the same reason. And damn if showering with his boyfriend didn't help Bakugou relax the way he needed; he'd been way too fucking stressed about shit lately and when Kirishima had offered, he couldn't even seem to remember how to say no (not that he wanted to anyway). What with his mom's shitty nagging and treating him like he was so much younger than he was, he needed this, so he would take it while he could.

Stripping off their wet clothes together felt weirdly natural; Bakugou didn't give a fuck how much of him Kirishima saw, and he didn't try to hide the fact that he was definitely looking at the naked guy in front of him.

Kirishima left his phone on the counter with some quiet music playing before he started the water, and because of this giant ass house and him being basically rich or whatever, it didn't take long at all to get it to a decent temperature where steam was already starting to swirl upwards. Bakugou was easily tugged into the tub by the hand, and the relief of the hot water cascading down his back was instantaneous and a stark contrast of the cold rain and rattling thunder outside.

"Good temp?" Kirishima asked.

"Hell yeah," Bakugou said, already having leaned his head back into the stream.

As they had last time, they took turns under the water and with the soap. Before long the entire room carried the scent of Kirishima's shampoo, and that smell alone seemed to chase away all the shitty, anxious thoughts that'd been wreaking havoc in the back of Bakugou's head. He let Kirishima wash his hair, too, and the feeling of the other's fingers against his scalp almost had his knees turning to jell-o and buckling or someshit. He didn't even bother to turn around to rinse out the suds but merely tilted his head forward, eyes closed, and let the water wash over the back of his head.

And then, as if he couldn't get any more relaxed, Kirishima's hands gently took hold of his shoulders and tugged him back against his own torso, beginning to use his thumbs to knead Bakugou's skin just at the base of his neck.

"You feel okay?" Kirishima asked.

"...hmph, you keep that up and I might fuckin' fall asleep," Bakugou retorted, keeping his eyes closed.

"Glad to hear it, babe." There was an evident smile in Kirishima's voice, but it only lasted a second before his lips, somehow slightly cool and a pleasant contrast to the heat around him, pressed softly to the back of Bakugou's neck. He expected only the one kiss, but Kirishima kept going, peppering kisses to the back of his neck and shoulders, his hands stopping their massaging and sliding delicately down Bakugou's back. He then continued forward with his lips on Bakugou's right side. Unexpectedly, he nibbled at Bakugou's earlobe, his teeth even just barely grazing his skin.

"...this isn't what I thought you meant when you said 'relax,'" Bakugou murmured, half in a daze. He couldn't be bothered to open his eyes.

"Mm... sorry, d'you want me to stop?" Kirishima asked, his lips breaking contact.

"'S not what I said, Dumb Hair."

"I know, but—"

"Stop and I'll kill you."

Kirishima's husky chuckle rumbled through Bakugou's back. A second later his lips reconnected with Bakugou's shoulder, trailing gently and warmly upward towards his jaw. Bakugou's head tilted left in compliance. Damn did Kirishima's lips, damp as they were, feel good against his skin, now warm from the heat of the shower. Mist continued to swirl around them as the water ran, providing a kind of white noise in the background. Bakugou's mind felt like complete and utter mush.

That was... until Kirishima's soft kisses became considerably rougher, his hands making their way around his waist toward the lower half of his stomach. Bakugou couldn't find it in himself to stop him, though; it wasn't as relaxing, but it felt good. Good to the point where he was leaning into Kirishima's touches, his hands coming up to the backs of Kirishima's.

"Hey," Kirishima murmured, right up against the nape of his neck. "Can I leave a mark?"

Bakugou's entire fucking stomach jumped at that, his eyes peeking open to the dimly lit bathroom. He managed a swallow and stood up a bit straighter. "Yeah. Just... make sure I can hide it."

"'Course."

Lips reconnected with a spot on Bakugou's shoulder for a brief kiss before it was met with teeth. Bakugou didn't know how the fuck he did it, but Kirishima giving him hickeys felt fucking amazing. It left his fingertips tingling and his toes lightly curling, and quite often an involuntary sigh or hum would escape his throat (which, of course, was an ego booster for Kirishima, the little shit).

"I... think I have another idea on how to help you relax a bit," Kirishima said when he was done, simply resting his chin against the same shoulder. "I mean, if you're up for it."

Once again Bakugou's eyes opened, and it was only then when he realized just how damn low Kirishima's hands had gotten. They were settled right in between his hips, still with Bakugou's fingers threaded in between the other's from behind.

"What?" Bakugou asked, skeptical albeit nervous in a weirdly excited way.

By the way he could hear a swallow contract in Kirishima's throat, it was clear he was too shy to say it. Gently he tugged his right hand out from underneath Bakugou's and let it continue its descent, but it needn't go much further before Bakugou knew his internal hunch had been right.

"Is this okay? Or should I back off?"

Bakugou shifted his weight between his feet a few times. He wanted to say hell yeah it was okay, but of-fucking-course there was some weird hesitation settled in his stomach. The two of them had never gotten quite this intimate, even without Kirishima's hand still above boundaries, if just barely. He didn't want to fuck anything up, and he didn't want either of them to end up regretting it later.

Even still, that wasn't enough to get him to say no. He fucking liked Kirishima more than he had anyone else literally ever, and it wasn't like he hadn't done this himself with Kirishima plastered all over the backs of his eyelids when he was alone in his room. This could only prove to be even better, seeing as Dumb Hair was right here.

Fuck it. He was already half hard anyway. "Yes," he said, a bit breathlessly.

"Yes, it's okay, or yes, I should back off?"

"Yes, s'okay, idiot," Bakugou said through his teeth. His stomach was suddenly filled with butterflies that he sure as fuck hoped went away soon. He seriously didn't need such a shitty distraction.

They were, to his fortune, gone within almost seconds. Forgotten completely, in fact. Kirishima was relatively slow and didn't refrain from asking questions, nor did Bakugou hold back with his answers. He was acutely aware of the fact that, damn, Kirishima's hands really were considerably bigger than his which, holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck, made the experience so much better.

It was one, seemingly silly, vanilla little thing at this point, but Bakugou wasn't gonna be the damn same after this. Regardless of popular belief, he was a virgin, and being able to expose himself and even let loose like this with someone, and someone he cared about more than he could say, someone he was stupidly attracted to, changed his perspective on the thing as a whole.

In the end it didn't last all that long, as embarrassed as he was to admit it, but Kirishima was unfazed by it. When they were done, there were a few more marks peppered across his skin and the butterflies came back at full force, but once Bakugou opened his eyes to see a small, satisfied smirk on his boyfriend's face, any embarrassment was forgotten in an instant. Bakugou didn't hold a thing back when he kissed him, either.

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Contrary to other popular belief, Bakugou wasn't a selfish asshole and he returned the favor. After they'd taken a moment to catch their breath and relax again, Kirishima twisted the knobs to shut the water off and they got out.

Unsurprisingly they were both way too tired to try and cook anything after the day they had, so Kirishima ordered a midnight pizza delivery and they settled in on the basement couch with a movie to wait for it.

"I know I said this already, but I had a lotta fun today," Kirishima said happily, hands running gently through Bakugou's hair. Bakugou was situated on his stomach between Kirishima's legs, warm and comfortable in a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt. He was so comfortable, in fact, that he wasn't sure he was going to manage to stay awake long enough for the pizza to arrive.

"Good," Bakugou mumbled. "So did I."

"Yeah? I mean, I'd never seen a meteor shower before. I didn't even know there was s'posed to be one tonight."

"'S fuckin' lucky there was. I only found out about it like two days ago. 'S weird timing."

"True, but good timing."

"Mph."

"Do you like your helmet?"

"...does a bear shit in the woods?" Bakugou mumbled. "Of fucking course I like it, Dumb Hair. I fucking love it, in fact."

A laugh rumbled under Bakugou's head. "'M glad, man. Really, I'm super happy. I seriously can't stop smiling."

Bakugou moved his head enough to see Kirishima's face and, sure enough, the idiot had a big, cheesy grin on his face. Fuck, he was beautiful.

"Good, 'cause you deserve to smile, even if you do look like a clown," Bakugou said.

"Heyy," Kirishima pouted teasingly. "Don't be mean."

"You're the one dating the asshole, remember?"

"Aw, you're not an asshole, Bakubabe. Or at least, not that kind of asshole."

"...the fuck does that mean?"

"I dunno. Guess I'm tired. But you're my asshole, so 's fine."

"Weirdo."

"Shut up."

Bakugou's natural reaction was to lift his middle finger at that, and Kirishima's was to force his fingers apart and thread his own between them—not that Bakugou was arguing.

"By the way," Kirishima said, quieter now, "I think I'm gonna tell my mom really soon. About us, I mean. Okay?"

Bakugou's eyes instinctively flicked away and then right back when he realized it. "Yeah. 'S up to you, anyway."

"But you're the other half of this relationship, so I gotta make sure it's cool with you."

"It's fine, Ei."

"Okay."

And it was, even if it did bring Bakugou's thoughts back to that whole stupid situation. He couldn't tell if Kirishima was planning on telling his mom as some sort of way to get Bakugou go finally come out and tell his own parents or if he simply wanted her to know, but as soon as the thought was formed he knew he was just being paranoid. Kirishima was anything but manipulative; he wouldn't do something like that, regardless of how much he thought Bakugou should tell them. He probably just wanted her to know, and because Bakugou had a soft spot for Kirishima's mom (not that he'd ever admit that), it was fine.

"Do you wanna be there when I do it?" Kirishima asked.

"Mm... don't care. 'S up to you."

"'Kay."

It was just a second later when the doorbell rang and Kirishima practically jumped up to answer it, momentarily leaving Bakugou alone in the basement. Momentarily, yes, but long enough for the shitty swarm of anxious thoughts about telling his parents to come back and sting him like fucking scorpions. He wasn't about to ruin the damn night, though, so he did what he was getting used to—and good at—doing. He shoved the anxiety to the back of his mind and let himself get lost in the mind-numbingness of the movie, hoping to hell he'd fall asleep soon to escape it.

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sorry for the late update; things were really crazy yesterday.

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