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Kirishima tied his tie around his neck and smiled contentedly at his reflection. He couldn't believe it had been eight years since he had decided to confess his feelings to Bakugou. He hadn't expected him to ever say it. For a long time, he thought it was just childish admiration, but as the feelings grew stronger and his heart yearned for Bakugou more; he realized that he had fallen in love. However, he didn't want to lose their friendship. He kept it a secret, looking at Bakugou from afar as if he were a holy picture to show him the eden, imagining what it would be like if they lived together as adults and adopted three cats. And that's what he once told Bakugou. He was lying in the hospital, machines beeping unpleasantly around him. His arm was broken and he couldn't move much. He was a little confused and a little overdosed on medication. Still, he could feel his friends coming to see him. Bakugou was there more often than anyone else, and whenever they were alone, he would grab his good arm and play with his fingers. At that moment Kirishima laughed and said, "This is how I see you in my dreams, Bakugou." Bakugou was puzzled, and of course immediately demanded an explanation, which the laughing Kirishima, high on medicine, immediately gave him. Thanks to the medication, Kirishima's heart didn't ache when Bakugou left, but his heart raced all the more when he returned, his eyes as red as his cheeks, and Kirishima realized he had been crying. Before he could ask him about what had happened, maybe even apologize and beg to not ruin their friendship; Bakugou gently put his arm around his shoulders and whispered in his ear, "Say it again when you're not high on drugs." Kirishima promised him he would. He kept his promise. And so their friendship became a relationship. Kirishima had never been grateful to villains, but he sent a flower and a packet of meat crackers to him in the prison via Fat Gum after the one who had beaten him so badly he had to go to hospital. He didn't know if the hero or the villain was more confused about it.
A lot had happened in those eight years. They'd grown up. They've matured. Graduated from high school. They moved to Tokyo. They started living together. Started an agency together that made it to the top 5 hero agencies in Japan. They inspired future heroes and hero duos suddenly became normal. They were all inspired by how they worked together and were able to rehearse their attacks so that they always had each other's back. Bakugou had become the number one hero, and even though he had been beaten by Deku for the past two years, he hadn't given up. Kirishima, as hero number six, was slowly nipping at his heels, and he liked to remind him that one day he would surpass him as well. Bakugou always bit his cheek for that. Although Kirishima was stripped of the title of Most Handsome Single Hero Under Thirty after his confession, he soon became the number two in the Most Beautiful Hero of 20XX category. He was second only to Shouji, who still couldn't believe that anyone thought he was beautiful . He even stopped wearing his mask so much to cover his scary face because of it. But most people found him all the more beautiful.
Bakugou and Kirishima eventually owned three buildings in Tokyo, together employing over 200 people. Heroes, sidekicks, assistants, managers, accountants and more. It was a good thing Bakugou had counted on how much work it would take, because Kirishima sometimes wondered if he had the willpower to do it alone. Bakugou not only gave him courage, but also confidence and love, which he proved every time the door to their - now new - apartment slammed behind them. From a small one-room place, to a larger one with a spacious balcony, to their new apartment, where they had a view of the whole of Tokyo from the tenth floor, almost searching each other in the space as they owned the entire floor. It had been four months since they had brought two cats from the shelter. They each got one. A Kirishima orange one, which he named Ear , after the one she had bitten off from street fights. Bakugou white one, who always had a pink bow tied around her neck, and Bakugou named her Hairy Killer . Every two months, they parents would come to visit them, have lunch together, and walk around Tokyo or play board games at their apartment. It was Kirishima's idea, wanting them to still have a great relationship with their parents in adulthood. Bakugou rolled his eyes at first, saying how he didn't care, but he always noticed how contentedly he snuggled up to his mother and enjoyed her every word of praise and warm touch.
"I thought you'd gone by now." Kirishima turned to Uraraka, who was standing in the doorway and had come to his office to retrieve the documents from yesterday's meeting.
"I'm going now," he said, adjusting his tie. It didn't choke him, but it feels weird, it had been a long time since he'd worn one. "How do I look?"
Uraraka gave him a pleasant smile. "Divine," she complimented him. "But go on now. Otherwise, instead of your mind-blowing anniversary blowjob, Bakugou will beat you for being late."
Kirishima's face flushed under her words, but he nodded his head nonetheless. He knew she was kind of right. Bakugou hated late arrivals. But with what Bakugou decided to do with his body today was still a bit of a mystery to him. It was tradition that they always made time for themselves on their anniversary. They logged off social media, turned off their phones. They made a simple schedule that usually involved watching movies together, playing games, walking around town, eating good food, and of course - sex. It got better every year. Kirishima listened to his friends tell him how the sexual activity in their relationships gradually declined and they stopped understanding each other or were hit by this strange monotony that was beginning to bore them. Neither of them felt this, however. Maybe that's why it worked for them and they were the only couple that had been together the longest. Behind them was only Midoriya and Uraraka, but they were only brave enough to confess their feelings for each other after they debuted as heroes and were separated by distance when Uraraka started working for DYNARIOT.
Kirishima got into his car and drove to their apartment. Bakugou told him that he had prepared something special for him. Kirishima was shaking with excitement and eagerness. He reached the apartment complex, took the elevator to the tenth floor, and smiled when he saw Bakugou waiting for him. Like him, he was dressed in a gorgeous suit, his glasses on his nose, his hair combed to one side. Above his eyebrows was a deep, stitched wound from being hit with broken glass by one of the villains yesterday. Kirishima flushed red with anger when he saw his bloodied face. Bakugou was always aroused by his anger, so the redhead wasn't surprised when he immediately dragged him into a dark alley after their win and hungrily kissed and rubbed up against him until the police arrived.
"Someone here is happy to see me," Bakugou chuckled as he walked over to him and grabbed his crotch firmly. Kirishima hissed. He was already hard and his pants were tenting up all over. "Do you like it that much?"
"You're beautiful, Katsuki," Kirishima whispered excitedly, kissing him immediately. He wanted to explore every place of his mouth with his tongue.
But Bakugou stopped him. "Hold on," he pleaded softly, kissing him on the nose. "Dinner first." With that, he grabbed Kirishima's hand and led him to the elevator again. They reached the last floor, the fifteenth, and walked through a dark corridor to the end, where there was a door leading to the roof. Bakugou unlocked it and pulled Kirishima after him. The roof was illuminated with lanterns and Christmas lights that were wrapped around the railing. A thick carpet was laid in the middle, with a table and two chairs on top of it. On the table were lit candles and prepared festive plates that Bakugou only pulled out of the cupboard for special occasions. Soft, quiet, piano music flowed from a small speaker under the table. Kirshima felt like he was in a romantic movie. He couldn't resist kissing Bakugo again. He returned the kiss, but soon pulled away, not wanting it to turn into something they were both waiting for, but still not wanting it to come so soon. "Let's eat first," Bakugou said, leading Kirishima to the table, "you need enough strength for tonight."
Kirishima shivered with excitement. "I can't wait."
They talked the whole time, ate everything. As always, Bakugou prepared the food in a way that they both liked. He probably spent half the day at the stove. As much as Kirishima loved proving his love with words, Bakugou did it with actions. When Bakugou brought them dessert and poured them some red wine, Kirishima couldn't take it anymore. He knelt down next to Bakugou and started rubbing his head against his shoulder. With one hand, he began to stroke his nipple through his tight, white shirt, which only needed a fleeting touch from Kirishima's fingers and immediately became all hard. Bakugou tilted his head, enjoying Kirishima's touches, joined by kisses on his neck. "Can't take it anymore, mutt?" Bakugou laughed and began stroking his hair. The roots were growing back and starting to show a light patch. As well as on his dark body hair. Kirishima was mad that he was only twenty-seven years old and already starting to turn gray. Bakugo, however, found it insanely attractive.
"No," Kirishima whimpered. "Please." He snuggled closer to him. "Please."
Bakugou pulled him away slightly and stood up. He held out his hand, which Kirishima accepted, and stood. He began to kiss him, taking steps back. It took them almost twenty minutes to reach the elevators and stop rubbing against each other like teenagers. When they arrived at the door of their apartment, Bakugou stopped. He leaned his back against the door and grabbed Kirishima's neck with his hands. "Are you ready for a surprise?"
Kirishima had almost completely forgotten. But now he couldn't wait. Bakugou had something special in store for him. He shivered. "Yes."
"Good." Bakugou untied Kirishima's tie and blindfolded him with it. Kirishima didn't like that. "Good?"
"Hm... I'm not going to wear this all the time, am I?"
"Don't worry," Bakugou whispered as he made a knot in the tie. "It's just for a little while, so we don't spoil the surprise."
"Okay," Kirishima sighed, letting Bakugou take his hand. When he couldn't see, he was suddenly taking everything in with his ears and nose more. Bakugou unlocked the door and locked it behind him again when they entered. He took Kirishima's hand lightly and led him only a short distance. That meant they were in their living room. He sat him down on the comfortable couch. He let go of him. From the sounds of him moving around the room, it was as if he was still preparing something. Kirishima was sure he heard a chuckle, but it was distant enough despite Bakugou standing somewhere just ahead of him.
Bakugou swung his leg over his thigh, his knee dangerously close to his crotch, which was getting too tight again. "We've been together for eight years," Bakugou began his short monologue. "Eight is a bad number." A superstition that Bakugou, due to his logical nature, didn't believe. Still, he needed that for his reasoning. "I figured if eight means death , we could have something like this together. The French call it le petite morde." Kirishima bit his lip. He loved it when Bakugou spoke French. He thought he only knew basic phrases, thanks to his parents, who worked with European designers and especially French brands. But once, when they went on a mission to Africa and one of the heroes could only speak French, Bakugou spoke to him in gaseous tones, as if he were a native Parisian. Kirishima always hung on his lips. He sounded so beautiful! "Do you know what that means?" Kirishima shook his head. Bakugou leaned in close to his ear. "A little death. The one you only experience after the best orgasm in the world." Kirishima groaned. Bakugou shoved his knee into his crotch and laughed. "Already?" Kirishima looked ashamed. How could he keep from getting aroused when he had his beloved so close, and yet she promised him the most wonderful moments? "And you still don't know what I want you to do."
"Sex?" Kirishima laughed. Bakugou dug his knee in deeper. Kirishima groaned. It was borderline arousal and painful.
"Of course, you mutt, what else?" Kirishima flinched. He was sure he heard a whimper from somewhere. Like there was a real dog in the room. Bakugou was silent for a moment, looking somewhere in front of them, and then back to Kirishima again. He bit his lobe. "You're going to make me come. Eight times in a row. After that, you'll come too. You'll have the most beautiful little death that will make your brain explode." It didn't sound like a threat at all, but a perfect evening that Kirishima was looking forward to.
But... "Eight times?" Kirishima asked quietly.
"Eight times," Bakugou confirmed.
Kirishima grunted. It usually only took one orgasm for Bakugou to be satisfied. There were only a few times that he managed to climax without cumming, and he was always like a dead man for a while afterwards. Kirishima could climax several times in a row, his limit was four, which most of the boys didn't understand and neither did Kirishima himself. But his doctor told him that everything was fine with him, so he simply took it as one of the benefits of being able to enjoy sex for long hours and not worry about climaxing too soon. It was probably a satisfaction for the fact that he could just touch Bakugou occasionally or take off his clothes a few times and he'd already climaxed. "Won't that hurt?" He asked worriedly. "Eight is... quite a lot."
"I told you he was caring." What? It sounded like Bakugou was talking to someone in the room. "You're great, Eijirou," he whispered, kissing him on the cheek. "I knew who to choose as my lifelong partner." Kirishima's heart really did almost explode with happiness alone.
Bakugou pulled away from him, standing right in front of him. "Close your eyes," Bakugou said. "Open them when I tell you to." Kirishima obeyed him. Bakugou loosened his tie. "You can open your eyes. Slowly. Like you're waking up from a long dream," he told him. Kirishima opened his eyes slowly and -
"Oh my god, shit...!" He covered his mouth and began blinking in confusion. What he saw before him - no. This had to be some kind of perverted fantasy of his! He would have to pinch himself to wake up from this dream, because he had no idea if he would even want to get up again. Not if he could experience what was being offered before him.
"Surprised?" Bakugou laughed, throwing one leg over his thigh. Kirishima shook his head instead of answering. He saw six - no, wait - seven different Bakugous in front of him. Were these the real Bakugou? A hologram? A copy? Clones? He had no idea. Two thick, warm blankets lay on the ground. Most of them were sitting or somehow lying on them. One sat in an armchair, another straddled a chair he'd dragged in from the kitchenette, resting his chin on the back. The last, largest chair was empty, waiting for Bakugou to sit in it.
Kirishima swallowed dryly. What the hell was going on!? "Katsuki..."
"I see your point, I would be surprised too," Bakugou said, starting to tie his tie around his hand. His eyes locked onto one of the blondes, who had cute pink cheeks and looked like he couldn't take it anymore. He was also the only one naked. Already hard. He didn't look ashamed of it. Kirishima was looking at him as well. He looked - oh, he looked amazing . Just like his Bakugou. Only... Kirishima blinked as he noticed the white, pointed ears that stuck out on his head. "I thought it would be something special for our anniversary. I've already thought of something, but I wanted to serve the main course before dessert." He gestured ahead to the seven men who were eyeing Kirishima hungrily. As did Bakugou. Kirishima moistened his mouth with his tongue and bit his lower lip.
"Really, my younger self?" The one who looked the oldest of them all laughed.
Bakugou rolled his eyes. "I'm trying to be romantic."
"By comparing us to food?" One of them grinned, he had something at his waist - was that a gun? A real, actual weapon? That's why Kirishima smelled that strange odor as he cocked his head to the side. That was the smell of gunpowder. "Next time, let's at least be oysters."
"Bleh," another one stuck out his tongue and made a disgusted face. "Never." If his eyes were constantly on the cat-eared Bakugou, this one looked like - half wolf?
"You don't know what's good," the one with the gun scowled at him. The wolf-one growled at him.
"Don't argue," the eldest one, still smiling, demanded of them.
"Everyone shut up," Bakugou growled at them as he walked around the room.
"You shouldn't talk like that," said another one in a white outfit with a red pluviate with gold embroidery around his shoulders.
"I won't take advice from a priest who doesn't even follow the rules of his faith," Bakugou said as he sat down in the largest chair just at the end of the living room. He and Kirishima weren't that far apart, but it still felt like maybe the whole sea was parted. A sea that instead of water, had all sorts of Bakugous ready to drown him. "What is it, Eijirou? You look like you're about to faint," Bakugou grinned slyly.
"I-I think someone hit me over the head because... because there's no way that's happening." He couldn't stop his grin.
"You don't seem to mind." Bakugou focused his attention on the one who looked like a cat. He began to snuggle up to Bakugou. He stroked his head and started playing with his ears. The Catsuki began to moan and make cute noises. His penis cocklet was hard, but it was barely visible under the platinum fur. "You always wanted to have a threesome, you watching me with someone else. I know watching me just flirt with others isn't enough for you. I wanted to give you more, but I didn't know how." He moved his hand under his chin and began to grope him. Catsuki flexed and his long tail began to move from side to side until he was pounding the eldest one knee with it. The oldest watched the tail with interest, and always stroked it for a moment when he hit it. "Then Sero and I busted this villain who had a pretty interesting deal. His quirk was being able to pull people out of other dimensions without disrupting the time conjunction. Pretty dangerous, don't you think?" Kirishima nod his head. "That's why we had to close his shop and keep an eye on him. But I thought I'd ask him if he could show me what I'm like in another dimension. And he pulled this guy out." Bakugou gestured to his right, where a slightly taller Bakugou with a scarred body but a gorgeous face leaned against the fireplace. He had a thick coat with fur over his shoulders. He was the only one not wearing a shirt. "Some prince or something."
"Prince Katsuki of the barbarian Bakugou clan," he said proudly, lifting his chin.
"You do know that some princess titles don't apply here, right?" The eldest asked, grabbing Catsuki's tail. He meowed unhappily.
"What did you say?" The prince growled at him, his hand moving to his belt where he kept his dagger.
Bakugou just rolled his eyes. It looked as if he had already heard their argument. "When I found out he could do more... I couldn't resist. I thought to surprise you. It seems to have worked." Catsuki began to push into him harder. He spread his legs and subtly began to press his entrance against his toes. Bakugou moved them around, but still paid almost no attention to him. He was only looking at Kirishima. "You have two hours. Can you make it, Eijirou? Fulfill my wish?"
"Yes, Katsuki, I can," he whispered.
"I'll start," said the one Kirishima kept avoiding with his eyes. And that was only because he looked - unreal . Like a model. Even his Bakugou was gorgeous, but there was something even more ethereal and divine about this one. He was completely bewitched by him. "Unlike all of you, my Kirishima is a scared cunt who's afraid that the occasional fuck will ruin our friendship, so I have no idea what it's like to be with him."
Bakugou looked at Kirishima and, seeing how red his face was, nodded his head. "Go ahead. He's all yours."
"Thanks," he said, walking over to Kirishima. He was already licking his lips on the way to him.
"H-Hi," Kirishima whispered as the blond walked up to him.
"Hey," he greeted him with a smirk and began unbuttoning his shirt, quickly ripping it off his body right after, leaving him sitting there in just his pants. He sighed. He moved to his neck and began to nibble on it. He was just as predatory as his Bakugou, his touch was rougher, but his skin was softer so it didn't hurt as much. It was obvious he wasn't used to being touched by him. He didn't know a single erogenous zone he had. But Kirishima found this search interesting. Strange. Completely new. He began kissing his chest and playing with his dark nipples. Kirishima opened his mouth, wanting to moan, but couldn't figure out what he could call him. "Katsuki," the blond said. "Just call me Katsuki," he said.
"Katsuki," Kirishima moaned, enjoying his hard touch. Katsuki immediately stripped him naked. He didn't give him any show. He simply stripped everything off of him. Someone in the room whistled. "Katsuki," he whimpered as he began to touch him on his cock.
"It's huge," Katsuki whispered in surprise as he took it in his hand. Kirishima arched all over. His sensitivity surprised him. "F-Fuck," Katsuki stammered, turning to Bakugou. "How much can we play with him?"
"Do what you want with him," Bakugou said, "but his lips are mine."
"I-I meant...," Kirishima began, but didn't finish the thought as Katsuki began to slowly satisfy him. He preferred it fast, rough. But he liked this touch, too, like butterfly wings and the softness of satin.
"Don't hurt yourself," the eldest chuckled.
Kirishima opened his eyes to look at his Bakugou, but when he saw him, he almost climaxed on the spot. His cock twitched and he had to pull Katsuki away for a moment. Katsuki was surprised at his sensitivity. "What?" Bakugou laughed. Kirishima couldn't even answer him. He was only aware of Katsuki sitting on Bakugou's lap, licking his neck while Bakugou slipped his fingers into his - Oh God, Catsuki had a cock as well as a - "You like that?" He asked towards his partner as he got four fingers deep inside him, up to his knuckles. Katsuki mewled in satisfaction, arching his back more and sticking his ass out so everyone could see not only his entrance and small cock, but also the pussy Bakugou was playing with, dripping with juices. "If that's how it is with girls, I'm kind of starting to get you. It's... interesting ," he whispered, biting Catsuki's kitty ears. Catsuki meowed and got all tight again. For the fourth time, he orgasmed.
"He's in heat," the priest-looking one said by way of explanation. He watched the show of his doubles. It was just as interesting as the one in front of him. "Do you think that if we wait for our moment, we might as well have fun with him?" He asked Bakugou.
"You're quite the horny pig for a priest," Bakugou said, but he pulled his fingers out of Catsuki. "But only fingers or tongue. I want him to be tight for Eijirou."
"Of course," he replied, pushing his chair back a little more to be closer to them. He replaced Bakugou's fingers and smiled. "Like reaching into a hot paradise."
Kirishima shivered again. "Sorry," he whispered to Katsuki in front of him, whom he hadn't noticed for a moment, and yet his erection throbbed as if he were about to climax. "I'm sorry, it's really... really a lot."
"It's okay," Katsuki grinned, letting go of his cock and standing up. "Would it help if you calmed down a little?"
"How?"
"Undress me." Kirishima certainly didn't want to contradict him. He took off his leather jacket, which had several studs and sharp spikes on it. Underneath the jacket was just a tight, black tank top. He was almost entirely tattooed. Most of his tattoos were in color. It looked great. "I'm a tattoo artist," he explained. Kirishima just nodded his head. He unbuttoned his black belted pants and pulled them all the way down. He groaned when he noticed he wasn't wearing any underwear and his cock was already swollen. It was slightly larger than his Bakugou's. But maybe that was due to the piercings he had attached to his bridle called Jacob's Ladder. "And I do piercings, too," he laughed.
"Did you... do that yourself?" Kirishima asked in surprise, and started touching the piercings on his cock.
"Yeah," Katsuki whispered excitedly, biting his lip. He started stroking Kirishima's hair with one hand. The redhead groaned in contentment. "I did it right in front of Eijirou." Kirishima looked at him dreamily. "I wanted to show off a little in front of him."
"I'm sure he appreciated it."
"I hope so," Katsuki said, nudging his shoulder. Kirishima leaned back against the couch. "It's just a shame he threw himself in the bathroom rather than tell me to turn around so he could fuck me."
"Just... maybe he didn't mean to hurt you."
"I had a plug in me and I was turning around for him to see. He must have known I was waiting for it." With that, he removed said plug from himself. He tossed it aside, not caring where it landed. "He pissed me off with that, but now I'm glad I can make up for it. I guess I'll have to thank my hero self ." Before Kirishima could say anything, Katsuki mounted him. Kirishima groaned loudly. Some of the Bakugous were already touching themselves through their pants, others had subtly started to approach someone else so that he could at least hump against them. It didn't matter what dimension the Bakugou existed in, Kirishima looked equally sexy to him in all of them. "Oh God–!" Katsuki shouted, biting his lip.
"Don't take God's name in vain," Priest said while still satisfying Catsuki.
"Isn't that, I don't know, hypocritical of you?" The Pirate, who had long since unzipped his pants and was stroking himself, asked. He wasn't ashamed of it at all. The priest just shrugged his shoulders and went on with his work.
"Oh God," Katsuki whispered again. "You're really huge. I knew it - I knew you wouldn't be average. I've seen you in your underwear, but - fuck! Like that?" Katsuki groaned sensuously, rested his hands on Kirishima's knees, and began to lift himself up. He revealed his gorgeous, tattooed body and the piercings that glistened on it. The bracelets on his arms jingled. Kirishima had no idea if Bakugou had given him advice or he wore them normally, but he didn't care at the moment. All he could sense was how tight and hot he was. "Tell Eijirou, what's it like?"
"Great," Kirishima groaned, his hands gripping his thighs. "Great!" He cried out as Katsuki began squeezing him inside him at regular intervals. "Great, Katsuki," he groaned.
"Yeah, say my name. Come on. The son of a bitch still can't do it. Bakugou this, Bakugou that. Shit." He cocked his head, thereby lifting his chest and giving his swollen veins and hard nipples for all to admire. Kirishima grabbed his hips and helped him lift himself up. He felt he wasn't used to this movement. He wasn't a virgin - he could tell by how confidently he was riding him - but he certainly wasn't used to someone so big and fat. "Eijirou, Eijirou, Eijirou," he whispered like a mantra. It didn't seem like the first time he'd said it. He was probably using the men in his world to imagine sleeping with Kirishima. The thought turned Kirishima on. Was he really that arousing to Bakugou in other dimensions? "Go ahead, fuck me like your bitch."
"Katsuki," Kirishima whimpered. Bakugou had no right to be so sexy. None of the them! "Katsuki, please cum already, otherwise... I can't do it!"
"What? Are you going to cum already?" Katsuki asked with a laugh, moving one hand to his root. It and his pubic hair were all wet. "Bakugou said you were sensitive. But like this?" Kirishima whimpered. "Well then you'll have to try to make me cum before you do."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll try. I'll try my best, Katsuki. I'm the best. I'll prove it to you," Kirishima whispered, finally starting to lift his hips.
"Yeah, that's it," Katsuki groaned. "Don't hold back, you fucking doctor." Doctor? That would explain why Bakugou was showing him his piercings. He'd probably talked him into watching to see if he was piercing himself properly. But how could his Kirishima not figure that out? Was he dumber than he was in this reality? "Come on, I want to go home all tortured and make him jealous of whoever fucked me so well. I want to say it in front of him."
"You want to make him jealous," Kirishima whispered.
"Sure," Katsuki smiled. "He may look like a saint, but I know what he wants." Bakugou bit his lip and watched in amazement as Kirishima's cock disappeared inside him. "And I know what I want too." He sped up. Just slightly. But Kirishima understood. He grabbed his back with one hand so he could flex it more, and with the other he began to take care of his cock. "Tighter, tighter," he whispered almost breathlessly as Kirishima gripped his palm tighter. "Yeah, yeah, yeah–!" Katsuki whispered, and when he climaxed, he made a strangled sound that sounded like he was choking. He immediately opened his eyes to see his juices spoiling his perfect skin. "You're perfect, Eijirou. Everywhere."
"T-thank you, Katsuki," Kirishima whispered almost breathlessly.
"One," Bakugou said, "seven to go."
"I-I know, Katsu–Ah!" He shouted as he felt something wet on his root. Katsuki looked equally surprised. Kirishima was still buried deep inside him. Katsuki turned around and smiled. Kirishima leaned to the side and looked down.
In front of them knelt Wolfsuki. His ears were folded all the way down by his head, his face was red, his eyes were closed. His mouth was open, showing off his sharp teeth and long canines that were almost equal to those described by fantasy writers about vampires. His tongue was long and wide. He licked Kirishima's root off their mixed juices, his nose buried into Kirishima's balls after a moment and began licking all over them. He sucked one into his mouth and played with it like a favorite ball for a while. "You look like a hamster," Katsuki laughed as Wolfsuki's cheeks were all puffy from not fitting anything in them properly. Wolfsuki grunted, but Katsuki took no notice. He scratched the wolf behind the ears and began to stroke his hair. He may have growled again, but Katsuki could tell he liked it. He was wagging his tail from side to side.
"Katsuki," Kirishima whimpered as Katsuki began to squirm again. Katsuki did it a few more times on purpose before he agonizingly slowly began to lift. With every exposed millimeter, Wolfsuki gasped for their juices as if it was the only thing he could feed off of. When he came all the way out, the tip of his cock hit him hard across the nose. He didn't seem to mind. He yelped and began to lap at it with his tongue. Katsuki stayed leaning back against the couch for a moment, watching him work together with Kirishima. He growled again. Maybe it wasn't a warning growl after all, but an arousing one.
Katsuki sat down on the couch and patted Kirishima's stomach. "Come here, puppy." Both Kirishima and Wolfsuki groaned. "Wash him," he said as he pointed to the white trail of drying cum. Wolfsuki opened his eyes and looked at the whole thing excitedly. Instantly, he leaned in and began licking all over him. Meanwhile, Katsuki slid to the floor and removed Wolfsuki's clothes. "You're on fire," he laughed as he kissed Wolfsuki's back, which was all scarred. He looked like he had been tortured. While Bakugou and Kirishima were having dinner, everyone was waiting for them, and all the while they were trying to figure out how to get the heavy chains off of Wolfsuki's neck, which made his neck all red. He didn't protest. He liked their care. It seemed he hadn't known many gentle touches in his life. He kissed him again and went to rest. He lay down on the floor, propped his head up with his hand, and watched the show before him. After a moment, Pirate joined him, his fingers exploring the tattoos all over his body. They fascinated him.
Kirishima couldn't look at them for long, though, as he could feel how wonderfully Wolfsuki was taking care of him. "H-hey," he whispered, scratching behind Wolfsuki's ear. He looked up at him with gorgeous red eyes, where instead of pupils he just had a long, narrow, white line. "Turn around." Wolfsuki didn't want to. He frowned. "Please," he begged.
Wolfsuki obeyed him. He turned his back to him and sat on his crotch. Kirishima looked at his back with deep wounds. He ran his fingers over them. He recognized his handwriting. Poorly stitched wounds that, while healing, marred his perfect skin. "He helped me," Wolfsuki whispered to him, "my Eijirou." Kirishima smiled and began kissing each wound. Wolfsuki howled contentedly, a sound coming from his throat that Kirishima could only compare in his head to the sound of an engine starting. "I miss him," he whispered, "I haven't seen him in a while." He began to rub his bare ass against his. "I haven't had it in a long time," he groaned, bracing himself against his knees. His long claws dug into his skin. It was already hurting when Katsuki done it, but now he could feel his skin rip under his touch and begin to bleed. He didn't address it. All he could feel was his cock driving between his butt cheeks, wetting him until it got stuck against his entrance a few times. His tail swung from side to side.
"Let me see," Kirishima said, grabbing the root of his tail so he could put it to one side. But instead, the Wolfsuki just groaned and stuck his butt out at him more.
"S-Sensitive. Too sensitive," Wolfsuki groaned, looking over his shoulder at him. His cheeks were all red. He looked shy. "A-And if you're g-g-gonna touch that fucking cat, feel free to pull him by the tail, but n-not me."
"Does it hurt?" Wolfsuki just grunted. "If you like it–"
"I don't!"
"But you like it," the pirate protested, stroking Katsuki's skeleton tattooed with roses on his thing, "don't lie to yourself."
"Awfully stubborn," said the eldest.
Wolfsuki still wanted to protest, but he couldn't. Kirishima finally entered him, still playing with the root of his tail. He stroked his soft fur, enjoying how tight and wet he was inside. "M-Must be a really long time," Kirishima whimpered. "You're awfully tight." Wolfsuki lowered his head to his chest, digging his claws even deeper, waiting for Kirishima to take him. He was much more submissive than all the versions of Bakugous thatvwere there. He simply waited. Something about his submission was charming. Kirishima grabbed his hips and began to thrust into him excitedly. More and faster than he would have been able to fuck into his Bakugou. He was taking him rougher. He didn't know why. Maybe it was the red skin, or the drooping ears, or the glassy eyes that were directly begging him to give him satisfaction. "H-how long?" He asked softly. "How long has it been since anyone's had you, puppy."
"Too long," Wolfsuki whispered in frustration, howling excitedly. "Ever since... ever since the hunter Aizawa started patrolling the forest. He doesn't - he doesn't want people to go into the forest. Kiri-Kirishima can't go into the forest alone." He howled again. "Please, more, more, more–"
"I've never asked like that," Bakugou said, frowning.
"I can't believe you're not whimpering like a bitch under his cock," the oldest said.
"Tch. I'm not you," Bakugou said offended, his cheeks turning pink.
The eldest grabbed his chin and forced him to look at him. "But you are. I know you too well." He smiled at him. Bakugou could only lower his gaze. After a moment, he looked at Kirishima and Wolfsuki again. He liked it. He could see how much he was enjoying it. How he burned with a direct desire to fulfill his wish, to get the reward he had promised. He never knew how much he would like the idea of him sleeping with someone else. They weren't him, but they mutually were. It was confusing, but still - exciting .
"Oh, Katsuki," Kirishima groaned, tilting his head. He dug his fingers into his hips.
"Hand, hand, hand," Wolfsuki whispered, pulling one of his palms off his hip. He quickly moved it to his cock. He could already feel himself about to climax at any moment. He couldn't touch himself when he had his claws for so long. Maybe that was why he was waiting for Kirishima to come. He must have been unsatisfied for a long time. If only everyone knew how hard it was for him and how many times he had hurt himself trying to rub against the ground, stone or wood. But nothing was working. Just Kirishima's magical, wizard hands. Whenever he saw him, in his red robe and cap and the basket full of goodies he brought to his grandmother's cottage, he always had to jump on him. Everyone thought the howl was a warning of how the wolf was feasting on his prey, not knowing that the wolf was embracing Kirishima's long tongue that was dipping into his ass. He had domesticated Wolfsuki as his own bitch to breed.
"Kirishima!" Wolfsuki shouted, his ears now all flat, his tail straightened and he slammed it into Kirishima's face, climaxing. Right in front of him, at his other dimensional self. All the red eyes in the room looked at the splatter on the floor. Catsuki couldn't resist. He immediately jumped off Bakugou's lap and crawled on all fours to the puddles so he could lick them up. His rough tongue made it possible to hear him scrubbing against every fiber in the carpet. Most of them could see Catsuki's body, especially his privates, which begged to be tasted. "Kirishima...," Wolfsuki howled, laying down on Kirishima's chest. Kirishima couldn't resist and wrapped his arms around his waist. He was hot as if he had a fever. However, Wolfsuki didn't seem to be in any pain. He excitedly turned his head to the side and began kissing Kirishima's face.
"Two," Bakugou said, standing up. "Six more and it'll all be over."
"Six more...," Kirishima whispered. He didn't know if he could do it. His cock was already moaning, his mind was going blank. His legs and hips were beginning to ache.
"Come here," Katsuki said as he helped Wolfsuki to his feet. He was shaking all over. He sat down with him a little further away, letting Wolfsuki curl up on his lap. He scratched his hair.
"Get up," Bakugou said to Kirishima. The redhead obeyed him. His knees wobbled, but he managed. "Get on your knees." The pirate moved aside and patted the spot next to him. Kirishima swallowed dryly, but did everything Bakugou asked. They all smiled at him. "Good boy." Kirishima shivered.
"Compliments?" The pirate raised an eyebrow. "I'm surprised."
"Yours into what?" Bakugou asked.
"The little bastard loves it when I call him a bitch and that he's never good enough ."
"Don't do that," Bakugou said seriously and smiled at his partner, "a smart-ass mutt like that doesn't deserve it."
"Katsuki...," Kirishima groaned.
"Can we continue? I'm getting quite hungry," the eldest said, smiling.
"You'll get him. Wait." Bakugou looked at the pirate. "You can."
"Finally," the pirate laughed. "Call me Captain, will you?" The Captain said, sitting down next to Kirishima.
"Captain," he repeated after him.
"Hm, good," said the Captain, and began to jerk him off him with his hand. He began to shiver and squirm all over. It was too much. He wanted to climax so badly already! He bit his lip and moaned. The first tears sprang from his eyes. "Wow, you're sensitive," the Captain whispered in surprise. He looked like he was completely fascinated by them. "I'll have to teach mine that." With that, he leaned down to his cock and swallowed it whole. He began to suck him expertly, playing with his balls until Kirishima was shaking, hoping to escape.
"Bend over," Bakugou said suddenly. Kirishima braced his hands on the ground and leaned back. It was only now that he noticed he was right where the priest had been sitting, with Catsuki once again lounging on his lap. He meowed. He was the only one of the Bakugous who didn't moan. He probably couldn't even do that. He wasn't an animal, but he probably wasn't human either. His body was human, as was his face, but his eyes were very sharp and his pupils even narrower than the Wolsuki's who were purring on Katsuki's lap. There were bushy ears in his hair, as well as a long tail above his butt. From his elbows down to his thighs, his fur was golden-white. Instead of hands and feet, he had large paws with pink bellies. Kirishima leaned in even more. Right above his head were Catsuki's privates. A cocklet that was no bigger than his pinky finger and was hidden behind a golden skin, a shaved pussy with pink lips that were all puffy and wet, and a beautiful, round rim. His juices flowed in a stream and landed on Kirishima's face where they mixed with his saliva and tears. "You've never had a girlfriend. Now you can try it. Lick it."
Kirishima obeyed him. He grabbed Catsuki's hips and pulled him lower to him so his lips could touch his lips. Immediately, Catsuki started meowing loudly. He dug his claws into the priest's pluvial. He began to kiss Catsuki. He didn't mind the rough tongue scratching his. He also needed to feel something already. His cock was all swollen in his cotton underpants. The Captain was working on Kirishima's cock, swallowing contentedly until he felt Kirishima start to thrust into him. He was so aroused that he didn't even realize he was moving. His movements and the wet, long pubic hair that was being pounded against his nose and forehead were clouding his mind. He began to rub himself against the blanket beneath him.
Kirishima was aware of it, but could think of nothing but the wetness and taste that flooded his mouth. Kirishima licked his labia and clit as if it were the most delicious delicacy in the whole world. He didn't resist, and soon his tongue was plunging right into his entrance. After a moment, he felt Catsuki flood his entire mouth with hot juice and clamp down on his tongue. Just for a moment. Before he started rubbing against him again. Kirishima realized he hadn't had enough yet. What did the others say? That he was in heat? He understood now. He needed sex. He couldn't think of anything else right now. Did he wants to be breed too, like Bakugou had told him during sex the other day?
The thought turned Kirishima on. He groaned, his arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him even closer. He opened his mouth more so his lips were directly touching his clit, but his tongue was still deep enough to stimulate him inside. He didn't even have to try. Catsuki rubbed against him like his own toy. He withdrew a second time. And a third time. Two orgasms in quick succession. Weaker, but still exciting enough.
Kirishima couldn't prevent it. He began to thrust his hips into the Captain's mouth, and heard him begin to choke. He moved one hand to his head and grabbed his hair hard. He was thrusting, thrusting, thrusting - he could already see the light at the end of the tunnel, the wonderful satisfaction - when someone slapped him hard on the ass. Kirishima squealed, the Captain pulled away from him and whipped him again. "That's how cheeky mine is, too. Fucking helper. He thinks if he can blow up a couple of ships, he can do whatever he wants with his ship's captain." The captain spat. Right at him. Kirishima groaned. Bakugou chuckled. "So no sweet rewards, helper . You'll do your captain like you always do." With that, the Captain sat on him and began to rut, riding him like Katsuki. Just as hard, just as fast. They were more alike than with his Bakugou.
Kirishima could only groan. He prayed he wouldn't climax, but he didn't focus on it. His mouth, his chin, his nose were all wet with Catsuki's juices. His cock was in a tight and hot grip from the Captain, who was leaning against his chest and playing with his nipples. Kirishima was moaning, screaming, but it was all drowned out by the moans of the others and the sounds of bodies slamming into each other.
Catsuki climaxed three more times before Kirishima's body was again sprinkled by someone else. The Captain stood over his body in satisfaction, making sure all the drops fell on him. Immediately afterwards, he grabbed Catsuki's armpits and lifted him up to pull away from Kirishima. Kirishima gasped. He was wet, teary, dirty . Before he could realize what had happened, the priest grabbed his chin, tilted his head even more, and began licking his face. Bakugou watched him, careful not to touch his lips with his tongue or try to kiss him. The pirate, meanwhile, sat down on the ground and took Catsuki in his arms and began to kiss him, his fingers stroking over his labia. He needed to quiet his moans for a moment.
"You taste delicious," the priest whispered, "better than all the wine in the world." He wiped his mouth. "Do you need any more help?" He asked.
"H-Help?" The priest pulled a ring from his pocket. Kirshima knew full well what it was. "Y-Yeah." The priest made Kirishima kneel down again. He turned him around, chest to chest, and put the black ring on the root of his cock. It was uncomfortable. It was pressing. "T-thank you, Katsuki."
"Call me Daddy ."
"Father?" Daddy smiled sweetly at him.
"Ugh," Bakugou spat.
"Shut up," Daddy growled at him, but then immediately turned his attention back to Kirishima. "I can't indulge in pleasure in our world," he said, kissing Kirishima on the forehead. "But only in the human one."
"I-I'm not human?" Kirishima asked curiously.
"A demon. The most beautiful one of all. My minion. Lucifer himself," Daddy whispered excitedly. "But I know I'm not enough for him. I'm only human." He grabbed Kirishima's shoulders. "But he taught me something." With that, he turned him toward the others. "To watch."
Another one lay before Kirishima. The oldest of them. He had a scar on his face, his hair was long, braided into a ponytail. One arm was mechanical, and he wore what looked like Bakugou's hero costume. Only he looked more - whore-like. Kirishima liked it. By sheer excitement, he momentarily forgot how to breathe. "Call me Zero," he chuckled. It was strange. There was something very dangerous about him. Like he was about to blow himself up and kill everyone in the room with it. He had a crazy look on his face.
"Zero," Kirishima whispered excitedly.
Daddy grabbed Kirishima's hands and put them behind his back. Not to tie him up, but so he could touch his cock, which he had finally pulled out of his underpants. "Can you feel it throbbing? Just for you," he whispered excitedly. Kirishima bit his lip. It was different, longer than he was used to. It touched his exposed back, wetting him.
Zero lifted his hips and put a pillow under them. His entrance was also ready. No one wanted to waste time getting prepared. They wanted to feel Kirishima inside them right away. If he was more sane, he would be flattered. But now he wanted to feel the warmth again. "Please," Kirishima whispered, "Daddy, Zero, please ."
"What a beautiful soul," Daddy whispered, licking his ear. He took his cock in his hands and guided it into Zero's entrance.
"Yes," Kirishima whispered, tilting his head, which he rested on Daddy's shoulder. He began to thursting. But in doing so, he was also moving his hands, satisfying the blond behind him.
Daddy snorted against his neck and whispered something in his ear in Latin that he didn't understand. Zero was moaning underneath him, but he kept laughing into it. He was a little crazy, but that didn't bother Kirishima at all. On the contrary, he liked how he wasn't shy, spreading his legs, and exposing himself even more to him. He put one foot on his shoulder and began to thrust his toes into Daddy as well, who licked his fingers hungrily. "Priests are always the biggest perverts," Zero chuckled. Daddy just grunted something. He wasn't going to stop.
"W-Who are you?" Kirishima asked with narrowed eyes as he looked at Zero.
"What do you mean?" Zero asked. He was taller, his body covered in wounds and scars. His muscles were large, but similar to the structure Bakugou had. So he was probably exercising. A lot. He was flexible. Fast.
"H-Hero from another world?"
"Something like that," Zero laughed, propping himself up on his elbows. Kirishima didn't understand how he could bend like that. "I'm a hero only to my people."
"He's a villain," Bakugou explained.
Kirishima thrusted even faster. "Oh?" Zero laughed. "Does that excite you?"
"I-I'm a v-villain too?"
"Blood Riot. My beloved killer."
"Killer..." Kirishima whispered excitedly and began to speed up.
"Just as big, wide, and pretty sick too," Zero laughed, laying back down. "Just fuck me, Riot. The way you do it best." Kirishima obeyed him. He closed his eyes and gave himself over to the wonderful sensation he was feeling. Their warm bodies, their hands, their feet. Their voices and moans. Kirishima let go of his Daddy's cock with one hand and focused on Zero's. Zero giggled. It tickled him a little. Kirishima tightened his grip. Not only with strength, but also with quirk. Zero groaned. "That's it, Riot! I knew you had it in you too." Kirishima felt proud.
Meanwhile, Bakugou turned to the last of the two who was still standing by the fireplace. He was silent. He looked at everyone around him. After what he heard, he knew that he was used to sex and nudity thanks to the barbarian traditions. It didn't surprise him. But he still looked - terrified . "Hey," Bakugou said, and the prince turned to him. "Good?"
"Yeah," the prince grunted, swallowing dryly. "Just... new."
"Come here," Bakugou said, patting his thighs. The prince puffed out his chest proudly, but obeyed anyway. "See how big Eijirou is? I have to get you ready." The prince took off his pants, but kept his cloak. He was proud of it. It was a sign of their royal blood. He probably won't take it off, even for sex. "Let me see," he said as he wet his fingers and forced the prince to sit on it. "I can feel it," he said as his fingers began circling his entrance. "I've been this tight as a virgin, too."
"Shut up," the prince growled at him, but his condescension was instantly lost under Bakugou's digging fingers. Bakugou grinned slyly. There was something he liked about taming his own self.
He couldn't see through the fur on his cloak that Daddy and Zero had climaxed at the same moment. One sprayed himself, the other sprayed Kirishima'# back. Since Bakugou was still busy with the prince, he waved his hand at the animals, who immediately crawled over to them. Catsuki was still lusty, so he knelt over Zero and began to lick Kirishima's cock with his tongue. It hurt. His tongue was rough. But it helped a little not to feel the ache he felt at his root squeezed by cock-ring. Zero, meanwhile, locked Catsuki's pussy and began fingering his rim until the Captain laughed that he looked like a hungry animal. Zero raised his middle finger at him. The Wolfsuki licked Kirishima's back and slowly moved his tail from side to side, lazily, a little tiredly. Daddy stroked his thigh, Katsuki stroked his hair. Kirishima moaned, enjoying the touches he felt. Still, he could only manage one question: "M-may I, Katsuki?" He turned his head to his Bakugou, who still had his arms around the prince's shoulders. "I-I've already... eight times... maybe more!" He pointed at Catsuki, who was licking every drop of him.
"That horny bitch doesn't count. You did him once. That you chose to do him more than once is none of my business." Kirishima's cock throbbed pitifully. Tears spilled down Kirishima's cheeks. He was about to cum too! He already wanted to know what the surprise Bakugou had promised him was! "Before that, take care of this one." With that, Bakugou stood up and placed the Prince on the ground. He was lying on his cloak, naked, with his legs spread. "It won't take long. He's a virgin."
"Virgin?" Kirishima asked, exhausted and a little frightened. "But... but that..."
"I want it," the Prince whispered, looking at him with glassy eyes full of excitement. "I want it. I want to be the best for Eijirou. After the war on our world, I'll give myself to him. And I want him to remember that night. Teach me how to make love."
"You're cute," Zero said, stroking the Prince's cheek. He immediately closed his eyes in excitement.
"Come on, Eijirou," Bakugou said, "one more and you'll have me."
Kirishima had been waiting for that. He pulled away from all the Bakugous and moved over to the prince. The blonde prince looked at him shyly, his face flushed. "R-Raise your legs," he whispered. The prince obeyed him and spread his legs. Kirishima took his cock in his hands and guided it to his entrance. "Oh, no, I can't..." he whispered and was about to pull away when the Captain moved behind him and pushed into him. "N-No, it's– I-can't, it's too tight, too tight– Ah!" He shouted. He shuddered all over. He bit his lip. His fingers dug into the blanket he tore by his hardened fingers.
"What's that, Kirishima?" The Captain laughed. "You didn't just cum dry, did you?"
The prince beneath him shuddered as he realized that was exactly what had happened. He had done it–he had managed to turn Kirishima on! "Dragon," the Prince whispered. Kirishima opened his eyes in surprise. Dragon? "You see, you can't hurt me." He reached out and began to stroke his cheek. He smiled sweetly at him, his eyes flooded with tears. "Make me your king." Kirishima began to thrust into him. Despite the pain he felt all over his body. He had to have him. He had to feel it again. Feel how much tighter the Prince could still be.
"That was almost romantic," Zero said before returning to his work on Catsuki's pussy.
"God bless them," Daddy said as he began stroking Wolfsuki's hair like Katsuki.
"I… I can't," Prince whimpered. "That'll be quick," he whispered, looking down at his cock. "Why is it so fast?"
"You're a virgin, what did you expect?" The Captain asked, helping Kirishima through his movements. He grabbed his hips and thrusted with him. While doing so, he kissed him on the neck.
He was right. It was quick. In a moment, the Prince sprayed his entire body with white juice and tightened inside in such a way that Kirishima thought he was going to cut his cock off with his insides. They were joined together for a few more moments before the Prince relaxed a little and the Captain helped them apart. "I want to... May I?" Wolfsuki asked as he pointed to Prince's cum on his body. Prince blinked sleepily and nodded his head.
"Eijirou–" Kirishima jerked his head back. Finally. His reward was waiting. Bakugou was sitting on the couch, naked, his buttocks in a position that beckoned to dive in. "–come on, you horny mutt."
"Oh, Katsuki, Katsuki, Katsuki," Kirishima whispered as he slowly crawled towards his partner. He buried his nose in his balls and began flicking his tongue over his entrance. "Was I good?" He asked as he pulled away from him, spitting on his cock and coating himself with saliva a few times.
"We'll see about that," Bakugou grinned.
Kirishima pushes his whole cock into him. "Oh, Katsuki!" He shouted. "This... t-this is my - oh, yes - reward, isn't it? That I can be with you! Please tell me that's the reward."
"No," Bakugou laughed. "Fuck me, Eijirou. Like a good boy. And then I'll tell you."
Kirishima whimpered and moaned. He swore. His body was on fire. His muscles ached. His hips and neck were purple from all the touching and kissing. Slowly, everyone joined in. Someone stroked Kirishima's hair, another used his hand to pleasure himself. There was that tongue again, licking both his cock and Bakugou's entrance. Then someone whispered something in his ear. Compliments? Curses? He wasn't sure. There were so many emotions. He was starting to see black. Like he was fainting.
Bakugou was at the very edge of his strength. How long had he been thrusting into him that Bakugou was looking like this? Hadn't he really fainted? He felt as if he had momentarily forgotten what was actually happening. "Katsuki," he whimpered.
"Yeah, that's right, Eijirou. Come on. I'm coming!" He shouted, and Kirishima sped up even more. He was barely breathing. His lungs weren't up to the task, his heart nearly stopping under the exertion. "Already—Already!" He shouted, and Bakugou climaxed on his body without a single touch. Catsuki immediately began licking him. Bakugou began to stroke his ears with one hand. "The ring, you bastards," he said. And someone - he had no idea who - had finally freed Kirishima from the cock-ring. Kirishima could feel it. The relief. Now this was it! Now he could! "Come on, Eijirou. You deserve it."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you–!" He shouted with each thrust. Everyone watched him in amazement.
"Eijirou, are you coming?" Bakugou asked.
"Y-Yeah–!"
"You still want your reward, right?"
"N-now?"
"Yes."
"W-what–?"
"Eijirou, I-I... I love you so much," Bakugou said, holding out his hand. His fingers wiped away the tears that were streaming down his face. "Please tell me you love me."
"I love you, Katsuki. I love you."
"The only one in the world?"
"The only one in every world." Zero laughed. The Captain nudged him so as not to interrupt their romantic moment.
"Are you mine?"
"I'm yours."
"You're just mine?"
"Only yours!"
"Are you a good boy?"
"I am!"
"Do you want to keep it that way forever?"
"I do!"
"Eijirou–"
"Y-Yeah?"
"Will you marry me?"
"Yes!" Kirishima shouted, climaxing. However, he didn't feel how long it lasted. He didn't see Bakugou's stomach bulge. Nor did he know what the others were doing. His gaze dropped into the darkness. He fainted.
When he woke up, he was lying in bed in their bedroom. He was wrapped in a fuzzy blanket that he loved and only used after rough and tough scenes. He lay in Bakugou's arms. He was quietly eating the cake off his plate and watching the television, which was turned on the lowest volume so as not to disturb Kirishima. However, as soon as the redhead in his arms woke up, Bakugou turned his attention to him. "Water?" He asked first. Kirishima just nodded his head. Bakugou stopped eating and reached for his glass of water. He held it so Kirishima could rest and not worry about spilling it on the bed.
"Thank you," Kirishima whispered. His voice was hoarse.
"Anything for you, Eijirou," Bakugou whispered, placing the glass on the table and kissing his hair.
"Where are the others?"
"They've already disappeared. Two hours limit is gone. You made it."
"...Wow. That was... amazing."
"It was fucking expensive, too, so I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"And you?" Kirishima asked worriedly. "I know–"
"No. We can talk about it later. For now, rest. But trust me, Eijirou. I've enjoyed this. Maybe not as much as you did. But nothing happened that I minded or was jealous of."
"Good," the redhead sighed.
Kirishima enjoyed his gentle touches and kisses until he asked tiredly, "Katsuki?"
"Hm?"
"...Did you really propose to me?"
Bakugou sighed. "Look at your hand." Kirishima did. On his right ring finger was a beautiful, silver ring with an amber stone. "You also said yes."
"I said yes..." Kirishima looked up into Bakugou's face. He looked a little nervous. "I said yes," he said, kissing him on the mouth. Kirishima burst into tears of joy again. Bakugou couldn't hold back this time, and a few tears rolled down his face as well.
"I love you so much, Katsuki."
"I love you, too," Bakugou whispered gratefully, "fiancé," he added. They both hugged each other even tighter.