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They’re in class and Bakugo can't keep his eyes off of Kirishima biting his pen. Those sharp teeth on full display, that pink tongue peeking out occasionally wetting his lips…it’s doing things to Bakugo.
Why can’t he stop watching?
Kirishima is just another guy in his class who Bakugo just happens to hang around more than anyone else. Who can blame him? All the other extras are annoying and pathetic. Kirishima is courageous and manly, never backing down from a challenge. And he isn’t afraid to challenge Bakugo, even if it’s highly likely he’ll lose.
That’s the only reason Bakugo lets him stick around. That’s it. Definitely not because he’s nice and funny and unfazed by Bakugo’s prickly personality. Definitely not because he works out just as much as Bakugo (if not more) and has the body to show for it. Definitely not.
So here Bakugo sits, watching who some might say is his best friend use his sinful mouth to chomp on a pen, the dense fuck. How can he not realize how distracting that is?! Because that mouth…and those teeth…are all Bakugo can think about right now.
That mouth around a strawberry at lunch. That mouth forming a smile just for Bakugo. That mouth a breath away from his own. That mouth around his c—
“Bakugo! Are you paying attention?”
The boy breaks out of his thoughts and turns a burning red face to the front of the classroom.
What was he thinking? He never lets his mind wander in class. And why is he half hard?!
Well, this is no fucking good.
Eyes straight ahead, Bakugo keeps his head low and his bulge hidden under his desk. It’s almost time for lunch. How is he supposed to leave the classroom without anyone noticing his half-hard dick?
Before he can come up with a solid plan, the class is dismissed for their lunch period. As relieved voices begin to filter out of the classroom, Bakugo lingers in his seat. But he’s not the only one who stayed.
“The fuck do you want, Shitty Hair?
“I’m waiting for you, bro! Aren’t you coming?”
The boy in question turns his face away from his favorite red-head, glaring at the floor.
“Fuck off, you don’t need to wait for me. Go eat with your friends.”
Kirishima frowns. “Dude, you’re my friend. What’s wrong, man? You got a hard-on or something?” Kirishima laughs at the absurdity of his own joke until he receives a hard glare.
Bakugo can’t help turning even more red. He feels his hands begin to sweat, preparing for fireworks.
A look of realization passes over Kirishima’s face. “Oh shit, sorry man. I was just joking. But hey, it’s okay! It happens!”
Bakugo growls.
“Not to me! And what do you expect me to do about it, fucker?! We’re in school! I can’t just rub one off in the bathroom like some desperate virgin!”
“Hm...” Kirishima thinks for a second with a finger tapping his lips. Those goddamn dick-sucking lips. “Come with me!”
Before Bakugo can protest, he’s being tugged from his chair by the wrist.
“Oi!” He yells, trying his best to hide his erection, “People will see, you idiot!”
“Don’t worry, everyone’s in the cafeteria! C'mon!” Kirishima tugs again, getting Bakugo to trail behind him as he exits the classroom and starts dragging the seething boy up flights of stairs, after checking to make sure the halls were clear. Finally, they arrive at the roof. Bakugo glares at Kirishima. “Shitty Hair. What the fuck is up here that’s supposed to help?”
Kirishima stares back with a look of innocence. “Well, there’s no one up here to see,” he says with a smile.
Bakugo squints. “See what? The hell are you talking about?”
“Haha. I’m gonna help you out, of course! Come sit, man! I come up here all the time when I need to cool down.”
Cool down? Does he mean..?
“You’re not scared are you, Bakugo?” Kirishima asks with a challenging smirk.
The blond splutters. “Of course not! Move over, Shitty Hair!” Bakugo plops down right next to Kirishima next to the wall at the edge of the rooftop.
The redhead gives him a dazzling smile, showing off those pearly white teeth. Fuck. What has he gotten himself into?
“Don’t be shy, man! Go on, whip it out!”
Bakugo looks at him skeptically. “Uh, you first. Fuckin' weirdo.”
"I didn't peg you as the shy type, but okay," Kirishima laughs and goes to unbutton his pants. Bakugo looks away, thinking he should give him some privacy.
'Privacy? There’s nothing private about this!' he thinks.
“Hey, you can look, you know. I don’t mind,” Kirishima says in a careful tone. Bakugo glances at his encouraging face and then his crotch, where he sees his best friend tenting a pair of maroon boxer briefs.
“Oi, why are you hard Shitty Hair?!”
“Hey, I’m not the only one!” He says, reaching over to grab Bakugo’s bulge.
“W-what do you think you’re doing?!”
Kirishima only smiles, teeth and all, “You needed to get rid of it where nobody would know, right? I’m just helping a bro out!” He abandons his own pants and goes for Balugo's, undoing the button and the zip. He unzips Bakugo’s uniform pants to reveal black boxer briefs and a huge bulge. Kirishima curiously pokes at it, noticing precum leaking through the cotton.
“G-get your hands off me, pervert!”
“Oh? But you like it, don’t you? You’re getting harder, Bakugo.” The damn redhead shows no mercy.
Without warning, Kirishima gropes Bakugo’s clothed erection, feeling out his dick and balls through his underwear, and pulling sweet keening noises from the blond.
“Jeez, man. You’re really into this huh?” He uses his strong, callused hands to rub Bakugo to full hardness, marveling at the shape of him straining his underwear.
Bakugo's pride is starting to hurt at being the only one affected by their activities, so he shoves his hand onto Kirishima’s own hard-on, feeling out his erection and stroking him to full hardness.
“Ah!”
Bakugo smirks and leans in close to Kirishima’s ear.
“What's this? Getting your hands on another man's dick has you this hard, Shitty Hair? Tch. I didn't even have to touch you before you started leaking for me,” Bakugo growls into the redhead's ear, stroking a thumb at the sticky head of the boy's dick. Kirishima whines at his words and his touch. Bakugo can’t keep his eyes off him. “You know it’s your fault I’m like this in the first place. You and your pretty mouth are to blame.” Bakugo squeezes and Kirishima groans through clenched teeth. “Mm don't hold back now. Let me hear you,” Bakugo purrs.
Kirishima looks into Bakugo’s eyes and says, “Make me cum, Katsuki.”
Bakugo’s heart skips a beat and his face lights up. Kirishima smirks.
“Now what happened to all that confidence, huh? I had only pure intentions of helping a bro out, but now you’ve made me like this.” He runs his tongue over his teeth, unafraid of being cut by his own sharp canines. “Time to take some responsibility.”
Now how could Bakugo resist such a direct invitation?
He growls and climbs onto Kirishima’s lap. He sits himself down on the boy's strong thighs and kants his hips, grinding his clothed cock against Kirishima's. With his hands on the boy's broad shoulders, he turns his face into Kirishima's neck, breathing in his sweat as they pant into each other's ears.
“Hah...fuck. You biting on that goddamn pen got me all hard. Showing off those deadly teeth that would mark me up so good and licking those lips that I've dreamed about having around my cock. I was about ready to take that mouth in the middle of class. Fuck.”
Kirishima groans at the imagery. “Ah fuck I want it all. Let me suck your cock, bro. Wanna make you scream for me.”
Kiri moves his hands to Bakugo’s ass, rubbing and squeezing and feeling the powerful muscle work to grind strong hips against his leaking cock.
“Fuck, bro. Your ass is so fat.”
“Oi, watch it.”
“I’ve always wanted to just grab it. Feel it in my palms. Smack it so hard it jiggles. Mark it up so everyone in the locker room knows who this ass belongs to.”
Bakugo whines and pushes back into his palms. “Fuck that's hot, but you gonna suck me off or worship this ass all period?”
Kirishima smirks and moves to tug Bakugo's pants and underwear over the curve of his ass and push them past his thighs, finally releasing Bakugo’s cock from his boxer briefs. It's a pretty cock. Hard and red and leaking precum down the shaft. He shows off his sharp teeth with a smile before pushing Bakugo on his back and wrapping his ruby red lips around the tip.
Bakugo moans. He’d never felt anything like it. Just one tentative lick was already better than a jerk session with lube and everything. Kirishima’s pink tongue pokes out between his teeth to lick around the head. Bakugo can’t help the shudder that racks his body.
He buries his hands in Kirishima’s red hair, hands smoking slightly but not enough to burn, and tugs. Kirishima licks up Bakugo's entire length, then goes back down to suck on his sack.
In a gravelly voice, Bakugo says, “How the fuck are you so good at this? Hah~“ But he’s shut up by that mouth around the head of his leaking cock. “Uhh~ fuck. Fuck, keep going.”
The boy didn’t plan on stopping. He holds Bakugo by the hips, doing his best to control his small thrusts. Kirishima swallows him deeper, groaning around the hard member in his mouth.
He looks up to see Bakugo’s head facing forward, eyes shut. He pulls up a bit to suck around the head, moving his hand to Bakugo’s chin, forcing him to blink and gaze into his friend’s blown eyes. Bakugo watches as the manliest guy in class takes him down to the hilt, nose coming into contact with his pubic hair. The boy on his cock stays there, breathing in heavily through his nose, before he swallows, throat constricting deliciously around Bakugo's entire cock. Fuck, this boy really has him by the balls.
Kirishima is drunk off of Bakugo’s musky smell and the taste of his leaking cock. Bakugo can feel himself reaching his climax. Not wanting to come just yet, he grabs a handful of red hair a pulls Kirishima’s head away from his cock.
Kirishima makes eye contact with the other boy as he pulls off of his cock with a pop, drool and precum stringing from his tongue to the cockhead in front of him.
Bakugo grabs his dick in his hand, angling toward Kirishima’s pink face. He smears his juices over the boy’s swollen lips, dick spilling even more as that pink tongue licks his lips reflexively. Kiri kisses the tip before it’s moved away and pressed against his cheek. Precum and spit smeared all over his face.
“Open up.”
Kirishima smirks and complies. He opens his mouth, pretty pink lips stretched around the flat of his tongue, waiting. Bakugo slaps his dick against Kirishima’s cheek one last time, then does the same to his tongue, letting the boy kneeling so prettily in front of him get a taste.
He starts jerking his cock on the boy's eager tongue, chasing his climax. Kirishima licks tentatively to help him out, hazy crimson eyes meeting blown ruby ones. Kirishima is everything pink and pretty and wet and sexy and all of it together making the perfect composition for Bakugo to finally cum. He jerks his hand to ride it out, spurts of hot cum raining on Kirishima’s eager tongue, even landing on his cheeks and his long eyelashes. Bakugo groans long and loud, taking in the sight of Kirishima on his knees for him, covered in his seed.
Said boy closes his mouth and swallows, smiling up at Bakugo.
“How was that? Do you feel better now, bro? I always do after a good climax.”
Bakugo gapes. “What the fuck.”
How could he be so casual after his friend just nutted all over his face?
“Hey, uh...what about you? Don’t you need to, uh..”
“Haha, oh, right. Would you mind helping me out, bro?”
Sure, Bakugo thought. After all, Kirishima just sucked Bakugo off like it was nobody’s business. Surely he could lend a hand..?
“Fine, but make it quick,” he says, trying not to seem too eager.
The red-haired boy beams and sits up.
“Okay, umm...could you take off your shirt?”
What? Just what did he plan on doing?! “Why should I-“
“Please? It’s the least you could do after you, ya know,” Kiri gestures to his own face.
Bakugo’s cheeks redden. “Tch. Whatever, Shitty Hair.” He didn’t want to acknowledge the things he did to his classmate post-orgasm, where his actions seemed like those of a pornstar rather than a 16-year-old in hero school.
He glances at Kirishima, whose eyes were focused on his hands unbuttoning his school shirt. He can’t fight the blush that heats his face as he reveals more and more of his chest, but he can’t help but notice Kirishima almost drooling over the exposed skin. Finally, he undoes the last button and opens his shirt up.
“Oi. I did it. Now what? You gonna jerk off looking at my pecs? 'S that it?” The other boy at least has the decency to blush.
“Um, can you just sit there with your legs in front of you?”
Bakugo rolls his eyes and moves so that he’s sitting up against the rooftop wall with his legs stretched out in front of him. Kirishima gets up on his knees and straddles Bakugo's thighs. Suddenly, he pulls down his red boxer briefs, revealing a monster cock. It’s hard and veiny and the tip is a delicious red that's shiny with precum.
Bakugo’s mouth goes dry. “You don’t expect me to suck that monster do you?”
Kirishima blushes at the comment on his size. “No, man, of course not! Not like this," he says, implying that there will be a time that Bakugo eventually sucks his cock, "Just sit there for me.”
Bakugo stares at him, confused until Kirishima grabs Bakugo’s shoulders and pushes his hips forward so his hot cock is placed right between Bakugo’s pecs. Next, without warning, he begins to thrust.
The feeling of a dick sliding between his tits is new to Bakugo, but the noises Kirishima makes are so desperate and hot that he doesn’t care how much of a mess Kirishima's slick is making of his tits. Just the sight of Kirishima’s strong hips pumping his cock up and down Bakugo’s sternum is enough to make him hard again.
While Kirishima thrusts his hips between Bakugo’s soft pecs, Bakugo wraps a hand around his dick, timing his strokes to Kiri’s thrusts.
“Fuck, man. Your chest is so sexy.” Kirishima pants from above him.
“You like my tits that much, Shitty Hair?”
Kirishima grunts. “Ungh. Yes. Yes, fuck.” Impossibly, his thrusts speed up, as do Bakugo’s strokes on his own weeping cock. Experimentally, he tilts his chin down and parts his lips, allowing Kiri’s tip to meet his wet tongue on every upward thrust.
The touch of Bakugo's hot, wet tongue on his tip causes Kirishima to tremble, finally coming undone. He groans as he shoots ropes of hot cum over Bakugo’s pecs and tongue. The feeling of being marked by his best friend's spend is enough for Bakugo, as he comes into his tight fist. The two boys collapse, panting heavily, both spent.
They lie on the ground for a good minute before Kirishima speaks up, “Well, lunch is definitely over now.”
Bakugo rolls his eyes, “No shit. How are we supposed to go back to class like this, huh?”
Kirishima grins. “Don’t worry, bro!” He gets up and walks to a drain pipe near the door to the roof. He reaches behind it and grabs a bag of tissues and wet wipes.
“What the fuck?”
“I told you, sometimes I come up here to let off some steam. So I’m always prepared!”
He tosses the bag to Bakugo, who catches it and rips out some wipes to start cleaning his chest.
He hands some to Kirishima to clean his face where Bakugo’s cum had already dried from when the redhead first sucked him off. Bakugo tries not to think about how hot that is.
“Oi, what’s up with you and my tits? Where did that come from? You got some weird fetish, Shitty Hair?”
“Hey! It’s your fault for showing off such strong pecs with the low v-neck of your hero costume!”
Baukgo scoffs. “You’re one to talk. You don’t even wear a shirt for yours!” He blushes thinking about how revealing Kirishima’s costume is. Showing off his cut torso.
“Whatever. Can’t I just appreciate a bro’s body? What’s wrong with that?”
“Well fuck, I dunno. Usually ‘bros’ don’t jerk off over each other’s bodies.”
Kirishima considers this. “Well, we do. Tell me, are we bros, Bakugo?”
The blond’s face goes red. “F-fuck off, Shitty Hair!”
Kirishima only laughs.
“Haha! Okay, dude. I think it’s time we get to class. Lunch is almost over.”
“Shit, you didn’t even eat.”
“Yes, l did!” Kirishima says pointing at his open mouth with his pink tongue sticking out.
Bakugo's face burns red as he blows up at him while Kirishima only laughs. Eventually, the two of them walk back to class.
No one questions where they got off to.