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When Bakugou and Kirishima started dating, everything was new to them. They were each other's first partners, someone they had never had before, and someone they had allowed so close to their bodies for the very first time, revealing their deep-seated emotions.
They were getting to know each other. What it was like to have a person by your side who always knew what to say. What it's like to have a person by their side who will never judge them and will always try to help them. What it's like to be loved. But they also found out how hard it is to be angry with someone they loved so much. How hard it is to get over their own ego and rejoice in the success of another, even when their own life was crumbling under their palms. How hard it is sometimes to ask for their own space.
But they also exposed themselves for the first time and let their carnal desires speak. In the beginning, it was too much for both of them. The emotions and feelings they felt during this consumed them and at times they had no idea how to deal with them. Shame, nervousness. Those were the main reasons why their hot kissing ended before they could do anything with their tenting pants. When they finally got to the point where they could see each other naked and began to explore each other's taste and body with their palms, fingers and lips; Bakugou was the first to feel frustrated. His stomach heaved after each ejaculation and whatever he and Kirishima had been doing up to that point had to stop or he risked throwing up on his partner. He felt embarrassed and incompetent. He tried to delay the orgasm as long as he could, just to enjoy the even longer time Kirishima was giving him; but on the other hand, he was selfish and rushed to climax as if it were his next victory. More than once, they couldn't continue just because Bakugou's body screamed that it couldn't take much more. But Kirishima was never angry with him, always wrapping him in a blanket, hugging him and kissing his forehead while thanking him for letting him touch him like that. But it wasn't just Bakugou who was struggling with something. Kirishima liked to undress and show off his beautiful body, but it was hard to touch him. He was insanely ticklish, and every time Bakugou touched anywhere other than his face, he would start laughing and kicking around. Bakugou was even in the infirmary twice when Kirishima kicked him with his knee right in the nose and it started bleeding heavenly. Sometimes, when Bakugou couldn't take it and instead of foreplay, he went straight for Kirishima's lap; they discovered that Kirishima had another problem. He always climaxed too soon. Just a few moves, not even a minute had passed, and already his hand was covered in white juice. Kirishima was ashamed and stuttered. But Bakugou always reassured him that they had all the more reason to repeat it to increase Kirishima's stamina.
After a year and a half of getting to know each other, they made love for the first time, and though their chins were too wet with saliva, their bodies were insanely sweaty, their moans didn't sound as sexy as they'd hoped; it was special, unique, and yet perfect in its imperfection. Slowly all doubt fell from them and they began to know each other more, deeper, longer. Soon they discovered that Bakugou loved when Kirishima played with his chest, squeezing his nipples and tapping fingers on his neck affectionately as if he wanted to squeeze it. Kirishima, in turn, loved it when Bakugou grabbed his buttocks tightly or explored his neck with long minutes of kisses until he left a trail of red and purple blotches on his skin. They explored new positions together, new ways to drive each other to climax, to tease each other. They were slowly gaining a confidence that was reflected in Kirishima's smile when he could press Bakugou's body beneath him or touch his chest while the blond knelt over him; and in Bakugou's egotistical grin when he saw Kirishima writhing beneath him or heard him panting in his ear when he pressed against his back. They were taking turns, not judging each other, communicating. Together, open and healthy communication made their relationship a safe place and sex an experience that was slowly becoming addictive.
But with success, a room opened up that they thought they would never enter. Experimentation. Shyly, they researched articles on the internet or were inspired by porn. Occasionally, they stole a few girls' fantasy books from the library that were filled with spicy scenes between the main characters. They always talked about everything, tried it out and evaluated it. They didn't force each other into anything they weren't feeling, just as they loved learning about what made them feel good.
But what changed their sex lives forever happened at the end of their third year. After graduation and the surprise party Aizawa had thrown for them, and the first drops of alcohol in their lives, they almost didn't even make it to the fourth floor where their rooms were, as much as they threw themselves at each other. Their outfits adorned the path to their rooms and were strewn all over the dorm. Kirishima had always been a little more sultry and Bakugou a little more wild, but now, it was as if they had both lost control of themselves. Their backs bumped into Bakugou's door, which the blond was trying to unlock. But Kirishima's hands and his mouth were in the way. He had to grab the redhead firmly by the hair and pull his lusty mouth away. "Hold on, you mutt!" He growled at him, and perhaps, if his blood hadn't been pumping with alcohol, his own conscience would have screamed at him that he mustn't speak to his boyfriend like that; but all was stilled by Kirishima's loud gasp that accompanied his climax. Kirishima's pants had dampened at his crotch and turned into a dark color. Normally, that would have meant that they were done for the day, perhaps Bakuga would still have taken care of it by hand or asked for his mouth; but Kirishima groaned instead: "Please, sir , don't stop."
From that moment on, Bakugou sobered up, remembering every second of what followed. He saw it before him like a movie he wanted to replay for the rest of his life. He shoved Kirishima in the chest, forced him to lie back on the bed, ripped off all his clothes and sat on top of him. He rode him like his favorite horse, branding him with words that made his own face red and mocking the tears of excitement that were streaming down his cheeks. The cries were filled with passion and longing for the other. Sometime after Kirishima's third orgasm, when his tears had dried up and his voice was scratchy from the screams, Bakugou thought about stopping. But Kirishima grabbed him tightly around the waist one last time, his head pressed against his chest and whispered into his skin as he kissed him lightly: "Please, please, sir, one more time." Bakugou climaxed so hard that he lost consciousness for a moment. When he woke up, he was lying on his back and Kirishima was licking every last bit of white juice off of him. Bakugou gently stroked his hair and whispered how much he loved him while Kirishima looked at him with glassy eyes and smiled tiredly.
When they woke up in each other's arms in the morning, they looked at each other for a long time and kissed, not to mention the fact that they could still taste the alcohol and food from yesterday on their tongues. Bakugou took a shower and went to make breakfast while Kirishima changed the bed and took his turn in the bathroom. He waited for him on the bed, where Bakugou placed the tray that was full of food. They knew they had to talk about this. Years of friendship had shown them that communication was the healthiest key to a happy relationship, and even if it was difficult, uncomfortable, or even awkward at times, they shared their feelings and the other was always there to listen and help. They sat across from each other, legs entwined. Kirishima was eating rice, Bakugou was warming his hands on a hot mug of strawberry tea. They spoke quietly but clearly.
"I love having you under me," Bakugou said truthfully, "but... I like it better when I can have you inside me. It's just that you said it was incredibly manly to accept it , and I didn't want to deprive you of that. I would have felt... selfish."
"You're not selfish, Katsuki, you never are. Certainly not for preferring something in sex. I also like being able to see you above me, with my legs wrapped around your hips. I'm glad we're taking turns. But to see me being the one to show you the most pleasure while I'm inside you is... better for me."
"I don't want us to quit switching," Bakugou said, "but... I want to be bottom more often."
"Good. That's not a problem. I prefer to be top, too."
"That doesn't mean I'm going to lay there like a starfish and want you to do everything for me. Just because I'm the one who accepts it doesn't mean I'm submissive."
"I've learned that pretty quickly in the years I know you. Don't worry, Katsuki."
"I'm not worried. I just don't know if this is what you want..."
"What do you mean?"
"To see me... dominate you?" Bakugou sighed. "I don't know if that's the right word. But I like the role where I get to decide everything, where you have to listen to me and I try to push you to the very edge of your powers."
"That's dominating, Katsuki," Kirishima confirmed, and began stroking Bakugou's thigh.
"I like being in control."
"Like yesterday?"
"Like yesterday," he admitted. "Setting the pace, telling you what to do, telling you that you're my slut and mutually my good boy ." Kirishima shuddered. Bakugou noticed as his partner's pants twitched. "Pervert," he chuckled and took a sip of his tea.
"Don't blame me," Kirishima blushed but still had a smile on his face. "It's still in front of my eyes. It was... different, but that doesn't mean it wasn't good. In fact - it was great. Wonderful. Surprising. I'm not saying I'd want it like that every time, but sometimes... Sometimes being able to completely switch off and just be a tool makes you feel good? Ugh." Kirishima shuddered again. "I like that."
"Hmph," Bakugou grumbled. "Me too." He stroked Kirishima's cheek and forced himself to look at him. "But I liked it after that, too. When I could wipe away all your tears, wash you with a towel, wrap you in a blanket, and sing your favorite song in your ear. The aftercare was probably almost as great for me as the sex before."
"For me, too." After sex, they had a tradition of always just wiping off or showering if that was necessary. They fell asleep in each other's arms or continued their studies, depending on when they threw themselves on each other with passion. But they never cared more about each other, rather they kept their distance from each other after sex. They didn't find it strange. But after what happened yesterday, Bakugou couldn't imagine leaving Kirishima, just as Kirishima needed to hear Bakugou's voice until he fell asleep.
Kirishima noticed that something was bothering Bakugou. "Anything else, Katsuki?"
"You've been crying. I... liked it. I'm sorry, Eijirou..."
"What are you apologizing for? For managing to make me cum three - no, wait - four times? I didn't even know I was capable of that. Those tears... they were just a reaction to the love I felt inside me. I couldn't stop it, I needed to get it out of me somehow. Tears were the only solution."
"So... I didn't hurt you?" Bakugou's voice sounded so soft.
"You never did, Katsuki." He leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. "Remember that one time you blindfolded me and I started to panic? What did you do then?"
"I untied you, of course."
"And?"
"We talked about it."
"And then?"
"We took a shower together and went to watch a movie."
"Because you're an amazing boyfriend, Katsuki, and you would never do anything to displease or hurt me." He kissed him again. "I trust you."
"I trust you too," Bakugou whispered, kissing him. "Despite everything we do, I know that all it takes is a quiet word of no and you'll stop, no matter how excited you get."
"Of course! What kind of partner would I be otherwise?" Kirishima asked seriously.
"Not mine," Bakugou replied with a smile and kissed him.
"That's why I'm not afraid of anything," Kirishima continued. "Not with you."
"Likewise."
"So far so good, huh?"
"Of course. We're the best."
They both laughed.
"I gave you my trust in my future. Why should I be afraid to commit to you as your lover?"
"Hmph," Bakugou murmured and began to stroke his shoulder. "Thank you, Eijirou. Not only for your trust, but for... granting my every wish. Not just here, in bed, but for making our dream come true thanks to you."
They hugged for only a moment before Bakugou's phone started bouncing on the table. In two hours, his parents were due to arrive and help them take all their belongings out of the dorm so they could pick them up and move to Tokyo together in a week to open their own agency. Their own agency . It still kind of seemed like a dream.
"There are two of us for everything," Kirishima said as Bakugou got off the phone and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind.
Bakugou kissed him on the nose. "There are two of us for everything," he repeated after him.
And they were right.