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Katsuki didn’t know how it happened—it just did.
Maybe it was when he was out shopping for some new rubbing shoes and a group of children ran past him wildly. But he had felt fine while in the mall. So, reason added that it could’ve also been while he was standing in the middle of a crowded train on his way back to school. Many people had bumped into him then as well. His head still felt slightly dizzy from the strangers all rushing to squeeze in around him.
Regardless of when, the bottom line was that somewhere along the way he had become the victim of a quirk that made his own practically unusable. Not quite nullified as he could still use it, just very uncomfortably. He learned that after he got back to the dormitory and was immediately bombarded with too many sounds too fast. As a result, he activated his power just to immediately yell in pain.
The unknown effects caused the backlash of his firepower to multiply tenfold from how it usually felt. Right now, even the small, crackling pops he made to threaten his classmates felt like it would blow his arm clean off the socket. Which was odd. It had been a long time since such tiny explosions actually strained his muscles—if it ever did. He couldn’t remember far back enough.
But that wasn’t it. Because why would it be in the terrible luck that was his life?
On the lighter side of things some would argue, he will not, it also made him more sensitive to other forms of aches and throbs in the body. Ones less painful and more… pleasurable.
All it took was seeing his best friend, Eijirou, unbutton his uniform blazer while in the comfort of his own room to make a wave of butterflies crash through his body. It was so sudden, so violent, and took him by complete surprise. Nothing had ever lit up his body in such an airy and almost weightless kind of way.
The force made him grapple on to the nearest wall for stability, weak in the knees and nearly breathless.
“Bakugou, are you alright?” Eijirou rushed to his aid, reaching one hand out for him as his nails scratched into the paint.
There was a deep warmth pooling inside of his stomach, one he was no stranger to but had never felt so full before. His toes knew the heat when he dipped them inside in the past, but he worried it’d manifest hands and pull him in with the enhancement of the quirk. As his eyes raked over Eijirou’s body, his fears only worsened.
“Don't touch me.” He gritted out, afraid of what might happen if his best friend—if the boy he suspected he liked—were to put his hands on him.
It wasn’t as if he didn’t know there was something about the redhead that made him feel different from others. His chest knew it well. Every tingle of excitement when they were alone and every wash of disappointment when they couldn’t be made things painfully obvious. Not to mention, he found himself staring more than he should, admiring his sweet smiles and kindness while with their classmates.
Whether the onslaught of thoughts were from him being his first real friend in a long time or something deeper that he was trying to run from, he was unsure.
All feelings were confusing and unnecessary to him.
The ones that surrounded Eijirou in particular were some of the most difficult to unravel, rivalling even his fucked up friendship with Izuku. That tug of war in his chest between wanting him by his side and not needing the burden ached, and for that, he needed to stay away, far away, until the quirk wore off.
But, as always, Eijirou didn’t listen to him. He didn’t care about what he said. Because the boy was his best friend, and he seemed to have either all the knowledge in the world to know that he didn’t really want him to go, or none at all to blindly press into his personal space.
Fuck.
A rough palm grasped his arm to help him stand on his own two feet, and his reaction was immediate. It was all consuming.
Katsuki’s legs were shaking from the painful throb between his thighs, and he clung to the redhead’s body for dear life as he choked on a moan.
“B-Bro?”
His jaw clenched, “I said not to f-fuckin’ touch me…”
It was embarrassing. This whole ordeal made him want the floor to crackle open and swallow him whole.
Not only did some extra manage to use their stupid power on him without him realizing it, but now Eijirou was unlocking feelings in him that he didn’t even know existed.
Even with the cool air conditioner whirling with life in his room, he was drenched beneath his school uniform. Sweat rolled heavily down the sides of his face, and it felt like the warm tickle he usually felt was burning him up alive from the inside out. Everything was hot. Everything was too much.
“You’re feverish…” Eijirou murmured as his other hand brushed against his sticky forehead. “Do you need water? Here, let me help you get to your bed. I’ll—”
Katsuki locked his arm around his best friend’s neck, using him to support his weight as another bittersweet throb caused his knees to buckle. One rooted from the absolute admiration that fell off of his lips even though he tried to shove him away.
“You… stay still.” He demanded, hiding his pathetic expression into his collar. Heat began to seep into his cheeks, turning the pale flesh a deep scarlet.
“B-Bakugou, what’s in your pocket that’s—”
A disgusting, involuntary whine clawed its way up his throat and past his lips when Eijirou's thigh brushed his hardened cock, and he could hear the other swallow. Nerves rolled off of his stiff body.
“O-Oh…”
Tears brimmed his eyes as humiliation pooled heavy enough in his gut to make him want to vomit. Fear. Rejection. They were feelings he knew all too well, but they reared their ugliest head now. Each felt like a cold lashing at his already overstimulated body.
He pulled on Eijirou’s jacket as a sharp throb spiked through him. One half was a deep need for the boy, and the other was a similar desire, only this one wanted to turn around and book it even if his legs felt useless.
God, he wanted to run.
Taken back, his best friend stumbled backwards. The backs of his knees bucked when they hit his mattress, and with it, he followed.
“Y-You… that’s your… oh God…” He stammered nervously as they fell on top of the bed together. “I’m s-sorry, Bakugou. I—”
Katsuki swallowed down the bubble of his own disgust. Through sheer willpower alone, he pushed that overflowing cocktail of pain and pleasure that was brewing inside his body aside, then pried his face from Eijirou’s collarbones.
While looking up at his flustered expression, he unclasped his hands from the white knuckled grip on his friend’s blazer. Instead, he decided to press both against his duvet on either side of his head. Cautious of his loose hair, he adjusted them once before leaning forward to support his own weight.
“Y-You’re crying… is it me?” The boy beneath him murmured, and Katsuki rolled his eyes.
Despite the cavalier response, his lip trembled with anxiety.
“It fuckin’ hurts.” He confessed, and two hands found their home around the smallest part of his waist. “Fuck, e-every throb feels like ‘m goin’ to explode on the s-spot. I can't even fuckin’ stand upright, K-Kirishima. My legs feel like they’ll melt beneath me.”
Crimson eyes widened at the use of his name accompanied by the stray tear rolling down his cheek. Inside them, Katsuki could see the concern he harbored for his condition, then something else a little darker.
“Maybe you should g-go see Recovery Girl,” he stammered out, making his stomach twist painfully at the thought of anyone else seeing him like this. Like a wreck.
“There's nothing she can do,” he forced out as a wave of hot disgust rolled through his body, making his skin crawl. “It’s quirk induced, i-idiot. She's… She’s useless right now.”
Eijirou’s adam’s apple bobbed with an audible gulp, and he turned his head to look away from him. It was as if he couldn’t stand to keep his eyes on him.
“Bakugou, I-I can’t... what am I supposed to do then, bro?” He asked, sounding defeated. “You’re looking at me like-like you want me to fix it. What can I do for you that a doctor can’t?”
“You touched me first when I told you not to! You made me like this, asshole.” Katsuki reminded him, then raised one leg higher. His left knee pressed into the bed, and he carried his weight on it before lifting the other on the opposite side of his hips.
“Hey! What’re you… what is this p-position?” His friend rushed, lighting up an even deeper shade of crimson. “Bakugou, you’re s-sitting…”
A breath of relief left Katsuki's lips when he lowered himself, feeling a slight bulge settle against his ass.
Eijirou was hard too, meaning this twisted feeling of greed inside of him could be mutual. This could go both ways.
His best friend was just trying his best to preserve their friendship before they crossed a line they couldn’t come back from. It was noble. It was a good try.
But maybe… maybe he didn’t want that.
These feelings in his chest, the ones all mangled up and knotted in every which way, didn’t want friendship. They wanted to touch his handsome body and be touched by him in return. At the root of it all, they wanted him. Not just as someone who came and went when he pleased, but as someone to stay by his side forever.
His eyes screwed shut in frustration, and he couldn’t help it as yelled at nothing, at no one but himself.
There was no ‘maybe’, was there?
He wanted to cross that line with him. Even if part of him didn’t want to leave his comfort zone out of pride and fear, his body craved him. That was the truth—his deepest secret that he tried to fool even himself from.
“B-Bakugou?”
The hands on his waist tightened, and Katsuki's body locked as it came to life with a newfound heat from his revaluations.
“Touch me,” he forced out as demanding as he could muster.
Eijirou's hands didn’t move—why fucking would they when he never listened to a word he said?
He looked down at him while he fisted his blankets.
“Bakugou, y-you… we’re friends.” He exhaled heavily. When did he die and become the voice of reason between them? “I can’t just… we shouldn’t, man. You aren’t thinking right, and I’m—”
“—so hard.” Katsuki cut him off while rubbing his ass against his bulge, giving in to the red hot greed that boiled in his veins. “You’re so hard,” he repeated, and Eijirou looked up at the ceiling as he pressed his head into the mattress. “Kirishima, just fuckin’ touch me, God dammit. I can't take it. I can’t f-fuckin’ take this.”
As he mulled the words over in his head, he knew he sounded desperate. It made him feel ashamed of himself to sound so damn pitiful, but he had no time to think about it when Eijirou's hips jerked upwards.
The sudden pressure made a rush flood through his body, and Katsuki whimpered from the strength of the undertow that yanked him under. His teeth tore into his bottom lip at the overwhelming feeling that took over his body.
“Don’t regret this.” The redhead said to him, and his jaw clenched. “Fuck, Bakugou… please don’t regret this when all is said and done.”
“Just shut up ‘n fuckin’ touch me.” He snapped weakly, tired of the hesitation. “I can’t keep waitin’ like this.”
Eijirou's hands left his body to begin unbuttoning the rest of his uniform shirt with trembling, rushed fingers. A shiver inched its way up his spine, wracking through his wired body and forcing a heavy pant to fall from his lips.
Katsuki reached one shaky hand to his own chest, ripping at the collar so he could get his soaked shirt off faster.
“Can you tell me what’s happening?” Eijirou asked softly, and hung his head as he tried catching the breath that was stolen from his lungs. “So I know what to do.”
“Everything… I feel it.” He explained, feeling like he can breathe just a little bit better while shirtless. “Every throb feels like-like I’m goin’ to fuckin’ combust. Every tingle is mind numbin’.”
Large hands pressed to his sticky chest, and Katsuki cupped his own over his knuckles to hold one there.
“If it hurts,—“
“It feels like I'm dyin’.” He finished, melting like putty in the palm of his hand when he squeezed tightly.
Eijirou mumbled something under his breath, and he rocked his hips forward, trying not to crumble on top of him as his arm shook under his weight.
“So, if you feel good…?”
Katsuki met his curious eyes, then looked down at his uncomfortably tight pants. There was already a darkened spot of fabric by the head of his cock, embarrassingly enough.
“Then you’ll really feel good,” his best friend reasoned, and he nodded once again.
“Y-Yeah, that‘s the gist of it.” He muttered, tired of talking and wanting nothing more than to feel him. “That’s why I’m like this, idiot.”
His hands left his chest, and Katsuki fought the urge to whimper over the loss of contact. It was as if he needed it to breathe.
“I'll take good care of you…” Eijirou promised him, sliding his hands down to the sides of his waist before pushing on his body.
“H-Hey—!”
He grunted as they rolled over on his bed, then looked up at him. This time, he was the one beneath him.
If he didn’t know any better, while watching his best friend shed his school blazer and loosen his tie, he thought he could hear the racing of his heart inside his ears. Quite possibly, if he tried, he swore he could even feel each pump it gave as it slammed against his ribcage. Everything felt so heightened.
“I've wanted to touch you for so long.” Eijirou confessed to him, but it went one ear and out the other as he tried to ground himself to reality. “Bakugou, y-you don’t understand how bad I’ve wanted this.”
His head felt so heavy on his shoulders, like he was sitting in the passenger seat of his own body.
“Leave the tie,” he instructed him, and the redhead quirked an eyebrow upwards as his hands rushed to take his own shirt off.
Raising one weak arm, Katsuki grasped the scarlet end and twirled the fabric around his shaking fist. Once. Twice. Then, he pulled lightly to bring him closer.
“Give me some control back,” he mumbled quietly, desperately. He needed this shred of dominance at least.
“I wish we could have done this diff—”
”Just shut up and fuckin’ kiss me.” The blond hissed, pulling on the tie again and leaving no room to fight.
Two hands reached for his belt, and he rolled his hips closer, hungry for a more intimate touch than just a brush or graze. He needed to be grabbed, to have touches with some bite in them. Anything to sate this burning greed inside of his body.
Eijirou tugged on his pants, and Katsuki slammed their lips together. The force was hard enough to feel as if he had just been punched in the mouth, but he chose to ignore the aching sensation in favor of melting into his lips.
“Are you a masochist? Don’t do that.” The other grumbled into their kiss, but Katsuki ignored the question in favor of biting down on his bottom lip.
‘Maybe this would shut him up,’ was his thought, but it only ended in drinking the moans that filled his mouth.
Eijirou tasted like the candy he was munching on earlier, sweet and inviting. It made him want to explore his mouth deeper despite the threat of his razor sharp teeth, but just thinking about getting nicked by one accidentally made his skin crawl uncomfortably.
Under normal circumstances, it probably wouldn’t hurt. In fact, he wouldn’t care about a little slice here or there. Blood didn’t scare him, and tiny cuts meant little at the end of the day.
But as he was, he was sure it’d probably feel a lot like getting stabbed. He didn’t want that. A knife into his tongue was much more different than a bruising force around his lips.
The thought of having to hold back from giving him his all almost made the blond disappointed, and not even fifteen seconds into the kiss, Katsuki's pulling away. He gasped for air as if he had been holding his breath for hours, all while calloused hands cupped his bare thigh. They spread them apart as his pants fell onto his bedroom floor. A rush of cool air soothed his burning skin. It washed over his sweaty legs and through the thin fabric of his briefs.
“Relax,” Eijirou advised him, and Katsuki squeezed his eyes shut when the ghost of a fingertip trailed along his bare thigh.
“O-Oh, fuck…” he whined, unable to help the anticipation that boiled in his gut.
“I’m gonna touch you now.”
“Yes. God, yes. Fuckin’ get on with it.” Katsuki practically begged, then felt his entire body jolt as Eijirou’s large hand cupped him through his briefs.
His eyes squeezed shut almost immediately. One hand reached above his head to pull on his blankets, bracing himself.
“K-Kirishima,” came his broken hiccup when he squeezed around his bulge. “Fuck… fuck…”
Fresh tears brimmed his eyes, and when Eijirou's hand pressed even harder, grinding down on to his oversensitive cock, he cried out.
“You're falling apart at the seams, and I just barely touched you.”
With a lazy roll of his eyes, Katsuki pushed his hips closer to the hand palming his aching cock, trying to ignore just how ridiculous he must look and sound. Crying and begging weren’t parts of his daily life, yet here he was, sobbing from the littlest bits of pleasure like they were rocking his world.
Of course he would have a field day with it, mocking him, committing this vision to his dirty memory.
“You'll n-never see me like this again.” He promised him through heavy pants.
That soft smile slowly tilted into a frown, “I guess I’ll just have to milk this moment then. Your body can take it, right?”
‘What's that supposed to mean,’ was Katsuki's initial reaction as Eijirou leaned over him.
His second being, ‘why does he look so bothered?’
After all, Eijirou knew him. He knew what he was like and this breathless, trembling mess of a man that can hardly speak was not it.
Without warning, the hand around his cock pressed down harder, and Katsuki slammed a hand over his mouth as his cock twitched painfully. Every nerve flared with a blaze, fighting the line between pleasurable and painful.
“I said, your body can take it, can’t it?” Eijirou repeated. He shivered when soft lips brushed his neck.
“It can. I-I can.” He promised him.
He thought so, anyway.
Orgasms were already powerful, but with this quirk? With its rush multiplied tenfold underneath his too-tight skin? Even if he couldn’t take it, he sure as hell was going to try until he can’t anymore.
“That’s what I lo—like, most about you… always so confident.”
Again, just what did he mean by saying stuff like that?
Katsuki forced his legs further apart, giving him more space to sit between as Eijirou's other hand lifted his hips higher.
“W-What are you going to do?” He asked.
His best friend thrusted his hips directly against his aching cock. The entirety of his body twitched from the one movement, and he moaned loudly into his room, praying their other classmate wasn’t on the floor. It would be so embarrassing.
“I’m going to make you feel so damn good that you’re going to think you’re dying.” He promised. Katsuki's back arched off of the bed as the hand on his hip began to tug his briefs down.
He was scared—no, intimidated.
Katsuki Bakugou had never been scared in his life, but being intimidated by something was different. It wasn’t as if he’s ever done something like this with someone else, or felt this strongly for anyone before.
“Just lay back, Bakugou.”
Katsuki gasped as his teeth grazed his skin ever so softly, burying his hand into his hair before pulling.
“Kirishima…” he trailed off, feeling his briefs cling tight just below his thighs. “Wait, w-wait…—!” His voice caught in his throat as his eyes widened.
Immediately, the boy is wrapping his fingers around his bare cock without another warning. His thumb pressed hard against the leaking head, ripping a sharp cry from his lips.
“You're so red,” he marvelled. “I can feel you throbbing in my hand too.”
Suddenly every word he wanted to say escaped his clouded head, forgotten.
Slowly, his tight fist twisted, and Katsuki's legs jerked, trying to hide himself from the overwhelming pleasure stirring up inside of his body.
“Y-You can’t—Kirish-shima, I—”
Once he began to slide his hand, using the mess of precum to his advantage, Katsuki's thighs tensed. That knot in his stomach tightened like a vice, clamped in on itself with the force of a tidal wave.
“Are you going to cum already?” Eijirou whispered into his ear, and Katsuki wrapped one leg around his waist, digging his heel into the space just above his belt.
“N-No,” he tried to convince him, but the break in his voice only made the other chuckle.
“It’s okay if you are.”
His fist sped up, and Katsuki's toes curled as he pulled his body closer with his weak leg. Cramps threatened his stiff and flexed calves.
“You can cum for me, Bakugou.” His best friend encouraged him, and Katsuki clung to his body, balls drawn up painfully when another hand cupped them. “Just let yourself go. I've got you.”
It was too much.
The heat of his friend’s breath as it tickled his ear and bittersweet pleasure wracking through every nerve was too much to handle. What should’ve been a normal orgasm felt like his body was drowning, engulfed head to toe in the mind numbing rush.
“I-I can’t—”
Choking, it was impossible to finish his sentence as Eijirou quickened his pace.
“Shh… or the whole dormitory will hear you, man.”
Katsuki's fingers scratched down Eijirou’s neck and towards his back, catching on the collar of the shirt he had yet to dispose of.
“Slow! Go s-slower, idiot!” His voice raised in pitch. His heart pounded painfully into his ribs, leaving behind a dull ache.
“Faster?”
“No! No no n-no, oh God. O-Oh fuck, oh fuck.” He cried, attempting to move his hips away from the hand that was assaulting his cock with fast, brutal tugs. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”
Tears brimmed his eyes as his orgasm ripped through his body, every muscle drawing tight and seizing in place.
Eijirou's fingers squeezed around his throbbing balls, rolling them around in his palm. It caused his nails to curl and cut into his shirt hard enough to hear the stitching rip beneath them.
“Stop, s-stop, stop,” he rambled, sweat rolling down his forehead as an ache formed in his lungs from gasping. He gulped down breaths like there wasn’t enough oxygen in the room, greedy to compose himself.
The hand on his cock didn’t pause for a moment, and Katsuki's stomach coiled as he practically sat up off of his bed, violently jerking forward. His abdomen was painstakingly tight from both holding this bent position and the orgasm that had ripped through him.
One strong hand immediately pressed against the small of his back, supporting his weight as he sobbed over the waves of his release.
“Bakugou, you gotta be more quiet…”
It went in one ear and out the other, leaving Eijirou to mutter under his breath before pressing their mouths together. In an attempt to silence himself, he kissed him back feverishly. Salt from his own sweat danced over his tongue, combating the sweetness of the tongue licking across his bottom lip.
“I've got you.” He promised against his mouth.
Katsuki could feel the hot ropes of cum splash against his tired thighs and rolled stomach as he was milked for every drop. Throbs pulsed through his weeping cock. Blood seemed to pool infinitely into it, leaving him rock hard even after his climax.
It felt endless.
“K-Kirish-shima—” Hiccuping, Katsuki was cut off immediately by a tongue pressing flat against his.
Using the new found slick, Eijirou's hands tightened into a vice-like grip, knocking the rest of the breath out of his lungs.
“N-No,” he shook his head, eyes half lidded in exhaust. “I-I can’t. Not again. Kirishim-ma…—!”
“Just once more.” Eijirou rasped out, looking down at him with a glint of mischief in his darkened eyes. “I want to see more of you feeling good… more of you crying out for me, Bakugou.”
“You’re gonna… oh f-fuck, you’re gonna break me.” He whimpered, shifting on his bed in another futile attempt to escape his punishing hands. “I-I can’t—it’s too much. My cock’s too s-sensitive—Kirishima!”
His jaw dropped, saliva drooling down the corner of his mouth as he writhed helplessly.
“Let me savor this moment with you.” His low voice murmured, but his mind was too blank to even register what that could mean as his body was subjected to yet another round of painfully sweet pleasure.
His heels dug deeper into the redhead’s back, and he buried his face into his neck. Biting down, he muffled his own voice as his aching cock was jerked just as fast as before. There wasn’t even a second granted to him for a breath.
“Fuck,” Eijirou groaned at the sharp sting of his sharp canines breaking flesh, “Hah… you’re shaking, baby… Does it feel good?”
He nodded quickly, overwhelmed.
“I bet it’ll feel even better if I were to use my mouth.”
“No.” He choked, but the hand on his back left to pull him closer to the edge of the bed. “No, you’re doin’ too much! You can’t! I can’t t-take it.”
A teasing voice followed, “Oh? But you said you could.”
Slowly, the other pulled away, and Katsuki watched as his friend pulled on his cramped legs.
“I asked you if you could, and you said yes.”
He weakly kicked at the boy’s broad chest, both hands now gripping the blanket for dear life.
“You're gonna kill me,” he forced out as he looked down at him.
Eijirou was sitting between his legs, situated comfortably on his knees with one hand still pumping his cock. The other was nowhere to be felt.
“Didn't I say I'd make you feel so good that it’d feel like you’re dying?” He taunted, and Katsuki's stomach churned as his leg jerked involuntarily.
Each aftershock of his orgasm mingled with the current pleasure shooting through, and it felt him unable to control his limbs completely. They spasmed without warning, and all he could do was let them.
Hot breath fanned over his rock hard cock, and his eyes rolled back in pleasure. The hot tip of a tongue traced the throbbing vein along the underside of his cock, following it higher until it met the swollen head.
“Mm…” He hummed, and Katsuki pulled on his blankets as another wave of smothering heat washed over him. “You taste so good… I want more of it.” Eijirou moaned, then swirled his tongue around the crimson head as his hand twisted around the base.
“T-Too much.” He whimpered, the muscles in his thighs aching as they tensed. “I-It’s too much. You’re gonna k-kill me, idiot.”
Katsuki chomped down on his tongue when a pair of soft, plush lips curled around the head and sucked. The muffled sound of his scream never leaving his sealed lips from the splintering pain mixed with his pleasure.
Simultaneously, it felt as if he cut his tongue clean off and his cock was engulfed in the hottest, sweetest place it's ever known. No fist could ever hope to compete.
Eijirou's cheeks hollowed as head began to bob, and his leg kicked, the point of his knee just barely missing his face. When he hummed, the vibrations caused his head to push deeper into the mattress, tears rolling freely down his hot cheeks.
One foot pressed against his shoulder, and he pushed down hard, unable to stop his body as it tried to get away from the overwhelming feeling.
“K-Kiri…” He gasped brokenly, choking on his own spit as it pooled in his mouth. “O-Oh my—Fuck. Fuck. Sh-Shit. Shit.”
One of his hands grasped a fistful of crimson locks, and he pulled hard enough to have Eijirou whimper around his cock.
“‘M gonna cum a-again soon." He wheezed.
The burn in his lungs had yet to leave, and the erratic pacing of his breaths made his chest hurt even more. Everything all at once was too much, and it felt like his body would boil to death beneath the heat of the pleasure.
“I-I’m gonna cum.” Katsuki repeated louder, and Eijirou forced his cock deeper into his mouth until the walls of his throat were tightening around the head.
“Oh m-my fuckin’—!”
As if to show off, he swallowed around him, and Katsuki slapped a hand over his own mouth as his hips pushed into the mattress, wanting to get away from his tight throat. But there was nowhere to go. Not when he was chased by an eager mouth.
“Hurts.” He gritted, a deep ache spreading through his body. His muscles cramped painfully more than anything from being tensed for so long. “F-Fuckin’, K-Kirishima—”
The fist around the base of his cock twisted as it bobbed, and Eijirou leaned over his cock as tears brimmed his own eyes.
Forcing himself to look down, Katsuki took in the other’s scarlet face and glistening cheeks. By now, his own sweat has even caused the spikes of his hair to go limp.
“G-God, you look… you look so f-fuckin’ good,” he sobbed, and Eijirou met his gaze as gloss covered his eyes. His voice raised, still muffled by his hand but loud enough to be understandable. “Fuckin’ H-Hell, it hurts. It hurts s-so good.”
The fist around his cock dropped, and his eyes widened when plump lips kissed the base of his cock, burying every inch inside of his throat.
“C-Cum—!”
He released before he could even get the word out again, another powerful wave of pleasure smashing through his body. Despite his best friend being between his legs, he tried his best to shut them and protect himself. A cramp inched up his toes that were curled painfully tight, embedding itself within shaking muscles.
Another loud scream flooded the room, and more vibrations began to thrum through the length of his aching cock as Eijirou gagged and whimpered around him.
“O-Off.” He begged, pulling hard on his crimson locks as he struggled to catch his breath. To come down from the bliss weighing heavy on his heavy, tired limbs.
There was even a sharp ringing in his ears, and he could barely hear his own panting as his head lolled to the side.
“I-I c-can’t fuckin’ ta-ake anymore, Kir-rishim-ma.” He sobbed pathetically, his voice broken up by shaky breaths and deep gasps. “Please… fuckin’, p-please. You’ll kill me. You’ll break me. I can't—!”
Eijirou pulled away from him slowly, and he looked over to him through his blurry, half lidded vision.
“Please.” He whimpered, aftershocks causing his body to tremble and jerk at even the softest bit of contact. Even if it wasn’t his cock, it might as well have been. “I can’t cum again. I-I just… I’m tired.”
His own load was dripping down the corner of the redhead’s mouth, and his face was nearly as red as the hair falling in front of his forehead.
“You're so good for me.” He panted hoarsely. Katsuki felt his eyes begin to close before they snapped open again, exhaust deep inside every inch of his overtuned body. “I wish I could make you cum like that without some dumb quirk.”
He stood up, and vermillion eyes drifted to the front of his uniform pants. There, he noticed that they were soiled. It was obvious as the mess had darkened the light fabric considerably.
“Y-You…” He wordlessly accused, a violent jerk making his body twist the very second a hand brushed his inner thigh.
It felt impossible to finish his statement as a shock jolted through him.
“I… don’t want my first time being with someone to be with you if you’re not thinking straight, Bakugou.” Eijirou smiled softly at him, then immediately tried to cover up the sad tone that had just left his rosy lips. “Besides! I don’t want to hurt you anymore than I already did.”
Katsuki took a deep breath to try and settle the deep burn inside of his chest.
“First times hurt, and if-if you’re like this, it’ll be worse, bro. You know?”
Eijirou looked around the room carefully, then tilted his head as he wiped his mouth with his uniform sleeve.
“And… you don’t like me like that, anyways, right? So, I don’t want you to feel press—”
“Idiot.” He cut him off, and those saddened eyes met his. “I-I wouldn’t have gotten like this for just anyone.”
Did he really think that? That he felt nothing for him even after what they did?
“You said it yourself, man. I’ll never see you like this again.” He reminded him of his words from earlier. “So, I’m sorry if I went too far. I just wanted to hear you scream my name and come undone because of me. I needed it.”
Katsuki curled his finger, motioning him to come forward, to lie on the bed beside him so he could possibly hit him right on the head.
If he could raise his limp arm high enough, that was. Right now, it felt completely numb from his wrist to his bicep.
“Y-Yeah?”
His hand curled around Eijirou’s tie again, and he pulled weakly. Even without any strength behind it, the boy followed. He was careful as he leaned over him, trying not to touch his over sensitive cock with the rough fabric of his pants.
“I meant you’ll never see me this… pathetic.” He corrected himself. “Not that we c-can’t do this again.”
His eyes dropped to the bloody, swollen bottom lip in front of him, and he pulled him closer.
“I… I like you, shitty hair.” He whispered, and those gorgeous but dumb eyes he loved so much widened in surprise. “It’s because I like you that my body reacted so violently without you even touchin’ me. My insides were so hot ‘n tingly, it reflected outside as well.”
“Can I stay then?” Eijirou asked hopefully, missing not even a beat, and Katsuki's lip curled into the beginning of a snarl. “Here with you, that is. Can we… hang out here a little longer?”
“If you left after what we did, I'd fuckin’ kill you.”
Eijirou pressed their lips together, and Katsuki hummed softly as that familiar, fluttering sensation flooded his aching stomach. Though, this time it wasn’t as painful as before.
“I like you too, Bakugou. That’s why I… uh, I got myself off. I couldn’t help it when you looked that good, and I didn't want my first to be like this.” He murmured.
Katsuki chuckled breathlessly. “So chivalrous…” He teased, and the redhead nodded as he tilted his head up to kiss his sweaty forehead.
“Always. That's my thing.” He reminded him, and his eyes rolled despite them being closed. “Go to sleep if you’re tired, Bakugou. I've got you.”
“Yeah, I know you do.”