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“I don’t care how you feel about it, you’re on vacation”, Midoriya shrugged.
Katsuki stared. That damn nerd.
“I’m co-owner, you dumbass, we hold the same authority, you can’t do that.”
“Well, your mom said I could when I told her about your gastritis. I don’t think she would be happy to know you also had to get checked for high blood pressure, and the doctor said you’re at a dangerous limit and that you have to relax.”
Bakugou had thought this was gonna be a great day. He woke up early, got ready on time, had his coffee, and came to work without having to yell at idiots who shouldn't be allowed to drive. He entered his company’s lobby, and then… his ID card didn't work at the turnstile, and no one there came to help him. They all seemed to know something he didn't, and, soon enough, Deku appeared in the elevator, walked towards him, and this idiotic conversation began.
“You can’t block my ID card.”
“As I said, it’s temporary. For a month. Go on vacation, enjoy your time off like a normal human being. My secretary booked your stay at a luxury hotel.”
“I don’t give a fuck! Let me get into my company!”
Midoriya smiled, calm and patient. Katsuki hated that look.
Deku got his phone and put it on speaker as the other person picked up.
“Hi, aunt Mitsuki! How are you?”
“Calling me two days in a row, Izuku? Is there something wrong? Or do you wanna get me spoiled, cause I’ll”
Bakugou ended the call.
“Where is the hotel?”
“Glad you’re so excited. Here are your plane tickets. I’ll send the location to your phone. Just enjoy, and this vacation is all on me.”
“I hate you.”
“Katsuki, I know you love this company as much as I do, and that’s exactly why you can’t get sick. We need each other to achieve our goals, to spark projects, and to draw out the best in our workers. You have to take care of yourself to be able to do that.” Midoriya's voice softened.
Bakugou took the tickets out of his hand and spat a “Fuck you” at the man. He walked out, fuming.
At 34, he had some recent health issues due to the stress of running his own company with his childhood — so-called — friend. Everything was going well, but that's because he took care of everything all the time and prevented any future problems way before they became a problem, but the doctor had called that anxiety. He called it being competent, but whatever.
He hadn’t had a vacation in…
Katsuki blinked, realising he couldn’t even remember. He barely even used sick days, let alone a vacation. Maybe he did need this.
Bakugou prepared his bag and a small suitcase. The island Deku picked was an ordinary tourist destination, and, as it was summer, it was probably in its high season. He scoffed when he noticed the flight was for today, only three hours after the start of his usual shift. Fucking Deku had everything planned out already.
He arrived at his destination when the sun was high in the sky and hailed a taxi to his hotel. Though it was a famous place, he had actually never been there before. The new surroundings made him curious. Through the car window, he spotted some mountains he might hike, but realised he hadn't brought his hiking gear.
He could still buy some new ones here, since Deku said the expenses were on him.
Even if the nerd was right, Bakugou would still take his sweet, sweet revenge one way or another.
The car dropped him off at the hotel, and he looked around. It was fancy. Already packed with people, the reception had a line forming. Bakugou inhaled deeply. This vacation was supposed to calm him down, but already he was losing patience.
He waited some minutes in line to talk to the receptionist, and after giving his information, the man said, “I’m deeply sorry, sir, there appears to have been some sort of mistake. Your room isn’t available right now.”
Bakugou frowned.
“What?”
“Your room is not actually available, somebody might have gotten the reservation wrong. I’m so sorry, sir. We can upgrade your room with no extra costs for you, however, you’d only be able to check in and go to your room after 5 pm.”
Katsuki didn’t need to check his clock to know it wasn’t even 2 pm yet. Bakugou tried to remember something Deku said about not yelling at customer service workers.
“And what am I supposed to do here then?”
“Our island is known for the beautiful beaches and great views, sir! You can download our app or speak with our concierge for recommendations on places to visit while you wait. We’ll be ready for you at precisely 5 pm, I promise, sir.”
Bakugou stopped holding the line and looked around. He found the concierge quickly, not far from the reception. A small woman in uniform with a polite smile was attending to another family. Katsuki sighed. He didn’t really wanna deal with that.
He got his bag and suitcase and started walking. The trip from the airport to the hotel wasn’t long, so he hadn’t had time to see much beyond the mountains. Katsuki started walking in a random direction, taking in the island.
It was small and focused on tourists, but some people made it their home, and there were plenty of locals. The farther he got from the hotel, the simpler the neighbourhood became. But it didn’t seem dirty or dangerous, it was actually more homey and welcoming. Less imposing and, for him, more attractive.
He saw a few markets along the way, bustling with people and a variety of foods he had never tried. Bakugou kept walking. First, it was the smell. Obviously, it was all over the whole island, but the closer he got to the sea, the stronger it became. He heard the sound of the water, and then he saw the beautiful blue waves licking the sand. It was incredibly beautiful, and he kept walking, curious to see the view from the top. Seeing as there were many inns and stores along the way, you'd expect there would be something especially nice about this location.
He reached the top of the hill, and the view of the horizon was splendid. The cerulean of the sea met the cyan of the sky in the distance, and if he looked back at the path he had come from, he could see people enjoying the strip of sand and a part of the city's expanse. It was perfect.
Bakugou saw a small inn right behind him, its front painted a soft red. It had a restaurant on one side and a store on the other. It seemed so cosy, he grew curious. He entered with his bags in hand and saw an old woman at the reception, who smiled at him immediately.
“Welcome, young man! Would you like a room?”
“Is there a vacancy?”
“Yes, absolutely! Do you want me to show you our options?”
Bakugou agreed, and after he confirmed it was only him, the lady went upstairs. “Sorry, we don’t have anyone to carry your bags, my grandson went out to buy something”, she said. He followed her to the top floor, where she showed him a small, simple, but well-organised and comfortable room, ready to welcome him. It had a balcony with hanging plants and a breathtaking view.
The sea went on seemingly forever before him, and from another window, he could see the mountain he wanted to climb far ahead. He breathed, and along with the smell of the sea, he also caught the scent of lavender and cleaning products. The room must have been cleaned recently. The inn was quiet and comfortable.
Since he wanted to relax, why would he need any more?
“I’ll take this room.”
After getting settled in, he went out again to explore the neighbourhood. The inn was more of a bed-and-breakfast place, and he checked the restaurant he'd seen earlier. The woman who took his order looked a lot like the old lady at the inn, and he craned his neck to look at a photo on the wall behind the counter, confirming they were family.
His food took a little while to prepare, but it tasted like a home-cooked meal, with strong seasoning just the way he liked it. Maybe not as spicy as he liked, but most restaurants hardly get that right.
He eats slowly, watching the customers drift through the restaurant, his thoughts following the same rhythm. Perhaps this vacation was indeed a good idea.
The next day, while getting breakfast, he saw a young man taking over the reception while the older lady tended to the kitchen and brought food to customers. When Katsuki finished eating and realised the woman was nowhere to be seen, he walked up to the reception desk.
The man was tall and strong, his cherry-red hair shining in the sunlight streaming through the clear windows. He smiled brightly at Bakugou, and his sharp teeth caught his attention. Katsuki stared for probably longer than necessary, the white teeth framed by full, rosy lips.
“Hi! I’m Kirishima. How can I help you?”
His voice was deep, but his behaviour was friendly, almost like he wasn’t working, but talking with a neighbour. Bakugou thought he saw Kirishima’s eyes checking him out, and got closer to the desk.
“What places would you recommend me to visit?”
“Oh! I actually made a folder for that. Would you like one? I can also send the digital version to your contact information.”
Bakugou took one folder and checked the brief descriptions and pictures of places around the island, but noticed something was missing. There were no restaurants listed.
“Is there a nice restaurant around here where I can get lunch later?”
“Yes! On your left as soon as you walk out, there is a great restaurant, great food, you’ll love it.”
“Yes, I saw, and I already visited the place yesterday.”
“And did you like the food?” the man asked expectantly, and Katsuki arched his eyebrow.
“Do you work there too?”
Kirishima smiled sheepishly.
“Kinda. It’s my mom’s, and I’ve been helping them and grandma for a while.”
“Helping too much. Please just take the day off,” his grandma interrupted, coming out of the kitchen.
“Did I break something?” Kirishima pouted, and Katsuki had to bite back a chuckle.
“No, darling, just have a break. Rest. Your cousin Tetsu can take care of things. Bakugou here has never been to the island, you could show him around. Go out a little,” she said in a soft tone, and a loving hand touched her grandson’s shoulder.
“But”, he tried.
“Eijirou,” the old lady, Hana, said in a firmer voice.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Hana took over the reception desk, and Eijirou accompanied Katsuki out. Bakugou started walking down the hill back to the most agitated parts of the island, only to notice Eijirou walking by his side.
“You don’t have to show me around just because she told you to. I can figure things out on my own.”
“Well, first of all, I do, that’s Granny, and I’m scared of her when she’s angry. Second, maybe it would be fun to do it, unless you'd prefer to go alone? Maybe you’re meeting your girlfriend?”
Bakugou snorted.
“Be more fucking obvious, will ya?”
Kirishima laughed.
“No point in trying to hide if I know I suck at doing it. So, girlfriend?”
“Nope.”
“Boyfriend?” Kirishima smiled.
“Do you flirt with every one of your customers?”
“Just the hot ones.”
Bakugou stopped walking and looked Eijirou dead in the eyes. Looked the man up and down, appreciating the tone of his skin and the muscles beneath it.
“No boyfriend. Not anymore.”
“Cool, cool. Would you like me to be your guide, Bakugou?”
“Fine.”
Kirishima smiled. He started showing the way to the commercial neighbourhood, the natural market, and vendors lining up the streets with all types of food, clothes, and craftwork. He could barely walk around. Everyone started talking to him, asking about his mothers and grandma. When Bakugou went to buy something, the price would always drop the moment the vendor realised he was with Kirishima. Well, he wasn’t going to complain about that.
“Hey, Kiri! When are you going back? Or did you finally decide to come back for good?” A woman around Kirishima’s age asked, smiling.
“No, Mina, I’m here for a while more, I guess. I’ll go back soon.”
She grunted, frustrated.
"The island isn't the same without you, you know?"
“Love you too.” Eijirou smiled, but it was a bit strained.
They kept walking for a while as Katsuki ate a small piece of cake he bought at a few stalls down. Kirishima was quieter after that, and though Katsuki feigned nonchalance, he was actually a bit curious.
“Go back?” He prompted.
Kirishima rubbed his neck and kept looking ahead.
“I grew up here with my family, but I moved to the mainland for college.”
Bakugou let the silence linger for a while, and Kirishima spoke again.
“I graduated a couple of months ago and came back to help granny with the inn and my moms with the restaurant. It was supposed to be a short visit, but I stayed longer.”
“And you wanna move back for good? Seems like people would be happier if you did.”
“I love them, I do. I just wanna work as a PE teacher, and there’s only one school around here. I just… I want more, you know? But… I think I was scared of joining the workforce. I don’t know, I guess it just felt too real too soon. Like I’d have to be a full adult now.”
“And you aren’t?”
“I’m… a half adult.”
“A half adult?”
Kirishima laughed, but then stopped and sighed.
“I think I’m just scared, but I won’t hide for much longer. I just need a bit more time. Sorry for dumping all this on you. I think maybe talking with a stranger helps, you know?”
“I get it. Take your time.” Katsuki shrugged.
“What about you? Enjoying vacation here?”
“Yeah. Against my will.”
“What? How?”
“My idiot business partner forced me to take a vacation because apparently he thinks I don't know how to take care of myself.”
Kirishima laughed.
“Well, you’re having fun though, right?”
Katsuki paused, realising what the honest answer was.
“Yeah, I guess. Maybe I was overworking and stressing myself out.”
“Wow, you’re an accomplished businessman, and I probably sound dumb with that talk about being scared, right?” He looked away.
Katsuki frowned.
“No. I think you just needed time, and you respected that. Respecting your body and the boundaries your brain gives you is actually pretty brave. Better than getting sick or burning yourself out.”
“Thanks. I hope you enjoy your time here,” Kirishima smiled, and Bakugou couldn’t help but stare.
Kirishima didn’t accompany him out on the second day, though he had lunch with Bakugou at his mom's. Katsuki thought the third day would be the same, but Kirishima approached him while he watched the sunset across the street from the inn.
“There’s a festival tonight. Our yearly summer festival, actually. Do you wanna come? With me?”
“Your grandma told you to invite me?” Katsuki snorted.
“No, I wanted to.”
Katsuki looked at him. The red, pink, and orange of the sunset against the sky reflected on the sea and on Kirishima’s skin. His smile was shy, and his eyes expectant, a look no one could avoid seeing as adorable. He searched every part of himself for a no but didn’t find it.
“Okay.” Katsuki’s voice came out softer than he expected.
Kirishima smiled brightly.
“I’ll see you at 8 then. Bye!”
Eijirou knocked on his door at precisely 8. Katsuki would never admit he had been ready for a while. He absolutely wasn’t waiting for Kirishima to show up, pretending to check his social media while keeping an ear on the door.
Kirishima’s clothes were an atrocious combination of pink and red, but his bulging biceps made up for it. The festival was close to the market they visited the other day, but now they had music, even more food, and dancing. The night sky cast a different vibe over the island that Katsuki had not seen yet. He was enjoying it now.
Kirishima was by his side, making sure to point out everything and tell him to try every food they saw.
The younger man was full of energy and still talked to everyone in that same friendly way, but Bakugou noticed he never drifted too far from him. He kept close, and his eyes kept returning to him, focused on making Katsuki try the food, see the views, and check out the handcrafted items.
Well, Bakugou doesn't usually enjoy summer flings, but he was starting to feel like making an exception for Kirishima. He didn’t disguise the interest in his eyes, but never acted on it outright. He made it obvious without invading Katsuki’s space, as if he were waiting for a sign, waiting to be allowed to touch.
It was cute. And this mere thought made Bakugou realise he would be being silly if he didn’t let Kirishima.
They lingered a little longer before heading back to the inn, but Katsuki pulled Kirishima toward him in the middle of the path. Even so, Eijirou still waited, frozen. Bakugou almost laughed, but didn’t want to sound too mean, so he put his hand on Eijirou’s cheek, looking at his lips blatantly.
Kirishima’s eyes widened before he met Katsuki’s lips with his own. The kiss was soft at first, but Katsuki held him tighter and fitted his lips to Eijirou’s like a puzzle. Eijirou’s hand on his waist was a welcome, bold surprise. The touch was gentle and careful at first, then strong, pulling his body toward the other man’s. They stayed kissing, discovering each other’s mouths.
Katsuki moved away from him before they could get too carried away in public. Kirishima kept his hands on Bakugou’s waist, looking at him like he wasn't done yet. Like he needed more.
Bakugou did too.
“I didn’t think… you wanted me too,” Eijirou whispered, looking at his lips.
“How much more obvious did you want me to be?” Katsuki snapped.
“That was you being obvious?” He retorted.
Katsuki rolled his eyes. Well, maybe he wasn't being that obvious.
Kirishima didn’t know him, so he didn’t know that going out with him was proof enough of his interest. If he didn’t want the other man, he wouldn’t waste time with him at all.
Eijirou laughed, but didn’t provoke him anymore. He reluctantly removed his hands from his waist, looking Katsuki’s body up and down, the desire calmer but still burning in his eyes.
“You said you liked hiking, right? Would you like to go on a trail with me tomorrow?”
“I don’t have anything. I didn’t plan on this trip, as you know.”
“I have everything we need, don’t worry. Do you want to go?”
Once again, not a single part of Katsuki wanted to say no to him, so he accepted. They finally went back to the inn, and Eijirou stole a kiss on the doorstep like a lovesick romance-movie protagonist. Katsuki couldn’t say that bothered him.
He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow and awoke to the sun's rays the next day. While he didn’t have his hiking gear, he did pack some clothes for exercising and for his morning runs, so that was taken care of. As someone who liked to organise and plan everything, it was weird to show up with only his own clothes and the most necessary things. Still, he packed a small bag with some essentials and was out the door to meet with Eijirou.
Kirishima was hugging his grandma when Katsuki got down the stairs, and the woman stared at Katsuki with a knowing smile when he followed Kirishima. Bakugou didn’t know how to interpret that, so he just kept walking. Eijirou drove him through the city this time, and Katsuki enjoyed the view of the sea. Or tried to.
He kept getting distracted by Eijirou driving, his hand firm on the wheel. The veins on his forearms. The way he smiles so easily whenever their eyes meet.
It was a bit less than an hour when they got to the base of a mountain. There was no one else around, and the privacy was exactly what Katsuki wanted when hiking. They started walking and going up the trail, Kirishima talking about everything and anything. Katsuki just listened. He was surprised that the constant noise didn’t bother him. He usually wouldn't even listen to music when hiking or running, enjoying the quiet instead. But if he was being honest, Kirishima’s voice mixed with the nature surrounding them was more peaceful than any other silent hike.
Katsuki’s legs burned just the way he liked when they started getting close to the top. From here, they already have a great view of the ocean touching the horizon far beyond.
“Hey, there’s something I wanna show you,” Kirishima called before going off-trail.
Katsuki followed him for around 20 minutes before he got to the most beautiful waterfall he had ever seen in his life.
“It’s breathtaking, isn’t it?” Kirishima asked, looking at his awed face. “There’s more.”
They left their things under a tree before entering the small lake that formed around the waterfall. Eijirou went in only his underwear, but Katsuki also kept his shirt on for now. Eijirou swam towards the waterfall, beckoning Katsuki after him. The heavy pressure of the water hit his back as he swam, and then a gorgeous cavern opened up before his eyes, hidden by the curtain of water in front.
The sunlight carried in from outside, but the cavern remained mostly dark, an alluring sort of dark blue under the water. Eijirou held his hand and pulled him in before kissing Katsuki. He didn’t hesitate as much this time.
The waterfall was a soft lullaby in their ears as the kiss deepened. The younger man’s lips became bolder as their touch became hotter. Katsuki had no reason to pretend he didn’t want this too, eager for Kirishima in a way he hadn’t been in quite some time for anybody.
He touches the taller man, feeling his strong muscles and fine hair under his hands.
Kirishima hugs Bakugou against his body and pushes his tongue inside his mouth. His desire is obvious in the way he holds Katsuki. The big hands around his slim hips are firm and tight.
Katsuki holds Eijirou’s face in his hands, kissing back the same way. Maybe he hadn’t realised or was just hiding and lying to himself about how much he wanted him, he didn't know. But now there was no denying it. Not seeing the way he was wet between his legs — and the river had nothing to do with it. Not with the way his clit pulsed just thinking about that tongue on his other lips.
They were a mess of hands and touches, travelling through each other’s bodies over the wet clothes, hidden away by the cavern and the water curtain. Their movements grew more erotic, their hips fitting together like a puzzle, humping shamelessly. Katsuki felt Eijirou’s dick hardening against his pussy and gasped, holding him tighter.
Kirishima’s hand went to his thigh, his grip on the edge of hurting. His finger drew a path from outside to the inside, his touch lighter now, hesitating. Slowly, too slow, his thumb made circles close to where Katsuki was the hottest, wettest. Waiting. Asking permission again, like Katsuki clinging to him like a sloth on a tree branch wasn’t enough for him to understand what the older man wanted.
Katsuki lost his patience, taking Eijirou’s hand to where he wanted, making him cup his sex over the underwear, and went back to pulling on his hair. Eijirou got the message and shoved his hand inside Bakugou's briefs at once, the touch hot and a bit clumsy in his eagerness. Kirishima pushed him against the stone and didn’t stop the kiss when his finger parted Katsuki’s folds, collecting his juices before going up to his clit.
The sensation sent pleasure up his spine, and Bakugou gasped against Kirishima’s mouth. Eijirou started slowly, carefully, figuring out Katsuki’s body with ease, touching him just the way he liked. Kirishima soon pushed a finger inside him, pumping it against velvet soft walls, and Katsuki circled his hips against his hand, wanting more of the touch.
Kirishima pushed a second finger in, moving faster now. The lascivious noise between their bodies got higher along with Bakugou’s gasps. Kirishima swallowed all the noises made by him, not stopping their kiss for a second, even when their tongues danced outside of their mouths.
The fluttering of his walls around his fingers, the pumping of his arm inside Katsuki’s pants wasn’t a sound neither was too worried about quietening.
Katsuki’s ecstasy got higher and higher, the pleasure consuming his body gradually before it peaked. He came on Eijirou’s hand, biting his lip with a grunt of pleasure as Kirishima dragged the heel of his palm against his clit. The orgasm left his legs shaking, his breathing erratic. He kissed Eijirou again, not feeling like he was done here.
However, they heard voices outside, past the waterfall. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but knew they would probably stop here. A shame. Katsuki was planning on coming again and shouting his pleasure in the form of Eijirou’s name behind the protection of the water curtain. The voices outside broke the spell, and Bakugou inhaled deeply. It had been a while since the last time he indulged like this.
“Shit, I think there’s somebody here.” Eijirou voiced Katsuki’s thoughts.
He gently removed his fingers from inside Katsuki, holding his hips instead. Bakugou looked at him in the dark of the cavern, the water almost to their chests. When Eijirou kissed him one more time, briefly, he could feel the smile on the man’s lips.
“Should we go back home?”
‘Back home’ sounded amazing on his lips, but Katsuki tried not to think too much about why hearing it like that made his heart flutter.
“Yeah,” he murmured.
Katsuki and Eijirou swam back to where their clothes were, trying not to awkwardly look at the other couple there. He thought about not saying anything, but teasing Kirishima would be too fun not to do.
“So the waterfall is a famous spot, huh?”
Eijirou blushed, and Katsuki chuckled.
“Well, erm, kinda. I hadn’t been there before, well, not like we did, I mean”
“It’s fine. It’s a really beautiful place,” Katsuki put him out of his misery.
They go a bit in silence until Kirishima stops suddenly and looks to the side. There’s a small trail barely there.
“You know… I can take you somewhere nobody ever goes.”
“It’s fine, Eijirou, I was just teasing.”
“No, I really wanna. It’s my secret spot, can I take you there?” Eijirou offers his hand, and Katsuki takes it.
At first, he thinks the hand was just a kindness, a gesture, but quickly realises he needs Eijirou’s support to follow that trail. They get to a point where they can’t go side by side anymore, but still help each other up. There’s no more trail as far as Bakugou can tell.
He starts asking himself if he’s being dumb by trusting this guy, whom he’s known for a few days — who knows he’s travelling alone and is now taking him up an unknown mountain.
“We’re almost there. Gonna be worth it, I promise,” Kirishima smiles.
Katsuki shakes his head and keeps going.
A few more minutes later, Eijirou puts his hands on his waist proudly and looks back at Katsuki, who is still fighting with a tree branch to get up on the stone the other man is on. Kirishima offers his hand and helps pull Katsuki up, and then—
Bakugou gaped. He is used to hiking, to the fresh smell of mountains, to the splendid dawn, to a vast expanse of green, to beautiful views. Nothing compares to this one, though. It's absolutely breathtaking.
Under them, the mountain meets the sea, green and blue kissing like old lovers. Far ahead on the left, they can see the shore, people enjoying the beach, playing and having fun as if nothing else matters. If he tries a bit harder, he can see the busy city, the luxurious part of the island with the fancy hotels.
“I used to come here when I needed time to myself. It’s my spot,” Kirishima explained, voice soft like he wants to respect the solemnity of the nature around them.
“It’s stunning,” Katsuki says honestly.
There is no other word for it. The view is stunning. They spend some time there, silently, just looking as if speaking would disturb it somehow.
Katsuki is not sure how long they spend there, but they go back when they realise the sun is starting to set. Going back is not easier on that fucked up trail, but they manage to get down before night fully falls.
Bakugou showers and goes to sleep peacefully, his mind numb and body exhausted.
It’s three days later, after he had dinner with Kirishima in a new restaurant, and he hears someone knocking at his door. Katsuki knows who it is. In fact, he invited him.
After fingering Katsuki under the waterfall, Kirishima went back to his normal behaviour, as though nothing had happened. Bakugou worried he might not be interested anymore or something like that. However, he then remembered how Eijirou would ask before doing anything, how he would always hesitate before touching, and realised what the real problem was.
When they got back to the inn, Katsuki said he had something to give Eijirou after he finished helping his mothers, as he'd said he would.
As soon as he opened the door, Kirishima smiled at him. That sunny and heart-stopping smile of his. Bakugou’s shame and self-control flew out the window. Katsuki pulled him in, locked the door, and met Kirishima’s lips. The kiss was hungry.
Kirishima stood there frozen and stunned for a second before kissing back with the same hunger. Their roving hands met arms, shoulders, neck, and any skin they could get a hold of. Bakugou pressed his lips to Kirishima's, savouring his taste. He gripped the other man by the neck, running his fingers through his fiery red hair.
Their tongues started a rhythmic dance as soon as they made contact. A provocative slide of one against the other, a promise of something more without any other interruptions this time. Katsuki felt Kirishima’s hands going down his waist to his hips, holding him tighter against the other’s body. Eijirou pushed his leg in between Katsuki’s, and the older man felt the increased pressure on his groin.
He wanted to feel him without all the clothes on, and wanted to feel Eijirou’s tongue on his clit. But he couldn’t stop kissing Eijirou to take his clothes off, couldn’t stop kissing to go to bed. He started humping his leg, desperate for the phantom pressure where he needed him the most. It had been too long since he had been so horny with anyone.
Kirishima bit Katsuki’s lip, his sharp teeth sending a thrill up his spine. Bakugou could feel his cock against his hip, hardening as Kirishima humped back. They circled against each other, too horny to think for a second. Bakugou didn’t want to get away from Kirishima for even a minute, even if it meant doing things over their clothes.
Eijirou squeezed Bakugou's butt, forcing him to move faster, grinding against his leg deliciously. The kiss intensified, their tongues frantically clashing as their bodies seemed glued together. It was only when Eijirou started kissing Katsuki’s neck that he got a break to breathe and think. He started taking off his shirt, undoing the buttons, but the sting of a bite on his skin distracted him again. Katsuki gasped before going back to his shirt faster now.
Bakugou pulled Kirishima’s shirt up, the other man helping clumsily. Katsuki touched Eijirou’s chest, squeezing the muscle of his tits before dragging his fingers down his abs. Katsuki focused on his pants as Kirishima went back to Katsuki’s neck and shoulders, kissing and biting the skin like he was savouring it. The older man opened his pants and pulled down his underwear enough so Kirishima’s cock could spring free. His mouth started salivating as soon as he saw it.
Katsuki kissed his shoulders softly before dropping to his knees in front of Kirishima. His fat dick bobbed in front of him, hardening even more. Bakugou held him, following the veins up to the head, touching the slit gingerly. Eijirou gasped at the first lick. Katsuki kept stimulating the rest while he kissed the tip, licking and sucking. It was almost more for his own pleasure than Eijirou’s.
Katsuki moved on his cock, swallowing as much as he could. Kirishima held his hair gently, just wanting something to hold on to. Bakugou felt the weight of his cock on his tongue, the head hitting the back of his throat, the salty taste of his skin. He could see the effort Kirishima was making not to thrust into his mouth and smiled internally. He could give Eijirou something to fuck.
Bakugou got back up, and Eijirou wasted no time in getting him on the bed. Kirishima helped Katsuki take off his own pants, the fabric sliding down his legs, exposing Katsuki’s intimacy. Eijirou’s hands squeezed Katsuki’s thighs like he was holding back. Katsuki sat up and kissed him before guiding Kirishima to his pussy, “C’mon, do it.”
Kirishima pushed two fingers in at once, his movements slow but strong, stretching Bakugou to take him.
“I didn’t bring a condom,” Eijirou said.
His fingers curved up, searching for Katsuki’s sensitive spot.
“It's fine with me. I'm clean. You?” Katsuki replied, looking into his eyes.
“Yeah.”
He moved deeper, scissoring Bakugou’s pussy. Katsuki gasped when he crooked his fingers, his legs drawing close, and Eijirou fingering faster until he had Bakugou moaning. Kirishima pulled his digits free and licked them, tasting him.
He held his cock and stroked it once, twice, before pushing it inside slowly.
“Fuck,” Eijirou moaned.
Katsuki could feel his pussy gripping Eijirou tight, squeezing his cock like his life depended on it. He wanted to relax, but his body wasn’t obeying him. He was so horny it was like his pussy wanted to swallow Eijirou and keep him inside. His juices were dripping from his hole, probably leaving a wet spot on the bed already.
Kirishima moved slowly, pulling out and pushing back in again, deeper each time, making way for himself inside Katsuki. Eijirou’s hips finally met Katsuki’s, and they both exhaled their pleasure, kissing once more.
The softness of their kiss was over as soon as Eijirou thrust the first time. He started fucking Bakugou, his hips moving fast and deep inside him. Bakugou gripped the sheets on the bed. He opened his legs more to welcome the intrusion. Kirishima’s thick cock pushed inside again and again.
He panted and moaned on his dick while Eijirou kept chanting how good it felt, how tight he was. Katsuki tried kissing him to quiet their noise, though there was nothing he could do about their hips. Their skin met brutally, echoing in the small room. For someone who kept waiting to be allowed to touch this whole time, he wasn’t hesitating anymore. Not a second thought seemed to cross his mind. Kirishima just focused on giving Katsuki the pounding of his life, ruining his pussy for anyone else.
Katsuki grabbed Eijirou’s ass with one hand and his neck with the other. He held him against his body, feeling his pleasure spike. His pussy kept tightening around him, spasming as he felt his climax closer. Bakugou moved together with Eijirou as he came, his slick flowing like a fountain of clear water against his body.
Eijirou followed soon, coming deep inside and fucking him hard. Katsuki could feel his muscles under his hand, the power of that strong body moving against Bakugou. They breathed close together in the aftermath. Kirishima pulled out slowly, and Katsuki groaned, feeling the fluids on his body.
Kirishima rested his forehead against Bakugou's chest, and when their breathing had calmed down, he looked up at the older man.
“Wanna shower?” He kissed Katsuki’s skin as he waited for the answer.
Bakugou knew they would not be grabbing a quick shower and be done. And that’s exactly why he agreed to it. Kirishima kept holding him on the way to the bathroom and inside. Keeping a hand on his waist, on his back. And soon, under the water, those hands found his hips, turned him around, and Katsuki felt Eijirou’s cock once more.
Katsuki’s last day on the island was approaching fast. From how tense Kirishima seemed sometimes, he knew it, too.
Today, they enjoyed their fanciest date yet. A fine restaurant atop a tall building, with a beautiful view of the island. The food was good enough, though expensive, but the place was really worth it.
After they ate, Kirishima brought him to the rooftop terrace, an open observation deck from where they could see the lights and the nighttime view of the place. He kept an arm around Bakugou’s waist. Kirishima pulled him closer and kissed Katsuki, softly, slowly. A tame kiss in the public space, though they were alone there right now.
Katsuki kissed back, but his hand tightened on the railing. He couldn’t stop thinking about the little time they had.
He really wasn't one for summer flings, after all.
However, when he opened his mouth to speak, Eijirou beat him to it.
“You go back in three days, right?” he murmured.
“Yeah.”
“That's cool. Cause I was thinking about showing you my apartment, and since you still have some free time after going back…” he let it hang in the air.
Katsuki frowned. He didn’t want to get his hopes up.
“What?”
“I talked to a friend of mine, and the school he works at needs a PE teacher. I did an online interview, and I start next month. I’m coming back to the mainland, and I’d love it if you still wanted to date me back there.”
“Date you?” Katsuki arched an eyebrow, pretending his heart didn’t flutter.
“I mean… what do you call what we've been doing?”
Katsuki rolled his eyes. They could call it many things. He wasn’t expecting this at all, but he could admit he was happy with the news.
“Okay, I will,” he said, “Congratulations on the job, Eijirou.”
Katsuki knew what it really meant after all their conversations.
Bakugou kissed him again. Without the pressure of their time together coming to a close, the kiss was sweeter, slower. Katsuki’s hand released the railing and held Kirishima, without a second thought about it being their last kiss. Actually, it might just be one of their firsts.