writetomyheart | [team one] the smell of danger

There was meant to be more to this (hopefully making it less creepy?) but it isn't cooperating and I'm already running late so I'm just going to go ahead and post what I have...the rest of it may show up sometime.

EDIT: I probably should say VERY SLIGHT spoilers for the Two Heroes movie

“Sofa.” Bakugo barks sleepily as Kirishima flops down onto the double bed beside him.

There was no need for a discussion about it when they first arrived at the suite and discovered there was only one bed. It was Bakugo’s invitation, his room, he gets the bed.

Kirishima lolls his head to the side to look pitifully at said sofa. It’s nice enough, but a little too small for him to really get comfortable on. “Just five minutes.” he whines at Bakugo, spreading his limbs across the plush bed that is ample enough for both of them.

Bakugo gives an unimpressed grunt, and after a minute he sighs and gets up. “I need a shower anyway, you’d better have moved by the time I get back.”

He feels strangely disappointed that Bakugo is going to shower and the thought makes his cheeks feel a little warm, he doesn’t avert his eyes though until Bakugo turns away from him, unfastening his waistcoat and tossing it onto the bed, followed by what’s left of his shirt. He risks a glance back towards him when he hears Bakugo make his way to the en-suite, admiring, not for the first time the hard muscle of his back and shoulders, smooth skin taut across it, shimmering slightly from the nights exertions.

And that’s it exactly, why he doesn’t want Bakugo to shower. He admitted to himself some time ago that he likes the way Bakugo smells when he’s sweating, that heady mix of sweet nitroglycerin and manliness. He likes it even more so like this, after a battle, when the burning smell of detonation lingers on his skin, on his clothes.

The fiery red shirt, that he himself picked, catches his eye. The left sleeve is in tatters, the rest of it showing signs of explosion damage too, a little fire damage – because Todoroki’s fire works just as well with Bakugo’s sweat as the boy’s own explosions. The memory has Kirishima biting his lip to hold back a groan. He’s always wondered what the combination of the two of them would be like, how often he’s fantasized about Todoroki's flames dancing along Bakugo’s skin.

He didn’t get his fantasy exactly, but he got to smell the full effect of it, Bakugo’s sweat aflame with Todoroki’s quirk. It’s like he can smell it again, infiltrating his nostrils, thick and cloying in his throat and it makes him feel breathless. He can smell it, because the shredded, sweat-soaked garment is right there, no more than a metre from his face.

He glances at the bathroom door, strains his ears to hear the running water, hesitates just a moment more because he knows how fucked up it is, and then reaches out for it, pulling the shirt closer. He can actually see the damp patches, dying the burgundy cloth even darker, darkest around the underarms but across the back and down the button line too.

The closer he brings it to his face the more ashamed he feels but the stronger Bakugo’s scent is. By the time he has the fabric pressed to his face he feels dizzy with it, both breathless and aroused. One hand moves down to his crotch, pressing hard against himself to alleviate some of the pressure as he inhales deeply again, his head spinning.

He can’t hold back his groan this time, settles for pressing the fabric harder against his face to muffle the sound as it’s torn from him again, his hips thrusting up against his palm before he gives in and shoves his hand into his trousers to wrap around himself properly, He sucks in a rattling gasp at the sensation, curses as he he realises he can taste Bakugo in the mouthful of air – sweet, manly, dangerous – pushing him to the edge of oblivion and he can’t even tell if he’s coming or drowning as his vision fades to black.

And that's team one done unless we're trying to squeeze in another round before re-shuffle! I'll leave it with you captain

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