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writetomyheart2019-12-16 11:04 pm
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[team three] wandering
I'm so sorry, this totally slipped my mind! I had big plans for this but I should really just get something posted!!
The tips of Kirishimas fingers wander along his inseam but Bakugo keeps his eyes ahead of him, trying to focus on the shitty movie. It's been getting increasingly difficult though, with the way Kirishima's fingers have been getting increasingly bolder over the last half an hour.
Bakugo clicks his tongue eventually, giving up on the movie - it's not like he picked it anyway. "Horny fucker" he chides, giving up trying not to react to Kirishima's touches, despite the way he's been hard since the first brush against his knee.
Kirishima doesn't deny it, and the sheepish expression on his face confirms he was thinking exactly what Bakugo thought he was thinking.
Now that the cats out of the bag, Kirishima gives up the pretence of idle touches, his palm flattening against Bakugo's thigh and moving steadily up. Bakugo reaches out for it, pulling it away before it reaches where he's already twitching for attention, but with his other hand he reaches for Kirishima's hair, tugging him closer.
He's ready to go, physically he is, and it's not like he's fucking nervous or anything, but this is all still pretty new and he's not quite used to the fluttering feeling in his stomach, or the unfamiliar pull of arousal that Kirishima's fingers stir, low in his abdomen.
Kirishima's lips he's a little more familiar with, first felt the press of them against his months ago, right after Kamino. He put it down to Kirishima being high on adrenaline, to him being high on the feeling of freedom, put it down to the way their hands still grasped each other's long after they had landed.
And that's all it was, just a product of the heat of the moment. That's all it was the time after, after Kirishima's fight with Rappa, that's all it was after that, after a particularly tough sparring session, or a particularly tough study session, or just a long day, a slow evening.
That's all it was until two weeks ago, as they lay on Bakugo's bed, homework sprawled across the floor, forgotten as their mouths moved together, and Kirishima's fingers had started wandering.
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The tips of Kirishimas fingers wander along his inseam but Bakugo keeps his eyes ahead of him, trying to focus on the shitty movie. It's been getting increasingly difficult though, with the way Kirishima's fingers have been getting increasingly bolder over the last half an hour.
Bakugo clicks his tongue eventually, giving up on the movie - it's not like he picked it anyway. "Horny fucker" he chides, giving up trying not to react to Kirishima's touches, despite the way he's been hard since the first brush against his knee.
Kirishima doesn't deny it, and the sheepish expression on his face confirms he was thinking exactly what Bakugo thought he was thinking.
Now that the cats out of the bag, Kirishima gives up the pretence of idle touches, his palm flattening against Bakugo's thigh and moving steadily up. Bakugo reaches out for it, pulling it away before it reaches where he's already twitching for attention, but with his other hand he reaches for Kirishima's hair, tugging him closer.
He's ready to go, physically he is, and it's not like he's fucking nervous or anything, but this is all still pretty new and he's not quite used to the fluttering feeling in his stomach, or the unfamiliar pull of arousal that Kirishima's fingers stir, low in his abdomen.
Kirishima's lips he's a little more familiar with, first felt the press of them against his months ago, right after Kamino. He put it down to Kirishima being high on adrenaline, to him being high on the feeling of freedom, put it down to the way their hands still grasped each other's long after they had landed.
And that's all it was, just a product of the heat of the moment. That's all it was the time after, after Kirishima's fight with Rappa, that's all it was after that, after a particularly tough sparring session, or a particularly tough study session, or just a long day, a slow evening.
That's all it was until two weeks ago, as they lay on Bakugo's bed, homework sprawled across the floor, forgotten as their mouths moved together, and Kirishima's fingers had started wandering.
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