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[team sonic] proof
Starting words from Tuesday
Bakugo/Kirishima;NC-17;~1800 words
"I've had better days if I'm honest." Kirishima finally admits. Bakugo knew there was something wrong with him the moment he arrived, but the fact that he arrived alone says it's relationship trouble again and Bakugo just can't deal with that shit. "We had a fight" he continues, as though that weren't obvious enough, but his voice sounds more resigned than upset so it can't have been too serious. "He said we're over."
Bakugo masks his surprise with another sip of fiery amber whisky as Ashido croons. "Aww sweetie, it's not the first time he's said it, you always work it out."
"Yeah" Kirishima agrees but it's in that same resigned tone. "I just...I don't know if I want to this time. All we seem to do is fight...it's exhausting."
He takes another longer sip as he processes that. They're actually breaking up this time? For real? Is this his chance?
"Honestly, I'm glad to hear it." Pikachu pipes in. "He's a douchebag, you deserve someone that treats you better."
Kirishima sighs but there's half a smile in it, and then he lets out a soft chuckle. "Well it would be nice to find someone that actually reciprocates when I blow him."
"You can suck a dick with those shark teeth?" Bakugo blurts out without even thinking, which he'll blame on the whisky. He's just thankful it comes across as an insult rather than the genuine question it is. It's something Bakugo has wondered for a long time, since back in their days at U.A as he stroked himself beneath his sheets, Kirishima asleep just the other side of the wall. He's spent many a night since then wondering, nitroglycerin slick hand stroking slowly as he pictured Kirishima on his knees, those huge fucking doe eyes looking up at him as he swallowed around Bakugo's dick.
"Dude." Kirishima says with a grin, pulling Bakugo back to the moment. "Blowjobs are like my speciality."
Ok. Wow. Bakugo takes another sip of his drink to fill the silence as he takes that in. What's he supposed to say to that? Thanks for confirming one of my favourite fantasies? Shit, he has to say something though. "Bullshit." he says on autopilot, his stock response to any of their wild claims. But then he berates himself because why should he even fucking care?
Kirishima just grins more wickedly and Bakugo feels his cheeks flushing, maybe he'll blame that on the whisky too, but Kirishima should not be allowed to look so devilishly enticing. "What? You want proof?"
Bakugo chokes on thin air and that seems enough of an answer for Denki who whoops and high fives Sero. It's Sero that speaks though, smug bastard "Didn't I always say Bakugo had a thing for him?"
"Fuck off." Bakugo snaps but the ferocity is ruined by the way his cheeks burn and his "I do not." comes way too late. "And no I don't need fucking proof..."
"He didn't ask if you needed it, he asked if you wanted it." Denki says, his voice as smug as Sero's and Bakugo remembers exactly how much he hates these idiots.
To his mortification, it's Kirishima that speaks next, shuffling closer to him on the sofa. "Do you Katsuki? Do you want me to suck your dick?" He's tipsy, and probably just joking, but Bakugo can't deny there's something incredibly arousing about hearing such filthy words in Kirishima's sultry tone.
He tries to turn it around, to take the heat off him by asking "You're the one that suggested it, are you that hungry for my dick?".
But his plan backfires when Kirishima shrugs. "I mean I've kind of always been curious...you never talk about your sex life..."
That doesn't answer anything but the intention is clear enough in the way his hand lands on Bakugo's leg, in the way he sucks his lip into his mouth as the hand slides slowly up his thigh.
"Do it." Sero goads giddily.
Ashido hums, the sound trailing off into a groan. "Well fuck if this isn't the hottest thing I'll ever see."
"The fuck?" Bakugo splutters. "Not out here with you fucking losers watching."
"See you do want it." Denki exclaims as Ashido says far more breezily.
"Honey, please, you think we wouldn't just follow and spy on you anyway?"
His outraged response is cut off by Kirishima's warm hand on his jaw, turning Bakugo's head back to face him. His other hand is still burning against Bakugo's thigh but his attention is drawn back to Kirishima's mouth as he asks, voice a low rumble. "Do you want it Katsuki?"
Oh god he wants it, has wanted it for a long time. He's hard already, a small patch of moisture against his leg from Kirishima's words alone, but is it really a good idea? This whole conversation has been insane and yet what if Kirishima gets back with Shindo anyway? What if this is his only chance? How much will he regret turning down his only chance to feel Kirishima's lips around him. "Whatever." he huffs eventually but Kirishima's smile says he hears it for the confirmation it is.
Without another word, Kirishima slides to the floor, hands pressing Bakugo's thighs apart to shuffle between them. Bakugo drains his glass and slams it on the side table, arms folding to hide the way they're shaking slightly. And then Kirishima is leaning down, peeling up his tank top to kiss his abs beneath it.
He can't repress his shudder at the feeling of Kirishima's warm lips on his skin, or his soft gasp when Kirishima's hand trails down, stroking his length through his jeans. Shit, it already feels too good. The way his head is spinning has nothing to do with the drink, but Kirishima has barely fucking touched him. The last thing he wants is to come before Kirishima even blows him. "I don't need fucking foreplay." he grunts. "Just get on with it."
"But that's half the fun." Kirishima protests, even as he relents and leans back enough to open Bakugo's jeans and inch them down enough to free his dick. The heat of his skin feels incredible as Kirishima wraps a hand around his length, a few slow strokes as he stretches his jaw and runs his tongue over his lips.
It's nothing compared to the feeling of Kirishima's lips on the head of his cock, to his tongue darting out to swipe away the bead of moisture already gathering in the slit. And then his lips part and he swallows Bakugo down.
Bakugo's head tips back, teeth gritted to bite back the moan that wants to tear from his throat.
Fuck it's good. It's better than Bakugo even imagined. It's hot and slick, tongue working against the underside as he slides down and down and Bakugo feels like he's drowning.
He lifts his head to look, to watch as Kirishima's lips meet his pubic hair and the sight pulls out a low groan. Fuck. This is happening. This is real. His dick is literally in Kirishima's fucking throat and it’s so fucking perfect it’s overwhelming.
Bakugo can feel the way his throat tightens around his head as Kirishima's tongue works over the shaft, a low hum vibrating it. And fuck, it's too much. He's going to fucking come down Kirishima's throat.
His hand moves to Kirishima's head, fingers knotting into his ponytail as Bakugo moans and he can't even tell if he's pulling or pushing or just holding on as heat pools in his gut far too soon.
His moan sounds far too relieved as Kirishima slides off him again just in time, but then Kirishima looks up at him, passion and desire in those huge fucking eyes and just the way it makes his dick tense is enough. He's done.
"Fuck." Bakugo gasps as he tears his gaze away but it's too late, he can't hold it back, and just like that he's coming. White spurts over his tank top and jeans as his dick bobs uselessly in thin air, Kirishima's hand still slack around the base.
He pulls his hands up to cover his face in shame, hiding how utterly embarrassed he is at his pathetic display of stamina, but it's just quiet for the longest time.
"Was that even a minute?" Denki asks in surprise.
"I don't think it was even thirty seconds." Sero says. "Dude must have some wicked skills."
"Fuck off." Bakugo snaps, refusing to open his eyes. "It's just because I've been drinking."
"You've had like one glass of whisky." Denki points out. "Besides drink usually makes you last longer... maybe you should have drunk more..."
"Leave him alone." Ashido says but there's a hint of a smile in her voice. Kirishima says nothing and Bakugo can't stand it. He has to open his eyes.
Kirishima looks a mixed of stunned and confused and Bakugo is certain he's fucked up any chance he had. Fuck it, he can't make the situation any worse though right? He's sitting covered in his own come after ruining the blowjob he's been dreaming of since high-school by blowing his load almost instantly.
"It's because I've been fucking in love with you for seven years." He snaps more angrily than Kirishima deserves and he hates that Kirishima's wide eyed gaze gets wider but that he still doesn't say anything. He was wrong, this is worse. "Fuck, whatever, take off your fucking pants, I'm not one of those assholes that doesn't give it back."
It's only when he lunges forward off the sofa, his own pants still wrapped awkwardly around his thighs that Kirishima speaks, backing away from him. "You're in love with me?" Fuck, he shouldn't have said love, he does, but it was probably too far. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because by the time I knew you were into guys you were already bouncing in and out of relationships with other fucking extras and then you moved to Osaka and back and I just never found the right time or the right way to tell you." He vents. Seven years of frustration coming out in the worst of ways.
"I mean" Kirishima says with a half smile. "As far as confessions go this one is pretty epic."
"Don't you make fun of me too." Bakugo demands, hurt. "Just let me fucking blow you back and we can forget this ever happened."
Bakugo ignores Denki's stage-whispered. "I am never forgetting this" in favour of Kirishima's soft voice as he helps Bakugo back into his pants and some semblance of modesty.
"Not yet. Come back to my place, we'll talk all this out and if you still want to, then you can blow me."
Bakugo/Kirishima;NC-17;~1800 words
"I've had better days if I'm honest." Kirishima finally admits. Bakugo knew there was something wrong with him the moment he arrived, but the fact that he arrived alone says it's relationship trouble again and Bakugo just can't deal with that shit. "We had a fight" he continues, as though that weren't obvious enough, but his voice sounds more resigned than upset so it can't have been too serious. "He said we're over."
Bakugo masks his surprise with another sip of fiery amber whisky as Ashido croons. "Aww sweetie, it's not the first time he's said it, you always work it out."
"Yeah" Kirishima agrees but it's in that same resigned tone. "I just...I don't know if I want to this time. All we seem to do is fight...it's exhausting."
He takes another longer sip as he processes that. They're actually breaking up this time? For real? Is this his chance?
"Honestly, I'm glad to hear it." Pikachu pipes in. "He's a douchebag, you deserve someone that treats you better."
Kirishima sighs but there's half a smile in it, and then he lets out a soft chuckle. "Well it would be nice to find someone that actually reciprocates when I blow him."
"You can suck a dick with those shark teeth?" Bakugo blurts out without even thinking, which he'll blame on the whisky. He's just thankful it comes across as an insult rather than the genuine question it is. It's something Bakugo has wondered for a long time, since back in their days at U.A as he stroked himself beneath his sheets, Kirishima asleep just the other side of the wall. He's spent many a night since then wondering, nitroglycerin slick hand stroking slowly as he pictured Kirishima on his knees, those huge fucking doe eyes looking up at him as he swallowed around Bakugo's dick.
"Dude." Kirishima says with a grin, pulling Bakugo back to the moment. "Blowjobs are like my speciality."
Ok. Wow. Bakugo takes another sip of his drink to fill the silence as he takes that in. What's he supposed to say to that? Thanks for confirming one of my favourite fantasies? Shit, he has to say something though. "Bullshit." he says on autopilot, his stock response to any of their wild claims. But then he berates himself because why should he even fucking care?
Kirishima just grins more wickedly and Bakugo feels his cheeks flushing, maybe he'll blame that on the whisky too, but Kirishima should not be allowed to look so devilishly enticing. "What? You want proof?"
Bakugo chokes on thin air and that seems enough of an answer for Denki who whoops and high fives Sero. It's Sero that speaks though, smug bastard "Didn't I always say Bakugo had a thing for him?"
"Fuck off." Bakugo snaps but the ferocity is ruined by the way his cheeks burn and his "I do not." comes way too late. "And no I don't need fucking proof..."
"He didn't ask if you needed it, he asked if you wanted it." Denki says, his voice as smug as Sero's and Bakugo remembers exactly how much he hates these idiots.
To his mortification, it's Kirishima that speaks next, shuffling closer to him on the sofa. "Do you Katsuki? Do you want me to suck your dick?" He's tipsy, and probably just joking, but Bakugo can't deny there's something incredibly arousing about hearing such filthy words in Kirishima's sultry tone.
He tries to turn it around, to take the heat off him by asking "You're the one that suggested it, are you that hungry for my dick?".
But his plan backfires when Kirishima shrugs. "I mean I've kind of always been curious...you never talk about your sex life..."
That doesn't answer anything but the intention is clear enough in the way his hand lands on Bakugo's leg, in the way he sucks his lip into his mouth as the hand slides slowly up his thigh.
"Do it." Sero goads giddily.
Ashido hums, the sound trailing off into a groan. "Well fuck if this isn't the hottest thing I'll ever see."
"The fuck?" Bakugo splutters. "Not out here with you fucking losers watching."
"See you do want it." Denki exclaims as Ashido says far more breezily.
"Honey, please, you think we wouldn't just follow and spy on you anyway?"
His outraged response is cut off by Kirishima's warm hand on his jaw, turning Bakugo's head back to face him. His other hand is still burning against Bakugo's thigh but his attention is drawn back to Kirishima's mouth as he asks, voice a low rumble. "Do you want it Katsuki?"
Oh god he wants it, has wanted it for a long time. He's hard already, a small patch of moisture against his leg from Kirishima's words alone, but is it really a good idea? This whole conversation has been insane and yet what if Kirishima gets back with Shindo anyway? What if this is his only chance? How much will he regret turning down his only chance to feel Kirishima's lips around him. "Whatever." he huffs eventually but Kirishima's smile says he hears it for the confirmation it is.
Without another word, Kirishima slides to the floor, hands pressing Bakugo's thighs apart to shuffle between them. Bakugo drains his glass and slams it on the side table, arms folding to hide the way they're shaking slightly. And then Kirishima is leaning down, peeling up his tank top to kiss his abs beneath it.
He can't repress his shudder at the feeling of Kirishima's warm lips on his skin, or his soft gasp when Kirishima's hand trails down, stroking his length through his jeans. Shit, it already feels too good. The way his head is spinning has nothing to do with the drink, but Kirishima has barely fucking touched him. The last thing he wants is to come before Kirishima even blows him. "I don't need fucking foreplay." he grunts. "Just get on with it."
"But that's half the fun." Kirishima protests, even as he relents and leans back enough to open Bakugo's jeans and inch them down enough to free his dick. The heat of his skin feels incredible as Kirishima wraps a hand around his length, a few slow strokes as he stretches his jaw and runs his tongue over his lips.
It's nothing compared to the feeling of Kirishima's lips on the head of his cock, to his tongue darting out to swipe away the bead of moisture already gathering in the slit. And then his lips part and he swallows Bakugo down.
Bakugo's head tips back, teeth gritted to bite back the moan that wants to tear from his throat.
Fuck it's good. It's better than Bakugo even imagined. It's hot and slick, tongue working against the underside as he slides down and down and Bakugo feels like he's drowning.
He lifts his head to look, to watch as Kirishima's lips meet his pubic hair and the sight pulls out a low groan. Fuck. This is happening. This is real. His dick is literally in Kirishima's fucking throat and it’s so fucking perfect it’s overwhelming.
Bakugo can feel the way his throat tightens around his head as Kirishima's tongue works over the shaft, a low hum vibrating it. And fuck, it's too much. He's going to fucking come down Kirishima's throat.
His hand moves to Kirishima's head, fingers knotting into his ponytail as Bakugo moans and he can't even tell if he's pulling or pushing or just holding on as heat pools in his gut far too soon.
His moan sounds far too relieved as Kirishima slides off him again just in time, but then Kirishima looks up at him, passion and desire in those huge fucking eyes and just the way it makes his dick tense is enough. He's done.
"Fuck." Bakugo gasps as he tears his gaze away but it's too late, he can't hold it back, and just like that he's coming. White spurts over his tank top and jeans as his dick bobs uselessly in thin air, Kirishima's hand still slack around the base.
He pulls his hands up to cover his face in shame, hiding how utterly embarrassed he is at his pathetic display of stamina, but it's just quiet for the longest time.
"Was that even a minute?" Denki asks in surprise.
"I don't think it was even thirty seconds." Sero says. "Dude must have some wicked skills."
"Fuck off." Bakugo snaps, refusing to open his eyes. "It's just because I've been drinking."
"You've had like one glass of whisky." Denki points out. "Besides drink usually makes you last longer... maybe you should have drunk more..."
"Leave him alone." Ashido says but there's a hint of a smile in her voice. Kirishima says nothing and Bakugo can't stand it. He has to open his eyes.
Kirishima looks a mixed of stunned and confused and Bakugo is certain he's fucked up any chance he had. Fuck it, he can't make the situation any worse though right? He's sitting covered in his own come after ruining the blowjob he's been dreaming of since high-school by blowing his load almost instantly.
"It's because I've been fucking in love with you for seven years." He snaps more angrily than Kirishima deserves and he hates that Kirishima's wide eyed gaze gets wider but that he still doesn't say anything. He was wrong, this is worse. "Fuck, whatever, take off your fucking pants, I'm not one of those assholes that doesn't give it back."
It's only when he lunges forward off the sofa, his own pants still wrapped awkwardly around his thighs that Kirishima speaks, backing away from him. "You're in love with me?" Fuck, he shouldn't have said love, he does, but it was probably too far. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because by the time I knew you were into guys you were already bouncing in and out of relationships with other fucking extras and then you moved to Osaka and back and I just never found the right time or the right way to tell you." He vents. Seven years of frustration coming out in the worst of ways.
"I mean" Kirishima says with a half smile. "As far as confessions go this one is pretty epic."
"Don't you make fun of me too." Bakugo demands, hurt. "Just let me fucking blow you back and we can forget this ever happened."
Bakugo ignores Denki's stage-whispered. "I am never forgetting this" in favour of Kirishima's soft voice as he helps Bakugo back into his pants and some semblance of modesty.
"Not yet. Come back to my place, we'll talk all this out and if you still want to, then you can blow me."