Here Comes the Boom

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Bakugou scowled at the other, hissing at the pain in his over-taxed arms. He knew he’d pushed it, obviously, but he was fucking fine! He didn’t get why shitty hair was so upset. 

“It’s fine, asshole!” he hissed, struggling to sit up, “I’m gonna be a hero, that means getting hurt!” Then he saw the tears and winced. Christ was it that bad? Ugh now he felt like a dick. 

“Maybe. Or maybe I just like watching you take my pants off.” He said with a wolfish grin, using his leverage in Bakugou’s hair to tilt his head back a bit and kiss along his jawline briefly. Before too long though, he was pulling back and dragging off his boxers, making it obvious how much he was already enjoying himself.

He grinned and dropped to his knees, kissing over Bakugou’s hips and following the waistband of his boxers down as they drug over his thighs, pulling them off of Bakugou and taking his time doing it.

He dropped them next to his own and grinned up at his boyfriend, holding his waist with a strong grip, though not enough to hurt.

Part of Bakugou hated the fact that Kirishima knew what hot shit he was. The rest of him knew his boyfriend was hot shit and reveled in the fact that this hot motherfucker was all his. 

He ran his own fingers through Kirishima’s bright red hair and bent forward to kiss him, pressing into his hands. 

“Oh, yes sir.” He purred, grinning as he stood and followed his lover back towards the showers furthest from the doors. His smile widened watching Bakugou walk; god, his ass went unappreciated by everybody else.

“Mm doesn’t seem like you wanna get a lot of washing done, Ei,” Bakugou murmured softly, dragging his teeth over his ear before turning in his grip, running his palms over his boyfriend’s chest. 

“Ei,” he moaned out, tugging at his hair and lifting himself up, trusting Kirishima to hold him steady. He could always trust his lover. Could count on him to hold him no matter what. “Big talk,” he panted out, licking his lips, “let’s see you make me beg, babe.” 

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Bakugou scowled at the other, hissing at the pain in his over-taxed arms. He knew he’d pushed it, obviously, but he was fucking fine! He didn’t get why shitty hair was so upset. 

“It’s fine, asshole!” he hissed, struggling to sit up, “I’m gonna be a hero, that means getting hurt!” Then he saw the tears and winced. Christ was it that bad? Ugh now he felt like a dick. 

“Maybe. Or maybe I just like watching you take my pants off.” He said with a wolfish grin, using his leverage in Bakugou’s hair to tilt his head back a bit and kiss along his jawline briefly. Before too long though, he was pulling back and dragging off his boxers, making it obvious how much he was already enjoying himself.

He grinned and dropped to his knees, kissing over Bakugou’s hips and following the waistband of his boxers down as they drug over his thighs, pulling them off of Bakugou and taking his time doing it.

He dropped them next to his own and grinned up at his boyfriend, holding his waist with a strong grip, though not enough to hurt.

Part of Bakugou hated the fact that Kirishima knew what hot shit he was. The rest of him knew his boyfriend was hot shit and reveled in the fact that this hot motherfucker was all his. 

He ran his own fingers through Kirishima’s bright red hair and bent forward to kiss him, pressing into his hands. 

“Oh, yes sir.” He purred, grinning as he stood and followed his lover back towards the showers furthest from the doors. His smile widened watching Bakugou walk; god, his ass went unappreciated by everybody else.

“Mm doesn’t seem like you wanna get a lot of washing done, Ei,” Bakugou murmured softly, dragging his teeth over his ear before turning in his grip, running his palms over his boyfriend’s chest. 

@constructing-intricaterituals

Bakugou scowled at the other, hissing at the pain in his over-taxed arms. He knew he’d pushed it, obviously, but he was fucking fine! He didn’t get why shitty hair was so upset. 

“It’s fine, asshole!” he hissed, struggling to sit up, “I’m gonna be a hero, that means getting hurt!” Then he saw the tears and winced. Christ was it that bad? Ugh now he felt like a dick. 

“Maybe. Or maybe I just like watching you take my pants off.” He said with a wolfish grin, using his leverage in Bakugou’s hair to tilt his head back a bit and kiss along his jawline briefly. Before too long though, he was pulling back and dragging off his boxers, making it obvious how much he was already enjoying himself.

He grinned and dropped to his knees, kissing over Bakugou’s hips and following the waistband of his boxers down as they drug over his thighs, pulling them off of Bakugou and taking his time doing it.

He dropped them next to his own and grinned up at his boyfriend, holding his waist with a strong grip, though not enough to hurt.

Part of Bakugou hated the fact that Kirishima knew what hot shit he was. The rest of him knew his boyfriend was hot shit and reveled in the fact that this hot motherfucker was all his. 

He ran his own fingers through Kirishima’s bright red hair and bent forward to kiss him, pressing into his hands. 

@constructing-intricaterituals

Bakugou scowled at the other, hissing at the pain in his over-taxed arms. He knew he’d pushed it, obviously, but he was fucking fine! He didn’t get why shitty hair was so upset. 

“It’s fine, asshole!” he hissed, struggling to sit up, “I’m gonna be a hero, that means getting hurt!” Then he saw the tears and winced. Christ was it that bad? Ugh now he felt like a dick. 

Kiri smiled, and the smile eased smoothly into a little smirk. He moved forward and buried his nose in Bakugou’s neck, letting his lips brush against his boyfriend’s neck in a way that could’ve been an accident, but of course, was not.

“Mm…dunno, Bakugou…I don’t mind it so much…” He purred quietly, hands coming to rest on his lover’s hips and subtly bringing them towards his own.

Adrenaline was fading down into an easy sort of flirty feeling, and he let himself fall into that instead of resisting.

Bakugou blushed, shivering at the feeling on soft, sensitive skin. “Fucking horn-dog,” he growled without heat, letting the redhead tug him close as he wrapped his arms around Kirishima’s neck, tilting his own head to let the other hero have more room. 

He didn’t mind it either, letting Kirishima nuzzle at him like this. Hell, it was fucking nice, his boyfriend was fucking hot. 

He leaned against the door to the locker room, shifting so that his abs pulled tight and the v down into his pants was obvious. He crossed his arms, the muscles there putting on a bit of a show just for that.

“Yeah,” he said, voice teasing, “that you’re a genius in your own mind, Ei.” He moved passed him, looping a finger into the top of his pants and tugging, looking up into his eyes. 

“Oh? Didn’t realize. Wanna remedy that, Katsuki?” He practically purred, grinding his hips up against Bakugou’s hand in a slow, dragging motion. He was rough in battle, but he could move like honey when he wanted to. “My hands are a little occupied-“

Bakugou had come to accept that eventuality with open arms. Hell, that kinda thing tended to improve his mood noticeably. To the point where others commented on it. 

He leaned into the touch to his hair, licking his lips and working Kirishima’s pants open with ease, letting them drop to the floor before tugging at his boxers, scratching his nails over the jut of his hipbones. 

@constructing-intricaterituals

Bakugou scowled at the other, hissing at the pain in his over-taxed arms. He knew he’d pushed it, obviously, but he was fucking fine! He didn’t get why shitty hair was so upset. 

“It’s fine, asshole!” he hissed, struggling to sit up, “I’m gonna be a hero, that means getting hurt!” Then he saw the tears and winced. Christ was it that bad? Ugh now he felt like a dick. 

Kiri smiled, and the smile eased smoothly into a little smirk. He moved forward and buried his nose in Bakugou’s neck, letting his lips brush against his boyfriend’s neck in a way that could’ve been an accident, but of course, was not.

“Mm…dunno, Bakugou…I don’t mind it so much…” He purred quietly, hands coming to rest on his lover’s hips and subtly bringing them towards his own.

Adrenaline was fading down into an easy sort of flirty feeling, and he let himself fall into that instead of resisting.

Bakugou blushed, shivering at the feeling on soft, sensitive skin. “Fucking horn-dog,” he growled without heat, letting the redhead tug him close as he wrapped his arms around Kirishima’s neck, tilting his own head to let the other hero have more room. 

He didn’t mind it either, letting Kirishima nuzzle at him like this. Hell, it was fucking nice, his boyfriend was fucking hot. 

He leaned against the door to the locker room, shifting so that his abs pulled tight and the v down into his pants was obvious. He crossed his arms, the muscles there putting on a bit of a show just for that.

“Yeah,” he said, voice teasing, “that you’re a genius in your own mind, Ei.” He moved passed him, looping a finger into the top of his pants and tugging, looking up into his eyes. 

@constructing-intricaterituals

Bakugou scowled at the other, hissing at the pain in his over-taxed arms. He knew he’d pushed it, obviously, but he was fucking fine! He didn’t get why shitty hair was so upset. 

“It’s fine, asshole!” he hissed, struggling to sit up, “I’m gonna be a hero, that means getting hurt!” Then he saw the tears and winced. Christ was it that bad? Ugh now he felt like a dick. 

Kiri smiled, and the smile eased smoothly into a little smirk. He moved forward and buried his nose in Bakugou’s neck, letting his lips brush against his boyfriend’s neck in a way that could’ve been an accident, but of course, was not.

“Mm…dunno, Bakugou…I don’t mind it so much…” He purred quietly, hands coming to rest on his lover’s hips and subtly bringing them towards his own.

Adrenaline was fading down into an easy sort of flirty feeling, and he let himself fall into that instead of resisting.

Bakugou blushed, shivering at the feeling on soft, sensitive skin. “Fucking horn-dog,” he growled without heat, letting the redhead tug him close as he wrapped his arms around Kirishima’s neck, tilting his own head to let the other hero have more room. 

He didn’t mind it either, letting Kirishima nuzzle at him like this. Hell, it was fucking nice, his boyfriend was fucking hot. 

@constructing-intricaterituals

Bakugou scowled at the other, hissing at the pain in his over-taxed arms. He knew he’d pushed it, obviously, but he was fucking fine! He didn’t get why shitty hair was so upset. 

“It’s fine, asshole!” he hissed, struggling to sit up, “I’m gonna be a hero, that means getting hurt!” Then he saw the tears and winced. Christ was it that bad? Ugh now he felt like a dick. 

Kiri smiled, and the smile eased smoothly into a little smirk. He moved forward and buried his nose in Bakugou’s neck, letting his lips brush against his boyfriend’s neck in a way that could’ve been an accident, but of course, was not.

“Mm…dunno, Bakugou…I don’t mind it so much…” He purred quietly, hands coming to rest on his lover’s hips and subtly bringing them towards his own.

Adrenaline was fading down into an easy sort of flirty feeling, and he let himself fall into that instead of resisting.

Bakugou blushed, shivering at the feeling on soft, sensitive skin. “Fucking horn-dog,” he growled without heat, letting the redhead tug him close as he wrapped his arms around Kirishima’s neck, tilting his own head to let the other hero have more room. 

He didn’t mind it either, letting Kirishima nuzzle at him like this. Hell, it was fucking nice, his boyfriend was fucking hot. 

@constructing-intricaterituals

Bakugou scowled at the other, hissing at the pain in his over-taxed arms. He knew he’d pushed it, obviously, but he was fucking fine! He didn’t get why shitty hair was so upset. 

“It’s fine, asshole!” he hissed, struggling to sit up, “I’m gonna be a hero, that means getting hurt!” Then he saw the tears and winced. Christ was it that bad? Ugh now he felt like a dick. 

“It’s not just hurt, Baku! It’s just…you don’t think before you just…jump into things!” He said, sounding like he’d like to yell but didn’t quite have the energy. He’d just been fighting too, after all, and just felt drained.

“You can’t be a hero if you die jumping in front of an attack without thinking, or burning yourself out in one move when there’s more fight, and when I’m there to cover for you if you need me! I cant-I can’t-“

He had no fucking idea what to do, to be honest. But he knew Kirishima was all touchy feely and shit and…he took a deep breath and reached out with an aching hand to pat his shoulder. 

“It’s part of the job,” he growled out, pouting almost, “but…I guess I should think about it more. I can take a lot more punishment than you seem to think, so don’t look down on me!”

“I just want you to ask for help, okay? I’m there for a reason, and I’m make a pretty good shield.” He said with a soft little laugh.

So he hugged him back, hiding his blushing face. 

@constructing-intricaterituals

Bakugou scowled at the other, hissing at the pain in his over-taxed arms. He knew he’d pushed it, obviously, but he was fucking fine! He didn’t get why shitty hair was so upset. 

“It’s fine, asshole!” he hissed, struggling to sit up, “I’m gonna be a hero, that means getting hurt!” Then he saw the tears and winced. Christ was it that bad? Ugh now he felt like a dick. 

“It’s not just hurt, Baku! It’s just…you don’t think before you just…jump into things!” He said, sounding like he’d like to yell but didn’t quite have the energy. He’d just been fighting too, after all, and just felt drained.

“You can’t be a hero if you die jumping in front of an attack without thinking, or burning yourself out in one move when there’s more fight, and when I’m there to cover for you if you need me! I cant-I can’t-“

He had no fucking idea what to do, to be honest. But he knew Kirishima was all touchy feely and shit and…he took a deep breath and reached out with an aching hand to pat his shoulder. 

“It’s part of the job,” he growled out, pouting almost, “but…I guess I should think about it more. I can take a lot more punishment than you seem to think, so don’t look down on me!”

“I just want you to ask for help, okay? I’m there for a reason, and I’m make a pretty good shield.” He said with a soft little laugh.

So he hugged him back, hiding his blushing face. 

@constructing-intricaterituals

Bakugou scowled at the other, hissing at the pain in his over-taxed arms. He knew he’d pushed it, obviously, but he was fucking fine! He didn’t get why shitty hair was so upset. 

“It’s fine, asshole!” he hissed, struggling to sit up, “I’m gonna be a hero, that means getting hurt!” Then he saw the tears and winced. Christ was it that bad? Ugh now he felt like a dick. 

“It’s not just hurt, Baku! It’s just…you don’t think before you just…jump into things!” He said, sounding like he’d like to yell but didn’t quite have the energy. He’d just been fighting too, after all, and just felt drained.

“You can’t be a hero if you die jumping in front of an attack without thinking, or burning yourself out in one move when there’s more fight, and when I’m there to cover for you if you need me! I cant-I can’t-“

He had no fucking idea what to do, to be honest. But he knew Kirishima was all touchy feely and shit and...he took a deep breath and reached out with an aching hand to pat his shoulder. 

“It’s part of the job,” he growled out, pouting almost, “but...I guess I should think about it more. I can take a lot more punishment than you seem to think, so don’t look down on me!”