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Kirishima, Sero, Bakugo, and Kaminari all sat in Denki's room, which now reeked of weed. Kirishima had proposed to do it elsewhere or at least help clean out the scent. However, the lighting boy refused, stating that Jirou was meant to be visiting to do some homework, and he had no time for cleanup. They all generally understood his reasoning and eventually left. Sero and Kirishima conversed before the redhead noticed a certain platinum-haired boy begin to trail off on his own, as per usual. This hinted for Sero to go as Eijiro followed after the explosive teen.
"Hey, man! Let's go to the kitchen," He called out only to receive a small look from the blonde, who stopped in his tracks and turned around to stare at his friend.
Expecting some sort of feisty comeback, Kirishima was surprised to see him give him a slow nod and continue walking. He smiled to himself, thinking how the smoking actually put him a bit at ease. Once the two got to the fridge, they both got out a cold drink and snacks, pleased with their findings.
"It's food time," The crimson-haired hero uttered at his chips, "food hour...the hour of the food..."
Katsuki turned his head to glare directly at the other boy, "Oi, dumbass... you sound dumb right now."
Making eye contact, the chip wielder noticed how bloodshot the other's eyes were and stepped up to him to speak quieter, "Woa! Your eyes look crazy. It's kinda really obvious."
"And you fucking reek," Bakugo squinted.
They starred once more, mutually agreeing with some kind of telepathic power to go into Kirishima's room to avoid the risk of getting caught. At this point, Kirishima could feel his high starting to be at its peak, and by the looks of it, so was the blonde's. He just felt lost in an oh-so-familiar space. He put down the bag of chips (that was already halfway finished from the trip from the kitchen to where they were now.) After taking a sip of his soda, he flopped onto the bed and watched as his friend stood around the room, distracted by the most generic things on his desk. He looked so off guard, a rare sight to be generously described, so absorbed with his surroundings, and utterly oblivious to the visibly fascinated Eijiro. He, personally, was stretched across his own bed with a hand serving as a headrest.
"Hey, Bakugo..." he voiced, provoking the other to snap back to reality and meet eyes with the boy.
"Huh?!" The young man looked as though he had just woken up.
"Come sit." He gestured to the empty side of his bed, "we're gonna watch a movie."
Katsuki cooperated as Kirishima took out his laptop and searched for something they could watch, whoever the process took longer than expected because he ended up spacing off into the search bar for a couple minutes. Bakugo was the one to flick him in the back of the head to revive his attention on the task. He placed the screen on his lap for both of them to be able to see, and the movie started. Ten minutes in, he noticed the blonde looking off to the side rather than the video. Bakugo had his vision strictly focused on top of his head.
"Ugh, what are you doing-"
His focus didn't break, "Trying to count how many stupid hairs are on your head."
He stilled momentarily and shrugged, "Okay..."
However, his friend was so close to him. He was aware of his airy state. Everything felt blended together, so maybe the other male wouldn't even notice as he shifted himself to allow his body to lean against the other's shoulder. This caused a reaction out of the blonde, but not a hostile one like one would expect. Instead, it was a sigh, almost like one asking for attention. Daring to glance up, he met the red eyes that were already studying him.
It felt ethereal.
He took them in, examining every shade like it was a piece of art. Kirishima felt as if he could stare into him like this eternally. The blonde boy's eyebrows were still slightly furrowed as he had gotten accustomed to it as a natural part of his expression. Yet, something about him looked soft as he reciprocated the intimate gaze. Neither one let a word escape their mouth, with the only sound being what now felt like background noise from the computer. At this moment, all that was on the crimson boy's mind was that he was high and his gay was showing. Not just showing, it was fully out for the other to see and digest however he desired. Whether it be good or bad or neither, because he, himself, didn't know. This wasn't his first time smoking, but it was with Bakugo there, which is what made all the difference. Even a whiff of his crisp scent made it alarmingly hard for him to think straight. This guy was every single type of beautiful. And he felt like a magnet, exactly like one, tempting him in.
"I need to fucking kiss you," Bakugo stated, eyes glued to his like cement. Even through his assured tone, there was a detectable trace of insecurity.
Meanwhile, Kirishima's soul left his body. Immediately, the eye contact broke, and he shifted away from the male in panic. He felt a bit soberer now all of a sudden.
"What?" He sought if he had even heard that correctly, perhaps he didn't, and now he came off weird for no reason. Everything would be simpler if he had just misheard it, but deep down, he'd be so disheartened if he did.
The male didn't back away, "You heard me, shitty-hair."
And he deemed regular Katsuki to be straightforward, little did he know a smoked out one could be like this.
The two merely gawked at one another, doubtful that saying anything at this time was a good idea. Was them doing what they seemingly were about to do, even a good idea? Even if it was, they've already crossed a line that just friends don't cross, so not doing something about this would only make it more awkward, right?
In Bakugo's brain, there was a raging storm of regret for what he was letting come out of his mouth. Physically he felt dazed in the best possible way, but the fact that this state was making him lose control of his judgments like this was really pissing him off. However, it wasn't just the marijuana that put him in this enigma. It was the very being of Kirishima Eijiro. Him being there like this, right next to him, both of them high and most definitely horny, was making it unbearable to restrain his deep craving for the guy. They simultaneously set their vision to one another, anticipating any hint of the other's intentions. Since Bakugo had already pronounced his cause, all he need was Kirishima's sanction. Any assertive movement would give him the green light.
And so the redhead swallowed nervously, weighing out his options one last time before inching up to the blonde, close enough for him to gently stroke a hand through his platinum strands. It was soft in contrast with the rest of him. Close enough to be able to see sporadic freckles spread across the bridge of the boy's nose, a detail he surprisingly never saw based on the number of times he's admired him. Their eye contact didn't fixate until Eijiro used a pair of fingers to lift up Bakugo's chin, forcing the male to face him. Just the very touch of his skin felt explosive to his insides.
Kiri's lips wavered an almost impossible-to-detect distance away from Bakugo's, gently brushing his bottom lip against the other's before sealing the gap in a delicate peck.
"Is this okay?" He practically whispered.
The explosive boy nodded. Without a word in response, he pushed the laptop off his friend's lap and pulled him into a rough kiss. He wanted to be closer to him; he needed to be.
Kirishima melted into his lips. The kiss was kinetic, and both the boys could feel each other's burning need for one another. This is what insinuated for them to keep going. Bakugo's tongue was welcomed into Kirishima's mouth. The two entangled them in a longing dance, demolishing any space that remained between them as they pressed further against each other. It felt as though they were in a world made up of solely them. They were all-consumed with each other.
The blonde tugged at the guy's belt loops, shifting him on top and pressing tightly against the other's lower half. A satisfied groan escaped from deep in his throat, sending a warm rush through Katsuki's body. Eijiro's hand went under the shirt, feeling up his sculpted body, and momentarily separating their kiss to strip him of the top. The same was done by Bakugo to Kiri, until, eventually, the two were almost naked, entangled, grinding at each other.
The light-haired one hissed, almost breathlessly, "You're so hard..."
Averting his lips, "Bakugo..." he leaned down to leave a bite on his neck with desperate, hungry kisses to follow. Only after leaving a flushed mark on his skin, did he hear a response out of him, "I want more."
The lustful glance was enough to drive the redhead's hand down to the other's lap, feeling up his erection over the boxers' material.
"Oh, do you now?" He now knew what this boy was up for, reaching down for him under the trousers. Having Katsuki Bakugo, the very embodiment of perfection, all to himself like this, even if just this once, was more than he could ask for. Every pheromone that he gave off was its own drug, ascending his high to a euphoric level.
Bakugo caved into the seething lust that intensified at the stroking of his cock, letting out a pleased exhale. This sent chills down Kirishima's spine, the blood rush lowering to his own crotch. He let go of his lover and gave a look, insinuating a question of consent. The sharp red eyes rolled back, hazily, "just fuck me already."
Eijiro licked his own two fingers and stuck them into the boy, who reacted in a satisfied flinch. SOON THEY MOVED ONTO BIGGER AND BETTER THINGS.
Kirishima pounded into Bakugo, beginning at an achingly slow tempo. At first, there was a visible restraint of moans from the platinum-haired male; however, a ravenous glare inflamed his blood rush. "I wanna hear you."
And the thrusting intensified, giving him no choice but to yelp out in shock. Kirishima was making Bakugo, the guy that's always tough and angry, tremble at his control... all pinned down below him. The sweat of him smelled hypnotically sweet, urging him deeper in. The action forced a husky moan out of the currently submissive male, "Fuck... Kirishima..."
The rhythm only accelerated with more pressure in each motion. Katsuki's senses turmoiled. Struck with pleasure, the pain became an addicting ecstasy.
"Fuck..."
Faster.
"M-more!" Bakugo grasped the sheets, "Ei-"
He stuttered, he fucking stuttered because of him. The way he said his name... Kirishima's reality flooded in sensations at the blissful sound.
"Say that again."
"Eijiro..." nails digging harshly into the redhead's back.
"Holy shit-" He thrust deeper than before, feeling his own pulsing orgasm beg to happen whilst the blonde cried out.
"Ah, fuck, d-don't stop-"
And so he didn't. As unbearable as it was for him to resist finishing right that second, he pulled Katsuki's hair, throwing his head back, and fucked the shuddering guy even harder. Bakugo was drowned in an overpowering surge of raw, unruly lust. He groaned and whimpered in a way Kirishima never even hoped to hear; it drove him insane.
"Please-" his face, completely flustered, "ah- so good... that's so good, Kiri- I'm gonna-" A thumb in his mouth silenced him, and a pair of greedy eyes told him not yet.
Kirishima pumped deeply into him, finally seizing the inflaming rush as he finished inside the male beneath him.
"I- ah, fuck-" Bakugo cried as he came all over his stomach seconds after the other did.
Both breathless, Ei collapsed onto Katsuki as they laid glued to each other, now resting in comfortable silence.
They both thought the same thing: did that actually just happen? Nevertheless, both obviously very grateful that it did, Kirishima got up, putting on his boxers with Bakugo soon following his steps.
"I never knew you could sound like that," The redhead teased, provoking a blushing Bakugo to growl.
"You say a fucking word about that, and I'll kill you."
He grinned inching up to tickle the blonde's face with his breath, "No, no. Why would I wanna share my newfound joy with anyone else?"
Sitting up on the bed, he scoffed, "Shut up, dumb-hair."
"Only if you make me-" Bakugo pulled him in for a kiss without hesitation, much gentler than their previous interaction. This eased both the boys to a doting comfort, enough to cuddle close and pass out in each other's arms.
okay and then they cuddled and fell in love and started dating and got engaged and a year later got married and were both happily together forever.