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Bakugou laid there stunned like his head had been cleared of a spell. He just realized he had fucked himself with a piece of rock thinking about Kirishima. What was more, Bakugou couldn’t remember the last time jerking his dick had felt like that. Experiencing ‘relief’ wasn’t new, but not that kind of explosive ecstasy. Bakugou was only doing this to try and accommodate Kirishima’s size and to get over… whatever he needed to get over. He hadn’t considered that it could feel good .
Other emotions writhed like worms in his belly. He couldn’t exactly name what he was feeling.
A sense of triumph? Guilt? Should he feel guilty? Kirishima still was, to Bakugou, his mate, but he had used Kirishima’s image to fall into pleasure. Was he allowed to think and use his image in this way? No one could give him an answer for any of this shit, so he laid there in his filth, contemplating if he had fucked up in some way.
Bakugou thought back to the nymphs at the pond and how sex had been treated so casually but passionately. Bakugou was still unsure if that was just the nature of the nymphs or if Bakugou was entitled to it. He kind of wished Sparky and Bottom Lashes were still around to answer his never-ending questions. They would have better knowledge about what sex with a fucking dragon should be like, because Bakugou was the anomaly in this situation.
The fucking diseased human, and all that.
Still, it would give him a clue about Kirishima. Maybe all dragons were violent during sex, but their bodies were more durable. Or maybe fucking wasn’t an act that dragons were supposed to enjoy, just a process to have offspring.
One thing was for sure. Bakugou couldn’t change Kirishima. Whatever characteristics Kirishima presented as a dragon were here to stay. It’s not like he could ask a fish to breathe out of water any more than he could ask Shitty Hair not to chase his instincts.
Bakugou was the problem. So Bakugou would change.
He could do this. He could. He just had to mentally prepare and to take whatever pain Kirishima would inflict on him with the valour of a Keegan. He’ll prep his ass or whatever beforehand. Shouldn’t hurt as much if he stretched it, right?
Bakugou frowned.
As of late, Kirishima didn’t look like he had any interest in fucking him.
As… brutal as his intimate moment had been with Kirishima, not being desired opened another wound. If Bakugou had been stronger… if Kirishima thought that Bakugou could handle himself, none of this would have been an issue. Which was the point of all this work, right? Bakugou was trying hard to be a proper partner for Kirishima.
And yet the fucker wouldn’t even look at him properly.
In the following days, Bakugou ‘practiced’.
He found out that it embarrassingly took about three fingers to get him adjusted for the polished tourmaline. He felt like he had a better understanding of how to make sure Kirishima didn’t split open his ass if Kirishima could keep his shit together before fucking him. The harder part of the plan was bringing up the topic with Kirishima.
‘Hey, I’ve been shoving a rock up my ass so I can take your size no problem,’ was harder to bring up when Kirishima was sullen and quiet all the time. Any conversation was cut to a bare minimum and by the gods, was it fucking stifling. Bakugou felt like his misery was feeding into Kirishima’s, and they engorged themselves in this repeating cycle of shared melancholy.
The longer this got drawn out, the more irritation buzzed under Bakugou’s skin.
So Bakugou’s initial plan to come to Kirishima mature and reasonable with this discussion might have dried up by the time they only had two days left until they had to confront Bottom Lashes and Sparky with their decision. Bakugou was annoyed at Kirishima and himself that neither had discussed a fucking thing. And the annoyance was bubbling over into rage.
He wanted to hit something. Specifically, a brutish red head.
The heat that had settled on the mountain side in the early morning spurred Bakugou’s flames of war. Bakugou didn’t bother with a shirt, only loose pants made of cloth woven by the goblins. He wore his mother’s cloak, a meager cloth representing his confidence as a Keegan, easily blown in the wind. He wore the necklaces that Kirishima had bought with his literal skin.
And then he hunted for Kirishima.
It wasn’t hard finding him. Bakugou could hear crashing on one side of the mountain and he followed the charged sound of destruction. He could see Kirishima’s dragon form knock down trees, understanding that Kirishima was probably collecting lumber. Bakugou had mentioned it to him some days ago. Kirishima’s tail swept the earth, creating dust clouds and Bakugou saw him snap trees with his claws.
Kirishima sniffed the air and froze just for a millisecond, before launching himself at the trunk, using his weight on the tree to force it to bow to his authority.
“I know you know I’m here!” Bakugou shouted, cupping the side of his face to project his voice more.
The stupid git kept shaking down the tree.
“Oi stupid fucker, I got food here!”
Bakugou didn’t come empty handed to this battle. Why not bribe the idiot?
Kirishima’s giant lizard head snaked to look back at Bakugou. Bakugou could see himself in the reflection of dark pupils before they snapped away, Kirishima quickly taking the form of a man with a crack.
Bakugou didn’t look at Kirishima fish for his pants as he sat on a newly discarded log. He brought out a cloth, wrapping hard boiled eggs, as well as some dried meats and fruits.
He listened to Kirishima’s approaching footsteps and Bakugou laid out the meal in between them to pressure Kirishima to sit next to him.
Kirishima awkwardly took his spot on the log, taking the clothed meal without acknowledging Bakugou.
That set Bakugou off.
The ungrateful dumbass should at least say thank you. Bakugou moved his jaw, wondering if he should allow them peace while they eat. Unkind words skimmed on the surface of his lips, as he tore into a piece of meat.
Kirishima glanced at him finally, before cracking an egg, “You look better. Your colour, I mean.”
Bakugou huffed at the attempt at small talk, “Yeah? ‘Cuz I still feel like shit.”
Immediate guilt crept through the young dragon’s face and the Shitty Lizard snapped his mouth shut.
Oh this fucking piece of-
Bakugou sat the food down, appetite lost, as he stared down the stupid lizard.
“Yeah. Feels real shitty to be ignored and treated like a tragic princess all day.”
Kirishima sighed, “Bakugou, I’m sorry.”
“You can shove that apology up your ass. What are you going to do to make it up to me?”
Kirishima was silent.
So fucking nothing.
The idiot dragon was going to mope and the two of them would stay stuck like this for the rest of their lives.
Bakugou sneered.
“I didn’t realize that I fell for such a spineless piece of shit.”
He saw Kirishima wince, but still nothing.
“So, Shitty Lizard, is this our life now? I’m attached to a spineless piece of shit for the rest of my life? Ain’t we the lucky couple.”
“If you’re unhappy-”
“You’re damned right I’m unhappy. The guy I fell in love with proclaimed his love for me, abandoning his future to be with me. Only to turn into this self-pitying creature over one little thing.”
There was fury that coiled through Kirishima’s body as he stood up, “That was not little,” Kirishima snarled, “if anyone else did what I did to you, Bakugou, I would have torn them to shreds.”
“Oh please, I didn’t want you to be my mate so you can act as my glorious knight. I don’t need fucking protection and I definitely wouldn’t need you to avenge my honour or some shit if someone fucked me,” Bakugou replied flatly, getting up so he could stand at the same level as his dragon.
“I never said that you would need that from me! But I would still hunt anyone down that hurt you, not because I don’t think you could, but because of selfish reasons. I wouldn’t want the person that hurt you to be alive. But it was me. I did that. I was the one who-” Kirishima’s voice trailed off as he eyed the scar on Bakugou’s neck.
“And it’ll only ever be you. I chose you too, you fucking moron. You’re the only person on this earth that I want and fucking trust.”
“And I broke that trust!” Kirishima snapped, looking wildly at anywhere else but Bakugou’s direction.
Fuck, they were going in circles again.
“I love you , you stupid shitty haired numbskull!” Bakugou cracked, frustrated, hating that his visage of strength was leaving so soon. He would NOT sound broken and defeated. He wanted to be respected and imposing.
But it gave Kirishima pause, his stupid doe eyes sunk into Bakugou’s own like warm dough.
“I know that.”
“And you love me,” Bakugou said breathlessly, hating that it was bordering on a question.
“That’ll never change,” Kirishima frowned.
“Then don’t trap me in this shitty game of keep away,” Bakugou scowled, “I ain’t gonna be this fragile egg that you constantly check on to see if I have cracks. Every time I see your face, it’s nothing but pity. It fucking sickens me.”
Kirishima didn’t say anything.
“We have two days for you to decide to go with the other dragons.”
“I already told you my decision.”
“Maybe. But is this really what you want? To be around a person you have to tiptoe around for the rest of your life? That’s not a fucking life that I would want.”
“Are you asking me to leave?” Kirishima gritted out.
“The opposite. Stop being a fucking coward.”
Kirishima looked at him with those fucking sad round eyes, as Bakugou reached for him. Kirishima didn’t evade him.
Bakugou took Kirishima’s hand and placed it over heart. He could see Kirishima’s eyes go wide and a heat danced on his face as he pulled away.
“Kiri-.”
“No. I won’t touch you.”
Bakugou reacted to the rejection as quick as a lightning bolt.
He blasted an explosion right between them, the exertion landing the Shitty Lizard on his ass.
“Baku-!”
Bakugou was seeing red. He didn’t care. He smashed against Kirishima, using another blast to force Kirishima to block the oncoming attack.
Kirishima scrambled up, blocking it with an arm, “Bakugou, what the hell are you doing!?”
“Fucking fight me, you coward!” Bakugou bellowed, moving again to strike.
But Bakugou saw the dragon’s figure deflate like a boneless snake.
Bakugou snarled. It was a violence and anger and frustration Bakugou didn’t even know he was capable of that seared through his body. He screamed, lighting the palms with flames as he leapt forward. Kirishima avoided, looking concerned. He didn’t fight back. But he didn’t engage either.
“I said fight me, you piece of shit!”
Kirishima wasn’t as agile as Bakugou, so he was blocking mostly with creating iron scales on his skin. Bakugou knew that the heat wouldn’t affect Kirishima, but Bakugou was hoping a blast would knock him to his ass.
But it was like a typhoon versus a mountain. Bakugou could throw as much power into the punches as possible, but the fucker wouldn’t budge.
Fucking durable piece of dragon shit.
“You said I could hit you!” Bakugou roared.
Kirishima’s eyes widened, looking despondent. He dropped his arms.
“You want to,” Kirishima breathed.
“Oh fuck yes I do,” Bakugou seethed ferally, “I’ve never wanted to smack someone as much as you right now, Shitty Hair.”
Kirishima, deflated, answered “Okay.”
And he surrendered himself. Just like that. He didn’t look away or close his eyes. He was accepting whatever Bakugou threw at him.
Good.
Bakugou grabbed the back of Kirishima’s head, and yanked him forward into a kiss. Viciously. The kiss wasn’t anywhere close to being kind or gentle. It incorporated everything ugly and human about Bakugou. Maybe as a human, Bakugou didn’t have any other way to relate to Kirishima.
Kirishima finally, finally pushed back and Bakugou wasn’t going to let him go. He grabbed Kirishima’s head with his other hand and held him there, stopping himself from screaming into the stupid lizard’s mouth. But it worked. Kirishima began to react. Began to push, and snarl, and become forceful into stopping Bakugou’s advances.
Bakugou wasn’t stupid. He knew the weight difference put him at a disadvantage and he had to be careful not to get pinned. The dumbass looked like he didn’t want to put Bakugou in any kind of compromising situation, which was fine. He was going to lose.
Bakugou hooked his leg behind Kirishima’s and pushed, causing them to fall. Bakugou made sure he landed on top, pinning Kirishima with his thighs. Kirishima grappled with one of Bakugou’s arms and Bakugou put his sweaty hand against Kirishima’s neck. Years together, and Bakugou knew it was the softest point on his body.
“I’m not weak! How dare you. How fucking dare you!” Bakugou spat, pouring over Kirishima everything that had been wrong over the last few weeks.
“I never said you were weak!” Kirishima shouted back, aghast.
“You didn’t have to! The way you look at me. The way you can’t stand to touch me! What the fuck do you think I would think!?”
“Do you not think this is hard for me?” And Kirishima had broken into fresh sobs and tears. “I don’t know what to do here!”
“Fucking work with me! Figure this shit out with me! If you’re my mate, don’t fucking abandon me when things are hard!”
“I- I don’t know how!”
Bakugou gritted his teeth, but he felt his anger dissipate as Kirishima became a bumbling mess of snot, tears, and stupidity.
“Stop avoiding me. For one,” Bakugou demanded, voice lowering.
“I-I’m scared. I’m scared to hurt you,” Kirishima babbled.
“Yeah. This isn’t easy for me too. It was shitty. The experience was shitty. I hate how I reacted, but don’t, please for the love of every fucking spirit on this land, do NOT let that be the only time that I touch you. Please.”
“Bakugou don’t ask me. Please don’t ask me to put you in that position again.”
“I’m deciding. You don’t get a say in it.”
Kirishima moaned, sounding like a wounded animal, “Don’t. I’ve ruined so much. I still… I can’t forgive myself.”
“I can.”
Kirishima looked angry through the tears, “You shouldn’t.”
“Can’t tell me what to do, Shitty Lizard,” Bakugou said more softly, loosening his hand on Kirishima’s throat.
“Then tell me you’re not scared of me,” Kirishima challenged.
And the night was so clear. The way that Kirishima was so unlike himself. The way that Bakugou had pleaded and could feel nothing of the person he fell in love with. Gold eyes hungry for his body with no regard for him . It was such an empty experience. There was none of Kirishima behind gold eyes that night. A monster wearing his face while he had fucked him.
“Yes,” Bakugou slipped quietly.
Kirishima never stopped watching him but Bakugou saw his expression shift at Bakugou’s admittance. Maybe he had been hoping that Bakugou would somehow overcome that fear. Bakugou wasn’t sure he could ever accept that part of Kirishima and Kirishima must have felt it.
Bakugou gripped Kirishima’s shoulders tightly.
“But I’ll be damned if I spend my entire life not being with you. I chose you, Kirishima. I won’t choose anyone or anything else in life. Don’t make this existence harder than it is.”
Kirishima was fighting back tears, Bakugou could see it. His jagged teeth tore into his lip, his eyes being filled like a pond ready to overflow.
“I choose you too, Bakugou. But we- I can’t erase what I’ve done. I’ve marked you,” he cried weakly, looking at the scar on Bakugou’s neck.
“No. We can’t erase it,” Bakugou agreed, “time’s not gonna fucking stop or go back for us. But we're going to try and fucking fix it at least.”
“How?” Kirishima choked.
Bakugou wasn’t sure. He didn’t know. He didn’t know anything.
“I don’t know. But I need you if we’re going to fix this. Not just me trying to figure shit out and you avoiding me like a fucking mouse.”
Kirishima was quiet, tears spilling down his cheek. His lips wobbled like a kid. It struck Bakugou as funny. Kirishima had been pulling this stoic act for weeks and seeing it crumble was like seeing the person he fell in love with peek through. Bakugou felt his heart soften, and oddly Bakugou felt compelled to kiss him. Bakugou moved down to bring his lips towards Kirishima, but Kirishima pulled his face back.
“Bakugou...”
There was hesitation.
Kirishima’s breath was erratic, but Kirishima looked like he was aware of what was going on. His eyes were still a clear vermillion. He looked like he was inhaling completely through his nose as his nostrils flared and his mouth was welded shut.
Bakugou frowned, “Do you feel like you’re losing control?”
“N-no. I don’t know. Not right now.”
“Well then why the fuck do you look like I’m about to smash your teeth in. I’m kissing you, not pulling your teeth out,” Bakugou hissed at Kirishima’s ridiculous expression.
“...it’s embarrassing…”
“Well get over it,” Bakugou grumbled, not admitting how much he was sweating from trying to keep his cool.
“C-can I close my eyes?”
“The fuck are you asking me for? Do whatever the fuck you want, but I’m kissing you,” Bakugou said stubbornly.
Kirishima nodded, quickly shutting his eyes as if Bakugou was a scary demon. His face was scrunched up to an extreme degree, like he was trying to pull all the skin from his face to seal over his eyes. His nose was wrinkled and mouth slightly ajar as if he was about to sneeze.
He looked fucking stupid.
A chuckle escaped Bakugou, and he quickly covered his mouth until peals of laughter broke free. Kirishima peeked one eye open, but Bakugou had to roll off of him. He was laughing too hard, clutching his stomach. The mighty red beast of the mountains scared of a kiss. Bakugou cackled.
Kirishima looked confused, “Did I do something?”
“You look fucking stupid!” Bakugou wiped the tears from his eyes, and Kirishima looked like he relaxed, sharing a shy smile in return.
“I haven’t heard your laugh in a while.”
The wording sobered Bakugou immediately, and he frowned, crossing his legs to face his dumb shitty haired partner, “Yeah, well, it’s been a shitty summer.”
Kirishima’s face fell and Bakugou flicked him on the forehead. “Stop that. It’s not been all bad. But no way can I kiss you with that stupid look.”
“Try again,” Kirishima softly pleaded.
Bakugou took him by the chin and stared.
Still stupid. Kirishima’s brows weren’t so tightly lined up, but he still looked at Bakugou like some lost animal.
Bakugou didn’t close his eyes. He needed to see this Kirishima. He stared until he was cross eyed and pressed his lips against him.
It was comforting. Like holding hands or sleeping against a warm body. It didn’t make Bakugou’s heart beat wildly and it definitely didn’t evoke the same feeling of arousal that he had experienced trying to pleasure himself back in the cave. But it was comfort, and Bakugou realized that it was comfort that he was needing.
Kirishima did not move and Bakugou never tried to deepen the kiss either. His mouth laid perfectly flat against Kirishima’s.
But it was intimate. Unspoken words of love were passed through lips and they laid it across from one another. Kirishima’s breathing from his nostrils fanned against Bakugou’s cheek. Kirishima was so close, Bakugou could properly smell him. A deep scent of earth and fire. Bakugou traced Kirishima’s neck with his fingers, feeling a light pulse under his pads. It was Kirishima. Warm and present under him. A hot, sweet fire held together in human form.
Bakugou moved his mouth against the rigidness of Kirishima’s lips, flicking just a little bit of his tongue to taste him.
“Damn!”
Bakugou was in such a trance that he wasn’t expecting the hard shove, knocking him back.
He couldn’t lie that he felt a bit hurt, but he saw Kirishima breathing hard, eyes wild and clutching his groin.
There was a dark splotch on the front of his pants.
Bakugou wasn’t disgusted. If anything, bewildered that Kirishima had such a reaction from something so innocuous.
“Sorry,” Kirishima hissed, his breathing erratic, “Y-you should go. Or I should go…. one of us needs to go.”
Bakugou wasn’t listening to him, his eyes fixed on the front of Kirishima’s pants.
“Can I touch it?”
Kirishima gaped at Bakugou.
“Did you not hear me? I-I don’t want to lose control again.”
Bakugou also didn’t want that. But he wondered if Kirishima’s loss of control was sudden or gradual.
“I think if we’re figuring this part out, we need to figure it out together,” Bakugou said, scooching closer.
“No. I’m not risking hurting you again,” Kirishima stated firmly.
Bakugou furrowed his brows.
Kirishima’s sex drive as a dragon was not going to go away. But maybe they were looking at this all wrong. Did Kirishima have to penetrate to feel satisfied? Like sex was just sex, and maybe that desire could be satiated if Bakugou was the one who… he grimaced. Somehow, Bakugou felt like he would really step into the role of the pudgy man from his nightmares. That he might become him. Bakugou felt queasy thinking who here was the true monster.
But if Kirishima could enjoy himself, maybe relieve himself a little, Bakugou would sacrifice a little sense of self.
“I can try on you. Uh, putting it in.”
“Putting what in?”
“My dick, shit for brains,” Bakugou spat, embarrassed.
Kirishima also looked doubtful and not pleased.
“I… if that would make you happy.”
“I’m doing it for you, dumbass!”
Kirishima shuffled from foot to foot, looking bashful.
“I’ve already tried that.”
“HAH!?”
“I tried it! Before. Out of curiosity. With my fingers,” Kirishima explained hastily.
WHAT!?
“When the fuck was this!?
“After I… hurt you, I thought if I could relieve myself to get that, well, desire out so I didn’t do that again.”
“And!?”
“And it won’t work,” Kirishima shook his head, “I don’t think male dragons were made to, I dunno, take it?”
“Weren’t you going to fuck Sparky?” Bakugou folded his arms. The memory had still been seared in his brain. The way that Sparky had quieted down and the way Kirishima had mounted him looked like they had been both very ready to let Kirishima fuck the sparkle bitch.
Kirishima’s eyes widened, “No! Well, no that was different. I don’t see him that way.”
Bakugou quirked a brow, “Yet you had your giant ass dragon dick out.”
“It’s different,” Kirishima solidified, “I felt a need to… make sure he knew his place, it’s not at all what I feel for you.”
“You don’t want to ‘put me in my place’?”
Kirishima’s face was starting to match the colour of his hair, “No-not exactly. I mean, yea, NO! No, ahhhh, it’s hard to explain. Like, I-fuck, Bakugou, I’m so messed up.”
“Just to be clear, I WANT you to mark me. I want you to want me and not some scrawny second-rate dragon.”
Kirishima exhaled, running a hand through the frills in his hair, “I wanted to dominate. I never really talked to them about it, but I’m pretty sure it would make me look like the dragon in charge? It was just an overwhelming desire to be seen as the dominant dragon. But it’s separate from my need for you. I- I want to do a lot of things to you but I don’t have the words for them. Like I want to touch you because you’re- and I want to, well…”
“Fucking spit it out.”
“Breed you,” Kirishima panted, not looking at him, “mark you, feed you, touch you, fuck you, because you’re MINE,” the last word came out inhumanely making Bakugou jump.
The word had blurred his beast and human side. Bakugou couldn’t distinguish them and it felt like it had come out of Kirishima’s core.
Kirishima blinked, as if coming into himself and he started to back away, “S-sorry, sorry, I’m all wrong. So wrong”
“No. You’re a dragon,” Bakugou tried to put a coolness to his voice, “but you’re not making much sense here either. Am I gonna have to explain why two males can’t have kids?”
Kirishima glared, “I’m not that green, Bakugou. But it’s this desire. Like, I don’t know how to explain it other than another type of hunger and I feel starved. Gods, if you only knew some of the dreams I’ve had of you, you probably would never want to see me again.”
Huh. Okay.
Bakugou wasn’t sure if he should mention his own fucked up dreams and weird fantasies. He tried to focus on the point Kirishima was stressing over.
“So you don’t think you’re a dragon capable of being dominated?” Bakugou tried to understand.
“I don’t know if I want to be dominated,” he muttered honestly.
“Well you haven’t exactly had a life of experiences,” Bakugou said wryly.
Kirishima shook his head, “It didn’t work when I tried. I physically can’t pass my fingers through there. Not in human form. Like I can only barely breach the, um, you know, entrance,” Kirishima ended weakly.
“But as a dragon?”
Kirishima looked sheepish.
“I don’t really know. I don’t think I want that, but yeah, maybe in dragon form it would be possible to be uh, penetrated. It’s kinda hard to experiment without human hands.”
Oh, Bakugou was definitely not wanting to think about the logistics on fucking a dragon. He refused to even entertain the image.
“Maybe you didn’t do it right. It’s harder when you’re doing it to yourself,” Bakugou suggested.
Kirishima looked puzzled, “You think? Wait, have you-?”
“Don’t,” Bakugou warned with heat against his cheeks, “and let me help you. Lie down, it’s easier.”
Bakugou wasn’t going to wait for the dragon to change his mind.
Bakugou rifled through their belongings. He didn’t have the reeds on him, but he had a bottle of oil from lunch. Kirishima laid against a thick assortment of lush grass and Bakugou knelt beside Kirishima, his heat a tiny hearth next to Bakugou.
“What’s that?”
“Something to make this easier.”
Kirishima didn’t look happy, but he seemed to have calmed down at least. He took his trousers off but held it in a bundle over his inflating cock. Bakugou felt annoyed. He had already seen the damned thing, but he didn’t provoke. Kirishima surrendered his body to Bakugou and Bakugou knelt between his legs.
It was VERY strange to see Kirishima like this. Bakugou wasn’t sure if either of them were enjoying this, but Bakugou thought that it was more the idea that it had to be done. He spilled the oil on his fingers and Kirishima did look with interest. Feeling his fingers properly slicked up, Bakugou felt for Kirishima’s ass. He had never intimately touched Kirishima like this and Bakugou did feel himself rouse with heat in his stomach. His own cock started to feel uncomfortable in his trousers, and he could see Kirishima was watching the front of Bakugou’s pants. He didn’t say a damned word, thankfully.
Bakugou steadied his fingers, feeling for the entrance to Kirishima’s hole. It was hot. Almost to the point that it could feel like a burn. The rim was tightly shut and Bakugou tried to press into it, but it almost felt like trying to open up a belly button. Kirishima was no longer looking at him, lying down while biting his lip. Bakugou could see Kirishima’s own dick retract back into his slit, as if nervous. Bakugou tried to be more soothing, catching the rim with his fingers and trying to dip in, but it wouldn’t give.
“It won’t go in,” Kirishima informed gruffly.
Bakugou frowned. He tried to apply steady pressure instead and was discouraged when maybe only a fingernail worth entered. Kirishima snarled and dug his fingers into the grass. Maybe Bakugou had to just push and-
“Enough!” Kirishima yelled, knocking Bakugou back.
Bakugou caught himself before he was completely knocked over.
“Shit, sorry, I-sorry,” Kirishima huffed, rubbing his eyes.
“The fuck you sorry for,” Bakugou sighed, feeling at a loss on what to do.
“I don’t know if it’s just because of my body, but it won’t work. I don’t know how that would ever get me to release,” Kirishima grated.
“We can think of something else,” Bakugou said, wiping his hands on the grass.
“We don’t have to do this either,” Kirishima said sulkily.
“How are you going to deal with your ruts?”
“It’s my problem.”
Bakugou scowled, “Don’t be a fucking ass.”
Kirishima rasped, “Sorry, I’m just-”
“Frustrated? I get that. Which is why figuring out how to rid you of your rut cravings or whatever, is important to me.”
Kirishima nodded, rubbing his face.
“Are you going to have supper with me, or continue to run and hide?”
Kirishima came to him like a guilty dog and Bakugou grabbed his head, bumping their foreheads together.
“You are mine too, Kirishima. Don’t forget that. And I don’t like what’s mine to sulk in the corner.”
Kirishima’s stupid lip quivered again.
“Let’s get you fed, dumbass.”
…
It felt nice. Things weren’t resolved, but Bakugou felt that the air was breathable.
They had kissed. It hadn’t been star shattering, but it was comfortable. Kirishima was comfort. Sitting with him. Riding with him. Sharing food. The dance. Comfortable. And so was the kiss.
Bakugou thought everything would be more or less back to normal when Kirishima expressed still not wanting to share a cave.
“Are you so insecure about your self control that you think you’ll attack me?” Bakugou grumbled.
“I don’t want to risk it,” Kirishima replied sullenly.
Bakugou patted a spot next to him on the sheepskin, ignoring his worries.
“Come here, stupid dragon. Or you gonna let your mate freeze to death?”
Kirishima glared, “You’re not taking this seriously.”
“Sure I am,” Bakugou yawned, “but we’ll deal with the situation when it feels closer to a problem. Or do you feel like ravishing me right now?”
Kirishima’s face blushed, but he shook his head.
“Fantastic, come here.”
They didn’t often sleep together in Kirishima’s human form, usually if a space was too tight. It was easier for Kirishima to curl around Bakugou as a dragon and provide heat. But Bakugou wanted to hold him. He was going to be a bitch about it too.
Kirishima gave in reluctantly, but Bakugou felt satisfaction when Kirishima crawled into bed, pressing his face against Bakugou’s chest, lips laid against his necklaces. He wrapped his arms around Bakugou, hesitantly.
“It’s about damned time. I’ve been fucking cold,” Bakugou sniffed and Kirishima softly laughed.
“You’re the strongest person I know, Bakugou,” Kirishima whispered.
Bakugou rolled his eyes, “I’m like the only person you know.”
Kirishima didn’t respond, but he clung to Bakugou like he would slip from his grasp at any moment.
…
Bakugou woke up cold, the little bit of light peeking in meant that it was morning but not enough that excused waking up so early. Bakugou groggily searched with his hands for any signs of warmth, but the sheepskin was empty. Bakugou groaned, rising up to wipe the sleep from his eyes, before catching a figure at the mouth of the cave.
“Kirishima get back here. It’s fucking cold,” Bakugou grumbled, pulling the sheepskin over his bare arms.
“N-no,” Kirishima said in a raised whisper.
“What? Why?”
“Y-you. You smell. Gods, hah , Bakugou, you smellllll, hah , I can smell you even from here. I can’t. I really don’t think I can control myself.”
He was shaking.
Bakugou’s heart immediately leapt to his throat, eyeing the only exit where Kirishima was sitting. He forced himself not to think a repeat could happen like the last time Kirishima lost control, but his body didn’t receive the message. He felt goosepimples prick at his back and his breath seemed stuck.
Breathe.
He forced the cool air into his lungs, giving himself a minute to let the air move in and out of his body. Cool. Crisp. It felt good.
He pulled the furs off him, slowly padding towards Kirishima, the stone floor felt like ice on his feet.
“Maybe you don’t have to.”
Kirishima whipped his head, eyes confused and afraid.
Bakugou took another breath. That’s what he ‘trained’ for, right? To deal with this shit?
“I mean. I know what to expect now. I should be okay.”
“You don’t mean that,” came Kirishima’s harrowing whisper.
Bakugou’s heartbeat did not keep even pace, but he created a mask of nonchalance as he rolled his eyes.
“You don’t even remember anything. We never really talked about it. Yeah, you went wild and it surprised me, but nothing I can’t handle.”
Kirishima stood up, his face tight and teeth bared.
“You have no idea what expression you made when I found you. You looked like… gods, I’ve never seen you look so terrified in your life. Of me!” Kirishima bellowed.
Bakugou frowned, feeling guilty that he didn't have a handle on his emotions.
“It-”
“Don’t lie, Bakugou. I won’t trust myself with you if I don’t think you would trust me with the truth.”
Fuck.
“Okay,” Bakugou huffed, “but this issue isn’t just going to go on its own.”
“Which is why you have to run,” Kirishima shook his head.
“You know I won’t,” Bakugou said.
He won’t abandon Kirishima like this.
Kirishima groaned, suddenly leaning forward “Fayhorne’s roots, you don’t understand. Even now, I-I can feel myself slipping. It’s like… it’s like trying to stay underwater when you need air, Bakugou, and the surface is right there .” Kirishima snarled, looking at Bakugou with the same intensity that predators stalk their prey with a gaze.
Bakugou felt himself wanting to run. Everything in him screamed that he should. But what then? Just run whenever Kirishima got like this? And when Kirishima caught him? This is what he prepared for dammit.
“FUCK,” Kirishima gasped, dropping his head into Bakugou’s shoulder, holding his own arms so tight that his claws looked like they were making effort to break his hardened skin.
“You have to go. NOW.”
Bakugou shook his head, not trusting his voice to stay steady.
“ Please . Please,” Kirishima begged, “I really can’t forgive myself if something happened to you again.”
Bakugou shook his head again, with more conviction, “Shut up, I’m thinking…”
Shit. If only they had a bit more time, maybe they could have asked Bottom Lashes and Sparky if there were other ways to calm a dragon. He was lost here. And Kirishima looked like he was desperately on his last line of sanity.
Kirishima broke the silence between them when he offered what no living creature should ever offer.
“My name. You can say it,” Kirishima said softly, slowly inhaling Bakugou’s scent on his neck.
Bakugou patted him on the head, “Kiri.”
“My true name. Use it.”
Bakugou stalled his hand, the words dawning on Bakugou.
“Kirishima that’s… no.”
“Use it. If you have to,” Kirishima murmured, suddenly gripping Bakugou’s arm tightly.
“No! Gods, Kirishima that’s so… wrong.”
“Not if it’s you. I’m yours. All yours. You already own me,” Kirishima gasped, his breathing becoming harsher.
“That’s… fuck, Kirishima, I’m not going to say your true name,” Bakugou flinched.
“You’ve already used it,” Kirishima groaned.
Bakugou felt a guilt wash over him, “That was a mistake.”
“Listen!” Kirishima shuddered, his eyes going hard, “the last time you used it on me, it didn’t feel… bad. Weird, okay, like your hand had reached into me and held my heart, but not in a bad way.”
“How the fuck does that not sound like in a bad way?” Katsuki asked, horrified. The description sounded appalling.
“It wasn’t,” Kirishima tried to convince, “look, you’re saying you trust I won’t hurt you again?”
“I’m saying I trust you,” Bakugou corrected.
“Then trust me on this. And I’ll trust you to only say it if things get bad.”
Bakugou felt shaken. That was too much power over a single person. He would literally have all of Kirishima’s life. His very essence, on the tip of the tongue. His mouth already felt heavy as Kirishima’s true name danced along his brain.
But he was afraid. The night that Kirishima lost control still hadn’t left his mind. He couldn’t deny the use of his true name gave him assurance. He nodded, grabbing Kirishima’s wrists.
“Come back with me.”
Kirishima whimpered, nearly stumbling as he crashed into Bakugou, his heat encapsulated all of Bakugou.
They made their way to the back, Bakugou allowing Kirishima to lie on the sheep skin.
“Bakugou,” Kirishima whined, and Bakugou covered his eyes.
“Try to hold on a couple of minutes. I’m going to make sure this goes right.”
“Wh-what should I do?” Kirishima asked, sounding afraid, “H-how can I make this easy for us?”
Bakugou’s cheeks burned, “Just don’t move, Shitty Lizard.”
Bakugou went for the reeds, finding them wilted but still weirdly juicy. He set them aside, next to Kirishima. The morning glow had filtered through the cave, golden highlights out of Kirishima and Bakugou’s reach. But the light was enough that Bakugou saw Kirishima in his most terrified state. His body was wound up tight, red glittering scales broke the skin, his mouth opened and teeth dangerous. He looked beautiful. Bakugou always thought so. Strong. He had a body that would have been written in legends.
But legends told tales of stoic heroes, not men that giggled when a bird landed on him.
That was his Kirishima.
He also couldn’t help but eye the bump at the front of Kirishima’s trousers. It looked comical with how much they stretched the fabric, but it was also slightly terrifying.
Bakugou pulled off his own trousers first, leaving him naked at twilight. He didn’t feel as vulnerable as last time. Maybe it was because Kirishima was keeping his eyes pinched shut, like an obedient lizard. Bakugou let out a breath, moving his hands towards Kirishima’s trousers.
Immediately, Kirishima broke and grabbed Bakugou’s hands, his breath shot out in short spurts.
“Kirishima,” Bakugou said hard, “let go.”
Kirishima’s eyes were blown wide open, the gold filtering through his iris like whirling sand. He very obviously took his time to look at Bakugou’s body, from his chest to his groin. The skin on his palms felt hard and the heat seared Bakugou’s skin.
“Kirishima,” Bakugou repeated, feeling his voice tremble.
Kirishima let go of his hand, still breathing hard.
“Are you here with me?” Bakugou asked.
Kirishima knitted his brows, “Ye-yeah.”
“I’m taking off your pants.”
Kirishima nodded, slowly lying back down, but watching Bakugou without a blink.
Okay.
Bakugou pulled the cloth down, watching Kirishima’s phallus climb up, engorged in blood. It was bigger than the tourmaline, Bakugou noticed. Bakugou felt sweat prickle on his neck but ignored it as he stripped Kirishima completely.
They were both naked.
Which it’s not like they hadn’t been before, but context was everything. Bakugou’s eyes fluttered downward, watching Kirishima’s rigid and red coloured cock. The slit pushed Kirishima’s skin to the side to make room for the gargantuan. How the fuck did it get inside Bakugou the first time? Not without a lot of pain and injury. Fuck, and it had been painful. Bakugou looked at it aghast, not knowing how the fuck he was going to get it in a second time. It glinted in the dim light like a weapon.
Bakugou didn’t want this to be frightening. He leaned closer, looking at all the thick ridges on the underside of the dick. The source of heat felt like it was coming from here.
“Is it okay to touch?”
Kirishima’s eyes were pinched shut again, but he nodded, releasing a breath.
Bakugou out of curiosity stroked the ridges. They were firm, but not as hard as he thought they’d be. Kirishima let out a shaky gasp and Bakugou took that as a sign to continue. He came closer, right between Kirishima’s legs and grasped the cock more confidently with a hand. Kirishima groaned, back curved as he practically arched into Bakugou’s hand. Bakugou let go as if burned and Kirishima dropped an arm over his face.
“S-sorry.”
“Just surprised me is all,” Bakugou muttered, going again to touch.
Kirishima allowed him, wiggling down to get closer to Bakugou and Bakugou grasped Kirishima’s member with both hands. It was so hot. Hotter than any part of Kirishima. And the entire dick felt firm, like it was hardening still and encased in thickened smooth skin. An oily substance coated the entire dick, making it difficult to grip. It fucking throbbed like molten lava was pushing under Kirishima’s skin.
Bakugou oddly felt some of his own desire squirm under his belly. Like the lava had reached his own veins, pulsing through, creating a fire that matched the dragon’s. Bakugou shuddered, focused on the raging cock beating with its own heartbeat.
This was different. All different. Putting aside the obvious that Kirshima hadn’t lost his shit, the slow progression of touches and Kirishima being the one lying down made Bakugou feel… safe.
With conviction, Bakugou began to move his hands, analyzing what each ridge felt against the palm of his hand. Kirishima moaned, hot, as he surrendered himself to Bakugou’s grip. Bakugou moved his hand like he would pleasure himself, using both to fully hold Kirishima and he moved his hands slow, thumbing the tip as he moved up. The pearls of his seed formed at the tip, dribbling against Bakugou’s thumb.
Kirishima was trembling, helpless next to Bakugou and Bakugou wanted more.
“Kirishima, look at me.” Bakugou demanded.
Kirishima did, his eyes golden bright, their eyes locked together and Bakugou felt a thrill fire up his spine.
White, hot, fluid suddenly encompassed his hands.
“S-sorry! Ah! I didn’t know that would happen,” Kirishima spluttered.
Bakugou looked at his hands in disbelief. This had been inside him. It was thicker than his own, both in viscosity and quantity. It felt gooey, with a stench of acidity. Bakugou couldn’t help but feel it between his fingers, fascinated.
“Oh, gods, Bakugou, can you not?”
Bakugou snapped his head to Kirishima, refusing to feel embarrassed, “What?”
“That’s… what you’re doing. It makes it look like you’re thinking of tasting it.”
His seed!?
Bakugou hastily wiped it on his thighs, but it was worse. Bakugou felt it as a gooey mess on his skin. Kirishima actually looked disappointed.
Did he WANT him to lick it?
Bakugou felt a bit mortified, but he didn’t want to slow their progression.
Bakugou got up, standing up above from Kirishima. Kirishima’s face was fire, looking at Bakugou like a feast and Bakugou knelt, thighs pressing against Kirishima’s sides.
They were both breathing hard now. There was an excitement that flickered between the two of them. The same feeling Bakugou got when they started to spar and their bodies became a whirlwind dance.
He reached out to grab one of the reeds, slicking up his fingers, mixing it into a goo of Kirishima’s seed.
Kirishima did not have a human expression on his face.
“How in control are you right now?” Bakugou asked shakily.
“I feel like I’m about to lose it all,” Kirishima panted, watching Bakugou’s fingers as they made their way to Bakugou’s rear.
“We go slow. You don’t do anything,” Bakugou instructed, and he breached his entrance with a finger.
It was easy to do now. Knowing what to expect, and one small finger wasn’t going to cripple him. But he was being watched. Carnally. Bakugou could feel in every truth of the world that Kirishima desired him and his last human reasoning was holding him back from taking Bakugou by force.
Bakugou angled himself to lean closer to Kirishima, close enough to kiss but not quite as he tried not to be impatient with the next finger.
Kirishima created a rumble. It resonated like an echo chamber in the back of his throat as Kirishima’s eyes flicked between Bakugou’s face and his groin.
Bakugou felt himself flush. His own cock was different, pinkened at the tip and blending into pale skin. Bakugou had grown a gold tuff of hair at the base of his cock, different from Kirishima’s smooth skin. Bakugou’s cock looked almost elegant against the behemoth now pressing against the cleft of his ass.
Bakugou would not think about the pain.
You’re just going to remember how good you feel , like a good boy . An intrusive and wretched voice echoed in Bakugou’s mind. It stalled him completely.
Disgusting. Dirty. Debauched child, the voice oozed, and Bakugou felt panicked as the phantom voice took over.
Strong arms, solid, encircled his neck and pulled him forward.
“Bakugou,” Kirishima’s voice was warm and rosy against his ear.
Creep wasn’t here.
It was just Kirishima.
Bakugou felt a lump in his throat. He wasn’t going to fucking cry. He kept with his momentum, shoving carefully his fingers back and forth, inhaling Kirishima’s scent. Kirishima was tightening his grip, the low rumble vibrated against Bakugou’s body, and unthinkingly, Bakugou kissed Kirishima’s cheek.
Kirishima growled and suddenly twisted Bakugou around. Bakugou was knocked to his stomach, and just as quick, Bakugou could feel Kirishima sit on his legs, Kirishima’s cock threatening to rip into him. Bakugou felt panic erupt. He was face down, with no leverage and Kirishima’s drool splattered over his back.
No!
“Let me go!” Bakugou demanded
He felt the heated member push against his ass, trying to worm itself into him.
“Kirishima, I said no!” Bakugou barked, feeling his breathing spiral out of control.
The dragon either ignored him or did not understand, as Kirishima made another attempt to spread Bakugou’s ass wide so he could-
“EJIROU!”
Kirishima stopped, sounding like someone punched him.
His actions completely ceased. Bakugou couldn’t even hear ragged breathing.
Fuck.
Fuck. He shouldn’t have.
Weak, stupid, what if he had hurt Kirishima in a worse way than he had been?
“Kirishima? Kirishima, are you okay?”
A weak gasp, “Y-yes.”
“Can you get off me?”
Kirishima did and Bakugou rolled over.
Kirishima’s face was frightening. It looked like he was fighting a battle of internal demons. His breathing was ragged and he shook. His face only an inch apart from Bakugou as he gnashed his teeth together. He didn’t move from where he was and his cock was still pulsating.
“Hurtssss,” Kirishima hissed.
In an instant, Bakugou understood what Kirishima meant on a level he never knew he could. It wasn’t like he could feel Kirishima’s current pain, but he understood Kirishima more than he had ever.
Ejirou .
Bakugou had unknowingly called on magic to make the dragon known as Ejirou submit to him. And the dragon Ejirou and everything that encompassed him was released to Bakugou.
Embarrassment. Anxiety. Desire. Fear. Arousal. Pleasure. Ownership. Need.
Kirishima’s feelings were known to Bakugou in an instant, a chain linking Kirishima’s heart to Bakugou. Bakugou understood. He understood that Kirishima’s desire for him was maddening. It was painful. Kirishima needed release.
“ Ejirou ,” Bakugou whispered in his ear, full of his own desire laced in that name and Kirishima moaned. Bakugou felt it this time. A direct line of control. Bakugou wasn’t claiming ownership nor would he have Kirishima succumb to servitude. Bakugou would never undignify Kirishima in that way. But it almost felt like finding a leash to a star. Something impossible, but Bakugou had a tight hold on the line and Bakugou pulled the glimmering star towards him, gently guiding it, trying not to be forceful.
“ Ejirou .”
Kirishima pulled himself up, a surprised look on his face.
“Are you here with me?”
Kirishima nodded and then shook his head, “Don’ know. Brain feels like it’s slippin’ out,” Kirishima slurred.
“Let me have control then.”
Bakugou pushed Kirishima down and Kirishima was shaking so hard.
“ Stay , Ejirou .”
Bound by Bakugou’s word, Kirishima had no choice.
“Hands down.”
The veins in Kirishima’s neck and arms bulged. Bakugou had no idea if Kirishima was fighting to listen to Bakugou, or fighting against it. There was a rumbling from Kirishima, deep in his chest. It echoed an ancient sound in the cave but the predator stayed where he was. Bakugou felt himself sweaty, the cave feeling now humid and hot with Kirishima’s presence.
He knelt over Kirishima again, watching him watch him, as he methodically went back to fingering himself. The terrifying beast whined, thrashing his head as Bakugou could see and feel the desperation on Kirishima. When he slipped a third finger in, Bakugou thought it was enough. He scooted his hips back, feeling the hot press of Kirishima’s desire against his ass.
Kirishima threw his head back, the rumbling deepened as he thrusted his hips up.
“No,” Bakugou harshly whispered, “ Ejirou. Stay still.”
Kirishima kept his body tense, but his body looked like it entered rigor mortis.
Bakugou then reached back, gliding his hand along the thick ridges of Kirishima’s cock, the heat liquid fire. Kirishima was panting hard, unable to move with his bond and Bakugou guided the tip to his entrance. It didn’t spark fear in him. Not this time.
The tip punctured through, and Bakugou held his breath as he clenched experimentally around the tip. It felt… good. Not like the hard edges of the stone he used to fuck himself with. The cock almost squished into his entrance, still feeling firm, but the sensation was pleasurable.
Bakugou lowered himself carefully, his guts tight, and Kirishima all but howled.
“Bakugouuuu,” he gargled, and Bakugou felt suspended in relief that Kirishima, his Kirishima, was still there. Bakugou took a small breath as he lowered himself further, feeling the glide against his insides, the ridges slowly rubbing the interior a-and-
Bakugou gasped.
A full body shudder went through him. Being able to feel the cock in him stirred something in him and he felt his own cock pool in blood. He hadn’t processed Kirishima’s body at all last time, but he was paying attention to it now. The throbbing from Kirishima’s dick was creating a steady rhythm inside him.
“Bakugou, Bakugou,” Kirishima panted, snarled, pleaded.
“Almost there,” Bakugou reassured breathlessly.
The cock stretched him, but with how slow he was moving, Bakugou felt Kirishima move the walls of his innards, reaching farther and farther within him. Bakugou had to stop every so often just to catch his breath.
And then Bakugou made a surprised sound when his ass met perfectly against Kirishima’s pelvis, Kirishima’s full length sheared inside of him. Kirishima was looking at Bakugou, equally surprised. He zeroed in on Bakugou’s ass, as if not believing what he was feeling. Bakugou realized how truly embarrassing the view was. Kirishima could see all of him. Hardened dick and all.
“It’s in,” Bakugou confirmed the obvious.
Kirishima was shaking, “It’-it’s so good, Bakugou. So good. It’s so hard not to- ugh! Move!”
Bakugou agreed. But he felt a satisfaction that Kirishima was inside him and Bakugou could… appreciate it? It oddly didn’t hurt?
“I’m going to move,” Bakugou grunted and he pulled himself up.
Bakugou gasped as the glide out made his entire insides sing. SH-shit. That felt. Holy fuck that wasn’t like a finger at all. It wasn’t like the tourmaline either.
Before Bakugou had been in such pain that he didn’t get to feel the odd texture moving inside of him. Now it caught on his walls, dragging across, and Bakugou couldn’t stop the small keen from his throat.
Kirishima lashed out.
There was another roar, desperate, and Bakugou felt his connection with Kirishima rattle. The dragon was fighting against old magic just to get to him. It scared Bakugou. That he would lose Kirishima again.
But nothing was stronger than the use of a true name.
“ Ejirou ,” the name danced along Bakugou’s tongue, and a shiver ran up his spine, “we’re going to mate properly.”
The promise hung heavy between them and Bakugou was no liar.
Kirishima nodded, caught on a ledge between falling away from his rational mind and staying present.
Bakugou steadied himself by placing his hands on Kirishima’s chest, warm stone beneath him. He moved himself, trembling as Kirishima’s cock ridges caught through his rim.
“Fuuuuck,” he hissed, wanting, needing more of it.
He sat back down, his sweat soaked skin slapping against Kirishima and they both shouted from the intense friction.
Sh-shit! What the hell. This was… Bakugou couldn’t think well. The heat was infectious, and Bakugou felt the same dizziness he would get from a hot spring. Kirishima switched from growls to whimpers, and Bakugou wondered how lost he was.
“You still here with me?” Bakugou asked again, panting.
“Yessss.” Kirishima replied with more effort and Bakugou felt relief when he heard him.
“Good. You better remember this, Shitty Hair.”
He doubled his efforts to glide up against the cock, before bringing himself down. The cock pressing against places that have never been touched before. It was addicting. The size. The heat.
Bakugou laughed.
He didn’t think it would ever feel this good.
It created crackles under his skin, pleasure moved to every corner and he felt so fucking sensitive. He wanted Kirishima to touch him. Bakugou eyed the claws, flexed and scraping straight through the sheepskin.
“ Ejirou ,” Bakugou said, feeling the invisible string snap Kirishima’s attention, “you can touch me, but you can’t hold too hard.”
It wasn’t an order. A suggestion. But it kept the security that Kirishima couldn’t hurt him. Within seconds of saying it, Kirishima’s hands were on him. They encircled Bakugou’s waist, pulling him forward, and they roamed over Bakugou’s back. It was sweltering. Bakugou was drenched in sweat, but not uncomfortably. It made him antsy to move, a plethora of energy with Kirishima exploring his body.
“Don’t bite,” Bakugou ordered, and he pressed himself against Kirishima.
The kiss wasn’t at all like last time. Bakugou's mouth was open and he curiously put his tongue against Kirishima's mouth. Kiriishima's tongue was slippery and it moved along Bakugou's like a snake. Bakugou tried to multitask, moving his hips and exploring the heated mouth of his dragon. Bakugou’s mouth was invaded by a thick long tongue, as Kirishima suddenly pushed back into Bakugou's territory. Bakugou momentarily panicked, worried that he wouldn’t have a voice if Kirishima lost control, but Kirishima pulled back, face serious.
“Keep saying my name,” Kirishima said, voice raw, “keeps me grounded.”
Bakugou blinked and let out a soft laugh, “Kinda hard with your tongue down my throat.”
“I’ll break the kiss if I feel I’m slipping,” Kirishima murmured, before diving back in.
It was a sensory overload. The tongue had far more dexterity than Bakugou’s own and it dominated his mouth. Bakugou allowed the dragon to reach wherever he pleased, but the tongue licking the top of his mouth had him moaning. How the fuck was that sensitive? The moan spurred the dragon into action, gripping Bakugou fiercely, hands sinking into his flesh but Bakugou could tell the grip was weakened with Bakugou’s bound words.
Bakugou too, explored Kirishima in a way only seen in his dreams. He cradled Kirishima’s face, feeling the hardened jawline, the scar above his eyebrow, the odd textured frills disguised as hair.
Bakugou’s body tightened when both of Kirishima’s hands made for his ass and Bakugou pulled back his head to breathe.
Kirishima sang, head hitting the sheepskin a little too hard, “OHH oh gods, it’s so tight inside you.”
Bakugou panted against Kirishima’s cheek, kissing it, and tried squeezing again, this time by choice.
Kirishima let out a half cry and a half roar, and Bakugou was fast to push back on his dick with an audible squelch.
“Oh gods,” Kirishima mewled.
Bakugou knew what to do now. He used his thighs to pull himself upward and then drop back down. Kirishima freely cried, face still scrunched and scales becoming more and more present on his face like little jewels. Bakugou licked his lips, and moved, feeling his spine curve, like somehow moving his back would fit in Kirishima’s cock more. It didn’t, but the dick brushed against something inside Bakugou that made Bakugou’s whole body seize.
“Uhn!” He wheezed, as he moved again feeling his body come alight, the fire blazing in him. He had to chase it. This crazy feeling inside him craving more as he drove Kirishima’s cock further into him.
Kirishima let out an animal cry, but Bakugou could hear him whisper his name. Bakugou wanted more. He wanted more from Kirishima who held him by the waist. He wanted Kirishima to drive further into him and Bakugou moved his body, from top to bottom, hugging the cock close within his body. Bakugou gripped at Kirishima’s hands, holding them in place, as Kirishima helped Bakugou move.
Kirishima was staring at Bakugou again. Eyes almost completely inverted from red to gold. Kirishima’s pupils were nothing but slits and his teeth gnashed together as Bakugou bounced on his thickened cock. Bakugou felt his body coil together, like a snake wrapping itself tight together. He chased the feeling as he began to move faster, clenching around Kirishima as tightly as he could.
Kirishima filled every crevice, and yet it felt like the cock wanted more. With every thrust, it felt Kirishima was shoving himself deeper into Bakugou. Like Kirishima was expanding to conquer all of Bakugou. Except this wasn’t a phantom sensation. It was actually happening.
Bakugou’s eyes flew open as he looked down. His stomach had an outline of Kirishima’s cock. And it wasn’t stopping. Bakugou halted his movement, but Kirishima was still bringing Bakugou down and up against his cock with his arms.
“Fuck!” Bakugou’s eyes rolled as his ass hit the bottom again, but the swelling continued. It started to feel too tight, uncomfortable.
“F-Fuck! Stop! Stop! Kirishima, something’s happening!”
Kirishima made an unintelligent noise, as drool slipped from his cheek, looking dazed as he kept his hands moving.
Fear pricked Bakugou. The same thing happened last time.
“Pull out!” Bakugou cried distressed.
Kirishima’s vocal cords hit a pitch that was other worldly, as he kept fucking into Bakugou, the cock still growing until who knows what kind of size.
“EJIROU!” Bakugou yelped, and Kirishima froze again, this time the rumble came as a threat.
“Ejirou, Kirishima, please. Please. Pull out.” Bakugou cried again, horrified to see his stomach distend.
Kirishima blinked, suddenly gasping as if he had been hit with cold water.
“S-sorry, gods, I-ahhh, fuck,” he hissed, and Bakugou could still feel it. Kirishima’s battle within himself.
The connection to Ejirou still held and Bakugou knew that Kirishima had been on the cusp of sweet release. Bakugou had stopped it. But he was terrified of how big Kirishima was getting.
“Pull out,” Bakugou whispered, and Kirishima tried to scoot back, using his hands to scoop Bakugou from the armpits to pull him off.
Fucking pain hit Bakugou’s rim, as he felt Kirishima’s impossible size snag against his hole.
“Ow! Shit!”
Kirishima kept trying to pull, and Bakugou was afraid Kirishima was going to split him open.
“Ow! Stop! Stop, fucking stop!”
Kirishima let go, and Bakugou sank back down.
“It-it’s stuck.”
“No shit,” Bakugou hissed, “what the fuck is that? Are you transforming?”
Kirishima was breathing hard, “No-no. No. I have to breed you, I need it inside you. I need it. Gods, Bakugou, ah, I need my seed inside you. Let me have it inside you. Please, gods,” Kirishima growled, his entire being an earthquake.
Bakugou searched his memory. He didn’t want to think of the other night. Not here. It had become such a blur. His only vivid point was Kirishima turning suddenly feral. But Bakugou remembered that the swelling didn’t subside until Kirishima had emptied himself into Bakugou.
Fuck.
“Don’t you dare get any bigger,” Bakugou warned and he pushed himself up as far as he could, before impaling himself again.
Kirishima writhed and casted a roar across the cave, the inflation thankfully not increasing in size. Bakugou moved with what he could, but the size didn’t let him pull out far. It crushed him from the insides, pushing against that one spot that lit a tingle in his brain.
“Fuck!” Bakugou shouted, as all he could do was grind the cock on the sensitive spot, an ecstacy building from his core. Kirishima was the noisier one, his snarls and cries filled the space, hiding the sound of wet skin against his body.
Bakugou’s mouth hung open, as he openly gasped for air, the cock taking much of his breathing space. I-it was good. Something about being this full. It ached, but his skin felt stretched and gooey, and lightning raced along his nerves. The cock inside him began to pulse again, sending a beat inside Bakugou that was impossible to ignore. Bakugou groaned a string of superfluous curses, his gums ached to sink his teeth into something.
Kirishima’s voice became more desperate, and Bakugou could hear him whimper out unintelligible words. Bakugou felt his own desperation, feeling the heaviness inside him ready to burst, and he thrusted his hips downward as hard as he could go, when he felt his head enter a cloud and his whole body popping off like a geyser.
His body locked, and he felt his balls contract as he came, orgasm rocking through his body. His seed spilled onto Kirishima. His whole body spasmed as he cried, shocked with how forceful and fucking good his release was. What was more, he felt something more expand in him, and before he could register pain, Kirishima pulled out.
A gush of fluid, Kirishima’s fluid, dripped all over Kirishima’s waist. It stunk heavily of something earthy and acidic. It permeated the whole cave. Kirishima cried as Bakugou felt Kirishima’s own spasms, gyrating his hips to still create as much friction as possible within Bakugou. Bakugou’s strength seeped out of him and he dropped forward, forehead resting on Kirishima’s shoulder.
Kirishima’s powerful arms grabbed him tight, his breath gasping harshly like he had just flown the entire world. They both didn’t try to move, breathing harshly against the other. Bakugou registered the fluid as gross, he wanted to wash, but he was exhausted. Surprisingly not physically, but from relief. There was no salvaging the ruined sheepskin anyway. He closed his eyes, trying to get his breathing under control, and he shuddered as he felt Kirishima trail his arms up and down his back. Kirishima was sucking on his necklaces like a child.
“You good?” Bakugou asked.
Kirishima nodded, “D-did I hurt you?”
“No,” Bakugou said firmly, though in reality he had no idea what his injuries would be like until morning. He felt fucking sore, but there was a pleasantness that overtook all other sensations.
Kirishima’s grip on him tightened, and Kirishima dropped the necklaces to stuff his face into Bakugou’s neck.
“I love you,” Kirishima whispered, and Bakugou didn’t have to look to know he was crying.
“Yeah. Me too, stupid,” Bakugou snorted and he snuck a kiss to Kirishima’s jawline.
Kirishima didn’t respond past that, his touches becoming slower and slower, until they stopped all together. A soft, heavy breathing was heard, and Bakugou knew he had fallen right back to sleep.
Bakugou decided that he very much liked sleeping on top of this warm body and felt his own eyelids droop. He felt the warmth reach his heart and arcadian dreams swept his mind.
He dreamt of Kirishima’s laughter.