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Kirishima wonders what he must have done right in a past life. What positive things he must have put into the world to have been blessed with such an attentive boyfriend—whose one track mind seems to focus on nothing but Kirishima’s pleasure—in this life.
Currently, he’s in a daze. Lying in his queen bed and mostly immobile due to Bakugou spending the better part of the last hour twisting, pulling, and biting at Kirishima’s nipples. They’re past the point of rubbed raw, and every swipe of Bakugou’s tongue over his heated skin sends a new tingle down Kirishima’s spine and legs.
Unfortunately—or fortunately, Kirishima isn’t quite sure—Bakugou is far from finished.
“Now it’s your turn.” Bakugou’s words aren’t directed to Kirishima; they’re directed to the cleft of his ass.
Holding Kirishima’s thighs out of the way, Bakugou lets his tongue do the talking. Alternating between licking his inner thighs and directly over his perineum. Kirishima’s too tired to do anything but clench around the hot air Bakugou keeps blowing at his hole. At the slight resistance, Bakugou tsks.
“Don’t do that, let me in.”
The tip of his tongue pokes inside Kirishima. For the past hour, Bakugou had been bringing him to the edge and back over and over again. So much so that any new pleasurable sensations already have him floating too close to the sun.
Just as the melting of Icarus’ wings snuck up on the young Grecian hero, Kirishima’s release hits him unexpectedly. Sends him sky high, then plummeting back down to Earth.
The light dragging of Bakugou’s fingertips on Kirishima’s skin borders on painful as Kirishima begins to regain awareness. It clues him in. Lets him know that he’s far too sensitive to be fucked right now. Exhaustion blankets his muscles, immobilizing him when he wishes he could be taking care of Bakugou in the same way Bakugou took care of him.
When Bakugou moves to grab the lube from their bedside table, Kirishima groans, “It’s too much right now, I’m sorry,”
“‘s nothing to be sorry about, baby. Probably wouldn’t last very long anyway.”
It seems like Bakugou genuinely doesn’t care, but the voice inside Kirishima’s head continues to tell him otherwise.
“Are you sure?” Kirishima asks quietly.
“Fuckin’ positive,” Bakugou grunts. “You never gotta do shit for me.”
“Okay.” Kirishima bites his lip and thinks for another moment. ”Then could you come on me.”
“Gladly.”
Bakugou kneels over Kirishima’s torso, jacking himself off with long, slow strokes. Kirishima skims his hands over Bakugou’s thighs, idly stroking the thick quads covered in light hair.
True to his word, it doesn’t take long for Bakugou to say, “Fuck, I’m close.” He inches up Kirishima’s body. “Can you… touch me? Just a little.”
Kirishima takes hold of the dick bobbing over his abdomen. His touch drawing out Bakugou’s climax. He shakes through his orgasm, letting out quiet gasps in response to Kirishima’s soothing coos. When his dick is finally milked dry, Bakugou drops his weight on Kirishima with a litany of curses. Kirishima wraps his arms around the man in his arms, even with the tacky stickiness of jizz between their bodies.
“Thank you, baby.”
Just because Bakugou tops nine times out of ten doesn’t mean he shouldn’t know the wonders of getting his ass eaten. Kirishima decides to ease his boyfriend into this new—and quite frankly, otherworldly—experience to the best of his abilities. While sucking Bakugou’s dick.
That’s how Kirishima finds himself on his knees in front of Bakugou’s favorite armchair, the man of the hour seated comfortably in front of him. He’s holding onto Bakugou’s calf with his left hand, unoccupied right hand coming up to cup and fondle Bakugou’s balls. hair damp with Kirishima’s spit.
After a few minutes of sloppy, uninterrupted sucking, Kirishima decides it’s time for the main event. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before he says, “I have a present for you.”
“Can it wait for later?” Bakugou grunts, head still tipped back to the ceiling and eyes closed. “Kinda in the middle of something right now.”
“Babe, look at me. I’m trying to give you a present.” Kirishima winks on the last word.
Understanding dawns on Bakugou’s face.
“Alright, you better give that present to me good then.”
Kirishima spreads Bakugou’s legs as far as they can go. tugs him forward so that he’s eye level with Bakugou’s ass. Kirishima has smelled this part of Bakugou before, but he hasn’t had the time to fully appreciate the musk until now. It’s clean. A little sweaty but something that Kirishima wants to inhale even more of. He wonders what it might taste like.
Bakugou moans at the first press of Kirishima’s tongue. similar to the taste of Bakugou’s penis: fleshy, a little salty, and not as unpleasant as Kirishima would have expected.
Kirishima more than doesn’t mind it; he kind of likes it. And he doesn’t want to stop until Bakugou’s begging him to. The few minutes Kirishima has to explore the new experience are pleasant. Even more pleasant when accompanied by Bakugou’s moans, grunts, and the thrusting of his cheeks against Kirishima’s face.
“Kirishima.” He looks up and makes eye contact with Bakugou, breathless when he tells Kirishima to, “Suck my dick.”
Kirishima takes just the tip of Bakugou in his mouth.
“Now look at me.”
Kirishima never really understood the appeal of making eye contact while giving or receiving head, but Bakugou seems to enjoy it. A lot. So Kirishima tries to oblige whenever the embarrassment doesn’t take control of his body. stroking the bottom half of his dick quickly as Bakugou pets his fingers through Kirishima’s hair.
The spurts of come down Kirishima’s throat urge him to suck harder and milk Bakugou dry. He doesn’t stop until Bakugou pulls him off with a gasp.
Kirishima sits back. He’s pretty sure that his present was well received.
“So…?” Kirishima traces the lines in Bakugou’s face with the tip of his index finger. “Thoughts? Opinions?”
“I can’t talk right now. I’m pretty sure I came out all my brain cells.”
Kirishima squeezes into the soft chair next to Bakugou and grins. “It’s not just you with the magic tongue in this relationship, huh?”
“I’ll show you magic tongue,” Bakugou growls and rolls them both over.
Time for round two.