Shotos Birthday Present

                                    

                                          
"Hello Shoto happy birthday. I've missed you." 
Kirishima was sat on the bed leaning back on his elbows, his strong muscles easily supported him. He had such an innocent smile on his face as he looked up at Shoto. Eyes filled with joy, looking like a true ray of sunshine.
He wore a white shirt of his own but had it only buttoned in four places, the top three were left loosely open. With a black tie draped casually around his collar. Just the way he preferred it. 
"Eij, what are you doing here?" 
Shoto was confused, but not disappointed. He could use Eijirous help to relax and unwind right now. Eijirou used his two fingers to summon Shoto to the bed. Ebbing his way to sit up higher.
"It's your birthday, I have a present to give you." 
Eijirou patted the space on the bed next to him to which Shoto happily sat. He slouched his back and put his head in his hands until Kirishima pulled on his waist to bring him closer. He truly felt fatigued and defeated. 
"Ei now isn't the time. I'm sorry but I need to just calm down, and I have to go back to the party and..." 
Shoto drifted off. His words quieting down until they were barely a whisper. Kirishima twisted his face trying to think of what could have happened to make his friend look like this. His hand went onto Shoto's back as a sign of support.
Shoto didn't know he was crying until the water droplets dripped from his cheeks into his palms and sizzled into smoke when in contact with his fire quirk. His voice came out weak and shaky. 
"Ei, he was there. He was there and he just." 
Kirishima lifted the weeping snow-kissed boys chin and started to delicately place little kisses over his face until he stopped the tears.  Shoto clutched onto him feeling like he was the only lifeline he had and wasn't ready to let that go yet.
Eijirou started to quicken the kissing, now placing them over Shoto's lips. Forcing their lips to hungrily meet. His lovers lips were graced with gentle nips and tendering kisses until he had given in and reciprocated. He needed this distraction, this comfort and he needed Bakugou out of his head. They both had a terrible week and all because of the same guy. So why couldn't they help each other now like they preciously had?
Shoto didn't have the energy to fight against him. Didn't have the drive to brat against the boy, and the red heads kisses truly were just as sweet as him. 
Over the past year, whilst Bakugou had been busy with agencies and assignments it gave Shoto a lot of free time. Time that he noticed Kirishima had too. They practised training together and talked. They talked a lot. About plans for what they wanted after graduation, about what agencies they could both get into, about Bakugou. They both found an odd sort of peace with each other knowing that they both longed for him. Something neither of them could have.
Although Shoto made sure that Kirishima never knew about the antics him and Bakugou had. And Kirishima made sure that Shoto didn't know about his kiss or confession that he recently shared too. They had agreed that when in need they could turn to each other. A soft comfort gained from each other in a consented way. 
Shoto stood up and helped the red head unbutton the rest of his shirt. Never breaking their chain of kisses. A soft moan broke from his lips and the hunger from Eijirou grew. His arousal dying to break free from his restricting trousers. 
Once his shirt was off and Kirishimas chest was free, the shark-toothed boy stood up and threw Shoto onto the bed. Patience no longer agreeing with him as he pulled at his jeans until they came off and landed on the floor next to him. He fondled his hand over Shoto's pants. His erection growing prominent. There was a small wet stain on the upper rim of his boxers, it smelt of his excitement that he couldn't quite contain. Another moan escaped Shoto. By now he was biting his lip and looking at Kirishima almost beggingly. 
Please let this be my birthday present. 
"Sho. I want you to forget him. Forget the party. Focus only on me. Nothing else. Okay let's just both enjoy our night yeah?" 
Kirishima's voice was full of plead. He wanted to help Shoto forget because he couldn't stand to think of Bakugou right now either. The thought of him made his cock harder but he didn't want Sho to notice in fear of another rejection. One that week was bad enough. 
Kirishima now had gone onto all fours on the bed, towering over the boy. His head and hand directly verticle of Shoto's member. His eyes not leaving Shoto's until he had his consent. 
A single nod. That's all he had enough time for before he skillfully lowered the boxers exposing his prize and wrapped his lips around it. His tongue stroked over the small opening at the top until he tasted a little of Shoto's excitement. He glanced up to see Shoto's eyes had closed accepting the course of events. Head tilted back into the pillow. A contented sigh. 
His hands had moved to grab the bed sheets either side.
Kirishima was loving the reaction he was getting. Loved that he had this affect on the boy, was able to bring him a calming energy. His ego was through the roof and he felt so powerful he could barely contain himself. He wondered if he'd feel this good with Bakugou. 
Or better?