He places Kirishima’s hands on his waist, then raises up, letting the cock slip out a little, Kirishima slams back in, filling him with cock and the dreadful knowledge of the jizz he’ll have to deal with leaking from his ass once Kirishima pulls out.

“No apologies. We’ll just have to practice.”

He can practically hear the math equations Kirishima is reciting, keeping himself from cumming before they get to the good part.

“Oh god. I knew you were a tight ass-”

“Yeah? You study my ass? That why you get such shit grades?”

The press of the head against his hole is divine. A promise of more, a collaboration. He lowers himself a little more, then a little more, until finally his ass meets pelvis. It’s overwhelming, being so stretched out and so full, still sensitive from his first orgasm.

He lets the lube warm up in his hand, then slathers it all over the hard cock beneath him. It’s warmer than he expected, the lube melting down the shaft. He straddles Kirishima’s waist, letting his softened dick drag along his abs, drooling pre-cum and leftover jizz along the defined muscle.

“You good?”

He’s not wasting time and effort just because he came early. He’s no quitter.

He pushes Kirishima to the bed, pushes his sweats down, Kirishima taking over to pull them off. Bakugo undresses himself, grabs the lube, while Kirishima’s hands wander the new expanse of exposed skin.

“Yeah, let’s do it!” He clashes his fists together. He’s losing his virginity to a dork.

They kiss some more, their techniques slowly improving, groping at various body parts.

Kirishima scrapes his teeth across Bakugo’s neck. He shudders, legs tensing and cum soaking into his pants. Gross.

“I’m a virgin.”

“So am I. You wanna do this or not?” He won’t push it, but all the prep he’d done in the hours before Kirishima had finally woken up would be wasted if they didn’t, which would be fucking annoying.

He wastes no time in feeling him up, squeezing his pecs, running his hand across his abs, laughing as he involuntarily tenses at the sensation.

“How far you wanna go today?”

“All the way. I’m ready.”

Objectively, their first kiss isn’t great. Neither of them know what the hell they’re doing, but it doesn’t matter. There’s an energy behind it, a tension that elevates it to something indescribable. It’s a culmination, a climax, a chemical reaction.

“Fuck.”

“Shirt off.”

“What do you want?”

“All of it. Give me all of it. Kiss me, fuck me, take me out to dinner, meet my parents. Bite me, make me cum so hard I cry. You in?” It’s a proposition and a challenge, and Kirishima doesn’t back down from those.

“Yeah,” Kirishima says breathlessly “I’ll give you everything.”

“So what’cha hopin’ for? Sex, a relationship, what?”

“What?”

“What do you want? I know you want me, how do you want me?”

Kirishima swallows nervously.

“Against a wall? On a balcony? Maybe in the baths?” Bakugo tilts his head sadistically.

“I’m so sorry, I promise I didn’t mean to send that!”

“I know. S’not a big deal. Already knew you wanted to fuck me.”

Kirishima’s jaw drops, giving Bakugo a nice glimpse of his teeth. Those had to leave some pretty gnarly marks. He smirked. This was gonna be fun.

If my tank was that small, I’d prolly bully him too lol