Worthy of Love (KiriBaku)

Chapter 4: Steam

A/N: Smut, Masterbation warning

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With Shoji's abrupt exit, Kirishima ran to his room directly next to Bakugo's. He was flustered to say the least; not only was his face burning, but he was desperately trying to make his erection go away (to no avail).

Ignoring the unfinished pile of homework that lay on his desk, he grabbed his towel and shower kit, and made his way down to the first floor to bathe. It was still early enough in the morning that the showers should be empty (except for Shoji as he would typically shower early for privacy although he had obviously already done that).

'Shoji... What must he be thinking right now?' Kirishima wondered as he entered the boys communal shower room. He grimaced thinking of the possibilities. Even though he knew Shoji was a relatively quiet person, something like this would make anyone want to gossip. The thought that a rumor may go around about him leaving Bakugo's room in the middle of the night, especially in that state, made his stomach churn.

Kirishima walked to the furthest shower head from the door just in the instance that someone else was to shower this early, though he doubted that likelihood. He began to undress, folding his clothes and neatly setting them on the bench beside his shower. He turned on the water, watching as it fell, and checking its temperature before stepping under the stream. His erection from earlier had only partially faded away, and the heat from the water wasn't helping the process either. The hot water stung the skin on his chest and legs, turning it red slightly. It felt good, as if all the tension from this morning was finally releasing itself from his muscles. He let out a moan, not caring how loud he was since he was now alone.

He allowed himself to think back to his dream once more, recalling it clearer now. Kirishima groaned again and reached down to stroke his rehardened dick. The dream went something like this: 

Bakugo's lips were soft, but firm, as they kissed each other deeply, their tongues melting into one another. He could almost recall the feel of Bakugo's naked body pressed up against his own. The other boy had used his hard muscles and strong hands to pin Kirishima down as he kissed him harder, their hips grinding into each other. Bakugo led a trail of kisses down from Kirishima's lips to his neck, leaving deep purple hickies there, and then he went lower, down to his crotch.

Before Kirishima could think any further, he was coming onto the floor, groaning loudly as he did so. "AH-Bakugo!"

He shuddered as he finished, watching as the water washed away any hint of his lurid actions.

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Just outside the door, Bakugo stood listening intently to the sounds that were coming from within the bathroom. He had hesitated from going inside when he had heard a loud, animalistic moan. 

'What the hell?' Bakugo thought. 'Who the hell is doing that in the shower?'

He soon found out the answer to his question as he heard his name being yelled passionately. It was... Kirishima?

Bakugo took a step back from the door, his eyes widening in shock. His mouth fell open slightly, gasping. His feet started moving before his brain would process what his ears heard. Soon he was back on the elevator, heading back to his room on the fourth floor. His face was warm and he realized he was blushing like an idiot. The elevator's doors opened up. He covered his cheeks with his hands before exiting the lift and stormed to his room before anyone could see his embarrasment. 

He slammed the door behind him, damned if anyone had anything to say about it. The LED clock above his bed read out the time. 5:32. He huffed, and fell onto his bed, now understanding the situation. 

'Kirishima was just masturbating to me'  Bakugo's blush deepened further, but he didn't feel any sort of anger or disgust. He just felt... 'giddy?' 

He sat up shaking his head. 

"Shut the hell up," He muttered to himself, growing even more irritated with himself. Where the hell was his brain going with this? 

'But you liked it,' his brain argued. 

"I-I-"

'You think it's hot that you could turn him on like that,' his brain teased. 

Bakugo roared in frustration and threw himself down his bed, covering his face with a pillow. Did he like Kirishima?