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Old Flames Rekindled (KiriSero) pt 3

After putting away the groceries, the only things left to put away were the new clothes to which Kirishima offered to clear out a drawer in his dresser. When they were done, Kirishima prepared some food and set it in the oven to cook. He joined Sero at the small dining table, opting to sit next to him instead of across from him.

"So I guess I'll be crashing on your sofa for a while." Sero sighed softly, grateful to not have to go back to his house. He'd deal with that later, right now he needed to focus on getting back to a healthy weight.

"You're more than welcome to sleep with me instead." A soft blush crept across Kirishima's cheeks at the thought of Sero snug and safe in his arms. It'd been years since they'd cuddled like that, mostly because from the beginning, Bakugo had been extremely jealous of Sero. So anytime they'd hang out, Bakugo was always attached at his hip. Which was ironic given how he always snuggled up with Midoriya under the guise of being childhood friends. Of course now that the two were together it was clear how bullshit it all was.

"You coming on to me Ei?" Sero nudged Kirishima's knee with his own playfully. He was pretty sure Kirishima didn't feel the same way he did, he was just being a good friend not wanting to put him out on the less than comfortable sofa.

"Uhh." Kirishima froze up, he really was wasn't he. Fuck. His friend was still recovering from the trauma of losing the love of his life. Hell, he was still recovering from the broken heart Bakugo had left him with. They really weren't in any state to be starting a relationship.

"Oh shit," The guilty look that spread across Kirishima's features had Sero sitting up rigid, completely stunned. "I was joking but, do you actually like me back?"

"I uhh... wait back?" With hope filled eyes, Kirishima leaned in a little closer to Sero, desperate to close the gap between them.

Wrapping his arms around Kirishima's neck to play with red hair, Sero chuckled, giddy and nervous. "Look, I'm probably not ready for this, and I can't promise I won't be a mess, but," he took a deep breath to calm himself down, "I love you."

"I love you too." Kirishima buried his face in Sero's neck, pulling him into his lap, the ever present pilot light, bursting into a full fledged fire

Chuckling softly, Sero straddled Kirishima's lap and pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder, his cock already straining against his new briefs. Being this close he could smell Kirishima, the soft coconut from his shampoo, the warm vanilla from his body wash, the subtle fresh linen of the detergent. The same way he smelled oh so long ago and suddenly he felt like a teen again. Just the two of them cuddled up in Kirishima's bed while they watched a movie. Safe, comfortable, and so very relaxing.

"Fuck." Kirishima nuzzled into Sero's neck, mouthing at his jaw, "I know we probably shouldn't but I'm so horny." His heart hammering against his ribs, need boiling in his gut.

"Me too." Sero chuckled rolling his hips grinding their erections together

"Tell me, oh god please, tell me we can." Kirishima gripped Sero's hips, helping him along so he wouldn't tire or get too sore

"Yeah, yeah we can." Sero whispered threading his fingers through Kirishima's hair tugging gently at the base

With a deep groan, Kirishima kissed Sero's neck feverishly leaving a trail of pale pink little marks. He could hardly think past his secret highschool crush in his lap, finally his. Sure the circumstances could have been better but none of that mattered. Sero was finally his to hold, to love, to keep safe like he'd always wanted too.

Tugging a bit harder, pulling Kirishima's head back, Sero crashed their lips together. Their first proper kiss, filled to the brim with need, a desperation to make up for lost time. Light tugging on lips in between feeling out each other's mouths, mapping them out with their tongues, grinding against each other with urgency, hands wandering everywhere they could reach. Before long they'd tugged off their shirts desperate to be even closer.