Kirishima wiped the sweat away, patting the horse's rump as he went to grab the empty buckets and started back for the barn.
"Easy, girls," he drawled, weaving between the horses as they fed and climbing over the wooden fence into the barn. He whistled as he started to muck the stalls, adjusting his hat and swinging with his own tune. It was a good day, old Jezebel was back from the town vet and her ankle was on the mend from the barb incident--thank the gods it hadn't been broken--and the new foal was walking now and could be weaned within a couple weeks.
"You always dance when you're shoveling shit?"
Kirishima grinned, glancing behind him to see the blond menace, also known as the Crown Prince, leaning against the stall door. He looked regal even in the dusty rays of the dawning sun, and his cape brushed the hard packed dirt floor of the barn.
"Ever tried it?" Kirishima teased, setting his shovel to the side and stepping closer, holding out his dirty hand in offer.
Prince Bakugou rolled his eyes but he smiled fondly and accepted Kirishima's hand. "Fucking weirdo," he said, letting Kirishima pull him close and not commenting when Kirishima's touch stained his perfect clothes, even if his parents would most definitely yell at him for it. Kirishima twirled him, humming a tune for them to sway to, laughing when Bakugou's cape wrapped around them both and almost sent them straight into the dirt. Bakugou laughed too, a precious rare sound, and Kirishima pulled him closer so he could nose at his temple and kiss his cheek.
"Going for a ride?" He asked him as they swayed close together.
"Just here to see the view," Bakugou teased, wrapping his arms around Kirishima's neck and leaning up on his tiptoes to kiss him soundly. Kirishima moaned into the kiss, hands squeezing Bakugou's waist and holding him closer still.
Lilac from the stall next door reached her head over and nibbled at the furred trim of Bakugou's cape. He jerked away, glaring at her.
"Stupid horse," he groused, while Kirishima laughed.
"Just some horse spit, your highness," he teased, wiping it off with his hands. "You'll be alright."
Bakugou huffing, but didn't pull away from his touch. "I always need like three baths after I come down here and yet mother still always manages to find a spot of dirt somewhere I missed."
Kirishima hummed, smirking. "Maybe you need someone to help you bathe. Something who wouldn't mind giving you a thorough look over."
Bakugou blushed. "Fuck, shitty hair, don't just say that shit so casually."
Kirishima smiled, leaning down to brush his nose against Bakugou's before coaxing him into a soft kiss. "You could always wash down here with us commoners in the trough," he murmured.
Bakugou pulled away, shoving a hand into his face while Kirishima laughed loudly.
"You goddamn idiot," he shouted.
"I couldn't help myself," Kirishima exclaimed between giggles.
"You have a fucking wash basin," Bakugou growled. "You better not be washing in the damn animals' troughs."
Kirishima smiled. "Of course not, your majesty."
"Think you're a damn court jestor," Bakugou snarked, rolling his eyes.
"But I'm your court jestor," Kirishima cooed.
"No, you're my paramour, not my damn jestor," Bakugou growled.
Kirishima flushed. "Oh," he said, unable to articulate.
Bakugou shifted his feet, blushing himself now at his own announcement.
