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64(one shot)

"Kats- just put the damn shirt on!"

"Make me!"

Kirishima freezes, the red dress shirt held tight in his hands. "What?" He asks, head quirked slightly. Bakugo's eyes widen in realization and then dart to the ground. He thinks for a moment, chewing his lip and then mutters "Fuck it." He snatches the shirt out of Kirishimas fists. Then he slides his arms in and leaves it unbuttoned, backing up so his back is flush with Kiri's front.

"If you want me to join that fucking party so bad, dress me up yourself."

Kirishimas heart almost stops and his face burns with embarrassment. Bakugo reaches behind himself, grabbing Kirishimas hands gently and placing them on the buttons.

"Go on. Do it."

Kiri lets out a small noise, but buttons the shirt anyways, fingers shaking. He gets to the last button, closest to bakugos waist, whole body warm with what he assumes is embarrassment, and stops.

"What's the matter rock boy?" Bakugo murmurs, he himself feeling warm.

"N-nothing I just, I don't need to do that one because it'll be tucked into your pants that's all." He says throwing in a chuckle to ease his nerves.

"Ah, the pants. I forgot about the pants, you'll have to put those on too."

Kiri makes another noise, this one sending a warm feeling straight to bakugos stomach.

"Yeah, yeah that's ok, I can," he lets out a shaky breath. "I can do that." He waits a moment expecting bakugo to take off the pants he's currently wearing, but the blonde stays still, his back brushing Kiri's chest occasionally when he inhales.

"Fuck, Kats." Kiri mutters, his hands ghosting over Bakugo's hips under the shirt. He leans forward slightly in order to unbutton bakugos jeans, trying to keep as much space between his hands and bakugos stomach as he can. His chin hits bakugos shoulder and he instinctively looks at his neck. Bad idea. His hands shake harder and his heart hammers in his ears. He doesn't even notice he's been staring until Bakugo clears his throat:

"What's taking so long shitty hair? Admiring the view?" A third noise escapes Kiri's lips, and Bakugo feels it against his neck, shuddering slightly. He groans under his breath and lets out a quiet "Fuck." Before shoving the pants down himself, letting them pool at his ankles. He kicks his feet out of them and turns, pushing kirishima onto the bed before climbing into his lap, wrapping his legs around Kiri's waist.

"You were too slow." He grumbles, grabbing a fistful of Kirishimas shirt, pulling his face centimeters away from his own. "This is payback." He pulls kirishima in, closing off the space between them and smashing his lips into Kiri's with almost bruising force. After letting go of his shirt, Kiri pulls away slightly, panting. Between breaths, he musters a small "Katsuki please.".

"Please what?"

"More." Kiri whines, flinging himself onto his back. Bakugo chuckles, leaning forward and brushing Kiri's hair out of his face.

"I won't be gentle."

"I know." Bakugo lets out another chuckle, sliding his hand down to cup Kirishimas cheek, then down to his neck, rubbing his thumb along his jaw, then finally to the collar of his shirt, fumbling to unbutton it while leaning in to kiss him again.

Kiri lets out another whine, lifting his hands to run them through bakugos hair, squirming slightly. Bakugo pulls away again and Kiri lets out a small whimper as he trails kisses down his jaw and neck. He gasps as Bakugo suddenly bites down on his pulse point, sucking hard. Kirishima lets out a low grunt, grabbing a fistful of bakugos hair, causing him to pull off as he too lets out a soft groan.

"Mm Kiri, so good. So good for me." He whispers, working the rest of the buttons off Kirishimas shirt, leaving small kisses along his collarbone. He lifts kirishima up slightly to push the sleeves off, trailing more kisses down his chest, biting and sucking occasionally.

Kirishima is full on panting at this point, chest heaving and back arching with every touch. Bakugos head is swimming, overwhelmed with the sound of Kiri's moans, the smell of his skin, fresh out of the hotel shower, the slight tug of his hands in his hair. He pulls away to marvel at how beautiful kirishima is, covered in bites and hickeys, a squirming mess underneath him.

"So perfect." He proclaims, trailing his fingers up and down Kiri's sides. He rests his hands on Kiri's hips, toying with the waistband of his dress pants, thanking any God that Kiri wasn't wearing a belt. He stops momentarily, glancing at Kirishima who was watching with anticipation, still panting.

"Can I-?"

"Yes, please just hurry." Kirishima huffs out, flopping his arms above his head on the pillows.

Bakugo chuckles, already unbuttoning the pants.

"I can't wait to show you how much I lo-"

"Oi Bakugo! Kirishima! We've gotta go we're gonna be late for the party!"

"Fuck." The two mutter in unison, freezing in place.

"Yeah, alright dunce face, we're comin!" Bakugo shouts at Denki, voice shaking slightly. He stands up, leaving kirishima still panting on the bed, a clear tightness in his pants.

"Kats please, please just really quick?"

"I thought you wanted to go to this party? You're the one who wanted me all dressed up."

Kiri lets out a groan, rolling over onto his stomach, shoving his face into the pillows. Bakugo laughs, and picks up his jeans from the floor, folding them not so neatly and placing them on the hotel dresser. He pulls out the dress pants Kirishima had brought him and starts putting them on before he notices movement out of the corner of his eyes.

"Holy fuck, Kiri.." he mumbles, face heating up.

Kirishima is rutting against the bed, hips grinding down frantically, biting down on his finger to stifle the noises he's letting out.

"Aw fuck it." He says, dropping the pants to the floor and climbing in after Kirishima. "Who cares if we're late?"