The lost continent

Chapter 9

Kirishima feels good. He feels really, really good. Warmth spreads low in his stomach and it makes his toes tingle. He’s dreaming. He knows he is, because Bakugou is there, hovering over him, naked and beautiful, and he’s missing the bullet wound in his side.

He’s touching his thighs, his hips, and toying with his balls, his rough fingers shivering across Kirishima’s sensitive skin. Kirishima sighs when he fits a hand around him, pumping slow. He relaxes and slowly rolls his hips into his calloused hand, spreading his legs open. He hums when fingers press against his hole, teasing and gentle, rubbing the muscle.

Slick fingers reach inside, and Kirishima gasps, rocking his hips, the hand around him tighter and more insistent. He feels like he’ll come already, the warmth rippling over his body. He breathes hard. He thinks he says Bakugou’s name.

He tries to fit the fingers deeper, and they go, they scissor and fondle his prostate, and Kirishima loves it but he’d like Bakugou’s cock more. He whines, and he hears himself.

The hand around him and the fingers inside him feel too real.

His eyes flutter open when he feels hot wetness on his neck-Bakugou’s tongue, licking a trail to his ear.

“Oh-” Kirishima says, but Bakugou’s hand pumps over the head of his sensitive cock, and his fingers gyrate inside of him, making his thighs shake. His words turn into a moan that makes him throw his head back, rolling his hips as he rides out his orgasm. He comes into Bakugou’s hand hard, pleasure racking through his body. He pants, feeling the sweat already start to cool on his skin.

“Oh my god.” Kirishima pants. He feels lightheaded, exhausted, incredibly relaxed. He’s not sure if he’s come so pleasurably in his life, even with Bakugou’s dick in him.

Bakugou is wiping his hand in Kirishima’s nightshirt. Kirishima takes it off and throws it to the floor. Bakugou stares at him, eyes full of lust, but body holding him back.

Kirishima wants so badly to get him off too. He wants to kiss down his body and lick him into his mouth, suck his tainted soul out through his dick and make him cum hard down his throat- he didn’t think he was that pent up from lack of sex until he decided to start dreaming about it, though he doesn’t recall where his dream ended and Bakugou began.

“I can’t.” Bakugou says, voice lazy. “I’m hard and my head is fucking spinning.”

“Oh.” Kirishima says. He’d guessed as much, but, “then why-”

“You were making noises in your sleep.” Bakugou says, his cheeks still tinged pink. “Fucking moaning and humping my leg.”

“O-oh.” Kirishima says, embarrassed. He’s hoping he’s exaggerating.

“I knew you were a slut but you're so horny you even beg to be fucked in your sleep.”

“Captain…” Kirishima half whines, half sighs as he shuffles out of his underwear, moving bonelessly. He flops himself back onto the pillows with a a sigh.

“Yeah, just like that.” Bakugou says, voice low and close. Kirishima smiles tiredly, gently pushing him away.

“Thanks, Captain.” He says, already drifting into sleep again. Then, he adds quietly, a little blush on his cheeks unseen in the dark- “I'll make it up to you.”

In the morning, Kirishima sits on the stairs to the wheel deck with his head in his hands. Mina talks to him from her post, laughing at his woes.

“Just tell me what’s wrong, Kirishima.” Even though she’s behind him, Kirishima can hear that she’s smiling wickedly by the tone of his voice.