Snowed In

Chapter 12

Kirishima doesn't pull back. He doesn't shove Bakugou away. Instead, he keeps his hold, smooths it down so his hands are at Bakugou's waist and leans in to him. He doesn't know fully what's happening, Bakugou is sure, but at the very least he seems to want this just as much as Bakugou does and that's enough. He pulls away for just a moment, takes in a sharp breath before diving back down towards Bakugou's mouth, correcting the awkward angle of their first kiss to make the next near perfect in it's desperation.

Kirishima is hot. Physically, bodily, actually hot. The skin under Bakugou's hands feels as though it might scorch from the heat radiating off of the other man. With the fire down to embers and still without a shirt, Bakugou knows the overwhelming heat is all Kirishima. Fire is how he makes a living. This is one he is not afraid if it consumes him.

They kiss until they are breathless. Kiss until all Bakugou can taste is Kirishima on his tongue, until his lungs burn from not coming up, until Kirishima has to pry himself away and gets a bite at his lip because of it. Still, the distance is not so bad. Their panting intermingles between them, air humid and warm as they don't move far. Looking into Kirishima's eyes, Bakugou finds they are dark with desire and need, glimmering in the last orange glows of the fireplace.

"Do you realize how long I've wanted to do that?" Kirishima asks in between his soft puffs of air.

Bakugou can't help but chuckle. "Before or after you invited me to stay?"

"Is it bad if I say before?"

Bakugou grins. He grabs him by the shoulders, fingernails digging into skin to feel the solid muscle underneath, expanding his reach down Kirishima's back and can feel the shift of his shoulder blades under his grip, understands the power they hold and wants to know it against his own body. "I'll forgive you as long as you show me exactly what you wanted to do to me."

Kirishima goes red almost immediately, eyes wide as he looks embarrassed, now trying to look anywhere but Bakugou.

"That bad?" Bakugou's grinning, pulling Kirishima back to look at him. "Think I might like that."

"We shouldn't--"

His hands tangle in Kirishima's hair, pulling until he hisses, head jerking trying to relieve the pain, but Bakugou just holds on tighter.

"If you think I'm gonna let you get away with just a kiss, you actually are an idiot." he growls out, glaring, and maybe Kirishima might like that as he lets out a deep throaty noise that sounds like a choked off moan. Bakugou tugs at his hair and hears it again, thinks he might like to hear it a lot more. "Now, take me to bed."

What he's not expecting next is for Kirishima to grab him by the thighs and hoist him into his lap. Whatever embarrassment he feels is easily pushed away as he forces Bakugou's legs around his waist, arms holding nearly all of his weight even so as he takes him by surprise and stands.

"Oh, fuck me ," Bakugou groans, loving how easily Kirishima lifts him. Moves him. Gets him exactly how he wants and doesn't apologize after. Bakugou can only hold on for the ride, locking his legs around his back as soon as his brain catches up to the situation, arms doing much the same around his neck as he dives back in to taste Kirishima once more.

They're moving, but Bakugou isn't paying much attention. His mouth has moved from kissing Kirishima to dragging his teeth down his jaw, leaving bite after bite in his wake, worrying a path towards his neck. Each new spot he finds earns him a low growl in his ear, a little warning almost as if Kirishima is telling him just wait. Bakugou nearly laughs at the noises, rolling his hips as he bites hard at the column of his throat.