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68 - a quiet evening 🔞

ship: katsuki bakugo + eijiro kirishima.

The sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm golden hue across the apartment that Katsuki Bakugo and Eijiro Kirishima shared. The day had been long, filled with intense training and the usual chaos that came with being pro heroes. But now, as they settled into the comfort of their home, a peaceful quiet enveloped them.

After a quick dinner - curly noodles for Kirishima and spicy rice for Bakugo - they retired to the bedroom. Katsuki locked the door behind them, the sound of the click echoing softly in the stillness before he turned to face his husband.

Kirishima wore that signature grin, eyes sparkling with mischief. "You seem really fired up today, 'Suki."

"Shut it, you idiot," Katsuki retorted, but his voice dripped with warmth. He stepped closer, closing the distance between them. "I might have a way to let some of that energy out."

With a swift movement, he captured Kirishima's waist and pulled him in, crashing their lips together in a fervent kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of longing and passion, a reminder of how far they had come from their school days as rivals.

Kirishima melted into the embrace, wrapping his arms around Bakugo's neck. He backed up until the back of his legs hit the bed, and they both tumbled onto the soft mattress, laughter spilling from Kirishima's lips even as Bakugo peppered gentle kisses along his jawline.

"God, you're so annoying sometimes," Bakugo murmured between kisses, his hands exploring the familiar terrain of Kirishima's body.

"But you love it," Kirishima chuckled, tilting his head back to grant Bakugo further access to his neck.

As the moments passed, the kiss deepened into something more urgent. Fingers tangled in hair, bodies pressed against each other as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment. Clothes were discarded amidst laughter and playful nudges, and soon, they were bare, skin to skin, lost in a world where it was just them.

"Eiji..." Katsuki breathed, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked down at the man he loved more than anything. He admired the way the waning light illuminated Kirishima's features, the way his red spikes seemed to glow, and the way his body reacted under Katsuki's touch.

With deliberate care, Bakugo leaned down, their lips crashing together once more as he being guided Kirishima's legs around his waist. The world outside faded away, and all that mattered was the fire they created together.

They moved slowly at first, relishing the closeness, the intimacy. Kirishima gasped against Katsuki's mouth, and the sound ignited something fierce within Bakugo. He picked up the pace, their breaths mixing into a rhythm as they lost themselves entirely in one another.

With every gasp, every heated murmur, they inched closer to an edge neither wanted to pull back from. The bed creaked under their weight, but neither of them cared. They were perfectly in sync, bodies moving together seamlessly, like they had been doing this forever.

"Oh, Katsuki!" Kirishima finally cried out, his voice laced with both pleasure and urgency as they reached that peak together, stars bursting behind their closed eyes, filling the quiet of the room with their shared bliss.

As they collapsed onto the bed, panting and exhausted, a comfortable silence cloaked them. Katsuki turned onto his side, propping his head on his hand, admiring Kirishima as he came back down to earth.

"You okay, dumbass?" Katsuki asked, his tone light but caring.

"More than okay," Kirishima replied, a blissful smile playing on his lips. He rolled over to face Bakugo, reaching out to thread their fingers together. "That was... amazing."

"Yeah, well, you're the one who pushed me to it," Bakugo muttered, but there was a glint of fondness in his eyes. They stayed silent for a moment, basking in the afterglow of their shared moment.

Kirishima scooted closer, draping an arm over Bakugo's waist before resting his head on his chest. "Let's do some aftercare," he suggested, his voice slightly muffled.

"Like what? I'm not some damn babysitter," Katsuki replied, though there was no bite to his words.

"We've already cleaned up, I didn't mean that! How about we just cuddle for a bit?" Kirishima propped himself up, meeting Bakugo's gaze. "Just hold me, you know? It's nice to be close after..."

"Fine, whatever," Katsuki mumbled but shifted on the bed, wrapping his arms firmly around Kirishima and pulling him closer.

Kirishima sighed contentedly, feeling safe and cherished in Bakugo's embrace. They lay like that for a while, wrapped up in each other's warmth, until Bakugo spoke up.

"It's always been you, that never changed and it never will." he admitted quietly, his tone shifting to something softer, more vulnerable.

Kirishima's heart swelled. "Me too, Kats. I don't think I could have asked for anyone better," he said, nuzzling into Bakugo's neck.

In the quiet that followed, they simply enjoyed the moment, letting the comfort of each other's presence speak volumes. Each breath, each heartbeat was a promise of their love, solidified in the security of their shared home and hearts. Together, they drifted into a peaceful slumber, the world outside forgotten.

For Bakugo and Kirishima, it was once again just the two of them in their little sanctuary, the chaos of the outside world fading away as they found solace in one another.