Collision (BakuDeku)

A Blush

Legs tangling, hands grabbed hands in a rather weird version of wrestling while Midoriya laid under Bakugou on his bed. The position would be regarded as compromising in any other situation.

Both weary from training, the two teenagers tried to beat each other with not even half strength, pulling and pushing. Their eyes locked in more serious combat of glares, a pair of irises green as the forest against the pair of reddish orbs colored as the sky in front of the setting sun.

Katsuki saw a chance to turn this fight in his favor, and with a condescending smirk, he motioned an elbow forward to hit Izuku in ribs while still firmly holding the other boy's hands.

Midoriya predicted he would do something like that, at the moment that was the only option Bakugou had, short of kneeing him in balls, and he knew, while the ash blonde was an asshole, he wasn't that big of an asshole to do something so pathetic.

He managed to move his hand to prevent getting elbowed which prompted a vicious glare from the blonde laid above him.

The irritation reared its ugly head again, and he seriously considered using One For All to get Kacchan off him, even flinging his former friend through the closed door seemed tempting at the moment. As fast as that thought slithered through his mind, another one rose too - Aizawa sensei will make them wish they are dead if they destroyed the room. Nope, no hurling Kacchan anywhere with too much strength. He didn't wish to deal with their teacher more than he needed to, especially after today's drills.

"Do you always have to be so stubborn?" Not realizing words were leaving his mouth, Midoriya Izuku, who usually appeared (and sometime in the past really was) scared of the male laying on him, growled with a deep rumble after finishing the question. That seemed to provoke the spiky blonde into growling back.

One would think the U.A. dorm holds dogs instead of teenagers.

But all the growling aside, in the next second the two teenagers felt something that stopped them in their tracks, their dicks half-hardened and rubbing while they grappled on the bed. Both boys stilled at the awareness of a contact between their lower halves, eyes widening in surprise and, in Izuku's case, a little bit of mortification.

Izuku was the first one to react, abruptly and, also, non-too gently showing Bakugou off before backing away for a good measure as if the last minute of their lives would somehow erase itself from existence if he attains enough distance between them.

Katsuki managed to catch himself at the bed's edge. He sat on his legs, breathing just as heavily as Izuku and seemingly too stupefied to proceed, but actually cursing himself for not jerking off in the last few days so his stupid dick wouldn't make drama every fuckin' time something touches it. Oh, the joy of raging hormones. He finally pulled himself out of thoughts by noticing that Deku was giving him a glover.

Hell, don't you dare, you shithead! And with that thought, he drove forward to catch his prey.

While Midoriya tried to calm the beating of his heart, he contemplated their situation. Kacchan will start to mock me any moment now and probably yell on top of his lungs. What he kind of forgot was Bakugou's logic to recognize a challenge in every little detail Midoriya did, like the stink-eye he just now sported.

And that was how he found himself reclining against the bed board, his dick hardening fully from the excitement of battle, and with none other than Bakugou straddling his lap like it was a normal thing to do. Sometimes he would really curse his childhood friend's impulse to run into the most of situations half-cocked. Oh, dear heavens, that sounded so wrong, he thought, mentally facepalming.

They continued their tussle, still winded a bit and, of course, tired enough that their movements could be perceived as if they were dry humping each other.

"Don't you think this is not the time to continue this nonsense?" Izuku snapped at ash blonde when he realized that the recently solidified form of Bakugo's dick would sometimes rub his own and send a series of shock-waves through his system. Suppressing embarrassing noises fighting to leave his mouth was not something he wanted to do since it was just a matter of time when he would lose the battle with the pleasure coursing through his body and humiliate himself.

The figure above him paused for a second and then forced back with a fresh batch of power. "I won't lose, not to you, not to anyone!"

Izuku didn't have the energy to come up with an intelligent retort, deciding for a physical demonstration.

He jerked his hips forward and finally made Bakugou aware of his own hard-on standing undeniably firm inside black sweatpants, not just his, but also the one from the boy trapped sitting under him.

I think I broke Kacchan. The usually explosive hero-in-training almost appeared nervous. Wow.

Bakugou stopped all movement, grasping how their position must have looked like to any onlooker, not that there was anyone there besides them. His face flamed in flustered blush spreading from cheeks all the way down to the upper part of his chest.

Hell and damnation! What an actual fuck? He, Bakugou Katsuki, the most unbashful person ever (well, he thought of himself as one, always the very best in every aspect), and the most level-headed person when it comes to nervousness, was fucking blushing like an untried virgin first-time stepping in a strip club. Nope. He refuses to feel like that.

Wait...Why the hell am I the one blushing when the shity nerd is also sporting a boner? In his mind it didn't make sense for Deku being the one not blushing, and, as far as he could see, the glover didn't leave the green bastards face and there were no signs of his usual shy behavior. At all!
And those lips... those light red lips, stretched into an irked snarl, were glistening with saliva because shity Deku probably licked them too many times in the last few minutes.

Growing irate before composing himself and at long last getting that fucking blush under some form of control, Bakugou decided to continue vigorously wrestle the other boy.

With a disgruntled sound leaving his lips, Bakugou dived in like a fucking pro, accidentally losing balance (not like a pro anymore) and fell on his nemesis - lips on lips, in anyone wondered.

Eyes widened in surprise and then closed. Oh, to hell with everything! For once in his young life, Katsuki just went with a flow which in this case meant, he did what the unknown part of his brain demanded: more, more, more!

As Bakugou found challenge in everything, he did so with their current predicament and settled on kissing the fuck out of the boy he straddled.

Midoriya secretly expected fireworks described in books and mangas when experiencing the first kiss. What he got was a fucking nuclear explosion - the only description of what was happening in his body after Bakugou's mouth landed on his. He closed his eyes in a desperate attempt to gain some composure. Hell, if it didn't have the opposite effect.

After all the licks, bites and tongues meshing, the wet kiss was broken when one of them remembered he needed to breathe. Inexperience led Midoriya in a state of breathlessness, not quite realizing that his nose could be used to take immensely needed gulps of air.

He panted, opening his eyes and staring half-lidded at Bakugou, his friend from whom he would never expect this kind of thing. For crying out loud, their tongues touched! Not just touched, stroked each other, exchanging fluids and making their owners aroused and breathless.

"Ka-Kacchan...wh-why..." he managed to get through deeply needed mouthfuls of oxygen while staring directly into Bakugou's unfocused eyes, his voice gaining a low tone.

Bakugou collected himself, still rather dazed, then promptly turned to stare at everything except Izuku who in turn shuffled slightly around. If anyone ever asked Katsuki, he would never admit his cheeks warmed up the second time that day.

"Shit...I-I don't know." Shit is correct. I have just fucking stuttered. The blond was baffled out of his mind with blush coming back with renewed force, completely covering his face, tips of his ears and parts of his chest and neck.

He cursed his pale skin for betraying him like that. And, perhaps, even himself while he was on a roll.