Collision (BakuDeku)

A Completion

It was relatively unknown fact, but to those aspiring to become heroes it was pretty obvious - the stress of the job can be negated by blowing off the steam. How it is done mostly depended on the individual: some take vacations very often, some blow off steam by going to the gym, some drank themselves stupid at every visit to a bar, and some use meditation techniques. However, there are those whose minds survive the onslaught of stress with sex. An ethics class in UA mentioned all above when dealing with stress.

Izuku wasn't really aware of it before that talked about it in class, and even though he regarded it as an important subject, his face had glowed a horrid red on the day when Aizawa sensei had talked so freely about sex in general. Now, many stressful situations later, he realized the importance of dealing with things, and current situation made it clear that Bakugou has finally snapped. Why else would his rival be kissing someone he considers annoying at best and not even worth his time at worst.

Even though Izuku was usually the first one to blush, today that wasn't the case. The green-haired boy still couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that Bakugou Katsuki's face had flushed an interesting color of red several times already, a color that could only be mentioned in the same sentence with the ash-blonde boy only if one's talking about anger.

Kacchan is blushing... Kacchan is actually flustered.

With those thoughts frolicking around his mind, Izuku finally felt his face heating up, recognizing that he wasn't as tired as he thought he was (or his body decided to kind of wake up just now).

There are some things that one's mind just cannot comprehend in the moment of happening. Like right now, Katsuki's mind was trying to find logic in his current predicament.

Oh, not to forget, there was one other part of his brain that urged him to blast everyone and everything around him up. However, sadly for his usual creed, that part was definitely in minority.

Why is this happening? Why am I letting this to happen? Do I want it?

All those thoughts mingling didn't make it easy, he'd lost himself while trying to understand whatever the hell was going on.

Midoriya licked his lips, a pink tongue sliding over a smooth structure just barely lighter in color. An innocent gesture, though for Bakugou not so innocent as it resulted in making him even more hot-and-bothered than before.

After some time sitting there, Katsuki raised a hand towards Midoriya's chin, absently tracing almost sharp lines of his face, ruffling the few strands of dark green locks scattered beside Midoriya's ear. He realized what he had been doing and abruptly stopped, then he decided to show his displeasure and annoyance at his own absentmindedness by angrily fusing his lips with those of a boy he straddled, once more letting their situation go in a direction he didn't want to think about.

The kiss was a smoldering, raging fire that took them both by surprise, raising the temperature of the room even higher. Lick. Suck. Bite. Katsuki wanted that blush on Deku's face to be just for him. He wanted to mark him, to consume him, to... Katsuki wanted more, that was all he was aware of. He wasn't the only one – his cock standing up rigid, weeping for contact.

He rutted into the chiseled body under him, gaining a greatly needed friction. Midoriya gasped into his mouth, "Wha – ".

Before he could form an expected protest or a question, Bakugou silenced him melding their lips again.

That annoying hand, which had moved without Bakugou's command before, gained a semi-consciousness again – actually it was more like it did what he was too shy... nah, apprehensive, that was the word... the hand did what he was too apprehensive to do, and that was tracing the firm muscles of Midoriya's chest.

His cock twitched, a by-product of the forming pit of arousal consuming Katsuki when he felt those solid muscles softly shudder under his palm. The other hand crumpled up Midoriya's shirt, slowly raising, leaving creases in until half of the green-haired boy's torso was bare. Not that the blond noticed having his eyes closed, delirious in assailing the firm but also a soft tissue of other boy's lips - yes, assailing because Bakugou never does anything half-way.

They split, panting while gazing into each other's eyes without really seeing anything, too far gone to be fully aware.

Katsuki finally had his answer: I want this, no... I need this. His next thought wasn't similar to former ones at all.

What the hell!?

A very surprised Katsuki was kissed by the same lips he'd massaged just a minute ago. It seemed Deku had after all taken the initiative in their...whatever the hell it was. Katsuki certainly didn't know and wasn't sure he'd like to find out. It didn't matter right now. What mattered was the realization that that fuckin' shithead had a nerve to even try something like that. In anger, Katsuki returned the kiss, nipping and sucking soft lips that melded with his.

Two hot bodies clashed for power, seeking completion. They started rutting in each other, Izuku felt such pleasure from his cock finding the other's firm shaft in quite a precise position to touch his own right where he needed it.

Katsuki was at his last threads of control, he was going to spill his load any moment now. Is that bastard at his end too? He wondered, not accepting loss even in this situation in which he found a challenge.

I'll make him cum before me, no way I'm gonna end the first. Feeling rather betrayed by his body he decided for a desperate move. Frantic in his movement and not really having enough space to maneuver graciously, Katsuki thrust his hand in Midoriya's pants and boxers and grabbed the firm flesh of his cock. He was rewarded with a surprised muffled moan spilling from the other boy's lips right into his own.

To Izuku's surprise, he felt hot, sweaty fingers curling around his dick. Wow, it's really better when someone else is doing it, he managed to think that before he felt colder air lapping at his dick. Then he felt something equally hard and hot brushing it which short-circuited his brain. And then a hand joined, grabbing both shafts together.

One stroke...two strokes, the hand moved up and down their joined lengths, a grip almost too rough to make it pleasant. Moans spilled from his mouth, thankfully muted by Kacchan's mouth still forcefully ravaging his own. Izuku was sure he'd never felt like this before.

A few more strokes brought out an unwilling groan from Bakugou, who sped up his hand, making it even harder for them to withstand the pleasure coursing through their bodies.

It was inevitable, their completion, for their pleasure spiked up almost at the same time.

Bakugou finished the first, with a loud groan spilling from his lips. While he was still shooting, the body under him stilled, muscles clenching, and then he felt more sticky substance spilling over his hand joining his own white spunk.

The silence was almost palpable. Izuku didn't want to deal with the consequences of what had just transpired and Katsuki just wanted to bask in the damn feeling without an interruption. However, the fate had something else for them in mind.