Collision (BakuDeku)

It happened again

Author's note: 
Special thanks to amanda_dragons for making a cover for this fic :)

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He couldn't believe his fate: couldn't believe he was sharing the kiss with Bakugou once again and couldn't fathom how the hell he had found himself being the one instigating the mentioned kiss. 

Midoriya Izuku was patiently waiting for his brain to supply him with any kind of explanation, even implausible ones would be warmly received, but no such luck had befallen him for he was left without any sound reasoning about his current predicament.

Oh, those soft lips. Yes, Bakugou had really soft lips, not girlishly soft - though Midoriya couldn't know that, he'd never kissed anyone except the other boy – but still soft.

Right. He had been angry. He still was, even though it was hard to think, his brain activity diminished to almost nothing. This time arousal was soft, too, not like the last time when it had aggressively filled him, no, this time it was a gentle wave crashing into and overtaking him.

Even though his mind still lacked coherence, he wondered what Bakugou thought, how he experienced this thing between them. Hopefully, it won't destroy whatever progress they'd made.

Bakugou pushed into him, pasting himself to Midoriya, letting his tongue trace pale lips, and Midoriya let out a low muffled whimper.

Bakugou felt his body almost vibrate from sensory overload. It felt so good, the slightly shorter stature melding into his own, muscles twitching under his hands while he trailed them over strong shoulders to soft green hair, and then down the solid back and up again.

Bakugou felt Midoriya's gentle touch over his shirt, scarred fingers leaving a burning trail on his pectorals, he almost let out an embarrassing moan, instead, he just shivered.

But then a wet tongue found his own and he couldn't keep the noise in. It ripped through the room how loud it was, an uncharacteristic sound leaving his lips at the exact moment they parted slightly. He was far too aroused to care, his erection weeping for contact. Soon,he promised to himself.

Midoriya would have jumped at the sound from the other boy if he wasn't under the strong grip. It was a new experience, Bakugou never sounded so needy, so vulnerable, it filled him with confidence and primal satisfaction.

Their movement became frantic, pulling and pushing they shuffled to the bed and fell on it, Bakugou crouching over Midoriya, mouths crashed together. If his brain worked, he would be reminded of the other time they found themselves in this kind of situation.

It was Midoriya who initiated the contact between their lower halves and once again a high-pitched moan left Bakugou right into the other's mouth. A bliss. It was bliss, his brain supplied. He wanted more of that sensation, so his hips rutted into the body under him without a command, and while he did that, his head raised a bit, lids parting, though he didn't know when he had closed his eyes.

Ah, the view. He'd never thought he would be reveling in the view of someone else lost to pleasure so much. A drool dangling over Midoriya's lower lip, eyebrows scrunched with pleasure, breath leaving him harsh and fast, and then that pink tongue, which crisscrossed with his own just a moment before, came out and wetted those swollen, glistening lips even more.

He closed his eyes again, the scene carved itself into his mind, searing him with a fresh wave of arousal.

Midoriya opened his eyes, unfocused pupils searched, and then fixated on ash-blonde.