I Still Like His Shitty Hair [Kiribaku]

I Need You to Touch Me NSFW

Bakugou did the one thing he absolutely knew would make Kirishima pay for all the teasing he'd inflicted this week, because he needed a healthy does of revenge.

He offered him a massage.

It just happened that it was convenient when Kirishima had told him the story of how he'd taken down one of the thugs at the bar and had pulled his neck slightly when he'd over extended his shoulder.

"Do you want me to take a look at that?" Kirishima heard Bakugou ask from close behind him. He'd been sitting on the end of the bed trying to stretch out his neck for the better part of ten minutes.

"Would you mind? I can't seem to get it myself." Kirishima asked, wondering if he was just being helpful and still stuck stubbornly in his professional, no sex frame of mind.

"Hold still." Bakugou told him as he got on the bed and settled in behind him, one leg on either side of Kirishima, effectively pressing him between his thighs.

Maybe not entirely in his no sex frame of mind then, Kirishima thought.

He scooted forward and kneaded his fingers into the muscles in his neck, quickly working out the knots. He pressed hard on one knot and felt Kirishima stiffen under his hands so he rubbed down his back to soothe him.

Kirishima felt his spine harden automatically at the pain but as Katsuki smoothed his hands down his back the pain faded, replaced by an entirely different reaction.

He felt him lightly smack his shoulder "Don't get hard on me now."

Kirishima was so shocked at Katsuki's change in attitude and his flirty words that it made him more than a little flustered.

"Tch. I was talking about your quirk, Eijirou."

Of course he was and it only served to further ruin his composure. He tried to cover his face with his hands as he mumbled "I know."

Bakugou was enjoying how flustered he was, this was a nice change for the week, so he let his hands float down to either side of his waist.

He felt his muscles tremble and tense as his light touch caressed back and forth, teasing and soft. He enjoyed the feeling of the silky smooth skin and the hard muscles underneath as he moved his way down and around.

The familiar touch of Katsuki's calloused fingers whispering over his skin sent tingles from everywhere they touched all over his body, heating his blood. He could feel the tension in the air as electrifying as Katsuki's hands on his waist.

By the time both of his hands were rubbing his lower abs, just below his navel, Kirishima had composed himself just enough to say "Kat, keep that up and I won't be hard just from my quirk anymore."

Eijirou's words had Bakugou's own dick making its presence known. His voice was dark and low and it made his breath catch.

"Is that a problem?" Bakugou whispered from behind him.

He could feel the warmth of his breath on his neck when he spoke and the words sent a shiver down Kirishima's spine.

"Only if you're going to stop." Kirishima huskily replied, struggling to keep his voice even.

Bakugou let his finger tips slip under the elastic of his briefs that was showing just above his pants and Kirishima struggled to control his heart rate. "What do you want me to do, Eijirou?"

"Touch me."

Bakugou slowly kissed right below his ear "I am touching you."

Kirishima felt his hand deftly undo the button of his pants and he held his breath, the only sound in the room, his zipper being undone.