Bruises and bitemarks

12.5 - thats straight forward

Kirishima
Kirishima woke up to Bakugo muttering something in his sleep. Opening his eyes he looked at the boy to see his entire face a brilliant red colour. Not being able to help himself he grabbed the boy into a big hug. Bakugo seemed to get irritated at this as he muttered a "what's that?"

Letting go he watched the boy shift a little before he pinned his arms underneath himself. Guess he wasn't used to sharing the bed with someone. When he did this he muttered a little "the fuck." Kirishima traced a finger across Bakugo's lips. They we're soft and plump, nothing like he'd expected.

Bakugo leaned into his hand and Kirishima swore his heart would stop. Just as he was about to take his hand away, Bakugo snuggled into him, rubbing his chest up against his in the process.

Kirishima swore that if he survived this night he would tell him. He paused for a second, remembering what had happened earlier. Did that happen every Friday? Is that why Bakugo and looked so scared.

Kirishima was about to go back to sleep when he heard Bakugo say something incredible. "I...I.... I want you to fuck me Kirishima." Kirishima sat bolt upright, slamming his head into the top of the bed.

He quickly lay back down when he saw that Bakugo was waking up. He held his breath as the boy sat up and muttered a "what the fuck?" His language was as colourful as usual.

He started when he heard small explosions going off behind him, but he eventually felt the boy like back down. Soon his breathing became rhythmic and he was asleep again.

Kirishima sat up again, more carefully this time. He rubbed his injured forehead and pondered what he had heard. Did that mean Bakugo liked him back?

Deciding it would be best to ask him in the morning, Kirishima lay back down to sleep. Wether it was what he had just heard, or his sudden realisation that he was so very close to Bakugo, he couldn't get to sleep for quite a while.

He tossed and turned, doing his best to not disturb Bakugo in the process. Giving up with sleep he had a look at the clock and couldn't believe it was only 3:44am. Laying back in the most comfortable position he could manage, he closed his eyes and counted explosions.

"One angry explosion, two angry explosions three ang-" he soon drifted back into his lovely dream of ice cream and ribs and all kinds of food.