Long Time Coming

Bang Bang Baby

"Alright." Bakugou pushed off Kirishima, holding himself above the man's too warm, too comfortable body. "I gotta go to work."

"Aw." Kirishima pushed up on his elbows, craning forward to kiss Bakugou, smiling against his mouth as he dragged him back down against him. "Do you gotta?"

"If you keep kissing me like this I won't be able to walk for a while." He arched a blond brow, grinding his erection against Kirishima's groin taking pleasure in the way the redhead gasped and groaned; head thrown back, fingers digging in to his hips, anchoring them against one another.

"I'll be off work in ten hours, I can call you then." Bakugou promised, easing his legs off the bed, kissing Eijirou's forehead. "God I love you."

Kirishima chuckled, his eyes following Katsuki as he moved around the room gathering his stuff from the weekend. "I love you too- Hey! Have you thought about doing our own thing? Being a team?"

Bakugou peeked around the bathroom door frame, regretting it instantly. Kirishima had propped himself on his side, red hair draping over his shoulders, torso on seductive display. Bakugou had to remember to breathe, shoving his wallet in his pocket.

Too soon. Too soon. Too soon. He chanted, glaring himself down in the mirror. Don't fucking do it, asshole. It's only been two weeks. That's too soon.

"Bakugou?"

"I mean, I'm not against it." He yelled from the bathroom. "We have always been a great team even from the beginning. Between the two of us we could probably bring back teamed heroes over here. I've heard there's been a resurgence in America."

He cautiously entered Kirishima's bedroom, relieved to find the man sitting on the edge of the bed pulling one of his t-shirts on. "It's something to consider." He eyed the black shirt. "You're gunna stretch my shirt out."

Kirishima looked so sad. "Do you have to leave?" He ducked his head to the collar, inhaling, "I'm keeping this."

Bakugou rolled his eyes, "I mean I could stay but I'd lose my job and then you'd have to support my lazy ass?"

That made the lumbering, horny giant grin. He held his arms out, clenching and unclenching his hands. Bakugou walked into his grasp, letting Kirishima wrap his arms around his waist, bury his face into his abdomen.

"I feel like I'll never get enough of being around you." His voice was low, vibrating against Bakugou's hip bone. "Sometimes I'm scared that if I let you go I'll never see you again. You'll just vanish like you did last time."

Katsuki's heart hurt, his hand tangled in the red hair, he curled over the larger man. "I won't ever leave you again, Eijirou." He whispered. "You're mine now. I have to absolutely ruin you in every way for everyone else."

Kirishima looked sideways to catch Bakugou's eye, "What's that mean?"

"It means," Bakugou let Kirishima pull him onto his lap so that he was straddling his waist, arms locking around his back, "that I have to spend the rest of my life proving how amazing you are to me and making sure you know it." He pushed a stray strand back behind Eijirou's ear.

"Fuck." Kirishima was breathing shallow, his eyes large and watery. "Fuck can I marry you right now?"

Bakugou chuckled, "Not legally, no." He leaned forward, kissing Kirishima chastely. "Not yet anyway."

"Hmm." Kirishima leaned back, hands falling away as Bakugou stood. "I've got a night shift coming up this week. Maybe we'll get to work together for real again?"