Risk & Reward || Kiribaku

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Bakugou is a fairly light sleeper, much to his annoyance. It's useful on rare occasions, having saved their party's ass from ambushes in the dead of night, but when he's just trying to get a decent night's sleep for once in his fucking life it really sucks ass. For once he's actually resting, but that's interrupted pretty damn quick when he feels hot breath on his neck and a pressure against his body.

Groaning, Bakugou opens his eyes and rolls his head to the side. He shudders when he sees Kirishima pressed against his side, rutting against his thigh with soft, aroused moans escaping his lips.

Suddenly, he isn't complaining about being awake anymore.

"Eijirou..." Bakugou breathes out, quiet as to not wake the other members of their group. "Eijirou, what are you doing?"

Kirishima stiffens at the sound of Bakugou's husky voice, letting out a whine of complete desperation. Letting his hand wander across Bakugou's chest, he hums softly in his ear. "Katsuki, I need you so bad."

Bakugou shudders at how fucking needy Kirishima sounds, his dick twitching in interest. Kirishima's hand moving across his chest feels hot, like he's setting fire to all of the skin he touches.

He reaches a hand to tip Kirishima's chin up, pressing their foreheads together. "Are you desperate for me, Eijirou?" he breathes, voice low and sensual, full of heat.

Kirishima lifts his eyes to gaze into Bakugou's with a look that he tried to make seem innocent, but they both knew he was far, far from that. He whimpers, trying to chase Bakugou's lips as his leg hikes itself higher on Bakugou's waist. "Yes, fuck-"

Bakugou lets out a low groan, arousal flooding through him. He can't stop his mind from wandering, thinking back to earlier in their journey.

Before they were out on the road again, their group spent a week in a small town down by the foot of the mountains, which meant they were sleeping in an inn with separate rooms. Kirishima and Bakugou fucked nightly there, relishing the privacy and comfort of their own bed and a locked door. The memory of going round after round, switching each time, both eager to fuck and fill their lover- it makes Bakugou shudder.

But now they'd been traveling and sleeping under the stars for a solid five days, and they hadn't done anything sexual the entire fucking time out of fear of being caught. The closest they'd gotten was a sleepy morning makeout where their hands started to wander, but of course that had to be interrupted by Sero's damn meddling.

Bakugou swallows, heart thumping in his chest. He's horny for Kirishima too, so desperately so that his entire body twitches with need. There's a deep ache in him that won't go away until it's fulfilled. And now Kirishima's body is pressed against his, hands wandering all over, hard cock rutting against Bakugou's thigh- shit, how could he say no to that?

"Are the others asleep?" Bakugou whispers, kissing Kirishima slowly, unable to help himself. "Like- mmm- actually asleep?"

Kirishima clings to Bakugou before slipping his tongue between his lips. Rutting even faster against Bakugou's thigh, he groans into his mouth before trying to answer his question. "Maybe...I really hope so..."

Kirishima honestly didn't care if they were or not. He wants Bakugou's hands on him, wants to feel Bakugou's mouth trail over his skin. He missed him so much these last couple of days. He needs Bakugou, and needs him now .

Bakugou gives up on trying to fight it at all, pulling Kirishima fully on top of him. His hands wander all over Kirishima's muscled chest as his tongue joins Kirishima's in the heated kiss. He grinds their hips together, feeling how hard Kirishima is through their clothes and desperately wishing he could pull them off right fucking now.