Can You Dirty Talk? || KiriBaku/BakuShima

Chapter 2: Keep Talking To Me

Beginning Notes:

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[Start of Chapter]

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Sunlight slips in through the gaps of their window blinds, illuminating the room into a warm orange. There was something naughty and sexy about making love in broad daylight and it encouraged their hearts to continue. Slow, sensual music plays from Kirishima's phone connected to a speaker and the only sound aside from it were quiet moans escaping their lips. Kirishima had quickly stripped his own clothes except for his boxers and they were thrown haphazardly on the ground before Bakugou began his lap dance session. The blonde grinds down into Kirishima's pelvis and it felt amazing despite the tease it provided on his cock from the thin fabric of their clothing. Kirishima presses his hot palms on the blonde's sides and he gropes at his strong muscles through his t-shirt, curious to see Bakugou nude yet turned on by the fact that he was concealed by just a single layer of clothing. Damn. He was just too sexy for him.

Their lips slide against each other and their tongues danced in their mouths, muffling their passionate moans. They breathe through their noses as they kiss and bite each other in a slow, peaceful manner. It would be great if they could pick up their pace a little bit but it was nice feeling Bakugou lay his arms lazily around Kirishima's neck and making out with him, relaxed and vulnerable. A lapful of Bakugou's ass was also a plus to the whole experience and though he gets it more often than the blonde would like to admit, Kirishima was always excited to get a lap dance from him.

Bakugou's beginning to roll his hips a little faster and Kirishima wants to move on now that his boner was aching for some action. He licks at the blonde's lips and mumbles against it, "I wanna fuck you... but keep the shirt on..."

"Hmm...?" Bakugou hums before he breaks their kiss and arches a brow at him. He looks at the redhead curiously but he continues to roll his hips down onto Kirishima's growing boner. "You sure? 'Cause I'm gonna cum so hard from you fucking me, it'll stain your shirt."

Without waiting for a response, Bakugou grabs the hem of his shirt and slowly pulls it up, revealing his chiseled body inch by inch. He stares into Kirishima's eyes and the blonde's fierce ones entice him and he can't seem to look away from them. Bakugou doesn't break eye contact and he licks his lips seductively before tugging the rest of the shirt off of him, tossing it to an ambiguous area in their room. The words in Kirishima's throat get caught when he sees Bakugou's rock hard abs rippling deliciously at every roll of his hips and the redhead's boner grows even harder at the sight. Kirishima wanted the blonde to keep the shirt on while he fucked him, but he did make a good point of staining it but also because seeing Bakugou naked was always a blessing. He hadn't noticed the blonde watching him scan his eyes along every part of his body until Bakugou cups the redhead's face in his hands and stares into Kirishima's red eyes with his own hooded ones.

"Like what you see?" Bakugou whispers under his breath and Kirishima only nods out of a lack of words. The blonde snickers victoriously before moving his hands up into the redhead's hair, stroking it and running his fingers through the red strands. Normally, Kirishima's hair was up and wildly spikey though today he had kept it down since they were out for only a moment. But it was also endearing to watch Bakugou curiously flick his eyes around his scarlet hair and quietly thread his fingers in amusement. Sometimes, Kirishima would leave his hair down just because he could swear Bakugou loved it more like this and Kirishima enjoyed the way the blonde gently touched him with his dangerous and explosive hands. So much love and compassion came from them and the redhead relished in the touch of the rough texture against his taunt skin stretched out for Bakugou, ready and screaming for the blonde to drag his fingers along it in feather light touches. Bakugou leans in to the redhead once more and they share small kisses before Kirishima takes the opportunity to slip his hands into the blonde's jeans, groping his tight ass and kneading them whilst the blonde continued to roll his hips.