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Grumbling to himself Bakugou settled down at a table with his meal, half ignoring the way the table beside him hushed as they noticed. Uraraka and Tsuyu blinking a little at the way he hunched over, glaring into his breakfast with heavy bags under his eyes and his mind feeling a little woozy.
He had believed that everything would have settled after he gave Kirishima the go ahead. They had been so close to actually fucking, but then there had been the problems of the redhead proving his point to be right, or what he believed was right. The bites hadn’t been that bad, Bakugou had never said he minded the rough treatment, he had even encouraged it, but of course Kirishima had gone and decided that a small complaint meant it was not it. He had still gone and done everything the blonde asked, but there was something nagging at the back of his mind about how he’d acted after it all. How touches had gone back to the soft and careful ones with a hint of hesitation when they kissed before bed.
He'd wanted them to sleep alone that night, but after Bakugou dragged him to his room to actually study, the redhead hadn’t complained. He’d happily joined the blonde as he got ready for bed, following along as Bakugou did his routine. It might have been muscle memory, or him just going with the flow, but they had ended up in the blondes bed again, legs and arms wrapped around each other with Kirishima talking about plans for his internship that week and his birthday party and how he really hoped Bakugous own internship would wrap up quickly so he could join instead of staying a day past. All the while his fingers left feather soft touches all over the blondes back, tracing under his shirt and rubbing at that spot he knew made him weak in the knees.
He knew that he’d be leaving for a few days, but it wasn’t anything new. Still the shorter kept making him stay awake and listen to his rambling long past his selected bedtime. The stupid grin that kept talking his ear off only being interrupted by the frequent kisses as Bakugou started to drift off. If Kirishima hadn’t been so cute about it he might have planted his fist in that face.
That morning had been a nice surprise as he felt Kirishimas hardon pressing into his thigh, grumbling in his sleep against his shoulder, the redheads heavy weight on top of him better than any blanket.
Fingers stroking back red locks he watched it flop to the side to show dark roots. The hair was so soft without all the products he usually used in there. The way Kirishimas nose scrunched up as he tickled an ear had him grin. Small shudders ran through the shorters body, resonated against his own, as fingers traced down shoulder blades and spine. Slowly making their way down to his lower back and waistline. Tan skin felt hot against his fingertips as he let them slip under the t-shirt. Kirishimas body twitching just the slightest as they tickled the sides in their path. A light rumble running through his chest ending in a mewl.
The other wasn’t waking up, his eyes firmly shut and his breathing heavy. Bakugou wouldn’t let himself go too far, not without Kirishimas permission. He might not care what the other did to him, but Kirishima was asleep. It wouldn’t be right if he went to far. Kirishima might be hard and already moving against his leg like a dog, but that didn’t mean he should take advantage of the situation. He’d help him out, but not with the redhead still asleep.
Fiddling with the waistband he leaned in to leave a peek at his brow, his other hand lightly shaking his shoulder, “Ei. Wake up.”
The grumbling from the redhead and tightening of arms around his middle was followed by some inaudible mumbling, but no further stirring of the redhead.
“Eijiro. You’re dripping all over my thigh” He chuckled as he felt the other continue with his light humping, nuzzling in under Bakugous chin and mumbling something further that he couldn’t quite understand. “You’ll be late if you take too long” He had no idea what time it even was, the darkness of the room and his position making it hard to make out the clock on his beds shelf.
Amber peeked out from beneath dark lashes as eyes blinked slowly awake. “Mnn… morning”
Memories of the first time he had dared touch him in bed, hazy, but swarming his mind, had him lick his lip. Kirishimas hot breath against his skin and fingers that pressed into him like they had the day before. It left a tingling in his skin, yearning for more.
“Morning. Do you want a hand with that?” The blonde hummed, his leg lifting the slightest to press against the redheads erection. Even in his sleep deprived state he wouldn’t mind letting his boyfriend let off some steam.
Kirishima had not been on the same page. There had been a light kiss to his pout and then a red-faced Kirishima saying he’d take care of it himself before he left.
He could hear Kirishimas alarm going off as he stepped out the door and could guess the other was probably going for a run, but there was no reason he couldn’t squeeze in some time to squeeze one out before it. It was like what they had discussed the day before had just evaporated into thin air.
Deku was giving him a wide berth before sitting down with the girls, his face clearly asking what was wrong, but not expressing it vocally. They all knew the blonde to be punctual about his sleep. And even if he sometimes seemed to be tired in the mornings, especially as seasons changed, there had been no reason for him to stay up late on a Sunday night that they knew of.
“Hey Kachan. Why are- where is Kirishima?” A quick glance around them told the greenhead that no one else from Bakugous usual group was there. Not that they were morning people, but Bakugou was usually only up early to make more intricate breakfast, but there he was with a premade meal, head hanging like he hadn’t slept a wink, and grumbling into the food.
“Donno. Upstairs” The curt words dropped between bites, his table manners shining through the exhaustion even as he had to force himself to keep his eyes open.
“Bakugou is eating with us?” Todoroki stepped up to the table, his tray of food in hand as he settled in the last empty seat.
“Seems so.” Tsuyu mumbled. Eyes on the lithe form of the swaying blonde.
“Don’t make me regret it” He hadn’t felt so sleepy when he got up, but once he’d sat down it hit him like a ton of bricks. It might have been the cold air of the cafeteria, or the warm food, but either way he was getting sleepier by the minute.
“Bakugou. You have a huge bruise on your shoulder, and another on your neck.” The remark was the same monotone that he was used to half-and-half using. His way of pointing out the obvious without any ill intentions a slight annoyance, but that was just how he was.
The blonde sighed into his food, he had forgotten about the marks. The tanktop he slept in really wasn’t a good choice to cover up, but he had no reason to change so early when his train didn’t leave before the afternoon. That also might be why he was feeling cold. “Yeah, and I got another on my calf. What’s it to you?”
“Why your calf?”
“Because Eijiro is weird about biting. Any other questions?” If he was leaving in the afternoon there was really no reason that he should have woken up so early either. He could have been sleeping in for another hour or two and just left in time, the school provided transportation to the station for all the students anyways.
“Why did Kirishima bite your calf?” Todorokis voice was twinged with curiosity, his simple mind not picking up what was clearly there. Maybe the guy just had no idea what sex was after all and that was why he acted so indifferent about it whenever anything remotely indecent was said by anyone of their classmates.
“Oh, Kirishima is-“ “For fucks sake, half-and-half… It’s a hickey. It’s because we’re dating. He leaves hickeys.” There was a spluttering around the table, and not before he had said it hands were covering his mouth and pressing his head into abs and a damp shirt.
“Kats! You can’t just say that out loud!” Kirishimas face was as red as his hair. The shorter man grimacing down at Bakugou as he held his jaws and mouth shut from saying anything more. The heat of his body from the showers still there, smelling clean and of that citrus soap the blonde liked.
“Kirishima. Good morning.” There was a mutter of greetings around the table, the awkwardness of the conversation leaving more than a few cheeks flushed pink.
“Yeah, um… morning…” Kirishimas ands felt warm against his throat, the locked fingers squeezing just that slightly bit to tight to be comfortable and his eyes narrowed as he stared down into crimson eyes, lips pulling into a slight sneer that had the blondes heart skip and swallow a lump in his throat.
“Kirishima, Bakugou. Are you two a couple now? Like officially. You’re dating” Uraraka questioned, not to sure when it had happened but not all that surprised as she had seen the way they interacted. Todoroki didn’t seem faced, having heard it earlier that day and having had some time to process it since the bite incident in the locker-room. With Kirishima announcing it so loudly that Bakugou was his.
“W-well yeah. Um. How much did you say?” prying the hands from his mouth the blonde frowned up at the other as he stood there, letting them cup the underside of his jaw instead. The firm abbs and slight softness of his stomach cradling his head welcoming as he struggled to stay upright by himself from the sleepiness.
“I didn’t say anything.” Bakugou scoffed, eyes closing for a second as he relaxed only to be forced back open.
“Oh… right…” Kirishimas stomach tensed for a second against his scalp. The movement unintentional compared to the slow motion of his breathing, “you’re up early.”
“And?” Watching the hesitation in the redhead Bakugou leaned into his hands, trying his best not to show too much to the ones around them, but giving the go ahead to Kirishima to continue whatever train of thought he had going on.
“I thought you’d sleep in a bit more. I was thinking I’d come back after my run and we could…” He trailed off, cheeks tinting pink as he cleared his throat. Calloused fingers kept gently tracing, tightening slightly whenever his eyes started to shut or his head started to drop ”If you were going to wake up I’d have kept you company.”
The way he pouted had the blondes brow twitch, Kirishima had left of his on accord. He had known Bakugou was up. He’d made sure to make the redhead know he was awake and good to be more than just company “Eijiro. Off.”
“Katsuki. Come on, don’t be like that.” He had some nerve to act like he had done nothing wrong. He’d seen it, felt it. The redhead had even acknowledged it was there. Still, he had the balls to deny his boyfriends help and go off to run instead.
“Are you mad about the bites? Did I do something wrong?” The redheads brows knitted with a frown as he asked.
“Off. Sit. Down” Sneering Bakugou smacked at his arm, the light touches feeling restrictive instead of supportive as the irritation grew. He really needed to take a step back before he was the one to get bitten.
Kirishima stared down at him, hands lightly tracing jaw and neck as they held him there, keeping him from tilting his head back down and breaking eyecontact. He looked so pretty like that. Upturned with his head tilted back as far as it would go without being uncomfortable. His lips looked slightly puffy from them making out the night before, eye heavy and red rimmed and slightly glossed over with sleep. The small shudder he got as fingers traced jugular and the way his ears pinked made him want to do it again and again until he could make the blonde moan from the ticklish touches. Teeth worried lip as they stayed like that for long seconds turning minutes, Bakugous nose scrunching up as hands didn’t let go, lightly and gently holding him in place. It wasn’t like he couldn’t break away if he wanted to, but he stayed put because Kirishima wanted him to. Giving him control of his movements and when to stop.
“Ei-“ “…Really want to kiss you” the words slipped out under his breath before he could stop himself. He could feel the way Bakugous adams apple bobbed from him swallowing his words, a slight tension of jaw and lips as he sat up a little straighter, tilting his head down as far as it would go,
“What?” there was a splutter around the table as the others overheard, a few already having been captured by the scene that took place.
“Ah-! Um… well, you’re going to be gone for a few days. It’s going to be really quiet here and I just got permission to do it… I’d like to cuddle a little more just so my batteries don’t go empty…” He mumbled, hands quickly pulling away as he settled besides the blonde, arms crossing under his chin and looking to all the world like an abandoned puppy.
Staring, Bakugou felt his jaw go slack. There was no way Kirishima didn’t know what he was doing. That look was pure manipulation. “…It’s not that long. Fucking… Just go get your food! I’m going to take a nap, so just get to it before you have to go to class you- Damn, idiot…”
“Yay. Thanks, Suki.” He grinned, a slight peek at the blondes cheek and he was off to pick up a tray of breakfast of his own.
Cleaning up the blondes eyes scanned the counter and the large bowls of fruit placed there. They hadn’t been there the day before, and for some reason they were all on the large and soft side. A card saying to “pick what you want, supplies are in the boys bathroom”, sitting neatly in the middle. “What’s with all the fruit?”
“Oh um, Kaminari and Mineta bought a lot... to… share” Kirishimas eyes followed as the blonde grabbed a banana, peeling and inspecting it with slight suspicion before bringing it to his lips only to stop at Kirishimas stare.
“What?”
“No-no… um… so uh, you- I guess you prefer bananas..?” His eyes darted around the room as he stumbled over his words. Shoulders rising to his ears and body going ridged under Bakugous stare.
“Not exactly. They’re good for potassium and protein and stuff.“ He mumbled, eyes on the redhead and the way his cheeks flushed from Bakugou taking the tip into his mouth about to chew down. The way Kirishima kept glancing at him with that face had his lips twitch, an idea popping into his head before he had a chance to understand where it came from.
“Right… t-they are really good for… that” Kirishimas stumbled over his words, trying his best not to look at the taller. It made it even more amusing when he purposefully stole glances when he thought Bakugou wasn’t looking.
Voice silky smooth, he stepped closer, his hand reaching over to touch Kirishimas “Hey, Eijiro. What are you thinking of?”
Kirishimas eyes were on him in a split second. Focus split between how the banana slid in deeper and Bakugous eyes. The flinch of his whole body as he bit down on the soft fruit had a surge of laughter bubbling in the blondes stomach. Spilling out as Kirishima spluttered that it was not what he was thinking about and not to tease him like that.
The other had complained all the way back to the room, only quieting down for a moment to smooch his boyfriend before heading off to get ready for class. Bakugou had a moment to nap before he had to get ready himself. The ride wouldn’t be that long, and he really wanted to feel rested at the internship at Best Jeanists. The guy was strict about appearances, and if he showed up looking like he had just rolled out of bed or like he hadn’t slept then he’d surely get an earful from the old worrywart.