Contains smut wow look at me go. There's a clear indication of where it starts and it's not plot relevant, so skip it if you're not about that life.

Kirishima didn't take his time. He pretty much got to his house, threw everything in a suitcase (including every last one of his crocs because despite what Bakugou said they were his beloved children and he would carry them to the ends of the earth), carefully packed away his PC and monitor, then set back to central without taking a single look back.

If he knew that the last time he slept in that bed was the last time he ever would, maybe his nights would've been a bit more peaceful.

He was too impatient. Driving there and back felt like at least double the time than what it actually was. From the radio, he was blasting video game sound tracks which made him actually nervous whenever a boss or enemy song came on.

It was as though it'd been too long since he'd heard Bakugou's voice. It was stupid, he knew, but after spending so much time with him to be away for close to six hours suddenly was a strange feeling. Like when there's a show you like, and you just want to keep watching it forever and hope it never ends.

Eventually, he did reach his destination, while smiling like a complete lunatic as he thought about the person waiting for him inside. Just as he was about to exit the car and start taking his stuff in, his phone received a very conveniently timed call.

'Ai' the phone screen read, leaving Kirishima to answer it immediately.

"Yo bro," She greeted with, voice seemingly chipper.

"Don't tell me that you're getting divorced already." The redhead joked, admittedly finding himself hilarious.

"Fuck off, obviously not. I'm clearly a keeper. I was wondering when you're next in central, 'cause-"

"Actually..." Kirishima cut her off before she continued. There was no point in letting her continue when she was going to learn this anyway. "I'm kinda moving in with Bakugou." He spoke slowly, knowing that she wouldn't have caught it otherwise.

"You're what‽" She asked as though she misheard, but even she knew that she didn't. "That's a bit quick, don't ya think?"

"I guess so? But we're both sure of it. I probably would've moved down here anyway so we cut out the middle man if this was going to happen eventually."

"Huh. He seems more responsible than I thought... Kinda pinned him as the kind of guy that doesn't really think things through and just goes for it."

"It's more that he just knows what he wants so he goes for it."

"Anyway, this is good news! We'll be able to see you a lot more, and Katsu too."

Kirishima laughed at the nickname, knowing that she was probably going to try and cling to it no matter if Bakugou objected.

"I guess you're right."

"I'm gonna get going now. Kinda supposed to be doing mushy honeymoon shit and I forget what I was supposed to say." She laughed, though mocking the concept of the mushy stuff.

"Have fun!"

He hung up the phone, a smile on his face as he got out the car, opened the trunk and pulled his big suitcase out.

As he walked through the door, he shouted he was back to let the blonde know that someone hadn't just broken in or something.

"No need to fuckin' shout." The blonde emerged from the kitchen, walking towards the redhead.

"Bit rich coming from you." Kirishima retorted, happy to see him.

Bakugou grabbed the handle of the suitcase and started lifting it up the stairs, Kirishima taking hold of his wrist almost immediately, earning a scowl from the blonde.

"It's pretty heavy, I ca-"

"Who the fuck do you think I am? Tch, I'll have you know I'm pretty fucking strong." He swatted the redhead's hand away before continuing to lift the case.

Oh yeah Kirishima thought as he stared in awe. He kind of did that out of instinct because he didn't want Bakugou to potentially hurt himself, but then he realised who it actually was.

Kirishima then went back out to his car and grabbed his PC, which wasn't necessarily packed away. He began carrying it up the stairs.

After he'd reached the top of the stairs, he walked past Bakugou's room and was about to enter the one he had been staying in.

"Oi, where the fuck are you going?" Bakugou asked from his room, lifting an eyebrow in suspense as he looked at his boyfriend through the open door.

Kirishima hadn't really thought much about it until now, but he for some reason hadn't thought that he and Bakugou would share a room now. It just hadn't really crossed his mind, but he was damn glad that the blonde called him back.

"Shit, sorry. Got kinda dazed there." The redhead laughed, setting the PC down next to where Bakugou had put his monitor, on the desk that previously had way too much room on it.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me." The blonde commented as he took a proper look at the contents of the suitcase. "Do you not know how to fucking fold clothes? It's pretty damn simple. You don't just shove the bastards in and hope for the best." He complained, pulling out a balled up shirt in almost disgust. Kirishima couldn't help but smile.

"It's a big suitcase! And if it's for a holiday or something I'd pack properly, but there wasn't really a need with this." He took a seat on the floor and started helping the blonde to unpack what was there. Bakugou didn't verbally mention the crocs, but his lip definitely curled in disgust at the offensive items.

"We're the same shoe size, maybe you'll try 'em and like 'em!" Kirishima tried to suggest, pretty much knowing the answer before he even received one.

"The day I wear crocs is the day I die." The blonde answered with a smirk, before looking at a certain shirt he unravelled suspiciously.

"You okay there?"

"I swear to God we have at least five of the same shirt." He sighed, strolling over to his own wardrobe to take a look. Kirishima followed along curiously, ready to crease if that was true.

Bakugou was right. They had seven matching shirts, which Kirishima found hilarious.

"How are we gonna know whose is whose?" He choked through laughter, his laugh making Bakugou start chuckling.

"Like that fucking matters."

They went back to unpacking, not having much left considering 80% of it was clothes or shoes.

Kirishima went to the toilet as Bakugou picked up a certain thing, unravelling it as he had to do with all the others. Upon noticing that it was underwear, he found himself feel genuinely somewhat flustered as he shoved them into a draw. What am I, five? He questioned, before shaking his head and getting back to the task at hand.

The last piece of clothing was a black hoodie it seemed. Bakugou reached in and noticed that this one was actually folded semi-neatly. As he unfolded it, Kirishima looked up and saw, before trying to take it off him.

"I can do that one!" He tried to insist, his voice and tone practically screaming that there was a reason for that.

Bakugou continued to unfold it, before finally taking a look at the design. After that second, he started laughing as he was genuinely amused. Blushing Kirishima quickly snatched it away and put it in the wardrobe.

"You actually got my merch? That shit was limited addition and sold out fuckin' fast." The blonde smiled as he tried not to laugh, almost baffled.

"So! It's fuckin' comfy." Kirishima defended himself before pushing the suitcase under the bed.

Bakugou had noticed how Kirishima was sort of starting to talk more like him. It's not like he never swore before, but now it was more frequent and it seemed like being in closer contact with his sister sparked it too. Bakugou found it oddly endearing.

"I'm posting a video tomorrow, make sure you watch it." The blonde had said seemingly out of the blue, sparking Kirishima's interest.

Even when they only talked online, they'd always tell each other about the videos they made or were going to make. The suddenly secretive smirk on Bakugou's face was terrifying yet so damn alluring all at once.

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Welcome to episode one (two?) of 'flustered lesbian attempts to write gay male sexual interactions' have fun lmao.

This is your warning nee naw nee naw leave if you don't want your eyes violated.

"I can't sleep. It's too fuckin' hot." The blonde complained. He had already discarded his shirt earlier along with Kirishima when they had gotten into bed.

Kirishima sleepily kissed the base of Bakugou's neck from behind, acknowledging that he was listening but wasn't really awake enough to give a response right away.

He loved sleeping next to Bakugou, having his arm around the blonde's waist as he listened to his delicate and calm breathing. He felt he was able to protect him like that, though he knew Bakugou didn't need protecting.

"You not tired?" The red head asked, eyes opening lazily as he propped himself up on his elbow.

His hair was sticking up slightly on the right side, the side he'd been laying on for the past half an hour, but floppy on the other side. He looked down at Bakugou, who looked back up at him in annoyance.

"Nah. It's annoying."

The moonlight that peeked through the curtains illuminated Bakugou's prominent features as he scowled. Kirishima couldn't help but speak, it came out of his mouth faster than he could stop it. That sight just made his brain for some reason think that filters just weren't needed.

"I have an idea." He close to whispered.

"You with your god damn ideas." The blonde waited a second before replying with something close to a smile, making Kirishima surprised that he even heard him. "Let's hear it then."

Kirishima coughed slightly. He didn't actually have an idea, or at least one that he'd say out loud. He didn't even know why this crossed his mind at all, he'd never really thought explicitly about this stuff before. Okay, maybe that was a bit of a lie, but he'd never vocalised it.

"You gonna be a man and tell me or what?" The blonde smirked, knowing that Kirishima couldn't just not say anything now. But speaking, it wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do at this point in time.

Instead, Kirishima decided to dip his head down slowly and leave a tender kiss on Bakugou's cheek, which confused the blonde a great deal. It was so soft and unexpected that it made him actually start turning red a bit. For some reason, it was special.

But he also felt teased. It was annoying.

The gesture in itself was nice, but Bakugou couldn't help but think to your fucking left. So naturally, the blonde moved in to kiss him properly, seeming honestly a bit desperate.

It picked up a bit, Kirishima's hands snaking down Bakugou's sides as his touch was delicate, almost enough so Bakugou couldn't feel it.

"Stop, that fucking tickles." The blonde whispered as he pulled away and shivered under Kirishima's touch, mostly telling him to stop just because he was embarrassed of the face he was probably making.

The red head obliged, now placing his hands on the bed beside Bakugou as he hovered over him. He then leaned into Bakugou's ear, much to the blonde's surprise. He didn't know what to expect, but he swallowed in anticipation nevertheless.

They were so close. Skin brushing skin, it was driving Bakugou wild. All he wanted to do was just take in the sight of every single square inch of the other's body until the image was burned into his eyelids.

Kirishima was nervous about saying this. Hell, nervous was a massive understatement. Mostly because he was scared of being rejected. Although he was pretty certain he wouldn't be, he didn't want to fuck anything up with that slight possibility.

Despite that, he whispered.

"This idea... It'll get you tired, and feel pretty damn good in the process." His voice was low, still husky through the whisper he mustered.

The sound of his voice caused goosebumps to spike from Bakugou's arms, sending something similar to a shiver down his spine as he swallowed. Bakugou couldn't tell if Kirishima knew what he was doing to him.

"You with your fucking ideas." The blonde laughed admittedly nervously as he noticed his heart getting quicker and quicker. He barely even noticed how he repeated his earlier statement. He tried not to let it show, but just the way his chest was rising and falling said it all.

"Only if you want to, obviously." Kirishima reassured, plucking up the courage to move backwards and look at Bakugou's face.

The blonde huffed out a laugh as a smile appeared on his face. It was a laugh of 'as if you even feel the need to say that', but it was also something he just had to let out as he looked in awe at Kirishima's clearly worried face.

"Shut up and touch me," The blonde muttered before he captured Kirishima's lips in his own.

Kirishima let out some sort of surprised gasp, but quickly melted into his boyfriend's request as he placed the hand not holding him up onto the lower part of his hip, gripping harder this time than he were the last.

Bakugou smirked into the kissing, tugging Kirishima's bottom lip between his teeth for a few seconds when they disconnected briefly. 

"May I?" Kirishima asked as he slipped the tips of his fingers past the waistband of the sweatpants Bakugou was wearing.

Bakugou's breath hitched at the feeling of Kirishima's hand being that much closer to his dick. He covered his eyes with his arm as he responded.

"Y-yeah. Yes, fuck." He wanted to make sure that the message was clear.

Kirishima smirked, slowly moving his hand down further, keeping his touch delicate. He was doing it purposefully, seeing how it was slightly frustrating Bakugou but flustering him at the same time.

"Let me know if you want me to stop, okay?" His words and the tone of his voice completely opposed the things his left hand was about to be doing.

"I fucking get it. Damn tease-" He began to spit out, before his breath hitched in his throat just before he finished the last word.

Kirishima let out a low chuckle as he brushed his hand over the tops of both of Bakugou's thighs, pinching them slightly, purposefully skipping over the area that connected them.

As much as Kirishima did want to get along with it and give his partner the satisfaction, there was something so entertaining about watching his chest quickly rise and fall in response to the things he was doing.

Soon after, he gave in, tracing his fingers over the base of the blonde's dick. Just based on what he could feel then, it seemed that the blonde was more than up for this.

"W-wipe that grin off your face." The blonde spat, feeling as though he needed to fill the almost silence or else his uneven breathing and slight whimpers would really piss him off.

Kirishima didn't vocally respond, he just trailed his fingers further along, before wrapping his whole hand around it slowly. He couldn't help but carry on smiling, seeing how Bakugou was very clearly biting his tongue in an attempt to keep quiet.

"What are you covering your face for? Are you embarrassed?" The redhead asked. It almost sounded completely casual, which really didn't match with the mood in the air. Bakugou knew it was on purpose as he tried to keep his voice in.

"I'm not... Embarrassed... Shit-" He muttered as Kirishima picked up the pace, rapidly moving his closed fist up and down.

The blonde couldn't help but let choked moans out as he was talking, which made him not able to defend himself properly, which Kirishima found extremely amusing. He let out a deep chuckle, satisfied at how he felt the other's dick twitch in response.

The redhead leaned into Bakugou's ear, nibbling his earlobe ever so lightly before speaking in that low, husky voice again.

"Move your arm. I wanna see your pretty face when you come undone,"

"Fuck... Y-you talk too much... Loser." He moaned at the praise, slowly doing as he was told as he moved his arm away from his face.

Once Kirishima had noticed he did so, he leaned back again, locking eyes with the blonde as his eyes were lidded and full of lust and pleasure.

"Does it feel okay?" The redhead teased with a grin forcing its way out as he looked at the other.

"Kirishima, I-" The blonde started almost whining, before being completely cut off.

"So we're on last name basis now? I'm afraid that won't do. Say my name, Katsuki."

Warmth started pooling in Bakugou's stomach as he tried to warn the other of what was about to happen. The fact that he was on the very edge brought his voice to sound different than normal, softer and less demanding. The fact that the man above him suddenly had such an assertive personality only helped him along.

"Eijirou! I'm gonna-" He tried desperately to announce his climax, but it hit him before he could get more than a couple intelligeable words out.

Kirishima stroked him through it, before reaching to the small stand next to the bed and grabbing a few tissues, wiping the blonde's stomach before throwing them into the garbage.

Bakugou's breath steadied after a couple minutes, his eyes hard to keep open.

"Goodnight," Kirishima muttered after pulling Bakugou's pants back up and flopping down next to him.

"Moron, what about you?"

"Another time. You're tired and I wanted this to be about you." He closed his eyes, assuming the position they were before Bakugou had started to complain.

"Tch," Bakugou had to admit he was slightly disappointed considering he really did want to return the act, but he was also quite tired now and was in his own state of bliss that he didn't have it in him to object.

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