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"He smiled. A sub shouldn't be terrified,

but a little anxiety was good."

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Over the next few days, Kirishima began to fall into a new habit of checking his phone as soon as he woke up.

Something he was not used to doing over the years, mainly because he knew there would be no new text messages or notifications other than the random texts from Denki explaining that he might not be home.

He had been lonely before when Denki had been staying with Hanta a lot, but with Bakugou back in his life, it was easy to get lost in their texting conversations.

Things were a little different as now he would wake up each morning with a text from Bakugou.

They were working on rebuilding their friendship, slowly slipping into the habit of normal texting about random things as Bakugou is a busy CEO and they have yet to see each other again.

Ever since that night at dinner when they made up and decided to start fresh, it felt like a weight was lifted from his chest and he began smiling more just from knowing that Bakugou was only a text away, just like old times.

Most mornings Bakugou's texts would come through around 8am. Kirishima was never up that early. He is not a morning person and with his waiter job, he works from noon until closing a few nights a week so he can afford to sleep in.

However, this morning there is no text from the ash blond, and normally that would not bother him if it wasn't for how fresh their rekindled friendship was.

Bakugou always made it a point to text him in the mornings even if just to say 'good morning' or a quick hello. Now it was rolling around 11am and there are still no texts from the blond.

Slipping out of bed Kirishima takes a quick shower to get ready for work. Freshly showered and dressed in his tight-fitting black pants, he tucks in the bottoms of his white button-up shirt.

Kirishima enjoys that there are no tacky uniforms at this restaurant, only classic attire for the upscale facility.

While quickly rushing downstairs and out the door he pulls out his phone and decides to send a quick text to Bakugou.

After all, a phone works both ways and Bakugou had been the one to text him first over the past week.

Kirishima: Good afternoon! I hope your day is going well.

He hit send and stuffed his phone away in his pocket before quickly rushing out the door and slipping into his car.

He had to get to work fast, one thing is for sure, Kirishima is a master procrastinator.

Always leaving a little too late or oversleeping, pushing things to the last minutes, he couldn't help the anxiety-producing lifestyle he had grown accustomed to.

If he could change it, he would, but he always gets sucked back into his old ways.

He arrives at work 10 minutes late, but his boss doesn't mind, like always, maybe that's why he keeps pushing his luck.

No one really cares that he is running late or being irresponsible, his boss doesn't care. His boss only cares that he showed up and will smile at the customers.

He never had anyone in his life that actually pushed him to better himself.

His mother is the addict who was never in the right state of mind to even begin coaching him into adulthood, and he never met his father. From what little he was told about the man, he didn't seem like a good role model either.

He never met any other family that he might have had, maybe he had cousins or grandparents out there that would have raised him if they knew what he was going through?

He doesn't even remember meeting grandparents, or if he did, he wasn't told who they were to him or wasn't old enough to remember.

For a brief period of time he had Shinso, he was kind and encouraging. He pushed him to find a better job, something other than working late nights in sketchy areas of town would do better for his body and his wallet.

He had worked at bars, fast food locations, mechanics shops, and even grocery stores.

This job has been his best decision so far, it pays well, and he isn't being hassled or manhandled by customers.

Clocking in, he ties his apron around his waist and tucks in all his needed supplies such as some pens and his notepad for taking orders along with his cell phone.

Tapping the screen of his phone it blinks to life and he notices there are no new text messages.

A frown pulls at his lips as he wonders what Bakugou is doing right now. Knowing that he is a busy man, the CEO of an up-and-coming company must stay busy quite a lot, puts his mind to ease but still wishing to hear from his friend today.

He has gotten used to the routine and it made him feel slightly normal again.

However annoyed he might be at the lack of contact he has with Bakugou because of his job, he is proud of the ash blond and the career he has made for himself.

Proud of the things that he has managed to accomplish and overcome. Although from what he was told at dinner, he didn't have the best home life as well and it messed him up. Bakugou had never felt support in a kind and calm way, he was always pushed to go harder and do better.

It was the opposite for himself, he never had anyone to push him at all.

Nobody except for the ash blond that he was so desperately wishing to see again.

Bakugou would always push him to do better for himself, saying how good grades meant a good future.

Kirishima wanted a good life and a good future, so with Bakugou's help he studied hard and when he slacked off, the ash blond teen would scold him and lecture him about how if he ever wanted to be somebody then he needed to focus and do well in school.

During all 4 years of high school, Kirishima made good grades and when he needed help, Bakugou was there to push him forward and keep him going.

He was a kind but firm hand, something that Kirishima desperately needed in his life.

It had been a whole week since their dinner together and they had talked about hanging out again but never set any plans. Bakugou told him that he is busy a lot and his schedule changes quite frequently, so they would have to wait and see or a good time to become available.

The evening ran by fast; it was busy and crowded at the restaurant today. That kept Kirishima in a steady flow of customers, making good tips at almost every table he waited on.

As 7pm rolled around, Kirishima had just gotten back from his 30-minute break. His boss came rushing over to him, the look of nervousness on the large Italian man's face was new for his normal relaxed and smiling persona, and made Kirishima instantly think he had done something wrong.

"Kirishima! Good, you're back! I need you to do something for me!"

Flailing his arms desperately to get his attention, his boss was sweating and made him look a little gross compared to his normal put-together look.

"Hey, what is it? Is something wrong?"

Rolling his eyes softly he couldn't help but ask, just in case he was in trouble.

"We're all screwed! We have two very important gentlemen here in the private dining hall and all the other waiters are nervous! You're the best one we have anyways so you need to get in there now and take their orders!"

His boss spewed frantically making Kirishima chuckle and nod his head with a fond smile. His boss reminded him of a child sometimes, how he ever manages a restaurant baffles him.

"Okay, okay I've got it! It's no big deal. I will take care of them, boss."

Smiling he quickly rushes off towards the private dining location, knowing that keeping any high-profile customer waiting would look bad on them and plus, the big shots always tipped well.

Rushing into the room, he didn't bother to look up as he focused on pulling his note pad out of his apron pocket and grabbing the pen out from behind his ear.

"Good evening, sirs. My name is Kirishima and I will be taking care of you tonight,"

Fumbling with his pen he flips open the notepad that he had written in what the special is for the night.

"Tonight's special is seared scallops with roasted asparagus in a spicy seafood curry sauce. Would you like to sample the wine of the day?"

Looking up from his note pad with a bright smile, he instantly freezes and has to control his face from slipping into a huge look of shock.

However he isn't able to stop his eyes from locking with one man at the table.

"Good evening, Kirishima. I would love to taste that wine."

Bakugou's voice made him blush, he was frozen with wide eyes and probably looking stupid, so he quickly lowered his eyes feeling a pool of warmth flood his body.

Feeling his body tingling, he is trying to remain calm but somewhere in the back of his head, the word "sir" begins to cause his palms to sweat and his dick to stir.

He can't help but to thank the gods that he is wearing an apron.

"Yes sir, I will bring that right out. Should I bring two glasses?"

Looking at the other male who was sitting across the table from the ash blond, he wonders who this other man is. He doesn't seem like Bakugou's type of guy.

He was wearing a dark suit and was stiff but offered a kind smile. His dark hair and sharp features adorned a large and muscular body.

He has to fight off the smirk that wants to form on his lips when he realizes that Bakugou probably prefers skinny boys with big asses.

The other man begins nodding his head, snapping him out of his train of thoughts.

"I will be right back with that."

Giving a quick glance at Bakugou, he smiles before rushing out of the room and running to the wine cellar to grab the bottle.

Holy shit, he was not expecting that tonight.

Holy shit, he was not expecting that tonight.

He is here for a business meeting with a potential partner with his company.

He had wanted to partner with the owner of a large hotel franchise to make booking travel locations easier for the customers.

Traveling through his agency would give customers deals on hotel bookings from this company making both of them have a rise in client bookings.

He was not expecting to be plopped in the same restaurant where the redhead worked, but he is pleasantly surprised to see him shocked as well.

The look of flustered shock on his face made him want to chuckle.

The way Kirishima blushed and fidgeted in his spot made him hungry to tease the male. He wanted to see him squirm under his stare.

He blames it on his slight sadistic side that like to tease until his subs are crying, but there was something in Kirishima's eyes that made him want to drop the boy to his knees.

Over the past week he couldn't keep Kirishima out of his head, he has been confused as to why he's reacting to his best friend this way.

His body was reacting to those cheeky smiles and craved to see him bow his head and sink to his knees in submission.

He couldn't help it, he is used to sex, quiet a lot of sex, and the sight of such an innocent and submissive posture, even from his friend, had him preening to see this boy submit to him.

Kirishima has been in his brain and it was bothering him because he knew that Kirishima was not trained as a submissive.

There are some things that are huge red stop signs within the life of BDSM, especially for a trained and contracted member of The Red Door.

One thing is to never bring that kind of play on with a person who is uneducated about what being a submissive is. People need some basic training and education before they can make a decision about this lifestyle and play.

Everything must be safe, sane, and consensual.

He had never brought anyone into the lifestyle before, having just preferred to play with unclaimed submissives at the clubs whenever he wasn't in a contracted relationship with a submissive.

However he had only collared one submissive before, a cute boy with long dirty-blond hair that reached the bottom of his shoulder blades.

They met during one of his trips to the Black Phoenix, a kink club in California where he went to school, and almost instantly found their way to a playroom where he absolutely fell in love with the boy's submission to him.

His name is Damon, he was 19 years old at the time and painfully cute. He stood about 5'4 with curves that would have most women jealous.

Damon was perfect to him and caught his attention immediately.

Bakugou always called him Dime for short, a silly nickname he had for the male who was a diamond in his eyes, beautiful, and an amazing submissive.

Dime had been the only submissive that he ever formed a long-term contract with

Their contract lasted for almost 2 years.

During that time, Dime would spend most weekends with him in his apartment by his collage campus, they would go to the club together once a week as well.

The contract ended as well as their relationship over 6 months ago when Dime decided that he wanted something more than a D/S relationship.

He wanted more vanilla things for their day to day lives and only wanted to bring BDSM in the bedroom.

It bothered him because BDSM wasn't a kink to him, it was something he needed to be normal.

However, he tried; he loved his diamond more than he ever thought he could love someone. They had fallen in young passionate love.

Bakugou was young and just discovering things about himself and Dime had been the one person to stick by him for such a long time while he was struggling to find himself.

Although he agreed to try things out for the sake of their relationship, he couldn't do it.

With BDSM taken from his life, and forced into only a kink for the bedroom, he became a loose cannon again.

His anger issues began to seep back in, and he began to fall out of control of his emotions. In his mind, it was high school all over again.

He needed control if he wanted to be happy, that is what he learned in college. He tried other things but this was the only thing that worked for him, and he was happy when he had a submissive.

His dominance over a submissive felt safe for him, it brought a calmness to his racing emotions.

He had never felt this type of calm before he discovered BDSM.

His home life was a ticking time bomb that made him quite explosive himself.

The calm was welcomed when he found it in college. He now needs it, and doesn't ever want to be put in that situation again where he has to choose between the man he loves and the one thing that keeps him sane.

Kirishima waltzed back into the room with two wine glasses in his one hand with a bottle of expensive wine in the other hand.

He carefully sat them down on the table, keeping his gaze focused on the glasses as he poured a sample in each glass and then stepping back silently.

"Thank you."

Nodding towards his guest as they sipped the expensive wine, he tells Kirishima to pour them a glass and keep the bottle out for them.

"Yes, sirs. Have you had time to think about your order or would you like more time?"

Noticing how the redhead asked this while keeping his head slightly bowed and only peeking up when he was spoken to made him grin.

The sight alone was enough to have heat pooling in his stomach making him frown and try to push away the sexual tension blooming from his friend.

But damn, he is a fucking natural, it's a shame he doesn't have a dominant to teach him, he would make a beautiful submissive.

"Yes, I want the scallops,"

Ordering and watching as Kirishima writes on the notepad, his pink tongue poking out between his lips in concentration.

It was quite cute and sent a spark of familiarity through him, he used to do that when he was taking notes in school.

"What can I get for you, sir?" Kirishima asked, looking over at his guest.

He noticed how he was quicker to make eye contact with the other male at the table, even lifting his head some when speaking to him.

It puffed at the ash blond's pride to see how Kirishima seemed to not know how his own body was submitting to the him without him even trying.

Dinner continued like this, Kirishima would check on them, fill their glasses, bring them anything they asked, and he did it with a smile.

He seemed to enjoy being a server, that thought made him break out in a smirk.

He is so fucked; it was like a light had been flipped inside him.

He wanted to watch Kirishima fall apart in submission before him.

He wanted to bring him into the lifestyle and show him how he could grow and develop under the right conditions.

He wanted to guide the redhead and teach him.

He should have known something was going on the moment he heard Kirishima call him master for the first time at the club.

The chase was on, he wanted to be the one to show his friend the world he was already slipping into so gracefully.

Never before had he felt so drawn to helping someone before, even with Dime.

Dime was already a submissive when they met, but he didn't need the lifestyle as Bakugou did.

Dime liked it, loved it even, but didn't need it.

Dime liked to give up control, but there was no reason for his submission and ultimately it ruined them. It broke Bakugou and ruined his outlook on love.

With Kirishima, there seems to be something in his eyes that draws him in. It tells Bakugou that the redhead needs leadership, he needs stability and someone to guide him.

The need to protect him and guide him only swells inside the more time he spends around the redhead.

After the meeting with Mr. Howard, the two businessmen agree to meet again on a later date and he would give him his answer for his offer then.

When the meeting was over, the restaurant was closing and so he waited outside, wanting to catch Kirishima before he went home.

Waiting for about 30 minutes, he spots him walking out of the building slowly and digging in his pockets.

Smiling at the sight, he walks over towards him.

"Hello there." He watches as Kirishima jumps and clutches at his chest with wide eyes.

"Jesus! Don't do that!" He screeches and Bakugou laughs but shakes his head as he walks over and stands right in front of him, gently placing his hands on his shoulders and watching the way his strawberry eyes look away and how he chews on his lower lip.

"Sorry for startling you." Humming softly he hooks a finger under Kirishima's chin to lift his eyes to him.

Although he loves the sight of him submitted to him, he also loves to see his amazing eyes that put rubies to shame.

"S'okay..." Kirishima mumbles and Bakugou watches a blush creep up to his cheeks, making him smirk and gently let go of his chin.

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place tomorrow since it is Saturday and everything?" He wanted to talk to him about some things.

He wanted to see where Kirishima's head was when it came to the lifestyle. He needs to know what the redhead wants and needs from this all before bringing anything up about coaching him into the life.

He knew that he would eventually ask Kirishima if he wanted help getting into the lifestyle. He would be willing to help him find a dominant or even train him himself if that's what his friend wanted.

However his body craved to see Kirishima bent over naked in his playroom, his brain told him how disastrous that would be considering that they are just friends.

He would just have to control himself, because although he was used to his submissives having a sexual relationship with him, he would put that aside to help his friend.

He knew that something was going on inside Kirishima that made him cave to fall into submission.

He could see it in the way he trembled at the club, he was scared of something.

When Denki and him were spanked, he flinched and cried, the look of terror in his eyes.

Maybe he was abused before?

Sadly it is common for members of the BDSM lifestyle to have some past trauma that led them there.

The thought made him angry, the idea of the redhead being hurt by anyone made him grit his teeth.

He was brought out of his thoughts when Kirishima gently placed his hand on his arm and warmth spread through his body.

"I would like that. I wanted to talk to you about some things anyways." The way Kirishima blushed and removed his hand made Bakugou curious, he decided to push him and see if he would be honest with him and tell him what's on his mind.

"Now I am curious, what did you want to talk to me about?" Bakugou asked, giving a raised eyebrow to the shorter male.

Watching as Kirishima bit his lip and lowered his eyes to his feet and he fidgeted some, his interest peeks.

"I... I wanted to know more about... Urm, the dominant and submissive stuff... I have honestly been thinking I would do well in the lifestyle, but I don't know enough about it to decide, and... well... I trust you...not to make fun of me..."

Kirishima's rambling is cut off when he bites his lip making Bakugou's eyes widen.
This was something he was not expecting at all.

He just wanted to see if the redhead would just tell him something small, prove that he already feels the need to be honest with Bakugou, and just something to give him an idea of what the redhead wanted to talk about.

However, he was pleased with this response and can't help the smirk that forms on his lips as he gently places his hand on Kirishima's cheek, running his thumb along his jaw making him blush harder.

The way his eyes close as his head begins leaning into his touch, makes his pride swell.

"Look at me." Ordering firmly but with a softness that he was not expecting from himself, he watches the way Kirishima instantly looks up, opening his eyes and releasing his lip from between his teeth.

His eyes blown wide but are shining with something Bakugou instantly recognizes as acceptance with a dash of lust.

"Come over to my place tomorrow at noon, we will discuss this more then." Trailing his thumb along his jawline slowly before running it quickly over his bottom lip that was plump from his biting, his mind begins to wander why he is doing this.

It wasn't smart to be thinking like this towards Kirishima, but the look in his stupidly bright eyes every time he is even the tad bit stern with him has Bakugou itching to help his friend out.

"Ah... Okay, I will..."Kirishima's hot breath fans across his fingers and his eyes fluttered closed again making the ash-blond grin.

He was putty in his hands, a blank canvas, perfect submissive material that is ready to be shaped.

"Good boy." Praising softly he hums lowly and watches the way Kirishima sucks in a sharp intake of breath before shivering.

"It's getting late, go home and I will text you my address tomorrow morning." Ordering lowly he can't control the serious dominant tone from seeping out in this one command. He watches as the redhead steps back slowly and nods his head before giving a soft smile.

"Goodnight." Kirishima mumbles softly and turns around, heading off in the direction of the parking lot.

"Oh, Red?"Calling out with a satisfied smirk still plastered on his face, he watches Kirishima still and turn around, giving a curious look.

"I'm glad that you still trust me, it's kinda important for this." He says with a genuine smile that made Kirishima blush and nod his head before quickly scurrying off towards his car.