Slam!
The perfume of cheap booze wafts through the crispy air inside of a shared bedroom, loud thuds sounding out to break the stillness that held an unwanted tension just a few moments ago. The angry blonds work has long since been abandoned, and his forever partner is not the only one to blame: he gave up the fight even if it wasn't much of one to begin with. Fair, chiseled skin is pressed up roughly into a chilled wall, and tan fingers are quick to heat up flesh in sturdy, wanting motions.
Bakugou isn't able to hold back his shaky gasps, grasping tightly at the sharp toothed man's back only to leave scorching marks and angry red lines. His breathing has gone erratic, yet the other man isn't that well off either. They're both too close, both too needy to end it here.
There's a nose pressing into his shoulder before a sharp pain splits through Katsuki's throat and he's crying out in bliss- his hips are grinding into each pound against his ass now. He's full, and he's about to burst. Kirishima could never not fit him perfectly, through and through- and as he releases without a single touch to his own length, he knows it's true- not that he'd ever mention that to the spiky haired idiot.
His legs are being spread wider, yet he's too far gone in a stupor of alcohol and pleasure to hold himself up- Eijiro keeps him up, keeps him standing like he always has. There's white spurting between them, nailing Kat in the face before adding colorless ropes to the sun kissed chest he's always adore. There's a stutter in his husband's movements, then there's the noticable twitching from the thick heroism snapping violently in his body.
His insides are painted white, Katsuki knows there'll be issues getting himself cleaned up now, and so he doesn't bother saying a single word about it. His jaw's aching, muscles exhausted from being plastered wide in loud screams, screams that echoed inside of their home. The party below has been forgotten, he's focused fully on the God shakily holding him up, equally effected by the sudden lack of energy and the intoxicating waves passing over them as off brands sit even longer inside their guts.
He's faded out before he knows it, and as a soft pressure is applied against his anus, he's not sure if he's being fingered or actually cleaned.
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Kirishima wakes up in a daze- and for a second he's not entirely sure why- until he realizes that what he's breathing is not air.
He's pulling his head out of the toilet in a singular jerk, coughing and choking up on the used water in a matter of seconds. There's bile in his hair- and he's sure he can smell the same decoration in his nose. He's quick to decide that he needs a shower- and shower he does.
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Kirishima is watching as Bakugou bends over, yet his eyes aren't trained on the firm ass that has been sculpted by many many years of hard training. In fact, his red irises are large with hate, disliking the sloppy marks on the white skin that was his.
Bakugou turns around, glare in his eye, and wobble in his step- he couldn't even hide that he had slept with another man! And with a quick flash of teeth that cut off the rude sentence- Bakugou was left stunned. "So who'd you fuck?" First there was a scowl, then there was laughing- and Kirishima couldn't help but feel even more angry.
That was until the number two hero answered back. "You."
His cheeks hadn't turned this red this quick in a while.
