Bakugo slammed the door shut behind them, the cheap motel room reeking of sweat and the faint ozone from his own explosions. "Strip, shitty hair. Now."
Kirishima grinned that toothy grin, already yanking his shirt over his head. His skin hardened in patches out of habit, red and rough under the dim light. "You first, explosion boy. Bet you can't even get your pants off without blowing something up."
Bakugo shoved him against the wall, one hand fisting in that spiky red hair. "Shut the fuck up and suck my cock." He pushed Kirishima to his knees, unzipping with impatient fingers. His dick sprang out, thick and already leaking, the head flushed dark.
Kirishima didn't hesitate. He wrapped his lips around it, tongue flat and hot, sucking hard from the base up. Bakugo groaned, hips jerking forward. "Yeah, take it all, you fucking slut. Harden that throat for me." Kirishima activated his quirk just enough, making his mouth tighter, rougher. The scrape felt insane.
Bakugo fucked his face in short, brutal thrusts. Spit dripped down Kirishima's chin onto his chest. "Look at you, drooling like a damn animal. You love this shit." He pulled out, strings of saliva connecting them, then hauled Kirishima up and spun him around. Pants hit the floor. Bakugo kicked Kirishima's legs apart and spat on his hole.
Two fingers shoved in dry at first, then slicked with the lube Kirishima always carried. "Fuck, you're tight. Gonna wreck this ass." He scissored hard, curling to hit that spot that made Kirishima's knees buckle. "Say it. Say you want my cock."
"Goddamn it, Bakugo, fuck me already.
I want it raw." Kirishima's voice cracked on the last word.
Bakugo lined up and slammed in to the hilt. Kirishima's quirk flared, skin turning diamond-hard around the intrusion, making everything tighter. Bakugo hissed at the grip. "Shit, yeah. Keep it like that." He pounded in, balls slapping, the sound filthy and wet. Every thrust punched a grunt out of Kirishima.
They moved to the bed without pulling out. Bakugo flipped him onto his back, hooked those thick legs over his shoulders, and drove deeper. Kirishima's cock bounced against his stomach, hard and untouched. Bakugo grabbed it, stroking rough and fast. "Come on my dick. Do it."
Kirishima came with a shout, ropes hitting his own chest, hole clenching so hard Bakugo almost lost it. Bakugo didn't stop. He fucked through the aftershocks, sweat dripping, explosions popping small and harmless on his palms as he gripped Kirishima's hips.
"Turn over. On all fours." Kirishima obeyed, ass up. Bakugo spread him open and spat again, watching his own come-slick cock slide back in. He reached around and pinched a nipple, twisting. "Gonna fill you up. Breed this tight fucking hole."
Kirishima pushed back, meeting every thrust. "Do it, Katsuki. Give it to me."
Bakugo's rhythm faltered. He buried himself deep and came hard, pulsing inside, teeth sunk into Kirishima's shoulder. They collapsed in a heap, breathing ragged. Bakugo didn't pull out right away. He stayed there, softening, one hand stroking down Kirishima's spine.
"Round two in ten," he muttered against heated skin. Kirishima just laughed, low and satisfied, already hardening again under him.
