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Kirishima/Bakugo – bottom!Bakugo; size queen!Bakugo; fisting; lots of descriptions of his loose hole; both are adults – Bakugo had a long day patrolling the streets and Kirishima is just generally head over heels for him and thinks he's soooo manly.

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“Bakugo… dude! You look so fucking manly like this?? Holy shit?” The glee in Kirishima’s voice is unmistakable. He’s almost bouncing on the bed, his hands balled into fists in front of his chest, eyes stuck on the sight of Bakugo face down and ass up, spreading his cheeks wide with both hands.

His hole is gently gaping already; a soft, pouty-rimmed pussy that seems to have completely given up on being tight after years of constant stretching and loving abuse by Kirishima.

Bakugo scoffs, though it sounds a bit muffled into the bedding.

“Stop being an idiot and just do something.” Despite his words, there is a certain lack of aggression. Maybe because he knows Kirishima always means exactly what he’s saying – or maybe because he just so desperately wants him to play with that hungry gape of his after a long day out on the streets.

“I mean… yeah! Yeah, yeah, dude! Absolutely! Damn you’re so hot and manly! Would you like… would you mind if I were to-” He cuts himself off by going face first into his lover’s crack, tongue out and wet. He lovingly drags it across Bakugo’s hole, hands over the other’s to help him spread himself nice and wide. Give his greedy tongue all the access that he wants.

Bakugo exhales explosively. His fingers twitch beneath Kirishima’s hands. With a low grumble he rips them out from underneath, bringing his arms forward and putting his head on them; like he wants to have a little nap.

Not that that is possible when Kirishima insists on being an idiot; tongue playing with Bakugo’s puffy, pouty rim, sending low, prickling waves of pleasure through his body. It’s all just a little taste of what he really wants. Merely an inkling of what he needs. He shifts his legs further apart in the futile hope that Kirishima will get the hint.

Of course he doesn’t. He even shifts around to get more comfortable as he plays with the loose pout of Bakugo’s rim, only occasionally pushing his tongue inside to test just how soft it really is for him.

A groan breaks out of Bakugo, his back arching downward. He violently pushes his ass back, very much trying to break Kirishima’s nose.

“Fuuuuuck! Stop licking me and get on with it!”

Kirishima laughs like he is being especially cute. He sits up, hand moving over until his thumb can brush over Bakugo’s rim, playing with the loose, pouting muscle quite like his tongue had been doing just earlier.

“You’re feeling super manly today, don’t you? That’s so hot, Bakugo. Like… you get me so pumped just looking at you! Do you think you can… like… I mean I could try-” He pauses, his thumb sliding into Bakugo without a hitch right down to his palm.

He slowly moves it in and out while Bakugo feels the muscles in his belly loosen up some, getting nice and relaxed from the feeling of finally getting stretched. A moment later, Kirishima pulls his thumb out again and instead thrusts three fingers in. That’s a bit less of a buttery smooth entry but not much. Bakugo is loose and he is ready.

“Like do you think I can put my fist inside you tonight?”

Kirishima’s boisterous voice has become an awed little whisper. His words hang heavy in the air, the sound of his fingers fucking Bakugo’s buttery loose hole loud and wet already. He pushes down with his hand, gently forcing the rim to stretch some more which it does easily.

Still, Bakugo hisses. Finally they’re getting closer to the stretch he so desperately needs. Kirishima’s words have touched something deep and tender inside him. He arches his back even further down.

Kirishima can see his glossy, red insides moving as he does so. His mouth hangs open loose and dumb, just staring at the sight. He nearly does not hear Bakugo’s muffled voice as he turns his face into his stacked arms and mumbles:

“Dude, just… fucking stick your whole arm in there or something. Shit, I… I need it tonight, alright?”

Kirishima whines in the back of his throat, heart immediately pumping fast and vicious in his chest.

“Holy shit that’s so… so fucking manly,” he stutters under his breath. “Okay… okay! I’m with you. Let’s do this!”