Saturday came around quickly and Kirishima excitedly knocked on Bakugou's door before lunch. "It's open," he heard yelled from inside.

Kirishima stepped inside and looked around. It was large and very tidy. He must get his cleanliness from his parents, he mused.

Bakugou came over to the entryway and embraced Kirishima. "Thanks for coming over."

Kirishima smiled back at him, "Thanks for inviting me." Nervousness tinged his voice.

They hadn't had the opportunity to spend much time completely alone and he was thinking back to when Katsuki stayed at his house. He smiled at the memory, it was the first time he had said I love you. The first time for other things too, he thought wryly.

Bakugou had been thinking a similar thing and he was nervously excited to be spending so much time alone together.

Kirishima jumped when he heard a meow. Oh right, Bakugou's cat that looked eerily similar to him. He chuckled as he bent down to give it a pat.

Bakugou was staring wide eyed. "She doesn't let anyone pet her, she just hisses."

Kirishima looked up at him "Oh, I guess I have a way with angry things that hiss." He winked at him.

Kirishima actually fucking winked. Bakugou snorted. "Come on I'll show you the house."

Katsuki took him to a small park nearby to have lunch. They were almost done when the first drops of rain started to fall. "Fucks sake," Bakugou said under his breath as he hurried to pack up their things.

"It's ok, it's not like you planned it," Kirishima laughed as it started to get heavier. "It's not all bad really," he said as his eyes were fixed to Katsuki's shirt that was slowly begining to turn transparent and clinging to his skin.

Bakugou just huffed out a laugh, of course Kiri would find something good about it raining on them. But he was right, soaked through shirts were a good look. They needed to get home though, before it got any worse.

They ran the couple of blocks home and by the time they reached the house they were soaked, out of breath and laughing like mad men.

Bakugou stepped into the entryway and peeled off his wet shirt. "It's probably best to leave the more wet things here instead of dripping all the way up the stairs."

Kirishima nodded his agreement, taking off his own shirt. He looked down at his pants which were forming a puddle under him, they would have to go too. He looked over to Bakugou who was struggling with his own pants. He finally got them down and was in just his underwear which was pretty much soaked through as well.

Kirishima appreciated the sight. "I think I need a shower, I'm freezing, do you mind?"

"No of course not, I'll grab you a towel. You know where it is," Bakugou replied as he gestured up the stairs.

Kirishima felt instantly better once the warm water washed over him. He heard the door open and Bakugou came in with a towel for him. Feeling a little brave, he opened the door. "Do you need one too?" He called out to Bakugou's back.

"Yeah, I'm fucking freezing my balls off, I'll have one when you're done," Bakugou replied over his shoulder, making sure to give Kirishima some privacy.

"Your shower's pretty big you know.." Kirishima trailed off.

"What exactly do you mean, Red?" Bakugou said, finally turning around. He took in the sight of Kirishima naked, water running in streams over his muscled body.

"Well you could join me if you like."

Bakugou was in the shower before Kirishima had even finished.

Bakugou kissed him slowly, lingering until Kirishima let out a sigh. It seemed to snap something inside Bakugou and he pushed him into the wall, his body flush against his. He kissed him with renewed purpose and when his tongue came out to brush along Kirishima's lip he opened automatically, allowing him inside.

Kirishima's hands grew bold and he reached down to rub the quickly hardening length of Bakugou, caught between their bodies.

Bakugou reciprocated but Kirishima jumped back letting out a yelp.

"As much as I want that, your hands are freezing!" He grabbed Bakugou's hands and put them under the water. "Get warm, then we can play."

His eyes fell down to Bakugou's dick, he'd never seen one that wasn't his own and he was curious. He rubbed Katsuki's hands trying to warm them quicker.

Bakugou felt the warmth return to his fingers and he reached out a hand and wrapped it back around Eijirou. "Better?" He asked as he started to stroke.

Kirishima groaned in response as he pulled him back into a slow kiss and reached out his own hand.

It didn't take Bakugou long for his knees to go weak. His breath coming in short gasps. He squeezed his eyes shut as he moaned Eijirou's name and felt his orgasm roll through him.

Once Kirishima took his hand away, all of Bakugou's focus turned to giving him the same.

He stroked Kirishima right to the edge and backed off a little just at the last minute. Kirishima gasped, his hands coming up to grab Katsuki's shoulders. He moaned, a pleading look on his face so Bakugou picked up his pace again. This time he sent him over the edge as Kirishima tensed and gripped him tighter.

"That was, amazing," Kirishima gasped out.

"I know," Bakugou replied, holding him under the spray of the shower. "We should do it more often."

Kirishima chuckled as he got out of the shower. "I'm not going to argue with you."

The past week their sparring has almost always eventually dissolved into play fighting which was what had happened this evening.

They had cleared an area in the living room because Bakugou had asked if he wanted to wrestle after watching a movie for most of the afternoon. Of course Kirishima wanted to.

Bakugou had tackled Kirishima to the ground but Kiri managed to wrestle his way back on top. He was pretty sure Bakugou had let him. He reached up and pinned Katsuki's arms to the floor over his head.

The length of his body was pressed to Bakugou's, knees and feet hitting the floor on either side of him.

Bakugou looked up at him, his eyes smouldering. He looked so good from this angle. Honestly, he looked good from all angles but there was just something about they way he looked down at him that Bakugou really liked.

He cocked an eyebrow in challenge. Kirishima seemed to have lost his nerve so he ground his hips up into him gently. "I can still be in control if I'm under you. Don't forget that" Bakugou said playfully.

Oh god, they were definitely not talking about sparring anymore, Kirishima thought. He swallowed as he looked down at Katsuki.

He had a cocky grin but it didn't match the heat still in his eyes.

"Would you-" he swallowed again, "do you really want to be under me?" Kirishima managed in a strangled voice.

A slow smile replaced his cocky grin. "You'll have to wait and see." Bakugou said as he rolled them over so he was on top.

Kirishima narrowed his eyes at him. They probably really should have this conversation before they tried anything.

He was about to speak when Bakugou cut him off by leaning down and whispering in his ear. "Yes Eijirou, I want you to fuck me." He tugged his ear lobe between his teeth and scraped his teeth over it. "But I also want to fuck you."

Kirishima let out a barely contained moan. Yes, he wanted that too. He thread his fingers through Bakugou's hair and pulled him into a hard kiss.

Bakugou pulled back a little, he needed to not rush things. "I know we're not there yet and that's ok."

Kirishima nodded, "Katsuki, there is something I want to try though." Embarrassment coloured his cheeks and he ducked his head into Bakugou's chest, not knowing how to ask.

Bakugou reached one hand under his chin and tilted his head up so he was looking at him. "What is it?"

Kirishima chewed on his lip then slowly ran his tongue out over them. He couldn't say the words out loud.

Bakugou could barely control his voice when he understood what Kiri was asking for. "Do you want me to or do you want to try it?" he replied, voice thick.

Kirishima looked away a little, "Both?"

Katsuki growled and slid his hands under Kirishima's shirt lifting it up.

Kirishima's stomach used this moment to remind him that he hadn't eaten in a while and rumbled.

Bakugou huffed out a laugh and rested his forehead on Kirishima's chest, the mood entirely ruined.

"Come on, better feed you first." Bakugou laughed as he reached out a hand to help him up.