Kirishima sent Bakugou a text in the afternoon telling him to come over when he was ready. Bakugou nervously waited on Kirishima's doorstep an hour later, his bag slung over his shoulder. He had rung the doorbell and was waiting for an answer when he heard footsteps approaching.

Kirishima swung the door open with a wide grin on his face. "Hey," he said as he looked him over, Katsuki was wearing the jacket he had told him to buy yesterday and he looked so good in it.

"Quit looking at me like that, I have to meet your mother," Bakugou grumbled as he came inside.

"Hey Ma? Katsuki's here," he called out.

His mom came over to greet her son's boyfriend saying, "It's lovely to finally meet you. Eijirou's told me so much about you."

Bakugou looked at Kirishima out the side of his eye.

"Ugh mom! I have not. You're embarrassing me."

His mother just chuckled. "I've made up the spare bed for you Katsuki. I hope you feel welcome here any time."

"Thanks, mom, I'm, uh, gonna go show him the house," Kirishima said, grabbing Bakugou's arm and leading him away.

"You boys have a good time," she called after them.

Kirishima was laying cuddled on Katsuki's chest. He'd never felt this close to anyone before. They had spent the afternoon playing videogames and then decided to watch a movie. It was something about street racing but he hadn't really been able to concentrate on it.

Bakugou turned to him, a soft smile on his face "This is nice. I feel," he trailed off. "I feel so good when I'm with you, Kiri. You make me feel good."

Kirishima felt his heart swell "I l.." he swallowed the words down, alarm ringing in his ears. It was too early to say something like that. Wasn't it? "I like this too," he finished instead. But he realised in that moment that he did love Katsuki. He loved everything about him.

They were opposites but they were so very similar. They were dominant and loud and always pushing to be better. But where Kirishima was sturdy, dependable and reliable, Bakugou was explosive, quick to react and had the potential to shatter so easily. One was the solid cliff that could withstand the raging tide of the sea, both shaping the other without trying.

Bakugou held him tighter, reading the emotion in his eyes.

Kirishima's mother called them down for dinner where they ate quickly, discussing how school was going. Bakugou was civil, polite even. He offered to help do the dishes which made Kirishima's mother beam muttering, "He could teach you a thing or two Eijirou."

The three of them finished tidying up when Kirishima's mom got a call. She got off the phone and turned to Kirishima, "That was the office dear, they need me to come in. I'll only be gone a short time. I'll be back before you know it. Is that ok?"

"Yeah of course, go do what you have to," Kirishima replied.

She came over to kiss her son on the cheek "You boys be good. Have a nice time," she said as she grabbed her things and left.

"Your mom's really nice," Bakugou said, suddenly a little nervous. This was the first time they had been truly alone since they had been dating.

Kirishima's thoughts must have mirrored his own. "Yeah she's pretty great. Convenient timing for her to have to leave," he replied coming over the where Bakugou was standing.

Bakugou smirked and reached out to grab his waist, hooking his fingers through his belt loops and pulled him closer.

Bakugou's lips met his with a tenderness that didn't match they way he had just pulled him over. Kirishima kissed him back softly until his urgency got the better of him and he backed Bakugou over to the wall.

He sucked Katsuki's bottom lip into his own and bit down softly. Bakugou moaned and Kirishima pulled back. "Oh so you do like it when I bite things other than my own lip," he teased huskily.

Bakugou couldn't get enough of that voice, it sent heat straight to his stomach. He pushed him back growling, "Your room. Now."

They stumbled down the hall still kissing, hands exploring frantically. Finally inside, Bakugou pushed him up against his bedroom door. His hands under his shirt and almost tore it off in his rush to feel his skin. Kirishima tugged Bakugou's own shirt over his head and pressed his lips back to him. He would never get tired of the feeling of his bare chest against his.

Kirishima had one hand threaded through Bakugou's hair controlling the kiss while the other ran up and down his side, squeezing and caressing. Bakugou's hands had slid around to his ass. He kneaded and squeezed as he used his tongue to massage Kirishima's.

Bakugou used the position of his hands to lift Kiri up and wrap his legs around his waist without breaking their kiss. He turned and walked them to the bed, gently laying him down and crawled on top of him.

Kirishima looked up at him, lust glazing his eyes and unconsciously bit at his lip. 

Bakugou groaned and reached out to run his thumb over Kirishima's bottom lip as he released it from between his teeth.  Kirishima took Bakugou's thumb into his mouth sucking hard and scraped his sharp teeth along it. "You're such a fucking tease," Bakugou gritted out. 

Kirishima released his thumb. "Is that a challenge?" he replied, voice thick before he pulled Bakugou down with renewed urgency, kissing him hard and deep. He felt his groan rumble through his body.

Bakugou ground down with his hips, eliciting a deeper moan from Kirishima. He rolled them so that they were face to face on their sides and continued the kiss.

Kirishima reached out a tentative hand and ran his fingertip beneath the waistband of Bakugou's jeans. The blonde exhaled shakily and dug his fingers into Kirishima's waist tracing his V to where it disappeared into his jeans.

He was rewarded with a moan as Kiri bucked  his hips. Kirishima's hand was still running back and forth across Bakugou's lower abs, two fingers now inside his waistband. He undid the button on Kirishima's jeans and unzipped them, reaching inside to feel the hard ridge of his dick through his underwear. "Is this ok?" He murmured.

Kirishima nodded tensing his muscles at the contact. He used his own hand to reach out and undo Katsuki's pants.

"Fuckin jeans," Bakugou muttered, removing his hand and kicking his shoes off. He slid his jeans down, throwing them onto the end of the bed. He laid back down next to his boyfriend and realised Kirishima had done the same. He flipped the blanket back and shuffled underneath, covering them both with it.

He reached back out to Kirishima's dick and started slowly rubbing through the material. "This was ok wasn't it?" he asked just in case.

Kirishima nodded again and replied, "Is this?" slipping his hand fully inside Bakugou's briefs. Bakugou inhaled sharply as Kiri's hand wrapped around his shaft. Bakugou nodded once, letting out a low moan against Kirishima's ear.

Kirishima started stroking agonizingly slowly from base to tip and back again. Bakugou moaned again and reached his hand inside Kirishima's underwear to grasp his dick properly. He started pumping slowly. Kirishima's eyes closed as he moaned long and low.

Their lips came together in a clash of teeth and tongues. Bakugou teased him by dipping his tongue in and out of Kiri's mouth. Kirishima continued to moan and did it back, rewarded with a heavy groan from Katsuki.

Bakugou moaned into his ear, "That feels so fucking good. Don't stop."

Kirishima increased his pace, stroking faster  now. Bakugou thrust his hips against Kirishima's hand as he picked up his own pace, rubbing quicker. Kirishima made a noise low in his throat and managed to gasp, "Katsuki, I'm not going to last." Bakugou grasped him firmly and stroked quicker. He could feel his own dick starting to pulse. 

Kirishima pushed his head back into the pillow, back arching as he came.  The sight of Kirishima's face twisted in ecstasy was Bakugou's undoing  and Kirishima stroked him long and steadily as he came.

Both boys were  breathing hard as they recovered. "Wow," managed Kirishima. "Yeah," replied Bakugou.

After their breathing had returned to normal they climbed out of bed and quickly washed up in the bathroom, a content silence falling over them.

They both got back into Kirishima's bed and held each other, enjoying the after glow of what they had just shared.

Bakugou propped himself up on an elbow and leaned down to give Kirishima a tender kiss. "I love you, Eijirou," he said quietly, trying to put as much emotion as he could into those three words.

Kirishima's breathing hitched and his eyes became damp. "I love you too."