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Kirishima groaned and rolled over for the thousandth time. He was so bored.
He couldn’t fall asleep no matter how long he lay in the dark, and dreaming up ridiculous movie plots while he waited could only keep him entertained for so long.
“Ugh!” Burying his head under his pillow Kirishima squeezed his eyes shut and tried to count to 100.
He only made it to 15 before snatching up his phone.
To: KING OF EXPLODOKILLS
Broooo
I’m bored
Whatcha doin
brosef?
bakubro?
Bakulicious?
Dude for real I can’t sleep.
Message me
BRO
DON’T IGNORE ME
I KNOW YOU’RE UP
YOU NEVER SLEEP BEFORE 2
THIS IS SO UNMANLY OF YOU
BAKUGOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
WHAT
Bro!
this better be fuckn important shit for brains
Kirishima grinned at his phone. Bakugou’s signature lack of punctuation was entertaining as ever.
Yea it’s super important
I’m bored
are you fucking kidding me
What?
i was interrupted for this
im gonna fucking murder you
Interrupted? What were you doing?
jerking off dipshit
Kirishima choked on his surprised laughter.
BAKUGOU
A DICK JOKE
I’m so proud
are you an idiot
What?
Why are you so mean to me bro Y-Y
in what fucking universe would i joke about that
lol
Quickly typing a response Kirishima didn’t think twice about using one of Kaminari’s favourite phrases. Switching between the character menus he ignored the bubble that indicated Bakugou was typing; it was guaranteed to be a just string of swear words. Bakugou’s text popped up a moment before Kirishima’s, but he didn’t bother to read it before clicking send.
That was his first mistake.
do you need fuckn proof scully
Pics or it didn’t happen~~ ;3c
Kirishima’s entire body flushed as he stared at the screen. Sitting up and flicking on the lamp he swallowed, breath coming a little too fast as he fought off his embarrassment and rushed to type a response. JOKING SHIY sDORRY was all he got out, stumbling over the spelling when a brief jesus fucking christ popped up in the window but before he could hit send there it was.
<image received>
It wasn’t explicit or anything. Just a shot of Bakugou’s hand disappearing into his sweatpants, a few inches of his abs visible in the frame as well, the soft golden light of his bedside lamp casting dramatic shadows in the divots of his hip bones.
Kirishima dropped his phone.
If his face has been warm before it was on fire now, which didn’t really seem possible with the way all his blood was running south. Drawing up his knees Kirishima pressed his face into them hard, trying to get his heart to stop attempting to escape from his chest.
After a long minute Kirishima scooped his phone off the floor and tried to conjure a response from the melted puddle that used to be his brain.
DUDE
DUDE
DUDBJKNOIJBFHB
what
YOU CAN’T JUST SEND ME SUCH A SEXY PICTURE
you cant even see anything dumbass
BRO
YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME EXPLODE
i fucking will if you don’t let me finish fuckstick
AH!!!!!!!
BRO!!!!!!!
DON’T PUT IMAGES IN MY HEAD
THIS IS LITERALLY THE OPPOSITE OF HELPING ME FALL ASLEEP
IT’S NOT MANLY TO GIVE YOUR FRIENDS A BONER AT 1AM
good thing i didn’t then
U WANNA BET
would you fuck off
stop fucking around and go to sleep
Bro I wish I was fucking with you.
whatever shitty hair ‘pics or it didn’t happen uwu’ shitdick
Kirishima gaped at his screen. He couldn’t believe this. First Bakugou sends him a picture like that and then? Asks for one of Kirishima?
That’s not really what happened though, he reminded himself. Bakugou didn’t think he’d really gotten hard. Which was a good thing, of course. Kirishima may be desperately attracted to his best friend but HE didn’t need to know that!
Breath hitching Kirishima couldn’t help scrolling back up for another look at the picture Bakugou had sent. The elastic of his briefs was poking over the hem of his sweatpants and above the clearly visible line of his fist Kirishima could just make out the head of his cock pressing against the fabric.
Without meaning to Kirishima let out a high sound, sinking his teeth into his lip. Maybe… it would be worth it?
Swallowing roughly Kirishima rolled the idea around in his head. If Bakugou wasn’t into it he could just pass it off as a joke. After all, it had been him that had asked for it, mockingly though it was. He already knew Kirishima was gay, so he could just say his reaction to the picture had nothing to do with the subject.
And if things went well… If there was even a 1% chance of getting more pictures like that...
Sucking in a sharp breath Kirishima swiped over to the camera app, angling it down capture his lap. It took a few tries but all too soon he was looking at a picture of himself, sitting cross legged in his tangled sheets with his dick tenting his boxers, a dark spot of wetness already forming at the tip. His face wasn’t in the picture but his bare chest and stomach were, as well as the peace sign he’d thrown up last minute.
Trying for casual even as his fingers shook Kirishima hit send.
<image sent>
Told you bro
I’m supposed to be going to sleep!
you can still go to sleep idiot
Not like this!
Kirishima took a deep breath.
I’m gonna have to jerk off
Like you
The was a long long pause, and then Bakugou’s typing bubble popped up. Kirishima was too nervous to watch, but closing his eyes just brought his attention back to his hard cock.
<image received>
like this
Kirishima let out an audible gasp, dick twitching in his shorts as his eyes dragged over the image.
Bakugou was lying in his bed, tight black tank pulled up enough to expose his taut stomach, one hand wrapped around his cock.
It was half out of his pants now, but Bakugou’s big hand covered almost all of it, only the tiniest hint of the head visible behind his thumb.
But honestly the hottest thing about the picture was Bakugou’s smirk.
It was the same cocky expression he got whenever he’d thoroughly bestest Kirishima in sparring, and it had never failed to go straight to his cock. He was looking directly into the camera, meeting Kirishima’s eyes through the glass.
This was happening.
Whimpering at the slide of fabric over his sensitive flesh Kirishima drew himself fully out of his boxers and squeezed, shuddering at the sensation. Quickly opening his camera Kirishima took a shot of himself palming his own dick, not even aware of the lewd expression he was making until he saw it on the screen, eyebrows scrunched up and sharp teeth sunk into his lip.
fuck bakugou youre so hot
<image sent>
God i don’t knwo how long i cn last
god your teeth
<image received>
Bakugou with his mouth hanging open on a pant, eyelids heavy and dick clearly visible and leaking onto his stomach. His abs were completely flexed now, he was obviously straining against his hand wrapped so tight around the base.
Shoving his hand over his mouth so as not to wake the whole floor Kirishima stroked himself hard, so turned on he was almost overwhelmed.
Without thinking Kirishima sent one of just his face, panting around two fingers with his teeth on full display and a string of drool hanging down.
<image sent>
There was no response but Kirishima was too far gone to be self-conscious. He swiped his thumb over the head of his leaking cock, teeth digging into his fingers hard enough to bruise as he whimpered around them.
This was the best day of his life.
fuck you shitty hair look what you made me do
<image received>
The picture was of Bakugou, mouth still open and almost as pink as his cock, come painting his stomach and dripping off his fingers where his arm was thrown over his eyes.
Kirishima keened as he came.
Shuddering through his orgasm he barely managed to keep his eyes open but he refused to look away from the image of Bakugou, spent and satisfied sprawled across the sheets. Collapsing back against the pillows as the rode out the aftershocks Kirishima struggled to regain enough motor control for one last picture.
In the mirror of the camera app he realised he’s somehow gotten come in his hair where it hung to his shoulder, the same rope warm against his collarbone and another hanging from the tip of his cock down to stain his boxers.
His lips were swollen and red from his teeth and hand and his eyes were still kind of glassy from his orgasm, but he managed a smile, though it come across softer than he’d intended.
<image sent>
We’re even :)
There was no response but Kirishima felt too warm and sleepy to care. Setting his phone aside he somehow found the energy to clean himself up before snuggling back under the blankets. Cracking a sleepy eye at the sound of an incoming text he woke up his phone one last time.
night
Goodnight <3
… <3