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HC INFO: MiriTamaJire(They live together, dorms be damned), Kirishima recently broke up with Bakugou. Kirishima's parents kicked him on for being le homosexual. Tamaki's parents were highkey abusive and neglectful and that's why he's so insecure. KINKS/FETISHES: Praise kink, hook-up, intentional bad sex decision
Tamaki sat on the curb outside the building he and his partners lived in, crying softly. They had all gotten to a fight and he walked out. He didn't really have anywhere better to be, but he couldn't stay there anymore. He stared at his contacts. He didn't really have many friends, there was Haya, but she was Nejire's friend at was probably who Nejire had been on the phone with when he left. He stared blankly on the screen till his eyes fell on one name. Red Riot(Kirishima) was near the bottom. A rock emoji on either end. Kirishima and he had become pretty close friends after the Yakuza mission. They saw each other at work nearly every day, and found hanging out after was quite fun. They had a fair bit in common, aside from the obvious. They'd both grown up with fathers that hit, and mothers that were just a bit to cold. Kirishima's parents had told him not to bother coming home after they found out about his now ex-boyfriend, Bakugou. Tamaki hadn't talked to his parents since his eighteenth birthday, hed saved up enough money to move out, and not talked to them since. Point is, they had sort of bonded. Kirishima had told him he'd like to hang out more, though he probably didn't mean at midnight while Tamaki was barely more than an emotional puddle. Then again, he was the first person he'd called when Bakugou left him. Maybe that was why Tamaki called him.
Kirishima was playing a video game when the call came through, he'd almost thought to ignore it till he saw the name. Cool guy from work(Amajiki) glowed from the phone. He scrambled to grab the phone, a bit worried as to what would prompt a phone call this late at night. Concerned for a moment it might be a work emergency, till he recalled that would probably warrant a call from Fatgum.
"Hey..." Amajiki's voice echoed from the phone, quiet and shaky.
"Hey, what's up man?" He asked, noticing the quiet sobs coming through the other line.
"Nothing...or I guess not really." He paused, another soft sob. "Mirio and Nejire got in an argument, I tried to stop it and somehow they both ended up mad at me" Came through in a shaky almost whisper. Kirishima understood now, Amajiki called him because the people he was closest to were the problem. "Do you wanna hang out or something? Sorry I know its late don't feel any pressure or anything you know what I'm sorry I even asked-"
"Of course man." Kirishima cheerfully agreed before the older man could back down.
"Sorry I know I'm probably being weird, I just want a reason not to be home right now, I guess?" Amajiki said, still sobbing.
"No need to justify it, I'll be there in ten-" He was cut off
"I can drive-"
"I can hear you crying through the phone, no you can't." Kirishima asserted, and quickly grabbed his keys.
Tamaki recognized Kirishima's car from the fifty-two(he had once counted) crimson riot bumper stickers. He tried to pull himself together a little, wiping away the mess of tears and ruined eyeliner from his face, and straightening out his clothes. He realized his rushed choice of clothing(a cropped hoodie and low waisted sweatpants) had left more skin exposed then he was exactly comfortable with but it was certainly too late to fix that now. He stepped into the car and immediately felt a sense of relief as the warm air hit his chilled face. His eyes met a jagged, sharp tooth grin, and he returned it.
"You wanna talk about it?" Kirishima asked, putting a reassuring hand on Tamaki's.
"I'd rather just like not think about them right now, if that's all right?" He responded, and Kirishima understood. It was only now he took in what Amajiki was wearing, and his heart skipped a beat. He had harbored a little crush on his friend for the past while, but after a couple shitty pickup lines got laughed off(Either out of oblivion or a kind rejection, he wasn't sure) he had accepted it was simply something he'd have to get over. If he was being honest, it was the biggest issue with his previous relationship, but he didn't like to think about that, and certainly would never tell his dark haired friend. Mostly he had been able to ignore these sparks but he couldn't help but bask in how beautiful Amajiki looked. Tear stains traced a face that glowed in the moonlight, and that same light flickered down every single exposed ab straight down to the beginnings of a v, pointing to even more beautiful things underneath. He shook his head at the thought, he knew he was just friend. Even if he wanted more. After a brief discussion he began heading towards the park they always passed through on patrol.
"I hope I didn't interrupt anything..." Tamaki said, he forgot to listen to the response. The fuzz of a complete emotional crash and a panic attack on the curb hazing over his dark eyes. Taking in the warm air of the vent, and the cool still lingering. He began to loose focus and started to shake, feeling overwhelmed till a warm hand on his shoulder a kind voice grounded him.
"You okay man?" Kirishima asked, one hand still on the steering wheel. Amajki hummed something about focusing on the road, and he gestured out the window. They were already in the familiar parking lot. Amajiki jumped when he realized and began to get out but a hand held him still. "You sure you okay?" Kirishima asked, voice anguished with worry. Tamaki nodded and got out. Kirishima hurried to follow him.
They stood on a small bridge over a creek when Kirishima said it.
"You look really nice tonight, Amajiki." He immediately regretted it once he said it, fear tearing at his gut. Amajiki just smiled and looked somewhere distant.
"Im to old for you, you know." He sighed, and leaned further over the rail. Staring into the clear water, and the koi fish swimming in it. Kirishima drew a shaky breathe, but he'd expected that answer. He joined him a hand placed on the edge of the cropped hoodie, almost grazing bare, muscular back.
"It's only two years" He whispered, but knew it was pointless. Amajiki muttered about it being an important two years, but Kirishima had already abandoned the topic for now.
"So do you think you're staying with...them?" Kirishima said, trying to change the topic.
"Honestly? I don't know anymore." He said, staring intently over the bridge.
"Whatcha watching?" Kirishima asked curiously. Trying to follow the older mans eyes with no success.
Tamaki wasn't really sure what it was, so he just pointed at the strange dark shape in the water. Kirishima joined him staring. Suddenly he ran off the bridge and down to the water before Tamaki had a chance to ask what he was doing. Kirishima dived into the waist deep water and emerged with...a large, dark, whiskey bottle. Someone had just littered.
"Questions, answered!" Kirishima said cheerfully holding up the 'prize' and returned, throwing away the bottle. Tamaki admired how quickly he went to investigate, the recklessness was probably unwise, but yet somehow...cool?
They were sitting in between some trees and bushes when Tamaki broke. Kirishima had coaxed him into talking about the fight, and now his dark haired friend sat uneasily, shaky sobs described the honestly objectionable things his boyfriend(who Kirishima now knew was the source of the fight) had said. Apparently, Mirio had gotten mad at Nejire because of some male friend he was jealous of, and when Amajiki had tried to intervene, they had both turned on him. Thus how he ended up deciding to just leave and let everyone cool off.
"Im just..Im just not even sure I wanna go back." He said, face now buried in his legs. They sat like this for a while, Kirishima rubbing reassuring circles into his back, while Amajiki cried softly into his own legs. Kirishima couldn't help but feel a bit of anger, mixed with jealousy of course, at Amajiki's partners.
His thoughts were cut off by droplets of rain begging to scatter, then pour. They both got up to head back to the car, slowly beginning to race there as they got soaked. They got in the car both laughing, worries long forgotten. He stared at the beautiful, soaking man, and did something he would most certainly regret.
When the rough lips hit Tamaki's, he was mostly surprised, and for one weak, evil little moment he gave in, and felt sparks collide through them. Coming to his senses he pulled away.
"Kirishima. I...This isn't okay. I'm basically an adult and anyway there's a bit of a power dynamic because of work and I just can't-" He words were cut short by a hand shushing him.
"Amajiki, you always do everything right. You do the smart good thing all the time, make mistake for once. Fuck up and do something bad, with me..please?" He said, eyes pleading desperately. Tamaki wanted to resist, and be a good person, but god that kiss was hot. Kirishima's tank top was soaking wet and traced his chest so beautifully, and Jesus he was looking at him like he was a god and he couldn't lie it made him and all his insecurities feel really...really...good. Maybe that was what caused him to grab the younger mans face and continue the kiss, wet and passionate and needy. Maybe he was just a creep. He had certainly gone too far to back out now.
They were back at Kirishima's dorm in a blur. It all seemed a little hazy to Tamaki, after the night he had. Kirishima shoved the dark haired man back on the bed so hard he momentarily worried he'd hurt him. Tamaki's legs cradled around his waste, as Kirishima covered his neck in hickeys and bites. They had both long forgotten the consequences of their actions. Lips and sharp teeth traced pale, shaky skin. Tamaki's hands wrapped around and pulled on Kirishima's damp hair. Kirishima grinded their lower halves together, earning him a series of breathy moans, and the other man attempting to hide his face in the pillows. Kirishima pulled his face back up roughly and shoved a tongue in his mouth with all the gentleness of a hurricane. Rubbing their bodies together needly, desperate for any friction. Hands ran up Tamaki's shirt, and the kiss broke momentarily to remove it, Kirishima's soon following.
"This is a bad idea you know" Tamaki said while hands traced over every inch of his bare chest. Playing with his nipples, kissing at his collar bone.
"Do you wanna stop?" Kirishima said and smirked.
"Fuck. no~AhHh~" Tamaki said cut off by the lovely feeling of a hand grabbing at his clothed length.
Kirishima began kissing and licking down Tamaki's chest, then his abs, then down...down..down..
Eager hands slid into his waste band, pulling down his sweatpants with ease. Kirishima traced around with his lips teasingly on Tamaki's thin underwear. A hand sliding back and grabbing his ass possessively. Tamaki audibly yelped and immediately hid his face.
"Stop hiding your face Amajiki, you're so beautiful." He whispers, now teasing at his waistband with his teeth.
"Call me Tamaki~~" He moaned, pleading for more with his eyes. Kirishima looked up at him teasingly.
"Tell me what you want Tamaki?" A mischievous grin now stretched across his face.
"You...ahah...please?" He breathed, pulling at Kirishima's hair desperately.
"Good boy." Kirishima uttered a slid down Tamaki's boxers. Tamaki audibly whined at the praise, eager for more. Kirishima grabbed his length in his hands and licked him all the way up, and all the way down. Tamaki's back arched at the feeling of a long tongue circling his head, breathy moans turning into audibly whines and moaning cries as Kirishima took him in his mouth. He bucked his hips involuntarily as the younger man went all the way down him, then back up. Kirishima sucked him off eagerly, enjoying the beautiful noises he was causing.
"Kiri~shAhHahmaa if you keep this up I'm gonna cum" Tamaki said head writhing back in pleasure. Kirishima just continued faster, giving him a look the boarded on predatory. Tamaki covered his mouth to avoid screaming when his came down the others man throat. Collapsing on not the bed. Kirishima climbed on top of him and smirked.
"Do you think you're done?" He asked, teasingly. Tamaki was a beautiful mess at this point. His beautiful mess, and Kirishima was going to take full advantage of this. He began kissing Tamaki while he pulled off the rest of his own clothes and grabbed the lube of the nightstand, pouring some on his fingers, sliding one in the man below him with no real warning. Tamaki yelped at the sudden sting, then bit back a loud moan when Kirishima found his prostate all too quickly. Smirking down at him while he manipulated his thin body with that one little index finger. Kirishima licked and kissed at Tamaki's elf like ears for a time while he continued, eventually inserting another finger.
"Hurry up" He whined. "I want you to fuck me~" Tamaki begged pulling on the younger man's hair.
"You want it so bad?" Kirishima smirked and began scissoring him. "Fucking beg for it." He said and bit at his neck. And beg he did. Pleas to be fucked, to be touched, to do anything at all filled the room. Tamaki's voice loud and whining, begging him to rearrange his organs, was what broke any resolve Kirishima had left. He quickly lubed his dick and slid in, slow, agonizingly slow in Tamaki's opinion. Kirishima lifted thin legs over his shoulders with ease, creating a lovely angle. He went in all the way and waited for permission to move. Permission came in the form of Tamaki kissing him and whispering more pleas to be fucked.
Kirishima pulled out and slid all the way back in, slowly at first. This earned him a very loud moan.
"You're such a good boy Tamaki. You feel so good." He moaned breathily as he picked up his pace. Tamaki a very...very noisy mess underneath him. Kirishima could very much tell Tamaki was enjoying the praise, so he continued. Such a good boy, so good for me. Echoed through the room, nearly drown out by moaning and a quickly creaking mattress.
"Ah~ Kirishsh~im~aaahaa I'm gonna cumm~" The dark eyed man moaned, Kirishima responded by grabbing his dick and jacking him off till hot, white liquid covered them both. Tamaki rode out his second orgasim shaking and moaning underneath him. This might be the most amazing sight Kirishima had seen, which is probably why he finished deep inside him not long after.
Kirishima collapsed on top of Tamaki at first, then slowly pulled out and moved to lie down next to him. He gasped a little at the sight of the man he'd so longed for, now covered in marks he made, full of him and leaking. Flushed, fucked, red and beautiful. All because of him. He almost wished he could take a picture.
"Told you you'd like it if you gave me a shot." Kirishima gloated, half joking. "You did like it...right?" He questioned. Tamaki hummed and nodded, to overwhelmed to form coherent sentences. When he finally regained the ability to think he only stuttered out 'that was amazing' before resting his head on the younger man's chest. Kirishima felt his chest drip wet slightly with tears and reassuringly ran fingers through Tamaki's hair. Praying it was just him being overwhelmed, and not regret.