Happy Birthday Kacchan! - Part 2

Midoriya smiled as he stumbled out the front doors, collapsing onto the front steps where Bakugou sat with his glass bottle in hand. He took another long swig when Midoriya joined him, not bothering to spare him a glance. 

“Too much, huh?” Midoriya grinned.

“Got noisy.”

“Yeah. I'm glad you stuck with it so long, they'll be super happy.”

“Shitty-hair promised they won't do it again. Thank fuck.”

“You've had fun though, right? The food was good, the alcohol is good... The company is good?”

Bakugou shrugged, taking another drink, then nodded faintly.

“It was alright. At least there were no shitty gifts.”

“Yeah, I told them you'd much rather have food and stuff than presents.”

“Thanks.”

Midoriya jolted at the word, staring wide-eyed at Bakugou's hunched frame, smiling when he saw the faint blush in his pale cheeks. He nudged him playfully, leaning in close to grin up at him.

“Kacchan~ You're being nice~” he sang.

“Shut up.”

“Make me~”

Bakugou shoved him with his shoulder, ignoring the giggles it generated, and drained the last of his beer bottle.

“More?” Midoriya offered, holding out a fresh bottle.

“Brought my own,” Bakugou countered, picking one up from near his feet. “You gonna drink with me?”

“Uh-huh! It's been a long time since we did anything for your birthday.”

“Yeah.”

“Next year can I take you out for lunch or something? No big party, no gifts, just some good food and a chat.”

“I guess so.”

“Yay~”

Together they sat in a comfortable quiet, listening to the muffled dance music from inside, the laughter and squealing of drunk people dancing and attempting to talk. Bakugou wasn't much better off, in terms of intoxication, but he'd learned a long time ago that his drunk was very different to his friends' drunk.

When Midoriya leaned in, resting his head on Bakugou's shoulder, he didn't object.

“The stars are pretty,” Midoriya mumbled, sighing contentedly. “Don't you think?”

“They're just random dots in the sky.”

“But they're pretty.”

Bakugou's hand drifted to Midoriya's cheek, thumb brushing lightly over his skin and making him tingle. 

“Lots of random dots here, too.”

“So my face looks like the sky?”

“Yeah. Dotty.”

Midoriya giggled, eyes crinkling, and Bakugou smirked at him faintly.

“You'd be kinda cute, with a hair cut and some decent clothes,” Bakugou mused, raking green hair back with his fingers. “Popular with the girls.”

“I thought people were supposed to like me for who I am,” Midoriya pouted. “Not how I look.”

“I do,” Bakugou growled. “But it'd still be nice to see you look good for once.”

Midoriya hesitated, words halting on his lips as his eyes slowly moved to see Bakugou's flushed face. He'd realised his words far too late, and with all the alcohol in his system, he hadn't even found the composure to make an excuse or run away. Instead he just stared at Midoriya's stunned face, burning crimson, his lips moving slowly with no sound coming out.

“Kiss me, Kacchan.”

“Haah?!”

“Birthday kiss!~”

“It's my birthday, you piece of shit. Why am I meant to kiss you?!”

“Because I don't know if you'd let me kiss you.”

They fell silent again, watching every little twitch of each other's face, before Bakugou's lips finally parted.

“I would.”

With a sweet little smile, Midoriya leaned in, his lips barely brushing at Bakugou's before he dissolved into giggles.

“What's so funny, you damn nerd?!”

“It's finally happening!” he grinned, sitting up off Bakugou's side. “I've waited so long.”

“Idiot.”

He dragged Midoriya into his lap, hands resting lightly on his hips, cracking a smile when he saw the little blush spreading through Midoriya's cheeks.

“Where's my birthday kiss, nerd?” he asked, leaning in until their foreheads touched. “I'm waiting.”

“I'm gonna!”

“At this rate it won't be my birthday anymore.”

“Well, we can't have that, can we?”

With an impressive amount of self-control, Midoriya managed to suppress his giggles, letting his eyes fall closed. Bakugou took a moment to appreciate the sweet little smile, the dark lashes laying on freckled cheeks, but as Midoriya tilted his head, he let his own eyes fall closed to match.

The way his chest swelled when their lips met made all the dumb birthdays worth it.

His entire body flooded with warmth, his lips tingling where they touched, and when Midoriya paused he gripped tighter at the sharp hipbones, holding him close.

“Kacchan,” he gasped, moaning quietly. “Feels good, Kacchan.”

“Shut up and fucking kiss me.”

“Open.”

He parted his lips obediently and Midoriya resumed with vigour, tongue darting in between to find his. Bakugou gasped, quickly dissolving into a long moan, and he felt soft lips curl into a smile against his.

“Come up to my room?” Bakugou requested quietly.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Let's go.”

Half their classmates were passed out in the common room when they passed through, a couple left drinking and giggling together on the sofas, with the rest long-since retreated to their bedrooms. Midoriya leaned heavily on Bakugou's shoulder as they walked, stumbling along beside him, still grinning to himself stupidly as they headed for the elevator.

“Kacchan, box.”

He glanced over to see the little plastic container full of messages, nodding faintly as he stopped to grab it, holding it up to examine as they waited in the elevator. There were a surprising number of his classmates' messages contained in it, though he suspected the vast majority of them were written by the giggly green-haired one beside him.

“I wrote lots,” Midoriya told him knowingly, leaning his head on Bakugou's shoulder again. “Like... twenty.”

“More than that, I'm guessing.”

“Nuh-uh! I wanted to do one for every year I'd known you, but then I had a few more ideas so it went up to maybe twenty.”

“Then what are the other hundred?”

“Everyone else, silly!” He held up his hand, counting clumsily on his fingers. “Kirishima wrote lots, and Kaminari, and Ashido, and Sero, and Jirou, and Uraraka, and Iida... Todoroki wrote a few too! And, um, All Might wrote about five, and Aizawa-sensei wrote a few, and...”

“Haah?” Bakugou cut him off, blushing. “You asked our teachers?”

“Yeah! They were happy to help!”

“I hate you all.”

Midoriya pouted, and Bakugou leaned in, nipping at his jutting lower lip.

“Don't pull that face at me you little shit.”

“You bit me!”

“And I'll fuckin' do it again.”

He tilted his head, biting down on Midoriya's neck, sucking hard as Midoriya gasped under his touch. He gripped at Bakugou's shirt, holding tight, and Bakugou smirked at the little whine that came from him.

“You like it when I play rough?”

The elevator dinged, the doors sliding open behind him, and Bakugou dragged Midoriya down the hall in a hurry. He set his box aside, pulling Midoriya in for another rough kiss, and together they fell on the bed in a mess of twined limbs.

“Birthday boy needs his kisses~” Midoriya sang, dragging their lips together briefly. “You taste so good, Kacchan.”

“Oh yeah?” he sneered, tangling his fingers in Midoriya's curls. “Maybe the birthday boy needs a birthday blow, then, if he tastes so damn good.”

“Mmm, okay, but I've only done it a couple of times, so be nice, okay Kacchan?”

He reached for Bakugou's fly, surprised when a strong hand landed over his, stern red eyes glaring down at him.

“A couple, huh?” he growled. “You like having other peoples' filthy cocks in your throat?”

“Only when they curse at me and call me Deku.”

“Fuck.”

He moved his hand to Midoriya's hair, holding tight, and Midoriya smiled faintly as he returned to stripping Bakugou's pants off. He hummed when Bakugou sprung free, licking a bead of precum from his tip, pleased when Bakugou moaned beneath him. 

“Am I Kacchan's first?” he asked, taking another long lick. “I'd like that.”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Am I really?” he sat up with wide eyes, shining like a puppy with a new toy. “You're not just saying that?!”

“You're not the fucking first unless you fucking do it!”

“Okay!” he grinned. “Watch me, Kacchan. Don't ever forget how it looks, okay?”

“Fucking fine. Stop teasing me.”

Midoriya giggled sweetly, but before Bakugou could complain he opened his mouth wide, sinking straight down onto Bakugou's shaft. Instead of a complaint he lost a loud moan, blushing as he clapped a hand over his mouth to stifle it. Midoriya reached up, pulling his arm away pointedly, setting it back on messy green curls.

“Fuck, Deku,” Bakugou hissed, grabbing a tight hold. “Don't fuckin' stop unless your life depends on it.”

Midoriya hummed his agreement, slowly slipping his way back up, running his tongue back and forth along the shaft. Bakugou grumbled under his breath, and Midoriya took pity, dropping down a little quicker and swallowing hard. 

“God, yes, again. Again, shitty Deku. Faster.”

Midoriya almost laughed at him, but managed to compose himself, bobbing his head a little quicker and watching Bakugou fall apart beneath him. He tapped pointedly at a muscular thigh when the red eyes sank closed, dragging the attention back to him.

God, what a pretty sight it was, for Bakugou propped against his pillows. Feeling the head bob in his hand, watching the lips stretched wide around his cock, listening to the lewd moans that came from him. Midoriya reached a hand between them, finding his own dick to grasp, stroking himself in time with his thrusts and bobs.

When Bakugou came, it was with little warning. The cum burst from him like a freight train, making Midoriya splutter a little when it shot down his throat, but he swallowed valiantly, milking the last of it from Bakugou's softening shaft. With a last quick stroke he came too, reveling in the knowledge that the pair of them orgasmed together.

“Did that feel okay, Kacchan?” he asked, crawling up to hover over him. “You okay?”

“Fuck you,” Bakugou gasped. “Okay? It was fucking great.”

Midoriya giggled, leaning in to plant a little kiss on Bakugou's cheek, and Bakugou grabbed him by the chin, turning him to meet his lips.

“Do I still taste good, shitty nerd?”

“The best,” Midoriya praised.

“Loser.”

Midoriya snuggled into his neck, humming contentedly, and Bakugou planted a little kiss on the top of his head. He squeaked his delight, getting a snort in return, and Bakugou stroked lightly down his spine.

“Do it again, okay?”

“Any time you want, Kacchan. Just let me stay here with you after.”

“Yeah, any time you want.”