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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Kaminari_Denki/Kirishima_Eijirou
  Character:
      Kaminari_Denki, Kirishima_Eijirou
  Additional Tags:
      Laughter_During_Sex, Blow_Jobs, First_Time, Awkward_First_Times, Oral
      Fixation, Hand_Jobs, kiribaku_mention, Kirishima_Eijirou_is_a_Dork,
      Kaminari_Denki_is_a_Dork, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Sleepy
      Cuddles, Platonic_Sex, Kink_Meme
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-09 Words: 2530
****** Blow Your Mind (Mwah) ******
by MissPlacemat
Summary
     For the kink meme prompt: Kamikiri, giggly sex
     Just some thoroughly platonic and very, very goofy sex between two
     bros.
Notes
     I saw this prompt on the Kink Meme and, as I said there, it was so
     far up my alley it came out the other side and slapped me on the ass.
     So here it is, 2,500-some words of thoroughly self-indulgent smut. (I
     also got into a little bit of oral fixation kink because, well. As
     long as I was being self-indulgent lmao)
      
     See_the_full_thread_here!
See the end of the work for more notes
“So,” Denki said, pulling away, suddenly very serious. “I’ve never done
anything like this before.”
“It’s okay,” Eijirou replied, matching his tone - hell, how was this guy so
earnest  all the time  - “I haven’t either. If you want to stop or slow down at
any point -”
“- I will zap Morse Code into your thigh with a low-grade electric shock.”
Eijirou snorted, clearly not expecting that statement. “No, I -” he was
snickering again now, tears beading at the corners of his eyes, and he could
barely speak through his renewed laughter - “D-do you even  know  Morse Code?”
“Mayhaps,” Denki said, his eyes glittering with mischief. Eijirou giggled even
harder as Denki continued, “Remind me, is the SOS alert short-long-short or
long-short-long?”
“It’s - It’s -  god,  Denki,” Eijirou stammered back, his chortling cut short
when Denki finally lapped his tongue up the side of his dick.
He pulled back one more time to say, “Oh, I forgot, it doesn’t actually matter,
because all I see in front of me is  long-long-long. ”
“O-oh my god, Denki,” Eijirou snickered, his hands coming up to cover his face
as a blush spread over his cheeks. “It’s not that long, shut up.” And then
Denki took the tip into his mouth, and Eijirou stifled a moan.
Denki slowly pushed Eijirou’s length past his lips, painfully aware the entire
time that this was his first time doing this and also that he was still feeling
giggly and  really  hoping it wouldn’t slip him up. He swiped his tongue under
Eijirou’s cock, feeling the smooth texture of his foreskin sliding over a hot,
hard heat underneath. There was a salty tang on the back of Denki’s tongue now,
and as he slid back up, he realized it was Eijirou’s precum, and somehow that
really did something for him because his speeding heart was pumping even
faster, now, and the heat coiling in his pants redoubled.
Denki hissed a breath out through his nose, tonguing at the base of Eijirou’s
head before dragging his tongue up, over Eijirou’s slit, and chancing a look
into his friend’s eyes.
The redhead was biting his lip again, some lingering essence of his signature
grin still pulling at the edges of his mouth, and when Denki met his gaze, he
reached down and gently petted his hair. Denki took this as encouragement and
slid his mouth downward once more, eyes darting back to see what he was doing.
“Denki,” Eijirou breathed, tugging on his hair just a little bit, and Denki
glanced back up, letting out a “hm” that made Eijirou’s dick twitch.
Interesting.
Eijirou had that damned shit-eating grin on again.
“You look so good on my dingly dongle,” Eijirou whispered, his chest visibly
seizing as he forced himself not to laugh.
Denki snorted through his nose, pulling himself off of Eijirou’s dick,
eliciting an “ow” from the boy as he accidentally scraped his teeth against it
in his haste, the reaction somehow making it all that much funnier to him as he
buried his face in Eijirou’s thigh, muffling his peals of laughter as a
courtesy to the neighbors. Eijirou’s leg jolted then as he made a little
involuntary noise, and when Denki glanced at him, still snickering as he
pressed his lips to the spot, he made that little noise again, barely concealed
by his own giggling.
“Was that -” Denki choked out, then wiped a mirthful tear from his eye and
started again, “Was that a good noise, or - ?”
“G-good noise,” Eijirou replied, and Denki kissed the spot again, watching even
more red flood Eijirou’s cheeks. “I think I like it when you do that.”
“Yeah?” Denki said teasingly before laving his tongue over the spot - resulting
in a hardened foot coming down on his back.  Hard.
“Oh my god!” Eijirou yelped, frantically lifting himself from the pillow,
staring down at Denki with panicked eyes. “Oh my god, Denki, are you okay? Did
I split the skin or anything?”
“Holy shit, Ei,” Denki whimpered through his laughter, leaning his head down on
Eijirou’s thigh. “See if I ever suck  your  dick again.”
Eijirou pouted down at him, relaxing back into the pillows now that he saw
everything was alright. “Well, you did almost bite it off just now,” he
muttered, still in good humor.
“You’re the one who made me laugh, butthead! You should’ve known that was a bad
idea!”
“You calling me a butthead, bro?”
“Yeah! Cuz you’re a butthead. Butthead.” Denki vindictively pressed one more
kiss to that spot on Eijirou’s thigh before opening his mouth and sucking,
making Eijirou bite back his retort and throw back his head, mewling
helplessly. Denki hummed softly and licked one more time, pleased to see color
forming where his mouth had been. He patted it gently, said, “My gift to you,
buddy,” and turned back to Eijirou’s flushed cock.
“Wait, wait,” Eijirou stopped him, reaching down to press a hand to the side of
Denki’s face. “I really feel like I’m not doing enough, lemme, uh -” He hemmed
and hawed for a second before admitting, “I... don’t think I wanna put yours in
my, uh, I feel like that’s -”
“A horrible dick massacre waiting to happen?” Denki agreed.
“Yeah, pretty much. So… Okay, c’mere,” he murmured, lifting Denki’s shoulders
easily - and  damn  Denki couldn’t be more grateful for the opportunity to do
all this with his  fucking jacked brodude holy hell  - and pulling him forward,
kissing him again, a little better now for the experience they’d had earlier
that evening. An idea sprang into Denki’s mind, and he brought his hand to
Eijirou’s cock, swallowing down the breath his friend released at the
sensation, drawing his fingers through the slick precome dripping down his
length.
He popped away from Eijirou’s mouth, then, and said, “Hey, wanna try
something?”
“Sure,” Eijirou said, cautiously, and Denki offered his dirtied fingers,
waggling his eyebrows.
“Wanna taste, buddy?”
And Eijirou just stared at him for a long second, his eyes growing wider and
wider as he blinked owlishly. Denki’s heart pounded at the sight, wondering
what exactly he’d done wrong, until Eijirou whispered “Who the fuck told you my
secret kink, bro,” and Denki broke down in laughter  yet again.
And he would’ve said something, would’ve maybe teased him a little, but then
Eijirou took his fingers in his mouth and for some reason that sight was
really hot,  and he swallowed down his moan and clamped his lips shut as
Eijirou ran his tongue over, under, between his fingers, cleansing them of his
own pre and then some. And then his tongue retreated but Denki  wasn’t done
yet, dammit,  and he chased it, breathing in sharply as his fingers brushed
over the sharp tip of one of Eijirou’s canines. Eijirou drew his lips back,
then, and Denki ran his fingers over the pointed edges of his incisors, tugging
slightly, shivering slightly more when Eijirou moaned in response. Eventually,
Eijirou grasped his wrist and pulled his hand away, pressing a kiss to Denki’s
palm before leaning back to speak.
“Okay, first off,” he began, grinning, “You have the same look on your face
right now as when you watch those gross pimple-popping stim videos on YouTube.”
“Uh,  yeah ,” Denki said, quite seriously, “because I think I just discovered
the kink of my goddamn lifetime, but continue.”
Eijirou kissed him again, and Denki grumbled when he realized Eijirou was once
again shaking with suppressed laughter but was willing enough to let him speak
when he pulled away once more. “And secondly, I still haven’t done anything for
you, and I’m really starting to feel bad about it, so -” He gestured up and
down Denki’s form - “Can you, like, get naked, maybe?”
“Can you, like, get me naked, maybe?” Denki shot back, not unkindly, feeling a
grin spread over his features as he imitated Eijirou’s speaking pattern.
Eijirou scrunched up his nose in response, giving Denki a pointed pout before
speaking again.
“Is that a request?”
“Pleeeease,” Denki tried again, fluttering his eyelashes, and Eijirou pouted
for only a second more before pressing a kiss to Denki’s lips and fixing him
with a reassuring smile. He then pushed him onto his back, moving aside so he
could tug his sweatpants and boxer-briefs down over his legs in one go.
Markedly keeping his mouth closed, Eijirou sweetly kissed the tip of Denki’s
newly freed dick - because of course he would - and then  nuzzled it,  beaming
mischievously up at Denki, the little  imp.
“Nobody has any right to look that cute with their shark teeth that close to my
junk,” Denki muttered, and Eijirou chortled.
“It’s not hard with one as cute as yours,” he countered, ghosting one fingertip
over Denki’s slit, making him gasp. “Or, well, I guess it actually  is  pretty
hard, huh?”
Denki scowled to cover his amusement and said, “So, what do you wanna do now?”
“Ah, right,” Eijirou replied, straightening up, considering their positions for
a moment. “Um. If it’s okay, I think I’d rather save….  Actual  stuff for. You
know,” he finished weakly, sheepishly, as he averted his eyes, jerking his chin
in the direction of his next-door-neighbor’s room.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s like, Kirishima Eijirou 101. Blasty McSplode gets first
dibs on that choice buttock.”
“ Denki ,” Eijirou groaned, burying his face in his palms, grinning despite
himself.
“Whenever you get around to actually  talking to him about it,  that is. I
really don’t know why you’re procrastinating on this, he  clearly  wants the
Kiribooty, my dude. Like, let’s be real, who wouldn’t?”
“Denki, he can probably  hear  you,” Eijirou muttered.
“We both know he’s sound asleep by now, Ei. And, come on, it’s always a good
time to give my favorite guy some praise for his pipin’ hot bod! You worked
hard for it!”
“Okay,” Eijirou relented, rolling his eyes to cover his bashful smile, “but,
like, can we  not  talk about how squishy I am for Bakugou while we’re, you
know, getting squishy ourselves?”
Denki snorted at his wording, Eijirou’s stalwart refusal to use actual sex
terminology as endearing as it was ridiculous, and assented. “Sure. But
seriously, what  do  you wanna do now?”
“Right, right,” Eijirou said, backing up until he was sitting against the wall
with his legs in front of him. He patted his lap. “C’mere.”
“And do what, tell you what I want for Christmas?”
“I - no!” Eijirou burst out laughing. “Is  that  the kinda roleplay you’re
into?”
“Ooh, Mister Santy Claus,” Denki teased, moving forward until he was straddling
Eijirou’s legs, their chests level as he made himself comfortable. “Hi,
boobies,” he said, cupping Eijirou’s pecs appreciatively.
“The boobies say hi,” Eijirou replied, smiling.
“Tell the boobies I love them.”
“The boobies aren’t ready for that kind of commitment.”
Denki gasped in mock astonishment and lightly slapped Eijirou’s pec, earning
him an outright guffaw from his friend. “Whatever. Are you gonna touch my dick
or what?”
“Your what?” Eijirou asked, his face falling serious all too quickly as he
blinked in confusion.
“My  dick, ” Denki replied carefully, perplexed at the sudden change of tone.
“You know, that thing between my legs?”
“Your what now?”
Denki was legitimately concerned at the place this conversation had gone until
he saw the mirth buried in Eijirou’s eyes. He snorted. “My tralala? My ding-
ding-dong? My boney baloney?”
“Oh,  that, ” Eijirou snickered, “Why didn’t you say so?” He pulled a strange
face, pursing his lips, making Denki wonder if this was some fresh hell of
pretend cluelessness until he lifted his hand and hocked a frankly upsetting
amount of saliva into it, bringing that hand to wrap around Denki’s dick before
he could object.
“Nasty,” Denki muttered, wrinkling his nose despite the hot, hot pleasure
surrounding his cock. Was Eijirou’s hand really that much warmer than his?
“You were doing basically the same thing earlier, dude.”
“Mm,” Denki hummed, clutching Eijirou’s shoulders for support as his friend
began to move his hand ever so slowly, tugging back his foreskin and teasing
his head before beginning to pump in earnest. It felt good - different from how
he did it, but still good. He let his head fall forward as he pressed an open-
mouthed kiss to Eijirou’s jawline, sinking lower to kiss him again and again
until he reached a spot on Eijirou’s neck that made him keen and his hand
stutter, tightening his grip involuntarily.
Oh, that. That was good.
And it was getting better, because Eijirou didn’t let up on his grip as he
jerked Denki with a renewed vigor, and Denki had to stop him wordlessly,
grasping his wrist and fighting his own panting breaths to tell him, “D-do
yours, too,” and thankfully Eijirou understood, because he kissed Denki’s
eyelid and wrapped that wonderful large hand of his around both of their
lengths and suddenly it was even better, feeling Eijirou’s searing flesh
against his own. It wasn’t long before Denki came with a shout, his milky white
seed painting both of their stomachs as he collapsed bonelessly against
Eijirou.
Eijirou kept on jerking himself and now he was panting in Denki’s ear, his
voice coming out in high-pitched whimpers and mewls and moans. Too spent to do
anything more, Denki laid some sloppy kisses down on Eijirou’s neck, right in
that spot that’d driven him crazy earlier, relishing the soft “ Haaah”  that
slipped out of Eijirou’s mouth as he came.
They stayed there for a long moment, propped up against the wall of Eijirou’s
room, until Eijirou seemed to come into himself and gently kissed Denki’s
cheek, pushing him up so that he could lap comforting strokes of his tongue
over Denki’s chest, cleaning their mixed cum off of him until Denki numbly
pushed him away, mumbling something about “too much, too much” and collapsing
sideways into the bed.
He could feel the bed shift as Eijirou propped himself up, reaching for his
desk, and returned with some wet wipes, wiping his own chest down with them
before returning to Denki’s. Denki let it happen this time, and once he’d
finished and thrown the wipes away, he tugged his friend down so that his head
was on his chest.
Eijirou went willingly, humming his delight as he snuggled into Denki, and the
two laid there for a long, silent moment. Denki felt as if he might drift off
until Eijirou finally spoke up.
“Denki?”
“What?”
“I’m glad you were my first,” Eijirou sighed blissfully, nuzzling Denki’s
chest.
And Denki sighed too, because of course Eijirou would be sappy about this kind
of thing. “Yeah, me too. But whenever you and Blasty finally happen -”
“- if we happen -”
“ -  when  you guys happen - you had better get some actual lube because
watching you hock a loogie into your hand was the worst thing I’ve ever seen.”
Eijirou snickered.
“I’m serious! The only thing I hated worse than watching that happen was the
fact that, somehow, my boner actually survived it!”
“I’m a master of seduction,” Eijirou declared, shifting his head so he could
stick his tongue out at Denki.
Denki scowled at him. Then, despite himself, he laughed, too.
“Eh,” he conceded, kissing Eijirou’s hairline as his friend hummed sleepily, “I
guess you’re alright.”
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