[Aizawa can smack him upside the head all he wants, but nothing will take Toshinori down from the high of getting him to react like that, all soft noises and grabbing onto him, all of him heating up under Toshinori's hands and mouth. God, but if he isn't appealing without even trying, all long legs around his hips and firm body under Toshinori's shirt-- already his imagination is running away with what they could get up to if Aizawa weren't still injured.
When is that other Tuesday he has off, they should go out again--]
It's scolding, [he says, voice tinged with both humor and something baser, hungrier, appropriate enough for the way he bites and licks at Aizawa's neck, speaking without even lifting his head. One hand in his hair and the other roaming over his body, and boy, he does not need to be told twice.
Maybe he could think of something dirty to say, but he's putting all his concentration into bruising Aizawa's neck and pulling him close by his hip and rocking against him. The filthy talk will wait until he's feeling more composed and less desperate to feel Aizawa against him in as many places as possible at once.]
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When is that other Tuesday he has off, they should go out again--]
It's scolding, [he says, voice tinged with both humor and something baser, hungrier, appropriate enough for the way he bites and licks at Aizawa's neck, speaking without even lifting his head. One hand in his hair and the other roaming over his body, and boy, he does not need to be told twice.
Maybe he could think of something dirty to say, but he's putting all his concentration into bruising Aizawa's neck and pulling him close by his hip and rocking against him. The filthy talk will wait until he's feeling more composed and less desperate to feel Aizawa against him in as many places as possible at once.]