[By the time 8 rolls around, Toshinori is tired. He isn't stuck behind a desk all day, thinking about Aizawa and all the surfaces in his apartment that can support two people of their respective, ah, sizes-- he's out in the field thinking about it whenever there's a lull in villain activity. Nothing large-scale happens today, thank god, but that leaves Toshinori's mind drifting between minor squabbles, always back to Aizawa. Lithe legs, muscles, his body compact and powerful-- and his body barely restrained, rocking against his, nearly lifting himself off the kitchen counter just to grind against him.
And then, god, whether or not Aizawa really got himself off in the shower, Toshinori spends no less than a solid hour thinking about it while he loiters around the police station, waiting for Tsukauchi (who of course can know nothing about this relationship on today of all days, when Toshinori would definitely say something about nearly fucking in his kitchen without thinking). He's distracted a dozen times thinking about Aizawa's hands, smaller than his and softer, hands he's held perfectly chastely, slender fingers Aizawa wraps around himself and could wrap around Toshinori whenever he wanted, frankly--
It's those little things that have his attention today; Aizawa's hands and the way he shifts his hips when he's desperate, the way he looks at Toshinori with those dark eyes like he wants to claim him and be claimed at once, his warmth... Toshinori has never found so many small details about one person as incredibly fucking hot as he does when it's Aizawa.
So it's a long day, and he gets home tired, and Aizawa isn't there yet.
That's disappointing in its way, too, but Toshinori needs some time to unwind anyway. He takes a shower of his own and thinks about Aizawa in this very shower this morning, how nice it would have been if he had joined him. Just picked him up again to pin him to the shower wall and fuck him there, next time, maybe next time Aizawa will ask him to come in there with him--
He's dressed in simple sweatpants and a t-shirt (without any goofy sayings on it, at least), hair damp from the shower, when Aizawa finally arrives. Toshinori doesn't hide his delight at all; he opens the door exuberantly and immediately reaches out to pull Aizawa in, kissing him hello before he gets the door shut behind him.
So, hello!! Babe!!!]
What took you so long? [Hmm, he doesn't really need a response, kissing him again before he can say anything.]
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And then, god, whether or not Aizawa really got himself off in the shower, Toshinori spends no less than a solid hour thinking about it while he loiters around the police station, waiting for Tsukauchi (who of course can know nothing about this relationship on today of all days, when Toshinori would definitely say something about nearly fucking in his kitchen without thinking). He's distracted a dozen times thinking about Aizawa's hands, smaller than his and softer, hands he's held perfectly chastely, slender fingers Aizawa wraps around himself and could wrap around Toshinori whenever he wanted, frankly--
It's those little things that have his attention today; Aizawa's hands and the way he shifts his hips when he's desperate, the way he looks at Toshinori with those dark eyes like he wants to claim him and be claimed at once, his warmth... Toshinori has never found so many small details about one person as incredibly fucking hot as he does when it's Aizawa.
So it's a long day, and he gets home tired, and Aizawa isn't there yet.
That's disappointing in its way, too, but Toshinori needs some time to unwind anyway. He takes a shower of his own and thinks about Aizawa in this very shower this morning, how nice it would have been if he had joined him. Just picked him up again to pin him to the shower wall and fuck him there, next time, maybe next time Aizawa will ask him to come in there with him--
He's dressed in simple sweatpants and a t-shirt (without any goofy sayings on it, at least), hair damp from the shower, when Aizawa finally arrives. Toshinori doesn't hide his delight at all; he opens the door exuberantly and immediately reaches out to pull Aizawa in, kissing him hello before he gets the door shut behind him.
So, hello!! Babe!!!]
What took you so long? [Hmm, he doesn't really need a response, kissing him again before he can say anything.]