But Shouta, [he breathes out, half wheedling, half just wanting to hear his own voice saying his given name. It sounds good, one more indulgence, and Aizawa isn't stopping him so he must be in the clear--
He hisses through his teeth at the sharp bite of nails against skin, squeezing his ass to lift him again, up the wall, just enough to pin him there and get his legs around his hips. His own shirt getting in the way of Aizawa's hands is a hassle, but like hell if he's going to let go of him even for a moment. With a groan he rocks against him, teeth sinking into a spot of skin yet unmarked from this morning.
Tell him about your day, he's very into this, hearing Aizawa try to stay composed while he comes apart--] Talk to me.
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He hisses through his teeth at the sharp bite of nails against skin, squeezing his ass to lift him again, up the wall, just enough to pin him there and get his legs around his hips. His own shirt getting in the way of Aizawa's hands is a hassle, but like hell if he's going to let go of him even for a moment. With a groan he rocks against him, teeth sinking into a spot of skin yet unmarked from this morning.
Tell him about your day, he's very into this, hearing Aizawa try to stay composed while he comes apart--] Talk to me.