[God yes, that's it, there's something so incredibly appealing about hearing Aizawa say something completely ordinary while he's like this, breathing ragged and erratic movements, something Toshinori could indulge in all evening if he had the chance. He slides one hand up to Aizawa's lower back, groping blindly for the waist of his jumpsuit, eager to slip his fingers underneath the fabric as far as Aizawa will let him get away with it.
As for his shirt, well, he'll help if Aizawa pulls it up far enough, but that's all the effort he's willing to spare.]
What-- they think something?
[Something about how Aizawa fumbled the case, Toshinori thinks, and maybe that's not the sexiest thing to talk about, but whatever-- it's all in the words, the tone of his voice, the tremor in every other syllable that's all thanks to him. Still, grinding against him is good but it isn't enough, not after he's spent the whole day picturing Aizawa laid out on his bed, perched on the kitchen counter with his legs open for Toshinori to slide between his knees, most definitely less dressed than he is now--
Whether or not he explains the rest of the meeting, though,] Your injury-- how is it?
[How good to go are they, all other factors aside--?]
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As for his shirt, well, he'll help if Aizawa pulls it up far enough, but that's all the effort he's willing to spare.]
What-- they think something?
[Something about how Aizawa fumbled the case, Toshinori thinks, and maybe that's not the sexiest thing to talk about, but whatever-- it's all in the words, the tone of his voice, the tremor in every other syllable that's all thanks to him. Still, grinding against him is good but it isn't enough, not after he's spent the whole day picturing Aizawa laid out on his bed, perched on the kitchen counter with his legs open for Toshinori to slide between his knees, most definitely less dressed than he is now--
Whether or not he explains the rest of the meeting, though,] Your injury-- how is it?
[How good to go are they, all other factors aside--?]