But-- [But it would be cute, and depending on the product, pretty hot... He's mercifully distracted from his advertising as Aizawa climbs onto his lap, hands coming up automatically to trace his hips and around to squeeze his ass again. Reddened skin, hot to the touch, aside-- the bruises he left himself are a sight to behold, just like the rest of him, handsome and well-built and knowing exactly what he wants to do, if not exactly how to do it.

Toshinori gasps and lets his head fall back, fingers toying with his waistband as he rocks his hips up, desperate for that contact to complement the sensation of teeth on skin. It's-- hm, no, it's not expert necking, but it's Aizawa and nothing that can't be improved with practice, so Toshinori mumbles,] Lower--

[And now it's his turn to talk about his day, is it? Okay, he can-- he can do that.]

I-- yes, I did. I fought some villains, nothing-- nothing serious, purse-snatching, y-you know... And I thought about you and how much I want you, about this morning...