[It's most definitely a thing; he loves it, making this boy fall apart in his arms gets him going, and he doesn't want to get off by simply haphazardly bumping against Aizawa every other roll of his hips, but if he does it will be... well, embarrassing, but not entirely terrible. For now he has Aizawa held tight in his lap and his cock under his hand--]
Shouta-- [And he's precious, good god, he can't make noises like that and then lean in close like that, vulnerable, trusting Toshinori with his body for no reason other than he wants to. He's cute, and Toshinori tilts his head to pepper his face with kisses, short and sweet, saccharine at the same time he rubs his thumb from the tip down the length of him in one motion. The advantages of big hands continue...]
Are-- haha, are you? [He's whispering now, because he kind of wants an honest answer at the same time he just wants to hear Aizawa's control crumble.] Or do you just like me?
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Shouta-- [And he's precious, good god, he can't make noises like that and then lean in close like that, vulnerable, trusting Toshinori with his body for no reason other than he wants to. He's cute, and Toshinori tilts his head to pepper his face with kisses, short and sweet, saccharine at the same time he rubs his thumb from the tip down the length of him in one motion. The advantages of big hands continue...]
Are-- haha, are you? [He's whispering now, because he kind of wants an honest answer at the same time he just wants to hear Aizawa's control crumble.] Or do you just like me?