[Aizawa now holds the record for the slowest anyone has given head, ever-- Toshinori still groans, despite or perhaps because of it, practically a whimper after he takes in as much as he can and pulls agonizingly slowly away. Then he hums, fuck, and Toshinori can think of little else besides his mouth, wet heat and tight pressure, sliding over him with such logical care that he's dizzy from it. Even the slightest shift is enough to make his hips twitch, wondering just how much he could get away with fucking his mouth without Aizawa getting pissed off about it--

But he's supposed to talk, and yes, he's still into it. But-- thinking of the words, like this, ah-]

You're-- you're good at this, really good, I-- [He squirms, biting his lip on the edge of a moan, but he is talking--] I-I took a shower when I got home, and I-- I thought about you, taking a shower this morning... Nn-- not as good as having you for real.

[Date 2.5 romantic activity: tell him you thought about him when you jerked it in the shower.]