[Maybe it's not romantic, but it is hot. Thrilling, too, though he listens to that admission with just a touch of disbelief. It's hard to imagine Toshinori, golden boy and all-around beloved ex-student, lusting after someone like him so much so that he simply had to get his feelings out one way or another.
But he wouldn't lie. And so Aizawa lets the information sink into him, really truly picturing it: Toshinori, panting and open-mouthed, skin slick and his expression needy, fingers wrapped around himself-- god, why haven't they fucked in the shower yet? That seems a grave oversight, Aizawa thinks dizzily, ignoring the fact he's the one who insisted they not have sex yet.
But it's easy to ignore logic like that. It's easy to give into nothing more than lust, to bob his head a little faster and whine in pleasure, grinding his hips down into the bed as he imagines what else they might get up to. His eyes dart up, focusing on Toshinori, the way the muscles in his stomach tense as he jerks against the bed, the way he looks so distracted--
His hips twitch, his cock pushing just the slightest bit into Aizawa's mouth, and he abruptly decides that's perfectly all right. One hand grips Toshinori's hip, tugging him upwards-- again, do that again.]
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But he wouldn't lie. And so Aizawa lets the information sink into him, really truly picturing it: Toshinori, panting and open-mouthed, skin slick and his expression needy, fingers wrapped around himself-- god, why haven't they fucked in the shower yet? That seems a grave oversight, Aizawa thinks dizzily, ignoring the fact he's the one who insisted they not have sex yet.
But it's easy to ignore logic like that. It's easy to give into nothing more than lust, to bob his head a little faster and whine in pleasure, grinding his hips down into the bed as he imagines what else they might get up to. His eyes dart up, focusing on Toshinori, the way the muscles in his stomach tense as he jerks against the bed, the way he looks so distracted--
His hips twitch, his cock pushing just the slightest bit into Aizawa's mouth, and he abruptly decides that's perfectly all right. One hand grips Toshinori's hip, tugging him upwards-- again, do that again.]