[Oh, yes, well, an actual conversation about Aizawa's shower habits wasn't on the table until later, not in the middle of this. Toshinori is close, barely made it this long and now Aizawa is moaning around him, his mouth hot and wet, jesus-- His grip in Aizawa's hair doesn't let up; he can bob down all he wants, that's hot, and he rocks up a little further, pushing the limits of how far he can go.]
Shouta-- [he breathes it out, practically reverent, and groans harsh and needy. All this, and the mental image of Aizawa slinking off to the shower, keeping himself quiet with his cock in his hand not ten feet away from Toshinori making breakfast, god-- he wants every detail, wants Aizawa to breathe each word hot in his ear while his fingers slide over his cock - one more thing for next time, he thinks.
So those sounds, desperate as they are, are more than enough for him in place of any actual words. Toshinori could push his head down, easily, he thinks about it-- but there's simply not enough time before he finishes after a few erratic thrusts, free hand covering his face with a whine. This definitely qualifies for best boyfriend ever status, maybe they can... talk about that.]
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Shouta-- [he breathes it out, practically reverent, and groans harsh and needy. All this, and the mental image of Aizawa slinking off to the shower, keeping himself quiet with his cock in his hand not ten feet away from Toshinori making breakfast, god-- he wants every detail, wants Aizawa to breathe each word hot in his ear while his fingers slide over his cock - one more thing for next time, he thinks.
So those sounds, desperate as they are, are more than enough for him in place of any actual words. Toshinori could push his head down, easily, he thinks about it-- but there's simply not enough time before he finishes after a few erratic thrusts, free hand covering his face with a whine. This definitely qualifies for best boyfriend ever status, maybe they can... talk about that.]
Shouta... [ah.] I-- you--
[Ha ha, sorry babe?]