[Oh, oh, and while there's a part of him still flustered, it's hard to stay like that for long. Aziawa inhales and exhales slowly, his gaze growing hungrier by the moment.
Toshinori Yagi hovering above him is a very, very good look. Aizawa doesn't answer him for a moment, his fingers dragging lightly against his side, feeling the smooth slide of skin, the bumps of his ribs and the curve of his stomach.]
Yeah.
[Which means shedding that final layer between them, but after all they'd done, it doesn't feel like all that big a step. He's grinning as he wriggles his hips, tugging down his boxers. Hi. Come carry him to the shower, maybe? do it so he doesn't have to ask for it.]
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Toshinori Yagi hovering above him is a very, very good look. Aizawa doesn't answer him for a moment, his fingers dragging lightly against his side, feeling the smooth slide of skin, the bumps of his ribs and the curve of his stomach.]
Yeah.
[Which means shedding that final layer between them, but after all they'd done, it doesn't feel like all that big a step. He's grinning as he wriggles his hips, tugging down his boxers. Hi. Come carry him to the shower, maybe? do it so he doesn't have to ask for it.]