[He literally can't help but stumble over, but it's worth it. Before Toshinori can try and convince him with kisses, he ducks in, fingers wrapping tight around the back of Toshinori's neck, keeping him in place as he slots their mouths together.
It's a rough kiss, firmer and hotter than before, ending with a harsh bite to his bottom lip. He'd had fun letting Toshinori take the lead before, but now he's craving a different kind of fun.
Or, well. Perhaps two different kinds. He wants to dominate, yes, completely and totally, and he has a feeling Toshinori wants that as well. But he also wants them to fight at some point, to see how well they can compete against each other, Toshinori's raw strength and Aizawa's cleverness . . . maybe they ought to just spar, and go from there.
God. He can't imagine how fun sparring with Toshinori would be. Getting to best him, being bested by him, pinning him to the ground and watching him be forced to submit . . . god.
He's panting as he breaks off the kiss, his mouth wonderfully sore.]
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It's a rough kiss, firmer and hotter than before, ending with a harsh bite to his bottom lip. He'd had fun letting Toshinori take the lead before, but now he's craving a different kind of fun.
Or, well. Perhaps two different kinds. He wants to dominate, yes, completely and totally, and he has a feeling Toshinori wants that as well. But he also wants them to fight at some point, to see how well they can compete against each other, Toshinori's raw strength and Aizawa's cleverness . . . maybe they ought to just spar, and go from there.
God. He can't imagine how fun sparring with Toshinori would be. Getting to best him, being bested by him, pinning him to the ground and watching him be forced to submit . . . god.
He's panting as he breaks off the kiss, his mouth wonderfully sore.]
Come here already.