[Yes. Very much so, but first he wants to do this, which is turn them both, pushing Toshinori up against the bathroom wall. He lands with a satisfying thud, hot skin against cold tile, and Aizawa settles his hands on his shoulders, pushing lightly in order to keep him there. It's more so he can say he did it than because he has any real concrete plans here, but--]
I want you to fuck my mouth.
[An idle thought, his tone almost comically speculative. His hands slide down, dragging over pectorals, over his shoulders, against the bulge of his arms, feeling up every bit of him languidly. Mine, and his neck is still covered in dark bruises that all but sing he belongs to Toshinori, but it's a possessiveness that runs both ways.]
At some point. And . . . I want you to put your mouth on me. I want to see you on your knees.
[Make no mistake: he's still flushed. It's not exactly easy to say all this. But there's determination in his gaze as well, because he does want all that.]
But mostly, right now, what I really want is for you to fuck me. Can you?
[It might be a real question, but it most certainly comes out like a challenge. He leans his weight forward, grinning faintly. Yes, poor Toshinori had just come a little while ago, but what's being in your early twenties for if not amazing stamina?]
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[Yes. Very much so, but first he wants to do this, which is turn them both, pushing Toshinori up against the bathroom wall. He lands with a satisfying thud, hot skin against cold tile, and Aizawa settles his hands on his shoulders, pushing lightly in order to keep him there. It's more so he can say he did it than because he has any real concrete plans here, but--]
I want you to fuck my mouth.
[An idle thought, his tone almost comically speculative. His hands slide down, dragging over pectorals, over his shoulders, against the bulge of his arms, feeling up every bit of him languidly. Mine, and his neck is still covered in dark bruises that all but sing he belongs to Toshinori, but it's a possessiveness that runs both ways.]
At some point. And . . . I want you to put your mouth on me. I want to see you on your knees.
[Make no mistake: he's still flushed. It's not exactly easy to say all this. But there's determination in his gaze as well, because he does want all that.]
But mostly, right now, what I really want is for you to fuck me. Can you?
[It might be a real question, but it most certainly comes out like a challenge. He leans his weight forward, grinning faintly. Yes, poor Toshinori had just come a little while ago, but what's being in your early twenties for if not amazing stamina?]