[He doesn't have the breath or the wherewithal to pull back enough to answer in the affirmative. The way he surges up and lifts a leg to hook around Toshinori's hip ought to do the trick; if not that, the way he bucks his hips forward, thrusting shamelessly into that tight grip. Yes, oh, yes, that's okay, that's perfectly fine, his hands running over slick skin, against his shoulders, one hand raking through his hair so he can be sure to keep him pressed close.
The shower wall is cold, icy tile sending a shiver up his back, and he presses forward, straining against the grip Toshinori has on him in order to stay flush against him. Breaking for breath, he dives back in, biting at his bottom lip-- and then lower, his jaw, his neck, eager to see if he can leave a few dark marks of his own.]
You've--
[There, just a little too high, because it's one thing for anyone to see his bruises, but he'd be satisfied if All Might had to answer a few awkward questions of his own.]
--d-done this before. Yes?
[It's not a request for assurance. Just a question, as he thrusts his hips forward again.]
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The shower wall is cold, icy tile sending a shiver up his back, and he presses forward, straining against the grip Toshinori has on him in order to stay flush against him. Breaking for breath, he dives back in, biting at his bottom lip-- and then lower, his jaw, his neck, eager to see if he can leave a few dark marks of his own.]
You've--
[There, just a little too high, because it's one thing for anyone to see his bruises, but he'd be satisfied if All Might had to answer a few awkward questions of his own.]
--d-done this before. Yes?
[It's not a request for assurance. Just a question, as he thrusts his hips forward again.]