Mmhmm, [he hums again, more enthusiastically, pressing his tongue against his latest mark on Aizawa's neck. Yes, hell yes, he'll teach him everything he knows -- which is probably less than Aizawa thinks, but still more than nothing, so it's quite good enough. He hooks his arm securely around Aizawa's waist again to pull them flush together, turning; Aizawa has to be pinned to a different wall for him to reach his medicine cabinet, which he fumbles with blindly until he finds what he's looking for. Lesson one: lube.
Lube in a minute or so-- he fumbles around again to put the bottle in a cute and All Might brand shower caddy, then squeezes both of Aizawa's hips to grind against him.]
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Lube in a minute or so-- he fumbles around again to put the bottle in a cute and All Might brand shower caddy, then squeezes both of Aizawa's hips to grind against him.]
Are you up to it?