[Little does Aizawa know, his impatient reactions just extend the amount of time Toshinori will keep teasing him... He can't resist; the anticipation of pushsing inside him, hot and tight and making him dizzy with pleasure makes his cock twitch, pressed against Aizawa's hip, and he grinds again a little more languidly to keep himself from going off the deep end. He'd never live it down if he just rutted against him like this until he finished, but that much desperation would be hot enough, Aizawa's voice in his ear begging him to fill him up instead--
Another day. Another one for the list, which he might honestly write down and pin somewhere just to watch Aizawa's face turn purple with embarrassment.]
I don't know, [he says, puncutated by another slow roll of his hips, shuddering; it's taunting himself as much as it is Aizawa, but it's part of the presentation, or--something. It's worth it, he swears. Another blind grope, letting go of Aizawa to keep him pinned to the wall again; one hand firm on his cock and the other picking up the lube that he put down for a whole thirty seconds, like a fucking fool. Okay.
He taps the cap on Aizawa's cheek. Hi. Here.] Give me a hand?
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Another day. Another one for the list, which he might honestly write down and pin somewhere just to watch Aizawa's face turn purple with embarrassment.]
I don't know, [he says, puncutated by another slow roll of his hips, shuddering; it's taunting himself as much as it is Aizawa, but it's part of the presentation, or--something. It's worth it, he swears. Another blind grope, letting go of Aizawa to keep him pinned to the wall again; one hand firm on his cock and the other picking up the lube that he put down for a whole thirty seconds, like a fucking fool. Okay.
He taps the cap on Aizawa's cheek. Hi. Here.] Give me a hand?
[Then he'll give him that dick, a fair trade.]