[See, Toshinori plans ahead, he's self-aware enough for that helpful warning-- And the brief few seconds Aizawa sucks on his thumb are excellent, a thrill shooting straight down his spine and then it's over, too soon - luckily the look Aizawa gives him, involuntary or not, more than makes up for it. He grins, but it's shaky with the (frankly, herculean) effort it takes not to rail him mercilessly into the wall without any time to get used to the feeling.
He kisses his face instead, the corner of his mouth and down his jaw, a wordless moan the only encouraging sound he can manage. That's it, more like that, begging for him as he presses in further, fuck--]
Shouta-- wow. [Wow, he says, not an ounce of his camera-ready eloquence left. Wow, and wow has never sounded so filthy, but Toshinori still doesn't say fuck.
But he doesn't need more inspiration than those needy, practically incoherent noises Aizawa makes to squeezes his ass rock his hips once, twice, getting up to something more steady and less trembling.]
i think the shocked aizawa face is very appropriate
He kisses his face instead, the corner of his mouth and down his jaw, a wordless moan the only encouraging sound he can manage. That's it, more like that, begging for him as he presses in further, fuck--]
Shouta-- wow. [Wow, he says, not an ounce of his camera-ready eloquence left. Wow, and wow has never sounded so filthy, but Toshinori still doesn't say fuck.
But he doesn't need more inspiration than those needy, practically incoherent noises Aizawa makes to squeezes his ass rock his hips once, twice, getting up to something more steady and less trembling.]