[It's not at all a surprise, but it's still enormously sweet, and afterwards Aizawa will think about that. For now, he simply gasps at Toshinori, nails sinking in deep into his shoulders as he slides against the shower wall and feels his finish building up.
Not yet not yet please not yet, and it's amazing he still has the capacity for any kind of thought whatsoever, but of course he manages to think that. It can't be over yet, he doesn't want it to be over yet, Toshinori will come soon after him and it'll be done, but he can't stop himself from coming. It's just too much, too much heat, too much pounding pressure, too overwhelming and arousing to resist--
--so yes, he comes quick. He finishes in three harsh waves, spilling over his stomach and whining out all the while, til at last he slumps forward, nosing lightly against the other man.
Oh. Right. Toshinori still has to come too, doesn't he? Hmm.]
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Not yet not yet please not yet, and it's amazing he still has the capacity for any kind of thought whatsoever, but of course he manages to think that. It can't be over yet, he doesn't want it to be over yet, Toshinori will come soon after him and it'll be done, but he can't stop himself from coming. It's just too much, too much heat, too much pounding pressure, too overwhelming and arousing to resist--
--so yes, he comes quick. He finishes in three harsh waves, spilling over his stomach and whining out all the while, til at last he slumps forward, nosing lightly against the other man.
Oh. Right. Toshinori still has to come too, doesn't he? Hmm.]