[Oh, and it's even better than the first time on the couch, being up close and pressed tight against Aizawa when he finishes. Toshinori lets go of his hip to wind his arm around his waist and hold him tight and secure, steady while he trembles and leans against him. The nails in his back sting, sharp pinpricks that contrast the heavy pressure around his cock, fuck--
Fuck. He ducks his head to nip at the marks already covering his neck, murmuring nonsense. It's so good, and he'll come soon, carry Aizawa back to bed and hold him until they go at it again, maybe soon or maybe in the morning, he isn't picky. The possibilities are truly endless.
But first, the rest of this. Toshinori won't deny that holding Aizawa up like this, hips snapping hard and fast while Aizawa is spent and slumped against him, is-- goddamn incredible. He wants to hold him and take care of him and fuck him until he can't speak all at once, closing his eyes and leaning their foreheads together as he thrusts faster, more erratically. He just wants to finish, grip around him tight and cock aching with how close he is--
There is some wait time, but it's not like Aizawa is doing anything else while Toshinori fucks him into the wall, so he'll live. When he comes it's with one arm braced heavily on the wall and a loud cry that definitely disturbs the neighbors, breathing hard through a few more trembling thrusts before he can even think of opening his eyes again.
So. Wow, again, but mercifully he's not coherent enough to do much more than give Aizawa a shaky smile.]
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Fuck. He ducks his head to nip at the marks already covering his neck, murmuring nonsense. It's so good, and he'll come soon, carry Aizawa back to bed and hold him until they go at it again, maybe soon or maybe in the morning, he isn't picky. The possibilities are truly endless.
But first, the rest of this. Toshinori won't deny that holding Aizawa up like this, hips snapping hard and fast while Aizawa is spent and slumped against him, is-- goddamn incredible. He wants to hold him and take care of him and fuck him until he can't speak all at once, closing his eyes and leaning their foreheads together as he thrusts faster, more erratically. He just wants to finish, grip around him tight and cock aching with how close he is--
There is some wait time, but it's not like Aizawa is doing anything else while Toshinori fucks him into the wall, so he'll live. When he comes it's with one arm braced heavily on the wall and a loud cry that definitely disturbs the neighbors, breathing hard through a few more trembling thrusts before he can even think of opening his eyes again.
So. Wow, again, but mercifully he's not coherent enough to do much more than give Aizawa a shaky smile.]