[If Toshinori is magnificent, then Aizawa is stunning, plain and simple. He's muscled and fit, skin smooth and inviting, and Toshinori hums against the crook of his neck, faintly amused.
He just said this is what he wanted to do, and Aizawa is surprised by his word choice? Well, he'll have to convince him otherwise with a sharp nip to his collarbone.]
You've always been honest with me. [A kiss pressed to his shoulder, then he turns his head back in toward the hollow of his throat, breath hot against his skin.] Somehow, you got through to me when no one else could...
[Also, just look at him. Being a dick doesn't make him less physically attractive, sooo.]
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He just said this is what he wanted to do, and Aizawa is surprised by his word choice? Well, he'll have to convince him otherwise with a sharp nip to his collarbone.]
You've always been honest with me. [A kiss pressed to his shoulder, then he turns his head back in toward the hollow of his throat, breath hot against his skin.] Somehow, you got through to me when no one else could...
[Also, just look at him. Being a dick doesn't make him less physically attractive, sooo.]