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dumbshow2018-03-25 04:55 pm
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☆ caught in the rain meme ☆ little steps meme ☆ affectionate physical contact meme ☆ picture prompt also acceptable but link them so it's tidy ☆ AU ideas: soulmates AU, reincarnation AU, Bad End AU, canon divergent/roleswap AU, dorky college AU, crossover AU, super indulgent high fantasy AU ☆ melodrama is ultimate tier ★ SHIPPING AND FILTHY THINGS: ☆ non-fluffy relationship types I'm down for: codependent, master/servant power imbalance type ships, "we're bad for each other but worse for anyone else," other things I am failing to think of tbh ☆ things I won't rp: noncon (includes "dubcon"), incest, tsundere shit if your tsundere is just verbally abusive, gratuitous torture porn, you'll probably have to ask me about harder kinks and they will vary by character ☆ I don't have a kink list so pitch me an idea if u thirsty ☆ if you would prefer a locked post I can also make that happen |
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And then, there are All Might boxers, and he meets Toshinori's eyes again.]
I don't know if I want to, not when you're wearing your own merchandise.
[He's very much teasing, but still: babe.]
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They're comfortable! I can get you a pair, if you want.
[Babe, please, come with him to the couch. He reaches for Aizawa's hands the second his jumpsuit is off, tugging him eagerly. Let's goooo.]
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[He kicks off his jumpsuit. He's left in sensible black boxers and, sadly, the capture rope, bunched up low on his neck. That he doesn't drop until they reach the couch, because if he needs it he wants it close on hand.
But even he can't act as though he's totally indifferent as they reach the couch. He climbs atop Toshinori swiftly, gripping his shoulders and pushing him back, catching him in a harder kiss than before. His neck is wet and aching, and while he loves the fact his skin is covered in possessive little marks, it's past time for him to stake his claim in return.
He drags his mouth down, nipping at his jawline, and then-- a breath, a moment of hesitation, and then he slides down to his neck, teeth scraping against skin. Just like his grinding last night, there's an undeniable element of clumsiness and inexperience about it, but on the other hand, the enthusiasm surely makes up for it.]
Why don't you tell me about your day, hm? Did you think of me?
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Toshinori gasps and lets his head fall back, fingers toying with his waistband as he rocks his hips up, desperate for that contact to complement the sensation of teeth on skin. It's-- hm, no, it's not expert necking, but it's Aizawa and nothing that can't be improved with practice, so Toshinori mumbles,] Lower--
[And now it's his turn to talk about his day, is it? Okay, he can-- he can do that.]
I-- yes, I did. I fought some villains, nothing-- nothing serious, purse-snatching, y-you know... And I thought about you and how much I want you, about this morning...
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Ah-- and he rocks his hips back, arching his back, knowing he's being a tease by pushing his hips against Toshinori's fingers and not actually caring.]
Imprecise.
[He grinds his hips down again, grinning at the resulting pressure. It's hot, but it isn't overwhelming, not like it was before. It's fun to be on the other side of the equation.]
How much you want me? In what way, hm?
i have literally no icons for any of this
For Toshinori, the tone is enough, the words don't matter nearly as much... but apparently Aizawa feels the opposite, and alright, he can handle that.]
Like this, [with a squeeze; he may never let go of this ass again. Hard to tell.] Or like this morning, or-- or last night. I want to-- to--
[This faltering is for a dumber reason than his dick being too hard to concentrate-- All Might Doesn't Say Fuck. Help him.]
--to touch you. Shouta.
HARD SAME
[He pushes his ass back into that tight grip, partially by way of demonstration and partially because he's discovering he really, really likes Toshinori's hands there.]
Toshinori . . .
[He draws back. There's more awkward hesitation in his gaze than he'd like, but it's hopefully safely hidden by the sheer glee that's appeared. He's flushed and hard and flustered but Toshinori is even worse, all worked up and at his mercy.]
What's wrong? You usually have no trouble talking to the press . . .
[And there's that villain grin again, wide and taunting.]
struggling. @ fandom draw more sexy young mights
That's different... You know it's different--
[He doesn't desperately want to sleep with the press, for example. And merciless press are just annoying, while merciless Aizawa is really doing it for him...]
I don't have to try hard to impress reporters.
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[This is definitely going to come back to him, he thinks faintly. At some point the tables will turn and Toshinori will be cruel in that hideously sweet way he has, flustered Aizawa and driving him up a wall. But until then, he's enjoying the ride immensely.
In more ways than one, honestly; he squirms, beyond delighted to feel how hard Toshinori is (and how big he is, good god; he desperately wants to be fucked, but for the first time he balks a little, overwhelmed by the thought).]
Go on.
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Can I? This morning, I told you to earn it...
[Has he earned his heavy petting? Hmm.]
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And what counts as earning it, exactly? Do you want me to give you a lapdance?
[It's a joke, he just wants him to fluster. Please don't make him do that, babe.]
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So he slides his hand up further, more boldly, but purposely not giving him more than this little touch.]
Tell me what you want me to do. I'll think about it.
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For now: he squirms at that touch, light and not nearly enough. The question is a little more difficult, because the first answer that jumps to the forefront of his mind is fuck me, which . . . no. An absolutely appealing thought, but not yet, not until he knows him better.]
Just--
[He reaches for his wrist, biting back the shriek of nerves as he pulls Toshinori's hand to press firm against the front of his boxers.]
Like this.
[Not quite sex. Not stripping down completely. Just . . . like this, heavy and hot and overwhelming and yet not crossing that final line.]
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Like this-- Aizawa taking his hand and moving it for him, which makes his breath catch, but the first thing he does is grip him through his boxers anyway. He's... well, he has really big hands, so it only takes the one grip to get an idea of what he's working with here. An illuminating thought for later, when he's not palming against him slowly, not wanting to cross that invisible line.]
So, what about that video...?
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[Sorry, are they talking? No they are not, because the very fact Toshinori just has to use one hand to get him off and then some is enough to drive him to distraction. Never mind how he's touching him-- slowly, too slowly, and he bites back a whine as he jerks his hips forward. More, harder, his fingers twining in Toshinori's hair so he can bite at his neck again.
Don't worry about that video, babe.]
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[Tell him about the video!! Not that he's genuinely protesting, tilting his head for Aizawa and pressing his hand harder against him. The sounds Aizawa makes, his squirming around in Toshinori's lap-- that's good. Good enough to almost make him consider not moving his hand at all and having Aizawa rock against him to get himself off, but no, he can't resist wrapping his fingers around him- as best he can while he's still barely clothed- and giving him a few strokes.]
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Keep--
[A breathless instruction, as he tips his head up and kisses him. Heatedly, intensely, messily, his core temperature rising just the way it had this morning, god but he's attracted to this man--]
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It's still through his goddamn underwear, though, and that's hot until he thinks about the skin he's not touching, how it's practically a searing touch when his hand brushes against Aizawa's stomach or his leg-- fuck, he wants more, stroking him faster to at least hear him again if he can't touch him more than this.]
Shouta, talk to me--
["Talk" is relative.]
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For now-- for now, he lets out a strangled sort of noise as Toshinori moves his hand faster. It won't be long, partially because he's spent all day thinking about this and partially because this is the first time someone else is getting him off, and oh, god, but what a difference it makes. He whines again and again, hips snapping forward, eager to feel the strength in Toshinori's arm as he keeps him pressed close.]
What-- what do you--
[He can't think of anything. He really can't; he's too distracted, too overwhelmed, too fucking turned on, and he bumps their foreheads together, closing his eyes.]
Toshinori--
[Unfair. And honestly, it's likely his not-boyfriend would let him get away with moaning and writhing and whining, it's not like that's bad to listen to, but Aizawa wants to do this. He's more than capable of it. But the only thing he can think to blurt out, rushed and breathless, is:]
T-they-- fuck-- they think I'm star struck for All Might--
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Shouta-- [And he's precious, good god, he can't make noises like that and then lean in close like that, vulnerable, trusting Toshinori with his body for no reason other than he wants to. He's cute, and Toshinori tilts his head to pepper his face with kisses, short and sweet, saccharine at the same time he rubs his thumb from the tip down the length of him in one motion. The advantages of big hands continue...]
Are-- haha, are you? [He's whispering now, because he kind of wants an honest answer at the same time he just wants to hear Aizawa's control crumble.] Or do you just like me?
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Fuck!
[Not an answer. Think, and he sucks in a deep breath, his hips snapping forward more urgently.]
Y-you-- just you--
[He doesn't hate All Might, but he isn't dazzled by him either. It's Toshinori he likes, adores, is utterly smitten with, Toshinori and his optimism, his unrelenting cheer in face of Aizawa's dourness . . . really, Toshinori had called it before: Aizawa does like loud, bright people.
It doesn't take too long before he feels his finish coming on: a low heat in the pit of his stomach, his breath coming in short bursts, hips stuttering-- he ends up ducking his head down, moaning against Toshinori's ear as three hard waves hit him.]
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Just you. God, but if that isn't music to his ears. Toshinori kisses his face again, squeezing his hip hard enough to leave another bruise and murmuring something nonsensical and comforting in his ear; it isn't even words, just sounds-- Just you, Aizawa says, and Toshinori could listen to him stutter and moan forever.
He keeps his hand against him after he's finished, pressing once or twice and delighting silently in the way his hips tremble for it. He is-- very much aroused, it's been obvious this whole time, but somehow he's resisted the urge to flip Aizawa down to the couch and grind against him until he's satisfied. There's maybe thirty seconds left of that, though.
Aizawa's face is by his ear, so Toshinori shifts to kiss his hair, soft and affectionate.]
I like you too. [Dork... good thing he brought a change of clothes.]
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[That comes out a little more gruffly than he means it to be, and tips his head, turning to catch him in a soft, exhausted kiss.]
Ah . . . good.
[That's better. He can feel his eyes growing heavy, but he's not such a thoughtless jerk he'll leave Toshinori with nothing at all. Biting back a yawn, he squirms a little, wriggling his hips and pushing his ass down. Do you want that, Toshinori? Would that be good for you?]
Your turn. Tell me-- [whoops, another yawn] --tell me what you want.
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If his boy would hold back his yawns for ten minutes, that'd be great. Toshinori has been on edge all day and aroused since he first had Aizawa up against the wall, so-- it won't even take that long! Don't sleep!]
The same-- Your hands.
[Just touch him a little, please, he'll be brief.]
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Mm. But while it had been fantastic to be perched in Toshinori's lap and jerked off, to try the opposite seems clumsy and irrational. Instead, Aizawa slowly edges backwards, climbing off his lap and jerking his head.]
On your bed.
[Way better that way, right? Plus, he gets to see Toshinori all laid out for him.]
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And we're back with another episode of who even has icons for this?
wish we did! Wish we had something even remotely close! and yet here we are
i think the shocked aizawa face is very appropriate
well i'm glad you think that cuz you're gonna love this one
narrator voice: she did
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