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[And there goes Aizawa, falling apart the exact way Toshinori hoped he would-- It's hot, the way he trembles against him, rolling his hips in Toshinori's lap and hardly able to string words together. Face flushed and body warm, his hair a mess-- he'll be thinking about this moment for days to come whether he tries to or not. Needless to say, his productivity is shot.

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.]

Obviously.

[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.

[Don't sleep, not yet-- squirming in his lap is quite good for him, and he pushes up against him with a soft noise. He could definitely get off like this, but that seems too silly, even for him.

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.]

[He could sleep for a thousand years . . . but no, he's forcing past the immediate post-sex haze and waking up a little more. It helps when Toshinori pushes up, that definitely gets him to wake up a little.

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.]

[Aizawa is trying to escape into sleep even faster, he sees how it is... No, no, he's definitely down to go back to his bed. He pushes himself up and reaches for Aizawa's hand, tangling their fingers together to lead the way to the bedroom.

He is at least quiet, although he's still beaming, so that patented Toshinori exuberance is still coming through. Turning around to sit and scoot back onto the bed a little is as far as he goes before he looks at Aizawa very pointedly, waiting for him to direct Toshinori around as much as his thirsty heart desires. Maybe he'll even make a villain face at him, hmm!! That's exciting.]

[He doesn't move him right away. Why would he? They've got all night, a fact that's as terrifying as it is exhilarating, and so he's going to take his time just staring.

And jesus, but what a sight: Toshinori is almost offensively attractive as he sits there, boxers straining and expression needy and affectionate both. Aizawa stares openly, flushed a little, honestly caught on how sculpted his body is, how incredibly fit he is, skin shining with sweat and his hair in his eyes, fucking hell.

He realizes, somewhat belatedly, that he's been doing nothing but staring for a solid half a minute.]

Further--

[He has to clear his throat before he mutters that, and covers for it by shoving at Toshinori's shoulders, bullying him into resting against the headboard. He settles between his legs, and for a moment hesitates.]

Just my hands?

[Oh, he's just-- he's just going to stand there and look at him, alright. Toshinori grins at him again, fingers curling against the bedspread, eager and flushed. He could just drag Aizawa over to him, kiss him breathless, press against him-- one day he'll do just that, but today is different. Today, the first time, he wants Aizawa to help him set the pace-- and, yes, he's really turned on by Aizawa taking control, that's been true since the first time Aizawa yanked him around with his capture cloth.

So just staring at him doesn't harsh his buzz at all-- quite the opposite, in fact, and he chuckles but moves willingly when Aizawa pushes him back to the headboard. Just his-- oh--]

Well-- [Well, if he's offering, and the way he looks at him is mesmerizing-- Toshinori reaches for him, touching his cheek with his fingertips and smoothing his thumb over his lips.] --If you want to.

[Well, he has no earthly idea of what he's doing or how to do it, but he was lost the instant Toshinori brushed his thumb against his lips. In a moment his mouth drops open, his head tipping down to take his finger past his lips properly, and yes, that decides it: he wants Toshinori looking at him like this the entire time.

Carefully, his stomach pitching with nerves but his hand steady, he tugs at his boxers. This is, he thinks faintly, the opposite of not having sex. This isn't even toeing the line, this is leaping over the line, this is actual proper sex-- and maybe they shouldn't, but he's so tired of denying himself what he wants based on what's proper. They keep saying they should wait, but if they both want it, why bother?

The hemline drags lower, catching-- and then down, and finally Aizawa can't resist, his eyes darting down, and oh jesus, he really is that big. He really, really is big, and oh, boy, but that's-- that's going in his mouth in about three seconds, which is a good thing, yes, but also slightly intimidating. He's man enough to admit that.]

Ah--

[Well. He won't get anything done if he keeps hesitating, right? Besides: it's heat and wetness and pressure, and god knows Toshinori is worked up already. He'll be fine, he thinks, or at least he can fake it, and with that semi-worrying thought he finally ducks down, wrapping his lips around the head of his cock with a moan.]

[For his part, Toshinori remembers each time they pointedly decided not to have sex, and yes, this is definitely sex-- but the second Aizawa takes his finger into his mouth, Toshinori has more or less completely changed his mind. That sends a rush of heat straight between his legs, and it's almost painful how long it takes his boxers to come off.

Aizawa looks, ah, nervous though-- Toshinori has never been politely sheepish about the size of his dick, but like, babe--]

Shouta-- [He only has to do this if he really wants to, he's ready to say again, but Aizawa ducks down and takes him in his mouth before he can finish the thought, and abruptly he forgets having the thought at all. His mouth is wet and hot, and the image of him between Toshinori's legs with his mouth around him is-- god, he needs more than just that, and it takes all of his self control not to thrust up into his pretty mouth then and there. He lets out a groan, sliding his fingers into Aizawa's hair and gripping hard.]

[Fuck, fucking hell fuck but this was a good idea, this was a great idea for so many different reasons, but right now the way Toshinori grabs his hair certainly ranks up there. He moans at that, loud and lewd, his eyes closing tightly as he arches his back and grinds down on the bed. He'd just come, but he's only eighteen; it doesn't take long before he's going to be ready for more.

Still: for all his eagerness, he goes slowly. He's logical about it, carefully dragging his tongue against the head of his cock, beneath it, noting how it feels, what it is that Toshinori responds best to. And only once he's satisfied does he lower his head just a little, a slow slide as heat fills his mouth and his mouth is forced open wider.]

[Of course he's slow, of course he's maddening about it, that's exactly what Toshinori expected of him after all that teasing, all those knowing grins. And it's an extra thrill, another completely base feeling in the pit of his stomach to see Aizawa grind down against his bed, his bed, with Toshinori's cock in his mouth-- Jesus.]

Shouta, you-- [He can't get out more than that, gasping as Aizawa takes more of him into his mouth. His eyes flutter closed before he forces them open again, to watch, to memorize the picture before him. His hips tremble with the effort to stay on the bed, hold tightening in his hair as another kind of outlet. Aizawa is-- for a brief moment Toshinori wonders, a flash of thought, if he'll try to take all of him into his mouth, and he groans again at the thought. For now he reaches out his other hand to touch his cheek affectionately.]

Good--

[Good. Keep it up? He's got nothing else, but that's probably a compliment in itself.]

[Oh, good, he's doing well. That's always nice to hear, he thinks vaguely, dizzily, a little delirious thanks to what he's doing. His toes curl, and he leans into that sweet touch for just a moment before ducking his head down, moving a little faster.

There's no way he's going to take all of him, not this first time, but at least he's enthusiastic around what bits he can manage. His fingers curl in the blankets as he reaches his limit, the head of his cock nudging against the back of his throat once, twice-- and then up again, down, his movements still agonizingly slow.]

Hmmm?

[Toshinori's so fond of talking, after all. So . . . talk.]

[Aizawa now holds the record for the slowest anyone has given head, ever-- Toshinori still groans, despite or perhaps because of it, practically a whimper after he takes in as much as he can and pulls agonizingly slowly away. Then he hums, fuck, and Toshinori can think of little else besides his mouth, wet heat and tight pressure, sliding over him with such logical care that he's dizzy from it. Even the slightest shift is enough to make his hips twitch, wondering just how much he could get away with fucking his mouth without Aizawa getting pissed off about it--

But he's supposed to talk, and yes, he's still into it. But-- thinking of the words, like this, ah-]

You're-- you're good at this, really good, I-- [He squirms, biting his lip on the edge of a moan, but he is talking--] I-I took a shower when I got home, and I-- I thought about you, taking a shower this morning... Nn-- not as good as having you for real.

[Date 2.5 romantic activity: tell him you thought about him when you jerked it in the shower.]

[Maybe it's not romantic, but it is hot. Thrilling, too, though he listens to that admission with just a touch of disbelief. It's hard to imagine Toshinori, golden boy and all-around beloved ex-student, lusting after someone like him so much so that he simply had to get his feelings out one way or another.

But he wouldn't lie. And so Aizawa lets the information sink into him, really truly picturing it: Toshinori, panting and open-mouthed, skin slick and his expression needy, fingers wrapped around himself-- god, why haven't they fucked in the shower yet? That seems a grave oversight, Aizawa thinks dizzily, ignoring the fact he's the one who insisted they not have sex yet.

But it's easy to ignore logic like that. It's easy to give into nothing more than lust, to bob his head a little faster and whine in pleasure, grinding his hips down into the bed as he imagines what else they might get up to. His eyes dart up, focusing on Toshinori, the way the muscles in his stomach tense as he jerks against the bed, the way he looks so distracted--

His hips twitch, his cock pushing just the slightest bit into Aizawa's mouth, and he abruptly decides that's perfectly all right. One hand grips Toshinori's hip, tugging him upwards-- again, do that again.]

[Oh-- oh, fuck, Aizawa pulls on him and Toshinori lets out a breathy laugh, almost sheepish-- though that's hard to do when Aizawa is encouraging him to fuck his mouth. That's-- god, it's not even like they waited that long, but he has the distinct impression that every time they try to hold themselves back, they shouldn't have bothered in the first place. Could be the thirst talking--

But he's not going to complain about it. He pushes his hips up into his mouth slowly, as agonizing as it is not to move faster, but he doesn't want to choke him-- this time, provides the part of him that's absolutely mad with lust, maybe another time Aizawa will take all of him in hi mouth, lips swollen and mouth aching, giving him that desperate, filthy look--

Next time. He'll make a to-do list if he has to, next time they can fuck in the shower and the kitchen and on the couch, any available surface. His thought loops back to the kitchen, this morning, and he would really like to know...]

Did you-- [Asking questions as he rolls his hips up faster, grip tight in Aizawa's hair--] This morning, when you took a shower, did-- did you think about me?

[Just, like, give him a hum.]

[He could hum, it's true. He's quite enjoying where he is right now, with Toshinori's cock slowly slipping into his mouth, a deliciously inexorable force that makes him moan and grind his hips down again, needy in a way he's never felt before. He could hum and look up through his lashes and give Toshinori something to really think of during his next shower, but why settle for that?

The plan is-- was-- to lift up. He'd lift up and wrap his fingers around his prick and drawl out that yes, Toshinori, yes, he'd thought of him, did he want to know specifics? He'd sound really indifferent and smooth and cool, and Toshinori would gape down at him and privately think he was one of, if not the, best boyfriends he'd ever have.

There are two problems to that thought.

The first is that he just thought the word boyfriend with absolutely no hesitation, which is something they really need to discuss at some point, but that certainly sends a thrill of panic through him.

The second is that Toshinori is, well, All Might. And when he has a grip on something, he isn't inclined to let go. Aizawa tries tipping his head back just a little, experimental, and finds there's absolutely no give. Toshinori's hips are pumping up faster now, a quick rhythm that leaves him panting, swallowing desperately to try and compensate--

--and so all Aizawa ends up doing is emitting a noise somewhere between a hum and a raw, needy moan, the noise ragged and wet, sloppy in the best possible way. His head tips back down, his eyes closing tightly as he tries to sink down lower-- because this is hot, this is really hot, the way his mouth is so full. Wildly he wonders what would happen if Toshinori just kept pulling down, forcing him to take it all, Christ--]

[Oh, yes, well, an actual conversation about Aizawa's shower habits wasn't on the table until later, not in the middle of this. Toshinori is close, barely made it this long and now Aizawa is moaning around him, his mouth hot and wet, jesus-- His grip in Aizawa's hair doesn't let up; he can bob down all he wants, that's hot, and he rocks up a little further, pushing the limits of how far he can go.]

Shouta-- [he breathes it out, practically reverent, and groans harsh and needy. All this, and the mental image of Aizawa slinking off to the shower, keeping himself quiet with his cock in his hand not ten feet away from Toshinori making breakfast, god-- he wants every detail, wants Aizawa to breathe each word hot in his ear while his fingers slide over his cock - one more thing for next time, he thinks.

So those sounds, desperate as they are, are more than enough for him in place of any actual words. Toshinori could push his head down, easily, he thinks about it-- but there's simply not enough time before he finishes after a few erratic thrusts, free hand covering his face with a whine. This definitely qualifies for best boyfriend ever status, maybe they can... talk about that.]

Shouta... [ah.] I-- you--

[Ha ha, sorry babe?]

[Much like before, what he imagines doing and what actually happens are at a dissonance. He wants to swallow effortlessly, or maybe just enough to leave a little in his mouth, just enough to get Toshinori all riled up again right after he'd finished. He wants to crawl up his body and rest atop him and be smug and distant and cool, the picture of experience and maturity towards this man who so clearly has done this before.

What happens is that his mouth fills very, very quickly, and his reflexes kick in before his conscious mind does-- which means that he sputters, jerking back, swallowing what he can and sputtering and spitting out what he can't. It ends up on his hand, and with a little grimace he wipes it on his leg, ignoring his own embarrassment. His mouth twists-- it's not necessarily an unpleasant taste, but it's also not one he wants to linger-- and he pretends that he'd meant to do all that.

Totally cool.

At least Toshinori's still got his hand over his face.

He scrubs his wrist over his mouth again, then sits back, looking at Toshinori just a bit uncertainly. Was that all right? He won't be an absolute infant and ask, he's embarrassed himself enough already, but then again, surely it was fine. Toshinori finished with a whine, surely that was fine.

Is he fine? His boxers feel wet, he concludes after a moment, and he'd like a shower, but . . . he feels short of breath, but there's no great emotional upheaval. He'd finally had sex, well done him, and there really isn't much difference between virginal Shouta Aizawa and experienced Shouta Aizawa.

Huh. Interesting.]

Warn me next time.

[He says it with a wrinkle of his nose. Vaguely, he wonders if Toshinori realizes he'd just been his first. That seems like something he'd be soppy over? And speaking of soppiness, they should probably talk about their relationship status . . .

Or he could just sort of stiffly lie on the bed, that's an option too.]

[To a point, Toshinori is aware of Aizawa's, ah, less than elegant reaction. He can hear him sputter and quite literally feel him pull away, but mercy ensures that he doesn't look at him until Aizawa has... settled himself a little, peering at him from between his fingers. He's flushed all over and all of him still feels just a little too sensitive for comfort, but, mm--]

Haha, I know, I'm sorry...

[He'll be soppy soon enough; in record time, once he catches his breath, since he's already reaching for Aizawa to pull him close to his chest. They should get cleaned up, or talk, or both, but maybe in a few minutes. He's still breathing hard, so let him start with cuddling.]

Are you okay? C'mere.

[Oh, hello. He's drawn inexorably towards Toshinori, stiff for an extra few seconds until he can convince his body to relax. He's hot and messy and wildly uncertain, but being pressed so close feels . . . nice. Comforting, in a way he hadn't expected.

Tentatively, he curls a hand around his hip, fingers brushing against his skin. The steady, slightly quick rise and fall of Toshinori's chest is assuring, and he closes his eyes.]

I'm fine.

[Is he? He keeps checking in with himself, certain there ought to be some sort of emotional fallout, but so far, nothing.]

That was . . .

[Hm.]

I liked that.

[Yes. Worth the time and effort spent, and then some. He squirms a little, fitting in closer.]

[They're probably too warm and sticky to stay like this comfortably for very long, but Toshinori is delighted by the way Aizawa curls up against him automatically enough to deal with it. He wraps his arm around his shoulders, folding his other arm under his head with a content hum.]

So did I! [obviously....] I'm glad you came over again.

[And he's content to lie here like this for a while, sleepy and sated, giving Aizawa his much-needed rest until, okay - it's time to talk about it. He shifts to lie on his side and look down at Aizawa, brushing a lock of hair out of his face.]

You'll come over more, right? Just because I like spending time with you?

[He doesn't usually have to ask, but Aizawa is a lot more... headstrong than the more-or-less groupies he fooled around with in school.]

[He certainly gives it thought. His head tips to the side, dark eyes staring at Toshinori's face as he weighs the pros and cons.]

Not just because of that.

[Is what he finally comes up with, soft but no less certain because of it. One arm tucks beneath his head, the position oddly casual for how seriously he's looking at him.]

I'm not doing this just for your sake. I'll come over more because I want to, too. And not just for sex.

[He appreciates the thirst, don't get him wrong. He loves the thirst. He, too, thirsts. But he also can't handle being-- well. Being more or less a groupie, easily gotten and just easily tossed to the side, not maliciously but thoughtlessly.]

Do you want that? [. . .] Can you handle that?

[Oh-- Toshinori makes a face like he's going to speak immediately, without thinking-- but maybe he will give thinking a shot here. It's true that he likes Aizawa and doesn't only want to spend time with him for sex, but...

Can he handle that? It's not a question he's expecting, exactly, and so it's the one he has to stop and think about. There's his work to consider - they are both very busy, and it's dangerous work, but that shouldn't stop them.

He'll work out all those symbol of heroism for the country things later; maybe the symbol of peace has time to have a boyfriend! Who's going to tell him no! And he doesn't want another groupie.]

I-- yes. I don't only like you for sex... I want to date you! Properly!

Okay.

[Good. Who knows if it will work out, especially with Toshinori's double life, but at least their intentions are the same. That makes things a little easier. And though Aizawa has a faint idea of just how dangerous a life they lead, there are more than a few superhero couples. It isn't impossible.

The initial trick, he thinks, squirming forward to nose against the crook of his neck, is that Aizawa needs to keep pretending he's utterly indifferent towards All Might. Which, frankly, he is; he still doesn't agree with Toshinori's goals, but still. He's liable to openly stare if he thinks of it as his boyfriend out there, laughing and bellowing to the world that everything will be okay.

Ah . . . boyfriend.]

Is that what we're doing? Dating?

[It's a genuine question. Help him, Toshi-wan Kenobi, he's never done this before.]

[Ah, there's the bumbling Aizawa back again. Toshinori slips his other arm around him, sliding his palm up his back to rest between his shoulders and hold him close. The odds aren't really stacked in their favor, but it's not impossible-- and that's enough for Toshinori.]

That is what I'd like to be doing. [cute... his awkward boyfriend!!] What do you say?

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