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[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?

[Excuse you, he's not bumbling, he's new at this. But that hand feels nice, big and broad against his back, and he rolls closer, once more pressing up tight against him.]

Yeah.

[And just like that, he has a boyfriend. Hmm. That's . . . good, he thinks, and feels his stomach twist around in giddy excitement. Yes, good, definitely, and he tips his head forward, resting his face in the crook of his neck.]

This is going to be a disaster once Hizashi finds out. He already thinks I've got some kind of All Might fetish going on thanks to you.

[A boyfriend. Toshinori tilts his head down to grin against Aizawa's hair, thrilled and soppier than ever-- having a boyfriend is pretty nice! It's been all of thirty seconds, not including everything else, but having a boyfriend is great!!

And, ah, Hizashi...]

Haha, does he? Well... [No, no, he's rethinking this particular line of teasing already.] I can't exactly make myself shorter to convince him otherwise.

[Sorry babe, embrace the All Might jokes.]

Well what?

[Finish what you started, babe. Aizawa tips his head up, eyes narrowing. Finish what you started, but tread lightly, because he can and will kick your ass. Or at least snap at you? Tie you up? Who can say what might happen.]

[No, stop, that's cute but he's not supposed to piss off his boyfriend so quickly-!! Can he get away with going in for the cute forehead lean? He's trying.]

I mean, I am All Might! Is it really that bad if he thinks you have a crush on, you know, still me?

The word I used was fetish, Toshinori.

[The forehead lean is allowed, though. He even tips his head, nuzzling against him a little, too happy to really pick a fight.]

It's bad enough he might think I have a crush on anyone. But he thinks I have some kind of weird kink about it, that I went and found somebody who looks like him. Before you know it he'll buy me one of those action figures and some off-brand sex toy.

You have a boyfriend, Shouta, I think he'll know you have feelings for someone soon enough, whether or not it's... still me.

[Gotta emphasize that one last time. He can't go telling everyone his double life, but still - it's him! He's here!

That said--] For the record, there is no brand name sex toy. I have dignity as a hero!

[Quietly, he shelves the plan to give Aizawa an action figure...]

There's already a lot of off brand ones.

[He wishes he didn't know this, but he does. Such are the risks that come of your two friends being Hizashi and Nemuri. A beat, and then, his tone attempting for bland but just a little too amused to really sell it:]

At least now I can say they're not entirely accurate.

Of course they're not! [BABE... This makes him laugh, anyway, choosing to go on ignoring the implications of people buying red and blue plastic dicks in favor of rolling to hover halfway over Aizawa. A very aggressive hug tactic, to... you know...

It was something like "noogie him over the sex toy discussion," but now that he's here, that seems silly. He's just gotten off, but Aizawa in his bed all mostly-naked and tousled and sweaty is still very novel.]

Shower with me.

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