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[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.

[Oh, oh, and while there's a part of him still flustered, it's hard to stay like that for long. Aziawa inhales and exhales slowly, his gaze growing hungrier by the moment.

Toshinori Yagi hovering above him is a very, very good look. Aizawa doesn't answer him for a moment, his fingers dragging lightly against his side, feeling the smooth slide of skin, the bumps of his ribs and the curve of his stomach.]

Yeah.

[Which means shedding that final layer between them, but after all they'd done, it doesn't feel like all that big a step. He's grinning as he wriggles his hips, tugging down his boxers. Hi. Come carry him to the shower, maybe? do it so he doesn't have to ask for it.]

[Ah, Aizawa can look at him like that as long as he wants, but finally getting rid of that last piece of clothing is also pretty good. Toshinori follows the movement of his hands pretty blatantly-- sure, he had a hand between his legs, but he didn't get to see...

And if the eyebrow wiggle he gives him is any indication, he's pretty pleased. 10/10, nice dick, babe. Now then, he ducks down to kiss him sweetly before casually climbing over him off the bed, and yes, sliding his arms under Aizawa's knees and shoulders to whisk him away to the bathroom.

It's a short walk, but he's as ridiculous as possible trying to kiss him and not bump into furniture the whole way. Aizawa is already familiar with his bathroom, lovely isn't it... Here's a new twist: Toshinori shifting to reach into the shower and turn on the water without even putting him down. It's not exactly carrying him with just one arm, but it's pretty close. Reminder that he is super jacked, like it was necessary.]

[He's pretty muscled himself, but he's nothing compared to Toshinori. Frankly, it's ridiculous how strong his boyfriend (his boyfriend!) is.

The trip to the shower had been one thing (thrilling, new, delightful, he'll never admit that he enjoyed it but he most certainly did), but Aizawa tenses when he releases him to turn on the shower. Surely he's going to drop him-- but no, apparently he can all but carry him with one arm. Apparently that's a thing he can do, and it's more of a turn-on than Aizawa would have expected. He makes a noise against his mouth, startled and pleased, and gasps as he pulls back to breathe.]

--god.

[He dives back in immediately, his kisses a little more frantic. They're sloppy things, barely landing, but it doesn't matter, not really. He wants his mouth on every inch of Toshinori.

But this would be even better if they were both soaking wet. He squirms again, twisting in his arms.]

Let go.

[They can't bang if he's being carried? Or, well. They probably can, Aizawa considers, and likely will, but still. At least part of this ought to be with both his feet on the ground.]

[They certainly can bang with Toshinori holding him up, and only with minimal extra effort, and Toshinori kind of wants to carry him around all the time just because he can, because Aizawa is six feet tall and nothing to scoff at but he's still the perfect carrying size for Toshinori— but okay, okay. He'll put him down this time.

After a few more kisses, grinning through most of them, hunching over to keep his mouth against Aizawa's even as he sets him down on the floor. The water is heating up, and it can do that at its own pace while Toshinori steals half a dozen more kisses, arm wrapping around Aizawa's waist to slide one hand snugly over his ass.

—But the shower, right. He nudges Aizawa to get in there first with a little ass pat, holding up a finger to just wait a second, just one... second...

He has to take off his fucking socks. Hang on. Those are brand name.]

[The whiplash of the look Aizawa had been giving him before-- lustful, affectionate, eager, clearly ready to yank Toshinori in close and pin him to the wall-- and the look he's giving him now-- disgusted, horrified, perturbed-- is breathtaking. With a pointed sigh he steps into the shower, stepping beneath the water-- and then, feeling as though that isn't enough, yanks at the curtain, closing it entirely.

So rude. But brand name socks that he kept on during sex is honestly worthy of being rebuffed, however briefly. And it gives Aizawa enough time to wash off sweat and come and get his hair wet, so it works out.]

[Okay, this is unfair!! This is Toshinori's shower! He makes a noise, indignant as he pulls off his second goddamn sock, and fumbles for the edge of the shower curtain.]

Shouta! [Does he pop his head through like a sexy horror movie? Yes. Hi, babe.] You didn't say anything earlier.

[In defense... of his socks - no one raised any complaints.]

I didn't know I had to. I would have thought you, like me, like any sane person, would have at some point taken off their socks before fucking their boyfriend for the first time.

[Technically, they haven't fucked, but whatever.

Still, he stares unimpressed at Toshinori. Earn your way into the shower, babe.]

[Baby, don't be like this... Toshinori wiggles an arm into the shower, reaching for him, wanting to tug him over and smooch his way into this shower.]

My-- [My Feet Get Cold, he's about to say, but maybe start with the second reason,] My hot boyfriend distracted me! Shouta! Come on!

[Resist this face!!]

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