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[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!!]

[He literally can't help but stumble over, but it's worth it. Before Toshinori can try and convince him with kisses, he ducks in, fingers wrapping tight around the back of Toshinori's neck, keeping him in place as he slots their mouths together.

It's a rough kiss, firmer and hotter than before, ending with a harsh bite to his bottom lip. He'd had fun letting Toshinori take the lead before, but now he's craving a different kind of fun.

Or, well. Perhaps two different kinds. He wants to dominate, yes, completely and totally, and he has a feeling Toshinori wants that as well. But he also wants them to fight at some point, to see how well they can compete against each other, Toshinori's raw strength and Aizawa's cleverness . . . maybe they ought to just spar, and go from there.

God. He can't imagine how fun sparring with Toshinori would be. Getting to best him, being bested by him, pinning him to the ground and watching him be forced to submit . . . god.

He's panting as he breaks off the kiss, his mouth wonderfully sore.]

Come here already.

[Aizawa stumbles but it's Toshinori who's surprised, a delighted-yet-startled kind of hum escaping him when Aizawa bites his lip. Oh, yes, that's very good, he's definitely into that, leaning eagerly into his mouth with another insistent tug. A spar would be all well and good, sure, but right now he's excited enough to be commanded into a complete switch. Here and now, Aizawa can tell him exactly where he wants him, sure--

Just like that, leaving him breathless and flushed, and Toshinori tugs the curtain open properly to join him in the shower without any more dumb banter about his stupid socks. He takes a second to slick his hair back, keep it out of the way- sorry if that's too All Might, but it is what it is- before his hands are on Aizawa again, skimming over each and every muscle on the way to his hips and settling there.

He gives them a nice little squeeze. Hi.]

Want me to pick you up again?

Hmm . . . soon.

[Yes. Very much so, but first he wants to do this, which is turn them both, pushing Toshinori up against the bathroom wall. He lands with a satisfying thud, hot skin against cold tile, and Aizawa settles his hands on his shoulders, pushing lightly in order to keep him there. It's more so he can say he did it than because he has any real concrete plans here, but--]

I want you to fuck my mouth.

[An idle thought, his tone almost comically speculative. His hands slide down, dragging over pectorals, over his shoulders, against the bulge of his arms, feeling up every bit of him languidly. Mine, and his neck is still covered in dark bruises that all but sing he belongs to Toshinori, but it's a possessiveness that runs both ways.]

At some point. And . . . I want you to put your mouth on me. I want to see you on your knees.

[Make no mistake: he's still flushed. It's not exactly easy to say all this. But there's determination in his gaze as well, because he does want all that.]

But mostly, right now, what I really want is for you to fuck me. Can you?

[It might be a real question, but it most certainly comes out like a challenge. He leans his weight forward, grinning faintly. Yes, poor Toshinori had just come a little while ago, but what's being in your early twenties for if not amazing stamina?]

[Toshinori offers no resistance whatsoever, captivated as he is by Aizawa taking control. He's hardly pinning him to the wall-- that'd be nice, very nice even, but he's only conversationally bringing up fucking his mouth while his hands rove over Toshinori's body and fuck, if that isn't somehow even hotter. Even flushed and clearly at least a little out of his element still, Aizawa's, ah... drive to get what he wants still does it for Toshinori.

He's just gotten off, true, but hot hands on his skin and Aizawa looking up at him hungrily are more than enough to make up for the - couple minutes between then and now.]

I'll remember the rest for later, [he mumbles, cupping Aizawa's face in both hands to tilt his head back and kiss him hard, messy and claiming. All his, and with the bruises and desire for more to prove it; Toshinori wants him breathless and begging, see if he can't turn him from demanding to pleading by the time he's through--]

You should be up against the wall-- [And he will be shortly, maybe after a break to rummage unromantically through his medicine cabinet for literally anything lubricating, considering-- and that will have to wait for Toshinori to slide his hand down Aizawa's side and then inward, palming against him.]

Okay?

[Okay, can he do that one, boss? Toshinori kisses him again, gripping him harder and pushing off the wall to spin them around.]

[He doesn't have the breath or the wherewithal to pull back enough to answer in the affirmative. The way he surges up and lifts a leg to hook around Toshinori's hip ought to do the trick; if not that, the way he bucks his hips forward, thrusting shamelessly into that tight grip. Yes, oh, yes, that's okay, that's perfectly fine, his hands running over slick skin, against his shoulders, one hand raking through his hair so he can be sure to keep him pressed close.

The shower wall is cold, icy tile sending a shiver up his back, and he presses forward, straining against the grip Toshinori has on him in order to stay flush against him. Breaking for breath, he dives back in, biting at his bottom lip-- and then lower, his jaw, his neck, eager to see if he can leave a few dark marks of his own.]

You've--

[There, just a little too high, because it's one thing for anyone to see his bruises, but he'd be satisfied if All Might had to answer a few awkward questions of his own.]

--d-done this before. Yes?

[It's not a request for assurance. Just a question, as he thrusts his hips forward again.]

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