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T-then--

[He'd had a retort, but then Toshinori just lets him go and Aizawa has to worry about falling. Which he doesn't, not a bit, not wedged up against the wall as he is, but it's still a giddying feeling. Everything about this is giddying; he tips his head up, giving Toshinori as much room as he needs, rolling his hips forward in needy little motions as if that might help things any.]

Then you're going to have to teach me. Think you're up to it?

[That's most definitely a taunt, as he squeezes his legs tight around Toshinori's hips and thrusts forward again. More.]

Mmhmm, [he hums again, more enthusiastically, pressing his tongue against his latest mark on Aizawa's neck. Yes, hell yes, he'll teach him everything he knows -- which is probably less than Aizawa thinks, but still more than nothing, so it's quite good enough. He hooks his arm securely around Aizawa's waist again to pull them flush together, turning; Aizawa has to be pinned to a different wall for him to reach his medicine cabinet, which he fumbles with blindly until he finds what he's looking for. Lesson one: lube.

Lube in a minute or so-- he fumbles around again to put the bottle in a cute and All Might brand shower caddy, then squeezes both of Aizawa's hips to grind against him.]

Are you up to it?

[Lube right now, why is it being pushed aside-- oh, and that's why, and that grinding is fantastic, it makes sparks shoot behind his eyes, but still. No matter how good Toshinori grinding up against him is (and it's good, it's very good, his cock throbbing and hard, sliding slickly against him and leaving him whining softly), he wants to keep going.

Because it hasn't been all that long, but it's been long enough. He's had more than enough time to imagine how it would feel to have Toshinori sinking deep into him, stretching him open and making him gasp from how good it felt. He's imagined how he would look, staring at him with those pretty blue eyes, hot and hungrily watching him, drinking in his every reaction-- and then when he started moving . . .

So stop teasing.]

Of course I am.

[He frowns as he says it, squirming pointedly.]

I'm more than ready for it, Toshinori, come on--

[Little does Aizawa know, his impatient reactions just extend the amount of time Toshinori will keep teasing him... He can't resist; the anticipation of pushsing inside him, hot and tight and making him dizzy with pleasure makes his cock twitch, pressed against Aizawa's hip, and he grinds again a little more languidly to keep himself from going off the deep end. He'd never live it down if he just rutted against him like this until he finished, but that much desperation would be hot enough, Aizawa's voice in his ear begging him to fill him up instead--

Another day. Another one for the list, which he might honestly write down and pin somewhere just to watch Aizawa's face turn purple with embarrassment.]

I don't know, [he says, puncutated by another slow roll of his hips, shuddering; it's taunting himself as much as it is Aizawa, but it's part of the presentation, or--something. It's worth it, he swears. Another blind grope, letting go of Aizawa to keep him pinned to the wall again; one hand firm on his cock and the other picking up the lube that he put down for a whole thirty seconds, like a fucking fool. Okay.

He taps the cap on Aizawa's cheek. Hi. Here.] Give me a hand?

[Then he'll give him that dick, a fair trade.]

[He's flushed and shaking, his hips inching up to work against each teasing grind of Toshinori's hips. But he still manages a slight scowl as that lube taps his cheek, a little less fearsome and a little more petulant. Toshinori, though he'd ducked his head down to hide his face against the crook of his neck as he rutted against him again. He can't stand this for much longer (although oh, oh, it would be awful-terrible awful-wonderful if Toshinori worked him up and up until he was so desperate he'd do just about anything to be fucked, til he was whimpering and begging and those arrogant blue eyes were locked on him--).]

You can save a burning school, but you can't manage a bottle of lube on your own, hero?

[Not to say he isn't busy pouring a frankly enormous amount on his fingers (he's seen his dick, he wants all the preparation he can get and then some) (he has never done this and Toshinori is his first, god have mercy on him, he's going to have to spend all evening recuperating, or so he damn well hopes, because what's the point of fucking a superhero if not getting wrecked?).]

Go on.

You aren't burning.

[Well, in a metaphorical sense, he is a bit-- flushed and hot and aching for Toshinori, and that's good, oh, it's incredible to have Aizawa like this, dizzying to think about the things he could have him say or do just to be fucked, even more dizzying to remind himself that he will fuck him within the next minute. He doesn't fool around any longer with the lube, dragging slick fingers over his cock with a groan and a twitch of his hips as he tries fervently not to grind against Aizawa until he finishes on his stomach, no, no--]

Don't get too excited, alright?

[Somehow he manages to say it with a winning smile, like he's not about to go to pieces in an instant. He switches hands with truly Heroic alacrity, gripping Aizawa's ass hard with one to hold him steady and nudging him to look up so he can drag his thumb over his lips with an insistent press. Suck on his fingers, thanks, but also,] Don't bite down, either.

[Because a (comparatively) small (mostly) virgin going up against his dick for the first time might be in for more than he bargained for, and he needs his fingers uninjured. That's all the verbal warning he gives, though, before lining up his hips and sliding into him slowly, for both their sakes.

Fuck. Fuck shit fuck, he can see stars, eyes hungry and bright and locked on Aizawa, waiting—]

[Why, he has time to think, why the hell would I bite, because yes, he's going to be fucked, but he's also not an idiot. Fingers in his mouth, he won't bite-- suck, yeah, and his mouth had dropped open at that insistent press, lips wrapping around his thumb eagerly, he'll definitely do that, but bite? No.

And then suddenly there's heat and pressure pushing slowly but inexorably into him, stretching him open, and it's everything he wanted and then some, and oh, right, that's why he said that, because suddenly every inch of him is on fire and oh, god, oh, fucking shit fuck, it hurts in the best possible way, his legs shaking and his eyes gone so wide it's almost comical, and thank god his instinct was to drop his mouth open instead of bite down.

He whines something that might be his name, slurred and pleading, as he tries not to expire right on the spot as Toshinori sinks in deeper. But he'd better not stop, he'd better not pull out, because Aziawa is equal parts desperate and stubborn, and it feels so good.]

[See, Toshinori plans ahead, he's self-aware enough for that helpful warning-- And the brief few seconds Aizawa sucks on his thumb are excellent, a thrill shooting straight down his spine and then it's over, too soon - luckily the look Aizawa gives him, involuntary or not, more than makes up for it. He grins, but it's shaky with the (frankly, herculean) effort it takes not to rail him mercilessly into the wall without any time to get used to the feeling.

He kisses his face instead, the corner of his mouth and down his jaw, a wordless moan the only encouraging sound he can manage. That's it, more like that, begging for him as he presses in further, fuck--]

Shouta-- wow. [Wow, he says, not an ounce of his camera-ready eloquence left. Wow, and wow has never sounded so filthy, but Toshinori still doesn't say fuck.

But he doesn't need more inspiration than those needy, practically incoherent noises Aizawa makes to squeezes his ass rock his hips once, twice, getting up to something more steady and less trembling.]

[He's moaning out curses, whimpering nonsense, his mind honestly blank as all his brainpower is devoted to trying to survive this without actually splitting in half. Fucking hell, but at least whatever pain there had been at the start is beginning to abate, replaced by searing hot pleasure, leaving him panting wantonly around Toshinori's finger, his eyes gone glazed.]

Wait-- just--

[A minute, just a minute, nothing more, but let his poor body try and get used to this before he's fucked within an inch of his life. Aizawa squirms, his head ducked down again, panting harshly as he tries to get a coherent thought together.]

You're so big, Toshi--

[Is that a complaint or a compliment? Both, maybe.]

[Aizawa says nothing at all in all that noise- aside from a few choice swears- and Toshinori is all but mesmerized by it, lips against his face, his neck, breathing too hard to focus on anything besides holding Aizawa up and fucking him. Pressure and heat, fucking hot, so tight around him that he's still trembling--

And Aizawa says wait, and it's like a bubble pops and lets the rest of the world back in just in time for... well, for an accurate assessment, at least. He can't help but laugh. Yeah, he's huge, he knows.]

'Toshi'? [aww, babe] I like it--

[Please, keep calling him Toshi forever, thanks. He drops his hand from Aizawa's mouth to his cock, wrapping around him and stroking generously, since he's been put on pause for the next, hmm, ten seconds if he has his way--]

Okay?

[He grunts irritably-- stop, stop taking advantage of his weakness, he's incapacitated and can't be held responsible for what he says, and honestly it's not a nickname, it's an inability to say his full name because he's being fucked by a man who is over seven feet tall-- and wriggles around, his panting slowing just a fraction.

It takes him another minute or so. That firm grip around his cock helps; he closes his eyes, savoring that pleasure, feeling his muscles slowly relax one by one.

Yeah. Yeah, okay, that's--]

Yeah--

[He opens his eyes again.]

Okay. You-- I--

Come fuck me.

[No, it's adorable and he loves it, he'll insist on it if he really has to. A minute is agonizing, but he holds as still as he can besides his hand and ducking down to kiss at Aizawa's face again, soft and affectionate while he gets his bearings.

It's a very goddamn long minute, toes curling against the shower tile, moving his other hand to grip Aizawa's hip--]

You're so-- romantic, Shouta-- [He's teasing, he is, he loves that demand as much as he loves that not-a-nickname.

But because he asked so nicely and Toshinori just as desperate-- great! He thrusts his hips further, now working up to a steady pace, fingers still wrapped around Aizawa's cock. He's generous.]

[Do they have neighbors to worry about? Almost certainly. Is he too gone to care? Absolutely. Aizawa's head slams back, and oh, shit, but that will almost certainly leave a bump, but it doesn't matter, he's seeing stars because each thrust of Toshinori's hips is leaving him crying out raggedly.]

T-Toshi-- Toshi--

[It's a nickname that's going to stick, clearly, as he whines it out again and again, legs wrapping tighter around his hips. It's not going to take long at all, but that's just fine, he'll happily be fucked like this all night, coming once or twice or ten times, this is fantastic.

But far be it for him to just babble and enjoy the ride. He darts forward, kissing him again, more affectionate than he means to be. It's just that this feels so good, yes, but more than that, it's so dizzying to be doing this with him. It's dizzying to be so close to him, to know that they're not going to part for hours, that this isn't just a one-time thing, but a pleasure that they'll share time and again.]

I'm almost--

[Jesus, Aizawa-- Toshinori makes a noise, briefly concerned about him whacking his damn skull on the wall, babe-- but apparently he's okay, so besides that sputter, he isn't deterred.

He groans, knuckles white on his hip, rocking into him more quickly and drinking in the feel of him, every sound he makes and breathless utterance of that nickname-- Toshinori has had sex before, yes, fucking in the shower is not exactly groundbreaking, but he's fallen so hard so fast into this relationship that it most definitely is. It's Aizawa, kissing him so goddamn sweetly he whines against his lips, that's what he craves, more--]

Shouta--

[He'll make fun of him for coming so quickly later, for sure, but right this moment he just wants to feel all of Aizawa shudder around him, pressed close to him, unraveling from pleasure. Fuck, but if that isn't incredible, Aizawa is incredible, and Toshinori can't find his voice to say as much so he kisses him again, hips and fingers pushing him closer to his peak, eager and somewhat needy. Of course he's even more turned on by Aizawa getting off. Like it's a surprise.]

[It's not at all a surprise, but it's still enormously sweet, and afterwards Aizawa will think about that. For now, he simply gasps at Toshinori, nails sinking in deep into his shoulders as he slides against the shower wall and feels his finish building up.

Not yet not yet please not yet, and it's amazing he still has the capacity for any kind of thought whatsoever, but of course he manages to think that. It can't be over yet, he doesn't want it to be over yet, Toshinori will come soon after him and it'll be done, but he can't stop himself from coming. It's just too much, too much heat, too much pounding pressure, too overwhelming and arousing to resist--

--so yes, he comes quick. He finishes in three harsh waves, spilling over his stomach and whining out all the while, til at last he slumps forward, nosing lightly against the other man.

Oh. Right. Toshinori still has to come too, doesn't he? Hmm.]

[Oh, and it's even better than the first time on the couch, being up close and pressed tight against Aizawa when he finishes. Toshinori lets go of his hip to wind his arm around his waist and hold him tight and secure, steady while he trembles and leans against him. The nails in his back sting, sharp pinpricks that contrast the heavy pressure around his cock, fuck--

Fuck. He ducks his head to nip at the marks already covering his neck, murmuring nonsense. It's so good, and he'll come soon, carry Aizawa back to bed and hold him until they go at it again, maybe soon or maybe in the morning, he isn't picky. The possibilities are truly endless.

But first, the rest of this. Toshinori won't deny that holding Aizawa up like this, hips snapping hard and fast while Aizawa is spent and slumped against him, is-- goddamn incredible. He wants to hold him and take care of him and fuck him until he can't speak all at once, closing his eyes and leaning their foreheads together as he thrusts faster, more erratically. He just wants to finish, grip around him tight and cock aching with how close he is--

There is some wait time, but it's not like Aizawa is doing anything else while Toshinori fucks him into the wall, so he'll live. When he comes it's with one arm braced heavily on the wall and a loud cry that definitely disturbs the neighbors, breathing hard through a few more trembling thrusts before he can even think of opening his eyes again.

So. Wow, again, but mercifully he's not coherent enough to do much more than give Aizawa a shaky smile.]

[He's in an exhausted haze for the first few seconds, but it's hard not to react when he's being fucked, even if it's in shuddering oversensitivity. He whines softly against his ear, little moans escaping him as Toshinori pins him flat against the wall and fucks him hard, and god, but if he could come again he would, he absolutely would, this is overwhelming in the best possible way, but--

--but fucking hell, he feels like he can't breathe as Toshinori pounds up into him, over and over, harsh thrusts that absolutely don't hold back. It isn't until he shouts and finally slows that Aizawa manages to inhale a shuddering breath, his vision spotted and legs shaking.]

. . . ah.

[That's what he manages after all that, a croaked out little acknowledgement. His ears have popped, he realizes, and he reaches, patting Toshinori's cheek gently.]

Good.

[Ah, yes, this is where Toshinori has laid his affections-- in a sleepy boy who pats his face and says "good" after sex like he's praising an overeager puppy, and okay, so that describes Toshinori adequately, but still! Good!

Good!!! Toshinori blinks at him once, twice, then shifts his hold on him to free a hand just so he can grab his face from under his chin, squishing his cheeks and shaking him just a little. Good, he says...]

Thank you, Shouta, [he says after a moment, still standing there... He's not sure if his knees have become jelly only capable of holding them both up in this precise position, likely to collapse if he moves at all-- and he still needs a moment to compose himself.

And they need to use this shower like a shower, in a minute, but he'll start with the arduous task of sliding out of Aizawa (which definitely makes his legs shake a little, good to know) and rearranging his arms to hold him more comfortably.

Good...!!]

[He lets out a little noise as Toshinori shakes him like an errant puppy, chiding but fond. Perhaps it's due, but honestly, he's exhausted, he can barely think, and it was a compliment.]

Stop being a brat.

[So huffs out the eighteen year old as he tries to shift his legs, readjusting his grip on Toshinori's hips and, perhaps, rid himself of some of the numbness there.]

You know what I meant. That was my first time, Toshinori, you can't expect me to be eloquent right now. What word should I have used?

Excellent, [is his instantaneous response, while he nuzzles against Aizawa and does nothing to help his excitable puppy image. Shocking absolutely no one, Toshinori is clingy after sex. Luckily he probably has another few minutes before Aizawa can stand without toppling over...]

Superb is fine, but it's close to super, and that would be a little too on the nose, right? Haha!

[Cuddle him, right here right now. He's thirsty for it.]

Shhh.

[Stop talking. Stop . . . stop being so bright and enthusiastic and earnest, please, though he tips his head and nuzzles right back against him, albeit with far less energy. But the affection is clearly there, revealed in the way he sighs and brushes his lips against his in sleepy, sweet kisses.]

Bring me to bed.

[No can do, he's wired and ready to cuddle right the hell now. He absolutely delights in those sleepy kisses, but still pulls back to shake his head.]

Rinse first, then bed.

[They've already wasted so much water, they might as well actually use some. "Rinse" here means Toshinori taking a few steps back to be under the water properly and sort of... rotate? He's not putting Aizawa down for this, that's the whole point.

He'll make it quick, at least, and put him down next to the sink to flop a towel over his head and get them both dry enough to not drip water absolutely everywhere. Does he chatter the whole time? Yes, about nothing, it doesn't matter. Then he scoops Aizawa up again and carries him back to bed, setting him down and immediately crawling in after him.

Now, the cuddling.]

[This, now, this is about his speed. There's only minimal resistance as he shifts to get into a better position, but Toshinori's bed is both enormous and soft, and he sinks into it with a sigh. Just because he can sleep in his sleeping bag doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy comfort when it comes his way.

And his boyfriend (his boyfriend, still a thought that comes with an exclamation point, delighted and shocked), it has that as well, all hard muscles and cool skin, pressed up close against him in a different way. He leans in, nosing lightly against his jawline, eyes closing.

He'll fall asleep in an instant if he lets him.]

[Hell yes, cuddling all the way to sleep is what Toshinori wants. He's wired, true, but it won't last more than five minutes- ten, tops- and he doesn't actually have anything he desperately wants to talk about just now. To have Aizawa curled up close with Toshinori's arm draped over him is enough; the quiet kind of intimacy he really thrives on.

So, they sleep. There's an alarm set for Toshinori's morning routine that he would have remembered to shut off if they hadn't attached to each other the moment Aizawa walked in the door, but luckily he'll smack it into silence before it beeps long enough to wake his adorable, sleepy boyfriend.

But he's still getting up, slipping away quietly to first put on some sweatpants, and second, make some truly delicious pancakes. Maybe Aizawa will wake up while they're still warm, too.]

[He doesn't even stir when that alarm goes off, but the pancakes call to him. Of course they do; even he, who sucks down those hideous protein packs like they're ambrosia, can't resist pancakes. He sits up with a yawn, stares at the wall stupidly for a long minute, trying to understand what it is he's feeling.

Well. Beyond sore, that is. That's a nice feeling. He blinks, hoists his legs over the side, and hunts around until he can find some boxers and some shirt of Toshinori's to wear. His phone is a wall of notifications, all from Hizashi, and he winces. spent the night with toshinori, he replies, and puts his phone on silent, perfectly aware he's about to get at least half a hundred messages.

Well rested, he muses as he emerges. That's the feeling. It's been a long while since he's slept for such a long period of time, so much so that his body is more than a little perturbed by it. Shoving a hand through his hair, he offers his boyfriend a very small wave.

It's too early to talk.]

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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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