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☆ little steps meme
☆ affectionate physical contact meme
☆ picture prompt also acceptable but link them so it's tidy
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☆ melodrama is ultimate tier
★ SHIPPING AND FILTHY THINGS:
☆ non-fluffy relationship types I'm down for: codependent, master/servant power imbalance type ships, "we're bad for each other but worse for anyone else," other things I am failing to think of tbh
☆ things I won't rp: noncon (includes "dubcon"), incest, tsundere shit if your tsundere is just verbally abusive, gratuitous torture porn, you'll probably have to ask me about harder kinks and they will vary by character
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[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.]

[At least Toshinori didn't wake him up at sunrise, although the sunrise may as well have given up and gone home, unable to contest the way Toshinori beams at Aizawa the moment he steps into view. There he is! The boyfriend! The boyfriend in his shirt and looking so tousled and wonderful!!

Toshinori greets him with a plate of irresistible fluffy pancakes instead of talking his ear off for once, leaning down to kiss his forehead and mumble a proper "good morning" before he veers back to the stove. Hello! Boyfriend!!]

Didn't you bring something over last night?

[Like, loving this other look, but there's an abandoned duffel bag somewhere in this apartment, tragically ignored in favor of getting it on.]

I thought you liked me in your clothes.

[He's coherent enough for affectionate teasing, at least. That kiss helped. The pancakes help too, and he nods in thanks.]

You seemed to like it last night.

[He takes another bite. It's possible he's smiling around his fork. Stranger things have happened.]

[Cute... ugh, he's too much. Toshinori gives him another wide smile and wiggles a spatula at him.]

I did and do! But you can't go out like that, and your uniform is...

[Somewhere around here? It's lying pathetically under the coffee table, most likely.] Well, you know what I mean.

[Let him live! Maybe he will go out like this, maybe he'll just wander around Probably-Tokyo with nothing but his boyfriend's shirt on--]

So I'll put on my spare when I get ready. I'm taking a shower.

[They'd rinsed off, sure, but that isn't exactly clean. He's a gross hobo, but he's a gross hobo with some standards.]

I'll come out here naked next time, would that be better?

[Can he walk to the shower all by himself--]

Not when the stove is on. [says Toshinori, who is making pancakes shirtless. He can afford a nip-burn if he screws up real bad, which is the important difference here.]

How are you feeling?

Fine.

[There's days where that might come off as brusque. Today, it's a simple but genuine answer, as he finishes off the first pancake. A beat, and he answers:]

Sore. But not painfully so. I'll feel it tonight, but it won't hinder me from patrol.

[Should he answer emotionally? Probably. But that seems such a vast and complicated question for nine in the morning.]

[Baby... that's so... he wants to hear those feelings! Give him the feelings!!]

That's hero dedication for you! [but also the emotions] When are you planning on going out?

[what are emotions we just don't know . . . but he gets up, coming to stand next to his gloriously shirtless boyfriend, humming softly at the proximity and warmth.]

Soon. I'm due at the internship at noon, but I want to get there early. You're patrolling tonight?

well i'm glad you think that cuz you're gonna love this one

narrator voice: she did

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