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☆ little steps meme
☆ affectionate physical contact meme
☆ picture prompt also acceptable but link them so it's tidy
☆ AU ideas: soulmates AU, reincarnation AU, Bad End AU, canon divergent/roleswap AU, dorky college AU, crossover AU, super indulgent high fantasy AU
☆ 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
☆ I don't have a kink list so pitch me an idea if u thirsty
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[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?

[Hmm, he'll accept standing nearby instead of emotions, for now. Maybe Aizawa can only talk about his feelings in the dark at weird hours-- he'll work it out. For now, Toshinori bumps his hip against him, lightly. Hello, darling.]

Same as last night. Are you coming back here?

[Eventually he'll have to go back to his dorm for school rule purposes if nothing else. But they can probably swing another night...!!]

Yeah.

[The honeymoon period will end sooner or later, he assumes, but they might as well enjoy it while it lasts. He turns, leaning against him, turning his head to nose at one bare arm. Hello Toshinori.]

Mm. Not in the shower again, though. Somewhere else.

[Fucking him, obviously. It's hard not to think of that when it's all they've done over the past day or so.]

[Hey, they also watched a movie the other day. Maybe they'll watch another movie tonight!! Who can say!

Either way, it's obviously going to become a pattern that they get distracted thinking about sex while the stove is on, so let Toshinori slide the last of the pancakes onto a plate and turn that... off. Perfect.]

You have a whole apartment to choose from! [Variety! Spicy! He wiggles a pancake, an entire pancake, in Aizawa's face. Why? Well.

Well here's a pancake, beautiful boy. That's it. Look at this pancake and not at the great effort it takes him to say this next thing without flinching--]

I want to go down on you first.

[Phew, dirty talk is so exhausting, is he blushing??]

[It's a little . . . something to hear, but in the best possible way. Something twists deep in his stomach, his sex drive sitting up and rapidly nodding. Yes, yes he wants that, he wants to see Toshinori on his knees, with his mouth full, sloppy and mouth swollen, god, please yes--

But first:]

Are you embarrassed?

[Aizawa, no!! Think about him on his knees instead-- that's just fine, he'll gladly drop to his knees in front of Aizawa without hesitation, take him into his mouth and feel the weight of him stretching his lips--

But there's just something about saying all that out loud. He's family friendly!]

Haha, I don't know what you mean!

You're blushing.

[Stop menacing your boyfriend, Shouta.]

You just fucked me in your shower last night. What on earth do you have to be embarrassed about?

[Ah, now he's embarrassed about being embarrassed. Good job, babe.]

Well, saying that kind of thing... I'm not used to it.

Can you even say fuck?

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