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☆ caught in the rain meme
☆ 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
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☆ I don't have a kink list so pitch me an idea if u thirsty
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Ah--

[A soft exhale, startled and pleased, because it's been ages since he's felt that. His mouth is hot, but more than that, it's affectionate. His mouth curves into a smile, one leg pushing forward to slip between Toshinori's until he can press one thigh upwards.

And it's sort of funny, because it's not that he thinks Toshinori is lying, or even trying to be nice, but nor is stunning a word he ever associates with himself. It's not a bad thing. He knows he doesn't put effort into his appearance, it's his own fault.

But here Toshinori is, thinking he is anyway.

With a sigh he drags a hand over his back, palm flat, feeling the notches of his spine, the warmth of his body.]

I'm surprised you think so after all this.

[After he was a massive dick, he means.]

[If Toshinori is magnificent, then Aizawa is stunning, plain and simple. He's muscled and fit, skin smooth and inviting, and Toshinori hums against the crook of his neck, faintly amused.

He just said this is what he wanted to do, and Aizawa is surprised by his word choice? Well, he'll have to convince him otherwise with a sharp nip to his collarbone.]

You've always been honest with me. [A kiss pressed to his shoulder, then he turns his head back in toward the hollow of his throat, breath hot against his skin.] Somehow, you got through to me when no one else could...

[Also, just look at him. Being a dick doesn't make him less physically attractive, sooo.]

Fuck--

[A soft curse, his toes curling and his leg pressing up insistently. He's going to leave a mark, but it doesn't matter, not really. He'll just have to remember not to take off his scarf next week. Don't they have a practical lesson? But ah, whatever, he'll worry about that later--]

I-it's easy when you're honest all the time--

[Except when you're logically rusing someone, but whatever.]

[Ah-- Toshinori chuckles, pressing against his thigh just slightly; at least one of them has to be mindful of his heart rate, and apparently that's going to be him, but he can still indulge a little. Leaving marks on Aizawa is indulging, too; he can't help but grin, kissing open-mouthed against his neck.]

Mmhmm. I like that about you!

[Chipper!!]

[Chipper, but it fits the mood right now, and so he's pleased rather than annoyed by it. He's squirming, more than a little turned on by those bites-- and, frankly, the fact that Toshinori knows exactly what he's doing and is doing it anyway.

It's nice to see him act in some other way beyond pure and morally upright.]

Not the only thing you like about me, clearly-- Toshi--

[Aizawa told him to start tonight, so here he is-- starting. He could spend the rest of the night just putting his mouth all over Aizawa's neck and shoulders and nowhere else, for as much as he's enjoying it. The way Aizawa squirms, the breathy way he sounds, skin heating up... he's so full of life, and that's the kind of thing Toshinori needs now, after everything.

His broken arm throbs dully as he maneuvers it out of the way to a somewhat awkward angle, making room for his other hand to flatten against Aizawa's chest and slide down, tracing muscle and the sharp angle of his hip, god-- It has been a while.]

I did just tell you how stunning you are. [Toshi, yes, that's very nice--] And you didn't agree, so I'm showing you.

E-efficiently, too--

[Efficient, yes, that's a sexy word for it, but he can't actually be bothered to try and think of dirty things to say. It's much easier to just squirm and push his hips forward against Toshinori. That's fantastic, a hard pressure that won't get either of them off, but at least feels dizzyingly good.]

If the students ask, I'm directing them to you.

[You know... for Aizawa, "efficient" probably is sexy, so he'll take it. He's not worried about word choice, at least, too distracted by the press of Aizawa's leg against him making him gasp against his throat.

Remember his delicate heart...]

Haha, I'm supposed to stay home on bed rest, remember?

[Maybe the perfect crime, but he has the perfect deflection anyway: it's just him yelling HA HA HA like always.]

You're in bed.

[But he slides his leg down, stilling his hips. Instead his fingers drag over Toshinori's body again, nails occasionally scratching.]

And I bruise easily. These will stay for a while.

And there are no students in my home.

[So Aizawa is either on his own at school or he should just stay here. Maybe he should take a day off, actually-- no, that's irresponsible, but it's a fun thought when those nails are pressed into his already overly sensitive skin.

But actually Toshinori's perfect solution is much simpler: leave marks lower, where students aren't going to see. It takes another moment of awkward fidgeting with his cast to move comfortably lower, mouth trailing kisses down to the center of Aizawa's chest.]

[Christ, and he hisses out another curse, his nails digging in deep as Toshinori trails his mouth downwards. He hardly expects him to do anything tonight, that would be overwhelmingly selfish-- but even the thought is enough to get him to flush. Toshinori above him, over him, mouth wrapped around him-- fucking hell, and he bucks his hips up involuntarily, pulling Toshinori even closer.]

You're going to get me worked up--

[he's already worked up.]

[As much as Toshinori would love to help himself to Aizawa, as it were, he should probably try to get through at least a day or so without his heart giving out-- sad, but that's the way this is going to go. Not before he's put his mouth all over Aizawa's chest, lips and teeth biting and soothing skin as he goes, but--

And he comes up for air just to raise an eyebrow at him, wow--]

What do you call this?

[Give him credit where credit is due!!]

Not as worked up as I could be.

[He won't deny he's absolutely turned on, but Toshinori can also turn him on a hell of a lot more. He takes the moment to shove one elbow beneath him, half-sitting up, just so he can view Toshinori a bit better.]

Keep going.

Picky!

[So picky. Not that Toshinori is deterred, far from it, bowing his head again to continue leaving a trail of kisses down lower, over his stomach. His navel gets its own affectionate little smooch, a punctuation mark in the middle of his messier, hungrier kisses; something saccharine, because that's what he likes.

Now then, past the navel, and... sideways, to pepper his hip with kisses and little bites.]

Ah, shit--

[A regretful little hiss, one hand shoving over his mouth as Toshinori ducks to the left. He's hard, straining against his boxers, and the look that Toshinori gives him isn't helping matters.]

I'm not picky-- that was a compliment.

[Well, he's been picky before, and Toshinori is counting those times. Those... various times. It's not important, not like the noises Aizawa makes, needy and worked up now, for certain. He's intoxicating, that's the truth of the matter; Toshinori kisses his hip open-mouthed and hot, tongue running over the dip towards the waistband of his boxers—

And, well, if that isn't the only real impediment left. He hesitates, not because he doubts how much Aizawa really wants him- he has eyes- but... is it silly to worry about moving too fast when he's already gone this far? They're both adults doing what they want, when they want.

Ah, hell. If his heart gives out remember him fondly. He looks up at Aizawa's face, meeting his gaze as he mouths over the tip of his cock through his boxers. That sure is fabric, but compliment him again and see how it goes.]

[He doesn't give out a verbal compliment, but maybe the strangled noise he emits, a cut-off moan that ends with a whine, is even better. His head snaps back, his teeth gritting as he grips the sheets. So yeah, it's good, but--]

You're-- the whole point is that you rest tonight--

[Perhaps he should rest, he'll definitely rest after this, he's pushed himself past further limits than, ah, inappropriately-timed oral sex? He says nothing, simply hums and drags himself up a little higher with his one good arm, placing himself at a better angle to drag his mouth over the outline of his cock.

The compromise is Aizawa ruins this pair of boxers; very restful. Forget it-- with Aizawa hot and straining beneath him, the last thing he's thinking about now is rest. It was a good effort while it lasted.]

[A healthy sense of responsibility struggles with a very real thirst, and to his credit, he hesitates for a few seconds-- but Toshinori is an adult (albeit one with a very poor track record for taking care of himself), and he can make his own decisions.

And apparently, his decision is that he wants to drive Aizawa up a wall until he comes. That's . . . fine. That's a great decision. That's a brilliant decision, and he rolls his hips up, a jerky little motion that's a little firmer than he means to be.

An unsteady exhale, and he pushes his fingers through blond hair, sweeping it back.]

Go on.

[He's making the executive decision to go down on his boyfriend, sort of, technically. It's demonstrating that he can take care of Aizawa, if not himself. So. A hand in his hair and that unsteady jerk of hips, that's good, that's all the encouragement he needs.

He runs his tongue up the length of him and pauses at the tip to-- not take him into his mouth, obviously, but to get as close to that as he can, humming again solely for the vibration.

All things considered, Toshinori is pretty calm, so this isn't breaking any doctor rules.]

[The problem with gripping his hair, of course, is that he can't muffle himself at all. So Toshinori gets to hear every groan, every sharp inhale and needy whine, loud in the silence of his bedroom. He isn't embarrassed by them, necessarily, but he also isn't a man who enjoys being the center of attention.

But Toshinori's gaze is hypnotizing. His mouth is hypnotizing, lazy and dedicated, languid and slow and utterly infuriating, a tease that's going to take forever.]

Toshinori--

[He tugs at his hair, half intending to and half not. At least go under his boxers, babe, come on, his legs are shaking and he's panting sharply now, too turned on to do anything but squirm.]

[Every noise Aizawa makes is mesmerizing, keeping Toshinori right where he is, mouth hot and eager. Just this much and Aizawa goes to pieces under him, which is flattering, but god- he wants to hear him so much more. Wants to feel him, heavy and hot in his mouth, and alright-- adults making adult decisions, take 2.

Well, higher than 2. Never mind it; Toshinori shifts, laying his head on Aizawa's hip to free his hand to tug his boxers down just enough to free his cock. Then he rocks back into place, still not making a sound except a satisfied groan as he takes him into his mouth. That's it, and he's a few years out of practice but it's not that difficult to suck a dick, especially when Aizawa is already as turned on as he is.

Still, he isn't any quicker at this as he was moments ago, ducking his head down slowly, tongue pressed flat against him to drag when he lifts back up just as agonizingly slow.]

Fuck--

[A low curse, reverent and muttered the moment Toshinori's lips wrap around his cock. If he's clumsy or out of practice, Aizawa doesn't notice; he's too busy shuddering beneath him, trying his hardest not to fuck his mouth in earnest. That's almost certainly not advisable when your boyfriend just got out of the hospital.]

Faster-- don't--

[Don't be a tease, but he bites it off, moaning instead.]

[One day, when Toshinori is not so recently-hospital-released and not likely to go into a coughing fit from surprise, then-- they can actually let loose. For now it's this, slow and steady, mouth sliding down Aizawa's cock with apparent relish, if the way he hums and curls his fingers in the sheets is any indication. There's nothing quite like working up a lover to this state, shaky and desperate enough to beg, or at least try to.

And Toshinori isn't a tease, not by nature, but he does want to savor this moment before he bobs his head down in earnest. Aizawa trembling beneath him and hardly able to speak, the look on his face, lustful and needy-- that's a sight Toshinori wants to see again and again and to keep in his mind and fantasize about what Aizawa might do if he could do anything else but shudder there. Fuck his mouth, bully him off and then take him instead, anything--

Toshinori groans and lets his eyes shut, brow furrowed, dipping his head down more quickly and pressing his hips against the bed to relieve some of the desperation he's feeling himself.]

[One day, one day very soon when he can manhandle Toshinori without a care in the world, he'll pin him to this bed and fuck him until he screams. For now, he jerks his hips up just once, a self-indulgent movement that he immediately regrets, and lets his head fall back.

The slow, steady slide of his mouth is more than enough for now. It's fantastic, steady wet heat, repetitive in the best possible way. That wriggling against the bed only makes it better; his eyes still closed, he grins, fingers tightening in his hair.]

Don't, ah, don't get impatient, I don't-- I'm almost--

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