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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--

[The most challenging thing, in this moment, is keeping his mouth where it is instead of pulling away to start talking. He almost can't help himself; talking non-stop is in his blood, and Aizawa keeps saying all kinds of things he wants to answer to, if only to tease him about them a little. Starting with the eager jerk of his hips, a break in his otherwise perfect self control, because oh, the faces Aizawa would make--

But this will do for now, all heat and heavy pressure filling his mouth, the tight grip in his hair-- all of it makes the most tantalizing rush, and he dips down lower, taking him in a little further.

That's it, though; since he probably shouldn't risk coughing blood everywhere, this time when he slides up he pulls his mouth off Aizawa entirely, long enough to give him a little grin if he actually opens his eyes to look at him. He won't take him all the way into his mouth again, but he's quick to press his mouth to the base of his cock and trail up slowly a little kissing, a little working him over with his tongue.]

[He won't complain, not knowing full well this is a treat as is-- but still, just for a moment, there's a look of frantic desperation in his expression as his head snaps up and he's faced with a frankly rude grin.]

You're supposed to be the nice one--

[Grit out, but he doesn't force his head down or tighten his grip in his hair. Just lets out a shaky sigh, toes curling, as he waits for whatever it is Toshinori can give him.

And oh, give him this: he does deliver. It isn't the same intensity as before, no, but it's still more than enough. At this point, just the sight of him with his tongue dragging up against his cock is enough-- and it's a slow release, almost comically languid in the face of his desperation. A lazy orgasm, which suits him, as he thrusts his hips up once, twice, before slumping down on the bed.]

[Ah, he is the nice one, thanks much. Now he can't help but chuckle, mouth on Aizawa until he finally stops trembling; Toshinori sits up, and god, Aizawa is a sight to behold, exhausted and flushed, come on his stomach-- and Toshinori will get him a tissue in a minute, but first he leans over him to kiss him tenderly. That's his lazy man...

Settling himself on his side (and boy, will his shoulder ache in the morning for how careless he is with his cast, oh well), now he reaches over Aizawa to grab a tissue from his bedside table. This he drops on the pillow, immediately leaning in to kiss him on the cheek, then nip at his earlobe affectionately; Aizawa can clean himself up however he wants, Toshinori is still occupied.]

I'm very nice to you.

Mmph. Debatable.

[He says it affectionately, though, and turns, returning that nuzzling. He won't admit he did later, but for now, it's dark and easy to be sweet.

his hand drags over his stomach, down against his hip, and he raises an eyebrow.]

Hm?

[That settles it, Aizawa is getting extra flowers to prove a point. He'll have them delivered during homeroom (no, never, good god). Ah, but he does adore that little taste of affection, smiling as he kisses his cheek again.]

You're going to get me in trouble, [but it isn't a warning, just, you know... just saying. Try not to have him rushed to the hospital because of sex. It's still not a no; he's already hard, and Aizawa is very tempting...]

Go on.

Good.

[It's fantastic to receive, of course, but it's wonderful to give as well. Fingers acting blindly, he shoves his trousers down low on his hips. And oh, oh, but he's so hard, jesus-- big, yes, absolutely, but he'd sort of guessed that would be true, but it's overwhelming to feel just how eager he is.

He starts in an instant, stroking him with tight, hard strokes, his eyes locked on his expression. He wants to watch him fall apart, inch by inch.]

[Oh, okay, so Toshinori dizzily comes to a single conclusion: efficient is actually very sexy, when it comes to Aizawa. He doesn't waste any time, and one of these days Toshinori will bring him around to the simple pleasures of lots and lots of foreplay, but right now that tight grip wrapped around him is more than enough. He gasps, almost startled by the jolt of pleasure, already pushing his hips further into Aizawa's hand.

Please, thank you, yes, very good--]

I-- I always knew you were merciless--

Merciless?

[He whispers it. Talking at a normal volume seems too loud right now, when every noise they make in this bedroom is amplified. Every ragged breath, every moan Toshinori makes . . . god forbid he miss a single one.]

This is me being nice. You haven't come close to merciless yet.

[He leans in, kissing him. It's soft and sweet, and a lovely counterpoint to what he breathes out against his mouth:]

Just wait until I have you all tied up for me, Toshi.

[To think Aizawa was so sleepy and pliant a moment ago, good god-- Toshinori weaves his fingers into his hair, gripping there and holding his face close. Sweet kisses and talking about tying him up and calling him Toshi again? It's a wonder he hasn't already come just from that, but he has stamina left in him yet.]

When-- when my arm is healed, then--

[Then please do tie him up. The moment he can use both arms again, take that privilege away from him at once. He groans, hips snapping more quickly against Aizawa's hand.]

Shouta-- you really are stunning.

[He doesn't necessarily disagree (or agree, it's sort of a neutral topic, an if-you-think-so), but he doesn't say anything. There's no point to it. He just stays pressed close to him, panting softly against his mouth, his hand working quickly.]

Not just yours arms. Your legs, too . . . I want you helpless for me.

[He means it, but he also says it quietly, ready to back off at a moment's notice. It's a lot to ask from any hero, especially one who's been through the things Toshinori has. He's taking a risk here, but even if it backfires, he thinks it'll still pay off. It'll enable him to know more about Toshinori.]

[There isn't much Toshinori feels like he wouldn't agree to right now, with Aizawa pressed against him, body hot and shining with sweat, his gaze bright and hungry-- Then again, letting his dick make the decision to be completely helpless is just stupid.

It's something to think about; he trusts Aizawa with his life and, at this point, most of his secrets, so it's himself he worries about, struggling and helpless to do anything at all.

--It's also something to think about later, but the crease in his brow and the hesitation before he presses his mouth hungrily against Aizawa's once more should be telling enough that he's thinking about it. A solid maybe, now wonder about it later, please--]

[They'll discuss it later. They'll discuss a lot of things later, kinks and permission and how they're going to handle being in a relationship, but for now . . . there's just this.

There's kissing him sweetly, slowly, a counterpoint to the increasingly frantic way Toshinori is moving against him. There's getting him off, twisting his hand and releasing him every so often just to tease, to give him a taste of a different kind of sensation before jerking him hard.]

Come on--

[Whispered, as he pulls back far enough to stare at Toshinori's expression, delighting in every flicker and twist.]

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