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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 ☆ 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 ☆ if you would prefer a locked post I can also make that happen

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[benstein]

[Listen. Listen. The things he is willing to put up with are . . . varied. And if this was nothing more than a one night stand with a random man, he'd assuredly kick Toshinori out for something like that.

But he likes his boyfriend, he really does. And so he sighs and leans in, nipping at his jawline, rocking his hips down again.]

Hmm . . . don't call me that.

[Shouta, yes. Capitalize on their age difference all he wants, absolutely. But there's something about Shouta my boy that really does not do it for him.]

But if you have a tip . . . go on.

[fiftynifty]

[But what if he likes Shouta my boy? How unfair. He chuckles anyway, satisfied just to have Aizawa in his lap like this.

Now, as for a tip... how can he make it sound like an education thing but imply a sexy thing? This is his greatest challenge as a teacher yet.]

...Study?

[benstein]

Study.

[Try harder, babe.]

[fiftynifty]

Study!

[Babe!! Just give him sexy detention already, this is crashing and burning.]

Study me?

[benstein]

Mm. Slightly better.

[He'll take it. Aizawa leans in, kissing him slowly, long pulls and short pushes, his hands plunging beneath his shirt. He does it slowly, fingers sliding against his body, lingering against his scar, the bump of his ribs . . . studying him, in short.]

[fiftynifty]

Are you saying I didn't pass?

[Oh, he's trying his best. For you, Aizawa. He tilts his head to kiss him back, relishing in the slow and steady pace of it and the touches against his skin, gentle but certain. Purposeful, and that thought is enough to make him shiver.

But Aizawa need only concentrate on touching him, not kissing, so he pulls back to kiss down his jaw to his neck once more. Until he gets a scarf in his face, but he'll deal with that when he gets there.]