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“Move over Aizawa, it seems like I’ve exhausted myself early today.”

Aizawa pulls All Might in closer, gently tugging those long limbs in to fold into a tight hug. “You've gotta be kinder to yourself, for me, please.” He pets at his head for a while, eventually working a few fingers into the golden fray to massage his scalp. "You should eat again. Maybe sleep some." He gestures at the box of leftover pizza from an earlier staff meeting.

All Might makes a small humming sound and snuggles back against Aizawa's body, feeling incredibly touchy-feely at the moment, grateful for the quiet privacy of the teacher’s lounge. "You know what would make me feel better?" He follows Aizawa's gesture to the pizza box, and leans over to peer inside, "Oh, pizza! My one true love!" Grinning playfully, he grabs a slice and digs in.

"Hmm? What were you going to say," Shouta drawls idly as he lets his arm slide down to drape around Toshinori's waist.

All Might blushes some and tugs on Aizawa's hair to bring his ear to mouth level and breifly whispers into it, feeling a bit shy today.

Aizawa leans in closer to hear better, his fingers splaying firmly against All Might's back for support, "Oh yeah? If you want... Finish your pizza though, then see if you still have an appetite after that." All Might quietly nibbles on his pizza slice, his face burning red. Shouta only smirks and smooches his forehead, "See, we'll get you feeling better in no time." Uncharacteristically nonverbal for the time being, All Might hums some and licks his fingers clean before he cuddles up against Aizawa's body. Eraserhead, in turn, steals the other slice of pizza and snacks on it with one hand, still petting affectionately at Toshi's head with the other. Aizawa rubs over his shoulders and pulls him in closer with one arm, as he finishes off the snack and reaches into his pocket for his phone, checking his emails as his partner finishes eating- Aizawa has noticed from spending time with the Symbol of Peace that he tends to chew his snacks very thoroughly, probably as a dietary need, which can take an inordinately longer span of time. The younger hero finds he doesn't mind, though, and Toshinori finishes soon enough, cuddling back in against his side. Aizawa glances over and gives a soft squeeze to his shoulder with one hand, the other still tapping away at his phone. “Maybe get a little shut-eye for a bit, I have to answer this email. Time sensitive, won't be but a few minutes.”

“Mmmm I'm not in the mood to sleep. But go ahead, I'll be here.” Long lean arms wrap around Aizawa as Toshinori just listens to him breathe while he takes care of business. Aizawa finishes the email and glances quickly at All Might with a little quirk of his lips, not saying anything as he finds something else to read one-handed, still idly trailing gentle fingers through golden hair as he wonders juuuust how long the other hero's patience will hold out. Eventually, All Might tilts his head a bit and rubs his cheek against Aizawa's chest. “That's... a long email.” He huffs a bit and rubs one of his hands across Aizawa's chest, idly stroking his ribs and abs until he can run his fingers across a pec, seeking out and gently teasing at a nipple.

Aizawa squeezes gently at the nape of Toshi' neck, lifting an eyebrow as he watches the wandering hand with a fond little smile, “Mhm...” He bites his lip a little at the fingers deliberately teasing at him, and slips his fingers down the back of Toshi's collar, still tapping away at the phone with his thumb.

All Might leans up and nuzzles at Aizawa's neck, using his other hand to tug away the scarf hiding it, setting the capture weapon by the pizza box to free up more of that vulnerable skin. “Are you almost done, Shouta?” He gives little nips and kisses along the scruffy man's jawline and up to his earlobe, getting a little impatient.

Aizawa turns his head to meet the kisses with a tender peck, eyes still glued to his phone “Allllmost...” He can't help but chuckle softly, tilting into the nips to accommodate.

“Shoooo~ooouta...”

Aizawa glances over and licks his lips, “Yes?”

Toshi purrs a little in a deep baritone directly into Aizawa's ear, the hand on his chest gliding right down to the front of his pants, his palm lightly grinding against the fabric. “Hurry up.”

Aizawa shivers a little and closes the Angry Birds app he hadn't really been doing very well at anyway, setting the phone aside to free up the hand not already snaked halfway down Toshi's back there. He hooks a couple fingers under that pointed chin, giving the needy hero his undivided attention and solid eye contact, “Now, I believe there was something you wanted?” Eraserhead shifts in his seat a little, legs spreading infinitesimally farther apart.

Toshinori laughs a bit more and gently sucks at Aizawa's earlobe, his hand idly rocking against the smaller man's crotch as his teeth dig in to the tender flesh. "Mm, it's something I know YOU wanted, and I'm happy to give," He chuckles, nosing into the tangled black hair.

Aizawa twists in his seat, careful not to crush or trap the hand between his thighs, as he pulls his hand from the back of Yagi's shirt and swiftly runs it up the front instead. "Ah, and here I thought you said this would make you feel better," He murmurs softly, dragging his nails down the other man's front, careful not to catch on the ragged edges of his scar. He reaches up with his other hand to gently separate those pearly whites from his ear, and pull Toshi in for a more proper kiss.

The lanky blonde presses into the kiss with an almost languid air, his tongue dipping in to Aizawa's to slowly slide together, tasting and teasing until he fits his mouth tightly over the younger teacher's with a purr of contentment. His roaming hand slides up and down the front of Aizawa's pants, searching for the small metal zipper tab blindly. Aizawa doesn't have the heart to tell him that there IS no zipper on this particular set of jumpsuit bottoms, he just grabs Toshi's wrist and shoves it down the front of his waistband to save time. Toshinori slides his hand in greedily and tucks his fingers past the top of Aizawa's briefs to cup at his shaft, fingers rough and teasing. Aizawa sinks into the couch a couple inches, letting his legs drift apart a little farther as he pulls Toshi in closer by the shirt. The tall blonde leans in for a swift kiss before pulling away to nip at his lips tauntingly.

"Mm, Aizawa Shouta can't think of a witty lesson to tease me with, hmm? I guess I'll have to teach you something, then." Toshinori reaches up with his free hand and buries it in Aizawa's tangled hair, gripping a handful and giving it a little yank.

The rough handling of his hair is enough of a shock to draw out a gasp from the captive hero, and he lets his neck go loose and pliant, following the grip as he tries to bite back a soft whine, his hands bracing against the armrest and Toshi's chest. "I am... nothing if not a... life-long learner," he croons softly, his breath already uneven from the small bit of teasing along his length.

"Mm, well here's lesson one, then..." The tall blonde laughs and slides his hand out of Aizawa's hair and down his body to push both pants and briefs down his pale thighs in one slow, steady stroke. Having freed his objective from a clothy prison, he returns his hand back up to cup and cradle the shorter teacher's sac, palm reverently cushioning its weight while his other thumb glides slowly over the smooth head, fingers almost idly stroking the underside.

Aizawa lifts his hips cooperatively before settling back in on the couch, hoping somewhere in the back of his mind that they're the first ones to do this in the teacher's lounge, but knowing just the same that they're not... But before he can worry too much about the cleanliness of the couch against his rear, those long fingers are teasing him all over again and he subconsciously mimics the gesture across Toshinori's chest, his nails ghosting over scarred and smooth skin alike. "What lesson..."

Toshinori can't help but grin playfully as he wriggles down to kneel on the floor and leans in with his shoulders between his lover's legs, ducking his head to quickly flick his tongue up the underside of Aizawa's cock. He very delicately brushes his teeth across tender skin, flicking his tongue against one prominent vein. "I'm teaching you want how nice it is to be good to your boyfriend, Shouta. You get rewards like this more often."

With his head pressed into the cushion to get a better look at the show, Aizawa reaches with one hand to cradle the side of Toshi's face, shivering a little more as that tongue teases along a sensitive area, sending sparks flying up his spine. "When have I ever not been good to you," He whines softly, letting his fingers trace around the shell of Yagi's ear.

The gaunt blonde turns his head to plant a kiss silently to Shouta's palm, an unspoken callback to that first night they'd had together, before he turns back to swallow him down with one fluid lunge of his head. He presses into the apex of Aizawa's hips, eyes half closed and nose buried in dark curls as his tongue works along the underside quickly. He pulls back and repeats the motion much more slowly, this time his eyes completely open and staring directly into Aizawa's.

That sudden change of pace sends Aizawa reeling, his back and neck arching away from the couch in a quick gasp as his fingers curl tightly into Toshi's hair, a futile attempt to hold him steady. As the soft tongue drags back across his skin, Shouta can nearly FEEL the eyes on him, so he digs the nails of his free hand into the armrest and struggles to pull himself together enough to glance down, nearly losing it right then and there at the sight of Yagi with his mouth full, trying to stare into his soul as he milks him for pleasure. "Trying too hard again, huh Toshi?"

Toshinori pulls his lips all the way back and off of the throbbing shaft in his mouth before he laughs again, low and throaty this time. "No, no, I don't think that I'm trying hard enough, in this case." He leans forward to lap at the underside of the head of his lover's cock with little kitten licks, slowly progressing to broad swipes of his tongue across the flushed red tip.

Shouta's fingers loosen their grip when the rookie teacher pauses to speak, giving enough time for Aizawa to add his other hand into the fray until those golden locks are positively rumpled, and the loose gentle grip slowly tightens into a tight stranglehold as that tongue covers more and more ground. Squirming a little in place, Shouta is caught somewhere between trying to pull Toshi's head in closer or push his hips up to meet him, and clumsily working a leg in underneath the lanky hero to try to add a bit of pressure between his legs as well. But Toshi only laughs through his nose and slaps the leg away, not interested in any reciprocation at the moment, before he reaches up to slide both hands along the bare skin on the inseam of Aizawa's thighs to push them wider apart, his hot mouth sliding down with little kisses and licks before he closes it around Aizawa's sac, very gently sucking as his tongue presses the balls back and forth slowly. He hums a little, playful against the extremely tender skin. With a soft groan of frustration from the silent rejection and the constant teasing, Aizawa tucks his leg back in against the couch, using it for better leverage up off the cushion and into the hot mouth lapping at him mercilessly. "Toshi..." As the focus of those lips seems to shift downwards, Shouta tilts his hips upward responsively, spreading his thighs a little wider as he absentmindedly draws one hand back from his grip in the blonde hair, the better to wrap around himself for a bit of heat and pressure while Yagi is busy elsewhere.

With a quick playful peek upwards, Toshinori pulls his mouth away and runs his tongue over Shouta's fingers, darting between them to tease the delicate flesh of his shaft. "Here, let me," He practically purrs and gently pulls the hand out of his way before sinking his mouth down over his lover's cock again, a smear of precum sliding down the middle of his tongue. He grins a little at the taste and works his mouth up and down, pausing to give a playful suck or swallow, the head rubbing against the back of his throat every time he noses into the dark black curls at the base.

With a soft whine as his hand is tugged away, Shouta tries to make a grab for Yagi's wrist in order to tug those long fingers down lower to repeat what they'd done in the shower and in the back seat of Toshi's car, craving that extra spark of pleasure. "Please, Toshi... I..." But it must be something to do with absence making the dick grow fonder, for when Toshi deigns to replace Aizawa's grip with a warm gullet, the sudden rush of sensation and the warm breath across his groin is enough to force a sudden release, sending a second course down Yagi's throat to join the pizza.

The blonde man croons a little as he feels this lover shudder and spurt in his mouth, gently sucking until the last of the tremors have died away. He sits back a little and tilts his head back, swallowing the seed with a tidy gulp before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He laughs and leans in with his hands on the seat to press soft kisses on Shouta's lower belly, looking up at him through a veil of tousled bangs. "You know, I can give you a few minutes to calm down first, if you'd still like for me to do that." He suggestively swipes one large thumb up and back along the length of Shouta's perineum to illustrate his offer.

Left panting against the back of the couch, his legs hanging slack, Aizawa glances downward at the sound of the suggestion. With a labored gulp, Shouta shakes his head and reaches for Toshi's shirt to pull him up by the shoulders. "Get up here and cuddle me, you dork." Letting out an almost giddy laugh, the blond teacher wriggles upwards to press his lanky body against Shouta's, and wraps both arms around his neck and shoulders as a temporary replacement for the scarf. He nuzzles close, content for the moment. Still caught up in the euphoric afterglow, Aizawa smiles along and snuggles into the taller man's arms, returning the embrace with an arm around his bony waist and a kiss to his neck. "Feeling better?"

Toshinori nods a little and reaches up to stroke Aizawa's hair with slow fingers. "Mm, yeah, more like myself. Did you like it?" He presses a few kisses to the underside of Shouta's jaw with a relaxed and tender demeanor.

"Like yourself?" Aizawa frowns a little and tilts his head, both a questioning gesture and a response to the kisses. "What were you before, if not yourself," he hums softly, eyes drooping shut from the pampering fingers in his hair as his heart rate starts to return to normal. The question from Yagi goes unanswered, at least verbally, but the two hands slipped up under the shirt of the Symbol of Peace seem to do most of the talking- one splayed over the man's heart, the other across the center of the big, vulnerable scar. This purposeful mannerism seems to have become a favored, if secret, means to show solidarity and companionship, wrapped in a subtle layer of protectiveness that Shouta could never quite satisfyingly put into words if he tried. Toshi makes a soft disparaging laughing sound at the question, and raises his head to lay his mouth on Shouta's, giving a slow, deep, thoughtful kiss, letting his fingers trace slow patterns into the tangled black hair. He wriggles a little against the hands on his torso, a fluttery feeling rising in his chest, then settling a bit as they still atop his vital points. Shouta meets the kiss eagerly enough, though he'd want to remember to revisit the question at a later time. Letting his jaw go loose to let that talented tongue in, he wrinkles his nose and pulls away for a moment, "You taste funny now..." But that's all the heed he pays it before running both hands up to hook gently onto Toshi's shoulders as he sinks back into the kiss with a contented hum.

Toshi pulls back for a bit, and laughs loudly, "I taste like you! What'd you think I'd taste like, those sour gummy candies you like so much?" He wriggles and wedges his lean body more firmly between Shouta's legs, body firmly pressed up against his still bare lap.

"Frankly I'm disappointed, I'd have thought by now I would taste like a sour gummy candy." Aizawa deadpans for a moment before he breaks into a little chuckle and shucks his pants off completely, then falls back across the length of the couch, pulling Toshi down with him, the better to wrap his legs up around the other's hips, enjoying the soft silk texture of the yellow suit against his bare skin.

Toshinori laughs and drops a few kisses on Shouta's face, bright and playful like spring rain as he lightly rocks his hips forward. "Mm Shouta..." The blonde purrs a little, rubbing his bare cheek against the gruff teacher's stubble, "You're making me feel playful."

Aizawa hums and rubs back, running his fingernails up under the back of Toshi's shirt again, tracing along either side of his spine as he grinds his rear slowly up against the hips pinning him to the couch. "I like you playful," he drawls softly, slipping one hand out of the shirt to comb it through Yagi's hair again and pull him in a little closer by the back of the head, "It's better than... not yourself."

All Might lets himself be pulled in close, his lips drifting across Shouta's slim ones slowly before pressing a long kiss to his mouth with a little croon of pleasure, his eyes drifting shut. He arches his back to hold himself in place while he uses both hands to tug down his suit pants and boxers so that he can rub his heated flesh against Aizawa's body slowly. "Mm, me too. The other feeling I had earlier... isn't really me. I'd rather be your laughing ray of sunshine," He teases playfully as he pauses to breathe for a minute.

Perfectly content to just stay and kiss for a while longer, Shouta relaxes against the armrest and admires the view above him, watching with a lazy interest as Toshinori pulls away long enough to adjust his pants. When the larger teacher settles back in between his thighs, Aizawa's eyes go wide at the realization that the last layer of clothing separating their lower halves has been cast aside, and that firm shaft rubbing up against his hindquarters is enough to get Shouta's gut roiling all over again, as responsive and needy as though he were back in his prime in college once more. "oh god..." Pulling back to meet Toshi's eyes, Aizawa's hands tremble a little against his back as he tries to smile bravely up at him. "I guess that jig is up, then, huh? You knew I'd been thinking of you as the sun, all along."

Toshinori hesitates when he hears the quaver in that voice, and he raises his upper body up on his hands as he forces his lower body to fall still. "Shouta, we don't... we don't have to, if you're not ready. I want you to enjoy this when we get to it, you know that." He leans down and gently presses kisses all over his smaller lover's face, soft tender loving kisses, before pulling away with a groan to look for his pants that he had carelessly tossed aside.

Aizawa chuffs softly at the barrage of kisses, his eyes falling shut until Toshi starts to pull away, at which point he reaches out to grab him by the shirt collar, narrowing his eyes slightly as he pushes his shins down against the other teacher's rear, pulling their bodies closer together again. His pulse accelerated all over again, Shouta's voice seems somehow coarser than usual, "Try me."

The rangy blonde makes a low hungry noise as their hips grind together, and he thrusts back against his lover's hard, scarred body. "I'd love to, but I don't think either of us are prepared for this right now," He huffs as he rocks into the cradle of Aizawa's thighs, his body tensed and his hands clenched on the couch cushions hard enough to make his knuckles hurt.

"Hold that thought..." Aizawa places a gentle shushing finger across Toshi's lips as he goes rooting around with the other hand, delving between the couch cushions and back. "I overheard Hizashi bragging once about how he kept a- YES." Pulling his arm out with a triumphant flourish, Aizawa procures a decently-sized bottle of lube from the depths of the couch. It's pink and full of body glitter, but it'll do in a hurry. Waving it in range of Yagi's line of vision, Shouta grins that manic smile which could frighten small children, "Does this change your answer?"

Toshinori looks mildly taken aback at the sudden production of said lube, especially being full of... glitter, but he reaches up and takes the bottle with a sudden slow grin, one that lights his face all the way up to his eyes. "Y-yes, I think that will do in a pinch. How did no one else notice this was here?" The blonde teacher shakes his head and sits back with a low groan, resting on his knees. "Turn over for me," He can't help but pause to rake his lover's half clothed body up and down with his eyes, "And we can appreciate Mic's thoughtful generosity."

Aizawa chuckles and shakes his head, "I'm sure somebody has noticed it by now, but maybe they figured it best to leave it there." He props himself up on his elbows and heels before flipping over in place to rest the brunt of his weight on his chest, draped over the armrest. "Plus, these cushions are ridiculously over-stuffed. I'm sure that helps." Shuffling his ankles apart a little more to make room, he glances over his shoulder to return the heated gaze. "You know what to do, right?"

The taller man leans forward and plants a kiss right on Shouta's right buttock before ducking his chin to give it a little nip. "Of course I do. Don't worry, I'll take care of you," He promises with a little chuckle, "I'm not that out of practice!" With a small popping sound he flips open the lid to the bottle of lube and pours some into his palm, rubbing his fingers together to warm it up before sliding two slicked-up digits teasingly along the smaller man's hole, leaving a thick trail of lube and body glitter in his wake. He makes idle circles for a minute against the clenched muscle, gently pressing with his fingers and murmuring a soft "Relax" to his partner.

"Okay. I'm holding you to that," Aizawa mutters softly and turns back around to face forward again, the implicit I trust you drifting unsaid between them. As the slick fingers meet his skin and slide between his cheeks, the younger man can feel his face heating up at the compromising position, and he hangs his head limply over the edge of the couch to let his hair mask him at least a little. The encouragement from Toshi behind him is a little helpful, keeping him grounded as he tries to regain a more conscious control over muscles he hasn't had much use for in about a decade. "I'm... As relaxed as I'll ever be."

Toshi makes a small hum and slides his free hand up Aizawa's spine to grab a handful of tangled black hair, gently tugging it backwards. "I need you to relax, Shouta... I don't want you getting hurt, okay?" He tugs a bit harder, knowing how much of a weakness his lover has for a grip against his scalp.

Sure enough, the firm tug to his hair sends a shudder down Shouta's back until the erasure hero is loose and pliant once again, nearly boneless in Toshi's grasp. "Okay..." With a deep sigh, he sinks in against the back of the couch to his left, glancing back at Toshi for another second or two, a hint of a smile playing over his features. Toshinori leans up and gently presses a few kisses to Shouta's lower back as he nudges his fingers into his lover's clenched hole carefully, keeping a firm grip on the mass of black locks tangled in his other hand. He slowly slides his fingers in and out of Shouta's body, questing and eventually finding that internal spot he knows that the gruff teacher will come undone over.

A soft groan escapes Aizawa's throat as those fingers push their way into him, suddenly becoming the narrow focus of his undivided attention. Halfway suspended by the grip in his hair, Shouta's legs part a little further as he rolls his hips back to eagerly meet Yagi's hand, letting out another breathy whine when those firm fingertips brush across his prostate, his own fingers clenched tightly into the couch fabric. "Ffffuckkk... I have been needing this..."

Toshinori offers a little wordless murmur in reply as he works his fingers in and out, rubbing little circles against the tender spot every time he slides his hand back in deep enough to feel it. He leans down and nuzzles at the smaller man's bare lower back, tenderly alternating between soft kisses and toothy nips. "Right there," he croons quietly, his breath hitching a bit to see Shouta thrusting his hips down against him. A third finger joins the first two as the lanky blonde presses his hand in deeply and holds it there, while his other hand draws back on the black mane again, the display of wanton neediness sending a hot jolt right down to his dick.

Aizawa sucks in a breath through his teeth and bites his lip as the additional finger slides in, bringing a light burning sting as it stretches him back open again, re-learning his limits after such a long dry spell. The short pause in movement leaves him gasping, but able to pay more attention to the lips against his back and the fingers tugging at his hair. Letting his head hang limply from the grip, Shouta lets his eyes fall shut for a while as he tries to regulate his breathing, taking note as his refractory period fades away into the dull throb of his pulse, ringing in his ears and pressing in around those three fingers from all sides.

The lanky blonde quirks a little grin against his lover's soft skin as he begins to slide his fingers in and out, taking care to spread them periodically. Every time he pushes his long fingers inward, he lightly strokes and rubs the tips against Shouta's prostate, doing his best to help get the dark-haired man to relax. "Mm, how're you holding up," Toshinori questions softly as the soft little pants and moans coming from Shouta's mouth cause his heart to race, pounding a bit in his ears.

"Mmmmff," Shouta growls softly into the armrest, pulling his knees up a little underneath him in order to rock back and down, eager for more of the stimulation teasing into him until he's hard and aching with need all over again. At the query from somewhere over his back, he digs his fingers into the fabric and tucks his chin into the crook of his elbow, glancing back as he absentmindedly tries to form his state of being into words. After a moment's hesitation, his voice comes out strained and a little hoarse, "More..."

With a soft groan of yearning, Toshinori slides his fingers away while he busies his mouth with biting and sucking roughly on the pale skin under his mouth, love bites blooming darkly across Shouta's lower back and up his spine. Quickly, he grabs for the bottle of lube and smears a generous amount down his shaft, pulling his mouth away from Shouta's skin so that he can adjust his position to line their bodies up, one hand still tangled in his lover's hair that he tugs on from time to time.

An embarrassingly loud whimper escapes the throat of the usually stone-faced teacher as those fingers withdraw, leaving him feeling empty for a while as the cool air hits his slicked-up skin and damp bite marks. Shouta takes a deep, shuddering breath and tries to focus on the fingers in his hair and not on the sudden absence of warmth against his back as Toshi pulls away. Only through a concentrated effort of will is he able to wait it out without accidentally clenching up again in anticipation, channeling the impulse into his fingers instead. "Hurry," he urges softly, not sure how much longer he can hold out, but quickly adds as an afterthought, "Just... be careful."

Toshinori stops and presses his chest against Shouta's back for a long minute as he breathes deeply and calmly against the smaller man's neck. "Of course I'll be careful... I'd never want to harm you."

Aizawa leans more of his weight onto his left arm, reaching up with his right to squeeze gently at the hand in his hair, chin tipped back to glance behind him with a little smile, "I know," he murmurs, that silent I trust you still lingering between them, "Just didn't want you to take it the wrong way..." His words trail off with a soft hum as Toshi resumes, and the tall blonde leans back to take himself in hand as he guides the head of his cock to his lover's well-lubed hole, pressing his tip in a little bit at a time, pausing to give Shouta a moment to re-adjust to the girth. Shouta lets his arm fall back to brace him properly against the couch, letting out a soft grunt as he bears down against the careful intrusion to help loosen up enough to let Toshi in. Then, slowly and deliberately rocking his hips in closer while he tugs on that handful of hair, Toshinori slides into him one inch, backs out a little, then pushes in again, a little farther than before. With a soft groan of concentrated effort, he continues to repeat the gradually deepening rocking motion until he's finally able to sink the rest of the way in, burying those last couple inches just past the smaller man's entrance. Letting his head hang limply between his shoulders again, Shouta squints his eyes shut against the lingering pain, his breath becoming more and more labored as he reassures himself that surely, this must be as deep as it'll go... time and time again. Finally, as Yagi's hips run flush against his, Aizawa shivers and lets out a weak sigh of relief as his knees give out and he collapses back into the taller man's lap.

The tall blonde strokes his free hand all up and down his lover's body as he presses gentle kisses to the back and side of his face and neck, giving him time to acclimate to the hefty new burden throbbing within him. He slides that roaming hand down to the juncture of Shouta's trembling thighs and cups the smaller man's cock, long fingers curling around it as he gives gentle strokes. "I love you Shouta," he breathes into tangled hair, long eyelashes brushing the gruff man's cheek, "But if this is too much... it's okay if you need to back out... Just tell me."

His breath still shaky from the exertion, Aizawa quickly shakes his head at the offer of a way off the hook. "I'm fine, just. Give me a minute." Taking a moment to breathe deeply, Shouta rocks his hips slightly into the palm wrapped around him, savoring that internal tug-and-push sensation as the heavy shaft slides a little against his prostate. He rests an unsteady hand on his lower abdomen and gives a little experimental kegel squeeze as he sinks back down to the hilt, and is pleasantly surprised by the absence of the stinging, burning pain he'd been expecting. "Heh. Like riding a bike, I guess." He twists back to poke a fun remark about Toshi making for a weird-looking bike, but the twisting movement in his torso is enough to draw a little gasp out of him as the slight internal shift brings the faint strain of something firm inside him, nudging at the hand on his stomach. "o-oh... god~"

Toshinori sucks in a sharp breath as his hips involuntarily jolt forward when Shouta twists around, giving a low groan almost direcly into his lover's ear. He leans down to swipe his tongue across the juncture of the smaller man's throat before he buries his teeth in that spot while his hips settle into a slow rocking motion and his rough hand closes around Shouta's cock in a firm grip, stroking in pace with the thrusts.

Shouta tips his head to the side obligingly, baring more of his neck to those perfect orthodontics as he grabs needily at Toshi's forearm and the back of the couch, using it for stability as he carefully rocks back on his knees to meet each thrust with a firm grind, pushing against his limits with a soft groan each time. After a minute, he glances down at the hand wrapped around him and nearly barks out a laugh as the sight of the body glitter spread across his front from Toshi's fingers catches him by surprise. "I guess if that's a lost cause... we might as well use a little more." He glances around as those satisfying thrusts push into him repeatedly, trying not to twist too far out of alignment again as he searches, "What- ah -what did you do with the bottle?"

The tall blonde teacher slows to a stop and murmurs a quiet "Stay still" as he pulls the hand out of Shouta's tangled hair and uses it to blindly hunt around his knees for the small bottle, finally finding it and holding it up in front of Shouta's face triumphantly. "Here it is... Mic would never forgive us if I squashed it and wasted it all over the couch."

With a soft chuckle, Shouta twines his fingers in with Toshi's, wrapping them around the bottle as he pops the cap and drizzles a little more down his front, slicking up the otherwise rough grip around him. "Like he'd ever find out it was us? Improbable." He grins and leans back against Yagi's chest, a little put out at the layers of fabric still between them, but otherwise still quite content in his arms. "This is..." Aizawa wracks his temporarily-limited vocabulary for an adequate descriptor, his focus fractured by the effort he's sparing toward treating Toshi with a few more erratic squeezes and clenches around his girth, "...amazing."

Toshinori gives his partner's shaft a delicate squeeze before resuming his slow strokes, his breath hitching a bit as he holds back a groan. Quickly he pulls his hand away to tuck the bottle back between the couch cushions before reaching to tightly grip AIzawa's bare hip, anchoring him in place as he gives a short rough thrust. "I don't think you need any more here," he laughs with a little groan, his voice sounding deep and growling in the quiet lounge.

Aizawa bites his lip to stifle a whimper, his eyes going wide as the grip on his pelvis pulls him in closer to meet Toshi's hips again, shoving that deep internal pressure just a little further along. Now that he's finally starting to get acclimated again to that incredibly satisfying feeling of fullness, the smaller motion leaves him craving a larger one. He squeezes gently at the arm wrapped around him, and carefully pulls his hips away, giving Toshi a little more room to maneuver. "Here, lie back for me? I want to ride you."

The blonde teacher nods a bit with his lips brushing over soft skin, then he pulls totally out and away from the smaller teacher's firm body so that he can adjust his position on the couch, laying backward with his long legs stretched out between Aizawa's thighs as he props up his head on the arm rest. He pats his lap playfully, leaving a glittery wet mark on his own thigh as he grins teasingly.

A shudder runs through Aizawa as Toshi pulls out, leaving him suddenly empty and aching with the need to continue. With a soft growl of desire, he flips back around to straddle the taller man's hips once more, resting most of his weight on his palm atop the buttons concealing Yagi's sternum, as he reaches back to grab at the heavy shaft resting against his backside. Keeping that intense eye contact with his partner, Shouta hungrily watches his expression as he leans forward enough to slide the engorged head between his cheeks, push it down until it slots into place, and rock back carefully against it until he can feel it slip past his entrance again. Licking his lips in anticipation, the smaller hero slowly melts in against Toshi's body, groaning softly from the pleasure as more and more of that considerable length disappears back into him again. "Much better," he mumbles softly as his hips sink down flush against the bony ones beneath him, and he pulls his hand free to brace it against the back of the couch again, starting to rock up on his knees in a slow, indulgence pace.

Toshinori sucks in a breath and lets it out as a long low groan as he digs his fingers into Shouta's upper thighs hard enough to bruise, his spine arching up a bit from the jolt of pleasure sparking through his body. "Jesus, Shouta, your eyes..." he pants, squirming a bit, "Your eyes are so gorgeous. I love it when you look at me like that." Aizawa flinches a little at the fingertips digging into his quads, and he leans back to sit, working his fingers in to gently pry Toshi's clawed grip away, insistently redirecting the eager grasp to wrap back around his glitter-smeared shaft, still standing at attention as he rides. The blonde lets both his hands be pulled upward, his nails scraping against flesh lightly as one comes to rest in the center of Shouta's slim hips, the other pressing farther upwards to slide up beneath his work shirt. The rough skin of his palm grinds against one nipple, before he changes tactics to roll it gently between two fingers. Leaning forward into the palm teasing at his chest, Shouta returns the gesture for stability as he props his knees to either side and fucks himself carefully into Toshi's lap, his eyes still locked on those eerie black-and-blues until he drags his grip higher to pull Yagi in closer by the lapel for a heated, hungry kiss.

With a low, muttered apology for the finger-shaped red marks on Shouta's thighs, the blonde teacher resumes stroking along the shaft in his grasp, sliding his fingers up and down slowly, trailing his thumb across the tip and down the underside. He slides the hand on Shouta's chest around to his back to anchor them together as he kisses back with a hot passion, tongue delving deep into his mouth to slide wetly against his lover's as the small lounge fills with quiet moans and lewd wet sounds. The smaller hero gratefully relaxes into the kiss, tipping his head to the side as he suckles gently at the tongue invading his mouth. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a little alarm bell is trying to remind him that they're making a terrible glittery mess of the couch and their work clothes, but he ignores that in favor of arching his hips up to meet Toshi's grasp, only to jerk to a halt as the warm weight buried in his rear goes sliding out a little too far for comfort, effectively pinning him between two pleasures as he groans softly into Toshi's mouth and pushes his way back down to the hilt again.

Toshinori can't help but grin a little into the kiss as he hears the soft groans, shifting his grip to match Shout'a slowly rocking hips. He pulls back out of the kiss, a little trail of saliva still connecting them, and whispers quietly in a deep heated voice. "You're doing so well for me, Shouta, you look so fucking amazing riding me like this." He punctuates his dark praise with a sharp thrust of his hips, arching up off the couch the best he can in this position, grinding firmly against his lover's rear.

Aizawa sighs softly as Toshi pulls away and leaves him hanging, his mouth still agape from the kiss as he pants softly and leans in close to better hear the quiet muttering from the man below him. Narrowing his eyes a little at the words, he tilts his head curiously, "What are you..." But the sudden push up into him sends his concentration reeling again as he bunches the fabric of Toshi's shirt up into a tight-fingered grip, spurred on again until he's rocking eagerly back into the taller man's lap, biting his lip to quell the little shuddering moan threatening to slip out as he slides his way up and down a few inches of the firm shaft stretching him open. "Shiiiit, Toshi..." His knees starting to tremble a little, Shouta quickens his pace and rides a little harder, nearly working the entire length on each push as his face burns brightly from the sordid compliments.

With a heavy groan of pleasure, the lean blonde settles into a rhythm, arching his back and thrusting his hips upward every time Shouta slides back down, his free hand sliding down under the curve of one muscled thigh to help support his lover's weight, his other hand stroking his prize bit more quickly as he coordinates with his thrusts. Toshi roughly captures Shouta's mouth in another deep kiss, periodically leaning back to whisper filthy praises before delving back in to claim the gruff man's mouth again. "Yes like that, you look so beautiful. I can tell you're getting close already..."

The large palm under his thigh is a welcome support, and Shouta hums softly in appreciation as he leans back into it, having a little trouble now catching his breath as it almost feels like his diaphragm is being blocked from expanding far enough. "Yeah, I- mff..." With a throaty groan, Aizawa jerks forward into Toshi's grip and latches on to a bite at the sloped tendon between his neck and shoulder, breathing hotly against damp skin as his whole body tenses up, squeezing tightly down around the base of the cock jammed into him as he spills over into Yagi's calloused palm.

Toshinori groans loudly into the quiet lounge as he feels Shouta clench down on him, gripping roughly at his thigh while he gives a few more sharp thrusts, his whole body arching and twisting as he spills into his lover, still stroking at his throbbing cock gently. For a moment, he holds the pose, then sinks back down onto the abused couch as he gasps loudly, his one lung struggling to keep up with his body.

After a moment of labored breathing through his teeth, Aizawa eventually manages to let go of his bite, drawing far enough back to rest his forehead against Toshi's with his eyes still squeezed shut, matting their bangs down in the sheen of sweat as he uncurls his fingers from the fabric of the button-down shirt and slides his hands back to drape his arms limply over Toshi's shoulders. After a few moments more of recovery, that throbbing pleasure starts to die down, leaving just the uncomfortable stretch and fullness after the fact. Aizawa snaps his eyes open with a brief flash of panic, "Out. Now." He shifts in place, drawing his legs up to brace himself against the couch.

Toshi nods a little and gulps down a bit of blood, his eyes still shut and head thrown back against the armrest. He slides both hands under the smaller man's thighs to help lift him up, and off. He slips out from Aizawa's body with a lewd, wet sound, the semen he'd left behind now beginning to leak down the inside curves of Shouta's thighs. "S-sorry," he mutters and urges Shouta to lay forward on his chest while he moves a hand to blindly grope for his pants, and the pack of tissues he keeps with him at all times.

Aizawa shakily lowers his weight down to drape over Toshinori's chest, flinching a little as he involuntarily clenches back up again, that searing burn roiling in his gut and at his rear as he nestles his nose into Yagi's neck, his arms folded in behind the blond mop of hair to help prop his head up. "Don't worry. It was better than I was expecting, after I let myself fall out of practice for so long." He sighs softly and nudges in to press a kiss by Toshi's ear, finally returning an earlier sentiment, "And I love you too. By the way."

The taller hero goes completely still, forgetting the glitter and the mess and the fact that anyone might come barging it at any time, then he shifts to wrap his arms tightly around his lover's solid body. Gently, fondly Toshinori nuzzles against his face, planting kisses from the scar under his eye all the way across his cheek before laying a slow, tender kiss on his mouth.

Shouta only huffs a soft laugh and slips one arm free to help brush the hair out of their faces, lingering with his fingertips on the sharp angles of Toshi's cheeks and jaw before he returns the kiss, languidly exploring Yagi's mouth with his tongue for a while until the cool air against their bare lower halves starts to grow a little TOO cold. Shivering a little in place, Aizawa reluctantly pushes away and sits up, dropping one leg down to the floor before swinging the other carefully up and over to stand up and start to get dressed again. "We... may end up having to pay to get this couch dry-cleaned. Which I definitely can't afford." He grimaces and looks it over, appreciating the view of Toshinori sprawled out and spent, while simultaneously noting the pools of fluid and glitter soaking into the cushions to leave obvious and inappropriate stains.

"W-we should probably not have done this in the lounge... but I enjoyed it." Toshinori reaches over and snags the gruff man by his waist, pulling him closer to clean up as best he can with tissues alone while he plants little kisses here and there across Shouta's hips. "There you are, sorry about... the mess." He laughs a little and tidies himself up before standing with a low groan and arching his back.

Nearly losing his balance at the sudden pull around his waist, Shouta stumbles backward a step and reaches down to sink his fingers into Toshi's hair again. "Yeah, agreed... And thanks." Pausing to let the older hero finish his cleaning attempt, Aizawa hikes his pants back on and leans in between those golden bangs to plant a kiss to Toshi's forehead. "For taking care of me throughout, I mean. I'll try to return the favor next time." He reaches down to tug firmly at Yagi's wrist to help him up, carefully coils the scarf back around his shoulders, then slumps in against his partner's chest with a weary sigh.

Toshinori snuggles closely for a long minute, arms wrapped loosely around his love's body. He leans back down a bit to give another quick kiss before pulling away entirely to tug on his boxers and pants, followed by his shoes. "Come on, I'll leave some cash with the janitor to have that couch dry cleaned, hopefully not too many people will notice." He pauses to tuck his shirt into his pants and slides the door open to the lounge, revealing a red-faced Midnight with her ear pressed to the door.

Aizawa blinks at the sight of their coworker, clearly flustered from eavesdropping too long. He raises one eyebrow and offers her a curt nod, "Midnight," his own cheeks going a little pink at the realization that their privacy hadn't been so fortuitous after all. Still covered in traces of the shiny body glitter, Shouta reaches up to slip his hand into the crook of All Might's elbow, briskly evacuating the premises.

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[8:26 PM] Chargebolt: @All Might ✪ just ask @Aizawa Shouta to marry you already im tired of waiting
[8:27 PM] All Might ✪: M-marriage
[8:27 PM] All Might ✪: I mean
[8:27 PM] All Might rubs the back of his neck.
[8:28 PM] Chargebolt: yes
[8:28 PM] Chargebolt: you love him right
[8:28 PM] Tsukuyomi: Ooo what did I walk back into? All Dad and Aizawa getting married? :>
[8:30 PM] Chargebolt: So all might you love aizawa right?
[8:31 PM] All Might ✪: I-it's not so much that I don't want to..ask him, but I don't want him to be pinned down to this...ragged body...hah....
[8:31 PM] All Might ✪: coughs and dodges to go get tea from the lounge
[8:32 PM] Chargebolt: @All Might ✪ your dodging my question
[8:32 PM] Tsukuyomi: He has every right 2
[8:32 PM] Tsukuyomi: Let the man be
[8:33 PM] Chargebolt: Not until he admits he loves eraser
[8:33 PM] Tsukuyomi: He has
[8:33 PM] Tsukuyomi: Like
[8:34 PM] Tsukuyomi: 6 bajillion times
[8:34 PM] Aizawa Shouta: I'm not exactly the marrying type
[8:34 PM] Chargebolt: so youd say no if he asked?
[8:34 PM] Tsukuyomi: The the Gays be Gay in peace Denki
[8:35 PM] Aizawa Shouta: It's not about being pinned down in that sense. At least, not for me.
[8:36 PM] Aizawa Shouta: I'd propose an alternative
[8:36 PM] Chargebolt: And that is?
[8:36 PM] Aizawa Shouta: I'll have to think on that
[8:36 PM] Tsukuyomi: Denk, LET THEM BE GAY IN PEAC e
[8:37 PM] Chargebolt: But but but
[8:37 PM] Chargebolt: .........
[8:37 PM] Aizawa Shouta: I could offer like a partial stomach transplant or something, if we're compatible

Toshinori yawns and snuggles into the couch with Shouta settled in next to him, the both of them chatting playfully with the students, who had recently learned from Midnight that there was something between them. The older teacher leans in against Aizawa’s side and slips an arm around his waist, snuggling closer as he pulls the blanket over them both. Toshi murmurs a bit and presses a kiss to the temple of the teacher in his arms, who hums softly and nudges into the crook of Toshi's neck, squeezing gently at his knee. Toshinori sighs a bit and nuzzles into Shouta's tangled hair as he closes out of the chat program and sets his phone aside, suddenly feeling a bit melancholy.

Aizawa slips his hand in a little lower, gently smoothing over the inside of Toshi's thigh. “Something wrong?” He soon exits from the chat as well, and tucks his own phone into his pocket.

“Hm, so you wouldn't marry me, even if I could scrape up the courage to ask?” He sighs a bit. “Can't say I blame you, I mean you're young and everything, handsome... W- If I died, you'd be able to move on.”

Eraserhead sighs as he twists in his seat to straddle Toshi's lap, gaining a few inches of height in order to better maintain eye contact. "Toshinori, stop." He slips one hand in against one gaunt cheek, gently hooking his fingertips behind one ear. "Moving on is not in my realm of possibility. I don't want anyone else like I want you. And I don't need some expensive, gaudy, symbolic ceremony to tell me who I love."

Toshinori doesn't say anything for a long minute, instead he just reaches up and tug the shorter man down to lay flush against his chest, putting one broad hand across his back while he strokes the soft black locks with the other.

Aizawa lets himself go limp enough to be pulled in, wrapping both arms in between the couch and Yagi's back. He lets his eyes fall shut and rests his ear against the bony chest, taking comfort in the sound of the steady rhythm of the heart, beating softly into his ear. "It seems a lot more important to you, then?"

The gaunt blonde laughs very slightly and lifts one shoulder in a shrug. "It's not... unimportant. But it's not something I need, no. I just like knowing that I'm wanted, and loved." He leans down to press a kiss on top of Aizawa's head as he tangles their fingers together. "This is enough for me."

The younger teacher smiles bemusedly as his hand is tugged out to be held, and he squeezes it firmly as he returns the kiss with one of his own, pressed in tenderly against Yagi's pulse point. "You're already wanted and loved, All Might. But I’ll do my best not to let you forget it." He pulls his other arm in a little tighter, hugging the vulnerable hero in close against his chest. "Not as long as we both still live." A hot tear drips down on the shorter teacher before Toshi raises his free arm to rub his eyes, deeply touched. He leans down to give Aizawa a heartfelt kiss, full of tender promises.

Glancing up at the little drop to his hair, Aizawa's expression softens marginally as he finds his partner tearing up. Straining upward with both hands cradling the back of Toshi's head, he deliberately presses a gentle kiss to each of those sunken eyes, pulling away the tears as he goes. Then, after a moment, he tips his head to meet the kiss, humming softly into Yagi's mouth as he lets both arms slide down to rest around his shoulders. After a moment, Toshi calms down and finally opens into a deeper kiss, his wet lashes sliding shut while he leans into the tender reassurances. Hesitantly, he pulls back to nip at Shouta's thin lips before giving him another soft kiss, his whole body limp and pliant underneath the younger man's weight.

Shouta pouts a little as his partner pulls away, but he plants a few more kisses to that pointed nose and heavy brow, then finally the golden-haired crown as he tries to read Toshi's mood a little better, pulling him in lower to rest his chin atop the taller man's head, one arm still wrapped firmly around his shoulders as the other smoothes down the back of his head and neck in a soothing rhythm. "This may be a little too intrusive, and for that I apologize, but..." Aizawa sighs softly and hopes he isn't overstepping something, "Could you tell me about your past relationships? It's helpful for me to understand what sort of foundation you're building from."

Toshinori blinks a bit and utters a soft hard laugh. "Relationships... romantic ones, I'm assuming. Once I made my debut, there weren't any. Enough sex, sure. Everyone loved All Might... but no one wanted Yagi Toshinori. They just wanted what I represented, a glorified name, and the fame and glitter that went with it. They wanted to hang me on their arm and yell to their friends, 'Look at what I have!' After I figured that out... I stopped... being in relationships. No one cared who I was or what I wanted. They were just in love with the name." He hesitates, and reaches up to stroke his lover's cheek gently. "That's not you, though."

Aizawa smiles sadly and leans into the hand, sneaking a little kiss into the palm. "Definitely not. And... I'm sorry. You deserved better than that." He keeps the slow, comforting petting motion down the back of Toshi's head, neck, and shoulders, still not quite satisfied with the answer. "It may very well not even be relevant anymore, but... what about before your debut? If you don't mind my asking."

The blonde lifts both hands in a little shrug the best he can, pressed down against the couch. "I was working too hard! Between my mentor Nana and my teacher Gran Torino, I was literally training nearly night and day. Once I graduated Nana whisked me off to the US, so I could go to a college there and work with big name heroes. Friendships...I made a lot of friends there, but no loves, or lovers. What about you?"

The younger hero hums softly against the golden hair pressed to his lips, silently recalling previous partners one at a time. "For me? Nothing too serious. A few friends or acquaintances here and there who would proposition me or keep in contact for a while, but never any sort of equal or devoted partnership like this." He pulls his hands free and slips them up under the hem of Toshi's shirt, trailing his fingers across marred skin until he's found those two vital points again, "Truth be told, I hadn't even believed love was any more than some made-up concept that everyone just pretended to feel. I'm starting to believe now."

"Shouta, I'm surprised, are you a secret romantic?" The gaunt blonde laughs gently and leans up to lightly pepper the gruff man's face with kisses as he sighs against the hands on his beaten body. "We should go for a picnic or something nice, sometime."

Aizawa tilts his head a little at the question, mulling it over, "I don't think so," he muses, though the positioning of his hands may indicate otherwise, "But yes, if we ever get a chance to take a break together, without school, let's." He grins contentedly under the playful barrage of kisses, ducking in occasionally to give one in return, before he pulls his hands free and swings his leg back over to settle back in against Toshi's side. "So, what this tells me, is that... we're both pretty new to this whole relationship idea. If we hit a rough patch now and then, that's to be expected as we learn and grow together. Don't let yourself be fooled into thinking I want you any less."

The blonde reaches over and snags that leg to pull the shorter man on top of him again. "I'm okay with you squashing me a bit... I like it, okay?" He mumbles, ducking his head some, "And yeah... we can always talk about it. We're adults, after all. A little rough patch won't affect how I feel either, but it's best to get past it quickly." He contentedly wriggles under Shouta's weight, both hands resting on his ribs.

Nearly losing his balance at the correction to his change of position, Aizawa laughs a little and clings to Toshi's lanky frame with tight arms before he settles back into place, this time with his hips a little closer in against the ones beneath him. "You like being squashed? I could talk to Mount Lady..." He teases a grin up along Toshi's jawline before nibbling playfully at one earlobe, running his hands down the length of Yagi's arms to grasp the other hero's wrists in strong fingers, not yet pulling them in any specific direction, merely suggesting the potential for restraint.

“Hahah, I don't want to be squashed by HER," Toshinori laughs, wriggling the slightest bit against the grasp on his wrists, but not pulling away at all, "I like your weight, though... it feels good against my body, like you fit there." He shifts a bit more, tiny tiny motions, brushing his hips slowly across his lover's.

Aizawa arches one eyebrow and leans in to gently nudge his head up under the older hero's chin, "Toshinori, with as tall as you are? Just about anybody could fit here. There's nothing special about me, you're just describing the same soothing benefit that most mammals get from light compression." He gently tugs those bony wrists down to rest in his lap, then wraps his arms around the whole of Yagi's shoulders and torso, linking his fingers together in the back to pull the larger man into a firm hug. "See? Temple Grandin documented this phenomenon a while ago."

"You idiot," the tall blonde laughingly sighs, "I don't want anyone else here but you. You, you, you. You make my heart hurt and my hands shake. I want to be near you, touch you, love you, and kiss you everyday. But today..." He twists his hands a little to stroke careful fingers up the insides of Shouta's thighs as he growls very quietly, voice dropping to a lower octave, "...Today, I'm really enjoying being held down by you."

The words seem to hit home to some extent, as Shouta falters a little in his usual clinical approach, his arms falling slack to rest around Toshi's elbows as he soaks in the affirmations. The teasing fingers at his inseam help to snap him back to the more physical plane as he considers the suggestive tone and their compromising position. "Is that so," he drawls softly, almost conspiratorially, grinning up at the taller man as he pulls his arms in tight again and slowly grinds in to meet those playful hands, "You could easily break out of my hold at any time, but... I'll see if something a little more restrictive can be arranged." He pauses for a moment as he runs through a mental catalogue of his tools and supplies, most of which are nearly a decade old but should still be in working condition. "By the way," he intones gently with a tilt of his head, leaning in to plant a kiss to the end of Toshi's nose, "This might be a good opportunity to establish some safe-words. Just in case."

"I already thought about that, in case you ever wanted to... do this. Sunflower." The blonde pauses to give Shouta a slow, languid kiss, his upper torso shifting upwards to press against his lover's, one broad palm slowly grinding across the front of his slacks. "And... I'd like to see what your bed looks like. After yesterday, I’m kind of all couch'd out."

Aizawa chuckles softly and shakes his head, "Eager, are we." He bites his lip for a moment, appreciating the palm against his groin, before he nods and loosens his grip. "Of course. If you'll follow me, just watch your head, there's low frames in an older building like this." He carefully slides down from Toshi's lap and pulls him up off the couch, leading him hand-in-hand down a short hallway to the dark room at the end. There's no overhead fixture, but a small lamp on the night stand by the bed gives off sufficient light to see by well enough. The bed in question is plain and minimalist in design, with glossy black posters jutting up from the corners and very little in the way of ornamentation. A short bench with a laundry basket sits at the foot of the bed, and Aizawa tucks the basket under one arm as he hurriedly picks up a few scattered garments before shoving it into an empty corner of the room. "Sorry, I wasn't expecting..." He trails off vaguely and leans in with one leg out as a counterbalance, reaching across the modest, queen-sized mattress to smooth out the grey comforter over the top, before he stands back at attention and gestures with one hand. "Well, there it is."

"Mm, I hadn't honestly pictured you with such a fancy bed," Toshinori laughs gently, sliding one hand up one of the posters at the foot of the bed. Suddenly he grins and leans his hips into it, giving a playfully little bump and grind like it's a stripper's pole. "I figured you'd have a futon on the floor like most Japanese people, but I can honestly say I'm grateful you don't, because it would kill my back in very short order." He laughs and lets go of the poster, and slides belly down onto the bed, his feet hanging off the edge a little. For a minute he wriggles against the comforter, plainly getting comfortable.

"Heh, for a while, you would have been right to assume." Aizawa holds on to the same post as he peels his socks off and tosses them into the basket in the corner, then settles in to sit on the side of the mattress, reaching over to pet fondly at Toshi's head. "But I stumbled into a bit of a windfall once, and happened to be into the 'scene' at the time, and one of those old flings managed to talk me into spending it all on this bulky thing. I dread trying to take it with me if I ever move... But it's definitely come in handy once or twice." He trails his fingernails lightly down the scruff of Yagi's neck, pulling away to root around through a dresser drawer. "Hmm, how do cuffs sound? Or were you more in the mood for rope? If I can still remember some good ties... Might have to look those up again."

"The scene, hm? That sounds pretty racy! I think we should stick with cuffs if you need a refresher on how to do knots... I have no idea how to, but it seems fun!" The lanky blonde laughs a bit breathlessly as he eagerly wriggles out of his shirt and tosses it to land on the laundry basket as well. For a minute he self-consciously stills and strokes his own battered side with one hand, looking a bit tense, before he shakes his head and his mood. "Sh-shouta... I've only done this once. Take care of me?"

"Of course," Aizawa plucks the bundle of padded aluminum cuffs from the bottom of the drawer, and sets the keys on the nightstand before shutting the dresser with his hip and returning to the bed. Halfway kneeling on the mattress with one foot still on the floor, he arranges the four pairs on one of the several pillows and reaches in to run a warm palm along Toshi's jawline and down his back. "It's only fair to return the favor, after all, you did so well for me yesterday at school... Such a gentleman," Shouta teases softly with a squeeze to one buttock, trying out a little praise to get himself into a more appropriate headspace, "Tell me about the one time?"

The lanky blonde man flushes a bit at the praise, eyeing the cuffs before propping his head up in one hand so that he can keep talking without being buried in the pillows. "W-well... he used rope, and tied this kind of harness thing around my chest? It was a lot of knots, and my arms were pinned behind me. I don't know what it's called... but I... I really enjoyed it. That was... before I got my scar, though, I don't think I could hold up under that kind of harness anymore..." Toshinori huffs a small sigh, and touches his scar again with light fingers.

"Ah, shibari." Aizawa nods and scoops his scarf off with one arm, draping it over the closest post, then he pulls his shirt off and scoots in closer on the bed, pulling his leg up to cuddle in with his right arm beneath Toshi's head, gently meeting the long fingers in a little tangle across the flower of scar tissue. "I will need to know your limitations. How does this damage affect you? Your range of motion or positions? Your breathing? Your stamina?" He glances at the clock on the night stand and realizes suddenly just how late in the evening it's gotten, and with so much more ahead of them, "Hey, uh, will Mara be okay on her own tonight? I don't want her starving because of us."

Looking surprised at the flurry of knowledgeable questions, Toshinori blinks a bit and tries to focus. "W-well I'm missing a few pieces... specifically three ribs, my stomach, my left lung. And I can't lean too far to the right because it pulls the scar tissue, and I can't hold my breath for that long, but I think other than that, I'm fine?" He squeezes at his lover's hand gently and turns to give him a soft kiss. "Thank you..for asking...and Mar's fine, she has her dish of dry cat food, I'll just get yelled at when I get home for her treats."

Shouta tries to keep from flinching with each blow of news, as though the damage had been done to HIS body, not to the Symbol of Peace. He squeezes gently at Toshi's fingers, reaching up to pet down at the golden hair again, taking a moment to mentally file away the gruesome new information. "Good, good to know." He smiles shakily and bends in close to press a kiss to his partner's forehead, pulling his arm out from under Toshi's head and replacing it with another pillow. Scooting down the mattress on his knees, Aizawa pulls the first pillow closer as he settles into a kneel nearby the taller man's feet. Moving carefully to keep contact somewhere on Yagi's body at all times, he uses one knee to scoop an ankle in close, and fastens the first cuff around it, testing the looseness with two fingers able to fit snugly between skin and the black velvet padding. "How's that? And... how would you feel about a blindfold?"

"N-nervous, but... I trust you, I'm willing to try it. That feels fine, the padding feels nice on my skin." Toshinori jiggles the cuffed ankle slightly, blushing at hearing the metal clanking. He turns his head and reaches down with one long arm to slide a hand over Shouta's body, up his thigh and across his taut abs.

With a little smirk, Aizawa catches the wrist in a tight grip before it can reach too far up his body. He languidly waggles a finger in a playful admonishing gesture, "Ah ah, getting handsy are we? Can't have that..." In one fluid motion, he reaches for another set of cuffs and fastens it around the wrist he's captured, testing the tightness once more before he releases it, letting Toshi's arm dangle by the chain as he holds tight to the other cuff. "I'll need you to roll onto your right side for me. "

The tall blonde laughs a bit breathlessly and slowly shifts to his right side before holding up his right wrist to be bound to the left. "Was that a command? I kind of liked the way you said that," he grins, looking a bit flushed and giving a small squirm on the bedspread.

Leaning in to fasten the loose cuff to the other wrist, still taking care to keep from cutting off any circulation, Shouta chuckles softly and runs a few fingertips all the way down from the blonde hairline, over every bump and ridge of his spine, until he reaches the short chain near the small of his back. "It was... a request. You've been good enough so far that I haven't needed to command." Watching contentedly as his partner squirms, he pauses until the right moment, then makes a two-handed grab for both ankles. "Let me know if this is too much of a stretch," he murmurs gently, leaning in closer to Toshi's ear. Using one hand to pin both feet, one stacked atop the other, he reaches for the taut chain and pulls it (and by extension, Yagi's arms, shoulders, and upper body) close enough to loop the chain of the ankle cuffs up and over it, tugging gently for confirmation and assent before he clasps the last cuff around the free ankle, effectively hog-tying the taller hero. "So far so good?"

Toshinori stills and thinks carefully for a minute, then slowly tenses his whole body against the pressure of the restraints until the chain creaks, his muscles rippling a little with exertion, before he relaxes back against the bed. "I'm okay right now, I'll let you know if I start to cramp, okay? Shouta... seriously... I'll do my best, but if I can't stop from transforming, you'll need to stop me."

Aizawa tilts his head a little at the warning, a slight furrow creasing between his brows. "You mean to say it's not voluntary? Hm, duly noted. I'll keep an eye on you," He powers his quirk on for just a moment, sending his hair floating as he gives a deliberate red-eyed wink and reaches up to gather the black locks into a quick, messy bun before releasing the ability by closing both eyes as he pauses to center himself, one hand resting on Toshi's hip. "Now for the fun part. Help me get you onto your knees." He scoops one hand in under the bound hero's right shoulder, lifting from the bed to help get him upright.

"It's... not always voluntary, no..." The lanky blonde man sighs a bit and shifts, tucking his right now a bit higher than his left. He pauses and thinks for a minute, head tilted, then throws all of his weight towards the left and he leverages with his right knee, the chain squeaking and groaning a bit against the pressure. Toshinori hisses a little, but clenches his abs, trying to tip his weight properly onto his knees by himself.

With one hand tugging at his right shoulder and the other hooked in around his left elbow, Aizawa was about to take on the brunt of the effort in lifting All Might's weight. But the resourceful hero surprises him by jerking up hard enough to struggle into place without much assistance at all. "Jesus, Toshi, calm down. Do NOT hurt yourself trying to be obedient here. I wouldn't ask you to do that." Shouta reaches behind the taller man and grabs two pillows, tucking the flatter one under Yagi's ankles and the heftier one just beneath his thighs, held in place by the interlocked chains. Running his palms gently along nearly every plane of Toshi's body, Aizawa carefully checks to make sure no single part is bearing too much weight or pulled too far out of comfort, occasionally adding a soft pressure in his fingertips to massage away the tension in particularly tight muscles as he goes.

The taller hero sighs softly and relaxes against the pillows under him, before suddenly turning his head to cough loudly. The coughing goes on for a minute before he turns his head back, a dribble of blood streaking down his chin from the corner of his mouth. "I'm sorry... I'm just not accustomed to asking for help! I'll try and relax about doing that again, heh." Toshinori turns his head and scrubs his mouth against one pale shoulder, leaving a wide red mark across his fair skin.

Shouta freezes up as the coughing starts, his eyes going practically wide the longer it goes on, until he's diving for the keys on the night stand, about to un-do the bindings and rush the injured teacher to the hospital if need be, but before he can even get to the first cuff, it suddenly stops. Hands a little shaky as he reaches out to steady Toshinori with a palm on either side of his ribcage, he pales a little at the sight of the blood. "That can't be good... Are you going to be okay? Should we stop?" He leans back over to the nightstand, setting the keys back down (a little closer this time), and rummaging around in the drawer for the box of tissues stashed in there. But by the time he gets back to wipe away the trickle of blood, it's already been turned into smears. He sighs softly in frustration, "You promise to do better about asking for help, and then you don't even let me wipe your face." He twists back to the nightstand and swaps the tissue box for a pack of wet-wipes, thankfully still rather well-stocked despite the rare occasion for usage. With a firm grip to the older man’s shoulder, fingers digging in to the freckled flesh a little, Aizawa wipes away as much blood as he's able to spot in the dim lighting, then tosses the wipe in a nearby wastebasket.

"Shouta.." The gaunt blonde softens a bit and surges forward to drop a tender kiss on his lover's mouth, tasting faintly of the coppery aftertaste of blood. "Shouta, I'm okay. I promise. It's just an old injury I keep aggravating. I'll let you know if I'm actually hurting okay?" He pauses and tilts his head a little. "I'll be good, I promise. I'm just really used... to being on my own. Are you still okay with this?" He shrugs one shoulder to indicate the cuffs and bindings and all.

Pulling back from the metallic kiss, Eraserhead's expression softens a little, or at least falls closer to its usual neutrality. "You worried me," he mutters softly, his hands still working overtime to cover every inch of Toshi's skin and keep him grounded and real. "This was mostly for your benefit," He shrugs one bare shoulder and rolls his head slowly from side to side, keeping that intense eye contact as he shuffles closer on his knees until he's practically straddling Toshi's thighs, then slowly slides his hands down to the button of Toshi's pants. "So you tell me. Just how badly do you want this?"

Toshinori sucks in a little breath at both the eye contact and the teasing hand on his lower belly. "Very... very much," he whispers harshly, his breath hitching slightly in his throat, "But only if you're interested too. I don't want to push you into anything that won't be good for the both of us." The taller teacher can't help but twitch his thighs even as he says that, very clearly excited from the way his pants are already straining a little.

"Oho, don't worry," Aizawa grins toothily and unfastens the fly on his captive's pants, "I will definitely be getting something out of this too. But first... scoot back against the wall, you'll need the support." Sprawling his leg out to slide off the bed, Shouta saunters over to the dresser and back again, this time bearing a black silk handkerchief. He sets it to the side as he helps to finish getting Toshi situated, making sure his knees are still good before he dumps the two remaining pairs of cuffs onto the floor and props the last pillow up between Yagi's shoulder blades and the wall. Then, leaning in over him for one last little nudge of foreheads, Shouta presses a kiss between those dark eyes before covering them with the silk wrap, tying it at the back of his partner's head and under the long golden bangs to let them hang free. "Comfy?"

"Yeah, I'm okay," Toshinori practically purrs, tilting his head from side to side to make sure that he can't see a speck of light, then he leans back comfortably against the pillow behind his spine as he waits for more, totally restrained at this point.

Keeping in the same habit of maintaining constant contact, Shouta slides both palms all the way down from the back of Toshi's head, over his shoulders and chest, down to the loosened waistline of his pants, which he takes with him (boxers and all) as his hands continue their downward trek, letting go only when the slightly-spread angle of the taller man's thighs prevents the oversized garment from sliding down any further. Teasing the fingers of one hand back up to hold his blind lover's chin steady, Aizawa looms in closer with first a warm breath against his face, then even warmer lips pressed to his mouth. And soon after, his other hand shifts upward to trail feather-light touches along the one part of Yagi which has just been freed. Pulling away slightly, Aizawa murmurs against those lips,"You were telling me yesterday how good I looked? You should see yourself now, Toshi. In fact... can I take another picture of you, for posterity?"

"Y-yeah," the blonde pants a little, his lips slightly parted, his skin prickling underneath his lover's hot palm. He groans a little at the teasing touches, a slow blush creeping across his bare neck and face as he can only imagine what he looks like trussed up like this, the thought alone sending a tiny bead of precum dripping down his shaft.

"Thanks," Those lips smile softly against Toshi's skin as they drag over to press a soft peck to his angular cheekbone, "I'm going to back up to get a good shot, but I'll still be right here with you," Shouta warns softly before he pulls away, leaving his prize alone on the bed. A few considerate hums of concentration can be heard from about halfway across the room, and then closer, and then one more self-satisfied chuckle from only inches away, accompanied by the quiet shutter-click noise from the phone the whole way.

Soon after, there's the sound of something hard being set onto the nightstand, a soft mumbled apology of "Couldn't make up my mind," and the rustling drop of Shouta's cargo-laden uniform pants falling to the floor. The little drawer in the night stand rumbles open and closed once more, and the mattress shifts as Shouta crawls back atop it, approaching closer until those rough-skinned hands are back on Toshi's thighs, one staying splayed across the taller man's right shoulder blade, the other skipping off into midair until the headboard pulls in a millimeter closer from the weight of the grip hanging off of it.

Then almost all at once, the firm weight of Shouta's body settles in atop Yagi's hips, bare skin to bare skin, with the straining, leaking reminder of Toshi's need nestled along the cleft between warm cheeks. "Still doing okay?" Shouta's voice floats in from somewhere just above Toshi's head, tinged with the hint of a lustful grin. Toshinori can't help but gasp loudly as little tremors of lust shiver over his skin from the sudden contact of body pressed to body. He leans forward blindly, tongue out, until he feels it press against Shouta's body. With a little nuzzle he swipes across what feels like a collarbone, hesitant and playful and very very excited.

"Being looked at like that... like I'm a prize, Shouta, that made me so hard for you," The blonde pants wetly against the gruff teacher's skin before he bites down and sucks roughly, his hips jolting upward, proving beyond a doubt this is very good for him. Aizawa hums fondly and leans into the desperate mouth, letting Toshi play along his throat as he rests his chin atop the other's crown, reaching back to squeeze and massage along his shoulders and arms, making sure to keep the bloodflow circulating through them.

"Oh yeah? I worried a little, you said you didn't like being eye-candy. But this?" There's a sudden rough grip into the golden hair, and simultaneously another around the heavy shaft poking at Shouta's backside, "All of this is just for me. Mine." Toshinori gasps loudly at the hard yank on his thick hair and trembles, his arms tugging at his cuffs roughly. Aizawa chuckles low in the back of his throat as his hands loosen and slip away from their respective claims, and his tone of voice sounds halfway sinister, and halfway aroused, as though the two drives were combining and working their way into Eraserhead's mindset.

A warm, wet breath puffs against Toshi's cheek, followed by a soft tongue, tracing along his jawline until his earlobe is clasped gently between teeth in a little bite before they part to speak against his ear, "I need you to be a good boy for me and make a decision... Do you want me to stand up and fuck that gorgeous mouth of yours, or would you rather I sit all the way down and use you as my personal toy?" He pulls back and rests his hands on either of those sloped shoulders, "Stand," a finger trails over Toshi’s lips, chin, adam's apple, and into the hollow of his throat, "Or sit," a loose ring of finger and thumb drags from glans to groin. "Choose one."

Yagi can't help but twist a little, following the touch of hands and the seductive words of his lover. "P-please, have a seat," he gulps, trembling a little as he blindly tilts his head back, the touches and whispers and sensations driving him crazy with lust.

"Ah," Shouta ducks in for a brief kiss and grins against those lips again, "Such a gentleman. Don't mind if I do." There's a brief pause as he pulls away, both hands trailing down All Might's front, where he lingers for a moment with his palms at 1 and 3 in that secret little reassurance, fingertips curling in gently before continuing onward. With one arm braced around Yagi's waist, Aizawa's hips twist slightly in place as he leans back to grab the bottle of lube he'd fetched from the nightstand drawer earlier, and pops the cap with an audible sticky creak. The second hand pulls away then too, there's a sloppy wet sound of hands rubbing together a little, and then Shouta leans in to lie his chest against Toshi's, angling forward to better reach behind himself with both hands.

With a soft grunt of effort, and a few clumsy brushes of knuckles against the waiting shaft behind him, Aizawa cramps his wrists in at an awkward angle, taking his time to work himself open with slick, dripping fingers. After a while, one hand shifts a few inches and wraps back around Toshi's length, sliding up to cup the head, then back down to the base, spreading the excess lube until the entirety is gleaming wet in the cool air. "Mm," Aizawa purrs softly as he nuzzles in to drag his stubble against Toshi's chest, "You'll make a fine toy indeed."

The taller teacher trembles at the praise and the sticky coolness being spread up and down his cock, a few stray drips flecking his bare thighs, tugging on the restraints in an effort to keep still. He rocks forward into that tight grasp with a slow moan, his head thrown back and neck arched. Toshinori pants, open-mouthed, as a stray curl of steam rises from his shoulders. "Please Shouta, I've been good," he gasps loudly, desperately.

True to his word, Eraserhead has been keeping a watchful eye out for any telltale signs of trouble, and quickly snaps his power into focus on Toshinori's body until those limp golden bangs go floating upwards, quelling the uprising of muscle strain before it gets too far. "Careful, there. I can't hold that off forever..." It almost seems like breaking character at this point, with as far as he'd gotten worked into this dominant mental state, but Aizawa tries his best to split his focus between the two worlds- one where a quirk out of control could seriously injure them both, and one where the worst they have to worry about is a little teasing and prolonging of the inevitable. "And yes, you have been good, such a wonderful, cooperative present, wrapped up and sitting pretty for me."

Shouta pulls his fingers free from where they'd been holding him open while his mind was occupied with other tasks, and he braces his palm against Toshi's navel as his other hand firmly guides that swollen head to slide between his cheeks again. Determined not to release his hold on All Might's quirk until he's gotten far enough to sate him, Eraserhead keeps his eyes trained on the blindfolded face as he carefully twerks his hips into a better angle and fits that leaking tip into place against his entrance, then slowly pushes himself down onto it, groaning softly as his body gives way to let his lover in. Inch by inch, he sinks lower and closer, until his eyes flutter shut from the pleasure and his power drains away, relinquishing its invisible hold on the otherwise-still-bound man beneath him.

Toshinori arches his back a bit as he feels the brunt of Eraserhead's quirk wash over his body, the feel of it like that of a slight smack all across his skin at once. Completely out of words, he darts his head forward to wrap his teeth around Shouta's throat in a gentle bite, just pressing barely against his flesh as the blonde hero squirms against his bonds, the metal chains creaking and clinking. The perfect white teeth sink in a bit harder as he feels his lover's tight body surrounding him, muffling his almost feral groan of pleasure, before he pulls away to fiercely kiss any skin he can reach.

Aizawa finally frees both hands and replaces them on the headboard, using it to hold his weight better as he shifts in Toshinori's lap, carefully drawing his legs up from under him to balance confidently on the balls of his feet. Leaning in happily to let that busy mouth have at his throat, he bends his knees a little tighter to sink the rest of the way down to Yagi's base, meeting flush against his hips with a soft groan of satisfaction. "Mmm, you're doing so good, Toshi, look at how strong you are like this. Steady and patient and obedient and mine." The erasure hero has been running his hands down the other's arms again as he teases, gripping a quick yank of the chain against the taller man's ankles as he hits that last possessive note. "Think you can hold my weight? I want to try something..."

With a low growl of pleasure the tall blonde pulls his head away from Shouta's skin, abandoning the dark teeth marks he's putting there for now. "I-I can handle it...." Toshinori arches a bit against his restraints as he trembles, grinding his hips upward to meet each downward thrust of his lover, the chain and cuffs squeaking against the pressure in the quiet bedroom. He tilts his head forward again as he gives a low groan, sweat dripping down his chest and back, his whole body flexed against Shouta's weight, as he resumes harshly nipping and biting at the skin brushing against his mouth.

Dragging blunt nails across sweat-dampened skin as he goes, Shouta shoves his fingers into the blond hair once again, then slides his hands down to hold tightly to where the bangs framing Toshi's face have just been daring him to use them as handlebars. "Look, you've even got built-in reins... like you were MADE to be ridden."

Accentuating his point, Aizawa rocks forward on his feet, lifting himself a few inches and shuddering as the heavy shaft buried within him comes sliding back out... But before it can go too far, he lets himself drop back down, starting to work into an ungainly posting rhythm atop Yagi's lanky frame, making good on his earlier threat as he tilts his hips just right to use the angle of penetration to hit against his own prostate on each lunge, drawing forth a soft whimper in the back of his throat at how amazing it feels.

As he hears the dark praise he makes another low moan and sharply thrusts upward, the contrasts between the filthy talk, the tight clenching heat around his shaft and the sharp pain from the tug on his hair rapidly becoming too much for him to take. Toshinori clenches his teeth as a little bead of blood trickles down his chin, his breath coming explosively in sharp pants.

Attentive as ever, Aizawa spies the little tell-tale signs of the older hero overworking himself, and falters in his movements, quickly swapping his grip back to the headboard before he loses his balance. Torn between stopping altogether for safety and pressing onward to chase that perfect release of the pressure he's been building for himself, Shouta pauses to do a quick mental calculation, and settles on a middle ground.

"You've been such a good pet," he leans in with his cheek brushing past the blindfold to murmur into Toshi's ear once more, trying to keep his concern out of the dominant tone he's built up to, "But I need you to do one last thing for me..." Not even entirely sure whether this will work, Aizawa slowly raises himself up on trembling legs, lifting his hips until that wonderful pressure has all but slidden completely from within, speaking in hushed tones directly into that ear the whole way. "Give yourself to me, Toshinori Yagi. Your body, your love, your control, your power, your pleasure... I want it all. If you are truly mine, I need you to prove it to me in this moment. Just let go for me, and I will take all you have to give."

Shifting his feet back a little to regain his leverage, Shouta wraps his left arm in around Yagi's ribcage, wedged between his back and the arms pressed to the pillow. His right hand comes to rest ever-so-lightly atop the starburst-shaped scar, and he strains to maintain the pose, growling a little more loudly as he pulls away from Toshi's ear, "Three... two... one." All at once, he shoves his hips back down, engulfing the full length of the taller man's need in one smooth push, simultaneously clamping his teeth against that golden skin, biting hard enough to leave a bruise atop his collarbone.

Toshinori gasps painfully loudly in the quiet bedroom air and tosses his head back against the wall with a loud thump, the pain from the sudden bite streaking down his spine to mix with the electric pool of heat in his belly, the bite of the cuffs on his limbs and the clenching tightness of Shouta's body. He trembles head to foot for just a second before he suddenly cums with a loud yell, every muscle in his body tensed and thrown in high relief, the blood trickling down the side of his neck to pool at his collarbone. WIth every spurt, he trembles, keeping the tight pose for a long moment, before he suddenly sags forward, gasping and sweat soaked and spent, his gaunt body pressing heavily on his smaller lover's. He turns his head to press a kiss over the gruff man's ear with a raw whisper of "Jesus Christ, Shouta.".

Shouta's heart skips a few beats when more of that blood leaks out, more than can possibly be benign, nonetheless healthy, and he trembles softly in his tight hold against Toshi's chest, praying silently that he hasn't just killed his partner by pushing him too hard instead of stopping at the first sign of trouble... Reaching for the headboard again to pull himself up, he tries to avoid an even bigger mess by purposefully clamping down as he pulls away from the other's body, keeping as much trapped within as possible until a later time. "I'll be right back," he promises solemnly, turning to take a step across the mattress toward the night stand, and letting himself stumble and fall to his knees, then flat on his front, sprawled far enough to reach the keys and the wipes.

"Hang in there," the makeshift dom insists as he rolls to return to Toshi's side, fumbling a little as he gets the cuff around the left ankle undone, quickly throwing it back over the upper chain to free both legs to stretch back out again. Helping carefully to get the taller man into a more comfortable sitting position against the headboard, Aizawa kneels between his thighs and runs a wipe along that worrisome trail of blood, then across his forehead and neck to help cool him off, meanwhile using his free hand to take stock of Yagi's pulse and airflow. "Are you in pain? Can you breathe?"

The gaunt blonde slumps backwards against the headboard exhaustedly, panting to catch his breath. He nods a little and turns blindly to press his head into his lover's hands, his own limbs loose and limp along the pillows and mattress of the bed. "I'm... fine, I'm okay... it's that old injury, but I'm okay." He pauses a minute, hands loosely resting in the cuffs behind his back, before leaning towards Shouta's body to clumsily nuzzle at his face and neck. "I'm okay, but wow, was that amazing." He pants for a moment longer, slowly cooling off, the aftershocks from his orgasm leaving him a limp wreck of a man.

Slowly starting to believe that maybe he hadn't just royally fucked up after all, Aizawa relaxes a little and pulls a fresh wipe from the box, using it to go over every inch of Toshi's skin, holding steady as he pulls the larger man's torso in against his own chest to reach behind him and wipe down his arms, swiping carefully into each cuff to make sure they're still comfortable. Then with a third wipe in hand, he carefully scoots backward until his feet dangle off the edge of the bed, pulling Yagi's pants along with him, getting his feet free and pulling the garment off over the still-cuffed right ankle before setting the bundle behind him on the little bench, and proceeding to wipe down those long legs, and after a moment's hesitation, the sensitive skin still covered in a mixture of various fluids.

Tossing both wipes into the wastebasket, Shouta clambers back up closer to slip his left arm back around Toshi's waist as he hooks a thumb in under the front of the blindfold, giving a little tug to warn him to guard his eyes against the sudden change in light levels, then he slowly peels the black silk up and away. "Hey there," he murmurs softly, the tiniest hint of a smile starting to form on one side, "How're you feeling?" Setting aside the silk kerchief, Aizawa reaches back with both arms to start a firm massage into the muscles of Toshi's back, shoulders, and arms, keeping them all relatively comfortable... but not freeing them just yet.

Toshinori hisses a bit and tenses at the touch of the wipe on his still-sensitive shaft, but he holds still as best he can, flinching only a little. He heaves a small sigh as the wet wipe finally moves on, and lowers his head submissively to have the blindfold pulled away. Blinking in the mostly darkened room, he lifts his eyes to meet Shouta’s, and finally is able to lay a kiss to his mouth properly before nuzzling up against his neck. Aizawa finally does smile softly, then, against those lips when they meet his own, returning the tender touch until Toshi pulls away. "'M okay," The taller hero mumbles a bit tiredly, leaning into the tender massage as he closes his eyes with a purr. Suddenly, he pulls back and shakes his head briskly to shake this feeling of lethargy. "Wait, Shouta, did you...?" the blonde asks hesitantly, eager for this to have been a fun evening for them both.

Still kneading away down Toshi's arms, Aizawa tilts his head slightly at the vague, unfinished question, until it hangs long enough to gather some semblance of meaning. "Ah, no, not yet~" Finally reaching the juncture of the still-fastened cuffs, he plucks playfully at the chain between them with one finger, emphasizing the last word. "I had to reward you first, after all. You were... remarkable." Still keeping steady eye contact, he attempts to read Yagi's mood and energy levels, trying to judge whether to free him of the last binding and call it a night, or whether there might be a chance for a little more fun.

Toshinori blinks and shakes his head again to shake the lethargy, then tilts his head to the side slightly, one hand behind his back twisting upward to stroke at the finger sliding along the chain that binds him. "Y-you already treated me so well," He shivers a bit at the intense eye contact and looks down, a blush spreading across his face. "Would you... like to stand this time," the blonde hero asks in a soft voice, curious to see if he had any limits to asking for something.

Pulling his hands back up along Toshi's flanks, the smaller hero rests one over the bright red bite mark he’d left on the collarbone, and cradles that angular face in the other palm, stroking over his cheek with a gentle thumb, appreciating the sight of the blush spreading there. He finally breaks into that manic grin when the offer is made, a little jolt of arousal coursing down his spine at the thought alone. "Peeking at the alternate ending, are we? I suppose that can be arranged... If you'll scoot back against the wall, again, that is." Pulling his hand away, Aizawa sets the keys aside on the nightstand again for safe-keeping, then props up one of his legs and fluidly pushes himself to his feet, grabbing one of the discarded pillows as he goes.

Leaning in with one hand against the wall to make sure the bound arms are cushioned against the headboard once more, Shouta tucks the second pillow in between Toshi's head and the wall above the bed. He can't remember having ever stood on this bed before, it's a little novel, but nothing he can't handle after spending most of his hero career in much higher places. He marvels for a second at how their two separate sizes seem to fit together perfectly yet again, as he plants a sturdy foot to either side of Yagi's thighs, and rakes his fingers up and through that golden tangle of hair, the older teacher's face lining up directly at the same height as Shouta's hips.

The blonde hero nods and wriggles backwards as best he can, leaning forward from the headboard to accept the pillow protecting his neck from the hard wall behind it. He blinks up at Shouta a bit, his body tingling a little as he's looked down on from the other man's superior height, little prickles of desire uncurling in his belly. He can’t help but feel a little meek in the position, his hands bound and face practically in his lover's crotch, the intense stare raising little goosebumps on his arms. Instead of taking a forward role like he had the day before in the teacher’s lounge, Toshi turns his head a little to line it up with Shouta's cock and opens his mouth permissively, his tongue teasing his lower lip as he waits patiently.

Aizawa watches this subtle transformation with keen interest, taking careful mental notes to adjust his style accordingly, doing his best to line up his demeanor with what his partner seems to want. "You know," he purrs softly, trailing his fingertips along Toshi's jaw and temple, "I'm actually thinking this is better without the blindfold. This way I get to watch juuust how much you enjoy being used." Smiling wryly, he plants his left hand against the wall as a brace and leans in a little closer, using his right hand to stroke himself a couple times before lining up to place his head on Yagi's waiting tongue. "One last thing," he croons, uncurling his fingers to let the weight of his shaft rest in place there, "Since your mouth will be too busy to mention any flowers, use your leg to push mine away, instead. Acceptable?"

Toshinori makes a little nod and nudges his knee over to prove that he understood, briefly and slowly rubbing it against Shouta's before he refocuses and cradles the head of his lover's dick on his tongue, his lashes falling partway shut as he sinks farther into this submissive headspace. He trembles a little as he recalls the praise, both dirty and otherwise. Hearing it makes him feel desired, which sends a shudder straight down his back, between his clenched shoulderblades, under his sweat-streaked skin, and right to his groin. In this setting, he'd literally do anything to hear more of that praise from his lover’s lips.

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"Good~" Shouta returns the gentle nudge back against Yagi's thigh with his calf, trailing his fingertips back down his temple and along his jaw. Then, careful not to make any sudden movements, he gently hooks his fingers under Toshi's chin to pull his jaw upward, manually closing his mouth around the sensitive burden. "Keep that nice and snug for me, if you can." It's a welcome respite to go from straining fruitlessly against Toshi's abs to sliding in along that warm, inviting tongue. A little shiver runs through Aizawa's frame as he slips his hand around to the back of the blond's head, adding extra support and contact on top of the pillow already there, and applying a moderate grip to the nape of his neck as he leans in further, pushing his hips into Toshi's face until that pointed nose digs in against his gut. "Yessss... you'll do quite nicely, I think."

With a shudder he can't quite hide, the tall blonde tightens his mouth firmly around the cock resting on his tongue until he can press it against the roof of his mouth, his cheeks hollowing a bit as he starts to noisily suck. He flickers his tongue under the head and down the underside of the shaft before cradling the stiff organ again, pausing to shoot hot looks upwards while a bit of saliva escapes and drips down his chin. He huffs a few breaths through his nose and croons low in his throat, his mouth vibrating a little with the sensation.

Still attentive but finally relaxing into a little pampering, Aizawa hums happily as he sinks into the warmth of Toshi's mouth, letting his eyes sink shut for a moment as he savors the sensation with a soft moan. "Ohhh, who knew All Might had such a mouth on him..." Glancing down to check on his captive once more, Shouta shivers as he meets the submissive gaze already trained up at him. "You're doing so well, Toshi. You must have been craving this, hmm? You're already drooling over me." He pulls his hand in closer to swipe at the corner of Yagi's mouth, just glad it's coming away clear instead of red this time.

Sliding his left palm off the wall, he tangles both hands into the golden hair again, giving a comforting squeeze before he pulls back into that two-handed grip on the long bangs. "You know," he muses playfully, testing the waters with a little backward shove of his hips, "from now on," pulling the bangs taut, "every time I see these," keeping the hair-hold tight as he rocks his hips in again, "I'll be thinking of this..." He pulls back again, this time leaving the comfort of that warm mouth, bending at the knees and hips until he's peering down at Toshinori with only a few inches between them, reaching to lightly scrape his fingernails up under the lower man's chin, "And so will you... Won't you, Toshinori?" He gives a sudden little tug at the one handful of hair still in his grasp, his lips curling into a smirk.

Moaning very softly about the cock buried in his mouth, Toshinori works his tongue roughly along its length, curling and sucking the best he knows how, the better to please Shouta. He bobs his head a little in time with the thrusts, swallowing every time the sensitive head brushes the back of his throat. He makes a series of pleased noises at the sharp tugs on his bangs, trying to express how much the simple act of pulling on his hair feels amazing right now, gasping a little as Shouta finally pulls out of his mouth. He pants as his head hangs from the grip on his hair, his lashes still lowered shyly, finally managing to scrape together enough brain cells to whisper out through wet, flushed lips, "Yes... sir..."

Shouta breaks into that mirthless grin once more as his partner responds beautifully to the prompt without the need for any reinforcement. "Good boy." Breaking character for a split second, he crouches to close the distance between them and presses a firm kiss to Toshi's forehead, his eyes making a quick sweep over the other's expression, checking in to make sure he hasn't pushed too far. Then in the blink of an eye, he's back to his feet, fingertips guiding Toshi by the jaw as he pushes back into the warmth of his throat all over again, letting his hands roam from crown to cowl as he leans more of his weight in with each jerk of his hips against the older hero's face, using almost enough force to fuck him through the added cushion of the pillow, but not quite... the whole time, muttering sour nothings about his mouth, his obedience, his desire, his possession, the words coming out a tangle as he edges closer to an excited enough state to let his brain go blank for a second. "Fuck, Toshi..."

Toshinori hears the quiet curse and slowly raises his eyes up to meet Shouta's and he sucks hard, lips working around his length as his tongue works the underside. A low excited heat pools in his stomach as he watches the younger man rapidly approaching the edge, a low groan sneaking out of his stuffed mouth. A sharp metallic clink is heard as he unconsciously tries to touch, but the cuffs dig into his hands so all he can do is ball them into fists and submissively let the dark-haired man passionately fuck his face.

With his rhythm starting to degenerate into more erratic thrusts, Aizawa reaches for those bangs again and tugs them briefly upwards to get Toshi's attention as he tries to speak between panted breaths. "Last... choice tonight, babe." He drags tightly-wound fingertips between Yagi's head and the pillow again, pulling him forward to slide deep into his throat, "You want it in?" Then, using that same grip in the hair, he pulls away to slide out again, his glans resting on Toshi's lower lip, "Or out?" Pushing back in about halfway to meet the middle of his tongue, Shouta groans softly with the effort of holding back, "Suck for in, shove for out. Just hurry."

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The blonde shoots a look upwards at the sharp tug on his hair and meets Shouta's eyes with a heated look and pointedly gives a sharp slurp, tongue caressing the underside of the head of his dick. The chain squeals again as Toshi flexes his shoulders and shoves his face forward, humming a little to encourage that hot flood to shoot down his throat as he shivers a little excitedly, loving being used like this.

"Such a gentleman," Shouta chuckles softly with a callback to the earlier multiple choice, his fingers curling in tightly to aid in shoving himself down the back of Toshi's throat just in time before that pent-up force of pleasure washes over him. The younger hero shudders as his vision whites out for a second, knees trembling as his world shrinks down to nothing but the hot mouth around him, and he tenses up as it all comes rushing out at once. Toshinori swallows what he can with a little gasp, trying to tilt his head back to accomplish his goal, but some still leaks out over his lip and slides down his neck. The blissful reprieve from constant analysis only lasts for a moment before Aizawa comes to his senses and immediately pulls out for the sake of Toshi's jaw, dribbling a little more over his chin as he goes.

With unsteady legs beneath him, Shouta makes a quick grab for the keys before plopping down to kneel on the mattress between Yagi's thighs, reaching around his waist with both hands to get his left wrist uncuffed before he collapses in against the taller man's chest, arms still draped loosely around him. Toshinori licks his lips a little and waits passively to be released, giving his lightly-bruised wrist a gentle rub with his right hand once he's free, then looping his arms around his partner's smaller body. For a moment he's calm, content, but then a quiet rumble issues from under Shouta's ear, "Hey...I'm kind of sticky..."

Pulling away with a sharp intake of breath, Aizawa blinks owlishly for a moment, "Right, sorry," he murmurs, leaning over to grab the wipes again, then reaching up with one heavy arm to clean his partner off. "Are you alright," he queries softly, running the wipe over Toshi's forehead, cheeks, mouth, chin, and neck, keeping concerned eye contact the whole time, "I zoned out there at the end a little bit, hopefully didn't miss much."

The blonde nods tiredly, his whole body limp, but he turns his head to once again press a kiss into Shouta's palm as a tender symbol of their bond. "I'm okay, that... that was amazing... I don't know what to say..." He huffs a shy laugh and ducks his head as his skin prickles a bit from the cool air. "I knew I liked ...this, but I didn't know I liked it that much. Thanks... for being good to me."

"I'm glad I could return the favor," Shouta smiles at the affirmation and the use of the gestural sign language they've been developing together, and he stretches upward to gently tug Toshi in for a more proper kiss, feeling like it's been ages since they'd had one. Eventually, though, as the heat gathered in the room starts to dissipate, he pulls apart with a parting nibble to Toshi's lip, finishes unlocking the remaining cuffs from his right side, sets both pairs and the keys aside on the night stand, then tugs his hair out of the bun to let it fall back around his shoulders before he crawls up to tug the covers loose for better snuggling. "So I'm guessing that means you'll want to try this some more, then?"

With an enthusiastic nod, the taller teacher snuggles close, then uses one hand to gently stroke at the angry bruises on Shouta's throat. "I'm sorry... I really made a mess of your neck..." He sighs and leans in to gently kiss the livid marks and smooth them over with soft hands, both motions quietly apologetic.

"Hmm?" Aizawa reaches down to pull the grey cover up and over the pair of them, slowly tilting his head to make way for the tender attention as he pulls in close against Toshi's left side, carefully covering the entire scar with his body as he wraps an arm around his partner’s chest and nudges one knee in between his thighs. "My neck? Nobody else will see my neck... unless they're a villain. In which case, I don't care." He chuckles softly and stretches up to reach for another kiss, "Consider it your canvas."

Toshinori gently covers the bite marks with his hands as he returns the kiss, murmuring softly as he cuddles up under the weight of Shouta's body, appreciative of the physical contact after a romp like this. He's exhausted beyond belief and lightly bruised, cuff marks standing out on his wrists and a sharp new hickey on his collarbone, but he's happy, and loved.

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[1:30 AM] Aizawa Shouta: So were you ready for our next date?
[1:36 AM] All Might ✪: I..think I'd rather stay in tonight. I want to properly take you for a show, and right now I could just use some tea.
[1:36 AM] All Might ✪ sips tea to prove a point
[1:37 AM] Aizawa Shouta: a show, hmm? somewhere other than my apartment?
[1:37 AM] All Might ✪: Shockingly you have a nice apartment, I just thought you lived in a bag in the lounge room.
[1:38 AM] Aizawa Shouta: yeah, well. I don't spend a lot of time there. The school is more of a home to me anyway.
[1:38 AM] Aizawa Shouta: Oh, by the way. I thought of a more appropriate alternative to marriage. For what it's worth.
[1:40 AM] Aizawa Shouta: though if you weren't ready for that sort of step yet, I understand
[1:41 AM] All Might ✪ pauses in a sip of tea and tilts his head curiously?
[1:41 AM] Aizawa Shouta: moving in together
[1:45 AM] All Might ✪ finishes his swallow of tea, but ducks his face a bit behind the rim.
[1:45 AM] All Might ✪: Are..you sure? That you'd want to be with me that much? That intimately?
[1:46 AM] Aizawa Shouta: well, I wasn't necessarily "proposing" right away, just suggesting it as an alternative to a big fancy expensive ceremony that brings in far more attention than I'm comfortable with.
[1:48 AM] Aizawa Shouta: I'm not sure of anything just yet, I know there's a such thing as a "honeymoon phase" which I'm sure we are very much still in right now. It may be smarter to wait for that to fade a little before making any life-altering decisions
[1:50 AM] Aizawa Shouta tilts his head a little and settles in against Toshi's side, "You know, take some time to learn more about each other's flaws, and see if they're negotiable."
[1:52 AM] All Might ✪ cradles his cup in his lap and thinks for a moment.
[1:52 AM] All Might ✪: One, I'd never have put you through a wedding.
[1:53 AM] All Might ✪: And two...that's probably a really smart idea, despite my urgings to just say "yes, Aizawa Shouta, let's move all your shit into my apartment."
[1:53 AM] All Might ✪: Your bed is nicer though.
[1:54 AM] Aizawa Shouta: I would definitely want to keep my bed, yeah, if we can manage to move it
[1:54 AM] Aizawa Shouta: your cat is nicer though
[1:56 AM] All Might ✪: You... just like cats.
[1:56 AM] All Might ✪: I've seen your lockscreen.
[1:56 AM] Aizawa Shouta: some more than others, but yes
[1:57 AM] All Might ✪: Like eighteen million cat photos.
[1:57 AM] Aizawa Shouta: Mara is definitely like an 8 or 9 out of ten
[1:57 AM] All Might ✪: Aw that's so nice, considering she was a street hussy.
[1:57 AM] Aizawa Shouta: don't you talk about her Majesty like that
[1:57 AM] All Might ✪: She was a hussy~
[1:57 AM] All Might ✪: She had kittens~
[1:58 AM] Aizawa Shouta: you're being awfully judgemental
[1:58 AM] Aizawa Shouta: she was a mother
[1:58 AM] All Might ✪: I'm not! I love her and her dumb cat face and her whisker that always sticks the wrong way and the way she tucks her toes in.
[1:58 AM] Aizawa Shouta: how dare
[1:59 AM] Aizawa Shouta: I am offended on behalf of your cat
[1:59 AM] Aizawa Shouta: so when you'd said that getting married was not unimportant to you, what were you talking about?
[2:01 AM] All Might ✪: The...*waves one hand*...ceremony part. The actual "wedding" business. It's a lot of shouting and noise and money for two people to say words that might not mean anything in a year. If I married someone it would be very quiet, very private, exchanging rings and soft words under grapevines or cherry trees.
[2:01 AM] Aizawa Shouta: that wouldn't be so bad

All Might rubs his shoulder against Aizawa's a little, looking down at his tea cup until he sets his phone aside to speak out loud. “It's a thought, anyways. Maybe someday, but you're right, rational thinking in something like this is better than rushing in and getting my heart broken.”

Shouta glances up at the spoken words with a little frown and tucks his phone away as well, recognizing the gravity of the conversation they’ve wandered into. He leans in to press a kiss to his partner’s jaw. “I don't intend on breaking your heart, Toshinori. Learning each other's flaws wouldn't cause that. Worst case scenario, we stay good friends, wouldn't we?”

All Might laughs some and wrinkles up his nose. “I didn't mean you, I meant ...previous situations. But yes, even if we weren't lovers, I'd still want us to be friends.” He turns his head a little and softly kisses Aizawa, his mouth flavored like the tea he was just drinking.

Aizawa hums happily into the kiss and samples that flavor a little more, then pulls back after a second or two, his hand pressed gently against Toshi's chest, "Previous situations? I thought you said..."

"Yes, arm candy. And I was a fool, haha." He lets out a long sigh and leans forward to rest his head on Aizawa's shoulder.

Aizawa sighs softly and pets at the blond hair slowly, smoothing it back with one hand until it almost resembles its more heroic shape. "So that's an easy wound to avoid, at least. I'd much rather keep this between us than make a big public affair." Letting his hand slide further down over those bony shoulders, he leans in to press a soft kiss to Toshi's crown. "What else should I do or not do, then? To avoid breaking your heart?"

With one long arm Toshi reaches and sets his mug on the table nearby so that he can wrap both arms around the gruff man he loves. "I don't think you could. As long as you love me, that's all I really need."

Aizawa watches the cup go, intercepts it to steal a sip or two, then sets it down that much emptier before he crawls into Toshi's lap for better hugging. "Well. I can assure you, it's far too late for that now." He leans in to press a soft kiss to the taller man's forehead, smiling against his brow. "I have just a few more stipulations, though. If you were curious."

"Stipulations?" the hero cocks his head to the side a little, brushing his face against his lover's, "What did you have in mind?" Toshinori smoothes his hands up and down Aizawa's back slowly, savoring his weight and just listening to him breathe for the moment.

"Well first," Shouta slips his hands up the back of Toshi's shirt, stealing away some of the warmth there, "The students take priority. No matter what. Their wellbeing, their training, their progress, their safety. That has to come first. You understand." He sighs softly, pulling his arms into a slightly tighter hug around the thin waist of the man beneath him. "And secondly, I need you to love yourself. More than you love me. Try to see yourself through my eyes, and realize that your life and your health is something worth protecting. Failure to do so, I'm almost certain, would break my heart."

The taller hero groans softly and loops a hand up behind Aizawa's back to cover his face with it. "These kids, Shouta, were you this much trouble? I don't think I ever was! I swear they're going to be the most amazing heroes, if they don't die before graduation. They give this old man grey hairs just thinking about it!" He groans more, then sighs, dropping his hand onto the couch. "...To your second thing, I ...will try."

The more tenured teacher chuckles softly and nuzzles in against Toshi's ear, "Me? No, I mostly tried to keep out of trouble, Hizashi always managed to find enough for the both of us." He sighs along and reaches up to slowly drag his fingertips down the older man's back, over each bump in his spine. "Please do try. Every time I watch you hurt yourself, it... hurts me." Clinging tightly to the larger hero's frame, he pulls his knees up to wrap his legs around Toshi's waist, then uses that grip as leverage to lean back and steal the rest of the tea.

Toshi makes a soft sound somewhere between a sigh and a grunt of agreement, but doesn't directly answer for the moment. Instead he ducks under the raised cup to lightly kiss Aizawa's throat as it moves, the play of light on his skin too much of a temptation.

The younger man nearly jerks in place as his adam's apple brushes past gentle lips, unexpected in their sudden touch against his skin. With slightly shaky hands, he tries to remain as still as possible as he takes another gulp, draining away the last of the beverage before he carefully sets the empty cup on the spare couch cushion behind them. "Yagi," he croaks softly, still not pulling away from the lips against his throat, "Was there... something you needed?"

Toshinori makes a soft humming sound and lifts both shoulders, lightly kissing a pathway across the gruff man's sensitive throat, using one hand to brush aside his hair. With the other he lightly traces designs down Aizawa's spine, his large rough hand delicate in its touch, tender and thoughtful.

Shouta slowly tips his head towards the ceiling, melting into the attention just as easily as always, a soft hum of appreciation rising in response. Leaning in heavily against his partner, he slowly sinks his hands lower down the other's back, slipping blunt fingertips past the waistband of his pants to rest atop his rear. "So... what was your favorite part of what we tried last night?"

The blonde hero doesn't verbally reply as he sucks on the tender flesh under his mouth, marking it with tender loves bites, but in reply he lifts his right wrist where a ring-shaped bruise can be seen circling his arm. He strokes that same hand down Aizawa's arm until they can tangle fingers together, his other hand shoving up his partner's work shirt to stroke the flesh of his back.

Growling softly in frustration, Aizawa traps that arm in a firm grip, just above the ring-shaped mark. "Hmm... It looks like you must bruise more easily than I do. Sorry about that, I'll look into getting a few sets with better padding." Letting his fingers loosen to twine in with the longer ones, he slips his other hand free from the warmth in Toshi's pants and gently lifts at his chin, searching those dark, sunken eyes for context. "Usually I'm the quieter one. Talk to me."

Blushing a bit at the intense eye contact, Toshi struggles to form his nebulous thoughts into words. "I like... being held down by you, because that takes all of your attention to hold me, and you're not thinking about work, or classes, or papers to grade. It's just you, and me. I can trust you with my body, and my heart. And I don't mind a little bruising..." He laughs shyly and glances to the side, "All day, I can press on it, and it hurts just a little, and the sting makes me think of you."

Shouta twists his hand in place, now trailing that finger down Toshinori's throat until he lands on the bite-mark he'd left over his collarbone. "Hmm," he ponders for a moment, a little smirk growing on one side, "So it sounds like you responded well to obsession, edging, and... mementos? It might be worthwhile to find some secret you can have with you during the day, which isn't some form of damage to your body." He tilts his head in closer to press a soft kiss to the older man's pointed nose, then ducks in for another to his lips. "There are so many different directions to take things; I wanted to get an idea of what you might like to try next."

Toshinori laughs some and kisses back, languid and deep, before pulling back his head a little. "Well, wherever you'd like to take it, I'd like to show you something real fast. Shouta... I do mean you. I'm putting my heart and my trust into your hands." He fondly brushes his knuckles against the smaller man's cheek, before giving him a small grin. "Here, lift up your knees for just a moment."

The touch-starved teacher is more than happy to get lost in that kiss for a while until Toshi pulls away, and he forces himself to stay in place, rather than chasing after that mouth for more. "Hmm?" Hanging on to the taller hero's shoulders with both hands, he leans back in his lap curiously and pulls his knees a little higher, his legs now clinging around Toshi's ribcage rather than his waist.

The gaunt blonde pauses for a moment to eyeball his partner up and down appreciatively with a small smile, but then slides his arms underneath the raised legs and lifts him straight upward with very little actual effort. He holds him up for a moment to prove his point, then sets him back down on his lap. "I'm... pretty strong, even like this, so whatever you need to use for restraints and such..."

Eraserhead jerks into a firm cling around Toshinori's shoulders, his quirk flaring to life for a second as the bottom drops out from under him. Clearing his throat softly as he's set back down, he digs his fingertips into the taller man's shoulder blades with a resentful glare. "A little warning next time?" Starting to calm back down after the brief interlude, he swings a leg over, grabs the empty tea cup, sets it out of the way on the table, and then re-settles back into Toshi's lap, this time with his back against the other's front, a silent invitation to spoon for a while. "Unless you were wanting to get into actual escape-artistry, the bondage was never intended to fully incapacitate you. Part of hero training is learning how to escape from such things, after all, either through brute strength or other means. Most hardware probably could not withstand your full capacity, certainly nothing I could afford. The idea is merely to impose a forceful suggestion, a series of imposed limitations, is it not?"

"Sorry sorry sorry," Toshinori says in a little rush, suddenly embarrassed at his own power, and ducks his head to nuzzle the back of Aizawa's neck through his tangled hair. "I'm not interested in escaping... I really want to be held by you. I just wanted you to know... well..." He trails off a bit shyly and strokes his palms up and down the front of his lover's chest before pressing up against his back, his hands drifting to a halt to rest on Aizawa's upper thighs.

Aizawa slowly runs his palms down each of those arms, giving a gentle, reverent squeeze to the biceps and radials as he passes them, until he's able to weave his fingers in between the ones lying atop his thighs. "I will hold you any way you like," He murmurs softly, chin tilted down a little and to the right to speak over his shoulder, "But it helps if you can clue me in a little to the motivations behind that desire. You are strong, no matter what you look like, and you're probably used to being the strongest one around at any given time." He brings one of those hands up and turns it in his grasp to place a soft kiss to the center of the palm, which is easily larger than his whole face. "Does it set you at ease to imagine me having more strength than you, for a time? Of being able to sit back and relax for once, knowing that I will be the one to protect you instead of the usual reverse?" Stroking slowly over that palm with his thumb, Shouta sighs softly and cuddles back in against that damaged chest, taking comfort in the steady heartbeat he can just barely feel against his back. "Or do you need to be impressed, to be captured and dominated, do you need me to prove myself able to take you on, when so few can? Is that what you're saying?"

A quiet, thoughtful rumble issues forth against Aizawa's back as Toshinori replies, his free hand held up and clenched into a fist. "It enthralls me that you can stand as a bulwark between me and the horrors of the world, Shouta. I like dropping my barriers around you, relaxing who I've been for over a decade. I like being able to depend on you, to trust you to have my back when no one else does." He clenches his hand tighter for a minute, and just for a second, it's a much more heavily muscled hand before he relaxes it, steam curling through his fingers. "I'm not saying that some subduing wouldn't be nice from time to time," He pauses, a hint of a grin on his voice, "But not always. I'm happy to explore a whole universe of options here, because I can actually relax and place my trust in you."

"Of course," Shouta twists back with a little smile and presses a kiss to All Might's cheek before he settles back in just under his chin. He watches, enthralled at the subtle transformation, and reaches for the hand as it slips back down to its more slender shape, still warmer than usual as the steam drifts from the skin. "And... what about the opposite? How would you feel about trading places every now and then? I am more accustomed to being in your place, after all... Trying this role on for size, it has definitely been a learning experience for me."

Toshinori grins with a slight glint in his eye and turns his head a bit so he can directly press his mouth against Shouta's ear while he purrs a bit, "Of course I'm interested in that, seeing you tied down and panting, maybe dressed in nothing but black silk stockings, or lace, or something leather, maybe gasping my name while I finger you... mmph. Those are some of my most favorite fantasies about you." The taller hero guides their clasped hands to rest lightly over Aizawa's crotch, turning them palm down to grind very lightly across the front of his slacks.

The combination of enticing suggestions in his ear and the sudden teasing pressure against his front is enough to send a near-violent shiver down Shouta's spine, and he grinds wantonly into that broad palm with an encouraging shove against the back of Yagi's hand, his head arching back against the strong shoulder behind him. "Now you tell me," he hisses softly, twisting a little in place until he's shifted to one side and hooked a leg up across Toshi's knee, almost sitting sideways in his lap, "You should have seen what I keep in my other drawer..."

With a dark laugh the blonde squeezes and strokes the growing bulge beneath his palm, hooking his free hand around Shouta's outflung knee to keep him in place while he nips and licks at his neck. "Do you know what I've wanted to do since I met you? I've wanted to absolutely wreck you, Shouta. The way your eyes look at me with that sharp cutting stare, your musky smell, the way you move when you fight that's almost like a dance. I've only held myself back because I could seriously have hurt you, and I want you mewling in pleasure instead." Toshi keeps up the string of growling praises and taunting words as he unbuttons the slacks and shoves his hand into Shouta's briefs to stroke him directly, his rough thumb lightly rubbing across the head.

"Ohhh shit," Shouta breathes hoarsely as the heated desire threatens its way right into his ear, and suddenly that hand has just gone and let itself into his pants, just as quick and forward as you please. He shivers once again and hooks an arm up around Toshi's neck for leverage, his hips now positively writhing between the rough hand around him and the firm body beneath him. "Just promise not to split me in half, and we're good," he teases, tipping his head back to grin up at the larger man, "Because yeah, you still could seriously hurt me. But you've had a couple chances now, to learn just how much I can handle."

The taller hero makes a humming sound in reply, and pauses in his stroking so that his lover can think clearly for a minute. "That's why I wanted to wait, but if you keep moaning like that," Toshinori almost growls, "I'm going to fuck you right here on the couch. Again. Do you want to go back to my room? Bed's not as nice as yours, but it can take the abuse." He nuzzles against Shouta's cheek for a moment before pressing an open mouthed kiss across his soft mouth, tongue delving in to taste him teasingly.

Aizawa whimpers softly at the continued onslaught of threats, halfway intimidated and halfway aroused out of his mind. "Wherever the lube is," He teases playfully, still trying to grind up into the giant palm enveloping him, as his own fingers tease at All Might's ear and kneecap. "If you can take what you want without tearing me up... Consider it yours."

For a minute, Toshinori stills before gathering his gruff lover to his chest, their cheeks pressed together as he just holds him. "Shouta. I love you." After a quiet, soft moment, the big man powers up into his hero form so that he can carry the shorter teacher down the hallway, hands under his thighs, to dump him on the bed gently. His cat pops her head up from the pillows with a soft ‘mrt’ and Toshi reaches up with one broad hand to stroke her head tenderly. "I know I have a safeword, but I want you to think of one too if you don't have one, please? I worry about hurting you, and if we need to put a stop to things to keep that from happening, that's fine."

Shouta slides his fingers into Toshi's hair and squeezes firmly at the gentle affirmation, nudging in gently against his cheek in a silent return of the sentiment. He watches with a quiet awe of admiration at the shift, as those dark hollows fill out with firm muscle and cheer, but the sunken blue eyes seem to recede entirely into shadow. Then, before he can get too wrapped up in detailing his observation, he's tossed unceremoniously onto the mattress, where he grabs a handful of duvet for stability. Once settled, he gathers his scarf in one hand and pulls it off over his head, then turns to indulge in burying his fingers into Mara's fur with a contented smile. Looking up at the question, he tilts his head and shrugs a little. "I wasn't intending to need one, you'll know if I'm in pain. But just in case... Sunflower works just as well for me." The younger hero had pulled his hand in against his chest as he spoke, trailing his fingers down his front slowly, and now he slips them in past the waistband of his briefs, replacing the grip abandoned earlier by Toshi's fist. "It's almost a shame to give it such a negative connotation, though... It'd make a cute nickname for you."

"Negative? I don't think it's negative at all. I always think of summer and happy times when I hear it. I had thought about getting a tattoo of one to cover up... my scar even," The bigger hero says slowly as he watches, pausing to tug his shirt up and over his head with one rough movement before he tosses it carelessly to the side, his slicked back hairstyle ruffled from the action. All Might rests his bare palms on either side of Aizawa's ribcage, then slides them downward, ghosting lightly over the hand that's sunk into his slacks before coming to rest on his inner thighs, lightly pushing to spread them farther apart as he watches with a wolfish grin, his blue eyes glinting hungrily.

"Exactly," Aizawa twists his lips, a little annoyed that the blood must have already rushed out of the puffed-up hero's brain, "It suits you. So what say we pick something different to use as a safe-word? Like... Mineta or some equally un-sexy word." He pulls his hand free and leans his weight back on his elbows, lifting his hips in the larger man's grasp as he parts his thighs obligingly. "A tattoo, hmm? Directly atop scar tissue like that, it would hit all sorts of raw nerve endings... I had no idea you were such a masochist, All Might."

"I think maybe YOU should have a different word, I'm perfectly content to have it used as a nickname as well because it makes me think of..." The big hero smirks some as he squeezes at the thighs under his broad hands. He slides them back up and very slowly undoes button after button on Aizawa's shirt before tugging it free and dumping it on the floor before repeating the process with his pants, leaving only the briefs behind. "Keep touching yourself for me, I like to watch your face when you do." All Might pauses for a minute, idly fingering the rough starburst on his ribcage. "Trust me, getting the scar hurt so much more than a tattoo would, and the ink would cover it up so I don't have to wake up in the mornings and see it when I look in the mirror. And don't call me by my hero name unless we're working. It sounds like an insult."

Shouta blinks in surprise at each command in turn, and settles back into place on the duvet once the larger hero is finished stripping him. "Sure thing, sunflower." A little more hesitantly, now, he teases his fingers back in under the band of elastic and wraps them around himself, biting his lip as he watches Toshi work. "I wouldn't insult you..." Fidgeting nervously, he slowly strokes his thumb across the tender flesh, over the head and past the slit, glancing with interest at the scar in question as it stretches across the accentuated muscles of Toshinori's chest. "Makes you think of what?"

The big hero leans down and props himself up on his elbows, planted on either side of Aizawa's body, as he lightly applies his body weight atop his smaller lover. "It makes me think of you cupping my face with your hands while you straddle my waist, my wrists bound behind my back with the metal digging in hard enough to start to hurt. It makes me think of you, when you wake up with that sleepy look, or when you want me and your eyes are like steel, and the rough caress of your voice... your hands...” A strange smile flutters across All Might's face for a second, one that's one hundred percent Toshinori. "Look at you, so pretty laying on my bed, under my body." He gently cups a hand underneath Aizawa's neck, carefully encircling it, pausing to stroke his thumb down the thick tendon on one side.

Arching and writhing a little as the giant of a man presses down onto him, Aizawa squeezes a little harder around himself, letting his eyes flutter closed as he listens to the lovely imagery, remembering some choice moments from the previous night. It's a little difficult to reconcile the gaunt profile he's grown accustomed to in moments of intimacy with the chiseled, beefy-necked one now pressing him into the mattress, but when he glances back up to see that more familiar smile, it helps... He shivers as those thick fingers curl around his neck, large enough to reach around the whole circumference, leaving the smaller hero's life literally in his grasp. "Ohhh god..." he whines softly and pumps a little faster as his shaft throbs needily in his grip, letting his neck fall limp in Yagi's palm, "Jesus, Toshi... you could crush me like a bug right now, fuck..."

All Might leans his head down so he's forehead to forehead with his lover so they can look eye to eye, his own blue eyes shining like stars in the dark. "Yes, I could. But I won't at the moment because I want to do other things with you instead." He huffs a soft laugh and reaches down to tug those hands upward before gently pinning them to the bed, all of his movements careful and thoughtful. "Don't move." He pulls away from Aizawa entirely as he turns to rummage through his nightstand, coming up with a bottle of lube in one hand, before turns back to tug down the smaller man's briefs. He can't help but grin at the precum already smeared on them.

Aizawa holds that intense gaze for a good few seconds before he tucks his chin down to press a soft kiss to the thumb stroking along his pulse. "What a way to go, though..." He reluctantly relinquishes his hold, letting his arm go loose and pliant until it's dragged upward, where he twists both wrists to hang from the headboard, watching wistfully as his lover pulls away, his eyes lighting up with fresh heat when the bottle makes its appearance. Propping his hips up cooperatively to let the last layer of clothing come away, he glances pointedly at Toshi, "You might need to take your pants off too. Just a suggestion."

WIth a cough of embarrassment, All Might quickly shucks his pants, dancing a bit in place as they're really too tight in this form. He finally kicks them off in frustration and tosses them at the chair. "I... forgot..." He coughs a little, trying to regain his composure.

Chuckling softly, Shouta spares one hand from the headboard and reaches out for Toshinori, beckoning him closer now that nothing remains between them. "So, sunflower... what 'other things' did you have in mind?"

The heavily muscled blonde laughs and takes Aizawa's hand, letting himself be pulled closer. He turns it over to gently plant a kiss in his palm. "I... really like that nickname. It..." He trails off distractedly, nipping a pathway up the soft skin on the inside of Aizawa's arm. "I think I'll break in this brand new high-quality bottle of lube with you," He laughs, nuzzling at the skin under his mouth. "I told you, sponsors. The things they send me aren't always so sweet like furniture or toasters, sometimes it’s toys, or lube or..." He pauses to grin broadly, "...Secret invitations to high-quality sex clubs that I've never used but I'm suddenly interested in taking my boyfriend to."

Aizawa smiles fondly and files the nickname into place, combing his fingers through that slicked-back hair as the kisses progress up his arm, eventually sliding his palm down Toshi's thick neck and broad shoulders. He lifts one eyebrow incredulously, unsure what could make one lube any fancier than another, but willing to find out. "Clubs? The mind boggles..." He tugs his hand in firmly around the other hero's back, pulling him in closer as he lifts both knees up and around Toshi's waist to pull their bodies in flush against each other. "I'd definitely like to see... You'd probably have to go like this, though, they wouldn't recognize the hero they invited otherwise."

All Might hoots with laughter for a minute, then calms back down to slide one hand down Aizawa's ribs and over his hips before sliding under the gruff man to cup his ass. "That's not their business to know. I give all my invites to Midnight, she just changes the name on them, and she goes instead. I'd just keep one and go as my normal powered-down self. She did say that they're black tie, though, so you'd have to be looking nicer than normal." Teasing, he squeezes that firm rear, his thick fingers sliding sideways to gently rub against the tightly clenched entrance of his lover's body. "You alright? You're a little tense..."

Breaking into a wide grin as the larger man laughs at his expense, Aizawa ducks his head to press fond kisses along each of the muscles in Toshi's neck. "Ah, I... may have to rent a suit, then. Sounds little fancier than anywhere I'm supposed to be." Trembling a little as those wandering hands explore over his skin, Shouta parts his lips a little to run a soft tongue up the blond's neck and jaw, leaving his lips close to his lover's ear, "Sorry, yeah, I... just need to get used to you like this, that's all. How much time do you have?"

"An hour." All Might makes a sound of deep frustration, but then takes a breath. "If you just want me to touch you, that's fine, so you can watch me and know it's the same person who loves you." He purrs a bit in his deep baritone, and rocks his hips against Aizawa's, grinding their cocks together slowly. With his free hand, the big man reaches up to comb his fingers through the tangled black hair fondly before grasping a handful and giving a little tug. "I told you, I want to wreck you, and I mean that in every sense. But I will not hurt you."

The smaller teacher hums happily at the grip in his hair, letting his eyes fall shut again as his neck goes slack once more. "I know," he breathes hoarsely, his pulse racing at the grinding tease between his legs, and he rolls his hips slowly to add to it. "Just go as slow as you can manage, I should be able to keep up." Letting his arms go slack to relax into the mattress, he presses his palms back to Toshinori's chest, finding that little gesture between them again as he fondles one inflated pec to feel out the stronger man's pulse, and pairs it with a tender palm at the center of that ragged, vulnerable scar. Peering back up beneath those heavy brows, Aizawa lets his legs slide down over Yagi's firm rear, smiling softly up at him, "Kiss me, sunflower."

The tall blonde nods a little and gently presses his weight down on his lover while he covers that soft mouth with his own to give a long, deep kiss, their tongues sliding together tantalizingly. He strokes his rough hand down Aizawa's face to cup his neck again while he sits back slightly and fishes around for the bottle of lube. "You seemed to melt when I touched your neck a minute ago... Want me to keep doing that? " All Might murmurs softly as he slicks up his hand, his fingers sliding together and making sticky delicious sounds.

Aizawa meets the kiss eagerly, letting that strong tongue invade his mouth as he pulls his arms back up to push back those bunny-ear bangs, smiling fondly up at Toshi as he pulls away, tipping his head to arch his neck into that broad palm again. "My neck has always been... sensitive. Part of the reason I keep it wrapped up all the time. And then, you just." He reaches back shakily to meet Toshi's hand with his own, slowly guiding those fingers to curl back in around him, long enough to meet thumb to fingertip in a snug grip. "You kind of struck a nerve. In an interesting way. I'm not sure I'm ready to explore why or how just yet." He glances down with interest at the larger hero's other hand and licks his lips, parting his legs a little wider in anticipation. "So what makes this high-quality lube so special, then."

He grins very slightly and lightly just closes his hand down on his smaller lover's throat, no pressure at all, just a heavy presence of being there. "Oh, I don't know. The price I'm just assuming, but when Midnight looked through the box I got all I heard were rave reviews and her loud screeches. So." He half lifts one shoulder in a shrug as he slides his sticky hand between the gruff teacher's thighs, lightly fingering at his hole and smearing the lube about.

Shouta groans deep in the back of his throat, his voice rumbling against Toshi's thumb as his pulse beats quickly under those fingertips. He rolls his hips slowly up against those fingers, his feet sinking down to the mattress to provide better leverage as he savors the warm wetness and the firm fingers pressing into him. "It's... thicker than I'm used to. Maybe it'll last longer. The lube, I mean." He smirks and tips his head up for another kiss, tugging gently at one of Toshi's ears to bring him in closer. "I'm not sure whether this is thicker too," He teases a knee in against the taller hero's front, gently grinding against him to provide a little friction. "Guess I'll find out."

The tall hero groans softly and grinds his cock against his lover's knee for a moment, his hand very slightly tightening on his dark-haired lover's neck just for a second as he kisses back, all teeth and tongue. The thick fingers grinding at Aizawa's hole slowly press inwards, past the tight ring of muscle, slowly working it open as the big man slides his fingers in deeper.

As those fingers push their way into his body, Shouta bites his lip and tries to push back against them, bearing down to let himself be stretched open more easily. It's a little heady to be pinned so effectively beneath him like this, locked into place with those fingers tightening around his neck... With his breath gradually growing more shallow, the smaller teacher lets his hands trail back downward to tease slowly around Toshi's nipples, gently squeezing one between his knuckles as he relaxes into the possessive, protective arms of the Symbol of Peace.

All Might can't help but grin a very Toshinori grin as he grinds those fingers in more firmly, finding and seeking his lover's prostate. He rubs it gently for a moment before pulling his hand back and thrusting it back in slowly with a sticky squelch. "How's that, nicer than Hizashi's lube? At least this one isn't full of glitter. I didn't get that off my stomach for days." Murmuring softly at the tug on his nipple, he leans down and presses his heavy mouth on Shouta's, nipping and tasting while his hand settles into a rhythm, thrusting in and out forcefully.

"Hhhhh," losing all semblance of coherent thought, the younger man's jaw goes slack at the kiss, drowning in the man above him as those fingers delve deeper and milk him for pleasure. Between that and the fingers on his throat, Shouta kicks his heel down into a forceful shove against the bed, his vision blotting out black for a moment as his body tenses into a quick, intense spasm. Then after only a brief moment, he collapses back to the mattress, panting and boneless, arms splayed out to either side, his own stomach spattered with the surprise result of the sudden rush which had overtaken him. "What..."

"Wow..." All Might laughs very softly, looking over his lover's boneless body fondly, "God, you're so gorgeous. If you could just see yourself spread out on my bed... god." He moves the hand wrapped around Aizawa's throat and swipes it through the semen spattered across his belly before licking his fingers slowly. "Gorgeous." Keeping the hand still buried in his lover's body still, All Might leans down and licks his stomach and abs slowly clean.

Aizawa gasps as that hand pulls away from his throat, hard and sudden enough to break into sputters and coughs, which soon turn to jerking and strained laughter at the tickling tongue across his skin. "Wha- hey! Cut that out, you dork." He tries to squirm away, but stops dead with another gasp and a sharp bite to his lip as the fingers still entrenched in his body brush against the sensitive, throbbing bundle of nerves deep within him. "Ohh~" The breath he'd sucked in so sharply comes rushing out with a little tremor, and he digs his fingers into the duvet, his head lolling to the side as he notes idly that Mara had abandoned them at some point.

The tall blonde leans up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, frowning very slightly at the red streak it comes away with. Hurriedly he rubs it against his thigh, hoping Aizawa is too far out of it to notice. Instead of mentioning it, he almost casually slides in a third finger, not moving his hand at all, just letting his lover adjust for a minute. "I think you liked that, heh. That's dangerous though... I really really want you to think of a way to let me know you want out, because if I press down on your throat... Shouta, you could die."

The smaller teacher whimpers softly and arches back into the pillows when he's suddenly stretched that little bit farther, and he focuses for a moment to clench gently around the added girth before pushing back again, letting those three fingers slide deeper into him. "I didn't... want..." He squeezes his eyes shut and brings one weak arm up to pinch at the bridge of his nose for a moment, his cheeks starting to burn with a bright blush as he tries to gather his thoughts. After a moment, he drops his hand again to meet Toshi's eyes once more, not quite believing he's about to admit this out loud, "That... was kind of the point. I think."

All Might freezes in place and lifts his head to fix Aizawa with a disbelieving expression. "Are you saying..." He begins slowly, "That you'd be willing to die by my hand? That you're... Willing to die?" He looks horrified by the revelation and gathers his lover to him with one careful hand, stroking up and down his back, his ribs, his hips, anything his hands can touch, suddenly frantic. "I can't lose you Shouta, I love you."

Aizawa averts his eyes, not able to handle the intensity of the Symbol of Peace right now, who still almost seems to be surrounding him from all sides... The underground hero says nothing for a long while, but pulls his arms up to cling to the larger man's frame, trying wordlessly to comfort him with soft kisses to his neck, jaw, and ear. "I... I'm sorry. I mentioned I wasn't ready to explore it yet, but... it's just an abstract notion, anyway. Sounded kind of nice." He spends a few minutes stroking firmly at that golden hair, his pulse gradually returning to normal until he pulls back to meet Toshi's eyes, trying to keep his own expression as neutral as possible, "Now could you please either do something about the fingers in my ass, or take them out? It's... getting kind of awkward."

All Might narrows his eyes and suddenly thrusts the fingers deeper in, a low growl in his throat. "Oh, this? This is something I thought you’d want to feel alive for." He grinds them against Aizawa's prostate a little unkindly, a glint in his eyes as he firmly anchors his free hand to the dark-haired man's hip with just barely enough pressure to bruise. Giving Aizawa just a second to get used to that sensation, he pulls his fingers free to liberally stroke lube on himself in short quick strokes before lining himself up with his lover's body and slowly sinking inside, both hands gripping his lean hips tightly.

A violent shudder courses through Shouta's body at the sudden change in demeanor and the hard shove against his innermost vulnerability, and he writhes and squirms in place at the rough treatment, his fingers digging into the fabric of the bedspread nearly hard enough to rip holes in it. "Oh fuck," he groans, propping his hips up as best he can to help facilitate the angle as Toshi pins him to the bed and finishes the job, the smaller-framed hero quickly learning to love the stinging burn as the heavy, added weight settles into his gut. Aizawa lets his head thump back to the pillow as soon as Yagi's hips are seated flush against his own, taking as much time as allowed to catch his breath and start to adjust to the fingers at his hips and the deep pressure lodged inside him. His gaze burns with renewed lust as he glances up to meet his lover's eyes once more, and he carefully kicks one leg up and over Toshi's back, then the other, eventually joining them with his arms to pull his full weight up into a koala-hang from the larger man's torso.

With a low growl of pleasure, the tall blonde captures the smaller man's mouth for a harsh kiss, before he calms himself down a little and eases up, turning the kiss into a tender, slower one. He reaches and tugs both arms off of his chest to pin them down stretched over Aizawa's head, fingers laced together as he grinds his hips against the smaller man's. He tries to keep his pace slow, drawing out of his lover's body with a slick, quiet sound, sliding almost all of the way before he grinds his length back inward in one smooth stroke and covers Aizawa's adam's apple with his mouth, sucking roughly.

Aizawa groans more loudly than he would usually allow himself to be heard, the sound of strained pleasure and pain forced out of him by the entirety of All Might's shaft leaving his body, and then immediately shoving right back in to fill that emptiness all over again. He tries to funnel his instinct to squeeze and clench around the intrusion, bearing down against him instead while his fingers grip harshly at the hand pinning his arms to the pillow, knuckles going white from the pressure. Even in peak condition and with two healthy lungs, the smaller hero still finds himself panting and gasping whenever his mouth is free, and opening into that kiss with a desperate suction at Toshi's tongue whenever it slides in past his teeth, welcoming it in to cherish like a lifeline. The Symbol of Peace is surrounding him from all sides again, more secure than even Aizawa’s sleeping bag, using the smaller man below him as a tool for his own pleasure, and Shouta is all too happy to give in... losing his sense of self as he surrenders it whole-heartedly to the hero he's come to love even more. It seems only fair, after all, to let the older man invade him, to integrate into his body as thoroughly as he'd already done to his heart. "That's it," he croons raggedly, his larynx sliding past those rough lips as he swallows, tipping his head back to let Yagi add another fresh bruise to the ones fading from the night before, "Take me... Toshinori... I'm yours."

The big hero doesn't reply, but his eyes glitter with passion as he moves his mouth farther down to press his tongue into the hollow of Aizawa's neck while his free hand slides down the center of his lover's chest to firmly and carefully grasp his cock in one broad palm. He gives short strokes, pausing occasionally to fondle his lover's balls with rough fingers before squeezing him again, all the while slowly sliding in and out of his slick heat with careful deep thrusts. "Yeah..." He breathes against the wet red skin under his mouth, his voice low and growling as Shouta’s words send electric sparks running down his spine, "I'm never letting go of you."

Still recovering from the sudden, overwhelming rush just minutes earlier, Aizawa hadn't quite worked through his refractory period by the time those thick fingers meet him again. But they soon coax him back to attention, straining and throbbing and leaking into the larger hero's rough palm as he hangs tenaciously by his knees from Toshinori's hips, his back bunching up the duvet with each deep push against him. "Mmm, I like the sound of that, sunflower..." Shouta dips his head down to press a fond kiss to his lover's head, a soft whimper escaping his throat as that talented mouth tenderizes his throat. He holds on tightly to the large hand pinning both of his to the pillow, slowly arching his back to meet Toshi's hips at a better angle, letting that long shaft dig into him to hit all the right spots.

All Might slowly slides his hand down Shouta's arm to gently press down on the very center of his chest, keeping him in place as he leans back to look down at the dark haired man with a small lust-soaked smile, his thrusts slowing to a teasing crawl. "You are the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen, your dark hair on my pillow, your ribs pressed against your skin, your thighs spread wide open under my body...all this, this is all mine. Mine. Mine." He growls possessively as his hand strokes up and down Shouta's dripping cock, smearing precum with thick fingers. The big hero punctuates his words with short sharp thrusts before burying himself to the root and grinding his hips there for a long moment as he pants through clenched teeth. "Gorgeous." The hand on Shouta's chest slides up to cup his face and run a thumb over his mouth as the big hero begins to pound into his smaller lover, muscles flexing and beads of sweat dripping off of his body.

Shouta pulls his arms back down once they're released, taking a moment to shake the feeling back into his fingers before sliding them back up Toshi's beefy arms, leaving one to rest around his bicep and the other against the flowering of scar tissue stretched across his lats. He starts to relax as those hard thrusts slow back down to a pace he's able to handle, and the string of possessive complements comes winding between his ears to work him into a submissive stupor. He arches his head back with a soft moan at the fingers teasing him mercilessly, but suddenly one of those huge palms is supporting his head, and he runs his tongue over the pad of the thumb conveniently resting there before pulling it into his mouth to suck the salt from that golden skin. Flicking his tongue up under the thumbnail, he glances back up to meet Toshi's eyes and smirks up at him from around the thumb, daring to tease him with a firm squeezing clench around the base of the length grinding into him. Aizawa knows he'll regret that move in the morning, but right now he doesn't care, his body is lighting up with pleasure and heat and only a few traces of pain now, and he needs to return the favor, adding a little graze of teeth to the calloused digit in his mouth.

The big hero hisses at the sudden tightness and grinds his hips forward, his body weight crushing Shouta into the mattress for a moment before he leans down and captures his mouth in a hot, possessive kiss, the hand that was on his head now reaching down to cant those lean hips into a new angle. He gives a few teasing thrusts until he finds his lover's prostate and grinds into it firmly as his skin slides damply across Shouta's. "Right there?" He purrs in a deep baritone, watching the smaller man squirm under his body as he gives a little squeeze to his shaft. "Tell me what you want, let me give it to you."

"Ah-" letting go of the thumb as it pulls away, Aizawa tilts his head to meet those insistent lips with a soft, pliant mouth, nipping softly at Toshi's upper lip until the hand reaches his backside and lifts his hips up a little higher. The sudden change to the internal angle is enough to draw forth a soft whimper of pain into Yagi's mouth, and Shouta's fingers and toes curl tightly as his body tries to adjust around the shift, making room as best it can while he holds on for dear life. "Ohgodyes," he whines with the last of his air, violently gasping in more as those fingers pull another rush of pleasure out of him, sending his body into a tense flex as the lights flash behind his eyes again, and he jerks upward to bite at Toshi's ear as the second wave shoots through him and out of him, leaving him utterly drained. "Please," he pants harshly, his arms sliding back down along that firm, slick skin to rest limply on the bed again, "Give it... all... to me."

"Fuck," the blonde whispers reverently, dangerously, as he watches Shouta's body tremble and spasm as he keeps up those quick thrusts to work him through the moment. He hisses and drives forward as the bed creaks ominously, and his motions become shallow and erratic as he comes with a strained growl, his whole body flexing against Shouta's hips as he pours shot after sticky shot deep inside of him. For a minute, he manages to hold the pose, then suddenly powers down to his normal self in a cloud of steam, bonelessly collapsing on top of his lover's body with a gasp, still buried within him as the last few tremors fade from his muscles.

Aizawa shivers a little at the rush of hot liquid deep within him, and he gasps softly in surprise at the sudden transformation, mustering enough strength in his limbs to pull Toshinori in for a firm embrace, now that he can actually reach around his torso again. "Hey..." Still getting his breath back from the exertion, Shouta nudges softly at one of those sharp cheekbones, and reaches up with one hand to pet down the sweat-soaked blond hair until it almost slicks back into place, "You alright?"

"That was..." Toshinori gasps against the bedspread, "Close to my time limit." He lifts his head blearily to look at his lover as he raises a hand to stroke his face in a tender gesture. "Are YOU okay?" He asks softly, tenderly, now that his better sense is back in place. He finally pulls free with a low groan and sinks back down on the bed, pinning Shouta down with his long lanky limbs and negligible weight.

"I see," Shouta nods a little in understanding, leaning into the gentle palm to press a kiss there, "Yeah, I'm f-" The smaller partner's words are cut short as he bites hard into his lip, fingers clenching into Yagi's hair as that heavy warmth slides wetly back out of him, leaving his body gaping and empty by comparison, "fffFFUCK, that'll take some getting used to." It takes a while for his breathing to return to normal, and for the various parts of him to stop throbbing and aching along with his pulse, and he finally reaches up with both hands to pull Toshi in for a soft, tender kiss. "That was fun, but... Mmmmaybe let's not do it again any time soon, mm?"

Toshinori kisses back tenderly, but pulls his head back a little to suck on his fingers wetly, then very gently reaches back down and slides them back into Shouta's body, completely understanding the empty feeling that gruff man needs to come down from. "Mmm, but you were wonderful, squirming and moaning and calling my name. I want to see that more often... Maybe not in my hero body because frankly, I can't take that either at this point, but... I love the way your voice sounds when you cum." He bites his lower lip a little, his eyes hot despite having just burned up his energy, and he takes a deep breath to rein himself back in, "You came twice; that was pretty intense to watch, I wonder how much you could do that?"

Aizawa hisses and bites his lip a little more as those fingers tease back into him, though after a moment he relaxes into the larger man's grasp and squeezes around the careful digits with a grateful hum. "It was pretty intense to go through," He muses softly, stretching up to press a kiss to Toshi's nose, "I figure that's probably about my limit, too." Relishing this time together to calm down and cool down, Shouta rests his palms across Yagi's back, his fingers sinking into the shallow divots between ribs as he pulls the older hero close. "So... when are we going to scout out one of those clubs?"

Toshi laughs and snuggles close, his eyes drooping shut with exhaustion as he cuddles against Shouta's smaller form, the sweat slowly drying on his skin. Finally starting to chill he reaches his free arm to the side to tug the blanket over them both as he slowly eases a finger at a time out of his lover's body as he feels it returning to normal. "Next time I get an invite, I'll save it. But you realize that means going out in public, right?"

Shouta only chuckles softly and burrows under the covers, waiting for Yagi to free his hand before he swings a leg up over those bony hips to pull in closer to cuddle. "Of course," he nips playfully at Toshi's nose before ducking in to press one more kiss to his mouth, "But between you powered down, and me in a suit? Not a soul will recognize us." He grins slyly and tucks his arm up under his lover's head as he steals a pillow or two, contentedly drifting off to sleep in his partner’s protective embrace.

Chapter Text

A note left on the Shouta's desk at work reads, "Come to my place, I'll have dinner ready."

Shouta licks his lips in anticipation as he reads over the note, assuming and hoping it's from Toshinori despite the lack of a signature. He laments the opportunity to compare it to the other teacher's handwriting, just in case, but tucks it into his pocket and gathers up the fresh round of papers to grade into an envelope before locking up the classroom for the night and heading for the subway. Only then does he realize that he'd previously been so busy rifling through All Might's phone the last time they'd made this trip, that he hadn't paid close enough attention to where they'd actually been going. He sighs and pulls up the chat client they'd been playing on the other day, and sends a ping @All Might ✪

[2:30 AM] Aizawa Shouta: hey where was your address again?
[2:39 AM] All Might ✪: here’s a pinned address on the image of a map, with easy instructions on how to get there.
[2:46 AM] All Might ✪: the door's unlocked so just come in, watch that Mara doesn't try and eel out
[2:47 AM] All Might ✪: again
[2:47 AM] Aizawa Shouta: her Majesty must be permitted to expand her domain
[2:48 AM] All Might ✪: her majesty can just keep her hussy butt in doors
[2:48 AM] Aizawa Shouta: she is spayed now, right
[2:49 AM] All Might ✪: of course or I'd be up to my eyeballs in kittens and not able to part with any of them
[2:49 AM] Aizawa Shouta: then stop being so judgemental!! a queen is allowed a royal consort if she so wishes it
[2:50 AM] All Might ✪: no you don't understand she wants to steal fish, not love
[2:52 AM] Aizawa Shouta: this tells me you're not feeding her enough
[2:52 AM] Aizawa Shouta: just because you don't feed yourself enough, you don't have to take it out on mara
[2:54 AM] All Might ✪: how dare u, she has a gourmet meal plan according to the vet
[2:54 AM] All Might ✪: ie she's fat
[2:55 AM] Aizawa Shouta: she deserves it
[2:55 AM] All Might ✪: haha, get here soon

Caught up in messaging Toshinori and grinning under his scarf like a madman, Aizawa glances up to compare the info from the location to the stops on the rail, and just barely manages to make it out the doors as he realizes they've just arrived at the right one. He power-walks through the station and up to the now somewhat-familiar apartment building, tucking the folder of homework snugly under his arm to get in through the doors. "Hey. What's this I hear about dinner?" He shoves his shoes off by the door and takes a whiff to guess at the food.

Toshinori looks up from the pan he’d been stirring to greet his lover with a sweet smile, his messy hair caught up in a ponytail to keep it neatly out of the way, comfortable blue sweats hugging his lean body. "Italian! You know I like to cook, I thought you might like some lasagna." He laughs, a light blush on his face as he resumes stirring the pan, the savory sauce coming up to the right tempature under his careful watch.

Aizawa crouches to offer a hand as Mara appears from realms unknown to sniff at first his shoes, then his fingers. He scratches fondly between her ears and under her chin as he listens to the menu for the evening. "Fancy," he appraises, standing back up to shuffle into the kitchen and set the folder on the table, "It smells pretty good already. Don't skimp on the cheese..." Taking a moment to scoop his scarf off and hang it on the back of a chair, he draws in close against Toshinori's back and pulls his arms in firmly around the other's waist, resting his temple between the taller man's shoulder blades. "What brought on such a treat today?"

As Shouta touches him, Toshinori stiffens a little, his face bleeding a darker red color. Something feels... off about the feel of the tall man's body underneath the loose sweats, something hinting at straps, and lace. Toshi squeezes Shouta's hands gently for a long moment before pushing him to sit at the table, dinner close to being done. "Oh..nothing special. I just wanted to have you over for dinner."

The subtle irregularity catches slightly beneath Eraserhead's fingertips, and frowning a little at the mystery, he quickly slips a hand up under the softer fabric to try to get a better idea of what he'd glanced over. "Hmm? What-" But before he can get a clearer picture, he's whisked over to the table to mind his manners. He shrugs and digs a pen from one of his many pockets, and starts in on grading the papers he'd brought along, idly teasing one end of his scarf for Mara with his free hand.

Toshi can't help but tease playfully, so he takes Shouta's free hand in both of his and slides it up under the soft blue shirt, up his chest very slowly, delicately, the pattern of lace and straps slowly revealing themselves to his lover's rough hand. The blonde purrs a bit and leans into the touch, a small grin on his face. "That's...dessert."

Pulled away from his work for a moment, the dedicated teacher frowns a little, until his hands are running over some very interesting textures atop Toshinori's skin. He breaks into a wicked grin, "Not going to make me eat my vegetables first, are you?" Aizawa slides his hands up as far as he can reach without standing, swipes his thumbs over both nipples, then drags his nails down to pluck at the waistband of the blue pants, leaning in to peek curiously.

The tall blonde croons softly at the touch and laces his fingers together behind his back, letting the dark haired man look for a moment. The blue sweatpants hide black lacy garters, straps trailing farther down his lean thighs, and a pair of matching panties that are very nearly see-through, the black lace leaving nothing to the imagination.

"Ooohh," Aizawa licks his lips and leans in a little farther as he tugs that waistband down a good few inches, "I may... have a bit of a... sweet-tooth..." Nearly hanging by the fingers hooked into the elastic, Shouta glances up to meet Toshi's eyes as he presses his nose in at the gap between garments, letting his jaw hang wide open with a sigh of desire, his warm breath seeping past the fabric to hit Yagi's skin.

With a low throaty laugh Toshinori backs up out of Shouta's grasp, tugging his pants back into place so that he can finish the dinner he’d so carefully prepared. "Dessert. You can eat as much as you want, after dinner." He grins and turns to take the dish out of the oven with a pair of oven mitts, setting it on the counter. "Mind setting the table? There's sweet tea in the fridge, I know it's not a common thing here but I learned how to make it when I lived in the US."

Shouta mutters softly in frustration, regretting the missed opportunity to get a lick in, and clenches his fists for a moment as he takes a deep breath to try to calm down. "Sure thing, sunflower," he growls through gritted teeth. Resisting the urge to slip his palm down the back side of those sweatpants, he instead pulls knifes and forks from the utensil drawer and starts rummaging around in the unfamiliar cupboards for the plates and cups. "Tea, in the fridge? Are you sure?"

"Mmhm, it's a nice compliment to a hot dish like this," Toshi chatters contentedly as he serves up the pasta and sets the plates on the table, grabbing a small bowl of grated cheese to sprinkle both slices liberally. He keeps up this low conversation for a few moments while he wraps up the preparation, but every time he twists or shifts that shirt rides up a little and Aizawa can see a flash of lace, or a strap.

"Compliment a hot what?" Aizawa blinks idly, his eyes following Toshi's midriff as the home chef works, "Sorry, I... wasn't listening." The first bite of fresh cooking is enough to finally snap him out of it, especially once Yagi settles down and stops showing off. After a moment, he falls back into multitasking, with one hand grading papers, the other slicing off chunks of lasagna, as he glances up across the table with a fond little smile. "So how did your class go today?"

Toshi smiles a bit at the paper grading, but doesn't say anything, knowing that if it doesn't get done now the gruff teacher probably won't find the time to finish it later. "Stressful, between my time limit and these kids...pfffttt," he makes an exploding motion with both hands, "it's practically a given that they'll find out about me before I intend to be seen. Otherwise, not bad, no broken bones this time, Midoriya's getting better with handling his quirk."

"Midoriya, yeah..." Aizawa stuffs a large chunk of the baked pasta into his mouth, chewing it over as he contemplates and adds up a final score on one paper. "Kid's a bit of a mystery." He swallows and tips his head into one hand, coming dangerously close to getting marinara in his hair, "During the sports festival, it seemed like his quirk consisted of breaking gale forces out of specific body parts... Now it's just, a generic agility and speed quirk? Who ever heard of somebody changing like that?"

"I-I think he's holding back, haha. He seems like he's calmer, more in control now, like maybe he's gotten a handle on how to use his power?" Toshi's voice hitches a little as he says this, but he clears his throat and takes a swallow of tea to rinse down the last bite of pasta.

Eraserhead narrows his eyes dangerously, then sets both pen and fork on the table before lacing his fingers together over his plate. "Toshinori. You're holding out on me."

Toshinori blinks and rears back a little, startled at this direct confrontation. He coughs, then stands and gathers his plate and cup before putting both in the sink. "I have ...nothing to hold out on! You know virtually everything about me by now."

Tilting his head, still squinting suspiciously, Aizawa takes the knife to make quick work of cutting up the rest of his portion, which had gone mostly neglected as he'd been trying to finish the homework. "Virtually everything, hmm? Except for what exactly it is I'm erasing when you can't control yourself..." He saws vigorously at the baked meal, somehow accidentally turning the action into a threatening gesture.

After a silent tense minute of watching the gruff teacher shred apart the lovingly cooked meal, Toshi finally draws a deep breath to speak while he wraps his arms protectively around his chest. "You're erasing my quirk, what else would you be doing," he manages in a flat voice.

Shouta spares him one last glance, the strength draining out of him at the sight of Toshinori curling in on himself like that, as though he'd been wounded. Unable to keep going, but unsure how to start, he averts his gaze back to the plate and tries to finish quickly, before he scrapes the remainder into Mara's bowl and sets the plate in the sink. With a sigh, he turns to lean back against the counter, gently nudging his hip in against the side of Toshi's thigh. "To be fair, I haven't exactly laid mine out, either."

The tall man tentatively loops an arm around Aizawa's waist as they stand hip to hip against the countertop, wanting to touch him but not wanting to look at him. "What do you mean?" Toshi asks, voice low and strained. Instead of looking at Shouta, he watches Mara clean up the scraps, the feline making little noises of happiness.

Eraserhead lifts his hand to squeeze gently at the fingers at his waist, stroking over them with his thumb as he speaks. "There's... a reason why I don't usually like the big flashy heroes in the top spots..." He trails off, leaving that train of thought behind, as he turns back around to grab the roll of paper towels from the countertop, almost depleted already.

He unrolls what's left of it, about fifteen sheets, until it's piled up on the vinyl. Then, with a focused blink, he grabs one end of the chain in his fist and activates his quirk. With his hair trailing up over his head and his eyes gleaming that eerie red, he yanks the trail of paper towels until it, too, is flying through the air like a ribbon- until one end seems to accidentally fall atop the scarf, still coiled and draped over the back of a nearby chair. Then it's suddenly clear that the motion was no accident, as the paper wraps around the carbon-reinforced linen, and it springs to life, uncurling and twisting in the air like some tiny, dangerous dragon.

Turning to Toshinori, Aizawa blinks once more, letting both ribbons and his hair succumb back into the regularly-scheduled influence of gravity. "It's... weak, but... I'm a dual-wielder too, like Todoroki Shoto." Flipping back around to lean against the countertop again, he grits his teeth a little and wads the paper towels into a ball before tossing it in the trash. "Almost exactly like Todoroki. You know what Endeavor did, right?"

Toshinori watches with growing interest, "Yeah... it seems to crop up a lot in Quirk marriages like that. I don't approve, at all. I think what he did to his wife is nothing short of disgusting." He tilts his head to look down at the shorter man against his side. "Dual-quirked... So you're saying you came out of the same scenario as he did? That has to be less than... ideal, for you to have to work around a man like Endeavour on a daily basis then."

Shouta lets his eyes fall shut as he nods and leans in against Toshinori's side, "Not anymore, I cut him off a long time ago. But yeah, until I got to know you better? I thought you'd be just as insufferable." Finally looking up, he tugs at the taller man's elbow until he's leaned in close enough to kiss his cheek. "I'm glad you're not."

A large hand slowly strokes down Aizawa's back as Toshi leans into the kiss, letting out a deep sigh as he relaxes marginally. "....I suppose I have something to tell you, then," He begins, the words feeling like they're being dragged out of his chest slowly, "When I was born, I was quirkless. It wasn't as rare then as it is now, but... I never developed a quirk. At all." He pauses to pass a hand over his face, and look up at the ceiling. "My power was given to me by someone else, by my mentor Nana." Here he hesitates for a moment, gathering his thoughts, "Her power was one of two parts, a dual quirk, but not in a literal sense like Todoroki's... or yours. One part was to stockpile all of the wielder's strength, the other part was to be able to take that gathered energy and pass it on to a new user, where it's gathered and passed on to the next, and the next. I'm not the first or third possessor, I'm the eighth. The power to gather all of that energy together and use it to protect lives, that's my quirk."

"A passable quirk? That would..." Aizawa blinks and trails off as his mind races through the implications, putting together the fragments of what they'd been talking about over dinner. "So then, Midoriya is the ninth?" The underground hero sinks a little more of his weight in against the counter and Toshi's side, slipping his arm back up around the taller man's waist to gently stroke his thumb between shirt and waistband as he zones out, mind racing with questions; how does it work how do you change a person's body like that do they have to be quirkless can you give it to as many people as you want does it split up if you do or do they each get the whole strength why doesn't anybody know about this why did it hurt midoriya does it always hurt when you first get it how long has he had it how long have you had it who else knows about this But with a soft shake of his head, Shouta sets all that aside in favor of what seems most important in this moment, blinking up at Toshinori with something akin to awe, "Is that why you're like this?"

"Burned out? Mm, most likely. My predecessors have a tendency to live short lifespans, so I don't really know what will happen now that I’ve passed it on. The more power Midoriya gains, the less I seem to have. It used to be a bright roaring flame in my chest, like molten gold in my veins, flashing and glittering, but now all I have left are embers of my strength, and someday it will all just be ash." He sighs softly and leans his head down to kiss the top of Shouta's head, pressing closely against his lover's side.

Aizawa pulls his fingers tightly into Toshi's shirt as the self-deprecating words wash over him, offering some clues about the mysterious shrinking time limit, but he shakes his head insistently and reaches to get a firm grip of the taller man's sweat shirt with both hands, firmly tugging him around until he's facing forward. Then, using that grip for leverage, he pushes up off the floor to sit on the countertop, his hands still pulled tight to keep Yagi close as he maintains eye contact, needing to be sure his intent is hitting home. "Not burned out... Having a power that you were chosen to take on, with a sense of obligation, rather than one you were born into, with some misplaced sense of entitlement, is that why you're so damn... heroic?"

Toshi smiles some and leans in to kiss his smaller lover, both hands drifting to rest on his hips. "I think I was chosen because of who I am. It's a gift, an immense gift, to be able to protect those in need, but it weighs on me more than you can imagine. But still, when it's gone I don't know what I’d do with myself... I'd wind up still rushing to the sounds of danger, quirk or not, to protect those in need." Slowly, he strokes Aizawa's body, the closeness and the heat calming him down and putting him in a better mood already.

"You'd better not," Shouta cuts off that idea dead in its tracks, gritting his teeth a little as he pulls back to nip at Toshi's nose, "Or we're moving to the countryside where there are no sounds of danger. It's called retirement, sunflower. It's supposed to be our reward for surviving long enough to see it." He finally unclenches one tense fist from Yagi's shirt, and reaches up to slide his palm along the sharp angles of Toshinori's face, leaning up to finally return the kiss properly. "Not that any hero worth their salt can really expect to make it that far, but..." He trails off and shrugs, slipping both hands up the back of Toshi's shirt to toy with the lace and pluck at the straps hidden beneath it.

"I certainly didn't expect to live to retirement. What's a retired hero supposed to do, watch crime happen from their back porch? At this point, I’ve been a hero so long, I don’t think I can just stop." The taller hero stiffens a little as a slow blush creeps up his face, and he leans down to hide it in the crook of Aizawa's neck. "I... suppose you'd like some dessert..." He breathes, suddenly shy and forgetting why he’d called Aizawa here in the first place, all of the weighty talk driving his earlier plans right out of his head.

Eraserhead nods solemnly in understanding, "See, it's not... that big of a deal. Being 'willing to die.' I'm sure the pro hero retirement statistics are appalling." He drags his nails gently down Toshi's back, hooking and catching on each seam of fabric and each bump of bone, until he ducks his fingertips past the waistband to keep following the line of the garters, landing with both hands splayed out across both cheeks. With a firm squeeze, he draws the older hero in closer, scooting forward a little to meet him as he leans back to spread his knees apart to either side of Toshi's hips, cradling him in a warm embrace. "Dessert sounds lovely~"

"It IS different when you expect to die during a villain attack, instead of by my hands. That would utterly crush me, knowing that I hurt you... that I killed you! God, Shouta, I can't even think about that at all." Suddenly a little frantic, Toshi slides his hands all up and down the smaller man's body, sliding fingers over scarred muscle and planes of bone under his skin. Slowly he calms down, though his breath is still a little shaky, and he gathers Shouta's body firmly against his. He shifts slowly, rocking his body against his lover's, enjoying the firm embrace.

"A selfish flight of fancy," Shouta agrees with a soft murmur, freeing one hand to stroke down that blond hair in a comforting gesture, "I know you won't, not if you didn't want to. You're too careful. I'm okay, sunflower, shh, I'm here." He holds the larger man just as tightly as the arms wrapped around his own frame, his fingers curled firmly into the gaps between lace garments, only pulling away far enough to press a few kisses into that golden tangle. Wrapping his legs in a little tighter around Toshi's hips, he slowly rubs one calf along the back of Toshi's thigh, pulling him closer in time with the slow rocking.

Toshi makes a small shocked noise and arches his back forward a little, shoving his hips firmly against Aizawa's for a moment. "Oh... oh god," he moans very softly, "This lace is going to kill me." He balances with one hand on the counter while he slides the other up his lover's shirt to stroke his skin slowly, his own breath a little shallow and excited.

"Mm, I can see the headlines now," Aizawa teases softly, a little shiver running through him at the hand slipping up under his shirt, "Number One Hero finally defeated! The culprit: Lace panties!!" He grins and slips a hand down the front of the blue sweatpants to cup around the garment in question, his palm firm and warm against Toshi's front, "Will this villain ever be brought to justice?" With his eyes dancing in merriment and desire, Shouta tips his head up to capture Yagi's mouth, nipping playfully at his lip before slipping him a bit of tongue. He tests the waters with a little squeeze between the older hero's legs, his arm jammed awkwardly between their bodies as his fingertips drink in the novel texture. "Only time will tell..."

A little hiss of breath slips out of the blonde's mouth at the squeeze, the lace starting to stretch tightly over his growing bulge. He rocks his hips forward into that grasp, the hand under Shouta's shirt slowly dragging back downwards with a hint of nails glancing across skin. "I'm wearing these for you, you bastard..." He starts to pant a little, mouth open over his lover's, his hand sliding downwards to cup at Shouta's firm ass, "But if you don't stop teasing me, then you won't get to see the rest of the surprise."

"Fine then," Shouta sobers quickly and pulls his hand free, "No more teasing." With a prompt efficiency, he reaches for the hem of the blue sweatshirt and pulls it up and over Yagi's head, then tosses it over to the chair with his scarf before moving on to the pants, hooking his thumbs into the elastic waistband to pull them down over Toshi's hips, as far down as he can manage from his perch atop the counter. "Better?" He replaces his palms atop the taller man's chest, intrigued by how the lacy additions frame his favorite gesture of scar-and-heart.

Toshi tosses his head a little to settle his mussed hair before he runs both hands through it, kicking off his sweats at the same time. He leans back a little, hands laced together behind his neck as he shows off the whole look at once, from a tightly fitted bustier to racy garters and silk stockings, and a pair of hip hugging panties with a cute pink bow, all of it in black lace. The tall blonde poses a bit for his lover, his back arched a little, "So, what do you think?"

Aizawa runs his gaze up the length of Toshinori's slender frame, slowly and appreciatively, drinking in every detail until his cheeks start to burn a little with desire. "I think..." He pauses in his words for a moment, as though his speech center has shorted out, and merely reaches out to pull Yagi in closer, "I think you should make this your next costume update."

"Noooo," the tall blonde man croons slowly, as he blushes slowly, a small grin lighting up his face, "I don't want anyone else to look at me the way you do. This..." He pauses to slide a hand down his own body as he tilts his head back slowly, "This is only for you." For a moment he presses against Shouta, all pale skin and racy lace, before he pulls away slowly, large hands gently tugging in a beckoning motion. "I have more of a surprise, if you want to leave the countertop."

Holding firmly around Yagi's back with both hands, Aizawa nudges his face happily against the other's midriff, then places a parting kiss there as the scantily-clad hero pulls away. "More??" He eagerly slides back down to the floor and follows along, fingers twined together with Toshi's.

Toshi smiles back over his shoulder with a slow blush as they near his bedroom doorway, then he untangles his hand and pulls away. "Stay right there for a moment," he breathes and pulls away, then strange, mysterious sounds can be heard from the bedroom for a moment, little clicks that sound like a lighter and a whisper of cloth on cloth. "Ok, ready," he calls, voice low and breathy.

Taking advantage of the pause, Aizawa quickly strips out of his shirt and pants, then throws his hair up into a messy bun with the elastic he's taken to keeping around one wrist. Filled with nervous energy from the teasing and buildup, he slides in past the door and shuts it behind himself, keeping Mara from getting underfoot. He turns and looks up to find a scene laid out before him; with his head resting on his palm, Toshi poses just a little, curled up on a smaller red silk coverlet laying in the middle of a soft white fur bedspread he’d swapped into place of his normal duvet earlier. The room is ringed with fake candles, casting a soft glow over his bared skin, which he strokes slowly from the hollow of his throat to his belly button as he looks at Shouta and licks his lips.

"I've died," Aizawa deadpans softly, his throat going dry, "I died and somehow some deity I never believed in has taken pity on my soul and stuck me here in heaven." He slowly draws closer to the bed, still muttering the whole way, "Or I'm in a coma, I never woke up after USJ and I started dreaming about the last beautiful man I saw and just never stopped and this is the final feverish climax of my brain trying to make me comfortable..." He crawls onto the fuzzy white bedspread and over to join Toshinori's side, splaying out with his feet hanging off the edge of the bed as he gently headbutts the taller man's chest, reaching with one yearning hand to pull in closer around Yagi's waist, his lips still moving against the other hero's skin and silken decour as he speaks hoarsely, "I doubt I'll ever be able to make this up to you."

"This all... isn't just for your benefit, you know. I'm enjoying it as well! I love the way you look at me like you want to devour me." The blonde croons softly and strokes a hand down the side of Shouta's face, fingers gently tracing at his scar, before drifting lower to cup the back of his neck to pull him up for a kiss. "Midnight was absolutely shocked when I didn't give her the box my sponsors sent, like I usually do. She refused to let me out of the lounge until I told her more about us... She's worried that I'll break your heart. I couldn't ever do that to you." He kisses again, slow and heavy and fierce before pulling back with a smile, fingers lightly caressing down the middle of Shouta's spine.

"Ahh, so these came in one of your boxes, did they. How do your sponsors know what size to get you? For this body, I mean." He runs his palm down All Might's flank, accentuating the leaner, bonier angles of his body in its powered-down form, while appreciating the special garments along the way. Shouta army-crawls up the bed a little further to meet Toshi's mouth hungrily, his fingers going everywhere along the older hero's body until one hand comes to rest at his jaw, cupping his cheek tenderly. "I don't think you ever could, no. But are you sure it was my heart she was worried about you breaking?" He breaks into that shit-eating grin and ducks in to press more kisses against that golden, freckled skin, trailing his way down Toshi's jaw and neck until he reaches the collarbone again, where he spends a minute or two refreshing the faded bruise he'd left there a few days ago. "So... what did you tell her? About us?"

"I -mmm- I called and told them what size I wanted instead," Toshi purrs softly, leaning into those touches, "No big mystery, I promise! As for Midnight..." He shifts to roll onto his back as he wraps his arms around his smaller lover, tugging him close for a long minute, before leaning down to kiss him. The soft kisses taste like ricotta and marinara as he slides his tongue slowly against Aizawa's, his skin prickling a little as their bodies rub together. After a moment he pulls away with a deep contented sigh to stroke his thumb slowly across that scar that haunts him whenever he looks at his partner’s face. "I just told her how much I loved you."

Aizawa lifts one eyebrow, peering up at Toshi as he finishes sucking at the skin, pulling away with a nod of satisfaction at its dark purple color. "So now some sex shop sponsor thinks you have a lover who's just as tall as you but half as wide. Lovely." He chuckles softly with a little shake of his head, scooting up to nudge noses with the taller man as he sinks back into that kiss and crawls up to straddle his abdomen, sinking his weight in against the firm warmth of the hero below him with a quiet, happy groan. "Mmm... and just how much is that, Sunflower~"

Toshinori stills for a long moment, his hands resting on the outside curve of each of Shouta's thighs as he looks up at his lover, his own hair messily spread out on the red coverlet below. "I love you so much it makes it hard to breathe sometimes. I've loved you for a long time, long before we... became intimate. There was a spark that flared to life in my heart the first day we met, out in that dusty field, and it's been growing ever since. It's so strong now, that it feels like... It's filling up that space in my chest where my quirk used to be." He turns his head to the side, overcome with emotion, a few tears streaking across his face at the impact of it.

Blinking a little as the overly-honest admission washes over him, Shouta grows still aside from his fingers slowly pulling in tight over both of Toshi's shoulders. "That much, huh." His voice wisps out hoarsely, his face as blank as ever, but thick warm tears start to well up in his eyes, refreshing and surprising as they spill over to drop little clear splatters across his lover's cheek. Sinking in closer with a little shiver from the intensity, he reaches up with gentle fingertips to pull that pointed chin back up to face him. "You..." Aizawa freezes in place for a moment, unable to articulate much of anything at all, and instead ducks his head and slips his hand into that golden hair to pull into a fierce kiss.

With a quiet gasp the tall hero kisses back, trembling a little as his wet lashes slide shut. A low moan unravels into Shouta's throat as Toshi sucks on his tongue, the spit from their kiss sliding messily down his chin but he doesn't shift to wipe it away at all. Instead he reaches for Shouta's free hand to tangle their fingers together tightly, reassured by the touch. Finally Toshinori pulls back with a soft pant, a hectic blush in his pale cheeks. "Touch me, please touch me, I wore this getup for you so you'd look at me like you're doing right now," he breathes softly, his free hand reaching up to slowly brush the long bangs out of Shouta's eyes.

Aizawa squeezes firmly at those fingers as he nips a little at Toshi's lip when he pulls away, his eyes drifting from the sunken blue ones to the lips pleading with him, and even lower, suddenly reminded once more of the thin, fancy layer between the two of them. "Let me clue you in on a little secret," he murmurs softly, glancing back up with a little grin as he slides his palms slowly down over Toshi's chest, thumbs plucking at the straps over his shoulders, "I always want to devour you." That grin shifts slightly into almost a snarl, a primal baring of teeth and intentions as Shouta dives in to ravage the warm skin beneath him with nips, kisses, and a few more hickeys, following the line of each lacy garment.

Toshinori gasps and arches his back as he tangles his hands in the red silk beneath him, each little nip or kiss sending a jolt up his spine, a little electric shock which makes his skin tingle teasingly. "Harder," he begs shamelessly, wanting those teeth to mark his skin for weeks instead of days. The lanky blonde spreads his legs and rocks his hips, the friction of the lace against his shaft becoming a serious tease, the sensation not something he can ignore for much longer when Shouta gives him those dark hungry looks.

Inching slowly down Toshinori's body as he nibbles along the edge of the bustier, Aizawa tilts his head to run his tongue flat over the silk covering Yagi's right nipple, soaking it through with firm licks until the skin beneath is perking into his mouth. Growling softly at the pleading command, he sinks his teeth in around the wet patch, lathing his tongue against it as his hands run down to the hem of the garment, then up underneath it with a light scraping of nails. Shouta lets his eyes fall shut as he releases the bite with a soft groan, grinding back down against those eager hips when they roll up to meet him, lace rubbing against cotton to tease him even further into a frenzy. He slips one leg between Toshi's thighs, pushing his knee up carefully to shove a little pressure into the crotch of the lace panties, before he pulls it back to rest his weight on, and soon follows it with his other leg, fingers trailing down Yagi's flanks the whole way.

Finally drawing in on his main target, Aizawa shoves his hands up under his partner's hips, helping to prop him up as he resumes from where he'd left off in the kitchen, nose pressed to the small patch of skin between pantiline and garter belt, his jaw stretched wide as he finally indulges in running his tongue slowly and firmly up from his chin to his palette, dragging wetly over each ridge of lace already straining and stretched over the eager flesh below.

"Jesus fucking Christ," The blonde pants reverently as his whole body sings with pleasure, his eyes locked on that mouth that's pressed against the black lace barely containing his eager erection. Slowly he shifts his long pale legs up and over the smaller man's shoulders, the muscles in his thighs trembling a little, the silken stocking sliding slickly across Shouta's bare skin. He tucks one leg up to slowly slide his lower calf and ankle across his lover's throat, toes catching a bit against the back of his head as he curls them. "I'm not giving Midnight any more of my boxes, not if you're going to look at me like this whenever we open them up together."

Shouta gives a firm squeeze to both buttocks in response to the religious swear, his fingertips gripping tightly before they loosen again to tease past the frilled edge of the panty-line. Pulling one hand free for a moment, he extends his palm up toward Yagi, holding it flat with an idle command as though working through a delicate surgery, "Lube." The spoken word reverberates softly against the shaft still straining up into the fabric binding, which by now is completely moistened with Aizawa's saliva and warmed with his every breath. He tilts his head a little as that stocking-clad leg pins him to the mattress, slowly dragging stubble along the nylon as he tries to keep clumsy toes from knocking his hairtie too loose.

Finally tiring of trying to work around and through the gift-wrapping, Aizawa carefully nips his teeth to pinch the fabric away, jerking his head with a careful nudge of his jaw as he works to pull the bridge of lace off to one side, finally freeing the prize trapped within. He adds his thumb to the hem, carefully tugging it aside until both shaft and sac are safe from the dangers of pinching or chafing. "Is that so," the younger teacher languidly runs the flat of his tongue up the whole underside of that flushed erection, pausing with his lips pressed to the glans, "I guess she'll have to get her own."

Toshinori arches his back and gasps loudly at that lick as his whole body trembles, his hands reaching down to pluck the hair tie free so that he can grasp the black mane with both hands while his toes curl. He bites down on his lower lip roughly to swallow his harsh gasp. "There's... there's some under the pillow... it's that bottle I used on you the other night," He gasps while he pulls his hands away, curling them in the red silk instead. The way he says it sounds... a little coy, a little playful.

A sound escapes from somewhere deep in the back of Aizawa's throat, halfway between a groan and a growl, as those clever fingers undo his up-do and sink in against his scalp. Of course, by then, the back of his throat is already occupied with that sensitive, flushed tip as he gulps it down, eyes tearing up a little as he pushes past the gag reflex he used to have so well under control, more than a decade ago now. A soft growl of frustration buzzes softly against the head as Aizawa assesses his progress, disappointed with having made it only about halfway down that daunting length. He retracts his hand, seeing now that his request is being left unfulfilled, and wraps it around the remainder. Shouta tucks his left arm up under his chest, using that palm to cup the heavy sac and tease his fingertips down further, adding pressure between Yagi's legs in a back-and-forth motion. Glancing up to meet Toshi's eyes at the sound of that teasing inflection, Shouta slurps loudly as he pulls his mouth free and hovers with his chin an inch above the shaft in his grasp, pausing to swallow and smack his lips for a moment. "And why is it under the pillow, Sunflower?" His voice comes out a little strained, and his hips roll idly into the soft bedspread as he awaits a response, fingers still teasing and stroking at their prey.

The tall blonde twists his upper body a bit as he bites down on his wrist to hide his shameless moans, lost in the sensation of Aizawa's mouth on his shaft. He'd barely ever gotten this kind of gift, his sheer size somewhat daunting for nearly everyone, barring a scant few. And now Shouta was swallowing him, and the tip of his cock was pressed against the back of his lover's talented throat, that wet, slick mouth wrapped so tightly around him... He shudders and lets a long, low groan scrape out of his chest as that mouth pulls away. For a moment he lays there, blinking a bit dazedly, before he manages to scrape up enough brain cells to put together a decent sentence. "There... there's some other treats under the pillow, too. I was... too shy to show you at first. I mean, on top of the uh... the outfit." With a quick, careless motion, he tosses the hair tie still clutched in his hand to the side so that he can bury both hands in Shouta's hair.

Suddenly changing his mind and his course of action, Aizawa pulls both his hands free, leaving Toshinori wet and glistening in the dimly-lit atmosphere as he ducks out from beneath those stockinged legs and makes a grab for the elastic before it gets lost. Slipping it back around his wrist, he prowls on hands and knees the rest of the way up the mattress, his hair hanging haphazardly around his neck and shoulders, until he reaches the headboard and drapes himself over Toshi's outstretched arm. His curiosity properly piqued, he grabs and plucks the indicated pillow into the air to get a look at the assorted goodies tucked beneath it.

Toshinori lays there panting and disheveled for a moment before he turns his head, following Shouta's gaze at the items he’d snuck under the pillow earlier. There lay the aforementioned lube, along with a pair of black lacy cat ears attached to a headband, a collar with a bell on it and a vibrator in a soft peachy pink color. He blushes furiously for a moment, considering if all of these playthings are worth the effort. "I uhm... the ears and the bell came with the outfit... I didn't know if it was too much?" He coughs shyly, his free arm coming up unconsciously to wrap around his chest.

Shouta's lips twitch gradually into that manic grin again as he eyes the extra accessories, then turns his gaze hungrily to Toshinori. "Well, if they came as a matching set, who are we to separate them?" He reaches for the headband and carefully tucks it into those golden locks, artfully arranging Toshi's bangs to hang loose in front of it, then snaps the collar around the bottom of that long neck, giving the bell a little playful tap to let it chime before it falls to rest in the hollow of Yagi's throat.

Aizawa sits back on his haunches to admire the ensemble; cat ears tucked into mussed blond hair, the adorable little bell collar, that silk bustier with a soaking wet spot plastered to one nipple and the hem pushed up to expose his navel and the bottom of the scar, the lacy garter belt riding over the ridges of his pelvis, the warped hem of the panties stretched around the base of that straining member, and the fancy nylon stockings darkening each long leg to mid-thigh.

Shouta licks his lips and hand-walks in closer to loom over his lover, his dark eyes burning with desire, "You look stunning, Sunflower," He leans in for a quick kiss and nibbles gently at Toshi's lower lip as he pulls away, "But you're just missing one thing..." In one fluid motion, he makes a grab for the last two goodies and scoops them into one arm, then uses the other to pivot until he's facing the foot of the bed, and carefully straddles Yagi's chest, dumping the lube and toy to one side before delicately shimmying the pink-trimmed panties down over the taller man's hips.

Toshinori blushes deeply at the look he's getting and kisses back, drawing in a breath as he rakes Shouta from knees to crown with a white hot look before his chest is straddled, lifting his hips to help remove the delicate panties. "It's not too much, then?" He worries aloud as he eyes that firm backside with a slow lick of his lower lip, his arms coming up to wrap around his lover's waist, broad palms gliding upwards towards his abs and chest. "I... kind of was just guessing with all of this..." He squirms a bit, "I'm enjoying it, I hope you are."

Aizawa plucks his hips up, keeping his weight on his knees as Toshinori squirms beneath him, conscious not to pin him so heavily to the bed as to crush the air out of him. "I definitely am," he answers loudly enough to be heard, even with his back turned, and slowly settles his weight back down across Yagi's collarbone, his thighs tucked up against the taller man's ribs as he sits back to squeeze at those tender fingers as they slide up his stomach. Then, with a sly little smirk to himself, he tugs Toshi's right hand down lower and slips it in past the waistband of his briefs, letting him get a good feel of just how much Shouta has been enjoying this so far. "See? Hold that for me, would you, I'm about to have my hands full..." True to his word, Aizawa pulls both his hands free and reaches for the vibrator dildo and the bottle of high-grade lube. He compares the toy first to himself, and then just for good measure, to his fingers, estimating how many to work up to, "Hey, is this rubber or silicon, do you know?" He runs a quick test of the vibrate function to learn its operation and power level, then sets it aside again. Next, he brings the lube closer to inspect its label in the dim lighting, checking its specifications before he pops the bottle open, dabs a little onto one finger to taste it with a surprised nod of approval, then squeezes out enough into one palm that it nearly goes running down his arm before he's able to split it up a little. He diligently distributes a good amount across the thin skin of Toshi's length, his fingers wrapping tightly and stroking a slow rhythm to keep him content, then he uses the rest to go spelunking, craning his wrist to reach between those cheeks with firm, slicked-up, probing fingertips pressing in against each muscle.

"Oh! You DO enjoy my efforts!" the older hero laughs and brings his other hand down as well, using one to tug down the waistband of the briefs while the other cups around Shouta's cock, the firm flesh easily filling his hand. He blindly strokes it as best he can, while he pushes the waistband down far enough to cup at his lover's sac, gently rolling it against his palm while he strokes. "It should be silicon, one of those fancy ones that feels just like y- ahhhhh," Toshi lets out a soft croon as he feels the slicked fingers press up against him, his legs spreading wider to give the gruff man more room to work, his eagerness exposed from the slight breathy hitch in his voice.

A soft groan builds in Shouta's throat as he rocks carefully into those warm palms, idly enjoying the attention as he works. "No matter," he reassures the other hero, "the lube is water-based anyway. And not bad to taste, either." He leans in to demonstrate, swirling his tongue playfully around the flushed head poking out of his fist, lapping up lube and precum alike. His other hand, meanwhile, continues its barrage against Toshi's back door, careful not to let his nails catch on any of the delicate skin there as he slips first one finger in, then pulls it back out and quickly adds a second, pushing in deep with a crooked curl and a little scissoring. Spending just a few more minutes to spread him open a little wider, eventually adding a third finger, Shouta soon pulls both hands away to grab the pink toy. He smears the excess lube from both hands down its length, just enough to cover it, and carefully pushes it in below Yagi's sac, which he cups firmly in his free hand to keep clear as he slides the silicon tip down with a little pressure until it dips into place. "I need you to stay vocal for me," he prompts softly, twisting his head back to meet Toshi's eyes for a moment, "Tell me if I'm going too fast, or if you want the motor turned off or on." He turns back to the task at hand and adds a little more force, slowly starting to push the slippery pink tip in a little harder until his lover's body gives way to let it in.

Toshinori gasps roughly as a shock ripples through his body at how good that slick hand and wet mouth feel in combination on his sensitive tip, his back arching up and, despite his bodyweight, lifts up the shorter man a little way into the air while his toes curl against the bedspread. "Ohhhfucking hell, that's..." He groans shamelessly before sinking back downwards as he carefully watches his own grip. He keeps his feet tucked under him a little, lifting and shifting his hips while Shouta slides those teasing fingers in and out for a moment, working his tight body open. "O-okay, I'll try to be," The tall blonde hero gasps, trying to focus on the movement of his hands stroking at his lover's cock while the toy slowly grinds into him. "Mmph! Ah, that's ...a little big... but it feels okay... g-give me a just a sec," Toshi gasps as he tosses his head back, his hands stilled while the bell on his collar gives a merry little jingle.

Holding still for a moment to let his partner adjust to the girth, Aizawa bites his lip a little and restrains his instinct to grind down into that grip, and instead focuses on a little trick, trying it out wordlessly to see whether Toshinori might catch on. Starting slowly and shallowly, he pulls the toy out a little as Yagi's grip around him reaches his glans, and pushes the silicon a little further in as that rough palm squeezes and pulls down around his base. Matching stroke for stroke, he eventually works the toy in deep enough to where he needs only one hand to hold it and guide it. Then, still playing at his little mirror game, he pulls his free hand to wrap back around Toshi's shaft, duplicating the mimic there as well with a combination of hand and mouth gliding down around the tip.

The older hero trembles and gasps, trying to mimic the motions of his lover, but the combination of the toy, the hand, the mouth and the lube are starting to short out his brain in fast order. "Shooooouta, Shouta, Shouta I can't, you have to stop for a second," Toshinori moans almost incoherently, his hands yanking away to bury into the coverlet so hard it makes a tiny ripping sound. He lays there gasping and open-mouthed for a moment, trying to catch his breath with one lung, his body steaming slightly until he manages to calm down. "I can't...focus on everything," he pants, a little desperate, "Scoot down, I wanna suck you, I can do that a lot easier than trying to match up with your hands." He's nearly begging, his broad hands tugging at his lover's lean hips.

Shouta pauses at the sound of his name, another loud slurp sounding out as he pulls away to glance back at Toshinori, tilting his head a little at the desperate plea. "All right," he chuckles softly, shimmying his hips a little closer to the other's face, letting his back straighten out a little, "But I was matching you, letting you set the pace, like an extension of your hand... Just for fun." He shoves the toy in to the hilt with a firm pressure, then uses one hand to brace himself against the bed as he shifts to one side, lifting his knee high enough to carefully pull his leg free of the cotton pants before he settles back down and resumes his prior grips around the thick girth before him, and the flat base of the dildo- teasing Toshi with a brief flash of vibration deep within him.

Toshinori gasps roughly and arches his body up again, rising like a wave between his lover's thighs before he collapses back down against the bed and turns to nip that bare inner thigh in retribution, leaving dark love marks. Moving quickly, he tugs the briefs entirely off Shouta’s other leg, and then carelessly tosses them off the side of the bed. "Tilt it just a bit, it's not in quite... right." He complains a little breathily as he leans up to lap at the slit of Shouta's cock, little sparks dancing through his body with every thrust of the toy. The blonde stops licking and gives the tip a little kiss before he sucks just the head into his mouth, curling his tongue around it while he sucks hard.

"Hmm?" Glancing back once more, Aizawa squeezes at the silicon base and pulls it out a little, then tries it again at a different angle, tilting it to push in directly against Toshi's prostate. "This? Or..." He does a little kegel flex into his partner's palm, and shudders softly as that warm tongue teases along his head. "Try to get your shoulders in front of my knees if you can." He tries to aid the process by shifting his weight to one knee, lifting the other leg out and over Toshi's arm, then settling back in with his toes wedged down between the mattress and the headboard, before he repeats the process on the other side, bringing his hips a good few inches closer to Yagi's face, and accidentally knocking into the jingling little bell as he goes. "Better?"

"OH, ooooh god, yes, right there." Toshi groans loudly, his voice rising up at the end of the word there into a high pitched whine while he squeezes his eyes tightly shut for a second. His body trembles a bit, but he opens his eyes to see the stiff shaft hanging much closer to his face, and much easier to reach now. He latches onto Shouta's hips with both hands and lunges upward to swallow him to the root, tongue working against the veins along the top as he makes little gulping motions, the tip bumping against the back of his throat when he does. Slowly his hands creep upward and wrap entirely around his lover's body as he anchors himself in place, sucking and working on the hot stiff flesh in his mouth with little sounds of pleasure shivering out between his lips.

Aizawa gasps loudly and falters as he's suddenly swallowed down into Toshi's eager mouth, his legs trembling and going slack as his weight is pulled right down onto his partner's face. "Oh god," he echoes softly, a little whining hiss escaping his throat from the tight squeezing of Toshi's throat around his tip. Determined not to get distracted quite so easily, however, he renews his earlier effort to return the gesture, licking his way down Yagi's shaft to seal his lips around it, pushing through the ache in his jaw and the stretch of his cheeks to take just a little bit more, his other hand still slowly pumping that toy into Toshi's depths with little rocking motions, making sure to keep that same angle each time. Pulling his head up enough to get a fresh breath of air, Shouta pushes his lips back down and hums deep in his throat against that swollen head, clicking the vibe into play with his knuckle simultaneously.

Toshinori suddenly bucks and trembles as he moans around the shaft in his mouth, a shockwave of pure pleasure rippling through his body from the vibration as he twists helplessly underneath his lover's weight. His hands dig into Shouta's flesh, clawing a little in desperation as he wordlessly begs for more, his narrow hips thrusting helplessly while the bell on his neck jingles a merry tune in time with his motions. "S-shouta, I'm..." He gasps, pulling back for just a second before quickly gulping down Shouta's cock again, swallowing his whole length in one swift motion. He bobs his head a few times while his tongue curls and laps before he ruthlessly shoves his mouth all the way down to the base, his moans creating the most delicious vibration against his lover's shaft.

The smaller hero leans more of his weight atop his elbows, trying to hold the man beneath him still as he focuses on his grips- the clawed fingers around the buzzing base of the toy, slowly pushing and pulling it a few inches in and out of Toshi's body, keeping it tilted to dig into that sensitive angle deep within him, and his other hand, curled in a tight sleeve around the bottom half of that flushed length, his fingers and thumb pressing in against each vein and nerve wherever his lips and tongue can't quite reach. Shouta pays almost no mind as his own body trembles and builds into the climax of a violent spasm, his hips rolling down to meet that tight mouth as his control slips away from him, emptying with a sudden spurt down Yagi's throat which leaves him jerking away for air, his fingers squeezing in a tight, upwards twist.

The taller man can't help but moan a little as that hot seed splashes against the back of his throat, but he swallows hurriedly and sucks for a moment longer before he tears his mouth away to gasp loudly as all the sensations come together all at once. With a sharp jolt of his hips, Toshi lurches upwards and comes, his frame tense and quivering while he hangs onto that lean waist for dear life, his seed spurting out to splash thickly against Shouta's face in quick bursts. After a moment, Toshi collapses back on the bed, his collar jingling as his chest heaves and his arms slide bonelessly to the bed. "Ohmygod, turn it off, I can't take it," He pleads breathlessly, his hips twitching as the vibrations pulse against his abused nerves.

Shouta fumbles with shaky fingers until he manages to switch off the dull buzzing of the motor, then he slowly and carefully pulls the toy free to let Toshi rest, setting it aside on the white-furred bedspread before he, too, gives in to fatigue and tucks his arms up underneath his lover's thighs, pulling one up to wipe his face off on the nylon stocking, then resting his heavy head on the other. "Sorry 'bout that, Sunflower," he murmurs softly against Toshi's thigh, his own knees still trapped behind the taller man's shoulders. "Are you okay?" He slides gradually to the left and collapses bonelessly to the mattress against Yagi's side, both arms now wrapped around that left thigh in a loose hug as he tips his chin down to meet his lover's eyes with a fond but exhausted smile, his right leg draped haphazardly across the other's chest.

"I..." The exhausted blonde begins to reply but trails off, his eyes closed and his chest heaving, hands resting in a limp half-curled way among the white fur, "...I am really ...really good. Real good. Christ." Toshi slowly turns his head to the side, the headband twisting awkwardly in his hair, his eyelids lifting open the slightest bit as he meets Shouta's tender gaze. "That was really ...just...just amazing." He feebly raises one hand to cup it around the thigh across his chest, giving it an awkward little hug as he closes his eyes again and flops his head back against the pillow. "Can you move? I wanna kiss you, but I don't think I can make it down there."

"Mm." Aizawa groans softly in exhaustion, but dutifully pulls his arms out from around Toshi's thigh, and pushes up off the mattress, wavering a little on his knees before he slumps over in the other direction, sliding his legs down along Toshi's side until he's able to curl in against his chest with an arm draped around his shoulders and behind his head, the other toying idly with the bell at his neck. "Glad you enjoyed as much as I did." He smirks and presses a kiss beneath that sharp cheekbone, then shifts to catch his partner's lips briefly before he pulls back to put a few inches between them. "Be honest; did I get it all?" He gestures vaguely at his face, sure he must have been less than thorough in his brief nudge against Toshi's leg.

"Mmm, not even close. Sorry, by the way, lemme clean you up." With one feeble hand pressed to the back of Shouta's head, Toshinori tugs him down and slowly cleans his face with tender licks, pausing to kiss him occasionally with slick, salty lips. "There, a little damp but not... covered in my cum anymore. Not that I minded seeing you like that." He strokes a gentle hand down Shouta's throat, his gaze a tender one.

The younger teacher's lips quirk a little at the casual cleaning, the symbolism not lost on him of the feline-themed getup going perfectly with the tongue bath. "You're such a dork," he laughs softly, pressing playful kisses to the older man's forehead, nose, and lips, "But you make for one cute cat, I'll give you that much." He swipes to jingle at that bell again, breaking into a playful grin, "Careful now, you'll make her Majesty jealous..." He lifts his head to glance back at the closed door, where one orange paw can be seen curled under it, batting clumsily at the air. "Speaking of which..."

Toshi laughs and snuggles as close as he can with his exhausted body, then gives Shouta a little push. "Can you let her in, my legs won't hold me right now." He watches that lean, toned body move away appreciatively, his eyes half closed as exhaustion creeps over him like a heavy blanket. "She'd never forgive me if I kept her out there the whole night."

Shouta sighs dramatically and pulls himself out of bed, stumbling over to the door to let the ginger come rushing in to occupy the warm spot he'd previously claimed against Toshinori's side. Letting his eyes roam fondly over the two of them, he ducks out to grab his clothes from the hallway, fishes his phone from his pants pocket, and snaps a couple candid photos of the two felines reclining on the bed before he powers the device off to save some battery for the next day, then dumps his belongings unceremoniously on the night stand and crawls back into bed. Giving Mara a few strokes down her back, he turns his affections back to her human, reaching up to pull the headband from his hair, careful not to tug it against any tangles. Piece by piece, he tenderly unclasps, unhooks, and unrolls each part of the lacy ensemble, setting them (along with the pink toy and half-empty bottle of lube) on the nightstand by his own clothes, stripping Toshi down until he’s left in just the silken bustier. Then finally, Aizawa slips his palms up underneath its hem, resting against his partner's scarred chest as he finally lets himself succumb to sleep as well.

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[10:36 AM] All Might ✪: so it occurred to me this morning that you know what my limits are
[10:37 AM] All Might ✪: but I don't know yours
[10:37 AM] All Might ✪: I'm suddenly in a teaching mood, see me after school
[10:38 AM] All Might ✪: think of a new safeword, you won't be using mine
[3:57 PM] Aizawa Shouta: Limits? In what regard?
[3:58 PM] Aizawa Shouta: And where will you be? Should I bring anything?
[4:16 PM] All Might ✪: I want to know how far you'd go before using it
[4:17 PM] All Might ✪: but if you don't trust me to use it, game's over
[4:17 PM] All Might ✪: your place, borrowed your keys so I'll be there. I have dinner, just bring yourself
[4:19 PM] Aizawa Shouta: Borrowed my keys?!?
[4:19 PM] Aizawa Shouta: How will I lock the classroom
[4:20 PM] All Might ✪: heh just your apt key, I'm not that careless

Shouta strives to get through the rest of his class without thinking about Toshinori too much, and the promise of an extracurricular lesson awaiting him at home. Rather than drawing things out to the last second as per his usual tactic, he wraps things up with ten minutes to spare, and sends the students home early. Sure enough, when he double-checks his key chain, locking up for the night, his home key is missing. His mind runs rampant as he heads home, trying to figure out when and how Yagi had managed to pilfer it without him noticing. A little on-edge by the time he arrives, he silently slips in past the unlocked door and strips out of his shoes and socks to let his toes breathe after a long day.

Yagi is sitting in one of the living room chairs, head leaning on one hand, a book cradled in the other. He's dressed extremely well, in fitted black slacks, a crisp white button-down that hugs his upper body, black suspenders, and shiny black shoes. His hair even looks sleeker than normal, smoothed back a little. He looks up and smiles sweetly as he shuts the book and sets it aside. "You certainly hurried home."

With his eyes drinking in every detail, Aizawa approaches nearer and folds his legs to join Yagi in the chair, a knee tucked in to either side to settle into his lap with a playful tug to one of those suspenders. "Had I known you'd be waiting for me like this, I would have canceled class altogether..." He smirks a little and leans in to greet his partner with a slow kiss, reaching up to run his fingers down that smooth hair before he pulls back with an insistent palm turned upwards, "Key."

Yagi half smiles and slowly kisses back but the look in his eyes is burning hot like liquid fire. He leans back a little and folds his hands together as he eyes his lover up and down. "No." He simply states, "You can earn it back, however." He raise one hand and slowly strokes Shouta's muscled neck, then pauses to tug that heavy scarf up and over his head, setting it aside to free up his neck and slide a finger across his collarbone. "I have some plans for you but you remember what I asked you to do? Did you think of a safe word yet?"

"About that," Aizawa crosses his arms across his chest in frustration at the denial, sitting back against Yagi's knees with the hint of a scowl tugging at one side of his mouth, "What's this about knowing what your limits are? It's not as though you ever used your safe-word. And besides..." He sighs and leans in to press close against Toshi's chest, tucking his arms up under the taller man's shoulders as he nudges in to press a soft kiss against his ear, volume sinking to a soft murmur, "It's not that I don't trust you enough to use it... It's that I trust you too much. I... don't know how that happened." He holds the older hero firmly for a few moments before pulling back to gaze at him fondly, "Since you insist, 'Mineta' works just fine for me."

The taller man relaxes a bit and hugs his lover tenderly, one hand smoothing over his hair. "Are you sure you could look him in the eye knowing you yelled his name? I wish you'd think of something better, something more ...personal." He laughs a little, showing a hint of teeth. "Personally I don't want to think of the little pervert at all when I see you trembling in my arms. And I've never used mine because you've never pushed me far enough that I think I need to. But I'm not inside of your body, I need to know when to stop."

Shouta wheezes a hoarse laugh and ducks in for another quick kiss. "Fine, fine. Going with your flower theme, I'll pick... lotus." He sits back on his haunches again, getting another good look at Toshi's get-up while he reaches up to tie his hair back in a casual ponytail. "Exactly, we never went that far. So I don't know your limits any more than you know mine... But I would definitely say you were 'inside my body,' Sunflower," Aizawa leans back in and trails his fingers slowly down Toshi's front, pausing periodically to un-do each button in the white shirt, his voice dropping again to a bit of a husky growl, "Much deeper than I can ever recall..."

Toshi's smile darkens as he slides a hand up the back of Aizawa's neck slowly. "Hm, lotus. Lotus. I like that, my little black lotus." His nails scrape at the sensitive skin before he firmly grips those black curls trapped in a thick ponytail. "Say it for me?" He yanks back roughly as he leans forward to sharply nip the hollow of Shouta's throat, pulling his lover’s head back in a graceful arch as he bites. His other hand slides up the back of that toned ass, grabbing at it roughly to hold the smaller man in place so that he can mark the pale skin under his mouth roughly.

The corner of Aizawa's mouth quirks in a little fond smile at the sudden nickname he'd accidentally created, and he shivers and leans back to meet those teasing nails with a soft groan, his eyes sinking closed from the pleasure. They fly back open at the request, however, as he pulls up to meet Toshi's eye with a little frown, about to lecture him on the irresponsibility of throwing a safeword around in jest, but that yank to his hair and the teeth on his skin make it hard to form his words with the level of coherence he'd intended. "But... I don't want you to stop..." He tips his head back a little to make room for that hungry mouth at his throat, a soft whimper slipping out against Toshi's lips.

Yagi smirks against the skin under his mouth as he pulls steadily harder, "I'm not asking this time. Say it for me, so I can hear it out of your mouth." He scrapes his teeth across the collarbone roughly as he grinds their hips together, his tone making it clear that this is a command. "I want to take the lead this time, but you need to give it up so I can take care of you. Relax so I can taste your skin, nip your fingers, worship your legs, admire your wrists. I want to blindfold you, Shouta. I have a few treats for you, but this step comes first."

Shouta shudders gently at the commanding tone and the harsh pressure of the teeth on his throat, frustrated at the teasing contradictions. "What was the point of making me set a safeword, if you're just going to strip it of meaning... I’d only be using it if I need you to stop, not just for a little playing around." He sits back on Toshi’s knees and frowns quizzically up at him, eyes narrowed, “Did you think revoking consent is some kind of game?”

Toshinori pauses and eyes his partner a little, hand still wrapped tightly around that messy black ponytail. “It’s not for revoking consent, that’s not what I’m asking for! If you would use your safeword, I’d take it to mean that I need to be less intense, not to stop entirely.” He lets go and pulls his hands back, his eyes flashing a little dangerously. “Why would you ever think I’d want to push you that far, Shouta?”

“I didn’t.” Aizawa lifts one eyebrow, his fingertips tracing lightly across the skin he’s managed to bare so far, “That’s why I was surprised you were so insistent that I set a safeword. I didn’t think we’d need it.” He sighs and shakes his head gently, then leans in to rest his forehead against the long line of Toshi’s neck, “If I needed you to lighten up, I’d just say so. I’m not a liar outside of school, and I’m not as much of a masochist as you are.” His hands fall still, palms spread haphazardly across the warm skin of Yagi’s chest, just relaxing but not yet reassuring.

“I’m not saying you’re either of those things, Shouta! I just want to be able to hone in on a word, or on some little sign that you’re being pushed too far! You remember when I put my hand around your throat? I could have seriously hurt you. I don’t want to do that again without a safeguard!” Toshi snaps, his long hands bunching in the black fabric of his dress slacks tightly. “In fact, if you don’t want to take a safeword seriously, then I’d rather not do this at all!”

Shouta pulls away and sputters indignantly at the accusation, his voice dropping into a rough hiss, “I’m not taking it seriously? You’re the one who wants to use it for every little ‘owwie’ instead of just using our fucking words like adults!” He lifts one hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath before allowing his temper to escalate the situation. Then, with one hand raised in a hold-on gesture, he digs his phone out of his pocket and browses quickly through a few sources. “Ah. I see. It would appear we’ve been coming from fundamentally different practices, listen to this: ‘Safeword – A codeword a bottom can use to force BDSM activity to stop – used especially in scenes which may involve consensual force.’ It says here on the Wiki, some safewords are used to stop the scene outright, while others can communicate a willingness to continue, but at a reduced level of intensity.” Glancing up from the screen, his expression softened a little, Aizawa cracks a wry little smile, “It sounds like you were thinking of the second type, I was thinking of the first type.”

The taller blonde grits his teeth and tilts his head back to rest against the chair cushion, his eyes closed and body tense as a clock spring. “...thank you Wiki, for explaining my own urges better than I ever could. I’m sorry, for what it’s worth. I guess I was just..” He turns his head and makes a faint sound of distaste deep in his throat. “I guess I wanted to hurt you, and hoped you would enjoy it. God, does that make me sound like a villain, wanting to do that to you, that’s disgusting. I’m disgusting for feeling like that. Love should be pink fluffy clouds and unicorns, not collars and pain.”

Aizawa snorts derisively and shakes his head again, “That’s not disgusting, that’s just sadism. It’s literally one fourth of the whole ‘BDSM’ acronym. When did you start thinking kinksters were villains?” He pulls his arms up a little higher, starting to work a slow massage into Toshi’s shoulders and neck, trying to get the older hero to relax a little. “I know you’re smarter than that. Tell me what’s actually bothering you.”

“I... guess I’m just hating this feeling, this darkness in my chest that makes me want to do these kinds of things to someone I love. What kind of hero can I possibly be to enjoy this kind of kink?” Toshi spits his words out bitterly, his eyes closed and head turned away, in no way relaxed by the massage. “I don’t know. I just shouldn't be into it. I'm a good person, I think I am, why would I ever wanna hurt someone else.”

His heart sinking a little at the old familiar tune of traditionalists, Shouta leans back far enough to gather Toshi in under his chin, pulling firmly at the taller hero’s shoulders and petting down those unruly blond spikes. “It's not mutually exclusive, sunflower.” He tips his head down to press a kiss between the droopy bangs, “Sometimes being a good person just hinges on reining in that desire, until you're with somebody who wants it too. That, and... abstaining from general destruction, mayhem, and world domination.” He rests his cheek against the other’s crown, letting out a soft chuckle, “It's understandable to want to let loose sometimes, especially when you spend the rest of your waking hours doing the opposite...” Shouta trails off and eventually falls silent, providing a firm and loving embrace until his partner comes to his senses.

The older man lets out a growling sigh, still closed in on himself, hands tightly clenching the abused pant legs. “I am literally the worst dom, needing comfort from my sub when I crash. I feel like I shouldn’t want to do this at all, especially to someone I love. Your sweaters shouldn’t be hiding whip marks.” He briefly lets go of his slacks to rake his blonde bangs out of his eyes with one hand, the only sign of nervousness he’s given other than totally avoiding eye contact.

Aizawa sighs softly and catches that hand in his own, bringing the fingers of his other hand up under Toshi’s chin, guiding him up into a soulgaze to read his expression more clearly, trying to assess his needs through the convoluted mask of words and indoctrination. “I’m not much for whipping, personally, I gave it a try or two back in the day, but now that I’m a pro? I already get enough of a beating out on the streets. Tell you what, though... What if we were to switch places for tonight, let me take command? That way I can tell you exactly what I want you to do...” He makes a swift, complex motion with his hand, trading his grasp around Toshi’s wrist in order to press his own wrist insistently into that larger palm, and bringing his other hand down to wrap the older man’s fingers into a guided restraint, leaving the implied suggestion unspoken between them.

Toshi tugs his hand away and glances at his partner out of the corner of his eye, just a flash of blue against black for a brief second. “We already had that night where you took the lead, I don’t want you to feel like you have to go through the hassle of another like it.” He replaces his hand on his pant leg, not wanting to touch, feeling like a distance has come between them somehow.

Taken aback, Shouta scoffs softly, “What hassle? Don’t say that like I didn’t enjoy it too. Like you didn’t just lead two and a half more times since then.” He laughs bleakly and shakes his head in disbelief, letting his hands sink to rest in his lap, knuckles pressed gently against Toshi’s lower abdomen, “It’s fine if you don’t want to, but at least give me some credit here.”

“O-oh,” the tall blonde blinks, taken aback, and finally turns to face his lover. “I’m sorry, you’re right, that’s...I wasn’t thinking of your needs.” He raises one hand and slowly strokes the side of Shouta’s face and down his throat. “I’d... I’d be willing to try that, if you’d like to.” He pulls the hand away and flexes it to ease the tension out of his joints before he leans forward a little and slides it up the middle of the smaller man’s back. “But I’d like to talk more about that... other arrangement sometime? If that's alright, I mean.” He finally unclenches his other hand from his dress slacks and reaches up to lightly press it against Shouta’s chest.

“Of course, sunflower~” Aizawa leans in to give a soft, tender kiss. His hands pull up to finish the task of undoing the buttons on the half-open white shirt, then to pull it open a little wider before he resumes that comforting contact of palms against the other hero’s chest.

The shaken hero lets out a slow breath with a sound like it's being dragged from his throat, and gradually relaxes more, his stiff posture relaxing back into his normal hunch. "I probably didn't need to dress this nice."

Shouta smiles a little and slips his hands further into the freshly-pressed shirt, fitting his palms over each of Toshi's shoulder blades to pull the taller man in closer against him. "Need? No, you never need to do anything for me. But it was a lovely surprise..." He takes a deep breath, nose pressed in against Yagi's neck to take in his warm scent, "And I believe you also promised dinner."

He finally wraps his arms around his lover's body slowly, dropping his head down on Shouta's shoulder. "I like surprising you. But yes, I kind of went all out for dinner... I was..." He coughs and looks away, the embarrassment an odd expression on his face as he fights down his feelings. "I... was going to feed it to you, afterwards."

"Mmm," the younger teacher practically purrs at the idea, "That could still happen, you know. Perhaps later." Shouta nudges and nips his way up Toshi's neck, eventually reaching one ear with a firm little nibble to the cartilage, fingertips dragging down over his back. "I hope you won't mind if I... relax tonight, and let you do all the work?"

"I... don't mind..." Toshinori lets out a little breath as his arms steal over Shouta's shoulders, while he tangles his fingers together behind his love's head. "But... you're gonna have to be rough on me, I kind of need that right now, to just keep moving. Is that ok?"

Aizawa pulls one hand free and trails it along the line of Toshi's jaw, swiping at his chin with the hook of a nail against skin. "Oh, I can keep you moving, all right. I can work you to the bone in my service, if that's what it takes..." He twists in place a little, plucking at the fitted sleeves of that button-down shirt to pull it out from under the suspenders, leaving the elastic straps against bared golden skin as he drapes the shirt over the back of the chair, and swaps it out for his scarf, gathered in loops around his arm. "Can you carry me to bed without boosting into your hero form?"

A slow breath escapes Toshi's lips as he nods, a slow blush creep up into his face from those words. "I... I want that very much. Push me until I break, I want that right now, so badly." He slides one arm behind Shouta's back and the other under his legs with not much effort, carrying him bridal style back to the bedroom.

"Very well... Then I'm going to set some rules for you tonight, do your best to mind them or there will be... consequences." Aizawa hooks his arm up around Toshi's neck, pulling in closer to playfully run his tongue along the scratch on his chin, swiping away the small trail of blood welling there. "I'll give you a chance to consider each rule, but once you agree, you're bound to it for the rest of the night, understand?"

Toshi sucks in a breath at the slight pain from the scratch, pausing in the middle of the hallway. "O-okay..." He breathes a little, his eyes widening. "What kind of rules?" He hesitates a little and finishes the short walk, so that he can set Shouta on the bed, leaning down over him.

Aizawa runs his fingernails up the hollow of Toshi's throat, digging in a little under his jaw before he can be set down entirely. "Rule one, don't lose contact with me unless I say otherwise. This means you'll want to gather all your supplies in one trip, or else you would have to leave my side to fetch whatever you forgot." He playfully loops a length of his scarf around Toshi's neck, tugging it in a commandeering gesture toward the dresser, "You'll find everything you need in the top and middle drawers, I think."

Toshi nods eagerly and pulls away, his hands sliding across Aizawa's body a little reluctantly to get a better grasp on his weight as the shorter man reaches out to help pull each drawer open. "Wuh," he begins, and swallows before trying again, "What would you like for us to grab? There's... a lot here..." His eyes sort through cat tails and ropes and gags as his face burns.

Leaning over Yagi's shoulder to refresh his memory of his own collection, Aizawa formulates a quick plan, and reaches with his free hand to gather a bottle of lube, two sets of handcuffs, a purple silk rope, the black silk handkerchief, and a suede-tipped toy riding crop. He glances up at Toshi with a devilish grin, "That should be enough, unless... anything else was catching your eye?" He nudges firmly against Yagi's jaw, "By the way, rule two... You're to address me with a term of respect. Whichever you feel appropriate."

With a sharp intake of breath, Toshi nods and breathes out, "Yes sir," as his eyes burn a brilliant blue. He turns back to the drawer and taps one finger thoughtfully against Shouta’s thigh before he reaches out with that arm still supporting his partner’s legs, and clumsily pulls out a doeskin flogger, a cockring, a ball gag, and a heavy metal collar that seems to match the metal handcuffs he’d worn the last time. Without a word, he shows off his prizes to Aizawa.

Eraserhead nods and adds the selections to the growing collection gathered in the crook of his body, and peruses the choices thoughtfully, eventually plucking the ball gag away to set it back in the drawer, which he pushes closed with his foot. "Another time, sunflower. Tonight, I need your mouth free." He gives another little tug to the reinforced scarf looped around Toshi's neck, guiding him back to the bed. "Rule three, when I say 'kiss' you are stop whatever you may have otherwise been doing, and meet my lips with yours until I pull away. Then resume as you were. Think you can handle that?"

The tall hero nods again enthusiastically, his breath coming a little faster as a wild look glows in his eyes, but he remains respectful to the rules despite that excitement, and murmurs out a quiet "Yes sir" again, turning back to the bed to set his partner down on it, his muscles quivering a little from the strain of holding him up so long. A little shiver creeps up his back as he stares up towards Aizawa longingly, starting to reach a deeper realization of just how badly he’d needed to be taken down a peg.

"Good..." Aizawa purrs softly as he's laid down on the comforter, and hooks his ankle in behind Yagi's knee to aid in maintaining that constant contact. He dumps the gathered supplies to his right side and takes a moment to arrange them within reach, then turns back to Toshi with a firm, even pull on the loop of scarf around his neck to pull him closer within reach as well. With a hungry sweep of his eyes over the bare chest of his lover, Aizawa reaches up to close the solid metal collar around his throat, testing the tightness with two fingers between warm skin and cold aluminum before he locks it shut and pulls the key free to drop into the nightstand drawer for safekeeping. "Rule Four, any marks or bindings I place upon your body are gifts, and you are to treat them as such, showing proper gratitude. Understand?" He runs his fingernails lightly over that flowering of scar tissue, and tilts his head slightly upwards with a finger pointing lazily at his own jaw, "Kiss."

Toshi nods and touches his fingers lightly to the collar, which weighs cold and heavy on his lean neck. "T-thank you for the collar, sir," he breathes, his deep baritone voice giving a little tremble, "Am I supposed to be quiet, or am I allowed to talk?" He keeps one hand splayed against Aizawa's back, quickly leaning down to kiss him hungrily when he's asked, sucking at his lover's tongue while he kisses hard, his teeth brushing against thin lips. His eyes slowly drifting shut, the blonde hero relaxes and tugs his lover's body closer as a dark lust unravels in his stomach.

Eraserhead hums happily against Toshinori's lips, taking a short break from the dominant role in order to enjoy the tenderness of the kiss. But soon enough, he pulls away with a little smile, one hand pressed against the larger man's chest. "Talk as much or as little as you like, so long as you're still listening. Otherwise... That should be enough rules for now, though I reserve the right to set more, should the need arise." He plucks playfully at the suspenders, letting them snap gently against the bare skin of the other hero's chest, "Review for me, I want to be sure you remember them all so far." Almost absentmindedly as he speaks, Aizawa reaches over to run his fingers across each of the goodies at his side, plucking up the flogger to toy with between both hands, running it through his fingers with a little flourish.

With a slow lick of his lips, the taller man watches the tassels slide through his lover's fingers for a moment before he answers. "Uhm, don't lose contact, kiss when you say kiss until you pull back, appreciate the gifts you give me and..." his breath hitches a little, "..call you with a term of respect." Toshi tilts his head a little, "You said four, that's all of them, right?" He slides the hand not on Aizawa's back all up and down his own chest and thighs, lightly brushing his fingers across his neck, before letting his hand come to rest on one bony hip.

Using the end of the flogger to gesture with, Aizawa counts off on his fingers as Yagi goes through each rule, finally curling all four around the doe-skin strands before sliding his grasp down the handle in a lewd gesture. "Very good, sunflower. You make for a quick study." He reaches up with the head of the flogger, gently nudging away that long-fingered hand from the other hero's hip. "You should strip. Let me see my prize all unwrapped~" Shouta reaches up with one hand to playfully unclasp the suspenders one at a time from the waistband of the dress slacks, letting the elastic snap up and over those bony shoulders to hang free in the back, and slides his feet out towards the taller man, offering some easier points of contact.

With a slow nod and a sudden blush at being called a prize, the blonde uses his free hand to unbutton the slacks, dragging down the fly but leaving them loosely hugging his hips for a moment. "A prize, huh..." he mutters, that free hand going to grasp one of Aizawa's feet as he kneels down to untie his shoes. For a minute he fights it, swearing softly, then he looks up at the foot he's grasping and suddenly gets an idea. Toshinori leans forward and presses his lips to the bottom of Aizawa's foot while he grasps his ankle, slowly kissing it so that he can let go and use both hands to untie the shiny dress shoes and strip off the closely fitted socks. He shifts to lean his forehead against the ball of Aizawa's foot, toes almost tangled in his hair, while he wriggles and shimmies out of his slacks and boxers, leaving them a heap on the floor.

Both of Aizawa's brows go shooting up at the kiss to his sole, the usually neutral mask wavering for a moment from the sheer surprise at the older man's gesture. "What a clever pet you are! Not above a little boot-licking to get the job done, are you?" The tone of the question hovers somewhere between rhetoric, observational, and suggestive, as Shouta leans back to sink in against the pillows with a pleased grin, keeping his leg hoisted and loose to follow Toshinori's movements and allow him a little larger range of motion. He reclines a little further and tucks his hands behind his head in the ultimate gesture of satisfied relaxation, the flogger still jutting out to one side in his grasp. As the subservient Symbol of Peace kneels before him, every detail of his scarred flesh laid bare but for that graceful neck, Shouta can't help but lick his lips at the sight. "You're making me hungry just looking at you, sunflower... Perhaps now would be a good time for that dinner you promised." Aizawa slowly trails his toes down and over the heavy collar to rest his arch against his partner's sternum, "I am temporarily lifting rule one. Go fetch the food." He gives a little push to Toshi's chest, and glances down to add playfully, "Be it rushing, or pausing to touch yourself, do what you must to keep this eager state until your return." He smirks devilishly, his eyes positively burning into Yagi's skin.

Toshinori nods wordlessly and darts off down the hallway towards the kitchen. When he makes it there he grabs onto the countertop while his heart thuds and his hands shake, his whole body flushed and trembling with excitement. He'd always wanted to do this, but no one was willing to let him be on the receiving end before. The Symbol of Peace, as a sub? Even hinting at it had made his partners laugh and blow it off, so he hadn't wanted to flat out ask before. But here he was, with Aizawa, and this time there was a collar around his neck... He gulps a few times and slides his hands up and down his naked body slowly, fingering the metal collar and wrapping one hand around his shaft to stroke it slowly for a few moments before letting go. He had a mission, and that was to fetch the dinner that was already ready and waiting to be served. The blonde hero easily grabs both plates at once, the ceramic warm from being in the oven, and burdened with expensive treats like lobster skewers and filets mignons and delicately simmered vegetables cut and shaped like flowers. He grabs two glasses of champagne from the fridge and makes his way back to the bedroom.

By the time Toshinori returns to the bedroom, Aizawa has set up quite the arrangement. At the foot of the bed, the purple silk rope is tied between the posters on either corner, secured firmly around the ridges of ornamentation to leave the ends dangling free, a good few feet of spare rope on each side. At the headboard, the process is repeated, with the carbon-fiber length of Eraserhead's scarf. Shouta himself rests near the middle of the bed, practically surrounded by pillows. The pillow to his right-hand side is arranged with their selection of toys: lube, cuffs, ring, blindfold, crop, flogger, and a string of black beads which he had grabbed as an afterthought. Another pillow lies beneath his folded knees, one more to his left, and the last one remains behind him, lying flat near the headboard. He reaches back to give it a beckoning pat, stretching to show off the line of his contour, now stripped of all clothing and practically glowing pale in the low light levels, broken only by the black stripe of his hair, draped over his right shoulder in a long, loose braid. "Come sit," he suggests, "And set the plates here, on the spare pillow. The drinks, we'd better keep to the nightstand."

"Oh, god," the taller hero breathes softly as he walks closer, his eyes dark and hungry and raking up and down his lover's body, "Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are? Your skin, your legs, your throat... just..." He shakes his head a little, running out of words, and sets the glasses on the nightstand with a soft click of glass, carefully propping the plates up on the pillow as directed. As he slides his hands out from under the plates he turns and runs his palms up and down Aizawa's body with a polarized touch, the warm dishes having heated up his left hand and forearm on the journey back, while the two chilled glasses had sapped the heat from his right. Toshinori slowly strokes and pets at his lover's body, thumbs swiping over nipples and across his collarbone, dipping down into his navel and across abs while he edges into bed with one eye on their dinner.

Aizawa smirks at the praise and nods slowly, watching Toshinori's every move as he approaches. "You may have... But it's expected for a good servant to adore his keeper. So I don't mind a bit of repetition." He leans languidly into the pampering touches, waiting for Yagi to settle in behind him before he lifts up from his knees to settle back into the taller man's lap, reclining back against his chest as he carefully props his feet up on the pillow he'd been kneeling on. The wide expanses of bare skin against skin are a welcome treat, and Shouta tips his head up to press a kiss to Toshi's chin. "Rule one is now reinstated, of course. But it should be much easier to abide by now." Reaching for the closest plate, he pulls it in into his lap to inventory the selection of delicacies. "My my, you really do live to serve..." He reaches over for the blindfold and ties it around his own eyes before laying his head back against Toshi's collarbone, hands splayed across his lover's long thighs in a gentle grip, leaving both of Yagi's hands free and easily able to reach the plate in his lap. "Describe for me each dish you've prepared, and let me taste them. Don't forget to feed yourself too, between bites. We can share one plate at a time."

"S-shouta, can we... can we pause just a moment? I'm not safewording out, I just..." Toshinori shakes his head for a minute as he wraps his arms around his lover, pressing his lips against the black hair. "I'm just a little overcome with emotion for a minute and need to cool down, then we can pick this back up." He reaches down and pushes that blindfold up, wanting to see those eyes and kiss those lips while his skin prickles, a sudden need to be comforted coiling in his stomach.

"Hmm? Of course, sunflower. Too much?" Shouta blinks a little as he's un-blinded, craning his head back and to the side a little to reach Toshi's lips, lifting both arms over his head to twine his fingers together against the back of Yagi's neck, gently pulling him in closer. "What kind of emotion?"

Toshi sighs a little, relaxing, and puts one hand on Shouta's chest to press their bodies closely together. "I don't know, it felt like you were cut off for a moment. Loneliness, even with you touching me. I don't think it was the blindfold... but maybe... let's try it again, and I'll see how I feel. Something about covering your eyes." He pauses to grope for words, trying to frame how he's feeling into a coherent thought. "I had wanted to blindfold you, but for you to do it so quickly and carelessly was a little... upsetting... I think. I keep thinking about bandages over your eyes."

Shouta frowns a little at the explanation, slipping one hand free from Toshi's hair to tug the silk from his head and set it back on the pillow to his right. "I'm okay if you are, love. No injuries here." He steals one of the carved carrots from the plate and pops it into his mouth before lifting the plate carefully in one hand, shifting to one knee in order to turn in place and settle back down into Yagi's lap, now with his legs crossed against his lover's behind. "Better?"

Toshi nods as a tight band loosens in his chest, and reaches up to run his thumb over the scar under Aizawa's right eye slowly, delicately. He stares at it for a few minutes, then leans in and gives his lover a tender kiss, rough hands cupping his face. "Okay, okay, I'm alright. Can I... can I put it on you this time?" He asks in a soft voice, lips brushing against his lover's as his hands gently stroke down that muscled neck.

Leaning into the tender touch, Shouta ducks his head briefly to press a kiss to Toshi's palm, then one more to his lips, attentive to the last. "You may," he purrs softly, tipping his head a little to look down his nose with a little smirk, getting back into the more bossy mindset, "So long as you don't forget rule two." He trails his fingers along the shell of Yagi's ear and gives a little pinch with his thumbnail, a small reprimand to snap the larger man back to attention.

The blonde gives a small yelp, but nods and picks up the blindfold again, worrying the knot free so that he can retie it around Aizawa's head, which he does with a slow movement. This time the covering of those eyes makes him a little giddy, and he nods to himself. "Yes sir... is that too tight?" Carefully he runs a finger under the edge, testing the press of it against skin. With his other hand he reaches for the plate and brings it between them, selecting one of those lobster skewers and lifting it towards his love's lips. "I have a bite for you here."

"That's perfect," Aizawa hums with a little smile, quickly nipping his head forward an inch to capture Toshi's fingertip between his teeth to suckle playfully at it for a moment, letting go only at the promise of something more substantial to taste instead. "Weren't you going to describe them to me? I want to know just how you slaved over a hot stove to please me tonight~" He trails off playfully, running his tongue over his parted lips as he awaits the offering. His hands, meanwhile, have teased their way along each of Yagi's ribs, carefully sliding a finger down each seam of that scar, with his wrists finally coming to rest atop his own thighs, palms still pressed gently to Toshi's flanks.

"It's... it's lobster tail on a skewer, basted with butter and lemon," He mumbles a bit, shy of his own abilities, but the scent wafting from the bite is heavenly, so instead of just pressing it to Aizawa's lips to watch him eat, he tugs a bite off with his teeth and presses his mouth over his lover's, smearing the butter between their mouths. He leans back and swiftly takes a few bites while Aizawa chews, and sets down the skewer, picking up one of the vegetables instead. "And this, this one's a carrot, braised in sweet vinegar sauce, and cut to look like a rose."

Thoroughly enjoying the combination of decadent treats, Aizawa slowly starts to knead his fingertips up Toshi's back as he eats, deliberately massaging away at each inch of skin and each muscle below. He chews each bite slowly as well, making sure to give the other man plenty of time to get his fill between portions, and taking pause to wipe the butter from each of their mouths with one finger, which he happily sucks clean. "Exquisite. Your work certainly paid off, sunflower. You'd make any partner glad to have you, but... I'll be keeping you all to myself." He slides his fingers up along Yagi's neck to find the ring dangling from the front of the thick metal collar, and he uses it to pull the taller man in close, grazing over his skin with the scruff of facial hair acting as whiskers until he finds a spot he likes - tucked up underneath that sharp jawline, in the shadow of Toshi’s throat. Shouta seals his lips against Yagi's warm skin and firmly gnaws and sucks a dark mark into it, eventually pulling away with a little growl of "Mine..."

"Aaa-ah..." Toshinori moans very softly as he leans into the bite, his fingers clutched at the edge of the plate separating their bodies. Slowly, he sets it aside, now empty of dinner except for some leftover sauce, and raises his hands to stroke across Aizawa's chest and ribs before coming to a rest on top of his forearms. "Yes, yours... always yours. T-thank you for.. the love bite." He pants a little, his eyes closed and head tilted back. "Are you still hungry, would you like for me to feed you some more..." Here he hesitates a little, and decides to give the word a try, to see how it feels in his mouth. "...Master?"

The new form of address hits Aizawa with a little shock, sending a twisted spark of desire down his spine, and causing his fingers to curl in eagerly at Toshi's sides with a firm roll of his hips down into the larger man's lap. "Oh, I'm still hungry, all right... But for more than just food, now. If there's not much left, let's polish it off and move on to dessert already." He wraps his left arm up under Toshi's shoulder, leaning in out of the way to let him reach the second plate. Stretching upward until his forehead tickles against that wiry hair, he murmurs softly in the general direction of Yagi's ear, "Have you had your fill yet, sunflower?" He leaves the question ambiguous enough to apply to either the food, or the scene at large, a subtle way of checking in.

"No...I'm still very hungry." To prove his words, he gives a wolfish bite into a piece of steak, his teeth flashing a little as he chews. Quickly, he divides the food between the two of them, butter splattering across their faces as he kisses with a bite in his mouth, their teeth crunching on vegetables and pulling apart the remainder of the lobster. Toshinori sets the second plate atop the first and slides both onto the nightstand, reaching for the champagne with one hand while he wipes both their mouths with the other. He quickly downs his share of champagne, and sets the empty glass aside before propping the other up to Aizawa's lips, tilting it very slightly. "Here, a little something to wash that down with."

Shouta's hands continue to rove across Yagi's skin during this whole time, acting as his main sensory input while his eyes are blocked. As the smaller hero's stomach starts to fill from the rich foods, he spends more time with his lips against Toshi's throat, face, chest, and shoulders, his legs pulling in tightly around his lover's waist until he's pressed in flush against the lean abdominals with a slow grind down into the lap beneath him. Hardly pausing to partake in the sparkling drink, he drains the glass quickly and cheeks the last few sips, speaking around the liquid to demand, "Kiss..." His chin juts forward slightly as he finally pulls one hand from Yagi's skin to indulge in wrapping around himself, unable to keep his excitement from overthrowing his self restraint for a moment.

Toshinori immediately dives forward for a rough kiss, one hand buried in Aizawa's hair as the other reaches to set the glass down on the nightstand with a quiet click. He nips at lips and laps at the roof of his lover's mouth, heated and crushing and powerful for a moment, his soft moans pouring straight into the mouth under his as he drinks the champagne right out of Aizawa's mouth. With his broad hands, he reaches back and roughly grips that muscled backside, using his strength to crush their hips together for a rough grind.

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Aizawa groans softly at the fingers squeezing his loose braid even looser, and retaliates with a hard grind against Toshi's stiff erection, a firm raking of nails across the surface of his scar, and a fiercer kiss against his jaw, shoving his tongue into that eager mouth until the last traces of champagne are drained away between them. Only then does he pull away, gasping for breath with his cheeks burning pink under the cool silk of the blindfold. "An eager, clever pupil like you..." panting softly around his words, Aizawa nips his way along Toshi's jaw once more, flicking his tongue to accentuate what he's fairly certain is the spot where he'd left a mark earlier, "Might just know the answer to this riddle... If you're one for ancient texts..." Taking in a deep, shuddering breath to calm himself, Shouta drapes his arms over both of Toshi's shoulders, "What name did the Kama Sutra give to the position we are currently sitting in? If you get it right, I have a new task for you..."

With a hiss and a twist, Toshinori arches a little away from the rough raking on his scar, those nails raising throbbing welts on his delicate skin. It hurt, but he chews his bottom lip to stay quiet as the dark-haired main squirms in his lap, and that alone is enough to make him ignore the pain. "The um..." he groans softly, his hips twitching, "...the Lotus? Is that right, sir?" He grips tightly to Aizawa's shoulder blades as the scratches begin to throb in time with his heartbeat, but it makes him strangely excited.

Almost immediately, Shouta splays his palm flat over where he'd scratched, a silent apology to try to soothe the pain away. "That's right," he murmurs softly, a little distracted as he nuzzles in against Toshi's jaw, resting his chin on the ledge formed by the cool metal collar. "My choice of flowers was not arbitrary, though slightly coincidental that we've ended up like this... And now, I have two follow-up questions for you. Choose one to answer, and your final task will be assigned accordingly." Tipping his head to the side slightly to nibble gently on Toshi's ear again, he runs his palms up and over the larger man's shoulder blades, hooking his fingers in for a bit of support as he grinds firmly into that lap for a moment or two, savoring the firm shaft shifting against his backside, before he releases his teeth to speak again. "What else do you remember from the Kama Sutra?" Pulling away only long enough to nudge back in on the other side, he growls softly into Yagi's other ear, "Alternatively... what shall we have for dessert?"

"H-honestly all I can think about is the flan waiting on us," The big man laughs with a little grin, his playfulness showing through the mood. He settles back down though and slowly slides his hands up his lover's back as he grinds his hips upward, wanting very badly to bury himself deep inside of Aizawa's body, but... he was the pet here, and he'd made his choice on what to answer. "Would you like for me to go get it?"

"Flan?" Aizawa tips his head curiously, "Is that another one of your American imports?" He rides out the eager grinding with a soft hum of amusement, echoing the sentiment with a playful push back down against each motion. "Anticipating the curriculum, I like that. Looks like somebody's going for extra credit~" He nips up playfully at Toshi's chin, straining to catch his lower lip for a brief kiss as he lifts both arms up to pull firmly around the taller man's neck. "Yes, sunflower, go get our dessert." He winds his legs just as tightly around Yagi's waist, very pointedly not suspending the first rule this time. He wonders, belatedly, whether either of them had closed the blinds out in the kitchen and living room recently, but can't recall paying them a spare thought when he'd walked in that evening.

Toshi grins and nods as he hoists up his smaller lover, padding back to the kitchen on bare feet. When he gets there, he sets Aizawa on a cold countertop before pulling his hands away for a moment. "Shouta... I need to back away for a second for YOUR safety. This treat need fire to finish it off." As a point he lifts up the small kitchen torch and sets it on the counter while he looks at Aizawa with raised eyebrows.

Shouta shivers as his skin comes into contact with the chilled surface, and his nails reflexively dig into Toshi's shoulders a little before the taller man pulls away. "Fire?!?" Overcome with curiosity, Aizawa reaches up to remove his blindfold, getting his bearings with a quick glance around before he spies the tool, "Where on earth did you get that." He glances down to pluck the knot free from the silk kerchief, then carefully folds it in half and spreads it out flat as a thin buffer between his bottom and the faux granite. "Are you sure you didn't mean flambé?" Leaning to one side to peer over Toshi's shoulder, Shouta sighs softly in relief at the sight of the kitchen window fully covered with the vinyl blinds, thankful he wouldn't have to face his neighbors after they'd gotten an eyeful of his naked boyfriend.

"Heh, I brought it with me. But, rule one?" Toshi cocks his head a little, eyebrows still raised. "Not that I'd like to give you a chance to use that flogger, but... maybe I would. Would you be a delicate hand or a rough one, I wonder?" He laughs a little, a gleam showing in his eyes. He grasps the small metal canister in one hand as he rests the other on Shouta's thigh, waiting like a good pet to be released.

"Very well." Aizawa nods and lets his legs drop free, dangling to bounce his heels playfully against the cupboard. "And don't think I haven't been counting how many times you've been breaking rule two. There will be consequences." He folds his arms across his chest, half as a menacing gesture and half to keep himself from shivering any more in the absence of Toshinori's warm body pressed against him.

Toshi's nose wrinkles a little as he grins broadly, a positively devilish look in his eyes, but he doesn't answer as he turns to the oven to pull out their dessert. He dons an oven mitt and up-ends the small dishes onto their own separate plates, the delicate golden pudding topped with a crusty caramelized sugar. He takes the long torch light and with a few clicks, starts a fierce blue flame from the small canister’s nozzle, swiftly running it over the caramelization until it runs down the sides of each dessert before he caps the flame. As a final touch, he arranges a couple of sugared flowers on each, scoops up each plate and turns with a flourish. "Tada! Dessert. What do you think?" He sets his dish on the counter as he hops up beside his lover, plate and spoon in his hands. Toshi carefully cuts a small bite with a crackle of sugar and leans close, "Here, give this a try."

Scooting in close against Toshi's side, Shouta leans in to nibble from the offered spoon, pleasantly surprised by the texture of the strange dessert. He gives it a minute to melt in his mouth, swallows, and turns to peer up at Yagi through narrowed eyes. "I think you've been holding out on me again... When did you find the time to learn how to cook like this?" The smaller hero runs his fingernails slowly up his partner's leg as they relax together, playfully going against the grain from knee to groin, slipping around his back in a snug hold at the last minute as he nudges in for another bite.

The big man patiently feeds his smaller lover, taking a small bite here and there. "When... when I was recovering, after I got my injury. I had plenty of time on my hands in between the reconstruction surgeries. I couldn't transform, I couldn't fight, they wouldn't even let me help on police work, nothing. It was a hard comedown for a man used to working day-in and day-out on hero work. Chiyo suggested I pick up a hobby, so I went with cooking! Mostly because it was hard to find things I could still eat, also because I enjoyed it." Toshi sets aside the first empty plate and picks up the second dessert, going back to feeding them both. "They had to ship me around a lot for the different stages of reconstruction; different locations knew different things. While I was in each area, I'd talk to chefs and cooks and whoever I could, learning local recipes. Flan is my most favorite dessert of all. It's easy to make, too!" He grins and takes a large bite, crunching on the sugar a little.

"Ohhh yes, you'll definitely be making this again in the future." Aizawa helps with a few more bites of the second serving, but eventually ducks out, leaning heavily against Toshinori's scarred left side with a gentle squeeze to let him finish off the treat. Falling silent for a bit, Shouta idly runs his tongue over his teeth to melt away the sugar packed into his molars, his mind cycling through and processing the information about what must have been a very difficult and depressive period in the older hero's life. Glancing back up to meet Yagi's eyes, he twists a little to face more toward his lover, and reaches with his left hand to gently press his palm over the other's heart. "Thank you. For surviving."

Toshinori pauses with his spoon in his mouth at those words, and leans down to press sticky lips against Shouta's temple silently. For a moment he stays like that, still and calm, but then he deliberately moves away to put both dishes in the sink and to wash his sticky hands. "So, did I please you with dessert?" He asks coyly, that half-smile back on his face.

Shouta has to shake himself a little to get back into the right mindset, waiting for the makeshift chef to finish with the dishes and return to his side. "You did," he concedes, reaching up to wrap his arms back around those surprisingly strong shoulders, "But... not enough to escape your punishment. You're due for nine lashes, by my count. We'd best get them over with, hadn't we, sunflower?" Pulling in a little closer with a slight scraping of nails over Toshi's back, he eagerly hooks his legs back up around those bony hips again.

WIth a soft kiss to Shouta's throat, Toshi hikes him back up and carries him back to the bedroom, eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Oh I think I probably deserve a few more, for moving away when I didn't have permission." He laughs with a little growl and dumps Aizawa on the bed, pressing his body down on the mattress to grind on top of him, a more dominant streak showing through his personality.

Aizawa tips his head benignly as he's carried backward, "I was writing that off on account of the flan, but we'll see." He growls playfully at the firm grinding between his legs, returning it reflexively with a roll of his hips to meet against the insistent prods at his backside, before he seems to realize himself again with a little shake of his head. Without another word, he pulls one arm free from around Toshi's shoulders and hooks his fingers into the metal collar around the giant's neck in an underhanded grip, digging his thumb in sharply against the dark purple bite mark he can now clearly see under his lover's jawline. Using the two pressure points to tug and hold Yagi's head in place, he reaches with his left hand to grab one set of cuffs, and slaps one onto the larger man's right wrist. Finally, making a grab for the loose end of his scarf hanging from the nearest corner, he flares his quirk up to full power, eyes gleaming red and braid drifting off his back. He yanks the fiber binding to life until the other loose end slips into the empty cuff dangling from Toshinori's wrist, and draws tight to double back on itself and tie neatly to the opposite poster.

Toshinori yelps in surprise, first at the pain in his throat, and then at the sudden binding of his wrist as he's yanked forward, completely taken off guard for the moment. He hisses a little, unable to keep from squirming, but that thumb digs into his throat and he stills his body as he winces a little. "Ah... I'm sorry, I was out of line... sir." He raises his free hand halfway to the collar before letting it drop, seemingly having forgotten for a moment that he was supposed to be the sub in this scene.

Maintaining that intense, overpowering eye contact, Shouta only blinks to release the suppression once the apology is complete, letting his fingers go slack simultaneously to let Toshinori's head hang free. Moving on to copy the tie on Yagi's left side with the other pair of cuffs, he murmurs gently, "Don't forget, sunflower, this is for your own good. You know what to do if you need to." He flashes a quick glance at his lover to make sure the reminder sinks in, then turns his attention back to his work, shuffling between each cuff and poster to make sure the four bindings are secure, but not cutting off the circulation to the older hero's wrists. "Comfy? Now..." He reaches in for the little stockpile under his captive's outstretched left arm, grabbing the doe-skin toy to run it between his fingers again as he settles back into a sitting kneel atop the pillow closest to the headboard. "I may be a strict taskmaster, but I am not a cruel one. You'll be receiving nine lashes, but... I'll allow you to choose where they go." He carefully reaches with the head of the flogger, running it slowly up Yagi's front, from groin to chin.

"Ah, uhm..." The taller hero thinks furiously for a moment, his hands tugging a bit at the cuffs as he shifts slowly. "My back... my ass, and my thighs, please... sir." Toshi says a little tentatively as the skin on his back prickles and bunches in anticipation as he twists a bit to keep his eyes on Aizawa, his pupils wide and dark. Just talking about the lashes makes him tremble a little, his shaft bobbing excitedly between his legs when he shifts.

"Quaint," Shouta smirks a little, rising from his heels to press in close against Yagi's body on his way to the foot of the bed, giving a little left-handed tease around that flushed member before he pulls away, navigating the bedspread with the fluid grace of a russian folk dancer, keeping his left hand in contact the whole way. Soon enough he kneels back again, this time with his knees against Toshinori's toes, keeping enough distance between them to be able to get a decent amount of leverage in each swing, yet still not causing Rule 1 to be broken. "I'll ask you to count for me," he speaks up from behind, starting off with a quick snap of soft leather against one pert buttock.

"Ah, one, but that felt a little light," the faint disapproval in Toshi's voice is easy to be heard. He decides that not looking at the flogger is a better option than craning to see it swishing through the air. Instead he faces forward and shuts his eyes so that he can better concentrate on the sensation of the tassels meeting his skin. Idly he shifts, rocking on his knees, his slapped buttock barely turning pink.

"Light, hmm? I suppose you do usually get quite the beating from most villains." Aizawa lashes out suddenly, twice in succession, cracking the leather against each glute, hard enough to dig into the muscle a little. "The extra was for forgetting rule two again just now. Mind your manners, sunflower." He leans forward and reaches up to gently hook a finger into the back of the metal collar, giving a little tug to nudge it against Toshi's trachea as he whacks another strike into the small of his back.

The blonde's back goes ramrod straight as his whole body tenses under the first two lashes, muscles giving a little quiver. "Oh," he gasps very quietly as the third lash falls, suddenly tossing his head back as endorphins flood his body from the stinging pain, the sensation like hot prickling fireworks rolling through his scarred frame. It felt like... like... like fighting evil in his hero form, like hot kisses and heavy sex with Shouta, like nothing he could quite put into words. Toshinori knows sounds are coming out of his mouth but for a moment all he could hear was blood pounding in his ears. "Oh god, Shouta, just like that, do it again, that was perfect, ohhhmygod, please do it again."

Aizawa sighs and plants his hands on his hips with a little tut and a slow shake of his head, though the gesture is mostly lost on the backside of the restrained hero. Springing back to life with a low growl, he adds another two swats in quick succession, over each of Toshinori's shoulder blades, "Please do it again, What." He sits back on his heels again for a moment, trailing his nails over Yagi's calves as he watches the faint red welts raise over those shoulders.

Toshinori arches his head back with a teeth-baring gasp as his hands yank against the cuffs, metal digging into his skin as the bed posters creak under the strain of holding him. "Aaahh! Please hit me again, sir!" he manages to grind out, the shock of being hit again knocking him a little breathless for a moment, those sparks of pleasure rocketing straight to his groin and pooling there as little beads of precum drip and splatter on the grey comforter below. His fair skin starts to raise in red welts, burning bright red and hot across his backside and shoulders as he groans and shifts against the sting.

"That's better," Aizawa mutters softly, and he finally releases the pressure from his grip on the collar, letting the poor pet rest his neck. Trailing his hand down Toshi's spine, Shouta braces some of his weight against it as he reaches around with his right hand, the handle of the flogger still woven between outer and middle fingers, as he curls his digits around that leaking shaft with a firm squeeze and pull. "You're doing so well, sunflower, all except for one thing..." He murmurs softly from somewhere behind Toshi's right shoulder, twisting his wrist tortuously before he pulls his hand back, "You stopped keeping count." Pulling back entirely to his knees again, he winds up and delivers a hard blow to the previously-untouched cheek, sending the leather whipping across the skin with a loud crack.

The tall blonde yelps loudly as the leather bites into his skin, welts immediately raising and splitting a little, his hands yanking hard on the handcuffs as he flinches. He whimpers lowly in his throat for a moment, trembling, before he manages to grind out his safeword between clenched teeth. "Ah... s-sunflower," Toshi almost sobs quietly, that last blow being too high on his pain tolerance level for him to hold back. A couple drops of blood well up on his backside and streak down his reddened skin.

Fingers trembling as they unclench, Aizawa drops the flogger to one side and immediately doubles over to grasp tightly at his partner's ankles, halfway afraid to touch the more abused skin. "I'm here, Toshi. I love you. I can go get some ice and the first aid kit, or untie you, or just hold you for a while." Ducking in under the taller man's arm to get back to where he can see his face, Aizawa reaches to cup one palm against Toshi's cheek, ready to grab the keys if necessary. "What do you need?"

Toshinori turns his head to press it into that palm as he trembles, his eyes closed and breath coming in little gasps. "A-a cold washcloth would be fine," He eventually manages to answer, shifting forward so that the tension is released from his arms. Slowly, he leans down on his elbows and lays all the way down, facedown, both arms still stretched over his head while he quivers, little whimpers muffled by the sheets.

"Sure thing," Aizawa murmurs, turning to go, until the shaky movements catch his eye, and he turns back. Without a word, he reaches to offer a firm arm of support beneath each of Toshinori's shoulders, helping to lower him down to the pillows before he twists back to pull the ties loose from each end of the scarf, letting them fall slack without unlocking the cuffs. "I'll be right back." He leans in far enough to press a firm kiss to the top of Yagi's head, then slides his way out of bed and scurries to the kitchen, returning after a minute with a washcloth in either hand. The wet one he swipes gingerly across the laceration, and leaves it there to soak for a minute. The dry one, he presses against each pink welt in turn, letting the ice pack tucked within start to sap away some of the swelling. "Sorry about that," Shouta sighs softly, settling in against Toshi's ribs, "I've never... I still have a lot to learn. I could give Recovery Girl a call, see if she'd do a house call?"

A loud yelp is heard when Aizawa presses against the washcloth against the cut. After a moment, Toshi slowly raises his head to reply, "No I'd rather not have to listen to her say ‘Mr. Yagi you ought to be a~sha~med’ in her squeaky voice. It's not deep, just....." He shrugs a shoulder and smiles some as the heat flares up in the other welts on his body. "It's ok, it's ok, you were doing really good until you got too excited! It was... really really good for me." With one hand the tall blonde reaches down and touches his lover's leg reassuringly. "It was good. I'm okay if you want to continue, but maybe not with the flogger right now. Maybe later."

Reaching over to gently lay his palm over the wet cloth, Shouta carefully peels it away to let the skin breathe, wincing anew at the sight of the damage he'd done. He hands off both bundles and sets them on the empty plates on the night stand, then scoots his way up to the headboard, settling in on a pillow as he gently tugs on Toshi's collar and shoulder, pulling the larger man's head into his lap to stroke at that golden hair with a soft sigh. "There's nothing for you to be ashamed of here. Me, on the other hand... I don't feel comfortable going rough on you like that again tonight, not until I've had a chance to practice. Maybe get a ham or a cadaver or something, and test the limits for a while, get some muscle memory built up..." He glances over at the discarded tool with a little curl of his lip, "And maybe a new flogger, too. That one was just a cheap toy."

"A cadaver... haha oh boy, good luck explaining THAT to Naomasa," Toshi laughs a bit and nuzzles his face against the thigh under it, edging his way up to Aizawa's lap. He leans in and gives his lover's soft cock a slow lick. "You know, that was really good. Really really good. I probably could have cum from just the um... the whipping." He looks up with a slow superheated grin and licks again. "I'm still collared here, still your pet for tonight. Did you have something else you wanted to play with?"

Aizawa chuckles a little at the thought of asking the straight-laced detective to let him practice for their sex dungeon, but the sound hitches in his throat as that playful tongue catches him by surprise, and he glances down to meet Toshi's shadowed eyes. "Really, you liked it that much? Hmm..." Still stroking over his lover's head, he slowly unfolds his legs and slides them up under the other's arms, then carefully props his knees up to slowly pull Yagi in closer against him, his fingers trailing down the nape of the older hero's neck until they run across the thick collar and curl into a grip around it. "I was going to take your ass for my own, but... now that would probably just exacerbate it." Letting his thighs fall suggestively apart by a few inches, he slides his grip around the circumference of the aluminum, pushing his thumb back up against that purple bite mark with a tender pressure. "Why, were you in the mood for something, pet?"

Toshi groans a little in wordless frustration. "Can you... press on where you smacked me? Not... the cut one, but any other place." He leans down and nuzzles his lover's cock, tongue flickering across the semi-hard flesh until it firms up under his mouth. "We have aaall these toys, and haven't used any of them. God I wish you still wanted to fuck me, just, deep and hard." The lanky blonde groans again and slides a hand between his own legs, his fingers sliding through thick gold curls and stroking at his cock with an open palm, his hips rocking a little as he tongues at the stiff shaft under his mouth.

Reaching to his right to make a grab for the riding crop, Aizawa carefully runs its tip up Yagi's arm and over his shoulder, digging a little pressure into each welt in turn before he slides the suede down that scarred chest, gently nudging away the large hand from his prize, then using the tip of the crop to slip into the loose cuff dangling from Toshi's wrist and draw it up to the headboard. "Oh, I definitely still want to, sunflower. But as you've pointed out... We still have a few options." He glances back over at the stash, which has been depleted down to just the lube, the silver cock ring, and the string of obsidian beads. He sinks the fingers of his free hand into Toshi's hair to hold his head still, feet propped against the mattress to slowly roll his hips up into that teasing mouth a few times before he tugs at the hero's scalp, pulling him back before they get too distracted. "Why don't you be a good pet and ...present for me?" He makes a little swirling gesture with his finger, pulling his legs free to give the taller man room to move.

With a quick nod the taller hero slowly turns around, wincing a little at the press of the crop, but the pressure is just enough to get him excited again. He lifts one long leg and sets his knee down on the outside of Aizawa’s outer thigh, repeating the process with the first leg. He can't help but shiver in the position, feeling completely exposed to his lover's gaze and hands and wants. The tall blonde shifts to lay his head down on crossed forearms, which has the effect of hiking his ass higher in the air.

"There's a good boy..." Aizawa purrs as he watches the careful placement of Toshi's legs, deliberately keeping in contact with his own, until that lovely sight is laid before him. The little red gash on the left side is enough to cause another flinch when he catches sight of it again, and Shouta leans far to the side to go digging through his nightstand drawer, pulling out a leftover roll of gauze and medical tape, still stashed there from when he'd been covered head to toe in the stuff. He carefully rips a chunk off, and with tender finger tips, tries his best to patch up the injury he'd inflicted, hoping it will help at least a little. He sighs and shuts the rest back into the drawer, then takes up the crop again, slowly running its soft tip over the three other welts easily visible from this vantage point, before he delicately runs it down the surface of the low-hanging fruit, giving the lightest of taps to Yagi's tip. "You've been so cooperative for me, so obedient, I'd like to give you another gift... if it'll fit. If not, we have... a backup~" He smirks to himself and shifts to fold his legs back underneath himself, leaning forward to lightly slide his nails up Toshi's back until he's pressed in flush against that inviting rear end, bending in close to growl a soft command, "But first... do you see those purple ropes to either side of you? Choose one or both to tie to the ring on your collar." He grinds in slowly against his lover's body, rutting in greedy strokes along the cleft of his cheeks as a playful distraction.

Toshi jumps a bit as he feels the touch on the cut, freezing in place before relaxing as his lover's hands pull away. "Shouta, it's not that deep. Just a nick. I'm okay." He tilts his head a bit to the side and gently kisses along the sole of one of Aizawa's feet, tongue lightly flickering at his big toe, before turning the other way to do the same to the other foot, stiffening as his breath hitches when the crop brushes against his sensitive cock. He tenderly strokes both ankles with his large hands, then looks up and grabs both ends of the rope to drag it to him, tying first one and then the other in a firm knot around the ring hanging from the collar. "You know, if I pull on these too much, you'll have to cut them off," the blonde jokes a little as he works at tying the knots, but his words die off as he feels Aizawa shift to grind against his ass, his hands pressing on those red welts and giving him a shiver up his back. He twists a bit to slide his palms slowly up the outside edge of the shorter man's legs as a little croon works out of his throat.

"Then don't," Aizawa growls a little more harshly, shoving his hips harder against Yagi's for emphasis, "Forgetting your rules so easily, are you? Maybe you don't deserve another gift after all..." He lightly rakes his nails back down the length of Toshi's spine, reaching over for the bottle of lube and the silver ring. Sitting back on his heels again, he reaches between his partner's legs to curl his fingers around that stiff length, gently tugging it back towards himself to get a better look in the dim light. With his other hand, he flips the small bottle to dab a bit of lube into his palm, then drops the bottle and swaps it out for the ring, coating the metallic surface before pressing it to the flushed head in his palm. He sighs and gives a little shake of his head, "I knew I should have saved up for the adjustable one..." He slides the ring on over his own shaft instead, and reaches for the beads.

"Ah... sorry sir," Toshi sighs into the sheets, his forehead presses against his forearm, "I'm having a little trouble relaxing, I suppose. Too much time putting myself in a leadership position, not enough trusting other people to pick up what I put down." He lets out a little moan at the hand on his shaft and the cool touch of the ring, but then sighs and stops holding his breath when it moves away. "I've... never tried beads before....? And I'll be good, and try to not pull on the rope so you don't have to ruin it." He lets out another sigh, directed at himself.

Shouta hums and runs his palms down Toshi's flanks, resting them to either side of those bony hips, thumbs stroking slowly over his bottom. "Trouble relaxing, pet? Equestrians and falconers use blinders and hoods to keep their charges calm, perhaps it would work for you too." He glances around the mattress top, then over the side to check the floor, before he remembers the last time he'd seen the blindfold. "Ah. Speaking of not picking up what was put down... I may have to run to the kitchen. Would it be worthwhile to you, or would you rather continue without?"

Toshi laughs and tilts his head back some to reply, "I'm in your hands, Shouta. If you think I need one, then yes, and if you think I should manage without, then..." He gives a little shrug here, trailing off. He shifts to raise up on his hands and knees, carefully sitting on his rear with a little hiss at the sting, knees primly tucked under his body and the ropes still dangling between collar and bedposts. "Whatever you want to do with me, sir."

With a wistful sigh at the loss of that glorious presentation, Aizawa reaches up to give a firm squeeze to Toshi's shoulder, his thumb digging into the welt there. "I like having all my toys within reach, you know, that's why I made rule one." He stretches up with a little tug to that shoulder, nipping playfully at his lover's ear again before he pulls away. "I'll be right back. You're to stay in place until I return, understand?" He slides off the bed and starts to go, his eyes drinking in Yagi's form the whole way until he's struck with an idea. Ducking back under the rope pulled taut between the two bed posters, he kneels on the little bench at the foot of the bed and reaches for Toshinori's arms. Without another word, he promptly fastens the empty cuffs hanging from each wrist to the corresponding rope tethered to the collar, tipping his head with an artful gaze as he plays with the tension of the rope and the glide of velvet-lined metal across firmly-woven silk. Then, with a satisfied nod, he gathers both ropes in one hand and uses them to pull Yagi in closer for another kiss before he darts off to the kitchen.

The tall blonde sucks in a breath and quivers as that thumb digs in, then nods at Shouta's words. "I'm not going far, that I can promise you!" He laughs a little before kissing back, his teeth and tongue greedily working against his lover's lips as an excited breath puffs out of his lung, hot and eager. Tamely, he lets Shouta bind up his arms, snapping shut the metal cuffs around the silk ropes before sauntering off. Toshi waits a moment, then explores the range of his arm movement, giving a soft frustrated growl as he can't even reach far enough to stroke himself while his lover is gone. He can only barely brush at the tip of his cock with his fingers, and the touch is too teasing to be of any real relief. He lifts his hips a little, getting slowly more desperate as he waits for Shouta to come back.

Aizawa returns soon enough, triumphantly brandishing the silk kerchief in one hand, and draws near to the end of the bed again, kneeling once more on the little bench as he ducks in between those suspended arms to press his body flush against his partner's with a little smirk, replacing the glancing touch of restrained fingers with the full-on friction of his abs sandwiching Yagi's eager shaft between them. "There's a good pet," he croons softly, reaching up with one hand to caress Toshi's cheek and bite-riddled ear, "You've been remarkably patient." Shouta's other hand mirrors the gentle touch, slowly enough not to alarm the older hero with the flash of black in his peripheral vision. "Just like the last time you were here, you'll be relinquishing control and trusting me to take care of you, understand?" He reverently pulls the blindfold back over those sunken eyes, tying it snugly in the back. "Rules one and three are suspended while you're blinded, replaced with rule five: Do not change your positioning unless I tell you to do so. If you're uncomfortable, ask for permission to move." He slides his arms back to drape over Toshi's shoulders, pressing in closer as he knees up to the mattress, grinding in slowly against his partner's hips as he steals a slow kiss.

Toshi groans very softly into the kiss as he thrusts his shaft eagerly against his partner's stomach. "Shouta...I always trust you to take care of me...always." He closes his eyes to meekly accept being blindfolded, his whole body quivering a little in anticipation. He slightly twists his hands to grab at the ropes, just for SOMETHING to hold on to while he stays in place and kisses back, nipping and panting a little in excitement. "I really like ...when you blindfold me. It makes me focus on your touch, your scent, the way you taste..." Toshi moans into the kiss and thrusts his hips upward very slightly, his skin prickling a little as he waits impatiently to be touched.

Slipping his hands back and under the suspended arms of his captive partner, Shouta drags his palms down Yagi's back and carefully over the quick gauze patch to squeeze with both hands at his rear, pulling the taller hero in firmly against his front for more friction. After a moment teasing his tongue along each of those perfect teeth, he gently pulls away, pressing one more kiss to Toshi's forehead, just above the black silk band across his brows. "I'm glad you're enjoying this," Aizawa murmurs gently, his lips still grazing lightly against Yagi's skin, "But you should take care not to forget your manners, sunflower." He gives a sharp pinch to the un-bandaged cheek, his fingers harsh for a moment against the faint welt there before he lets go and crawls gracelessly around to Toshi's back-side, kneeling once more between his feet as he pools another little puddle of lube into one palm, rubs it between his hands to warm it, and runs the string of heavy beads through the liquid. Then he reaches around to wrap one slick hand around the straining shaft he'd left behind, and uses the other to carefully press the first bead between Yagi's cheeks, pushing the small marble against his entrance in a steady circular pressure until it slips inside. "There's one of eight. Thoughts so far?"

With a little yelp, the taller hero stiffens at the pinch and sucks in a breath sharply. "I'm sorry sir, thank you for blindfolding me." Toshinori gasps as he trembles in place, his shaft throbbing a little from the sudden sharp dart of lust sliding down his backbone and into his groin as he feels one of those beads work into his body, a soft sound working up out of his throat. "One... of eight?" He chews his lip thoughtfully for a minute, hands tightening on the ropes. "Um... it's an odd feeling, not good or bad, just there? I've never used beads before..." His deep voice betrays a little of his uncertainty, but he stays utterly still in compliance with the new rule Shouta had imposed on him, the skin on his back prickling a bit with goosebumps.

"That's better," Aizawa purrs softly, the pleased little smile almost evident in his voice. He stretches upward to press a rewarding kiss to one tanned shoulder, his fingers twisting in a teasing tug up Yagi's length and back down again, pulling the thin skin along in his grasp to start a tortuously slow pace. His other hand, meanwhile, is busy with the next bead, rolling and pushing it slowly against that tight ring of muscle until it, too, slips into Toshi's body, shoving the first one a little deeper on the way. "You'd mentioned, yes. You may or may not have noticed, each of these is slightly larger than the last. Let me know if it gets to be too much, and we can back out by one."

Toshinori gasps and trembles as he forces himself to stay still and not thrust into that teasing hand while the second bead slips into his hole. "I've... I'd definitely noticed, but they're not that big yet," he breathes a little between his teeth as he bites on his lip to hold back the groans that are trying to work their way out of his chest, the muscles in his legs trembling a bit while he fights to stay still. Little beads of sweat well up and creep down his back as he quivers eagerly, his hands slipping on the ropes just a little as it slicks up under his palms from the moisture.

"Good, good..." Shouta sighs softly and lets his eyes fall closed, pressing his lips against the warmth of Yagi's skin as he grinds absentmindedly against the side of taller man's thigh, indulging himself in a little friction as his hands work at both front and back of the captive hero in his grasp. His focus hones in a little more intently on the two tasks, propping the next bead against his thumb with the string twined around his fingers, pushing it slowly into Yagi until it pops into place, and taking care to sync the movement with a slow, firm squeeze down over the flushed, leaking head in his other palm. He repeats the paired gesture once more, the next bead now slightly bigger than the tip of his thumb as he presses it in a teasing, bobbing motion once or twice before sinking it in the rest of the way. Pulling his left hand free for a moment, he splays his palm over the older teacher's backside, his fingertips squeezing gently into the cheek as he reaches with his other hand to fold it over Yagi's, tugging on the rope to guide him into a sideways lean to face inward for a brief, comforting kiss. "There, that's half... try moving your hips around a little, see how it feels when they shift around inside you, and tell me whether you want more."

Toshi groans very softly at that teasing touch, his hips rising a little off the bed until Shouta pulls him in for a soft kiss. As he kisses back, the taller hero shifts then breaks into a grin. "Shouta, I'm still not a hundred percent on what these are supposed to accomplish? It feels a little strange, kind of..heavy, but honestly your hand feels nicer." He laughs and loops his extended arm up and over the rope to rest it from being tensed while he shifts to ease the cramps in his legs a little. "It feels fine when you put them in but unless they're bigger than you, I'm still kind of unsure about them?" He shrugs some and uses the hand closer to his face comb back some of his sweat damp hair.

Aizawa picks up the pace a little, quickening his strokes along the heavy shaft in his palm, leaving only a few between each new bead he shoves into Toshinori, no longer teasing or taking his time to test the waters. The next two join the rest with little to no resistance, until the seventh one, roughly the same girth as his own erection, runs up against the tight, flushed pucker. Shouta reaches once more for the bottle of lube, explaining briefly, "For now, they're just placeholders. The fun part is taking them out." He liberally applies another slick coating to that seventh bead before shoving it into the warmth of Yagi's body, leaving only the last bead resting between his cheeks as a firm, insistent suggestion. Starting to notice the restless shifting and stretching, Shouta sets the bottle aside once more, then uses both hands along Toshi's body and the two silk ropes, helping to turn the collar around his throat, cross his cuffed arms across his chest, and guide him into a new position. "Here, turn and lie on your back for me." He grabs two pillows, propping one under the blind hero's head, and the other up under his abused behind, before he gathers the ends of his scarf again to wind them in a loose bind around each of Yagi's ankles.

Toshi does as he's asked, his head tilted slightly as he follows the sound of Shouta's voice blindly. "Place... holders?" His voice is a little more breathless. "That..ah that last one, was a little big, seemed about as big as you are. You said eight beads right? I only felt you put in s-seven..." his voice stutters a bit as he counts and realizes there's one more. The pressure inside of him from the beads feels strange and shifting as he moves, alternately pressing against his tender nerves and shifting away slowly. Toshi groans a little, surprised by the new sensations that are just enough to frustrate him. His long legs shift restlessly against the carbon reinforced cloth, making it creak and squeal softly.

"Oh sure, now he remembers to keep count," Eraserhead chuckles wryly with a playful swipe of his thumb across the last bead, pulling his hand away to leave it in place as a teaser, the cool polished surface rubbing and sliding against hot skin on either side, and the pillow beneath. Giving one last check to each of the bindings to make sure they're secure but not too tight, and that each of those long legs has enough room to flex and prop up a little, Shouta finally indulges in a bit of a more selfish position, straddling Toshinori's hips and lower abdomen as he reaches for the bottle of lube once more. Both hands working busily in tandem once more, Aizawa simultaneously re-wets the sensitive shaft behind him while pushing a few fingers in to stretch himself open once more, all too eager to repeat the ride he'd taken the last time they'd been in this bed together- hopefully with less coughing up blood this time. "You holding up, sunflower?"

The tall blonde shifts slowly back and forth, the teasing brush of the beads inside of his body barely giving him any kind of satisfaction at all. Instead they slowly grind against his temper and by the time Shouta straddles his waist, Toshinori in groaning and cursing softly. "These..beads, it's not enough," he growls softly and tosses his head back against the pillow, the ropes, chains and cloth creaking and shifting as he strains a little against his bonds. Little sparks of pleasure dance down his spine every time he shifts and he repeats the motion restlessly as he chews his lower lip.

A little frustrated at the lack of an answer to his question, and the grinding and bucking beneath him, Shouta growls softly and shifts to carefully place a knee against Toshi's solar plexus, leaning a little weight onto it to pin the larger man to the mattress. "They're not meant to be enough. Now either hush or mind your manners, and hold still." He accentuates the command with a firm squeeze around Yagi's base, sliding his tight grip upwards to the head as he pulls his leg back to the comforter once more. Slipping his other hand free, he tilts his hips up and leans back to replace his fingers with the firm head in his grasp, pressing back against it with a soft groan and an internal push to urge his body to yield to the welcome intrusion.

The bigger hero bites his lower lip hard enough to make it bleed as Shouta works down his length, bracing his feet on the bed and thrusting his hips upward with a slight arch of his back as a low heat builds in his groin. Toshi tosses his head back against the pillow as he gasps, caught between the teasing beads and his lover's tight heat, only the fact that he's completely captured keeping him from jerking off the bed entirely as Shouta's hips finally press flush against his own lean ones. "F-fuck!" the blonde grinds out as he suddenly spasms and cums hard, his body bowed upward and his head grinding against the pillow, the motion draggin the blindfold sideways and exposing one tightly clenched eye. Toshi pants breathily as he trembles, twitching inside of Shouta's body, spurting deep into those hot depths before slowly sinking back down to collapse against the bed as his chest heaves.

Aizawa grips tightly at the comforter with a hand to either side, smearing a thin trail of lube across the fabric as he pushes down to meet Toshi's hips in one smooth, hungry motion, relishing the sudden internal pressure he's started to grow accustomed to. The reaction from the taller hero below him is not entirely unexpected, as he'd been teasing and edging and nearly torturing the poor man for the better part of two hours, but even still, the grinding in against his prostate and the sudden rush of thick, liquid heat in his belly is almost enough to shock him into following with a climax of his own. Shouta only manages to avoid losing it by quickly switching one hand from the blanket to his own shaft, shoving the metal ring down and adding another tight squeeze just above it, holding in the pleasure for just a little longer... His teeth clenched firmly in a grimace, he draws in a few deep, shuddering breaths before pulling away, rocking forward on his knees to reach Toshi's head. "Such a good boy," he murmurs softly, one palm caressing the sharp cheekbones while the other readjusts the blindfold, "Letting it all go for me like that." He ducks in closer to claim another hungry kiss, insistently sucking away the traces of blood with a gentle swipe of his tongue before he backs out again, his voice growing a little huskier with need, "But now it's my turn... If you think you can keep going."

Toshinori makes little sounds into the kiss but tears his head away to pant as he lays there limply, his whole body trembling a little from the aftermath. His breathing slowly calms down and he shifts against the bonds, the whole rigging twanging and creaking softly as his limbs move. "You've been so good to me all night, how can I possibly say no," the lanky blonde laughs a little breathlessly, "Just please, I'm beggin you, take the beads out." As he shifts the beads slowly grind together inside of him, no longer a teasing pleasure but more of a pressing annoyance as they rub up against his abused bundle of nerves.

"You can always say no," Aizawa murmurs softly, leaning in to press a fond kiss to his partner's angular cheek, "That's why I ask." Drawing back to kneel between Toshi's legs, he pulls the metal ring from around his base and tosses it aside, then gathers a small dab of lube on his fingertips and spreads it gingerly around the captive hero's red, puckered rim. Giving Toshi a moment to prepare, he slips his middle finger through the black pull-ring dangling from the end. "I'll pull, you push," he instructs gently, starting to tug the string of beads free, adding a steady and consistent pressure against the tension until the largest bead pops free, and the rest come following along easily enough behind it. Aizawa takes a few moments to start the clean-up, reaching one-handed for his box of wet-wipes to swipe over the beads and both their bodies, and for the small keys to free Toshi's wrists. Then with expert fingers, he unwinds his scarf from those bony ankles, leaving just the collar and blindfold and the last remnants of his "gifts." With a soft groan, he finally presses up along Yagi's lanky frame, wrapping an arm around his chest in a loose hug.

The blonde hisses a little as the largest bead slides free before slumping back in relief as the rest slide out easily. He lays tamely enough for the moment for a moment, clenching and unclenching his hands as the cuffs come off. "I'm not saying no Shouta," he smiles, still happy to be blinded and collared, his head turning to track his lover's movements from sound and touch, "I just need a moment to catch my breath." Toshi wraps his long arms around his lover for a calm moment as he cools down, his head tilted back a little, before nuzzling at the gruff man's stubbed cheek until he can press thin lips against a curve of an ear to growl softly, "Why, did you wanna fuck me?"

Shouta can't help but grind his hips wantonly against Toshi's side at the teasing offer, his fingers curling to dig into his skin gently as a little shiver runs down his spine from the older hero's tone. "That was the idea..." He grins to himself and ducks under Yagi's jaw to suck and nibble once more at the dark purple bruise he'd left there earlier in the evening, refreshing it with a new little pulse of pain before he pulls away, dragging his palms down either flank as he carefully crawls back on his knees to kneel between Toshi's legs once more. A little fed up with taking his time by now, he slicks himself over with one last coating of lube before gripping his partner by the hips and eagerly shoving himself in to the hilt.

Toshi makes a loud choked sound and takes his nails roughly down Aizawa's chest, giving him two sharps sets of parallel lines on either side of his body. "Fuck, yes, harder," he manages to choke out as the smaller man grinds into his body, the motion making a dark heat pool in his groin. "Use me Shouta," the blonde hisses, sliding his hands under both knees to spread himself open tauntingly, his shaft already half hard despite coming so recently. Toshinori digs his hands into his flesh to keep from touching himself at all, little red crescents forming under his nails from the pressure.

That dark tone creeping into his psyche all over again, egging him on, Aizawa grinds his hips hard against Toshinori's, agitating the raised welts on his bottom and digging into the heat of his depths mercilessly as his hands roam over the legs to either side of him, pulling them up and around to hook behind his back for support. He leans in far across Yagi's front, reaching with one hand for the heavy collar until he hooks all four fingers in under it, his knuckles digging in against the taller man's throat in a tight grasp. "What did you call me, pet?" Shouta uses his other hand to grab Toshi's arm, bringing it up to his mouth to nibble and nip at the thin skin of his wrist, leaving another dusk-colored hickey there atop the red cuff-mark, growling softly as he shoves his way out and back into his partner's battered body.

The collar tightens against Toshi's throat, and the sudden pressure chokes back his breathing slightly. He gasps, the lightheadedness from lack of oxygen making the blood hammer in his ears. "Ah! Master! Please!" he gasps a little deliriously as his legs shiver and his toes curl behind Shouta's back while his body writhes, shocks of hot pleasure racing down his spine every time his lover thrusts back in again. The blonde groans loudly and digs his rough hand into the blanket to keep from touching his own cock where it rests against his stomach, completely hard and leaking precum across his fair skin.

Rather than praising the subdued hero verbally, Aizawa lets go of his two pressure points, sliding his lips from the bruised wrist to kiss at the palm against his face, and slipping his fingers free of the thick collar to trail down the blond's front and wrap around the even thicker shaft straining against his abdomen. With a soft grunt of effort, he jerks his hips up roughly to push Toshi's lower body into a better angle, lifting off the pillow below as he strokes firmly along that length, timing it as best he can manage with each new dig in against his prostate. But soon enough it all builds up and spills over, rushing in a sudden wave across his skin as the pleasure overwhelms him, leaving his breathing a mess of growls and panting until it fades, and draining his strength until his shaking knees give out from under them and he sinks back to the mattress, making a bit of a mess of the comforter as he's pulled free from Yagi's body. Releasing his tight hold on his partner's arm, he reaches weakly for the keys again, flipping through them to find the one for the collar, his eyes darting back up to Toshinori's face, checking on his breathing and health, wary after the fact that he might have hurt the other hero in a fit of passion. "Hey, sunflower..." Shouta's breath is still heavy and ragged, trying to catch up to him, "Are you alright?"

Toshinori sucks in a hard breath as those fingers pull away and give him more room in the collar, the sudden influx of air into his lungs rocking him even as he feels the hand on his shaft. All of a sudden, everything comes together all at once, and Toshi trembles, uttering a string of obscene sounds from his sore throat as he cums hard for a second time, his whole body clenching as he feels Shouta release inside of him in a hot wave. He makes a short, cut-off sound and blacks out for a moment, slowly rousing as he hears his lover's voice and the jingle of the keys. "I'm... fine..." Toshi manages to moan softly, lifting one arm that feels like it weighs three times what it would normally, and closing his hand around the jingling sound, silently asking to leave the collar on. The blonde sags against the mattress, completely limp while he slowly sorts through his feelings and emotions with a brain that feels strung out and exhausted. "I'm... I feel better, Shouta... Like all that poison got out of me." Slowly, the bigger hero runs his hands over his body, wincing at the welts and the unintended cut, the bruises and the sore flesh. "I feel good, really good... Thank you, for helping me," he finally sighs, pleased despite everything.

Before the exhaustion can overtake him, Aizawa grabs one more of those wet-wipes he'd set aside, and runs it along the body laid bare before him, helping to clean off that second release that he hadn't been there to capture. Then, mustering up the last of his strength, the younger hero clambers down the length of the bed to collapse bonelessly against Toshinori's left side, pressing himself in carefully to cover the giant scar in a warm embrace. He drops the keys into that large palm, mistaking the gesture for a request rather than a stay of hand, and reaches instead for the blindfold, lifting it away to meet Toshi's eyes with an exhausted but loving smile. "Glad to hear it," he murmurs softly, slipping a foot in to steal the pillow out from Yagi's hips, and flipping it over to the clean side before he wedges it up under the both of them, finally starting to relax with his ear above the steady heartbeat of his lover, eyes sinking shut in contentment.

After a few minutes, or what could have been an hour, for all the attention Aizawa has paid to the time, he reaches across Toshi's chest to grab at his arm again, much gentler this time, taking it with him as he rolls over onto his side to pull the larger man into a spooning embrace behind him. "I'm..." Shouta sighs deeply and nudges a soft kiss against Toshi's bicep, folding his legs back to tangle with the gangly ones behind him as he searches for words, "I'm actually kind of a slob."

The tall blonde hero blinks slowly as exhaustion steals over him, but he extends the hand holding the keys over the edge of the bed and lets them go, listening to the faint jangle as they hit the floor. Toshinori doesn't make a single move or utter another word after than, an abrupt nap claiming him until he hears Shouta start to talk, then groggily shakes his head to clear it. "A slob.." he mutters curiously, tucking his arms more tightly around the smaller man's body for comfort and tenderness, "Really? That doesn't seem like you...it's always been tidy when I visit."

Aizawa laughs wryly and twines his fingers in with the long ones against his stomach, curling into a squeezed fist. "That's because you were visiting. Tonight was lucky enough that I haven't been home much between classes to live in it, or you would have stolen my apartment key to find a mess. And I'll still need that back, by the way." He twists back to press a fond kiss to Toshi's chin before nestling back into place in his arms, muttering a little more quietly from shame, "I've been doing well recently, but I can't keep this up on a long-term basis." Shouta sighs again and reaches with one foot to try to tug the comforter down over them, starting to cool down with a little shiver, "You, though... you cook these fancy meals, and you have a wonderful cat, and your place is nice, and you're nice, and all I have to offer is a decent bed and enough hair to clog the shower drain every morning. So what's the catch?" Carefully scooting back to cuddle in closer against the Symbol of Peace, Aizawa strokes over that calloused hand with his thumb, his voice breaking a little as he admits, "Because there's either some ugly secret you're not telling me, or I'd end up being nothing but a parasite if we moved in together."

".....hm." Toshi makes a small sound as he thinks things through and helps Shouta maneuver the comforter to cover them both before sliding his arms back around his love's waist and nuzzling into that braided black hair. "It's... not a secret, not really. You know how damaged my body is, I've told you that much, haven't I?" He waits for confirmation before continuing, "Back before I got my scar, I had a partner who could predict the future, in small limited bouts. Very useful for me, I could be right where I was needed at the exact time I needed to be there. But... after I got my scar, he predicted my future again, right there in the hospital. He said that I'd find a villain I couldn't defeat, and would die trying. So. That's my secret, I suppose, that's all I have left to hide. I mean, his predictions do come with a margin of error, especially the farther in the future they are... but still, I don't hope for much." Toshinori falls silent for a moment and hugs Shouta tightly to his chest. "I didn't expect to fall in love. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I’ve been holding everyone at arm's length for as long as I can, knowing what's coming. That's why I never offered for us to be... more permanent. I didn't want to completely crush you when..." He trails off for a moment. "I'd want you to take Marmalade, she likes you."

Settling in with a soft sigh to listen to the admission, Aizawa happily accepts the firm embrace and waits for the other shoe to drop. Finally, he turns in place, one eyebrow raised incredulously as he lets out a sound halfway between a scoff and a snort of amusement. "Is that all? Toshinori, we talked about this. Neither one of us is likely to make it to retirement; dying by the hands of a villain you can't defeat is par for the course of any hero." He smiles wistfully and reaches up to trace gentle fingers along the harsh lines of Yagi's face, murmuring softly, "I was worried about living together, not dying together. I don't want to drag you down."

Toshi grabs Shouta's hand and holds it, his lips drawn together in a firm line. "I'm nearly positive it will be the same man who GAVE me my scar to begin with. The one I failed to defeat in the first place." He says the last part with a little bitterness. "I FAILED, Aizawa. I failed. And people have paid the price for my failure. People have died because of it. Can you wake up everyday and look at me and tell me honestly that you're not ashamed of being seen next to a failure of a hero who can't even keep his own body from rebelling against him."

Shouta frowns at the persistent negativity, unaccustomed to seeing it from his usual source of happiness, and he squeezes tightly at the hero's hand, slipping his other arm around that thin waist to draw closer. "If a building goes up in flame, and the firefighter saves a hundred souls before their lungs give out to the smoke, leaving five innocents to perish... Do you think of the fighter as a failure?" He shakes his head at the rhetoric, pressing forward stubbornly, "You didn't cause the fire. You did the best you could, because I know you wouldn't have settled for less. And far more would have died, had you not been there to try. So don't give me that crap." Aizawa finally releases his white-knuckled grip on Toshi's hand, reaching with both hands in the cramped space between them to repeat that silent gesture, a palm over the older hero's heart, and one over his scar. "No man is an island. Not even All Might." Craning his neck up to reach those thin lips in a reassuring kiss, Shouta murmurs gently against them, "I would be... beholden, to wake up with you in my bed every day, Sunflower. If you can stand to put up with me."

For a moment the older hero is still and stiff, considering those words before he slowly relaxes into his love's touch. Toshi finally wraps both arms around his smaller lover and sighs into the kiss. "That sounds wonderful to me. Not waking up everyday alone, wondering if it's always going to be that way? Yes, please yes. I'll take your messiness and your moods and your morning grumpiness, just don't ever leave me." He gives a deep drawn out sigh and nuzzles into Shouta's tangled black hair, his eyes closed.

"I won't. And I could move in with you any time; I'm not signed into a lease at this old place, are you?" Shouta smiles softly and wraps his arm back around Toshi's waist, cuddling in close against his warm body, and ducking in under his chin when the taller man nuzzles at his hair. He jerks away at the touch of cold, smooth metal against his cheek, drawing back with a frown. "You didn't take your collar off?" He reaches up to trail his fingertips along the aluminum band, toying gently with the ring still tied to the ropes, starting to pick the purple knots loose with his nails. "You can't keep this on forever, Toshi, it won't fit your hero form. And besides," the shorter hero parts his jaws, nibbling under Toshi's chin and down his neck until the collar interrupts his trail, "I want your neck back..."

The taller man laughs and puts his whole hand over Aizawa's face, gently pushing him back. "Down boy, I am exhausted." Toshi shifts his hand to slowly comb his fingers through Shouta's black mane and stroke the side of his throat with a gentle caress. "Move in tomorrow... today? Tomorrow. You have the better bed though, we will have to call someone to move it," the blonde hero smiles some and presses closer, as close as his body would allow. "Not waking up alone... waking up beside you? That morning can't come soon enough."

Aizawa harrumphs playfully and flips back over in Toshi's arms, resting the back of his head against that collar as they start to plan things out. "Tomorrow?!? I do still have to give them thirty days' notice, or at least another month's rent. And yeah, we could look into hiring movers, or maybe just renting a truck if it's cheaper, and using your quirk a little." He reaches up to squeeze playfully at the older hero's bicep, then tugs that arm back around his front to hug on. "But otherwise, I'll start packing. And-" he yawns mid-sentence and nuzzles into Toshi's arm, his stubble dragging against the freckled skin as he murmurs, "I'll start hunting for boxes." With a final, contented sigh, he pulls one of those giant palms close and presses a kiss to the center of it, fingers still twined as he drifts off in his ‘fiancé’s’ embrace.

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[1:06 PM] All Might ✪ limps in, rubbing his backside a little, depressed that Recovery Girl refused to smooch him.
[1:38 PM] Aizawa Shouta: Omg did you really
[1:38 PM] Aizawa Shouta: I was mostly joking
[1:38 PM] All Might ✪: She yelled.
[1:46 PM] Aizawa Shouta: What did you say to her?!?
[1:50 PM] All Might ✪: T-that we'd tried a few more interesting things and she made me strip.
[1:50 PM] All Might ✪: And then she yelled about my health and the lack of braincells I must have.
[1:52 PM] All Might ✪ yanks his shirt up to his shoulders, his whole back is littered with bruises the color of blackberries
[1:52 PM] Aizawa Shouta: Wow what happened to professionalism
[1:52 PM] All Might ✪: She's basically like a tiny mother to me
[1:53 PM] Aizawa Shouta: Would you show your mother this
[1:53 PM] All Might ✪: Idk? Maybe? Should I not?
[1:53 PM] All Might ✪: I mean if my mom was also a healer.
[1:55 PM] Aizawa Shouta: If your mom was also a healer I'd expect her to have a better idea of what bdsm is. Chiyo's only excuse is her age, but I'm not impressed. Pretty sure kink has been around longer than she has.
[1:56 PM] All Might ✪: She worries about me! I can appreciate that.
[1:56 PM] All Might ✪ shimmies his shirt back into place
[2:00 PM] Aizawa Shouta slips his hands up underneath it before he can lose sight of those bruises, “I worry about you too... That's why I gave these to you.
[2:01 PM] All Might ✪ lifts his head with a little smile and leans into those hands. "Love, I'm pretty sure your concern and her concern are at two different levels." He strips his shirt off entirely and submits to the light touch, letting his lover see the bruises that mark his fair skin like sprays of dark wine on white cloth.
[2:12 PM] Aizawa Shouta: “Heh, fair enough.” He starts up a gentle massage
[2:15 PM] All Might ✪: If you're gonna give me a backrub, lemme lay down first.
[2:17 PM] All Might ✪ sighs and lays facedown on the floor, face buried in his soft carpet.
[2:51 PM] Aizawa Shouta: “Hmm? Did you want me to walk on you?” He pulls off his socks and shoes
[2:57 PM] All Might ✪ yelps and curls up, rolling partially onto his side, “Not with this many bruises, thank you!”
[3:17 PM] Aizawa Shouta sighs and kneels between his thighs, reaching out with gentle palms to smooth over his back, “Hush, sunflower. I'll only hurt you if you ask.”
[3:18 PM] All Might ✪ huffs some and relaxes to lay back down on his stomach, head resting on his crossed arms. “Well, today I'm not asking, so be gentle please?”
[3:32 PM] Aizawa Shouta leans in on one hand to press a firm kiss to the back of his head before trailing back with slow, tender fingers
[3:38 PM] All Might ✪ sighs happily and relaxes more. “You know what I wished I had invested in? A bigger bathtub. Like, a pool big enough for two.”
[3:40 PM] Aizawa Shouta: We could go to a spa
[3:44 PM] All Might ✪ perks up and lifts his head, “Oh! A hot springs!”
[3:44 PM] All Might ✪: That'd be fun!
[3:44 PM] Aizawa Shouta: Yeah, exactly
[3:45 PM] All Might ✪ wriggles some on the floor, “You wanna go today, or do you have work later?”
[3:58 PM] Aizawa Shouta: I do have work, but the bathhouses are usually open much later than schools. Meet me after class?
[4:04 PM] All Might ✪ nods happily, excited about the prospect of a trip, even a small one. “Okay! You want to get some dango after that?”
[4:18 PM] Aizawa Shouta stretches out to lay flat across his back with a happy sigh, nose pressed in against his hair, “Absolutely.”
[4:20 PM] All Might ✪: “Just text me when you're free, I'm gonna nap for a while until then.” He snuggles against Shouta's side with a sigh.
[5:34 PM] Aizawa Shouta: ❤︎
[10:39 PM] Aizawa Shouta: After a day like today, I'm going to need some relaxation...
[10:39 PM] Aizawa Shouta: Do we need a reservation or anything? I haven't ever actually been to one before, have you?
[10:41 PM] Aizawa Shouta: Also... I wonder how crowded it will be, this late at night
[10:52 PM] All Might ✪: Mm, since I'm not busy, I can call to make sure that we can get in, and no, I really doubt that it'll be crowded.
[10:53 PM] All Might ✪ laughs some and rolls over to pick up his phone, swiping through reviews of different hot springs
[11:02 PM] All Might ✪: Would you want to go to a hero one or one that's closer by?
[11:15 PM] All Might ✪ lounges around in just his robe today, feeling lazy
[11:25 PM] All Might ✪ idly plays BotW on his big tv
[11:30 PM] Aizawa Shouta: Whichever's cheaper, I can't imagine there's much of a difference between them
[11:33 PM] All Might ✪: You'd be surprised! Some of them have real nice alkaline water, and there's one that buries you in hot black sands. Ah~ ❤︎
[11:34 PM] Aizawa Shouta: Interesting... What does the "hero" one offer?
[11:35 PM] All Might ✪: Privacy, mostly. You know a lot of us wear masks and all, so it's just a place to relax. The downside to that option is I am absolutely instantly recognizable.
[11:35 PM] All Might ✪ gives a long drawn out sigh
[11:47 PM] Aizawa Shouta: Then let's not go to that one. I don't really want to see anyone we know.
[11:48 PM] Aizawa Shouta: Almost done. See you soon ❤︎
[11:48 PM] All Might ✪: ❤︎

Aizawa finally packs up his materials at the end of a long day, files another stack of tests to grade into a take-home folder, tucks it under his arm, and ducks out to lock up the classroom for the night. He glances down either end of the hallway, halfway hoping to see Toshinori there waiting for him.

Toshi leans up against the building beside the doorway, his breath puffing a little in the cool night air, both hands shoved deep in his coat pockets as he waits for Aizawa to finally be done for the day. Occasionally he checks his phone, in case he missed a text, but for the most part he's content to stand in that relaxed pose and listen to the night crickets.

Bundling up a little tighter in his scarf, Shouta heads outside and catches sight of Toshinori hiding in the shadows against the wall. "Hey, trouble," he calls softly with a hidden smirk, "Hope you weren't waiting long. Sorry I got out so late." Aizawa pauses at the bottom of the main stairway, one elbow extended a little to beckon Yagi over to the path. "You picked out a place? Lead the way..."

Laughing and tossing his head a little, Toshi crosses the small space to hook his arm into his lover's elbow. "Trouble? Me? I think that's more your style! I'm a pure angel, the symbol of peace and justice! I'm hardly trouble!" He laughs gaily and tugs Aizawa in the direction he wants to go, keeping his stride short so that he doesn't rush the younger man. "It's not far, I just opted for a nice open air bath instead of an onsen, and I reserved us a spot so we have the hot spring to ourselves."

Shouta's little smirk breaks into a full grin at the sight of Toshi's laughter, even managing to soften his eyes a little as he watches. "Pure angel, hm? Is that what Recovery Girl told you this morning?" He chuckles softly and pulls that long arm in close against his side, enjoying the company as they walk. "All to ourselves?" Raising one eyebrow incredulously, he presses onward, a little faster now in anticipation, "I didn't even know you could do that, I was just hoping we wouldn't have to wait a long time to get in."

"You know, she relented and gave me a kiss when I came back, so I'm all healed up now! She did yell about you a lot," he pauses to cough a bit, "Soooo, uh, we should probably be more careful in the future unless you want her to physically come break your arm again." Toshi laughs and rubs the back of his neck. "Yes, it's one of those ones where families can go! So I booked us a spot, they weren't full up for the evening."

Glancing up at his partner in concern, Shouta narrows his eyes, "She did? If you're all healed, then we don't need to go to the spa anymore..." Not to be deterred in the slightest, however, Aizawa presses onward just as eagerly, "Not that it's any of her business what we get up to in the bedroom, but what did she say?" The otherwise solitary teacher falls silent at the mention of 'families,' his heart doing an odd little twist in his chest until the rest of Toshi's words wash over him. "I suppose, if we're to be one household... in a way, that makes us a family." This last sentiment is muttered mostly to himself, a reassurance hidden in the folds of his scarf rather than anything more poignant.

Toshi stops as he hears the last bit, standing for a moment on the sidewalk, then suddenly turns to shove his lover against the side of a store that's closed for the evening. He braces his elbows against the rough brick and leans down to growl very softly in Shouta's ear, "Yes, you're my family, my whole world. W-well... you and Deku. He's like my son, I suppose." He laughs some, softly, and gathers the shorter man in his arms for a moment, gently holding him.

Eraserhead tenses briefly at the sudden change in demeanor, but gasps softly as he's pressed against the wall, and tips his chin up to meet his partner's lips, only slightly disappointed when they brush against his ear instead. Aizawa's fingers grip tightly into the fabric of Toshi's coat sleeves at the affirmation, that twist in his heart coiling into something tighter and more complicated. "Ah... it's been a long time since I had a family." He lets himself be pulled in close, ducking his chin into the collar of Toshi's coat with a deep, shaky sigh, staying there for a while until the chatty laughter of a group of friends draws too close for comfort. "Come on, we'd better keep moving." Shouta pulls away reluctantly and slips his hand into Yagi's coat pocket, falling back into step with him once more until they arrive.

The taller blonde teacher smiles a bit as he paces beside Aizawa, one broad hand on his love's lower back. "Well, you, me and Mara, I think that's big enough for a proper family. And if not, we can get another cat!" Toshi gives a little laugh and pulls Shouta into the entryway of the bath, dropping his hand as he does so. He makes his way over to the counter, making small talk with the young woman at the front desk while he shows his ID and checks them in, accepting the keys when she extends them. He gives a brief bow and returns to Shouta's side, smiling. "Come on, our room's down the hall, let's go."

Aizawa keeps pretty quiet, which isn't entirely unusual in public locations like this, his face tucked back into his scarf as he watches through a thin mask of aloofness to let Yagi take care of the business he'd prepared for them ahead of time. Only once they're past the locked door does he start to relax again, glancing into the corners for any visible cameras before he kicks off his boots and winds his scarf onto a nearby hook. "How much time do we have? I can't imagine they're open much longer tonight... I didn't see any hours posted."

"About two hours! So plenty of time to lounge about," Toshi laughs as he tugs his shirt up and over his head, making a mess of his hair. He tidily folds it and lays it on a nearby chair before stretching his arms over his head and arching his back until his spine pops several times. "Aaahhhh, I haven't been to an outdoor bath in ages!" He laughs and quickly shucks the rest of his clothing off, folding it all neatly like he did with his shirt, before grabbing one of the towels set on a low bench and wrapping it around his waist.

Shouta nods in acknowledgement and swiftly follows suit, stripping haphazardly and shedding his uniform in a crumpled heap on the chair. Unfamiliar with customs, protocol, or manners in such a setting, he grabs a towel for himself and simply drapes it over his shoulder, not seeing the necessity for modesty with nobody else around. He pads silently to close the distance to Toshi's side and slips his fingers into the crook of that bony elbow, glancing up at the taller hero in deference. "So... are we supposed to actually bathe, or just lounge?" Leaning in conspiratorially, he grits his teeth in a playful stage whisper, "Or can we find other ways to relax?"

Toshi laughs and flaps his hands in Shouta's direction as he leads the way through the covered walkway to the outdoor spring. "We're not supposed to the get the water dirty Shouta, it's rude!" He laughs, hanging up his towel before sitting on one of the stools in the wash area, quickly and thoroughly scrubbing his hair and body clean. He shakes his head a little to toss the extra water out of his hair and makes his way to the pool, easing into the hot water with a long low sigh. "Bliss."

"Ah." Aizawa pouts a little in disappointment, but continues to follow the older hero's lead, copying step by step until he plunks into the heated water with a little shiver, his knees going out from under him as he sinks deeper and feels his way to a seat beside Yagi. His skin prickling and burning from the sudden change in temperature, Shouta scoots in closer and slides his foot down Toshi's leg, lifting one hand above the steaming surface to silently request it to be held. "It's okay, I guess. Since you're here."

With a small smile Toshi takes the extended hand and laces their fingers together, pulling the smaller man to sit in his lap. He pushes aside the damp hair to nuzzle and kiss the back of his neck softly. "We'll get plenty of chances, Shouta, never fear!" He laughs some and traces his free hand up and down his lover's body, lingering a bit over the scars and ribs and lean hipbones he can feel pressing through the skin.

Shouta has gone limp enough by this point that he flows easily enough into Toshi's lap, his muscles lulled into a loose, pliable state by the heat of the water and the proximity of his beloved. The intimate press of bare skin against his backside, though, combined with the teasing touches along his frame, brings a heavy blush to his cheeks, the familiar nudity between them suddenly quite novel in a more platonic setting. "You and your slogans," he mutters softly, leaning back against Yagi's chest with a deep sigh until his head presses into the crook of the taller hero's neck, surrounded by warmth on all sides. Unsure what to do with his hands, Aizawa settles for letting them sink back below Tosh's arms, resting his elbows and knuckles against the side of the pool, keeping out of the way to let those larger palms roam as they will.

Toshi leans his head down and suckles on the side of Shouta's throat, completely unable to resist the sight of seeing it bared. "You look like you're enjoying this a bit too much," he laughs, one broad palm sliding up the inside of the gruff man's inner thigh to lightly cup at his half hard shaft, thumb giving a brief caress across the head, "If you think you can be quiet, real super quiet, then I'll fuck you here." The tall blonde growls very quietly, "But you can't come until we're out of the pool... or if we change places, okay? Is that what you'd like to do right now?" Toshi's voice is a little breathy as he grinds his hips up against his lover's, cock rubbing against Shouta's rear as the water around them sloshes very gently.

Biting his lip to stifle a groan, Shouta tilts his head responsively to the side as his eyes sink shut, baring every inch of his throat for those perfect teeth. "It's difficult not to," he complains, his voice softer and huskier than usual as he parts his legs obligingly and hooks his calves in on either side of Toshi's knees, sinking further into his lap. "I'd like nothing more," he confirms all-too-eagerly, glancing up to meet Yagi's eyes, "But it's not my volume you should worry about. And besides..." Aizawa glances around again, not only for cameras, windows and peepholes this time, "We don't have any lube."

The blonde lets out a long frustrated groan even as his hands keep working under the water, teasingly sliding up and down his partner's cock lightly before giving it firmer strokes, for the moment just enjoying the feel of his body. "You're right, we don't," Toshi manages to growl before looking around, hopeful for a substitute. He moves one hand to slide it up and down Shouta's chest, pinching at his nipples with sharp nails while he thinks. "There's a massage room," he says slowly, "I could nip a bottle of oil from there. Would that work for you, love?"

Shouta hisses softly through his teeth at the painful teasing, his body arching back against Toshi's chest as his fingers grip tightly to either side of the hips below his, grinding and pulling them closer as he struggles not to whine out loud. "I'm sure we can make it work," he rasps out into Toshi's ear, his head tipped back to reach, "If it's warm enough, maybe we should just go in there instead of dirtying the water, hmm?" With his limbs trembling a little beneath him from the excitement, teasing, and the heat of the water, he clambers up out of Yagi's lap, away from those teasing fingers, and pushes his way up and over the lip of the pool. Taking a moment to wring out his hair, Aizawa turns with a crooked little twitterpated smile and extends a hand to help Toshinori out after him.

Toshi grins a bit, grips the offered hand and lightly pushes the smaller man backwards until he trips. He snags Shouta around the waist with his other hand, pulling him down to sit on the edge of the pool with his legs dangling into the spring. The lanky blonde kisses a long trail down his love's throat and down over his collarbone to his thighs and back up again, still waist deep in hot water. Toshi combs back his wet bangs and holds them back as he nuzzles his face against his Shouta's stomach before resuming his chain of kisses, going over and over the body under his mouth tenderly, licking up any spare water drops while his free hand slips under the small of the gruff teacher's back to lightly stroke at his damp skin.

About to pull Toshi out of the bath, Aizawa is taken quite by surprise, his underground instincts kicking in with a red-eyed glare and a tense windmilling of his arm as he's knocked off-balance. He recovers quickly enough as the arm around his back pulls him in closer without doing any damage, and that now-familiar grin reaffirms his sense of security until he relaxes into the larger man's grasp, his pulse still racing from the sudden burst of adrenaline as he sighs and lets his eyes fall closed again, running his fingertips firmly over Toshi's scalp. "You're giving me whiplash," he mutters softly in frustration, his chin pointed down at his partner as he complains, "Let's go to the spa, we'll have it to ourselves, mustn't dirty the water, though, it's rude, he says." Leaning back to stretch out beneath that teasing mouth, Shouta continues to grumble softly under his breath, the last traces of chagrin sapping away, "Just relax, we'll get plenty of chances, never mind actually, I'll fuck you right here, I'll go get the lube, oh never mind I'll just lick you instead that's fine..." Aizawa sighs and slips his fingers free, leaning back on his palms as he hooks his feet in under Toshi's thighs as a counterbalance, carefully sliding one a little further up to tease right back at the the mercurial hero still concealed in the water.

Toshinori stops and presses his face against his lover's body, his shaking shoulders the only telltale sign that he's laughing. After a minute he raises his head and wipes his eyes a little, a bright smile on his face. "I wasn't going to lick you at all! I just wanted to shower you with praise and affection and lots of kisses all over your body! You just ...looked so pretty climbing out of the water..." He coughs and a blush rises on his face, but he manages to stay still at that one thigh pressing up against his crotch. "You just don't know how gorgeous I think you are, rough stubble, tangled hair, scars and all."

As always, Aizawa is unable to resist breaking into a grin at the sight of Toshi's boisterous mirth, drawing back in to fold his arms around the older man's shoulders as he dips his head to steal a kiss from between the laughs, as though trying to absorb the sunshine directly. He blushes softly at the insistent praise and pulls Yagi closer with a palm on either side of his jaws, resting their foreheads together as he lets his eyes sink shut with a little sigh, lips still quirked in amusement, "There's no accounting for taste, I suppose..."

The blonde kisses back lightly at first, then with more heat, teeth grazing lightly at Aizawa's lower lip. "Oh, no, there's not, but I do like the way you taste, Mr. I Can Live Off of Juice Packs and Sour Gummies." He laughs teasingly as he says this, his hands gripping at his lover's hips gently. "If you wanna help me find that oil, I can show you what else I like about you," he growls a little playfully, fingers light and teasing on Aizawa's skin.

"And ramen," Shouta corrects in mock-indignation, nibbling right back at Toshi's upper lip before teasing his tongue along those teeth for a second, "And dango, you promised dango after this." He trails his fingernails lightly over the freckled skin of Yagi's shoulders, pulling away with a playful kiss to his partner's nose before he stands back up out of the bath, shaking the loose water from each leg before he saunters off to peek into the doorway they haven't been through yet.

Toshi props his head up in one hand and leans on the edge of the pool, watching appreciatively for a moment. "Something sandalwood, if you can find it!" After a moment he heaves his long body out of the water and goes after the towels, spreading them on the rocks to give a little cushioning. He lays back on his own towel, comfortable for once in his own skin, enjoying the steam from the water rising around him. "If we're living together, at least I can make you a bento for lunch, so I know you ate."

Flipping the light on in the empty room, Aizawa peers around at the unfamiliar settings; the empty padded massage table, the bamboo mats, the sink and drain, and an inconspicuous little cupboard by the door on the other side of the room. The curious teacher crouches and tugs the cupboard open, unable to make heads or tails of the half-dozen unlabeled bottles inside. With a shrug, he gathers them all up in his arms, flips the lights back out and re-joins Toshinori, a little surprised to find him lounging beside the water now. "I uh... one of these should be sandalwood." He sinks to his knees beside the older hero and lays the bottles out beside the towels, stretching out to lie alongside his partner once more, curling around the taller hero's left side in that familiar, protective hold as he nuzzles into the little divot above his collarbone. "It will be nice," he murmurs softly, lips trailing along that freckled skin as he pulls in a little tighter with his left arm, "To be able to go home to this, every day..."

The taller hero stretches a little, content under the lean whipcord weight of his partner. He strokes a hand through Shouta's damp hair, brushing it away from his scarred face while the other hand smoothes down his back in a tender gesture. "It will be nice to wake up next to you every morning instead of a cold bed, and thinking I'll be alone until the day I die," Toshi sighs a little, his gentle smile making the slightly morbid wording sound light. For a moment, Toshi stays still, then shifts to lean up on one elbow to inspect the bottles, opening them one by one and sniffing. Some he recaps and sets to the side with a little hum, other he wrinkles his nose to in a slightly disgusted way, and finally he finds what he's looking for. "This one, sandalwood rose. Rub my back for me, would you Shouta?" He asks as he hands the bottle off and shifts to roll onto his stomach.

Aizawa twists his head to press a kiss to the palm before it pulls away, watching curiously as his partner sniffs his way through the oils. He takes the selected bottle, sniffs at it deliberately to learn the preferred scent, and nods softly. "Of course, sunflower." He trails his hand along Yagi's body as the older man turns over, carefully kneeing across the towel to kneel between those long legs. With a long, slow sigh to fill his lungs with steam, Shouta fills one palm with oil and leans in close to spread it across his lover's back, his hair hanging around his face and shoulders, drying slowly as he works. Leaning his weight into it, he digs both thumbs in around Toshi's shoulder blades, carefully kneading out each knot in the muscles down his back. As he reaches the small of Yagi's back, he continues, spreading the oil across both of those pert cheeks, squeezing playfully with his thumbs to gently pull them apart with a little chuckle to himself.

Toshi sighs happily and relaxes onto the towel, his arms resting on either side of his chest and his hands loose as he relaxes into the massage. "This feels amazing, love," he softly praises after a moment of total relaxation, "You have really fantastic hands, nice and strong. You can get all of those kinks out." The lanky blonde shifts a little, very little, and groans out loud as his back pops in three places in response to the pressure, then settles back down with a happy sound. Toshi nearly falls asleep under those hands until he feels them cupping his backside, then he lifts his head with one eye open and a small grin. "Hey, what's going on back there?" He glances back and laughs playfully.

The younger hero smirks at his partner's words, "Between you and me? I'm not sure we can get all our ‘kinks’ out... But I can try." Aizawa can feel the heat rising in his face at the sound of that groan from the prone hero beneath him. "What's going on? Oh... nothing much, I don't think, but I'd better get a closer look, just to be sure." He slips his thumbs in a little further, massaging a little more firmly between Toshi's cheeks, getting the sandalwood spread in against that little tight ring of muscle with a teasing push against it.

The lanky blonde man laughs and lays his head back down, shifting slightly to spread his legs further apart as an invitation. He lifts one hand to brush his fingers very gently across one of Shouta's wrists, a light tender gesture that goes totally against what he has to say. "You don't have to be slow with me if you don't want to be, love," he nearly purrs. He slides the fingers pressed against the smaller man's hand down for a second, getting them slick with the excess oil, then moves them away to help open himself up, two fingers slowly dipping in and out of his clenched hole. Toshi lifts his head again, and this time his face is flushed a deep pink as he tries not to squirm at all against his own hand, enjoying being watched while he works. "There's more of me to massage, if you like," he laughs a little breathlessly.

Shouta pulls his hands away, letting Toshi take over the current task as he refreshes another thin layer of oil over his palms, sliding one eagerly along his own length with a little squeeze before he presses it along Yagi's left side, gently working a little of the soothing oil into the rough scar tissue before trailing his fingertips down lower to hook carefully under those bony hips, gently pulling them up a little higher into the air. His other hand, he slips right around his partner's waist, kneading into the tense abdominals there as he follows the faint texture of hair and finally wraps his palm around the thick shaft hanging below, giving a few strokes as he nudges in closer on his knees, his tip brushing lightly against the back of Toshi's hand. "How's that, sunflower~"

With another little laugh Toshi moves his hand away to cover both of his love's hands with his own, tugging the one away from his cock and moving it to his hip, not wanting to get off too quickly. He squirms a little against the towel as he bites his lower lip, plainly waiting, trying to teasingly rub up against the head of Shouta's shaft. "I don't think I need any more massaging, at least not with your hands," he grins as he flexes his body slowly, hands lightly digging in to his partner's. Toshi slowly spreads his legs farther apart as he rocks side to side, careful to keep his knees on the soft towel.

A little frustrated at the loss of his grip (and by extension, his control) on his partner's erection, Shouta instead curls his fingertips firmly in at either side of Toshi's hips, wrangling him a little roughly to keep the lean frame still before him. "All right, if you're sure..." The younger hero strokes slowly over that freckled skin with his thumbs, pressing in close as he pulls Yagi in flush against his front, carefully angling his hips to probe between those cheeks, sliding slowly up from the perineum to gently probe for the right angle. With a soft hum of satisfaction, he finds it in the midst of that oil-slicked heat and pushes his way in, sinking past the tight entrance with a soft groan until he's fully sheathed in his lover's body. He pauses to relish the moment for a while, his pulse throbbing eagerly as he grinds in once or twice before pulling out a few inches to get some better satisfaction.

Toshi laughs to be handled roughly but stills his body with a little purr when Shouta presses down on his back. He gasps a little at the sudden entry, yanking one hand away to bite down firmly on his wrist, muffling his loud groan of satisfaction and a little bit of pain, having purposefully not opened himself too much when he had the chance. "I-it's going to be hard to keep quiet," the blonde laughs breathlessly as he lifts his mouth away from his bitten skin for a second, the tiniest of groans working up out of his chest as Shouta rocks in and out.

Noticing the sudden switch of Toshi's arm, Aizawa is careful to hold still until that tense bite releases, and he runs his oil-slicked palms up Toshi's back and chest as he starts to move again, pushing out and back into the heat of those depths with a little shudder of pleasure. "I told you so," he smirks smugly, his pace picking up a little speed as he tries to match the angle Yagi had guided him towards with the pink toy, back when he'd been wrapped in silks and lace. "Though, in a setting like this, surely we can't have been the only ones to get a little frisky, right?" Shouta rides along happily enough for a little while, his hands tracing over every bump and divot of Yagi's frame within his reach, until eventually he backs off and pulls out, pausing for a moment to catch his breath. "Turn back over for me? I want to see your face ... ..."

Toshi presses his bitten wrist hard against his mouth to cover his groans of satisfaction and pleasure as he rocks back into those rough thrusts, the oil sliding between their bodies sensually. He lets out a loud breath as he feels Shouta pull away, trembling slightly at the empty sensation, and slowly rolls over onto his back to hook long lean thighs around his lover's waist. He reaches up and slides both hands over the smaller man's wiry shoulders and threads one through that damp mane, gripping it gently. "I want to see your face too..." Toshi breathes, soft and gentle, his blue eyes tender as he curls his body a bit to kiss his way across Shouta's face.

Leaning hungrily into the grip, Aizawa shudders softly and pulls his arms in tightly around Toshi's back and hindquarters, sinking in closer to carefully seek out that oil-slicked heat between his legs and sink right back into him. "Ahhh," Shouta sighs softly in relief, leaning into the kisses with a slight tilt of his head to return a few, "That's better..." He rests like that for a moment or two, nudging a few firm kisses and gentle nibbles into Toshi's neck as he grinds slowly into his depths, but after a bit the younger hero pulls his arms tighter around his partner and hoists the large man up as he rocks back, his muscles rippling with the effort as he climbs to his feet for a moment and plunks unceremoniously back into the heated water of the bath, paying no mind as a thin ring of oily sheen spreads across the water's surface, rippling away from Toshi's skin. "How's this," Shouta teases playfully into Yagi's ear, rolling his hips slowly up from the seat built into the pool wall to nudge in deep against his lover's prostate with a knowing smirk.

With a loud, shocked gasp at being picked up by his smaller partner, Toshi grips onto Shouta's shoulders tightly as he's dunked back into the heated water. He shifts his long legs to rest his knees on the same ledge that the dark-haired man was sitting on, his broad hands still gripping tightly. "Shouta," he manages to hiss softly, "We weren't -ah- ...supposed to dirty the w-water." Toshi slaps a hand over his mouth to keep his loud groan of pleasure from escaping at that rough thrust, little sounds eeking out between his fingers. He trembles for a moment, then spreads his thighs a bit wider and roughly fucks himself downward against Shouta's shaft. With a shudder at how that feels, the older man's body arcs up a little and his free hand scrapes roughly through his lover's damp black locks as he repeats the motion, biting down on the skin of his wrist.

"Ah," Shouta teases softly, his neck craned up to growl into Toshi's ear, "If you're so worried about the water, you'd better get out..." The younger teacher grins and nips playfully at his partner's earlobe, then eagerly kisses his way down over the fingers clamped tightly to block out the sounds of pleasure he longs to hear. With his own fingers still pulled in against Toshi's back and resuming the clumsy massage, Aizawa toys with the long fingers separating Yagi's lips from his own, running his tongue along each one with a gentle suckle at each tip. He bites down a little with a soft groan of pleasure as the taller man grinds and teases in his lap, the warm water rushing in against his skin before the even-warmer body slides back down around him once more. "Ohh god that's good..." Shouta's breath shudders through the steam as his hands fly to either side of Toshi's hips, urging him on and helping to support his weight in the shallow water level.

At the sudden tight encouraging grip on his hips, Toshi yanks his hand away from his mouth to firmly grind it over top of Shouta's, pouring his breathy moans directly into the scruffy man's mouth. He arches his back and speeds his pace up, his whole body flexes as he roughly rides his partner, his movements and thrusts getting frantic as deep moans well out of his throat. Toshi tears his mouth away to pant harshly in the steamy air, both of his hands sliding into Shouta's hair to tightly grip that thick black mane as water sloshes and splashes from his movements. "Hn... ah... S-shouta... fuck me harder," Toshi harshly whispers, desperately trying to keep his voice down but at the same time express how much he wants that extra roughness to be able to come.

Aizawa leans into the kiss hungrily, nipping and licking at Toshi's lips and shoving his tongue in past those perfect teeth to chase the coppery aftertaste with a soft moan of delight. He pants just as heavily when the older man pulls away to catch their breath, a playful glint in his eyes as he tips his head pliantly in the grasp to his hair. "I guess you weren't that worried about the water?" He squeezes briefly at Toshi's hips, then slides both hands into place; one around his partner's shaft, trapped in the heated water between them, and the other around his backside, pulling him in closer. "Harder, hmm... Hold on tight," he suggests, rolling and twisting carefully in the pool to kneel on the built-in bench, bringing Toshinori along for the ride until the taller man's shoulders are propped halfway out of the water, leaving him jammed back on the towel-covered stones as Aizawa presses back in with renewed fervor, splashing a little over the side with each forceful thrust into that tight heat. His hand resumes its pace in time with each push, stroking along the needy length with a brief squeeze around head and base on each pull, watching the angle and his partner's reactions carefully as he goes, intent on keeping the bath as clean as possible.

Toshi makes a shocked sound and hangs onto the smaller man's shoulders as his body is half hoisted out of the water, his bared skin steaming in the cooler air. He tosses his head back and digs his fingers in deeper, leaving little half moon marks from his nails, the shifting and change of position angling that shaft inside of him just the right way to send sparks shooting up his spine with each thrust. He pants loudly, open mouthed, before he turns his head and bites down on his shoulder sharply to hide his loud moan as he suddenly comes, body tensed and trembling as hot sticky liquid splashes against his stomach and chest. The tall blonde manages to keep his body clenched tight around Shouta's, his head thrown back against the ledge and his hands tugging and encouraging as he laces them behind his lover's neck.

Already painfully close to that release, Aizawa finally lets himself sink in and enjoy it once Toshi's body tenses and contracts around him, squeezing nearly as hard as his fingers around his partner's shaft. His hand stills as the pleasure rushes through him, eyes too tightly shut to notice the steam rising from All Might's skin as Shouta groans softly, his shoulders shivering in the humid air, before he goes slack and sinks back onto his knees, sliding out more quickly than he'd have liked as the warm water rises around his chest. "Can you reach the towel, wipe yourself off a little?" Shouta gingerly loosens his grip and pulls his hand free, glancing between the towel behind Toshinori, the still-mostly-clean springwater, and the bit of mess splattered across his fingers. He shrugs and quickly licks them clean, smacking his lips against the taste as he runs his palms down Toshi's legs. "Come float with me, Sunflower."

One shaking arm slowly lifts clear of the water as Toshi blindly flails for a towel behind his head, finally giving up in exasperation. He lifts his head and tilts it to look for a towel, twisting his body a little, but the shift in his weight makes him slip off the ledge he was propped against, and the normally graceful man plunges into the water with a yelp. He comes up sputtering and soaking wet, his hair plastered to his skull. A brisk shake quickly solves that problem and Toshi shifts to float on his back with a sigh. "So much for keeping the water clean," he mumbles in a ruined voice, a sated expression on his face.

Aizawa watches from nearby, lunging to try to catch Toshinori as he starts to slip, but with his reflexes dulled by the relaxing hot springs and the fatigue of afterglow, he only manages to get within splashing range, his hair falling over his eyes as it's soaked through in the accident. "Ah... Hopefully it won't be too bad." He sighs and sinks all the way into the water, submerging completely before bobbing back up just high enough to breathe through his nose, reaching up with one hand to swipe his hair out of his face. Then with one tired arm, he reaches for Toshi's arm and pulls the drifting hero close, draping that arm up and around his own shoulders as he leans in close to rest his ear against the comforting sound of his partner's steady heartbeat, his cheeks flushed an uncharacteristic bright red from the heat and the intimacy as he lets out a long, contented sigh. "Family..." Shouta turns his head to swap ears, now gazing up fondly at Toshi's eyes rather than his lower half. "I do like the sound of that... Even if it's just for a little while. As much time as we have, I'll take it."

Toshi smiles gently and reaches down stroke wet fingers lightly across his lover's face. "I already told you, you're my family now. Just you and me and Mara. I don't ask for anything else. There's always been a hole on my life, I've always been sort of looking for the right person to share it with...and you came along and just wrapped your hands around my heart so tightly, like you were desperate to grab onto it." He leans down and gently presses a kiss to Shouta's forehead, pausing to sweep aside the damp mane. "But I'd already tucked my heart into your hand, I was just waiting for you to realize that it was there."

"Maybe I was a little desperate," the younger teacher admits quietly, nudging his head into the kiss as his eyes sink shut, "I've been... slipping away. For a long time now. I needed some strength to hold on to, but I never thought it could be you, not when so many others..." Aizawa bites his tongue and shakes his head a little, shifting to pull an arm around Toshi's chest as he presses his chin into the little puddle of water in the hollow of his lover's throat, lips against his jugular again. "Well. I'm not letting you go, so long as you'll have me." Illustrating his point, Shouta joins his hands in a firm hug around Toshi's middle, gripping at his own wrist as a hand-hold. He rests like that for a long while, until the heat starts to ache and their fingers start to prune, and the lights in the bath house flicker out on one side. Lifting his head, Shouta blinks blearily and looks around, pulling his arms away to stretch and climb out of the pool. "Think you can still find somewhere this late at night that'll sell dango?"

The tall blonde hero laughs and hauls himself up out of the water finally, feeling relaxed and rejuvenated from their stay. He stands and stretches both arms over his head, dripping water everywhere while he stretches. "I don't know, love, we might be able to find someplace! If not, we can just get ramen and go for dango later." Toshi reaches over and gently brushes his knuckles against Shouta's cheek with a fond, tender little smile.

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[11:49 PM] Aizawa Shouta: @All Might ✪ in the mood for something, sunflower?
[11:50 PM] All Might ✪ is laying on the bed lazily. “I told you I'm tired from being sick, so whatever you wanna do with me.” ❤︎

Shouta hums softly in sympathy and strips before crawling into bed beside Toshinori, wrapping his left arm and leg around the taller hero. "I'm glad you're not sick anymore, you had me worried..."

"I am in nooooo shape or form to put any effort into it," Toshinori laughs and nuzzles against the side of Shouta's throat, "but yes, I'm okay. I know you missed me, I'm sorry I was so cold towards intimacy for a bit."

The younger teacher presses his nose into that golden hair for a while, stroking softly down the side of Toshi's head as he cuddles in close. "That's not what I was worried about," he murmurs softly, sliding his knee down a little lower to rest gently atop the starburst scar, "I don't know how compromised your immune system is. I didn't want your last unbeatable villain to be a flu virus."

Toshinori tosses his head back and laughs. "My immune system is pretty fine! I very rarely get sick, I was just around a lot of people this week. It's not my immune system that's my failing here!" He keeps laughing and hugs the smaller man around the waist fondly.

Aizawa grins to himself and relaxes into the hug, soothed by that boisterous laughter. "Good to know." He works his fingertips a little more firmly into the tangle of blond, massaging against Toshi's scalp before combing down through his bangs, letting a long, deep sigh ruffle through the older hero's hair. "I wonder... would a transplant help?"

"You keep your organs inside of your body, love. Well," he grins and leans in to press kisses against Shouta's sternum slowly, "you can share at least ONE organ with me." Toshi's skin is a bit hotter than normal and he presses it against his lover's body with a soft murmur.

"At least one, hmm?" Shouta chuckles softly and teases his fingertips down the other's temple, sliding them gently along that sharp jawline, "I dunno... I'm no surgeon, and we can't have you skipping the wait list... Wouldn't be fair." He pulls his leg clear of that puckered vulnerability, then carefully squirms his way a little higher up the mattress, his fingers never quite losing contact with Toshi's head. After a minute of re-shuffling, he settles back in against the headboard, his legs crossed loosely beneath that heavy crown, pillowing the older hero with a tender palm cupping either cheekbone.

Toshi wriggles onto his back and tilts his head backwards to look up Shouta, a grin playing over his face. "Well surely you can jump me up the list, since it's YOUR organ." He strokes his palms down his chest playfully, fingers splayed and thumbs hooking under the waistband of his briefs as he tugs them down playfully, putting on a tiny show.

The younger hero licks his lips appreciatively at the playful little show, trailing his thumbs along the edge of Toshi's ears and cheeks, then stretching the right one out to glance across those thin lips. "Is that how it works? I thought the top of the list was those most in need..." He pulls his left hand a little lower, meeting the intense blue gaze of his inverted partner as he brushes his palm over the long sinews in Yagi's neck and shoulder, his palm twisting to start a gentle massage into that overheated skin.

The taller hero sighs happily and slides a hand into his underwear to squeeze himself slowly, his face coloring prettily. "I definitely think I'm in need, it's just up to you if you wanna give me something, I think. Anything you had in mind, love?"

Shouta watches that roving hand with interest, carefully unfolding his legs a little as he slides his other hand down the right side of Toshi's neck, bringing the fingertips of both hands together to form a gentle, makeshift collar around his partner's throat. "Hmm, well I've never been one to turn down the needy. Why don't you show me just how much you need this."

With a laugh, Toshi moves both hands to slowly strip the underwear off of his hips, using one foot to kick them off of the bed as he goes back to cup his half hard cock with one hand, the other stroking his own stomach slowly. "I can do that," he purrs, bright blue eyes never leaving Shouta's as he strokes slowly. He lifts his hand for a second and wets his palm, then smears the saliva on himself with a throaty groan.

Both eyebrows arch up into the black locks as the strip show grows in intensity, sending a sudden shudder of arousal down Shouta's spine to twist beneath his navel, pulsing stronger as he watches until his own erection starts to brush against the back of Toshi's head, forcing the younger man to pull one hand away to get a grip on it. "It looks like you're doing just fine on your own... What did you need me for?" Shouta smirks a little and reaches down under Yagi's arms to pull him up closer, trying to coax the larger man to sit in his lap.

Toshi lifts both arms and slides them behind the smaller man's head as he squirms backwards, a deep blush on his face. He keeps squirming and wriggling until he can bring his mouth up to the level of Shouta's ear to purr very softly, "Maybe I wanted you to fuck me raw, hm? I can't do that by myself. Maybe shove me face-first into the sheets and show me how much you missed me while I was sick."

"Well technically, you could, with a toy, but..." Aizawa chuckles once more, low in his throat, responding eagerly to the prompting and teasing words. "I missed you a lot." He grins and wraps one arm around Toshi's waist, pulling him in close against his chest while the other hand slides up into that golden hair with a firm grip. With these two anchor points, he holds tightly as he rolls over onto his knees to face the headboard, man-handling his partner into a submissive position before him, then slipping his hand down lower to take over where the larger one had been teasing along that heavy shaft. "I don't know about raw, perse, but if you can grab us the lube?"

With a little laugh, Toshi lets himself be manhandled, and reaches towards his nightstand with one long arm. He tugs open the drawer and fishes out the lube without needing to look for it, then shuts the drawer with the back of his wrist before extending the bottle to Shouta. "Alright alright, but don't prep me very much, I'm a little too impatient for that right now", the blonde teases with a grin, his playful tone turning to a real purr of pleasure as that hand circles around his shaft.

Shouta gives a quick little squeeze around the other hero's girth in a silent gesture of gratitude, slipping his fingers free from the wiry blond hair to take the offering. Without another word, he pops the cap open and squeezes a thick, messy trail along his own length and between Toshi's cheeks, then tosses the bottle aside. Aizawa takes a moment to spread the slick liquid around, coating himself before slipping a fingertip in briefly past that tight entrance with a deep groan of desire. "Right. Enough of that." Pulling his hand free, he grips tightly at Toshi's pelvis, his other palm squeezing and pumping slowly as he rolls his own hips in against those in front of him, mimicking that first time they'd traded places on the couch in the teacher's lounge, carefully rocking back and forth as he pushes his way into the heat of his partner's body.

With a low gasp, Toshi raises his arms to brace his palms against the headboard, helping to hold himself in place as Shouta slowly works his way in. He arches up his chest a little and tosses his head back against the pillows, his laughing teasing demeanor bleeding away into a series of soft gasps , a fresh one working up out of his throat every time that heavy shaft thrusting against him goes a little bit deeper until he lets out a loud groan as Shouta sinks the rest of the way in. Toshi laughs a little, breathlessly, while his arms tremble. "You really missed me, I can tell."

Fueled on by the delicious little noises from his partner's throat, Shouta shoves the last few inches all at once, jamming his hips in flush against Toshi's with a guttural groan of pleasure. "I missed your smile," he agrees softly, pausing for a moment to get his breathing slowed a little, reaching with his free left hand to cup that gaunt cheekbone, his right hand still stroking slowly along the length in his grasp, "I missed your spark..." Aizawa lets his left palm drift along one of Toshi's arms, gently stilling that tremble with a little squeeze before he pulls the arm back to rest before him in the small of Yagi's back, then makes a quick grab with his right hand to gather the other arm, holding those bony wrists in his left while his right wraps back around the taller man's waist, working him a little faster as he grinds in close and pushes deep into Toshi's body. "I missed your vitality. It scares me to see you without it."

The taller hero sharply gasps out a soft curse and bites his lower lip, hips rolling against his lover's hand as that sudden thrust angles to hit just the right spot. "I-I was just sick Shouta, I didn't want you to worry so much... ah..." Toshi trembles and clenches down on the cock deep inside of him as a ripple of pleasure shudders its way down his spine, his captured hands clenching into fists against his back.

Aizawa grits his teeth tightly and pushes in suddenly with his hips as the tight, responsive body beneath him squeezes around him a little tighter. His respective grips pull a little more firmly at their holds, knuckles going white around the wrists against his chest as his thumb slides playfully over Toshi's swollen glans, spreading the leaking pre around with a few swipes and another long squeeze. The whole time, the younger hero starts to give in to his baser instincts, bent nearly double over the back of his partner, until each frantic thrust into him drives the taller man's head and shoulders more forcefully into the pillows, as though he could somehow fuck the maladies away, some twisted form of protection or guardianship of the veteran hero pinned beneath him.

"Ahh... S-shouta..." The bigger man moans throatily as he clenches his eyes tightly shut, drool from his open mouth dripping onto the pillow below. He turns his head a little and grips the damp fabric in his teeth just for something to bite as he edges his legs a little farther apart, eager to feel his lover as deep inside him as possible. Toshi writhes against the pillow, trying to both thrust into that tight grasp and rock back into the rough thrusts, but the sharp electric shock of pleasure spiking through his body as the smaller man strokes against his prostate just right makes him white out a little, reducing the Number One hero to a shuddering wreck. "Shouta!"

The little moans sounding his name work their way between Shouta's ears, spurring him into an intense mindset which he gives into all too easily. Letting go of his previous hand-holds, the underground hero grips Toshi by the hips, backs away a little to pull out with a soft growl of self-restraint, and tugs firmly at one side of the bony pelvis, his quickened breathing making it a little difficult to command as well as he would like. "Turn over... on your back," he pants softly, leaning his weight forward onto his palms against the mattress, pinning the leaner man between his arms. "I need to see you..."

Toshi gives a low hiss at the sudden feeling of emptiness and lays there limply for a moment until he can reorient himself, then rolls into his back to follow the insistent tugging on his hip. He blinks almost drunkenly up at Shouta and shifts to spread his legs pliantly, reaching up to stroke his broad palms up the smaller man's chest very slowly before reaching back behind his head to tightly grip the pillow as he trembles a bit from lust, his swollen shaft resting heavily against his stomach as his blue eyes glow luminously in the dim room.

Aizawa shudders softly as his lover turns over and blinks up at him, maintaining that near-taboo eye contact he's come to crave. "There's my sunflower..." Running his palms fondly down either side of the lanky frame beneath him, Shouta slides his hands up under each of Toshi's knees and tugs them gently to either side, hooking those bony shins over his shoulders as he presses back in to rest against Yagi's rear end, testing the older hero's flexibility as he carefully searches for that slicked-up entrance and finally sinks back into it with another soft groan of pleasure. Slipping his palms back down those long legs, he wraps both fists around the straining, needy shaft pressed between the two bodies, then works himself back into an off-kilter rhythm, stroking nearly as forcefully as each hungry thrust with his hips, trying to milk his partner for pleasure before it overwhelms him entirely.

A low, soft moan tumbles out of his throat as Toshi feels that hard shaft sliding back into him, and he tries to arch his body up to meet it, his spine flexing upward as his uneven ribs press up against his skin, his wild tangle of hair grinding into the pillow under his head. He lets go of the abused pillow and reaches up with one hand to stroke his lover's face and throat with battle roughened palms, struggling a bit to maintain eye contact as he bites down hard on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. "S-shouta... ah... I can't-" He gasps loudly and jerks backward suddenly as a particularly rough thrust slams into his prostate, a throbbing pulse of pleasure racing through him like a wave. Toshi clenches his whole body tightly for a moment, his legs and thighs trembling as his toes curl and his hands digging roughly into Shouta's shoulders as he comes, spurting thickly over his stomach and Shouta's hands in messy bursts as he gasps loudly.

Too caught up in his own release, Aizawa grinds hard against the bony hero beneath him, his teeth clenched as he growls and groans and pants through his nose, letting it all go deep into Toshi's body. He holds the pose for a long moment or two as he comes back to his senses, legs trembling and fingers unclenching from the slick, twitching length as he carefully pulls out once more and sinks back to the bed, helping to lower his partner's legs back to the mattress before his strength gives out on him entirely and he lets himself fall back to the older man's left side, curling contentedly against the overly-warm skin, his own body covering that puckered starburst. "Ahh," the erasure hero sighs softly, reaching with sticky fingers to trail along the sharp angle of Toshi's jaw, pulling him gently into another kiss, "Reminds me of our first time together. Better, maybe."

Toshi pants loudly and closes his eyes, turning his head to press it against his lover's throat when he feels the younger man come close enough. He trembles a bit as he slowly comes down, and sighs against his lover's damp skin. "I think... this might have been better, just a little. First time is always special though, you always remember it, but this was... intense. Wow." He cracks open an eye and slowly kisses the sweat damp skin under his mouth for a moment, then shifts to slowly sit up. He gathers his strength and heaves his body up to wobble his way down the hallway, disappearing for a moment before coming back with a damp washcloth and two bottles of cold water. Toshi slumps back onto the bed and reaches over to fastidiously swipe the damp cloth across his lover's body, cleaning all traces of semen and sweat and lube away.

Shouta hums happily at the lips against his throat, tipping his head back a little to receive the kisses better. "Heh... I aim to please," he gloats playfully, "You only needed ask." He combs his fingers listlessly through Toshi's hair, content to rest against him, until the older hero pulls away. Aizawa grumbles softly and sits up, ready to follow along behind him as another mirror of that first morning they'd woken up together, but settles back in with a sigh when his lover returns after only a moment. "Ah, thanks." Eraserhead quickly downs one bottle as he cooperatively stretches out under the pampering, then dutifully trades, taking the cloth over Toshi's freckles and scars to give him a chance to re-hydrate. "Not too worn out, are you? We've got the rest of the night... could make a trip to my place and back."

Toshi sighs happily and drinks half of his bottle of water in one gulp, relaxing under the touch. "Hm, your place? Did you want to get more boxes or something?" He reaches over and tenderly combs back sweat damp black locks, then leans in to kiss his way across his lover's cheekbone.

"Mmhm," Shouta confirms softly as he tilts his head in to catch Toshi's lips with his own, darting his tongue in playfully to steal a little water before he pulls away with a shy little smile, "I've got all but the essentials packed away. We could finish tonight, if you're up for it. If not, we can get everything but the furniture and then finish up tomorrow."

"I'm thinking that we should just get the boxes" the older hero laughs a bit, softly, "You really gave me what I needed tonight, and my legs are still shaking." He grins a little playfully and draws a fingertip lightly down Shouta's bare chest and farther down to trace it very lightly against his lover's cock where it rests against his thigh.

"Heh, fair enough," Aizawa chuckles softly and gives a playful little kegel flex, twitching at that light touch as he pulls in closer for a firm hug. He rests like that for a long while, his nose pressed into that comforting, familiar warmth of Toshi's neck, "Though bed or no bed, I'd rather stay here tonight. I don't want to sleep there alone anymore, if it's all the same to you." He draws in a long breath and lets it out in a warm sigh against his partner's skin, pressing a kiss to the jugular before he pulls away and reluctantly starts to get dressed again. "Oh, and... remind me while we're there, I found something for you.”

Toshi rests his head in both hands as he watches his partner get dressed, very softly smiling. "I don't want to sleep alone either," he sighs almost silently, a tender smile on his face. After a moment he gets up and tugs on a long sleeved shirt and jeans, combing both hands through his flyaway golden hair.

Aizawa spends a moment fluffing out his own hair before he pulls it into a loose braid, then tucks it into the band of his goggles and piles the scarf on for good measure. Then, reaching up to assist, he cards his fingers through the slightly shorter blond locks, propped up on his tiptoes to tug Toshi's hair into a slightly neater french braid, working off the length of the bangs until it's nearly as sleek and tidy as the brushed-back style of his hero form. "Better?" Shouta smiles up at him, a subtle crease of softness crinkling his cheek scar as he jerks his head toward the door, "Let's go, your car will be enough to hold the rest. I don't have much left."

With a nod, Toshi snatches up his keys and his half empty water bottle. "You sure? I mean, it's not a huge car." He asks as they walk to the parking garage at a quick pace, the cool autumn air making their breath into little puffs in the night. The taller blonde rubs his arms through his sleeves and hurries his step, eager to get out of the cold, especially since they’d just left such a warm place.

Eraserhead runs one more quick mental calculation of his remaining inventory, comparing it to the space in the back seat. "Sure, if we can fit the both of us back there, it should be enough. If not, I'll make another trip tomorrow." He eyes the half-bottle and nudges gently against All Might's side as they walk, "You should finish that if you can. You lost a lot of fluids." He settles in once more as a passenger, taking the drive across town in relative silence, his fingers tapping gently against Toshinori's knee in rhythm with each song as it plays in the sound system. Pausing at their destination, the younger teacher glances up at the facade of the old apartment building, his lips pulling back in a little derisive sneer. "I won't miss this place. Only redeeming factor was the cheap rent."

The older blonde pauses in his act of getting out of the car to quickly down the rest of his water, tossing the bottle into a nearby trash can as he locks the car. He looks up at the building, fingers laced together behind his back. "It's not so bad. I've lived in worse. Of course, I've lived in better but honestly that lifestyle isn't for me." He shakes his head to break his meditative mood and makes his way up to Shouta's apartment door.

"Good," Shouta agrees brusquely, nodding a little as he unlocks the door to let them both in past the gloomy threshold, "I tend not to respect people who flaunt their wealth around in all facets of life. Reminds me too much of- well." He shakes his head to clear the negativity away, instead homing in on the little present he'd left out on the kitchen counter to jog his memory. Aizawa quickly swoops in to snatch it out of sight, and tucks it into a smaller inset pocket for safekeeping, saving the gift for later. "Alright, we've got the one box of books here from the living room, three more of clothes and a bag of bedding, a little crate of toiletries and cleaning supplies, and a barebones set of dishes, if you even need them. If not, the family across the hall said they'd take them." Shouta ducks into the bedroom, strips the mattress, and emerges with the full bag slung over his shoulder and one box already hoisted in his arms. "Can you grab the books? They'll be the heaviest."

"Mm I'm good on dishes, thank you," Toshi says a little absentmindedly as he shuts the front door, after checking to make sure no neighbors are in the hallway. He takes a little breath and shifts into his hero form in a little cloud of steam. "I think one trip would be faster, don't you?" He laughs and goes to collect the boxes of clothes and books, easily balancing everything and leaving just the crate for Shouta to grab.

Aizawa frowns softly and blinks as the box of clothes is plucked from his grasp, and he glances up at his muscled-up boyfriend in concern, "Don't hurt yourself over something like this, I was reluctant to even ask you to do it for the bed..." He twists his lips and looks away, heading for the kitchen once more to grab that box of plates and cups to leave outside the door across the hall. Then, with the crate of supplies tucked under his arm, he flicks the lights out and locks up once more, following All Might back out to the car. "I still need to figure out what to do with the extra couch. And your bed, once we get mine moved." He kneels on the passenger seat to set the plastic crate down in the footwell behind it, fussing for a moment to make sure the rest of the boxes are secured before he settles back into place, buckling in before he reaches back into his pocket. Fidgeting a little with the gift in one hand, he chews a little at his bottom lip and glances at Toshinori out the corner of his eye, watching him drive as they make the return trip.

All Might helps tuck the boxes into the car's backseat before hopping back into the front, looking immediately comfortable sitting in one of the Stars and Stripes seats, then sighs and releases his hero form to shift back to his normal self. "It's fine if it's just something small or like, a short time period. I think the real damage happens if I try and fight, something about all that energy torquing about in my body seems to tear me up." Toshi shrugs some, one hand on the steering wheel while he shifts the other to rest on Shouta's knee comfortably. "I won't use it when we get home, too many eyes about to see me and put two and two together. Speaking of fans...I just asked around the staff to see if anyone needed a bed, so it actually already has a home!" He deftly pulls the shiny machine into a parking space right in front of the building and looks in the back at the boxes. "Three trips, maybe?"

"Oh, well. You could do the same for the couch, then." Aizawa glances down at the hand on his knee, where he'd twined his fingers together as they drove. Seizing the opportunity, he squeezes gently before Toshi can pull away, and brings the hand up closer to his chest, slipping his fingers free to prop it up in his palm. Then, without further preamble, he brings up the little gift he'd been toying with in his other hand, and slips it onto Yagi's third finger, the smooth black tungsten sliding snugly past those long, graceful joints. Shouta strokes gently at the back of his partner's hand with his thumb as he admires the contrast of the plain band against Yagi's skin, and gives one more little squeeze before he lets go. "Three trips each should be plenty," he nods, twisting back in his seat to grab the two items he'd brought down to the car.

Toshi freezes and stares at the ring for a second, then wordlessly reaches out to cup the smaller man's face in both hands to look into his eyes. "Shouta... thank you." Tears well up in his eyes a little as he leans in to give his lover a tender kiss, threading his hands through hair the same color as the ring on his finger. "I love you."

"There's my sunflower," Shouta murmurs fondly for the second time that night, reaching to gently wipe those tears away. He meets the kiss with a crooked little smile, reminiscent of the first time Yagi had said as much, in the shower that first morning. His cheeks burning a little in those broad palms (and that small band of metal), Aizawa slips his hands under his partner's shirt to rest tender palms against those two points on Toshi's chest again. "Exactly..."

With a sigh, the tall blonde pulls away, a wistful look firmly planted on his face, and grabs out an armful of books from the backseat to haul them up to the apartment. "I'm glad you don't have much! I don't either, you noticed, but it makes it easier to make a single household rather than trying to make space for tons of things," he laughs.

Aizawa sighs softly and follows suit, heading upstairs behind Toshinori with the bag of bedding and the crate of chemicals, depositing one in the bathroom and the other in the bedroom closet. "A single household," he agrees, nodding mostly to himself, "What a refreshing change of pace... Never thought this could happen." He pauses to catch Toshi in another tight hug, his arms shaking a little as he nudges in against that bony chest, savoring the moment before moving on to make another trip. He cracks a little smile as he spies Mara out of the corner of his eye, sniffing curiously at the new additions.

Toshi leans down to press a kiss in those tangled black locks tenderly, his arms full of boxes. He smiles sweetly back at Aizawa as they part, using his knee to hold the door open. "Neither did I... but I'm glad it has."

Chapter Text

[1:07 AM] Aizawa Shouta: okay so
[1:07 AM] Aizawa Shouta: a scene
[1:07 AM] Aizawa Shouta: a vague idea for a scene
[1:08 AM] Aizawa Shouta: ...just making sure, first, when I say "scene," I'm talking in terms of roleplay? if you're familiar with and would be down for that?
[1:08 AM] All Might ✪ scratches his chin
[1:08 AM] All Might ✪: Like uh, costumes?
[1:09 AM] Aizawa Shouta: maybe, though not entirely necessary
[1:09 AM] Aizawa Shouta: at least, not physical ones
[1:09 AM] Aizawa Shouta: like mental costumes
[1:12 AM] Aizawa Shouta: is that... something you'd be interested in?
[1:13 AM] Aizawa Shouta: might be wise to have two different safewords - one for "stop doing what you're doing or there will be permanent damage" and one for "I need us to break character now"
[1:14 AM] Aizawa Shouta: which of course, could be used by either of us
[1:15 AM] All Might ✪: ...hm ...I'm trying to wrap my mind around this. So more, play acting? Sort of? And we already have two safewords, we could use mine for slow down, and yours for stop.
[1:16 AM] Aizawa Shouta: like play acting, yes. But I don't need a "slow down" word, I don't think
[1:18 AM] Aizawa Shouta: more of a "physical limits" versus "mental limits" thing... although, I do imagine it'd be hard to stay in scene either way, so never mind
[1:24 AM] All Might ✪: I'm... cautiously in favor of it... but you'd really have to show me what you mean!
[1:27 AM] Aizawa Shouta: hmm, then maybe a beginner scene
[1:28 AM] Aizawa Shouta: before the one I had in mind
[1:28 AM] Aizawa Shouta: hmmmmm...
[1:30 AM] Aizawa Shouta: okay, so here's an idea - you know how you played villain once in class?
[1:31 AM] Aizawa Shouta: what if you were to do that again, pretend to be evil
[1:32 AM] Aizawa Shouta: like if you were brainwashed or corrupted, or if things had just turned out differently - who cares about backstory it's just a "you're evil" thing
[1:32 AM] Aizawa Shouta: ...no. I can see this being a bad idea. never mind on that one.
[1:32 AM] Aizawa Shouta: damnit, I'm not the sort for creativity like this, what sounds fun to you?
[1:37 AM] All Might ✪ thinks a bit, then winces, thinking about that one time...
[1:37 AM] Aizawa Shouta: hmm?
[1:37 AM] All Might ✪: I'm nooooot totally won over!
[1:37 AM] Aizawa Shouta: what was that
[1:38 AM] Aizawa Shouta: what were you thinking of
[1:55 AM] Aizawa Shouta pokes gently
[1:56 AM] All Might ✪: Uhm
[1:56 AM] All Might ✪: The last time I kind of got a little... rough.
[1:56 AM] All Might ✪ coughs some
[1:56 AM] Aizawa Shouta nestles in against his side, “Yeah? some aspect of that was appealing to you?”
[1:58 AM] All Might ✪: Yes but I was out of hand!
[1:58 AM] Aizawa Shouta: how so
[1:58 AM] All Might ✪ sighs at himself and wraps an arm around his lover
[1:58 AM] Aizawa Shouta stretches up to smooch his cheek
[1:59 AM] All Might ✪: I didn't talk about the scene beforehand, I expected way too much by throwing something at you that was aggressive, and I had a meltdown when it backfired.
[1:59 AM] All Might ✪: No one's fault but my own.
[1:59 AM] Aizawa Shouta: well, talking beforehand is definitely a good idea
[1:59 AM] Aizawa Shouta: that's what we're doing now
[2:00 AM] Aizawa Shouta: so... if we had discussed it beforehand, what would you have said?
[2:05 AM] All Might ✪: Well, yes of course, but I had already said yes. It was just my fault that I wasn't listening to you saying no.
[2:05 AM] All Might ✪ rubs his wrist meditatively and stares at the wall a bit
[2:05 AM] Aizawa Shouta: huh? what are you talking about...
[2:06 AM] Aizawa Shouta reaches to take both of Toshi's hands and holds them firmly
[2:07 AM] All Might ✪: I really made a mess of things. Even though we managed well enough in the end, I still feel... shame, and regret, for bungling it so badly.
[2:07 AM] All Might ✪ sighs softly.
[2:07 AM] Aizawa Shouta: wait wait, do you mean when you were using your quirk, or when you stole my key?
[2:08 AM] All Might ✪: The time I stole your key, and you handcuffed me after.
[2:09 AM] Aizawa Shouta: I only did because you told me you needed it
[2:10 AM] All Might ✪: I did! I don't regret that.
[2:10 AM] All Might ✪: I regret getting us into that situation in the first place. I'd still be interested in... trying it again, I suppose, but with a lot more planning?
[2:11 AM] Aizawa Shouta: okay, we can work with that
[2:11 AM] Aizawa Shouta: it almost seemed as though you were setting up a scene, with the fancy clothes and fancy dinner
[2:12 AM] Aizawa Shouta: maybe we could take it a step further, hmm?
[2:13 AM] Aizawa Shouta: so if that was your costume, what were you trying to portray?
[2:14 AM] All Might ✪ tilts his head some, suddenly understanding where this is going. “You're thinking of... villain play, aren't you.”
[2:15 AM] All Might ✪: That's not initially what I had intended, but I think with very little effort it could be seen like that.
[2:15 AM] Aizawa Shouta: maybe! that's one option of several
[2:15 AM] Aizawa Shouta: what had you intended?
[2:17 AM] All Might ✪: Some basic intimidation, honestly! It's easier to kneel at the feet of a well dressed man than one wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt.
[2:17 AM] Aizawa Shouta: maybe easier for some, I wouldn't say that's true for me
[2:17 AM] Aizawa Shouta: kind of had that instinct overplayed upon at a young age
[2:17 AM] Aizawa Shouta: I grew out of it
[2:18 AM] All Might ✪: Yes, I can see that.
[2:18 AM] All Might ✪: Which I would have known had we talked about the scene beforehand.
[2:18 AM] Aizawa Shouta: mhm
[2:19 AM] Aizawa Shouta: okay, so some intimidation, tell me more about that
[2:19 AM] Aizawa Shouta: you wanted to see me kneeling at your feet
[2:19 AM] Aizawa Shouta: serving? begging? worshipping?? afraid?
[2:19 AM] All Might ✪: Blindfolded.
[2:20 AM] Aizawa Shouta: if I'm blind, then what was the point of the fancy clothes...
[2:20 AM] Aizawa Shouta: not important, keep going,
[2:20 AM] All Might ✪: I... ah...
[2:21 AM] Aizawa Shouta: you wanted me blindfolded and kneeling, as in... receiving whatever you wanted to do to me, is that right?
[2:21 AM] Aizawa Shouta: a tool or a toy for your pleasure and amusement? or... something else?
[2:22 AM] All Might ✪ clenches his fists.
[2:23 AM] Aizawa Shouta squeezes at his wrists a little, then pulls one hand a little lower to stroke slowly over that tungsten ring
[2:23 AM] Aizawa Shouta: go on, tell me
[2:23 AM] All Might ✪: If I wanted this in the heat of a moment, I should be able to talk about it when I'm cooled off. Dammit.
[2:23 AM] Aizawa Shouta: that's the idea
[2:24 AM] Aizawa Shouta: you had mentioned wanting to learn my limits, if I recall?
[2:24 AM] All Might ✪: Hang on, let me gather my thoughts.
[2:24 AM] Aizawa Shouta: sure
[2:25 AM] Aizawa Shouta crawls into his lap and rests his chin on that collarbone again, nestled up under Toshi's jawline with a firm hug around his middle
[2:26 AM] All Might ✪ laces his hands together and props his chin on his intertwined fingers, thinking furiously, his arms wrapped around the smaller man.
[2:26 AM] All Might ✪: I... would say a sub, but I think this goes deeper.
[2:26 AM] All Might ✪: Deeper than a pet.
[2:26 AM] Aizawa Shouta: mhm, lots of different types of subs
[2:26 AM] Aizawa Shouta: a slave?
[2:26 AM] Aizawa Shouta: a thrall?
[2:26 AM] All Might ✪: Nn.
[2:27 AM] Aizawa Shouta: a trophy?
[2:27 AM] All Might ✪: A... victim? Not a victim... a...
[2:27 AM] All Might ✪: A hostage implies weakness...
[2:28 AM] Aizawa Shouta: something to be broken, yes?
[2:28 AM] All Might ✪ winces a little, but considers it.
[2:29 AM] Aizawa Shouta: I am reminded somehow of The Last Unicorn, though it's been so long now that I could be mis-remembering
[2:29 AM] Aizawa Shouta: a cryptid, perhaps, trapped in human form, but captured and sold to the highest bidder
[2:29 AM] All Might ✪: I'm struggling to think of this word
[2:29 AM] Aizawa Shouta: with a strong will and a streak of independence
[2:29 AM] Aizawa Shouta: which you are determined to make yours
[2:30 AM] Aizawa Shouta: by any means necessary
[2:30 AM] All Might ✪: ...yes.
[2:31 AM] Aizawa Shouta grins and tips his head up to nibble at Toshinori's chin, “Sounds like we have ourselves a scene.”
[2:33 AM] Aizawa Shouta: what say... you "win" if you convince me to let you use your quirk
[2:33 AM] All Might ✪: I would just be happier... if I could make you beg.
[2:34 AM] Aizawa Shouta nods and blinks slowly, “I'm sure we could work our way there.”
[2:34 AM] Aizawa Shouta: depending on what you're withholding
[2:35 AM] All Might ✪: Maybe, letting you come while you're covered in mine.
[2:35 AM] All Might ✪: Maybe milking, maybe edging. I know you mentioned that, and I did consider it!
[2:35 AM] Aizawa Shouta: ooh, would be interested to see how that plays out in-scene
[2:36 AM] Aizawa Shouta: gosh, this sort of thing could go on for days if I were writing it as a fiction
[2:36 AM] All Might ✪: Heh.
[2:36 AM] Aizawa Shouta slips his palms up the back of Toshi's shirt and presses his lips against the warm skin of his neck with a soft, contented sigh
[2:37 AM] Aizawa Shouta: yesss, this could definitely be fun
[2:37 AM] All Might ✪: Yes but.
[2:38 AM] All Might ✪: Did you want to use your normal safeword to stop?
[2:38 AM] All Might ✪: I mean, to stop completely.
[2:39 AM] Aizawa Shouta: lotus? I can't think of any reason it would come up in this scene, so yes, it should work
[2:40 AM] All Might ✪: I need to feel secure with a safegaurd, okay?
[2:40 AM] Aizawa Shouta: did you want to take this into dub-con territory, like right off the bat? or more of a coercion?
[2:42 AM] All Might ✪: More of a coercion thing, maybe.
[2:43 AM] Aizawa Shouta: one would be "I'm going to take what I want until you're too tired to fight me" whereas the other would be "I am going to warp your mind and break your spirit until you want me to fuck you"
[2:43 AM] All Might ✪: Do you understand? I want you to be safe. I need you to be safe. I can't relax into this... this kind of rough play without being able to trust in that line of defense.
[2:44 AM] Aizawa Shouta: I know, sunflower ❤︎
[2:44 AM] All Might ✪ grips Aizawa's shoulders roughly with both hands. “You have to understand how much you mean to me.”
[2:46 AM] All Might ✪: Do you.
[2:46 AM] Aizawa Shouta falls still and pulls back a little to meet his eyes, expression solemn, “How could I not?”
[2:48 AM] All Might ✪ stares searchingly into his partner's eyes for a few long moments, then enfolds him in a tight hug.
[2:49 AM] Aizawa Shouta: returns the hug just as tightly, nose pressed in firmly against his neck
[2:50 AM] All Might ✪ sighs and relaxes marginally, then lets go.
[2:50 AM] All Might ✪: To answer your question, the second option. I wouldn't want to just... take, right off the bat.
[2:51 AM] Aizawa Shouta nods gently and hums a soft confirmation, still holding on around Toshi's chest
[2:52 AM] All Might ✪ leans down slightly and rests his cheek on tangled black curls, one hand stroking the nape of his love's neck, the other resting on his back.
[2:53 AM] Aizawa Shouta sighs contentedly and rests his chin on his partner's shoulder, letting his eyes sink shut as he slips his hands up under that shirt again, palms splayed across his back
[2:53 AM] Aizawa Shouta: You should start with me already in handcuffs and a blindfold, I think
[2:53 AM] Aizawa Shouta: bought and sold in bondage
[2:54 AM] All Might ✪ laughs some into Aizawa's hair as he closes his eyes.
[2:55 AM] All Might ✪: Yes, because who would want such a bad tempered slave but me.
[2:55 AM] Aizawa Shouta: hmmm? who said I was bad-tempered? maybe I'm just... prideful
[2:56 AM] All Might ✪: Maybe, but I got you for cheap because you got your pretty face wrecked in a fight.
[2:56 AM] Aizawa Shouta: what! cheap?!?
[2:57 AM] All Might ✪ lightly touches the deep scar on Aizawa's face with one finger.
[2:57 AM] All Might ✪: I like it.
[2:57 AM] Aizawa Shouta: battle scars are nothing to lessen a price for
[2:57 AM] All Might ✪: Makes you look tough.
[2:57 AM] Aizawa Shouta: I am tough
[2:58 AM] All Might ✪: You are tough.
[2:58 AM] Aizawa Shouta: “Then what makes you think you can hold me?” He pulls back a little to flash a toothy grin
[2:58 AM] All Might ✪ laughs and leans down to gives Aizawa a soft kiss, lightly stroking his hair with one hand.
[2:59 AM] Aizawa Shouta melts and chuckles softly, leaning into the touch with a deep hum, “Not tonight, then, huh?”
[3:00 AM] All Might ✪: Oh, we could start tonight, but I wouldn't say I'd be there until you were blindfolded.
[3:00 AM] All Might ✪: Even cuffed, you're still you, if that makes sense, but once I can't see your eyes it's like you're someone else.
[3:01 AM] Aizawa Shouta: ahh, interesting
[3:01 AM] Aizawa Shouta: would you need for the whole scene to be blind? or just the beginning?
[3:01 AM] All Might ✪: Just the beginning, just to get in the mood for it.
[3:01 AM] Aizawa Shouta: works for me
[3:02 AM] All Might ✪: Well... I'm going to go change. You... you're going to go strip for me and sit on the edge of the bed. Take the handcuffs and blindfold OUT but don't put them on.
[3:03 AM] All Might ✪ strokes a slow hand down his lover's neck and gives him a deep, sincere kiss before pulling away.
[3:04 AM] Aizawa Shouta smiles against his lips and licks fleetingly at his teeth, fingertips dragging down his ribs as he retreats, following the movement with his eyes
[3:04 AM] Aizawa Shouta: so, just making sure, we'll be working some fantasy elements into this, right? a little magic here and there? nothing some people's quirks can't already do, I'm sure
[3:06 AM] All Might ✪: We can if you like to, I'm comfortable either way since you've seen me essentially quirkless with some brief interludes.
[3:06 AM] All Might ✪ takes his shirt off as he walks, tidily folding it.

"Hmmm..." Aizawa bites his lip a little as he builds a bit of a backstory in his head, zoning out as he stands and drapes his scarf around one poster of the relocated bed. Almost on autopilot, he strips out of his uniform, hangs the utility belt in the closet, tosses his clothes into the hamper, and goes fishing through the supplies he'd made space for in Toshinori's dresser. Then he clambers up to sit on the edge of the mattress, feet propped up on the little bench at the foot of the bed, and sets the silk kerchief and aluminum cuffs beside himself. Shouta takes a deep breath, letting his eyes sink shut as he centers himself and plans out a few more details, peeking only when a little weight at his side is followed by the brush of whiskers and a wet little nose. "Ah, hello there, princess. Come to help me get in character?" Knocked out of the zone a little, Aizawa smiles fondly and pulls Mara carefully into his lap, stroking down her back as he waits for Toshinori to return.

"Fantasy... fantasy..." a faint mutter can be heard from Toshi's closet as he hunts through his clothing for something appropriate, then he makes a soft "ah-hah" noise. After a few moments he reappears, clad in a very fine dark silk hakama and knee length kimono, deeply embroidered with white lilies and bound with green tassels. He brushes a hand over it, straightens thoughtfully to his full height and clasps his hands together, slowly walking the short distance to their shared bed. Toshi can't help but smile a bit at the pretty picture, his feline unwittingly covering the more interesting bits of his lover's body. "How lovely," he smiles and reaches for the handcuffs with one hand, the other reaching to lift one of Aizawa's wrists up so he can fasten a cuff securely. He kisses that palm, then repeats the process for the other hand before gently removing his cat and politely shutting her out of the bedroom.

Shouta glances up at the compliment, and meets Toshi's gaze with a wry little smile. "You're looking pretty stunning yourself, sunflower," he purrs playfully, still slowly rubbing at Mara's ears until his hands are pulled away and tenderly captured. He strokes his thumbs in turn across each sharp cheekbone instead, shivering a little as the velvet lining does little to cushion the cold metal fastening around his wrists, and even less to quell his eager anticipation of exploring this more deeply-hidden side of the Symbol of Peace. Aizawa silently mourns the loss of the ginger, as she had struck him with a sudden bout of inspiration and would have done wonders for his image. He sighs and folds his hands in his lap, letting his eyes sink shut while Toshi has his back turned. "Ready when you are."

Toshi turns and surveys Aizawa for a long moment, then steps closer to link those cuffs together behind his back with a soft metallic chink. "Thank you for the compliment Shouta, but I wonder if you should have seen the getup before we got into this scene?" The tall blonde laughs a little and picks up the blindfold, pausing for a moment before gently tying it over Shouta's eyes. "Okay, tell me if that's too loose," Toshi mutters as he runs his fingers under the edge, testing to make sure it's not too tight before sliding off the bed to go to the closet to find a slim little box he shoved in there weeks ago. After a moment he grins and closes his hands on it, returning to Aizawa's side and gently touching his chest with one hand. "Are you still okay? I have a little gift for you."

"You're the one who said not to put on the blindfold," Aizawa arches one eyebrow at him in amusement, having wondered about the same thing, but he's following Toshi's lead on this one. He twists his wrists in the cuffs and lifts his arms a little, testing the restraint briefly as he leans into the large hand against his face, nudging gently with a soft little kiss as those fingers pull away. "I'm fine," he reassures softly, crossing his ankles on the bench as he leans back a little, straightening up his posture with rigid shoulders. "What kind of gift?" He tilts his head a little, jaw jutting up and to the side as he puts on airs of grace and pride, already starting to sink into the role, ready to respond at the first indication.

"Oh don't be like that, pet," Toshi croons softly as a rustle can be heard and presently a thick leather band slides itself around the slim muscled column of Aizawa's throat. The tall blonde leans in very close as he securely buckles the handsome collar around his new slave, hands resting loosely on the man's shoulders for a moment as he admires the way the bindings make Aizawa look. He reaches up and pulls lightly on the ring attached to the collar, tugging the collar and the man forward delicately. "It's very handsome on you! I need to make sure everyone who sees you knows where you belong."

"I am nobody's pet!" Aizawa breaks into a snarl, the scar on his cheek stretching a little painfully as he bares his teeth. "I belong to nobody but myself, how dare you, you-" He freezes and cuts off his words, then twists his head at an awkward angle, as though straining to take the collar off with naught but his teeth, wrists jerking at the cuffs behind his back. "I don't know what sorcery you've cast to keep me from going back to my natural form..." He pouts a little and leans his head forward, sniffing the air delicately as he follows his partner's motions as best he can blindly. "You're not the same hunter who defeated me. Whom am I addressing, human?"

Toshinori leans back a little out of the way of those teeth, a smile curling its way across his face. He reaches for the collar and slides two fingers under it then yanks it upward to almost lift the dark-haired man up but pauses at the last moment, his two knuckles digging sharply into the soft skin at the top of Aizawa's throat in warning. "Oh I don't think you deserve to call me anything but Master for now. Maybe if you've been good, I'll let you know my name." The blonde chuckles darkly and relaxes his grip, sliding his hand out from under the collar to caress both hands up and down the muscled body in front of him.

The younger hero is a little taken by surprise at the sudden, aggressive grip to the collar; it sends a little spike of adrenaline and desire shooting down his spine, and he squirms in place a little, trying to mask the way his body so easily goes pliant at that commanding grip, slumping back onto the mattress as Toshi releases him. "Master? Pfeh." Aizawa scoffs a little, and catches himself about to spit at Toshi's feet, instead plastering an overdone sneer across his features. "The day a king of cats ever bows before a human will be a dark day indeed." Shouta shivers a little as the familiar warmth and calloused touch of his lover's hands presses into his skin, trying to tamp down on his sentimentality to see this through fresh 'eyes.' He grows tense and tries to jerk away from the touch, his voice growing a little less distant even as he tries to lay on the opposite mindset, "What do you think you're doing, human? Get your hands off me, you'll dirty my-" He pauses mid-sentence, then bites his lip and lets his head hang a little, muttering softly, "I miss my fur. You should have seen it, black on black and shining like the night sky never could... But no, you've trapped me in this blunt, awkward form, and to what end?"

"You don't know much about bodies or you'd know that this body is an instrument for pleasure. How could I not want you? Your eyes are like jet, your hair is like onyx, the veins under your skin flash blue when you breathe..." Toshi lets out a harsh breath and leans in to kiss the hollow of his lover's throat, silently stemming his tide of compliments towards the man he loves. Instead he slides a hand further downwards to teasingly cup Shouta's half hard cock, lightly squeezing and rubbing his thumb across the head slowly. "You asked me why? I fully intend to show you. I intend to make you BEG me for release, and then I'll make you mine." He growls very softly and bites down on the soft skin under his mouth hard, leaving a sharp love mark as he firmly strokes the shaft cupped in his hand.

"Pleasure... ? Is that why I'm here? You think you can turn a powerful king into some mewling kitten, just by- ah..." Shouta bites back on the soft cry of pleasure as those fingers tease between his legs, squirming a little more against the comforter as he battles between the urge of the touch-hungry teacher to arch up into his partner's palm, and the urge of the role he's adopted, to cross his legs or jerk away. Landing somewhere in the middle, he leans back with his knuckles against the mattress as his feet shift on the bench, letting his thighs part a few inches. "You'd best mind your fingers, human, lest my barbs catch- or are those gone now, too..." Aizawa sighs softly, his head unintentionally tipping to make room for the lips hovering above the edge of his collar, until that hard bite forces a pained moan from his throat, and his whole body tenses as stars fire off behind his closed eyelids.

With a little grin, Toshi kisses a path down Aizawa's chest, lightly catching one nipple in his teeth and gently rolling it back and forth as his hand strokes. He splays his free hand across the width of the smaller man's bared stomach, sucking and nipping on the bud in his mouth until it stiffens, then pulls back to admire his work. "I don't think I'll have to work very hard to make you mewl, you seem to already be purring. Your body is definitely already interested." The tall blond smirks and leans in to suckle on the other nipple, tugging with his teeth until both are flushed red and stiff. He slides his free hand up his lover's body to lightly flick one, nails grazing. "See how nice that feels? I'm going to make your whole body feel like this... I heard it's the only way to break one of your kind, push you over and over until you beg for me to let you come."

Aizawa arches wantonly into the kissing, his voice rumbling deep in his chest as he puts on his best purring impression, his lips tugging upwards at the corners in a little smirk of delight, "In this body or my real one, I'm no stranger to being pleasured... Many in my court know well how to curry favor, or how to grow our numbers." Shouta sighs languidly and lounges in the attention, letting his feet spread apart a little more as he rests more of his weight on his knuckles, starting to wish for his hands free, "But from what I gather, you seek neither. What's in it for you?" He writhes slowly atop the comforter, tentatively rolling his hips up to meet Toshi's hand. "Not that I'm complaining, either way..."

The taller man smiles and pushes his free hand down on Aizawa's throat, pressing until he's firmly captured against the bedspread while he squeezes at the shaft in his hand a little roughly. Toshi lightly presses on the vulnerable skin beneath his hands as he replies, "What do I get? Aside from seeing such a lovely man spread out on my bed, I get to put the King of Cats beneath my boot. You're too full of yourself, your majesty, and I intend to show you the error of your ways." He shifts the hand on his lover's throat upwards to tug the long trailing tie of the blindfold, pulling the black silk away with a quiet hiss.

Forced to lie back upon the mattress, Aizawa balls his hands into fists and tucks them neatly into the small of his back, trying not to put his arms to sleep by resting his weight on them. He gasps as that hand on his throat applies pressure, sinking him further into the comforter until his breath grows a little shorter and his cheeks burn brightly, the sensation sending a huge jolt of arousal through his body even as he twists and squirms to escape the choke-hold, keeping in character all the while. "What you may see as ego, human, is-" Shouta pauses to cough a little, sucking in a breath before he grits his teeth in a fierce snarl, "Confidence long since earned. I've held my title for centuries, mortal, destined by blood and defended by tooth and by claw. The only error here was growing lax enough to be captured by the likes of your kind." He spits his words out a little breathlessly, lying limply to catch a few ragged, heaving gulps of air as that hand pulls away, the other between his legs nearly forgotten. Blinking in surprise against the sudden light, Aizawa does his best to prop himself up, or at least lift his head, glancing around to catch sight of Toshinori. "Fool," he smirks, his hair starting to drift upward around him as he powers up his quirk, "Say goodbye to your 'pet' and your nasty trap spell." Dark eyes flash red as Shouta trains his stare on his partner, unsure whether the other hero would feel anything at all, in this powered-down form.

Toshinori lays beside the captured man with a smug grin, his head resting in the palm of one of his broad hands. "Oh you are as lovely as they said," he murmurs, sweeping his gaze up and down the man's bare body, "and just as proud, to boot. Tied down, and all you can do is manage to spit and snarl at me." The tall blonde shivers in pleasure as the force of the quirk washes over him, once again feeling like a snapped rubber band over his whole body. "Aaaahh, best of luck, pet. The spell isn't mine, and your fabled talent does nothing to me, so long as I'm not the one using any magic on you. I don't intend to give you such an opening." He chuckles and uses both hands to carefully turn his love over to rest on his stomach, being gentle about the stiff erection trapped against the sheets. He carefully wedges pillows under Shouta's head and chest so that he can lay comfortably, then reaches down and roughly grips his ass in both hands.

That red-eyed glare follows Toshinori all the way down to the bed, with Shouta's whole body tensed as though he expects to be able to run at any moment. Only at the taunting words does he blink again in surprise and suspicion, his hair falling back around his neck and shoulders. "Not yours? Then who-" Putting on a show of growing panic, Aizawa glances around the room quickly, "Who else is here? Show yourself, and release me!!" He thrashes and kicks at the bed, jerking his head in a useless flash of teeth as those large, calloused hands draw near, guiding his body without coming into reach of his only remaining weapon. "What..." Shouta lets his body go a little more pliant, rolling with the fingers against his skin to gladly get his arms out from under him, as he braces his neck against the pillows and draws his knees up under his chest, intending to get himself upright once more, until those hands on his rear squeeze firmly and bring another flush of heat to his face, "What are you doing now?"

The tall blonde can't resist a few fond kisses against his lover's spine, tender and gentle, but he pulls back and resumes his character swiftly. He swiftly shucks the lily embroidered kimono, laying it across the bench at the foot of the bed, then leans forward to press one hand against Aizawa's lower back firmly, holding him down. "If you lay still and be good, I'll release your hands. If you can't manage that, then I'll tie your legs to either post and just take what I want from you anyways." He leans down and presses his whole body against the smaller man's back, all silk and bony hardness, his free hand sneaking under Aizawa's belly to resume stroking his cock slowly, precum already dripping onto his fingers. "My, someone likes to be handled roughly!"

"What you want... ?" Aizawa smirks a little in anticipation, but quickly quells the urge with a bite to his lip before he twists his head back to try to catch All Might in the corner of his eye, "To put me under your boot? Hmm..." He tilts his jaw in a show of contemplation and sly cunning, "Release me, then, I'll be... 'good,' as you say." Shouta turns his head back to bury his face in the pillow, otherwise lying still as instructed, though his legs remain tensed beneath him, quadriceps coiled and powerful even as that lanky arm works its way between them and teases enticingly along his length. The younger hero can't help but whimper softly at the tender touch, his brain struggling to process the mixed signals as he unwittingly ruts a few times into that rough, tantalizing palm.

Toshi stills a bit at the sound of that whimper and surveys his lover carefully, then nods a little to himself and slides right back into his role. "That doesn't sound like you're actually planning on being good, pet," he clicks his tongue in admonishment and reaches for the scarf looped around one bedpost with one hand while his other hand never slows in its playful stroking. He pulls on a long end until it won't pull farther, wrapped tightly around the first post, then secures it around each ankle swiftly before using both hands to tie to the other post. He sits back with his one hand on his hip and grins. "There now, I hope you're comfortable," Toshi laughs a little as he licks the precum off of his fingers slowly, pleased at how neatly the scarf is holding Shouta's legs widely apart.

Shouta could, of course, use his secondary ability to loosen the bindings from his ankles, and for half a moment, he considers it. But there's something particularly humiliating about being tied down with his own scarf, which is practically an extension of his own body by now, after more than a decade of relying on it for his livelihood. His face feels hot enough that it should be steaming by this point, and he twists his head, neck, and shoulders to seek out Toshi's eyes again, his tongue fleeting over his lips as his voice grows rough with desire. "I suppose you're not as foolish as I first thought... Your preparations leave me little room to fight." He squirms a little in place, unable to even turn over fully onto his side, with his feet pulled wide like that. "My claws and teeth are blunted, my power cannot free me, and I know not where I am... Perhaps one of my court has tracked me, if they even know I still live..." Aizawa takes a long, shuddering breath and hangs his head, slowly turning back over to rest his shoulders squarely on the pillow, chin digging into the mattress. "I pose no threat to you. If you truly wish for my comfort, then make good on your word and free my arms. Or at least... Let them be bound in some other way; my shoulders grow weary."

The taller man frowns in consternation and quickly slides off the bed to search through the nightstand drawer, digging out a length of purple rope and tying one end to the ring on the left handcuff before looping it up and over the left upper bedpost. "My apologies, let's see if we can ease that strain." He says this as he walks around the bed to the other side, pulling the rope in front of the headboard and around the upper right bedpost. Toshi gathers the rope in one hand and unclasps the link between the handcuffs with the other, grasping at the unbound hand while he smoothly pulls on the rope, forcing Aizawa to extend his left arm. The tall man pulls his lover's right arm straight as well and ties the rope to the cuff tightly. "There," he grins to the man bound spread eagle on their bed, "Very nice." Toshi leans in and gives his lover's shoulders a slow firm massage for a moment, then slides both hands down his back roughly, scraping his nails hard on either side of the gruff man's spine.

Eraserhead breathes a sigh of relief as that chain comes undone, releasing the strain from his left arm momentarily as his right arm is grappled into place. He strains a little against the rope as it's tied, trying to gain as much slack in it as possible, before he collapses limply against the bed again with a soft, breathy groan, halfway between frustration, relief, and defeat. "No... I suppose it would be too much to ask to have my arms unbound entirely." Shouta lazily turns his head to try to follow Toshinori with his eyes, lids halfway lowered with suspicion as the older hero settles in at his side, but they widen a little in surprise at the tender touch of a massage. "Mmm," the would-be cat king smirks and tries his best to purr again, "Thank you. It's not as comfortable as freedom, of course, but... that does help." Nearly melting into the comforter for a moment, Aizawa lets his legs finally start to relax, his eyes drifting shut from the pampering as his hips slowly sway a little from side to side as though emulating the docile wave of a cat's tail. When those nails rake down his back, though, he springs into action, eyes flying wide again as all four limbs jerk hard against their restraints, the sudden switch from pleasure to pain drawing an unpleasant yowl from Shouta's throat. "What was that for?!?"

Toshi adjusts his position behind his lover to lay down against his back, his torso firmly nestled against Aizawa's spine as he grips the smaller man's ass with both hands and nuzzles the nape of his neck. "I wanted to leave my mark on you. You have so many scars, surely a few more won't matter." He shifts away, sliding his tongue down those scratches to wetly soothe them, covering the raised welts with his mouth as he sweeps his tongue against the abused flesh. The tall blonde works his way down the trail he’d made to lightly kiss Aizawa's lower back, before pulling both his mouth and hands away. Some rustling can be heard, and shortly a plastic snapping sound, then Toshi leans forward to watch his partner's reaction with an excited expression as he drips lube directly onto Shouta's tightly clenched hole from the bottle he'd retrieved earlier when he’d picked up the rope.

The bound captive tenses a little at the warm breath against his neck, and for a second Aizawa could swear Toshinori was about to scruff him, and the mental image sends a surprise shudder of excitement down his frame. But no, the taller man pulls back to tease some more, and Shouta slouches a little beneath him, huffing softly in indignation, "Won't matter? Each of my scars is a story, human, a bookmark in the decades of time, a trophy of victory over those who oppose me. This..." He hoists his wrists up, showing the shackles for emphasis, "This is a defeat. And not even an honorable one. I should be dead, not collecting more marks." Aizawa sighs and shoves his forehead into a pillow, fingertips curling into the comforter as he shivers a little in the air left behind when Toshi pulls away to leave him exposed. Then suddenly, the cold fluid dripping down against his skin forces him to jerk upwards again, reflexively yanking his hips away from the sensation as best he can. "I am clean, I assure you!" The black-haired hero turns to snap over his shoulder, eyes burning with an intensity unrelated to his quirk, "There is no need to pour frigid water on me!" Shouta can't quite keep the smirk from his lips or the slight tinge of jest from his tone, trying to imagine a wild creature's first experience with the extravagancies of civilization, and all the fun tools it would have to offer... like lube.

The taller man chuckles softly and sets the bottle aside as he rubs the thick goo in with his fingers, warming it up and getting the both of them very slick in the process. "Oh, this isn't water, I wouldn't dare dump that on you. This is so much better." Toshi laughs breathlessly and slides two fingers into Shouta's body, pressing deeply until he can feel the smaller man's prostate. He lightly rubs it for a moment, then strokes it firmly in little circles while he kisses and nips at the bared skin on Shouta's lower back, pausing to suck hard enough to leave dark love bruises. "There my pet, isn't that nicer than water? It makes you all slick and smooth so that this," the tall blonde shifts his hand to press his long fingers in as deeply as he can for a moment, holding them in place, before going back to rubbing at that spot firmly, "is so much nicer than you're used to. Just think of how nice this will feel when I'm actually mounting you."

A loud, indignant gasp hisses out from Shouta's throat and he clenches his teeth, about to spit out another string of protests, until those expert fingers hone in on the point of pleasure buried within his depths, forcing a loud moan to follow instead. The more Aizawa wraps himself in this persona, the more his usual quiet restraint and neutral stoicism are replaced with wild abandon and shameless enjoyment, leaving the younger man quite a bit more vocal than he would have allowed himself to be otherwise. "Ohhhh~" Shouta practically melts as those fingers press into him, "What... what sorcery is this... Has that been in this body all along, or did you do something... ? Mmm..." He turns back to face the headboard again, grasping at the pillow between bound hands as he happily nudges his face into it, hips rocking back to meet Toshi's hand eagerly. The larger man's next words are nearly lost on him, as focused as he is on the fingertips milking him for pleasure, but gradually he lifts his head again and blinks, "Wait, mount? Like a female? I'm not-" He flexes and squeezes around the careful fingers, "I don't-" Shouta turns back to try to meet Toshi's eyes, "You... you would rip me apart so cruelly?"

Toshi pauses for a split second in surprise at the sound of those loud moans, not used to his lover being so vocal, but then he grins at the back of Shouta's head as he more forcefully rubs his long fingers against that spot. He smoothes his free hand over his lover's bare skin teasingly, lightly scraping nails along the insides of his bound thighs and delicately palming his sac. "I thought you knew about bodies, pet, since your kind switches out of them constantly. Or maybe you've never had the pleasure of being with another male? I assure you, there would be no ripping, unless you mean ripping the moans out of your throat while I fuck you." The blonde man laughs a little to himself as he intimately strokes his lover's body, his fingers and palm touching all the right spots teasingly. He leans down and plants soft loving kisses in the small of Shouta's back even as he thrusts his fingers in and out roughly, adding a third finger after a moment to help stroke against that tender spot.

"We -ah-... we fashion disguises, that doesn't mean we spend much time in them," Shouta hangs his head and mutters softly, his hair draped onto the pillow as his eyelids squeeze shut against the building pleasure, "I suppose, if you're as smooth and barb-less as I am in this form, then... perhaps it... might be nice," he admits in a show of shallowing reluctance, his hips still pushing back into Toshi's hands as he rocks back for more pleasure and stimulation. Then suddenly, it's added, as that third finger pushes in to stretch him wider, and this temporary lift of Aizawa's usual restraint sends the full brunt of that shock of pleasure shooting straight up his spine. The younger teacher shifts his feet back a few inches as he nearly falls into Toshinori's lap, lunging with his head to bite the pillow as a quick muffle against the loud, shuddering groan forced out of him as he makes a new mess atop the fresh comforter and Yagi's palm, his body giving way all too easily.

With a soft murmur Toshi stills the fingers still deep inside his lover's body and reaches up with his other hand to lightly comb his fingers through the black hair, brushing it away from the sweat-damp skin across Aizawa's shoulders. He waits patiently, pressing little kisses here and there before leaning up to softly growl in the smaller man's ear, both tender and threatening at the same time. "I think you can do better for me, don't you, pet?" He slides his fingers back in with a sticky sound and resumes thrusting them up against that tender area even as he feels Aizawa's body still shivering underneath his hands. With his free hand he hooks his fingers under the band of the collar still snug around Aizawa's throat and tugs backwards, forcing the smaller man to lift his head and arch his back to be able to breathe around the pressure. "How's this, still comfortable?" the blonde asks in playful dulcet tones, careful to make sure his lover still has enough space to breathe properly.

Aizawa leans slightly into the tender touches to his shoulders and neck, letting go of his bite to pant raggedly, catching his breath as his legs tremble below him and threaten to give out, slowly slipping further back toward the bed-posts they're tied to. He twitches in surprise at the deep voice in his ear, mind in a bit of a fog from the afterglow and the strain of trying to keep in character through it all, his own voice coming out a little hoarse and gravelly, "Huh?... better?" Then those large, graceful hands are moving again, the combination of their overstimulation and rough yanking at his neck enough to shock Shouta into biting his lip accidentally as his teeth snap shut, drawing blood as he gasps and coughs and tries to prop himself up on his elbows to relieve the tight pressure on his trachea, his wrists yanking hard against the cuffs as the headboard creaks from the sudden pull of rope.

Toshi notices the flinch and immediately eases up on his grip on the collar with a slight wince, and leans into kiss his throat gently in apology, despite the fact that his fingers never stop teasingly fucking into the smaller man. He moves his free hand to cup the front of Aizawa's throat, rubbing it a bit tenderly with his thumb before sliding downwards to pinch at his nipples gently. He tries every trick he knows to keep the gruff man excited, from suckling on his earlobes to lightly scratching his skin to lapping at the tender skin behind one ear with his tongue, everything except for actually touching Shouta's cock. Toshi reaches up and unties one handcuff so his lover has a bit more leverage to move, the rope sliding slackly through the opposing handcuff's metal ring.

Still reflexively tipping his head to one side to make room for the lips against his neck, Shouta hardly reacts at all to the rest of the teasing touches, his face burning red as he tries to focus on evening out his breathing, and not on the unnerving combination of pleasure and pain from the fingertips still working into him. As the oxygen returns to his system, so too does the capacity for mind games, and he gradually grows more responsive, even going so far as to nudge gently against Toshi's cheek when the older man ducks in to tease at his temple. Then, finally, that rope comes loose and he pulls his hands in against his chest with a little whimper of relief. Slowly and carefully enough not to dislodge that hand from its warm, slick claim, Aizawa pushes himself upright on his haunches, leaning back against Toshi's chest for a bit more contact as he plucks the knot loose and pulls the rope out of the other cuff, then takes a moment to gingerly rub at where the metal had jarred and scraped at his wrists. His voice cambered low and dull, he turns his head to glance over his shoulder, catching Yagi's eye for a moment, "You know... if you truly intend to mount me..." Shouta reaches up and searches around the edge of the collar until he finds the buckle, and unclasps it from his neck to set aside, "There's simply no replacing a good bite to the scruff... Master." This last word is barely audible, as the younger hero turns back to face the head of the bed again, his hands reaching a little further to gather his hair into a quick twisted bundle, pulling it off to the side to drape over one shoulder, leaving the back of his neck bare and exposed to his partner.

The older man groans very softly at the sight of his partner's bared neck and leans in to just press his lips to it for a moment as he slides his hand free and hurriedly strips the hakama off to toss it carelessly off the bed. "God you're gorgeous," he purrs softly, totally jarred out of his mindset for the moment as he excitedly slides his hands up and down Shouta's body, then calms down as he takes a deep breath. He rubs his slick fingers on himself, then adds a little more lube from the bottle he'd set on the bench at the bottom of the bed. Toshi strokes himself for a moment, then reaches forward and grips at the slim hips beneath him as the tip of his shaft nudges into that well stretched hole. With another quiet groan the blonde grinds into his lover in one long smooth thrust, leaning forward with the same motion to sink his teeth down on the thick cord of muscle on the side of Shouta's throat.

Seeing no need to utter a response to the compliment, Shouta only smirks a little and reaches back to catch one of those hands as it traces down his flank, giving a reassuring little squeeze to that broad palm before he lets go. As Toshi's hands pull free from his skin, Aizawa leans forward once more to re-assume the position, stretching his arms languidly toward the headboard with put-upon feline motions, the metal of the cuffs clinking softly against the mattress as he goes, leaving his hindquarters propped conveniently in the air, relaxed and pliant in his partner's grasp. The younger hero pulls his arms back and braces himself with a firm grip to the comforter as that familiar, nudging pressure at his entrance starts to push into him again, and he bears down with a breathy, moaning growl, pushing out the last of his air for a moment to make it easier on Yagi, until that heavy pressure slides right into him, spurring another deep gasp from the sudden rush of pleasure. By the time the older hero's hips meet his, Aizawa comes back to his senses to find Toshi taking him up on the offer, those perfect teeth holding around his trapezius in a bruising bite. "Heh," he pants softly, the heat rising in his cheeks again, "Close enough... silly human." Shouta almost wishes at this point that he actually could purr in delight at their union, as he reaches back to once more catch Toshi's hand in his, this time slipping to the side to trail his thumb over the little smooth band of tungsten around one finger. "By this point... I usually am more familiar with my suitors, so it seems only fair; my name is Lune, if you care to call me."

"I'm not calling you anything but pet until you beg to know my name," Toshi lifts his mouth to growl in his lover's ear as he slides one hand between Shouta's thighs to grasp his shaft, his fingers forming a very snug ring close to the base of the member. He kisses the bite mark he made and latches on to a new spot, sucking at the skin under his mouth with loud sounds as he slowly pulls out of his lover's body and roughly thrusts back in, repeating this a few times until he can set up a hard rhythm. His free hand sweeps up and down Shouta's chest to pinch and tug at his nipples before sliding down to stroke his stomach teasingly and then back up. "So pretty, and this all belongs to me," Toshi pants roughly and combs his roaming hand through the smaller man's long black hair before sharply tugging on a handful as he makes a new bite mark.

"Ah," Shouta whimpers softly as the hard pressure of teeth at his neck pulls away, leaving a throbbing ache in its place, "Please, then. Tell me your name, that I may sing your praises~" He moans happily as Toshi's hand slips free from his, and slides in to give that tantalizing squeeze to still-sensitive flesh, his own hand pulling back to grip firmly at the sheets by the the headboard, shackles clinking the whole way. Each rough push into his depths draws forth another wanton sound of pleasure, starting with deep-chested hums and gradually growing louder until the younger hero's jaw hangs slack with breathy, shameless cries, his head arched back as far as the new bites to his neck will allow. "Ohhh, yes... If this is how humans own each other, with such pleasure and kindness, ah-" Aizawa's knuckles tremble in their grip at the bedding, his toes curling as he grinds back to meet Yagi's hips with a little squeeze around his base, "Then... Consider me yours..."

"You were already mine, pet," Toshi growls softly as he thrusts, riding the smaller man roughly as the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoes in the small room. He shifts slightly to angle his hard thrusts directly against Shouta's prostate when he feels that squeeze around his shaft, his fingers tightening on his partner's cock, pressing on the right spots to keep him from being able to cum. Toshi licks and nips hard along the soft skin under his mouth, leaving dark love bites while he brings his free hand up to slip two fingers into Shouta's mouth as little beads of sweat drip off of his body down on to his partner's. The thick fingers thrust in and out at the same pace as the cock grinding into Aizawa's depths as Toshi pants loudly into his lover's black tangled locks.

After spending so long under Toshi's commandeering thumb, awash in pleasure and overwhelmed by the constant stimulation, Shouta's aptitude for the scene is mostly eroded away, leaving just the two familiar lovers, in their shared home, bodies joined as one. "Mmmff..." Aizawa bites his lip again, or at least starts to, until the pain from the little wound he'd opened earlier stops that idea right in its tracks - and not a moment too soon, as those long calloused fingers slide past his lips, and he suckles at them gratefully, letting his mind go blank in the absence of any need for more words. The younger hero brings one arm up to squeeze gently at Toshi's wrist in a silent thanks, then to lay shaky fingers on the back of the other hand, wrapped so tightly around his aching length, his nails digging in a little as that build-up of pleasure pushes at his nerves, seeking another release. He whimpers softly and scrapes his teeth along Yagi's knuckles, his whole body singing with the rough thrusts into him, seeming to rearrange his structure with each push.

Toshi's breath abruptly stutters and his whole body flexes around Aizawa's as he suddenly cums with a loud curse, his hips jolting forward roughly with each spurt. For a moment all he can do is press tight to his lover's body as he pants, his one lung struggling to keep up, then he shudders and pulls away with a slick wet sound, his seed streaking down the backs of Shouta's thighs. "T-turn over," the tall blonde pants, pulling his wet fingers free to tug at the smaller man's hip, his other hand keeping a very tight grip. "I... huff... want to put my mouth on you," he pants, completely knocked out of the scene they'd built, his eyes wide and dark with lust.

Aizawa groans at the forceful push and the sudden rush of that slick heat into his depths, his jaw clenching a little around those fingers as they pull away, his breath coming raggedly as the heavy weight of Toshi's shaft slides out of him. Just as lost as his partner, Shouta only nods wordlessly and pushes against the mattress to roll as directed, though he jerks to a stop as his ankles run suddenly against the limits of the scarf tethered around them. "Shit," Eraserhead mutters to himself, having forgotten about it entirely, and rather than even ask to be freed, he simply glares his quirk to life, sending afloat what few strands of his hair are not plastered to his skin with sweat. Then with a rough, impatient kick to each leg, he shakes the reinforced capture weapon loose and pulls his ankles free, leaving the off-white coils piled at the foot of the bed as he squeezes his eyes shut and flops over onto his back, head pounding and chest heaving as he writhes slowly in Toshi's grip.

The taller man kicks it the rest of the way off the bed with a low muttered apology, having forgotten about it as well. He quickly wets his lips and ducks down to lap the thick beads of precum off of his partner's cock before swallowing him to the base, nose pressed firmly into the dense black curls. He draws away for a moment, giving a slow swallow as he pulls his head upwards before sinking back down until his lips meet up with the tight ring of his long fingers still snug at the base of Shouta's cock. Toshi flicks his heavy lidded gaze upwards to meet his lover's eyes as he repeats the motion, the fingers of his free hand clenched tight on Aizawa's lean hip. He leans back to lap at the underside of the shaft, then quickly slurps back downward, swallowing and sucking loudly as he finally pulls his fingers free.

Shouta lets out a breathy little laugh at the excited antics of his partner, and scoots back on shaky limbs to sit closer to the head of the bed, making it easier for Toshi to have his way. He reaches for the pillow he'd been hugging and biting earlier, and pulls it down to tuck up underneath his hips, helping to prop them up and lessen the strain on Yagi's back and neck. But the giraffe of a man seems to have no trouble at all, gulping him down eagerly and sending Aizawa's body into a contorted arch of pleasure at the wet heat sinking down around him. "Ohh god... Toshi..." The younger hero may have lost his role-based mindset, but it would seem that for the time being, his restraint and good sense seems to have remained abandoned as well, leaving him earnest and raw and louder than usual, his fingers grasping helplessly at the blanket as his heels dig in to brace against the desperate rocking of his hips to meet that talented mouth. Then, finally, as the tight pressure of those fingers pulls away, Shouta's hands both fly to Yagi's head, fingers tangling in his hair as he yanks his lover in close, finally boiling over to spill down his throat in a rush of pleasure and relief. "Oh thank fuck," Aizawa growls softly, his body slowly relaxing from the tense curl he'd flexed into, until he collapses bonelessly onto the mattress again, his muscles entirely unwilling to do anything else.

Toshi quickly gulps down the sticky liquid then pulls his mouth away to gently press kisses against Shouta's lower stomach before crawling upwards to collapse against the gruff man's side with a sated sigh. He reaches down and slides his long fingers in between his lover's, tangling them togther as he gently holds Shouta's hand. "Hey," the blonde murmurs softly as he cools down, "you okay in there?" Toshi leans in to gently press a kiss to his love's bitten lip before reaching for the key to the handcuffs that he left of the nightstand earlier. He unlocks them slowly, his body trembling a little, then sets them on the nightstand to softly kiss and caress the bruise marks left by uncaring metal.

"Hmm?" Aizawa turns lazily at the question, his fingers drawing gradually into a gentle squeeze to Toshi's hand, "In... ?" He tilts his head a little, eyes still sunken shut in exhaustion as he gives a tentative little kegel flex, testing the waters where his partner had dragged out so suddenly from his body, and is met with only a little pain. "Yeah, I think nothing's hurt too badly," he confirms, his voice rough and nearly gone from a long night of loud vocalizing. Shouta lets his wrists be guided as Toshi unlocks the shackle from each one, cradling the sharp angle of his cheekbones as those thin lips press against the inflamed band of pink just below each hand. "What about you, are you alright?" Finally cracking his eyes back open, Shouta immediately seeks out the bright baby blues of his love, meeting them with a sheepish little smile, "Sorry I couldn't keep... resisting, like you wanted. I broke too easily. Hope you got something fun out of it, though."

A laugh burbles out of his chest as Toshi drops his forehead against Shouta's shoulder. "I didn't mean that literally, I meant how is your mindset right now, but I'm glad you're only a little sore, considering how hard I was being on you," he laughs lowly. "Oh I think I got something, but I'm not sure if roleplaying is really for me. I'd be happy to do it once in a while since you seemed to really get into it though!" With a low groan the tall hero sits up, stretches his arms over his head before getting up with a slow creak of joints. "Don't move," Toshi admonishes his lover before disappearing down the hallway. Shortly he returns with fulls arms, with a fresh blanket, bottles of water and a damp washcloth. The tall blonde sets the blanket and the water bottles on the floor, climbing back on the bed to tenderly clean the body he so thoroughly wrecked.

Shouta breaks into an exhausted smile, stroking fondly at All Might's head as the older hero giggles at his expense. "Yeah... it uh... It helped, to get out of my own head for a little while. But if it's not for you, don't worry about it." His lips twist into a wistful little smile as he speaks, watching his partner wander off as he pulls the pillow out from under his hips, flips it over, and reclines obediently against the headboard. He eyes the fresh blanket reproachfully, not quite ready to move just yet, but happily reaches with one arm to run his palm over Toshi's skin as he relaxes under the tender touch and breathes a long sigh as the more mutable traces of their session are wiped away. "So... even though you picked the scene... ?"

"It's not that," Toshi explains, raising one shoulder in a half shrug, "I liked the scene, but I think roleplaying as, hm... different personas? With names? That threw me off a bit." He circles around the bed, winding up the rope and the scarf as he explains, picking up the collar and handcuffs to put them back in the drawer. He slides one arm under his lover's back and gently lifts him with a murmur, easing the filthy blanket away and off the bed before setting Shouta back down against the pillows. "When we DO a scene like this, it's usually just a deeper vibe of who I actually am, and not someone totally new. So yes, I'd like to do this again, but maybe without the names? What do you think?" Toshi wads up the washcloth and tosses it on the filthy bedspread, then grabs the clean blanket and curls up next to the smaller hero with a sigh, covering them both.

Following the older hero with his eyes, Shouta huffs softly to himself and shakes his head a little, "Where are you getting all that energy..." He complies easily enough, trying to keep out of the way of Toshi's habitual tidiness, until the lanky blond finally settles back in at his side. "Adopting that different persona? That's... what allowed me to... hm." He flushes a little, finding it hard to even remember just how uncharacteristically loud and needy he'd gotten, nonetheless be able to admit it out loud, "... Never mind. Tell me more about what you mean, how would that go?" Aizawa takes a deep breath to try to even out his head as he props his chin on Yagi's collarbone, gazing up at him with a tender edge to his usual neutral mask as it settles back over his features.

"Hm, no, I think I want to hear your thoughts. You think relaxing into a different persona helped you... let go? D'you think you keep barriers up so much out of habit?" Toshi idly twirls a lock of sable black around one of his fingers as he thinks out loud. "Maybe we could... work on that. The barriers I mean. Yours and mine. Just strip it all away until there's nothing left but us. I know I have a problem with falling quiet when I'm stressed, and... you think you have trouble expressing yourself?" He thoughtfully rubs his thumb against a dark bruise at the base of Aizawa's throat, then leans in to kiss it gently.

Aizawa tips his head in small increments from side to side, contemplating Toshi's words with a soft hum of consideration. "I'm not sure 'barriers' is entirely right... But habit, yes, to be sure." Finally starting to get a little energy back in his limbs, Shouta pushes himself up to carefully straddle Yagi's chest, resting half his weight on a palm planted against one bony shoulder as the other trails fondly at the sharp line of his jaw, "I worry about you, you know. Whether I'm topping or bottoming or whatever the hell we're doing, I'm always worrying about you. Trying to make sure you're enjoying it, and staying safe and healthy. Making sure you feel loved." He bends to lean in close, his hair draping in a messy curtain around both their heads as he presses a tender kiss to those thin lips, slipping him a fleeting glance of tongue before he pulls away with a little smile. "And that's... satisfying, for me, if I can do that for you. I don't resent it in the least. But..." Shouta leans back to sit on his heels, still careful about how much weight he rests on Toshi's damaged ribcage as he lets his gaze drift up toward the ceiling, chin tipped back as he speaks, "It was a surprise, for me, how different it could feel, to be somebody accustomed to pampering. To always getting his way, to being... selfish like that. And then to take that, and find out there was a better way all along?" He takes and holds a big breath, letting it out in a long, shaky sigh as he tilts his head back down to meet Yagi's eyes again, "You can imagine how that might be a bit of a rush."

The tall blonde hero reaches up and cups Aizawa's face in both hands, stroking over his cheekbones with both thumbs. "You don't need to adopt a persona to want pampering, love, and as far as getting accustomed to it..." Toshi grins a very little bit, "I have a thought. The collar I bought is for you. I'm not saying wear it all the time like I do for my ring, that would be a little too much I think, but on days you'd like for me to pamper you in ANY capacity, put it on and I'll do my very best to make you feel like you're the king of more than just cats. I want you to feel like you're my whole universe on those days. Is that all right for you?" He strokes one hand down his lover's neck, then gently encircles the muscled column with his fingers. "I still want to find some kind of memento for you to wear... so the collar can just be for this."

Shouta leans hungrily into the gentle touches, drawing in close once more to rest his chin in Toshi's large palms as he settles his elbows on either shoulder and scoots his hands in under the heavy head of the Number One Hero. "Maybe it's that simple for you," he murmurs softly, his eyelids sunken shut as he relaxes in the grasp of his beloved, "But I'm not so sure I could just... flip a switch like that and turn off a lifetime's worth of responsibility. Not while I'm still in my own head." He shrugs a little as he peers out one eye with a slight smile, a reverse wink at the man pinned below him, "The collar is elegant, but this-" Aizawa reaches lazily with one hand and rests it atop the long fingers wrapped around his neck with a hard gulp and a deep hum, "This is... mm. I still can't really put this into words just yet. But I thought a scene might help." Trailing his hand all the way down Toshi's arm, he shrugs again and shifts his arms to fold in at either side of Yagi's chest, resting flush atop him as he nuzzles gently in against one ear. "Maybe I could just write it out, a bit of fiction or something. If I can ever find the time for that."

The bigger man laughs softly and shakes his head, golden locks getting more messy as they slide across the pillow. "It wouldn't be the same, and honestly neither of us has that kind of spare time. I think I'd rather just come home to your arms and we could figure out what helps you to relax the best. This kind of thing is alright for me, and some of the things I like might be alright for you, but I think the best way to find out what works is just by... doing. Being. Like this." Toshi slides the hand on his lover's neck down to lightly press against against his chest, feeling the beat of his heart through a broad and scarred palm.

"Mhm," Shouta agrees softly, nodding a little in the crook of Toshi's neck, his lips brushing a few gentles kisses across the lean muscles and tendons below that angular jaw. After a long few moments relaxing atop the older hero's body, he shifts carefully to slide off onto his right side, curling up against Yagi's left in his favorite position, returning the fond palm atop his partner's heart. "I love you, Toshinori," he murmurs softly, letting himself give in to the bone-deep fatigue as he drifts off in the other's arms, "The rings and collars and other mementos, that's all just... caramel on the flan." Pulling his arm away for a moment, he reaches down to tug that fresh blanket up over the both of them before returning his palm to Yagi's chest. He glances up for a second at the addition of a little weight tucked in behind his leg, and chuckles fondly at the sight of Mara, who had finally snuck in through the door Toshinori had left open behind his clean-up trip, and taken the spread blanket as an invitation. Safe and content amidst the best little family he's had in a long time, Eraserhead couldn't ask for more.

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[1:30 AM] All Might ✪ drags Shouta’s sleeping bag into a makeshift blanket fort on the couch, and drapes himself down on the spare pillows
[1:30 AM] All Might ✪: hey you know what would be fun
[1:30 AM] Aizawa Shouta pokes his head out, “hmm?”
[1:31 AM] All Might ✪: Anything you're into? Something like, on the dark list
[1:31 AM] Aizawa Shouta: well, that other scene that I originally had in mind... it's pretty dark
[1:32 AM] All Might ✪: Which one? The choking one?
[1:32 AM] Aizawa Shouta: I mean, that was less the focus of it, but yeah, that's what spawned it
[1:32 AM] All Might ✪: Well talk to me baby, I'm in the mood to be rough
[1:33 AM] Aizawa Shouta: oh~
[1:33 AM] Aizawa Shouta gulps, “I uh...”
[1:33 AM] Aizawa Shouta: it sort of hinges on your powered-up form, but I don't even like asking that of you, I know it hurts
[1:34 AM] All Might ✪: Not if I'm not fighting. I have an hour! It'd be fine.
[1:34 AM] All Might ✪ flaps his hand a bit.
[1:34 AM] Aizawa Shouta nods vaguely “that... might be enough time, yes.”
[1:35 AM] Aizawa Shouta: so first, I should maybe show you this AU that I found... it kind of simmered around in my head for a while and started to pull ideas together
[1:35 AM] All Might ✪: Sure!
[1:35 AM] Aizawa Shouta: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1uaiW33q9VETPTGSYy6-SUTCBO2KbCtWKMKLNJYyRzKw/edit?usp=sharing “dirty dragon fuckers the fanfic aka cool motive, still kidnapping”
[1:44 AM] All Might ✪: ...a dragon? You were just a cat.
[1:45 AM] Aizawa Shouta: it's not exact
[1:45 AM] All Might ✪ scratches his head
[1:45 AM] All Might ✪: Sooooooooo...?
[1:45 AM] Aizawa Shouta: look I'm still formulating, okay
[1:45 AM] Aizawa Shouta: in our first try, we started with vague ideas and kind of built from there, yeah?
[1:46 AM] All Might ✪: It just seems kind of... soft, compared to some of the things we have already tried!
[1:46 AM] Aizawa Shouta: maybe so
[1:46 AM] All Might ✪: I have a scar.
[1:46 AM] Aizawa Shouta: you could work that in
[1:46 AM] All Might ✪: Adfgj
[1:46 AM] Aizawa Shouta: what
[1:47 AM] All Might ✪: I'm not totally on board. Using hero form is exhausting in the end and if I'm not a hundred percent it doesn't seem like something to wipe myself out over?
[1:47 AM] Aizawa Shouta: yeah. you're right
[1:47 AM] All Might ✪ props his head in his hand
[1:48 AM] All Might ✪: Why did you want me to be a dragon?
[1:48 AM] Aizawa Shouta: not a dragon, specifically
[1:49 AM] Aizawa Shouta: but... something powerful
[1:49 AM] Aizawa Shouta: a spirit, a god, a shapeshifter maybe, a... a guardian
[1:49 AM] All Might ✪ blinks and pulls his head back a little
[1:49 AM] All Might ✪: Am I not... powerful enough for you?
[1:49 AM] Aizawa Shouta: you are, that's the point
[1:51 AM] Aizawa Shouta: “And that first time, when you...” He trails off and shivers a little, eyes fluttering closed as he traces fingers along his own throat, “you were... I felt like nothing compared to you.”
[1:51 AM] Aizawa Shouta: insignificant, unimportant, but there I was, the center of your attention anyway
[1:53 AM] All Might ✪ blinks a bit and reaches to cup the back of Aizawa's neck with his hand, thumb rubbing over his trachea. “You're always the center of my attention”
[1:54 AM] Aizawa Shouta tilts his head back into that palm, whining softly in the back of his throat, “That's what... made it so amazing.”
[1:54 AM] Aizawa Shouta: it made me want to give myself to something greater, whom also happened to be the love of my life
[1:54 AM] Aizawa Shouta: someone who would keep me safe from those who would harm me maliciously
[1:55 AM] Aizawa Shouta: I may not have a lot to give, but all that I am is yours for the taking, do you... is any of this making any sense
[1:57 AM] All Might ✪ shifts to look at his lover's face while he totally closes his fingers around that muscled neck, just resting his hand there. “But you already belong to me. Your everything is mine. I don't need to take what I already own.”
[2:00 AM] Aizawa Shouta blushes hotly and reaches up to hold at that arm with both of his, panting softly, “I wanted you to take what you wanted, to use me for your every whim, if anything I could offer would make you that much happier, then so be it, I... wanted to get lost in you and never return...”
[2:02 AM] All Might ✪: I have a thought, but I want to use the ball gag. Would being silenced be alright with you? You could snap your fingers as a safe word if it was too... intense
[2:03 AM] Aizawa Shouta: yes
[2:04 AM] All Might ✪: “Yes?” He blinks and looks up, thinking.
[2:04 AM] Aizawa Shouta: please, the words are... just getting in the way now
[2:05 AM] All Might ✪: Okay. From right here, I'm your master. I want you to go strip and get yourself ready, but you aren't allowed to touch your cock at all. Are you alright with that?
[2:06 AM] Aizawa Shouta: get ready how?
[2:06 AM] All Might ✪ strokes Aizawa's face slowly, double checking to make sure this is what he really wants.
[2:07 AM] Aizawa Shouta meets his gaze fearlessly, cheeks still flushed and pupils blown wide
[2:07 AM] All Might ✪ nods a bit to himself.
[2:08 AM] All Might ✪: Get yourself stretched and lubed up. That's all I want you to do for now.
[2:09 AM] Aizawa Shouta: “oh god yes” He pulls away reluctantly and rushes off to the bedroom to comply
[2:11 AM] All Might ✪ smiles and makes his way more slowly to give his partner time.

Shouta already has his scarf and shirt off before he's even past the door-frame. He quickly tosses the scarf over one bed-post, and the shirt to the hamper, then fumbles quickly with his belt buckle before dropping the waistband and utility belt to the floor, tripping a little as he shakes his feet free of the bundle. Then without a second thought, he grabs the lube from the bedside drawer and rolls onto his back atop the mattress, propping both feet up against the opposite bed-post to get into a better position, his hips angled up in the air with his head and shoulders braced against the comforter. With trembling fingers, he uncaps the bottle and pours a liberal amount between his legs and into one palm before he seals it again and tosses it aside, freeing both hands to get to work.

The tall blonde leans against the door jam and watches with a broad grin as he slowly loosens his tie. "Slow down, don't hurt yourself just because you're excited," Toshi admonishes as he goes to the nightstand drawer to search for a handful of things. He pulls out handcuffs, leather ones this time for an eye on how much they'll be yanked on, the ball gag, a blindfold and a few other items which he all dumps on the bench at the bottom of the bed. He sits next to his squirming lover seemingly nonchalantly, one leg crossed over the other as he watches, a dark little grin flashing over his face.

At the sound of the playful command, Aizawa's head falls back against the bed as he gazes up at the upside-down image of Toshinori, his hands falling still as he catches his breath again. "I won't," he murmurs softly, too far gone to even crack much of a smile at this point, "I'll leave that for you... I'm not a big fan of pain anyway." Returning to the task at hand, he twists and bends to rest most of his weight on one shoulder, reaching with his free arm to spread the mess of lube around a little more evenly before he pushes a few fingers into himself, tugging carefully at his limits to pull himself open and twist his hand to spread a little more.

Toshi leans down to give his lover a sloppy kiss, all teeth and tongue as he nips and bites the smaller man's mouth roughly. He pulls back and circles around the bed to watch, picking up a special toy as he passes the bench. With a quiet murmur he touches Aizawa's wrist and pulls the gruff man's hand free from its task, using the soaked fingers to slick up the large vibrating plug. He leans in and slowly wedges the plug into his lover's body until it slides in of its own accord to firmly press against his prostate. "How're you doing, love, is that too big?" The blonde asks in a dulcet tone, knowing that it's not. While he has one of Aizawa's hands pinned, he securely fastens on a handcuff before releasing the first hand and reaching for the second.

Shouta parts his jaws hungrily into the kiss, letting Toshi invade his mouth with a soft moan of anticipation, then another little whimper of loss as his partner pulls away. His body feels like it's on fire already, almost every muscle tensed and burning until the cool touch of Yagi's hand eases his limbs into relaxing, a relieved pliancy washing over each arm as Toshi pulls and guides them as desired, and the rest of his body seems to follow suit just as eagerly, giving way to the plug with little resistance. "It doesn't compare to you," he rumbles softly, following the path of the older hero with his eyes as best he can. "Ask anything of me, I can take it." He shifts his weight more evenly across both shoulders, pushing off from the bedpost with his legs to lift his torso away from his arms and make room for Yagi to reach them both.

"Mm, then in that case I have one rule," Toshi sighs as bit as he snugly tightens the second handcuff. "Since we are using the gag, your safe-word is going to be a finger-snap. My rule is that if you feel pain from anything, even a little, you snap and I'll stop doing what I was doing. Understand?" The tall man squarely glares into his lover's eyes in consternation even as he plucks the ball gag from the pile of toys he'd grabbed. "If you don't snap, I'll stop doing this scene immediately and we won't do this again."

"Even a little...?" Aizawa's eyes grow marginally wider as he shrinks a little under that glare, "That... could be difficult. Even now, my shoulders are starting to go from 'uncomfortable' to 'aching,' would that sort of pain warrant a snap?" He slowly walks his feet down the bedpost and instead props them on the corner of the mattress, lying flat on his back between cuffed arms, rolling his shoulders a little to work the ache out of them. "It's not always a clear delineation, especially not if I'm the one causing the pain; sometimes it blends into the background..."

"I'm glad you told me about your shoulders, so I can remember to be tender from the get-go. If it hurts, you snap, and I'll check to see what happened. It's not a safe-word; more of a safety check, because this will be... intense." The tall blonde reaches down and firmly massages his lover's broad shoulders, hoping to ease the ache out.

Shouta lifts one eyebrow in disbelief, still not entirely sure just how literal to take the command. "Alright... but if it gets annoying, just tell me to raise the threshold a little. I can cope, as long as it's nothing too bad." He sighs softly and lets his eyes fall shut again, leaning his head to one side to rest against Yagi's arm, before he twists his neck a little to press a kiss to the other. He tentatively lifts his arms to admire the comfortable new cuffs for a moment, then runs his fingers up Toshi's arms with a fond little squeeze to his biceps.

Toshi leans against his partner for a long moment, just holding him and enjoying his breathing and closeness and weight, then he pulls away. He reaches down and pulls out the cock ring from the pile and lightly lubes it up, then slides it down to the base of Aizawa's already hard cock. "I know you said that these are just toys, and that may be so, but I only have two hands to use and a whole book of ideas, so sometimes we need toys. And besides, you look gorgeous in all these wonderful playthings." The tall man braces his elbows on the bed and leans down to give his lover a hard kiss, tangling both hands in the sable black mane to yank on it roughly, then nips a path down the center of Aizawa's tender throat. Toshi leans back and reaches for the gag, lifting it to his lips to lick it and wet it with his own saliva. "Raise your head up for me?"

Relaxing gradually into Toshi's arms, Aizawa draws in a deep, shuddering breath as a coping mechanism to help hold himself still as that ring slides down around his base, his fingers squeezing briefly at his partner's arms in acquiescence. "Maybe you should be the one to take a picture this time, when you're done implementing everything you want to." He glances up to meet Toshi's eyes just in time to be caught in another one of those overwhelming kisses, sending his eyes shut again as he welcomes the warm, slightly coppery aftertaste of his lover's mouth. Then that grip is pulling at his hair again, and he moans softly against those lips with the heat of the moment, even as he pulls one hand away to snap softly at the hard tug against his scalp, and again as the teeth pinch at the thin skin of his throat, arching his head back willingly to bare himself open for more. He lifts his eyes at the request, a little dazed from the teasing, and slowly manages to process the words, lifting his head as he watches, licking his lips a little in anticipation.

"Good, very good for snapping." Toshi smiles down at his lover and eases the gag into his mouth, but leaving the straps hanging for a moment. "Hold that right there," he commands, then slips off to grab a hair tie. He comes back and scoops up the thick black curls, lightly finger combing them and pulling the whole mass back into a high ponytail before reaching for the straps of the gag and buckling them around the back of Aizawa's head. "You don't need to snap unless it's for real pain. Like your shoulders? I was going to fasten the cuffs to the headboard but I think we'll move them down a bit and just tie a hand to each bedpost. That shouldn't put too much strain on you." Even as he talks, Toshi uses the rope like he did the last night and ties a hand to each post, very gently tugging and keeping his eyes on Aizawa for any sign of strain. "I'm... not going to blindfold you this time, but I do think I'll take a photo. Keep your knees apart for me for a moment, would you?" The tall blonde grins a bit and pulls out his phone.

Shouta opens wide and clamps onto the gag with his teeth, keeping his head lifted for the time it takes Toshinori to get everything tied up, unable to resist laying his head back in those gentle palms for a moment with a soft sigh through his nose. He rolls his eyes in mild irritation at the vague alteration to the rule, following Toshi's movements with his eyes as he hopes for a bit of clarification. 'Real' pain? It's not as though the nerve endings in his scalp and neck were any less real than any other. He sighs again and resolves to alert his partner only when the pain might start to outweigh the pleasure. Aizawa scoots up a little further towards the center of the queen-sized mattress, willingly stretching each arm out to the sides to let Yagi fasten them securely to the bed-frame again. Then, having a little fun with posing as the center of attention, he twists his arms to grab at the ropes, using them to hoist himself up into more of a sitting position where he playfully props his right ankle atop his left knee, lounging at just the right angle to show off the wide base of the plug nestled between his cheeks. He continues to follow Toshi with his eyes until the camera phone comes out, at which point he focuses on the little lens with a smoldering stare, idly lathing his tongue against the back of the gag for a bit of grounding as he waits, pushing it against the straps at the back of his head.

"Brat," Toshi laughs and takes a few photos, then sits on the edge of the bed to turn the phone in Aizawa's direction, showing him how he looks all tied up and plugged, how his blush extends to the hollow of his throat and his cock stiffly arcs away from his body. "I'm going to take another photo when we're done." He chuckles and swiftly kisses the side of Shouta's mouth, pleased how his lips look stretched around the gag, then pulls away to strip his clothes off hurriedly. He slips a hand between his lover's legs and switches the plug to the on setting, turning the intensity to the first light. Toshi's sits on the edge of the bed and watches with hungry eyes as the plug vibrates mercilessly against Aizawa's prostate, something small and shiny flashing between his fingers.

Aizawa huffs softly in amusement at the fond admonishment, his lips curling as best they can into a little smirk. "Hmm," he nods in approval at the photo, taking mental note to get a closer look later on, perhaps tomorrow. He nudges softly into the kiss, rubbing his stubble against Toshi's jaw before the older man pulls away again, putting on a bit of a show, until that hand is running up his thigh and Shouta moans around the gag and writhes as the buzz resounds deep with him, his leg falling back as his heels dig into the comforter, his shoulders falling back to the bed as his grip on the ropes gives out, leaving him hanging by the cuffs again as he twists and arches off the bed-top.

Toshi puts the small silver packet between his teeth and scrapes his hands down both sides of Aizawa's chest, hotly excited by this show of lust from the normally recalcitrant man. He reaches up and flicks at his lover's hard nipples with his nails and strokes over his collarbone before sliding his fingers back down to dip into his belly button and the sharp cut of muscle at his hips. Toshi reaches up to hold one corner of the packet with his hand as he rips it open with a sharp tug of his head, pulling out something they've never used. The tall blonde man suddenly shoves his lover down on the bed with a tight grip on his hip while he rolls the condom onto that throbbing shaft with the other. "I want you to hold still until I'm on you, alright my love?" Toshi purrs softly, rubbing his thumb along the underside of the head of Shouta's cock right through the condom.

Soothed by the gentle touches of his beloved, Shouta slowly comes to his senses and narrows his focus from the distracting white noise against his prostate to nothing but those warm hands against his skin, letting that raw energy flow as directed until his spine and hips arch up into Toshi's calloused palms instead of writhing aimlessly for purchase. He gulps hard around the gag, his larynx running into the leather strap as it goes, and takes a few carefully-controlled breaths to try to calm down and ignore that constant buzz. Finally, after a long moment, Aizawa is able to force his eyes back open from where they'd been swimming with stars ever since the toy had been activated, and struggles to comprehend the new command, meeting Toshi's eyes with a little nod and a soft whimper from the gentle pressure teasing at his frenulum. Through sheer force of will, he lets his legs go slack, heels sliding down toward the foot of the bed to take away any leverage he might have had for better grinding.

"Such a good boy," the tall hero croons, completely sinking into his dominant mind-space as he quickly straddles the smaller man's hips with one knee on either side of him. Toshi picks up the bottle of lube and squeezes some into his palm before squishing it messily between his fingers and reaching back to work himself open with a low throaty groan. He leans forward and rests one hand and part of his weight on Shouta's sternum as quiet sloppy sounds fill the room, then Toshi shifts and reaches back to tightly grip his lover's throbbing shaft as he guides it to press against his hole. He rocks back on his knees and sinks all the way down with another groan, leaning back to rest his hands on the smaller man's upper thighs. Little breathy moans work his way up out of that scarred chest as the older man rocks up and down on the hard shaft deep inside of him, his pose angling it perfectly to rub against his prostate. "Y-you can move... such... such a good boy Shouta," Toshi pants, his head tossed backwards and eyes closed.

It's a bit of a strange experience for Aizawa, to take such a passive role, bound helpless to do nothing more than watch and appreciate the view and the addition of that tight squeezing heat around his length, with Toshi's welcome weight jostling atop him. With his master's permission, Shouta carefully draws his knees up under those strong palms, cradling his thighs against Yagi's back and giving him a bit of extra support. With his feet braced against the bed once more, he lets himself give in to the urge to move, his hips rolling and grinding to meet the bony ones settled atop him, flexing a little to push his way deeper into Toshi's body with a deep groan of pleasure. Tipping his head up a little, he glances up in the hopes of catching Yagi's eye, but even without that extra bond between them, it's still a gorgeous sight to see him enjoying himself like that, using the younger hero's body like his own personal toy. Shouta's heart does a funny little flip in his chest from the patronizing praise, and he lifts his right knee to caress the side of his partner's rib-cage with a fond hum, careful not to dig into that scar.

Toshi starts a bit as he feels his lover shift to rub one thigh against his battered and scarred side and quickly jerks his head up to peer down at Shouta, still bound and gagged on the bed. The tall hero breaks into a broad grin and raises both hands to stroke his own face and throat, sliding downwards to pinch his nipples. "I bet you want to be the one touching me like this, sliding your hands over my skin..." he laughs and tips his head back again, reaching down to cup himself in both hands as he roughly grinds against the smaller man's hips, the angle of their bodies making every tiny thing easily view-able. He strokes his own cock quickly in time with those thrusts from his lover as he bites his lip and swears a little as sparks of pleasure shoot up his spine. "Shit, Shouta, t-that's perfect, right there," Toshi manages to gasp.

Shouta nods eagerly at the teasing words, glancing up to meet Toshi's eyes before he shamelessly resumes watching those hands, appreciating the tug and push of skin over the heavy shaft, teasing him from only a few inches away. He rolls his tongue over the gag again, his mouth watering a little with the desire to swap out the rubber ball for the enticing treat before him, and he groans softly in frustration as his head falls back to the pillows, breath shuddering as he struggles to pant through his nose. With his face burning red from the compromising position and the weight of his partner settled atop him, Aizawa tries his best to keep up the pace and the angle, the bed creaking a little with each roll of his hips upward and each fall back down to its surface. Eraserhead's chest aches from trying to keep up, the oxygen in his system being consumed faster than he can suck it in through his nose, until his head is swimming and his throat is rasping out a low, growling grunt as his body sings with the overwhelming sensation, leaving him sprawled and twitching beneath Toshinori as he tries to regain his senses and some semblance of his breath back.

"Shouta?" Toshi calls worriedly as he notices his lover's limpness and tilts his head forward with a concerned expression. He makes a little pained gasp and leans forward hurriedly to unbuckle the gag and pull it away from his lover's mouth, moaning shamelessly as the hard shaft inside of him grinds in deeper at his movements. He trembles a bit, then cups Aizawa's face with both hands and gently rubs his cheeks, crooning very softly. "Shouta, Shouta, come on my love, breathe for me. I want to use you, not kill you," Toshi says softly, worry sharp and fearful in his throat, "Come on, come back to me."

The bound teacher glances up with one eye at the sound of his name, trying to reassure Toshi with the eye contact. But then the rubber anchor is yanked from his mouth, and while he would have been happy to keep gnawing at it, he takes the opportunity to gasp in a few huge breaths until the ringing, swimming sensation clears from his head, and he squints a little in the light, his face nestled contentedly in those giant palms. Aizawa pauses for a moment to take stock; a brief little squeeze around the thick base of the plug still buzzing away deep within him, a curious flex up into Toshi's body from beneath the cock ring and... Is that a condom? When had Toshi gone shopping without him? A slight shift of his feet, knees parting a little against Yagi's back, and a careful twist of his wrists to grasp at the purple silk ropes again as an anchor. By the time he's completed his mental checklist, Shouta's breathing has almost returned to normal, and he looks up to meet his partner's worried gaze with both eyes now, his voice raspy from the exertion, "I... think I just came?"

Toshi's face clears and he wrinkles his nose as he laughs, then leans down to kiss the bruised edge of his lover's mouth. "You scared me for a second. I'm gonna give you the gag back for something to bite on, but I'm not going to buckle it this time. If you can't breathe, spit it out, please?" He gives another little kiss before pressing the ball back between his lover's teeth, then leans backwards against his knees with another throaty groan. Toshi twists and reaches back between Shouta's thighs and turns the vibrations of the plug up by one indicator light, a wicked smile on his face as he reaches to stroke himself again, raising himself up on his knees a little and lifting some of his weight off of his partner's hips.

Aizawa grins at the sight of Toshi's surprised laughter, and eagerly pulls his head up into the kiss, reluctant to let go. "Sorry, didn't mean to... Got caught off-guard is all." He nods hesitantly and accepts the rubber between his teeth again, working his jaw idly around it to get comfortable again with a resounding groan of pleasure to match his partner as he grinds down against that metal ring. The groan catches in Shouta's throat with a strangled cry as the intensity on the vibe kicks up a notch, frying his nerve endings as he jerks and writhes beneath Toshinori, one hand gripping tightly at the rope as the other pries away with an effort of will to snap firmly in the air.

The tall hero stills immediately and reaches to turn the vibrations off entirely, giving Shouta a moment to catch his breath. He reaches up and pulls the gag away gently, stroking one stubbled cheek with his other hand. "What's wrong, love?" he breathes as his thighs tremble a bit, still impaled on the shorter teacher's cock, his own bobbing eagerly in the air as he moves. Toshi turns his head to rub his face against his own shoulder, wiping the sweat beading up on his lip against his skin as he watches his lover pant.

"I'm a little raw," Shouta creaks hoarsely, his breath shuddering on the inhale for a few moments as his limbs finally fall still once the intense vibrations come to a halt, "That's all. There's only so much I can ignore as white noise for so long. Sorry." He takes one last deep breath and holds it until his chest burns, then smirks with one stretched-out cheek as he breathes out, "Don't mean to be a buzzkill." He emphasizes the pun with a firm flex and roll of his hips, pushing hard up into his partner's body to keep him from losing too much momentum.

Toshi tosses his head back and gasps as he rocks his hips, dropping the gag off the side of the bed as he strokes himself with his other hand. He tilts his head forward again and the look his gives Shouta is one of pure dangerous lust. One broad hand slides up his lover's throat, lightly fingering the thick muscles and throbbing veins. "Do you want me to...?" Toshi licks his lips and lightly presses his fingers against the muscled column, flicking Shouta a hot blue look from under lowered eyelashes as he slides his free hand down to roughly pinch one of his bound partner's nipples.

Aizawa lets his head tip obligingly back into that giant palm, as reliable as ever, his eyes sinking shut as he gains a shade of comfort from the gentle, vaguely-threatening gesture. "I want you to stop worrying about what I want," he rumbles softly, his adam's apple bobbing past Toshi's thumb as he speaks, "Do what you want to do. That was the point, remember? If it feels good to you, do it." Shouta lifts his head marginally on these last words, meeting his partner's eyes with a gentle nudge against his back with one knee. He flinches a little at the pinch, but resumes his grip on the rope and bites his lip to stifle any sound of pain.

"Well, putting my hand around your throat doesn't turn me on, but the way you jerk and moan does, so..." Without any other warning than that, the taller hero closes one broad hand around his lover's neck and slowly squeezes while he bites his lip and rocks his hips slowly, watching Shouta's face closely for any sign of distress. He rests his other hand on his lover's sternum to give himself more leverage as he works his way up and down the smaller man's cock, this angle perfectly grinding right against his prostate. Toshi hunches his shoulders a bit, trembling from the sensation, his hand tightening ever so slightly on Aizawa's throat.

Shouta gulps softly in nervous, excited anticipation as his lover's fingers fold around his throat. He hums deeply and nestles back into the caress, enjoying the intimate touch to the sensitive area, but... That heady rush of vulnerability, of helplessness, of drowning in the power, with his life held so easily in his partner's hands, it... doesn't happen. Aizawa shivers a little as he watches Toshinori coming undone, fucking himself into his lap, and the younger teacher is caught breathless at the sight, sucking in a sharp gasp as his airway is restricted. "Look at you go," he murmurs softly in admiration, rolling his hips up a few times to meet Toshi's as his fingers clench and unclench around the silk ropes, wishing to be wrapped around that heavy shaft instead.

Toshi flashes a small grin down at his partner as he stills his hips, the hand he's using to grip himself tightening sharply as he struggles to keep from coming too quickly. "I know what you want," he croons, a light steam rising from his bare skin strengthening to a sudden burst of obscuring white as he shifts into his hero form, the hand on Aizawa's neck tight like an iron band. He shifts his free hand to rest on the mattress to one side of his lover's head, propping up his body as he resumes grinding down on the throbbing member deep inside of him, muscles rippling smoothly in this form, his eyes like blue pinpricks in his shadowed face.

"Oh god~" Aizawa's eyes fly wide open at the sudden transformation, his cheeks suddenly burning bright red as he arches up between the vice-like grip on his neck and the sudden addition of weight atop his hips, pinned firmly beneath the massive hero wrapped around his prick. "Fuckin' christ," he whines hoarsely, almost afraid to meet his lover's eyes like this, Shouta glances up at him for only a brief moment before he goes limp in that giant hand again, eyes rolling back in his head in a guilty pleasure as he grinds wantonly against that rock-hard backside, his whole body starting to ache deliciously from the strain.

"A lot of people want to be in my arms, but you're the only one who will ever get to see this," the brawny hero gasps as he suddenly trembles and comes with a loud low moan, hot liquid spurting from between his fingers to spatter across Aizawa's chest and stomach. All Might trembles as ripples of pleasure shoot up his spine, his hips jerking a little from the force of his orgasm, then he stills after a moment and lifts himself up and off his smaller lover with a grunt of effort. The heavily muscled blonde reaches with his free hand to tug the condom off, tossing it in the wastebasket, then leaning in to kiss the very tip of Shouta's throbbing shaft before swirling his tongue around the head. Never in all his movements does he ease his grip on the gruff man's throat, his grip rigid and hard like steel on the tender flesh.

Stunned out of his ability to form cohesive sentences, Shouta gasps as his abdomen is splattered with the messy evidence of the Number One Hero's release, his skin prickling into goosebumps at the slick sensation as he squirms atop the mattress, his feet scrabbling for purchase as All Might pulls himself free. Panting heavily from the effort and the long session in that restrictive ring, Aizawa struggles to push himself up the bed, making it easier on Toshi's arms to maintain that cherished grip. Then suddenly that protective layer is peeled away, leaving him twitching and leaking in the empty air until that perfect mouth comes down over him again, drawing out a hiss of surprise and pleasure as his arms and shoulders tremble and go slack, hanging from the manacles and chokehold with a hoarse groan as his hips jerk and flex into Toshi's mouth.

All Might lifts his head with a small pleased grin as he watches his lover squirm, "That's exactly the expression I wanted to see from you, my love. That, right there. When you're so far gone that I'm your whole world." He leans back down and quickly swallows Aizawa's shaft all the way to the base, running his tongue over the metal ring. He bobs his head up and down slowly, greedily devouring the bitter flavor of the precum smearing across his tongue as he works. The bulky blonde hero flicks his eyes upwards, watching his younger lover for a moment as Aizawa shamelessly moans and writhes against the blankets. Toshinori hums a little in the back of his throat, and sinks all the way down to the base of the shaft in his mouth to tightly clench the ring with his teeth. He smears his tongue around it for a moment to get it wet with his spit, then tugs it up and off of Aizawa's throbbing flesh, leaning back very slightly as he pulls his mouth away, the tight grip of his hand never letting up.

More than a little dazed, Shouta gradually lifts his head to listen as his lover's words wash over him, barely permeating the thick haze of sensory overload wrapped around his brain, leaving him with little more than a general idea of encouragement and possession. "All for you," he agrees softly, meeting Toshi's eyes with an adoring gaze as he wets his lips and swallows, another jolt of arousal coursing down his spine as the powerful grip makes the gulp difficult to complete, "Toshinori..." The younger hero's voice is positively raw with need by this point, and as the warm mouth on him pulls the pressure of the ring from his base, Aizawa finally falls into a pent-up release, his voice cracking a slight twinge of blood as he nearly screams with the force of it.

Toshi makes a little croon of appreciation as the pent up come splashes against his partially open mouth, the metal ring still clenched in his teeth. He wipes his face with the back of one hand before spitting the ring into his palm and tossing it off the side of the bed, easing the ferocious grip on his love's bruised throat. For a moment all he does is possessively watch the smaller man pant, both hands very lightly touching the bony points of his hips, then All Might lets go of his hero form with a sigh of sated pleasure. He doesn't say anything, just smoothes his palms gently across his lover's bare skin as he unbuckles the handcuffs and extremely gently removes the thick plug, carelessly tossing everything off the bed. Toshi lifts Aizawa's hands one at a time to kiss his bruised wrists tenderly. "Still with me, my love?" He murmurs fondly.

Shouta hangs limply from the cuffs once those powerful fingers ease away, catching his breath with a few dry coughs. He leans tiredly into Toshi's hands, gritting his teeth with a soft groan of pain as the wide girth of the plug is pulled free from where he'd gotten acclimated to its bulk. With his hands now freed from the leather cuffs, he reaches up with shaky arms to pull his partner in closer for comfort, pressing a stubble-lined jaw into the hollow of his throat. He takes a moment to process the question, his fingers curling in weakly against the sweat-salted skin across Toshi's back as he struggles to return to a coherent mindset, mumbling hoarsely against that strong pulse, "Nowhere else I'd rather be, Sunf-" Aizawa cuts off in his speech, to cough a few more times, splattering a light spray of blood against Toshi's chest, before he takes one long, rattling breath, letting it out in as loud a whisper as he can manage without hurting, "...Thank you."

Toshi flinches a little at the sight of blood, and lightly covers Aizawa's mouth with his hand. "Don't talk, just nod. Are you okay, do you want me to call Recovery Girl?" The tall blond can't help but fret, the marks of his love are all over the smaller man's body, from bite marks to handcuff bruises to the dark handprint on Shouta's throat. Nervously he strokes the gruff man's face, then takes a deep breath and scoops him up in both arms, gently carrying him down the hallway to the bathroom. Toshi tenderly deposits the younger man in the tub, reaching to start a warm bath, then pulls away for a moment. "Don't move an inch," he cautions and darts out of the bathroom. Presently he returns with a hot mug of tea, just in time to turn the water off, then kneels beside the tub to hold the cup up to Aizawa's mouth so he can have a sip.

Pressing his lips into Toshi's palm, Aizawa nods in assurance before quickly shaking his head at the offer, eyes slightly wider. He nudges gently into those broad palms with a weary sigh, and pulls his arm up over Yagi's neck and shoulders to help support his weight as he's scooped into another bridal carry. He shivers a little and wraps his arms around his knees, huddling in the tub as the warm water floods in around him, watching wearily as his partner bustles out and back. With a grateful little smile, Shouta lifts his head to sample the tea, and shakes his head fondly in disbelief, croaking out with an airy chuckle, "How are you not just as exhausted as me?" He takes a few more long draws from the tea, then reaches to set the mug out of the way before he scoots forward and tugs gently on Toshi's arm, silently inviting him in to join the bath.

Toshinori smiles tenderly and reaches up to stroke his love's face with one hand. "I can't afford to be, and I can't settle down if I think you're even in the littlest pain or discomfort. The thought of not taking care of you makes me want to crawl right out of my skin," he sighs before easing into the bath behind Aizawa. He reaches for a bottle of body wash and a bath poof, brusquely scrubbing himself before gently tending to the smaller man, washing away the sticky fluids covering their bodies before the water rises too high. Toshi combs back Aizawa's thick hair with gentle hands and braids it loosely, keeping it out of the way so he can sluice clean water over them both with a nearby cup. "This part, the part where I take care of you, it's just as important to me as actually being physical. It reassures me that you're alright and safe and still ...here." He strokes the lean corded body under his hands gently before gathering the gruff man close to his chest, lightly kissing the top of his head.

Shouta draws in a deep breath, letting the humid bath air soothe his sore throat as he leans back against Toshi's chest with a long sigh. "I'm fine, sunflower. You were careful." He rests his arms along the slope of those long legs, giving an affectionate squeeze to Yagi's knees as he nudges up into the kiss, eyes sinking shut in contentment. "You're always my whole world, you know," Aizawa muses softly on some of the possessive words which had really sunken in between the throes of passion, "As much as any one person can be." Reaching to capture both of his partner's hands, he smoothes his thumbs over those fingers, pausing when he reaches the spot where last he'd seen the black tungsten band, now missing, and wraps it in a gentle grip with an inquiring tilt of his head.

With a fond little smile and a kiss to the side of his love's battered throat, Toshi squeezes his hand gently on Aizawa's. "It's on the dresser, I left it there when we started so it didn't catch on your skin or..." he chuckles very softly, "...get lost. That would be embarrassing to explain. Hi, yes, Recovery Girl, I lost my ring up Aizawa's ass." He laughs a little louder and kisses the curve of the gruff man's cheek, nosing against the rough stubble. "I'll put it back on when we get out, I never take it off otherwise." Toshi tilts his head a little as he shifts very slightly in the tub, his long legs feeling a bit cramped from the position. "Do... Do you think you could eat something for me?" The tall blonde can't help but fret a little, but he tries to keep his tone light and offering, his hands clasped with his lover's as they relax together in the slowly cooling water.

The reassurance and teasing hypothetical brings a tinge of warmth to Aizawa's expression, his lips curling into a smirk with a voiceless chuckle as he squeezes back at those fingers and twists carefully in place to catch Toshi's lips in a tender kiss, trying to convey his appreciation without straining his throat too much. He nods at the question with a murmur of "Something soft," as he climbs out of the bath, his limbs a little shaky and unsteady until he crouches and lunges through a few stretches and stands with a hand outstretched to help pull Toshinori out behind him as he reaches for a couple towels. As the two heroes dry off and continue recovering from a night of hard activity, Shouta tries again, still being careful not to strain his voice this time. “Thank you for indulging me,” he rasps under his breath, one hand on Toshi’s shoulder to hold his attention, the other tracing along the tender bruising encircling his neck, thankful that it would be covered from prying eyes by his trusty scarf, “I think... you got it all out of my system. At least for a long while.”

Chapter Text

Toshinori curls up on the couch with a cup of hot tea and a blanket, waiting patiently for Aizawa to get home.

Shouta wanders in a couple hours later, still half-tipsy and exhausted, and plops onto the couch with his feet on the armrest and his head in Toshinori's lap, eyes squinted shut with a little groan. "Hey."

The blonde leans down to kiss his lover on the forehead while he brushes back the tangled bangs with his free hand. "Hullo, it looks like you had a rough night."

"Rough day, went to the bar afterward for a bit." Aizawa nudges up into the kiss with a soft little smile at the edge of his grimace, and reaches up to catch that hand between his, stroking fondly over each long finger in turn before he gently turns it over to press a kiss into Toshi's palm. "How was your day?"

Toshi laughs faintly and sets down his cup of tea to hug the smaller man closer with both arms. "It was fine, but when you went to work, I went to visit a friend in Okunoin." He sighs softly. "I took him some flowers, the kind that he liked the most. Then I went and ate dango without you! If you're gonna go to the bar, I can get dango."

Holding on around one of Toshi's arms with both of his, Aizawa cracks an eye open with one eyebrow raised in a playful tone, "Bringing another man flowers, hmm? Should I be concerned you haven't mentioned him to me?" The younger teacher thumbs slowly over that black tungsten band, drawing in a contented sigh as he relaxes with his head in his partner's lap. "I'd ask if you brought me any dango, but I didn't bring you anything from the bar."

"Yes, of course I brought you dango, it's in the fridge," Toshi laughs some and plants a kiss on the top of Aizawa with an awkward curl of his body. "I can't very well visit his grave without flowers, my love, that'd be rude of me." He leans back against the chair arm and rests both arms around the small man in his lap, feeling a bit morose.

Shouta grins at the promised treat, nudging fondly with a tilt of his head to return the kiss briefly as he pushes himself up off the couch and scurries off to the kitchen for a moment, settling back into Toshi's lap more properly with his legs stretched out across the spare cushion, leaning in against the taller hero's chest as he demolishes the chewy snack, his pleased enthusiasm waning suddenly at the mention of a grave. "Ah... I see." He sets the remainder off to the side on the coffee table, hopefully out of range of the resident ginger who had wandered out to greet them, and twists carefully to fold his knees in on either side of Yagi's hips, settling in with his palms resting on the older man's chest. "Did you... want to talk about it?"

Toshi shakes his head slowly with a very small sad smile and hugs Aizawa close again. "Maybe... eventually. Maybe never. I blame myself for him dying and it's a wound I'll carry forever." He sighs long and low, and brings up a hand to rub against the tears forming in his eyes, wiping them away with the edge of his sleeve. The blonde reaches out and cups his lover's face with the same hand, gently rubbing a thumb across his cheekbone. "I was going to see if you'd mind... a little intimacy," he says almost hesitantly, "but you look exhausted. Maybe we should just sleep tonight."

"I'd scold you for carrying more scars than you need to, but..." Aizawa sighs softly and leans in closer, sliding one hand up the back of Toshi's head to pull him down into range until he's able to carefully kiss the remnants of those tears away, "Then you wouldn't be you." He tips his head a little to catch Yagi for a more tender kiss, offering comfort and companionship on the tip of his tongue as his hands slip up under the hem of his shirt, spreading warm palms over his two favored points again. Shouta spends a long while kissing away the blues, pressing in close against his partner's body as he does, until his pulse starts to pound in his ears and he pulls away just enough to breathe, his forehead pressed against Toshi's as he murmurs softly, "I always look exhausted, remember? I don't mind at all."

The tall blonde kisses back a little shyly at first then with growing passion, his body relaxing from his stiff posture earlier to nearly drape across the couch arm. As he returns the kisses he threads one hand into his lover's tangled black hair and cups the back of his head gently, palm broad and firm against the curve of his skull. "I know, but I... Shouta? I just need you to love me, touch me, make me feel like I'm full of sparkling gold again. Just... love me, any way you want to, please?" he breathes very quietly against Aizawa's damp lips, his free hand coming to rest lightly on his lover's lower back.

Following the motion of his partner relaxing, Shouta leans into the embrace with a deep hum of contemplation as he nibbles his way gently down Toshi's jaw and neckline. "That's a tall order," he murmurs softly, his lips and stubble brushing across the freckles and scars of Yagi's skin, "On top of how much I already love you..." Aizawa presses a few more firm kisses along the older hero's jugular, eventually ducking his chin past the collar of his shirt to keep going along the hollow of his throat, his hands roaming idly across Toshi's chest the whole time until his thumbs get distracted, toying with each nipple as he grinds slowly into the warmth of the lap beneath him.

The taller man makes a very soft gasping sound and tips his head back, moving his hands to lace them together around Aizawa's shoulders to keep himself grounded. He manages a small laugh as he shuts his eyes and enjoys the attentions. "You know what I mean," Toshi huffs playfully, shifting his legs to let Aizawa lay between them, the shift of the blanket revealing his very worn pajama pants. He bites his lip at the sensations, the thin cloth giving no protection to his body in the slightest.

Aizawa carefully spreads his weight out along Toshinori's body, pulling his knees back one at a time to sink in a little closer in the cradle of those long legs to either side of his hips. "Haven't the foggiest," he teases languidly, running his tongue in a warm stripe from collarbone to jawline, swiping away the last of the salt left behind from Toshi's mourning. With his feet hooked over the opposite armrest and his knees digging into the couch cushions, Shouta pulls his hands lower to snag his thumbs on the waistband of those old pajamas, pausing for a weighted moment or two as he grinds in a little more firmly against his lover's body, enjoying the feeling of coaxing him into a reaction. Nudging carefully into the side of Yagi's neck, Shouta twists his head up to nip playfully at an earlobe, and slips one hand in past the elastic band to give a little squeeze at the bony hips below, pulling the two of them closer together.

A throaty little gasp works its way out of the lanky blonde's chest as he writhes a little against his dark haired lover, his legs flexing but his feet trapped by the way Aizawa has his weight on the blanket. He reaches down to slide his hands up under the gruff man's shirt, slowly sliding it upward until he can lightly grind both scarred palms against his lover's nipples. "You... are a tease, you know that?" Toshi pants a little, a light flush creeping across his face. He pulls one hand away to snatch up one of the chocolate balls he'd been snacking on, popping it in his mouth before curling down to kiss Aizawa deeply, letting the chocolate melt between them.

Responding in kind to the warm, strong palms against his chest, Aizawa sinks in closer with a soft growl of mild possession, "It's not teasing, sunflower, it's foreplay..." He lightly drags his teeth across the warm skin of Toshi's neck until the taller hero twists to meet his lips, and the surprise addition of chocolate masking the usual coppery aftertaste is enough to draw Shouta in with a hungry grasp around his partner's waist, delving a firm tongue past his teeth to steal more of that delicious flavor. "You're spoiling me," he pants softly, pulling away just far enough to catch his breath again, "Dango and chocolate? Mm..." Shouta sneaks a hand between their bodies, signaling his pleased gratitude with a firm, grinding pressure of his palm against the front of Yagi's pajama pants.

Toshi makes low sounds of want in his throat and nips sharply along Aizawa's bottom lip, darting his tongue out to caress the flesh he bit while his back arches off the couch cushions. He slides both hands downward along the curve of the smaller man's spine, splaying both hands widely across his rear and giving it a rough little squeeze. "I don't mind spoiling you... you spoil me enough as it is," the tall blonde gives a crooked little grin, his eyes falling partway shut as he dives in for another kiss, sucking at his lover's tongue eagerly while he arcs his whole body upward slowly to press himself against Aizawa.

"You deserve to be spoiled," Shouta muses idly, murmuring against Toshi's lips between kisses and treats, "More than I do..." The words are less a coherent conversation at this point than they are the half-drunken ramblings of a lovesick civil servant, content and safe in the comfort of their shared home. He pauses suddenly, his breathing heavy and pupils drawn wide as he twists in place with one hand planted firmly atop Toshinori's sternum, and reaches back to scratch playfully at the ears of the fluffy ginger who has been lured to the blanket trap spread over Yagi's legs. "Her Majesty has graced us with her presence again... ohp, annnnd she's gotten comfortable." Shouta chuckles softly and shakes his head as Mara curls into a roll between Toshi's feet, reluctantly turning back to face the taller man pinned beneath him. "Guess we're trapped here forever. Oh no."

"Hey!" Toshi huffs, red-faced, and flails one arm a good distance from his feline. "Mar Mar, my darling, please leaaavvveee and I'll give you treats!" He wriggles ineffectively under Aizawa's slighter weight, grinding them together a little as he tries to use one foot to dislodge the lounging cat. He gasps, wheezes, and falls back against the couch arm breathlessly as his blood pounds in his ears from all the exertion, his face flushed and red. "Shouta... help, I'm stuck here and if you want to get into my pants, you're going to have to give this old man a hand."

Resting his face in one palm with a lazy, amused little smile, Aizawa reaches for the last piece of dango and chews slowly as he watches Toshinori struggle against gravity and the two other roommates pinning him to the couch, offering no help whatsoever as he playfully grinds back in to meet each clumsy arch up against his hips. "Give you a hand, hmm? Alright..." Shouta pops his fingers into his mouth, suckling away the sticky residue and coating them in saliva, then he promptly props himself up a couple inches on his other hand and shoves the damp digits down the front of Yagi's pants, teasing playfully through the blond curls to grind his palm along the heavy shaft beneath him.

The blonde gives a low gasp and another buck, lifting them both up off of the couch before he eases back down. "Y-you are such a tease, especially since I wanted love and you c-come home half drunk and silly," Toshi groans very softly and thrusts his hips against his lover's hand, his shaft aching a little at the rough touch. He writhes a bit more, flustered and torn between wanting to kiss and caress Aizawa or dump him on the floor.

Shouta sobers quickly at the accusation, his sly smirk falling into a more serious stare, though to the untrained observer he would seem just as neutral as ever. With a soft sigh, he pulls both hands free and settles in carefully along All Might's chest, reaching up to cradle the sharp angle of his jaw in both palms. "Whatever you want from me, it's yours," he insists gravely, holding that intense eye contact for a little longer than strictly necessary, before he eventually leans in closer for another kiss, slow and sensual and smouldering. Shouta slowly strokes over Toshi's cheeks with his thumbs, an unconscious mirror of that concerned gesture which seems to always trace along his most recent scar, pulling the Symbol of Peace in closer to better express the depths of his love. "I mean it. You need only ask."

Toshinori sighs very softly and relaxes, sliding both arms around the smaller man to cling to him as he kisses back, his eyes slipping shut. For a few moments he stays still, one hand coming up to comb its way through Aizawa's black locks slowly, the other resting between his shoulder-blades. After a moment he opens his strange eyes, close enough to his love's face that his eyelashes can been seen, long and blonde against the darkness of his eyes. "I don't know what I want right now, I just want you to put your hands on me, touch me, love me, remind me that I'm not an utter failure in this world." The tall blonde leans down to press his forehead against Aizawa's. "I'll take whatever you think you need to give to me, just help me fill up this empty hole in my heart with love. That's what I want."

"I'm not... great at this sentimental crap, you know." Eraserhead meets the gentle touch of foreheads with a soft sigh, his own tired eyes resting as he tries to conjure the right words, thumbs still tracing gentle stripes along Toshinori's face and neck as he speaks. "I tend to turn my focus outward, and deflect introspection through criticisms or rational deceptions, rather than coming to terms with my feelings in a way I can plainly express." He cracks one eye open, a lazy backwards wink, before it sinks closed again and he starts to trail his lips over the tiny hints of blond stubble starting to come in at the end of the day, "So... it's difficult to fathom how a pro as successful as you could possibly feel like a failure. You are... the embodiment of justice, of peace, of protection and love and selfless courage, and it drives me a little mad that such an ideal is so rare among us, but there you have it." Sinking his teeth in suddenly around one prominent tendon in Toshinori's neck, Shouta holds him for a long moment before he eases up, his breath shaking a little as he gathers his wits and pushes through the pounding in his ears, his voice still a little raspy with emphasis after mostly healing from the last time he'd broken it, "Yagi Toshinori... I... want you to marry me."

Toshi yelps a little at the sudden bite after the torrent of tender words and freezes in place, then very slowly tips his head downward to meet Shouta's gaze, his own eyes huge. For a moment he just stares, then he lunges forward to kiss the smaller man all over his face and down his neck, pausing in the hollow of his throat. "Yes," he whispers against the younger man's skin, before nuzzling the underside of his chin and nipping it and whispering "yes" again. Toshi whispers the word in a dozen places along his lover's face and throat before he's satisfied enough to kiss him tenderly, tongue stroking his bottom lip. He suddenly grips a handful of tangled black curls and kisses Aizawa hard, tongue thrusting into his mouth to lick and taste and claim him. The blonde purrs into the kiss throatily and leans back. "Do you think you're strong enough to carry me to bed?" He croons, face and throat flushed a hot red in his excitement.

With that elevated pulse still throbbing in his ears, Aizawa meets the stare with a crooked little smile, half nervous and half endearing, until the onslaught of kisses and confirmations makes him break into the first genuine laughter he can remember since childhood, his eyes softening in relief as he tips his head obligingly in Toshi's grip and gratefully parts his jaws to let that warm tongue in with a deep hum of contentment. Both hands continue to roam slowly over his fiancé's chest until he pulls away, a little dazed as his vision swims from the sudden rush of endorphins. "For you? The world." Shouta carefully extricates himself from the tall blond and the fluffy ginger alike, rolling onto his feet beside the couch, where he fondly pulls the blanket and cat free of Yagi's legs, then bends at the knee and scoops his arms firmly under his partner's legs and back, keeping his own lumbar free of strain as he hoists the larger man into a bridal carry and staggers off down the hall, taking great pains not to knock him against the doorways as he passes through them.

Toshi very barely helps, aside from keeping his long lean arms wrapped around Aizawa's shoulders to stay anchored in place. He keeps pressing tender kisses all up and down his love's face, nipping his earlobe before licking it, biting his cheekbone before kissing away the sting. He keeps kissing and caressing and nipping until Aizawa sets him on the bed, then he pulls his hands free to help join in, stroking up and down the smaller man's chest and stomach and up the sides of his ribs. Toshi suddenly pulls away and lays back on the bed, tucking a pillow under his head as he poses a little with his thighs spread, arms behind his head and a very shy, tender smile on his face. "I'm yours, Shouta," he whispers into the silent dark room, "All yours. I have been for a very long time."

Shouta doesn't even bother with the bedside lamp as he slots himself back into place between those long legs, sliding his arms up the front of Toshi's shirt with a little whine of agreement, his left hand seeking out the steady pulse of the hero beneath him while his right slides tenderly over the rough edges of the giant scar. "You're spoiling me," he says again, murmuring fondly as he tilts his head to claim those thin lips for the millionth time that night, "I'll end up getting greedy at this rate." He chuckles softly, his cheeks burning a little with the new level of intimacy, and slowly slides his hands down to either side of his partner's waist, tugging carefully at the worn old waistband to pull it down and over his hips, as far as it'll go without changing positions, before he resumes his grip from earlier, gently cupping his sac for a moment before he curls his fingers possessively around the other man with a slow, firm squeeze.

With a soft whimper that rises into a throaty groan, the lanky blonde trembles a bit in Shouta's grasp as he bites his lip to stay still, the muscles in his thighs trembling. He tilts his head down to watch as his broad hands dig in to the pillow behind his head. "I told you I don't mind spoiling you Shouta, just tell me what you think would spoil you more and I'd be happy to do that," he laughs a little breathlessly and stays still with sheer force of will. Toshi lifts his hips the tiniest bit to help the waistband slide further downward, shifting his legs minutely to help kick the worn old pants off of his body and onto the floor. He squirms very slightly before forcing himself to stay still, blue eyes glowing like fireflies in the night as he licks his lips and watches that hand on his shaft.

"Don't worry about it," Aizawa assures him quickly, unable to look away from that eerie luminescent gaze, even as he draws his knees back one at a time, drawing lower to let Toshi free himself of the offending bottoms, "I can't ask for anything more." He smiles up at his partner fondly, though the expression is probably lost in the darkness, at least until he presses his lips to that swollen head and gently parts them around it, sliding his tongue down the underside as far as he can manage. Shouta wedges his left hand up under Toshi's thigh for more leverage as his right keeps the base steady, squeezing carefully with each dip of his head. After a while, he pulls back to stretch out his jaw, and murmurs roughly, "You don't have to stay still like that, sunflower..."

Toshi gasps and trembles a little, biting his lower lip as he feels Aizawa's hot wet mouth slide down on his heated flesh, his hands gripping the pillow behind his head tightly enough that one or two of the stitches pop from the pressure. He makes a second softer gasp when the gruff man pulls away and shuts his eyes for a moment, panting a bit with his mouth open. "I... don't think I should, if you're going to suck on me like that, I already hurt your throat once this week," he laughs breathlessly and frees one hand, flexing it slowly before reaching down to comb back a handful of Shouta's black hair so he can try and watch, his blue eyes faintly illuminating the pair of them.

Leaning into the tender touch, Shouta presses a kiss into Toshi's palm with an amused little hum, "True enough... Though it's not really fair to blame yourself for that." He turns to tease one last kiss to the damp, leaking head before he slides his hand up to rub his thumb over it, pushing a careful pressure against the frenulum to see if he can make his partner squirm. Then with a wry smile, Aizawa crawls upward on his other three limbs, gently nudging one leg under Toshi's knee to coax him onto his bad side, spooning flush against his back with a slow grind against his bare bottom. "It's been a while, hm? Since it was just us, no fancy toys or tools... Like hormonal teenagers, fumbling in the dark." He chuckles softly and pushes up the hem of Yagi's pajama shirt up around his shoulders to plant a line of kisses up his spine and between his shoulder blades, still toying with him in his right hand, smearing the saliva and precum around with a gradually-quickening pace.

The taller man makes a low hiss at the teasing and thrusts against his lover's hand even as he rolls onto his battle-scarred side, tugging up his old shirt and stripping it off in one swift motion, wanting to feel as much skin between them as possible. Toshi groans and reaches down with his left hand to cup it around Aizawa's right, the ring on his finger digging into both their skin a little from the strength of his grip. "S-Shouta, if you keep this up, you're gonna make me come too fast," the blonde pants roughly into the quiet room as he rolls his hips forward to thrust in and out of their linked hands while he reaches back with his right hand and grabs a tight handful of Aizawa's black pants, yanking on them to tug the smaller man as close as possible. "We... need to... do this more," he gasps a little, rocking forward and back as he shifts his legs apart.

"Hmm? Too fast for what," Aizawa smirks to himself and tilts his jaw up to nip playfully at Toshinori's skin, running his tongue along each little scar and divot across his back. He keeps up the firm pressure in his grip, spurred on by that possessive hand tangled around his, as he wedges his left arm up under that crown of golden hair, supporting his partner's head and offering a light trace of fingertips across his chin as his right hand grinds and squeezes and pulls and twists, the pressure of his arm curled around those bony hips pulling his own closer against Yagi's backside. After a long while of grinding and working himself into excitement, the rough friction of his work clothes eventually proves too much, and Shouta pulls his hand away for just long enough to undo his belt and shove his pants off, kicking them off to the side before he presses back in with a relieved shudder, grinding more easily along the cleft of Toshi's body as he reclaims that warm prize in hand.

"S-stop a second," Toshi gasps as sparks of pleasure shoot up his spine from the way he's being roughly handled, a coil of heat bunching in his belly. He reaches and and gently tugs Aizawa's hand away, then sits up very slowly, bracing a fist on each knee as he trembles and pants, slowly calming down just enough to lean towards the dresser and hunt down the favored bottle of lube, his skin damp and prickling a little as he digs for it blindly. Finally he finds it and twists back to Shouta, giving him a slow hard kiss full of little breathy moans before pressing the bottle into his hands. "Please," the tall blonde whispers, his long scarred fingers drawing soft patterns across his lover's throat and chest, his voice low and tender. "I want to watch your face this time."

Shouta freezes up immediately at the command, his grip falling slack enough to be pulled away as he nudges his chin gently against Toshi's spine, a concerned little questioning hum upon his lips. "What's wrong..." He watches warily as his partner pulls away to catch his breath, hesitant to even approach or touch him in this state, though his body aches to keep going, making it difficult to focus on picking up the silent cues he'd ordinarily be honing in on. The younger teacher frowns a little more as Yagi pulls away, about to follow him and offer assistance or space or whatever he might need, but soon enough he's met with another passionate kiss, his outstretched hand suddenly burdened with the cold bottle. "Oh," he sighs softly in relief, his features relaxing back to neutral once more, "Was that all..." Aizawa drops the bottle off to the side of the mattress, still within easy reach, and pulls his shirt up over his head, then lounges back between Toshinori's long legs, finally sinking his weight into every curve and angle of his fiancé's body with nothing left between them.

"Yes, it is, I want to watch you right now, so I can remember every little detail, from the way your hair fluffs up when it's rubbed on a pillow, to the red glint of your eyes when you finally slide into me after we’ve been kissing too long," Toshi smiles a little and rests both hands on Shouta's chest, sliding them slowly up his throat to cup his face tenderly in both broad palms. "I want to see all of those things, all of the time, I want to give you anything you need and take whatever you have to offer. I love you." He sighs lowly and leans up to give Shouta a deep slow kiss even as he rocks his bony hips in a firm grind, arching his body slightly to press up against the lean corded weight of the younger man's frame.

Sneaking his hand back between them, Aizawa grins and wraps his fingers clumsily around the both of them, slowly stroking both shafts with his calloused fingertips gliding along thin skin as he watches Toshi's expression just as greedily, a little growl of pleasure rumbling in the back of his throat as he ruts against the firm erection trapped beneath him. As the large palms slide up his throat and across his stubble, Shouta sighs contentedly and relaxes his head into them, turning to the right a little as though about to press another kiss there in their habitual gesture, but he changes it up at the last second to pluck the smooth band of tungsten between his teeth in a playful nip, letting go as Yagi's proclamation washes over him, responding in kind with a whisper, "Exactly." Still holding himself up on his left hand, he haphazardly sinks into half a push-up, leaning in eagerly to meet his partner's mouth in a heated kiss, his tongue nimble and firm against Toshi's slower, gentler one. The shorter hero's arm trembles a little with the effort of holding his weight aloft, as his restraint starts to give out and he rocks his weight back onto his knees instead, now wrapping both palms around them as he grinds and pushes in against that warm friction, biting his lip with a guttural groan as he squeezes hard with a hand around each of their bases, spilling over across Toshi's abdomen with his cheeks burning and his pulse pounding hard in his ears.

The taller man groans and struggles to keep his eyes trained on Aizawa's face, rather than squeezing them shut as is his habit while he rocks and thrusts into those broad calloused palms needily. He makes a little ragged cry of need as he feels the hot liquid splashing across his belly, trembling a little against his love's weight. "Please," he gasps, different from when he said it before, this time the word is soaked with lust as his hips arc upwards seeking that friction from just a moment ago. Toshi groans and tosses his head back against the pillow, unwilling to let go of the gruff man's face for a moment even to let himself come. Long legs shift farther apart and one hooks over Aizawa's hips as the blonde silently begs.

Shouta's heart does a funny little flutter in his chest at the wanton expression which follows his every move, and the needy plea from his lover's lips. Pulling his hands free for a moment, he stoops to wipe them hastily on the comforter, then reaches up to tie his hair up out of his face, keeping it from obstructing the view Toshinori seems to crave so badly. Then without further ado, he scoots back again and slides his palms up under either side of Yagi's back, pulling the lanky frame closer as he ducks his chin to drag his tongue in long, broad strokes up the older hero's abdomen, cleaning off a bit of the mess and leaving behind a damp trail cooling in the night air, quickly working his way back down to wrap his lips back around the straining length as those legs slide slowly up his flanks until he shrugs his way under them, suckling greedily at Toshi's glans with his bony knees propped up on either shoulder.

Toshi squirms on the bedspread, his hands clenching on it, as the warm tongue on his belly tickles a pathway down to his throbbing shaft. He bites his lip roughly as he trembles then tosses his head back abruptly when Shouta's hot mouth closes on him once again, white hot sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine at the light touch of lips on his painfully hard flesh. He sucks in a sharp breath and groans a loud curse as his hips thrust upward against Aizawa's hold as he comes, his whole body jerking slightly as shot after sticky shot pours out of him to fill his lover's mouth. The lanky blonde sinks backward with another groan after a few electric moments, his whole body tingling and trembling a little. "S-Shouta..." he pants and reaches down to pull on the smaller hero with limp hands, "...come up here..."

The smaller hero tries his best to gulp it all down the back of his throat, already prepared and half-expecting the immediate climax as soon as he'd gone up against his gag reflex. He squeezes firmly at Toshi's backside and swallows a couple more times, then lets his jaw go slack as he pulls away to catch his breath, yanking one arm free to wipe his tongue on it, trying to trade the bitter salty taste for the more familiar salt of sweat. "We should... try that pineapple idea," he mutters weakly, smacking his lips as he crawls up to settle in as beckoned, curling around Toshinori's left side with a firm hug around his chest and a few kisses into the crook of his neck.

The rangy blonde limpy curls around his partner for a few moments until a thought manages to float upwards through his hazy brain. "Oh... wait..." he says and slowly pulls away, reaching to pat his hand on the nightstand a few times until an orange wrapped ball rolls into reach. He brings it closer to squint at it, then unwraps it with a little crinkle. "Here, open up," Toshi murmurs softly, popping the chocolate ball into his fiance's mouth when he does, then giving him a little kiss of appreciation before snuggling close again, both arms wrapping around that sinewy body weakly.

Shouta grins appreciatively at the promising sound of cellophane, and perks up to happily close his lips around Toshi's fingers, chocolate and all, teasing a quick swipe of his tongue across the older man's fingertips as he settles back in to let the treat melt in his mouth. "Mmmuch better, thank you," he tilts his head to press sticky kisses to his partner's jawline, fingers dancing languidly across the planes of his chest. More than content to relax in the tangled embrace of his beloved, Aizawa lets his eyes sink shut as he gradually starts to cool down, letting his mind wander as he tries to collect his thoughts. "I don't have many friends to invite," he sighs softly, glancing up to catch Toshi's eye as he speaks, "To a wedding, I mean. Probably just Hizashi and Nemuri. What about you?"

Toshi tilts his head very slightly to better catch the words, then he makes a soft humming sound. "I think we ought to invite the entire staff, but I'd prefer we just very quietly get married. Find a priest, and a nice place, and let it just be the two of us. Then we can tell Hizashi and Midnight and everyone else and let them plan a ridiculous party." He laughs softly and lifts a shoulder in a shrug. "I told you I wasn't a frills and fuss kind of guy. Romantic? Yes. Very much yes. That's why something quiet would mean more to me than all the pomp and ceremonies that normally happen with these things." The tall blonde shivers a little, his skin prickling in the cool air as he snuggles closer, the sweat on his body already dry.

"A nice place... like the courthouse, perhaps?" Aizawa smirks and teases another few kisses to Yagi's gaunt cheek, slowly seeking his way back to that mouth as he slides his knee in between the taller hero's thighs, gradually rolling more of his weight back on top of him to absorb his body heat greedily. "Honestly the whole idea is a little bit of a muddled mess for me, as motivations go. But it could make things easier on you if something happened to me first, so." Shouta rolls one shoulder in a half-hearted shrug, not in a rush to really analyze the rest of the desires muddying his rationality. "As long as that's set up, I'm happy to agree to anything else you like." He presses a fond kiss to the tip of Toshi's nose, a palm planted on the mattress to either side of his head.

"A little romance would be nice, and a courthouse isn't it!" Toshi laughs softly and wraps his arms snugly around his love's waist, pulling Aizawa down to lay flush against his scarred chest. He pauses to consider the rest of the words, then tilts his head a bit and noses into tangled black hair fondly. "A muddled mess? How so? Talk to me, love, the only way I can understand is if we work it out." With one hand he slowly smoothes his palm up the bare skin along Aizawa's spine, dipping into the valley made by his muscles and vertebra.

Shouta chuckles softly and relents, settling in with his head tucked under Toshi's chin as he pulls his arms in snug around the taller man's shoulders. "Mmmff..." Aizawa curls his fingers in against the freckled skin, digging in gently with a soft sigh at the prompting. "It's... a war of values, older and newer. Traditionalism versus... humanism." Forcing himself to relax his fingers, Shouta strokes softly at where they'd squeezed, then reaches up blindly with one hand to cup Toshi's cheek, tender and still as he speaks just loudly enough to be heard, if that. "Mainstream culture, our parents, the media, we're taught from a young age to treat each other, especially our loved ones, as... possessions. Something to own and guard and hoard and claim as our own. I don't want to reduce you down to that, not when you're so much more. And yet, the small part of me that does want to keep you all to myself, isn't that just the indoctrination talking?" Aizawa sighs once more and twists carefully in place, shifting to slide back off to the side before he reaches down to pull a blanket up over them, and cuddles back in against All Might, reaching back for one arm to pull him in as the big spoon this time, slotting perfectly into place under his chin. "For this ceremony, this... institution to mean something to me, it's... the two of us, fusing into a stronger, better person. A partnership to lean upon for support, not some statement that says nobody else can 'have' you."

Toshi is still for a long moment as he considers this, then he pulls the smaller man in closely with both arms, pressing their bodies tight to each other. "Shouta, I'd never in a thousand years think that you'd want to marry me to possess me. If I did, I'd flee for the hills so fast you'd need a bullet train just to see the dust I kicked up." He laughs softly for a moment, then sobers quickly. "This, what this means to me, isn't so I can claim you either. It's my trust, my companionship, my tenderness... I want to give them to you, over and over, until we're deaf and blind and sitting in rocking chairs together yelling 'Remember the good old days!?' at each other. I want to grow old with you, Aizawa Shouta, as old as I can, and I want to share my life with you until I die."

Aizawa scoffs playfully with one eyebrow arched, amusement hinting at his voice, "Rocking chairs? Do they even still make those anymore?" He grips gently at the forearm wrapped around him, sliding his hand down to meet those long graceful fingers again, slowly swiping his thumb across the metal band with a soft hum. "And mine to you," he vows, his words choking up a little in his throat, "That's what this is. A reminder that you don't have to carry your scars and guilt and grief and burdens alone anymore. You don't have to keep trying to be an island." Twisting his neck back to catch Yagi's eye, Shouta squeezes firmly at his hand, "I'll come with you to bring flowers next time, okay? In fact... how about right there? Is Okunoin a nice place?"

Toshi smiles and leans down a bit to kiss the side of Aizawa's face, kissing a little trail across his cheekbone. "It's a very nice place. A very strange place. Some of the headstones, they're... definitely something! But yeah, it's a nice place to rest." He stills for so long it's almost as if he's fallen asleep but then he shifts a bit to hug Aizawa tighter against his chest. "I don't want to talk about that right now though. I don't want to think about it, I just want to bask in my romantic feelings instead of wallowing in guilt. Later. We can talk about it later." The blonde man smiles into the tangled black hair under his mouth. "We have all the time we need to talk about things, now."

The underground hero only nods and turns back to nestle in the crook of Toshi's neck again, slipping his arm in under the blanket to slide down the taller man's flank, resting at his hip with a fond squeeze. "I'm glad we finally have a day off tomorrow," he agrees softly, pressing flush against the warm body behind him, "We can... 'bask' all night, if we want to." He grins and reaches in front of him, where the little bottle of lube had lain discarded since earlier, and plucks it to his chest to tuck into the long fingers pulled around him in a hug, manually closing them around the plastic contour with a low chuckle.

"I'm surprised you have the energy, Mr. I Still Smell Like A Bar." Toshi laughs and rolls the little bottle back and forth in his fingers slowly, teasingly brushing the cool plastic against Aizawa's chest. He lifts his free hand and licks his palm, getting it damp before sliding it back under the covers and farther down to cup at the gruff man's cock very gently, smoothing over the mostly soft flesh with damp fingers until it stiffens in his hand. The older hero grins slightly and strokes it languidly, playfully, his grip slippery and teasing. "Unless you just wanted to lay there like a rock and let me do all the work."

"Mm, tempting~" Shouta croons softly, his fingers squeezing at Toshi's arm with a little groan of pleasure as the older hero works him up into a second wind, his hips grinding minutely into that giant palm as his body responds to the call just as eagerly as if he'd still been ten years younger, though his muscles are still awash in a light fatigue from a long week and their short bout from earlier. "If you don't mind doing all the work... I'd be happy to take you up on that offer." Aizawa idly reaches up to pull his hair free of the band he'd thrown it into, and gathers a fistful to sniff at curiously. "Yeah, that's a little stale... At least they changed out the old smoky upholstery."

Toshi laughs softly and nudges his knee against the back of Aizawa's leg, sliding it under the smaller man’s thigh to get him to lift the leg up. He leans down a bit to run his tongue along the outside edge of his love's ear as he moves his hands away to pop open the bottle of lube, pouring a small amount in his hand and rolling his fingers in it to warm it. Toshi slides a hand between their bodies and teases two fingers into Shouta's entrance, sliding them slowly and deeply in. "Well, you can shower after this if you want, and if you just wanna wait until morning that's fine too. Our blankets have seen so much worse by now." He nips at the curved shell trapped in his teeth as he leisurely fingers his partner, content to take his time.

Aizawa complies easily and raises his leg up and over Toshi's hips, hooking his foot behind the other's knee for leverage to pull himself in closer with a soft groan as the warm, slick fingers push their way into him. He twists his hair up out of the way and tucks it under his neck, baring more of his ear and throat for those perfect teeth, letting out a contented hum as he relaxes in his lover's arms. "I have a sneaking suspicion that I won't want to move after this..." He chuckles softly and slides his hand down Toshi's arm with a firm squeeze at his wrist, silently egging him on to add another finger or two, still grinding back against that hand to meet each push and tease into his depths. Still hungry for more contact, Shouta reaches up with his left hand to grasp at Yagi's free palm, arching up off the bed a little to tug it into shifting into a more comfortable position, where he's able to nibble playfully at those long, graceful fingers, his thumb still pressed flat against the cool band of tungsten.

"Here, open your mouth," Toshi murmurs, rubbing his thumb slowly against the smaller man's lower lip before he slides his fingers into Aizawa's mouth, lightly rubbing fingertips against his tongue while at the same time sliding a third finger into his slick hole. The blonde hero works his fingers in slowly, searching for that one spot and grinning when he finds it, lightly scissoring his fingers against it before rubbing it in firm little strokes and thrusts. Toshi alternates different kinds of teasing touches to his love's prostate while he brushes his lips against the arc of Shouta's throat, lightly kissing and painting a trail of saliva with his tongue as the fingers in the gruff man's mouth work in and out slowly, both hands almost mimicking each other.

"Mm," Shouta grins and parts his jaws eagerly to let the tempting fingers in, sealing his lips around those bony knuckles as he runs his tongue along each pad, using the oral fixation as a bit of a distraction from the little shocks of pleasure running up his spine from the other hand teasing at his prostate. He bites gently and sucks in a hiss of air through his teeth as that third finger finally pushes into him, milking a groan from the back of his throat as his hips jerk back into Toshi's palm, and his own hands search for purchase amongst the bedsheets, Yagi's forearms, a pillow, and eventually a desperate grab at his own stiff erection, giving a couple strokes to take the edge off. "Hlease, Dossi..." Aizawa's absentminded pleading comes out mangled from trying to speak around the larger man's fingers, and he huffs softly in frustration, then pulls his head away and twists back to reach where his partner had been teasing at his neck, a ragged whisper leaking out as he nudges against Toshi's jaw, "Just... fuck me already..."

The blonde makes a soft little laugh and keeps teasing, leaning up to trail his tongue down the thick tendon of Aizawa's neck. "I don't know... that doesn't sound like you want it that badly," he murmurs playfully, still giving featherlight touches to that one spot, barely enough friction or pressure to give the dark-haired man the sensation he's craving. He slides the fingers that are slick with saliva down to Shouta's chest to roll one nipple between his fingertips, all of his motions slow and tender. "Maybe I should just go to sleep for the night, since you don't seem that interested." The grin in his voice can practically be felt and Toshi slips damp fingers down to lightly slick them over the head of his lover's cock.

The underground hero pouts a little, even as his eyes sink shut and his head tilts back from the warm tongue against his throat and the damp fingers teasing down his chest. "Ahh, are you... rescinding your offer?" He pulls his right hand free from its grip, and shifts it to the corresponding grip behind him, making a blind grab for the warm firmness he'd been grinding back against, and wraps his fingers around it with a snug squeeze. Running his thumb over the flushed head, Shouta cants his hips back at a better angle and carefully guides that sensitive tip up against his body, where the fingers sliding into him have failed to do much more than tease, and he plants his heel against the mattress to insistently push himself backwards an inch or two, hoping to get his point across. "Come on, sunflower," he pleads breathily, his fingers shaking a little as he pulls them away, relinquishing control once more, "Fill me up again. Please."

Toshi pauses to press a kiss against the back of his lover's neck before gently tugging his slick fingers free and smearing the extra lube down across himself in a few brief strokes, then he pulls his hand away to tightly grip Aizawa's hip as he slowly pushes in, groaning a bit at the feeling. He pauses for a second when the head of his shaft slips past the tight ring of muscle, gently pressing his teeth into the soft skin of Shouta's throat as he rolls his hips with slow unhurried thrusts, sinking a little deeper each time until the smaller man is seated firmly against his lap. "Like that?" the blonde hero breathes, his breath making a damp mark across bitten skin while he gives a slow and very hard thrust, using the grip on his lover's hip to pull him back at the same time to go as deep as he possibly can. Toshi stays that way for a moment, grinding his hips a little, then grits his teeth and slowly pulls back out before pausing and pressing back in deeply all over again.

Starting to heat up again from the friction and close contact, Aizawa pants softly as he lifts his leg again to kick the blanket off, leaving it crumpled around their feet. The loss of the fingers elicits a soft whimper from the back of his throat, but it quickly shifts into a groan of pleasure as the thick shaft replaces them, pushing gradually into him with that heady heat and weight filling his gut. "ohgodyes," Shouta whines softly to himself, reaching up to caress Toshi's angled jaw and chin in a silent gratitude for the bite and the careful penetration. His left hand worms a little lower as Yagi grinds in flush against his behind, trailing a few fingers down his stomach to palpate curiously along the dark trail of hair under his navel. "Fffuck," he hisses softly, and wedges his left arm back up to squeeze at the larger hand cradling his head, his right hand tugging the tight grip from his pelvis to pull it around front, "Can you feel that?" Aizawa carefully guides those long fingers to where he'd been prodding, and he squeezes briefly around the thick base and arches his back against Yagi's chest for a better angle as he pushes his lover's hand against his abdomen, showing him the enthralling shape of that firm length buried deep within him, filling and stretching at his limits with a delicious pressure that shoots a thick wave of arousal down his spine just from thinking about it. "Incredible..."

Toshi doesn't say anything as he flattens his palm against the slight bulge under Aizawa's skin, he just stills for a moment and then slides long fingers down through thick curls to tightly grip his lover's shaft, giving it slow strokes in time with his thrusts. With his other hand the gaunt blonde gently turns the smaller man’s head to the side so he can lean up and over Shouta's shoulder for a deep kiss, tongue delving in deeply to glide it along the roof of his mouth. Toshi keeps up the careful thrusts and touches, touching Shouta like they're making love for the very first time, his hips angled to stroke against his love's prostate with each thrust. He pulls out of the kiss to watch Shouta's face intently, his breath heavy and little drops of sweat beading up on his skin. With his right hand he rubs a callused thumb in a slow circle around the heavily leaking tip of the hard member in his hand, fingers slowly playing along the thick vein along the underside.

So focused on the internal sensations, Aizawa hardly notices the addition of the warm grip around his erection, aside from a vague background feeling of rightness, as though he'd been missing a piece and had finally found it. He twists eagerly in place, craning his neck back to accept the kiss with a happy moan of contentment, welcoming the chocolate-tinged tongue alongside his own as he slides his hand back up Toshi's arm to squeeze firmly at his elbow, using that and his knee for leverage to grind firmly back into his lap. As his partner pulls away from the kiss, Shouta's eyes crack open slowly, glancing up at him with a questioning hum. "Hm? What's up, sunfl- ah that's nice..." Sinking back into the throes of passion, the younger teacher nearly knocks his head into his partner's jaw, arching back against him at the teasing fingers playing along his flesh.

"You're beautiful," the blonde hero whispers in a low growl as he cradles his face into the curve of Aiazwa's throat, his golden blonde bangs trailing across damp skin and snagging on dark stubble as he nuzzles and kisses the younger man tenderly. Toshi keeps up his slow languid motions for as long as he can possibly hold out, rolling his hips to thrust deep inside of his partner while stroking him with a careful grip, his other hand coming to cross over Aiazwa's chest to rest on his heart. With an explosive breath against the younger man's skin, Toshi suddenly speeds up both his thrusts and the strokes of his hand, quietly murmuring an apology against the side of his partner's neck.

Shouta's cheeks burn a little hotter at the soft compliment, and he tilts his head upward to bare his throat for more of that teasing mouth against his pulse. As the broad palm shifts across his chest, Aizawa pulls his hand up to squeeze firmly at it, channeling the slight stings of pain from the delicious stretch and burn of his partner pushing deep into him, fingers trembling a little from the force of their passionate union. "Don’t apologize," he growls softly, sliding his right hand back to grip firmly at the bony pelvis rocking frantically against his own, "I can take it." Making one last-ditch effort with his focus, Shouta pulls shakily at the leg and two arms, rolling over onto his front as he tries to take the taller hero with him, making it easier to cut loose and set a faster pace, panting heavily through his teeth as he bites hard on the pillow and groans loudly as the hand on his shaft and the hot, sliding pressure within him push past his restraints and send him tumbling over the edge with a little spasm beneath the lanky frame looming over him.

Toshi clings to the smaller man as they shift positions, and braces his weight up on one elbow and his knees, steadying himself a little before resuming his rough thrusts. His damp skin slides across his lover's intimately and the blonde trembles a bit as he feels Shouta clench and shudder underneath him, giving a low moan at the sensation. For a second he stills, then he moves both hands to grip at the lean hips beneath his, holding the gruff man in place as he roughly fucks him. "S-Shouta..." Toshi groans loudly as he suddenly comes with a shudder, hips jerking forward to drive himself deeply into the smaller man with each hot sticky pulse. The tall blonde man shivers, his eyes closed as he rides the euphoric high for a long moment, then he slumps down against Aizawa's body with a groan. "Damn..." Toshi pants a little, shifting one hand to rake his tangled bangs out of his face before nuzzling in to kiss Aizawa's cheek.

The firm bite into the pillow grows even harder as Aizawa muffles a few sparse grunts of pain at the rough pace, pounding into his body as it prickles past the point of pleasure and into the realm of over-sensitivity. He holds his tongue, eyes clenched shut for the duration as he knows his partner won't be far behind, and focuses on relaxing into it, rather than tensing up and hurting himself. Then, as the larger hero presses in close and falls into bliss, Shouta shakily reaches back with his left hand, still supporting their combined weight on his right shoulder, and seeks out Toshi's fingers with a reassuring squeeze. He finally relaxes his jaw with a soft sigh of relief, turning back to meet the kiss with a fond smile. "You don't say," he murmurs tiredly, holding tight to his fiancé's free hand as he carefully folds his right leg down and back, slowly rolling over to avoid pulling free from their union as he relaxes as the little spoon again, on their right side this time, side-eyeing the mess he'd made on the bottom sheet as he maneuvers to rest behind it, hoping Yagi would have enough room between him and the edge of the mattress. "I'm going to miss this."

Toshi keeps the smaller man gathered to his chest as he shifts back into being the big spoon, giving Aizawa a few more kisses along the line of his jaw. He pants a little and flops his head against the pillow, body cooling off slowly. After a few moments what Aizawa said sinks in and he lifts his head again, cracking open one eye. "Miss what?" Toshi tilts his head a little, then makes a small hiss as his softening shaft slips free of his lover's body. He pushes Aizawa's hair up to kiss along the line of his neck again with a happy hum of pleasure.

About to respond, Shouta's words catch in his throat at that slippery, unpleasant emptying sensation, his fingers digging slightly into Toshi's palm though he doesn't comment on it. "This, our bed, our home, our little family..." He bows his head to his chest as those warm kisses press against his nape, his eyes sinking shut in contentment. "The semester is almost over, next week is the final exam. Then after that, we're off to the summer camp training grounds." Aizawa sighs and twines his fingers in with the longer ones, stretching his foot out to fish around for the blanket crumpled at the foot of the bed again. "We'll have a small squad of pros waiting out there to greet us, but otherwise it's just the homeroom teacher with each class. You'll get a break from teaching for a bit."

The tall blonde stills as he turns it over in his mind, one arm sliding up and over Aizawa's chest to rest a hand on his heart. For a few long minutes he stays like that, then he nuzzles the back of the gruff teacher's neck and murmurs very softly, "I guess I'll have to think of a way to make sure you come running back after training camp is over," Toshi breathes softly. He nestles close for a long tender moment, lips pressed to the bare back of Shouta's neck, then he sits up and tugs the filthy sheet off the bed. The taller hero uses one clean corner to wipe them both down carefully, then he wads the whole thing up and tosses it on the floor, hauling the blanket over the two of them as he cuddles up against his love's back.

Aizawa just raises one eyebrow in amusement, sitting up as his partner pulls away to strip the bed clean, "Oh? I'm sure you'll think of something... Not that I'll need any prompting, I'm sure." He grumbles softly as the sheet is tugged out from under him, and reluctantly rolls over to assist the chore, reaching to tug the corner of the fitted sheet up off the mattress. Settling back in on the bare pillowtop with a little shiver, he presses back against Toshi's front and reaches for his hand again, finally starting to drift off as the fatigue sets in. "I do still want to go camping with you, if we can find the time. No students, no coworkers, no training facilities..." Shouta stifles a yawn and tucks his head back into the hollow of his lover's neck, letting his eyes sink shut, "Just us and nature."

Toshi strokes his knuckles gently across Aizawa's cheek tenderly before combing fingers through his tangled black hair, yawning a bit in reply. He wraps both arms around the smaller man and snuggles against his body tightly, eyes slipping shut as he relaxes into the embrace. "That would be wonderful... just you and me. Together. Like this, always." He turns and presses a kiss against Aizawa's forehead, then slowly drifts off to sleep tenderly curled up with the man he loves.