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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.