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A message appears on Aizawa's phone. There's a photo attached, and with it comes a cheerful Good morning! Hope training camp is going well. ❤︎ Call me when you can, don't open the picture with students around. Ilu!

Bored with waiting for the students to arrive at the training lodge, Aizawa dodges the small talk from the Pussycats by checking in on his phone. He smirks behind his scarf, saving the photo attachment for later that night, and sends off a quick reply before tucking the phone back in his pocket to feign interest in the other heroes' tales of forest scouting encounters. Just arrived, about to get settled in. I'll call after curfew. He takes a picture of the scenery, about to add it as an attachment, but thinks better of it after remembering the strict policy of secrecy they'd been implementing on this trip.

A few more photos get sent over the course of the day, each with a cheerful note until a final message appears near sunset with the teasing words, Open them in order ❤︎, then call me.

Giving one last survey across the room of exhausted, sleeping students, Aizawa nods to himself and quietly readies himself for bed as well, shutting off the bathroom light before locking every door in the lodge and signing off with Vlad for the night. The 1-B teacher would take the first watch, while Eraserhead and the Pussycats got some rest... or at the very least, some relaxation. Zipped into his sleeping bag in the corner nearest the door, Shouta dims his phone screen until it can't be seen through the thick yellow fabric, then eagerly pulls up each and every treat that had come in throughout the day.

The pictures Toshinori sent are beyond racy. The first shows him with the hem of his shirt gripped in his teeth and a grin on his face, both hands tugging at the belt and zipper of his pants. Each photo shows him getting more and more worked up, the second and third show the blonde with his head thrown back as he strokes himself with one hand and sucks on the fingers of his free hand, the fourth shows him gasping as he thrusts the fingers in and the fifth shows off his wanton face as he rides his digits with stroking himself. The sixth and final picture shows an exhausted but sated Toshi, chest splattered with cum and face red as drool speckles his chin, his semen-soaked fingers rubbing against his bottom lip.

Shouta lingers longingly over each photo, his cheeks burning in the dark at the still-frame show Toshinori had put on for him. Peeking out the drawstring of his sleeping bag, he glances around once more to make extra sure that everyone else is sound asleep, before rolling over to face the wall, dialing his fiancé before he wedges the phone under his head, holding it in place to whisper into while leaving his hands free to wander. After just a moment of ringing, the line picks up on the other side with a cheerful, "Hello Shouta! How was your day of training out in the field?" His tone is playful, as if he has no clue that he sent the pictures, much less the effect that they're having on the younger teacher. Faint shuffling sounds can be heard in the background though, as if someone's getting comfortable on a bed.

"Ah, it wasn't much just yet. Pixiebob ran them through the dirt devils on the way in, and the rest of us cooked dinner. Tomorrow is when we'll actually get to work." Aizawa speaks in hushed tones under his breath, murmuring softly enough to not disturb the nearest of the boys, sleeping a good ten yards away. "You'd love it out here. I haven't breathed air this smog-free in years... and... I think I saw a nice place on the way. I can't give out specifics over the phone while we're out here, but I captured the coordinates for later." He sighs softly, remembering the waves of wind rustling through the huge field of sunflowers they'd passed, just before the bus had wound its way through the mountain gorge. "How was your day? And... did you buy a tripod mount for your phone?"

Toshi hums in reply, understanding what Aizawa had meant when he’d said a nice place, but then he laughs a little. "No, no, I took a video and then snapped screenshots of it to send you. I just propped my phone up in its holder so it'd have a nice angle. I didn't think you could watch the video with so many people around, and I know you can't talk much." The blonde man laughs again, his laugh this time is a bit lower and his voice is very slightly husky. "How about I tell you about what I was thinking about when I made that video for you?" More shuffling sounds can be heard, and a very faint mrt. "Ah, Mara says hello by the way!"

Shouta grins at the faint sounds of the ginger back at home, "Does she now? Please advise her Majesty that her loyal knight highly anticipates a furlough from his duties." The underground hero chuckles softly and teases the fingertips of his right hand a little lower in the sleeping bag, pulling loose the drawstring on his pajama pants. "That was a nice angle. I'm impressed, sunflower, did you take a film course while you were studying abroad?" His voice is barely above a whisper at this point, only loud enough to add that playful intonation as he slides his hand past the waistband, toying idly with a few coarse curls. "Go on, then... tell me~"

Low husky laughter fills the call for a moment before Toshinori answers. "No, and honestly that's the first time I've even shot something like that so I'm glad you enjoyed it." A faint snap sound is heard in the background, like that of the sticky lid of a plastic bottle. "Shouta let me know if you can hear me okay? I need two hands for this. I'm going to put you on the pillow so I can work myself open and use that toy, the pink one? I'm going to use it and think of you." The baritone voice sounds a bit shy but Toshi's laughing very softly. "When I made that video I was thinking of your hands, your shoulders, that little tilt you put your head in and the look you give me when you want something." The blonde gasps a little then mutters, "Ah, cold! I should have warmed this lube up!"

"So you've got me on the pillow, then... I can hear you." Shouta shivers at the imagery, picturing his lover at home, going all-out in his stead. "I can almost see you, sunflower, you don't mind me... watching?" The huddled teacher teases his fingertips along his length, doing very little to coax it to life as he whispers into Toshi's ear, "You like thinking of my hands? Think of how my hands would take over for yours, how I'd cup your balls in one palm to keep them safe. Then I'd reach in and spread that lube on thick and slippery, and push my fingers right into you, get 'em nice and warm as I'd hook my fingertips into your walls and milk you for pleasure..." Shouta lets out a shuddering breath, blowing across the microphone tucked under his cheek, as he rolls his thumb lazily over the smooth head in his grasp, not really connecting the mental image to the generic feedback of pleasure. "Only start to spread you open after a minute or two, once you're hard and leaking and ready for more..."

Toshi groans softly in response to the words, the sound heavy and breathy from how close his mouth is to the speaker. "...I love your hands, how rough and good they feel on my skin, how deep....aaaah...you can put them in me..." The blonde hero softly moans as he slides his fingers in deeply, almost as if following Aizawa's nearly silent growl as a command. He makes a few more panting moans into the speaker as he works them in and out before continuing. "Nnn, I just... just put in a third finger and god, Shouta, your hands feel so good on me right now. Ah, that feels so good, right on that spot..." Toshi can't help but bite his lip, his breathy moans becoming just a little muffled.

Aizawa squirms and crosses his ankles, pulling his legs in tight as his toes curl at the sound of Toshinori's pleasure on the other end of the line. "Mm, that's hot... the way you moan for me like that... Can you turn over on your knees for me, love? I'd pin your arms behind your back with one hand, the other still stretching you open and rubbing my knuckles up into you, pressing in deeper and harder for each time you say my name." With both hands shoved down his pants now, Shouta squeezes wantonly at himself and doubles into a fetal position until his forehead presses against the solid wood wall of the lodge, padded by the sleeping bag and the built-in pillow. He grunts softly and worms his left hand between his thighs, straining to get a better angle with his fingers as he's confined by the setting. "And then..." the riled-up hero pants softly, the recycled air growing stale in his cocoon, "Just when you feel like you want me to just rub it right out of you... that's when I'd pull my fingers out, warm a little lube up over myself, and slide riiiight into you. Mm, just like that~"

"I'd never stop saying your name, if you were going to finger me every time I did," the blonde hero laughs huskily, and shuffling sounds can be heard as he rolls over and gets on his knees. He grinds his shoulders into the pillow so he can keep using both hands, working the fingers of one in and out as he strokes himself with the other, making soft little keening sounds into the phone. "I'm g-going to use this toy like it’s you, Shouta, god I wish you were here digging your nails into my hips and biting the side of my neck." As he talks, he pulls his hands away to lube up the vibrator before lining it up against his entrance and sliding it in very slowly. "Nnn... aah, Shouta, you feel so good in me," Toshi moans as he pushes it in all the way up to the base and grinding it there, shudders running down his spine from the sensation. "...ahh, fuck.." He pulls the toy out and repeats the motion, much harder this time, and gasps very loudly with his mouth nearly pressed against the phone.

"Jesus, you sound good," Aizawa mutters softly and bites his lip to keep from groaning any louder. And just in the nick of time, as a sound from the students behind him catches his attention, and he freezes in place, his heart pounding in his ears from the sudden burst of adrenaline. "Shit," he whispers, "Keep going, I'll be right back with you." Shouta pulls his hands free, quickly ties his pants back on (with a little wince at the friction against his erection), and tucks the phone into his pocket as he sits up to squint around the darkness of the sleeping quarters. Satisfied to see no active stirring, he quietly unzips out of his bag and pads off to the bathroom, deadbolting the door behind him as he leans against it and pulls the phone back out, then hastily shoves his waistband back down over his hips. "Sorry. Talk to me, Toshi, how are you holding up?" He desperately wraps his free hand back around himself, fingers trembling a little as he strokes and pulls and tries to get that lovely mental picture back.

Soft laughter punctuated by gasping breaths drift through the speaker as Toshi laughs, still grinding the toy deep into his body. "Sounds..like hnn, like you almost got..nn..caught," he manages to moan in between thrusts, the slick obscene sounds just barely audible from the other side of the call. "S-shit, Shouta, you feel so good," the blonde groans very loudly as he shifts the angle of the toy and grinds it hard against his prostate, "oh my god, right there, I'm dripping everywhere." Toshi pauses for a just a moment, trembling as his free hand grips the blanket beneath him. "It's..so hard..to let myself be loud..like this but I want you..to hear me." With that last word Toshi thrusts the toy in as deep as it will go, his voice rising into a whining keen.

"Just being overly cautious," Shouta assures him, his own voice growing a little ragged around the edges with each new wave of desire coursing down his spine as he listens to the teasing words. "Oh Toshi, how I'd love to push right into you, and rock against that spot right there, watch you squirm under me while you drip all over my fingers..." A little hitch catches in the younger teacher's voice at this, as his own fingers quickly grow slippery from his own arousal, threatening to drip onto his pajamas until he swipes and spreads and strokes, hunching his right shoulder as he tucks the phone up between it and his ear, clumsily freeing his left hand to wander again. "Ahh... you should let yourself be loud like this more often, it's lovely... I think I like hearing your pleasure more than I like seeing you gagged," Shouta teases under his breath, ignoring the fact that he'd been the only one to wear the gag so far.

"I'll... I'll try... ah, Shouta... I miss you so much... hnn," the blonde hero resumes thrusting the toy, much rougher and faster this time, each thrust into his depths is punctuated by his soft keening moans that make it sound like Toshi's in the same room with Aizawa, his open mouth nearly covering the speaker of the phone as he pants openmouthed, drool dripping down his chin. "Shouta... I can't, I can't hold back... ah! I'm going to cum for you," Toshi grinds out as he slides a hand between his legs to finally stroke himself, his wanton voice unable to hide the slick obscene sounds in the background as he roughs fucks himself with the toy. "Aaaah! Shouta!" he manages to yell out in a strangled cry as he suddenly cums, spilling all over his hand while low breathy groans of pleasure fill the phone call, then silence broken by heaving breaths as he collapses on his side beside the phone.

With his fingers straining to push a firm pressure up into his perineum, Shouta trembles a little in his stance braced against the door, his own breathing coming quick and heavy into the receiver, "oh fuck, Toshi..." Aizawa squeezes hard at himself and pumps a few more times, sliding the thin skin up and over his head and back down as he rocks his hips a little, imagining his partner's body splayed out and squeezing around him instead of the rough friction of his own hand. Finally, with a hearty groan, he jerks and sinks a couple inches lower, curling in on himself as his climax rushes through his body, pulling his shoulders into a tense hunch as he spills into his cupped hand and across the floor, twitching reflexively in a futile hands-less grab for his phone as it tumbles from his shoulder and clatters to the tiled floor. "...Shit."

On the other end Toshi blearily lifts up his head and looks at the phone. "Shouta? Are you there?" No reply meets his soft question and he tries again, then realizes the call ended. He drops his head back down with a groan, still panting harshly into the mattress under his body. He whimpers as he pulls out the toy, resolving not to tell Aizawa how sore he's suddenly feeling after using it too roughly on himself.

Sinking the rest of the way to the floor on shaky legs, Shouta twists to reach awkwardly with his cleaner hand, and makes a grab for the phone to check it for damage. He sighs softly in relief at the sight of nothing worse than a couple of dings around the edge, and a slightly-dislodged battery. He fumbles one-handed to reassemble the device and power it back on, then immediately snaps a quick picture of the evidence before he tucks the phone away and pushes back up to his feet, stumbling across the room to grab for the toilet paper and clean up after himself. He flips the lights off and quietly sneaks back to his sleeping bag in the corner, then sends the pic to Toshinori by way of apology, Sorry, dropped the phone in the rush. You okay? <3

A picture immediately is sent back in return, mostly just of Toshi's flushed and sated face, two fingers to his lips in a proxy kiss. Yes, amazing, as long as no one caught u?

Aizawa glances blearily around the room again, and catches the hurried motion of Midoriya shifting to hide his face in his pillow. He sighs and checks the time, then sets an alarm for the start of his agreed shift to take watch, before plugging his phone in to charge for a bit. Deku might have heard a little, but probably not. should be fine. sleep well, sunflower Shouta sighs and rolls back over to face the wall, finally relaxing into sleep.

On the other end Toshi laughs to himself, blushing a little as he curls up under his comforter and snuggles Mara to his chest. Quickly he records a very quiet "I love you, goodnight Shouta." and sends it off to his absent lover before giving the lock-screen picture of the gruff man a soft kiss. He makes sure to set his alarm and plug in his phone before ducking his bare body entirely under the heavy duvet with a pleased sigh, drifting off into sleep.

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Aizawa Shouta: Sorry I didn't get much chance to check in today. Late night with the remedials, finally getting to sleep now. Hope you're well.
All Might ✪: Hello love! It's fine, I can understand with all the security restrictions. Did you know that there's a veeeeery old bookstore three blocks down from us? I went on a walk and explored a little!
Aizawa Shouta: Find anything good? Wish you were here... we made the students cook, and they could have used a couple lessons from you. Plus I've gotten spoiled, falling asleep with your arms around me.
All Might ✪: That's funny you should mention cooking! I bought a book of camp recipes, for when we go camping, so I'll send you a couple pics so you can impress them on your victims, I mean students <3 and yes, same here. I don't like sleeping alone with just Mara anymore.
Toshi send a few pictures of the recipes in the book, giving Aizawa maybe 8 or 9 options he could use.
Aizawa Shouta: Nice. I'll see if we've got these ingredients. Can't keep my eyes open, good night <3
The blonde sends one more picture, of him kissing Mara on her stripey cheek as she puffs up her whiskers.
All Might ✪: Good night, love you

Aizawa Shouta: day 3 is almost done, got a bit of time while the kids cook again. doing more remedials while they do a haunted woods activity after dinner. missing you and mara lots <3
All Might ✪: Shouta
All Might ✪: Why did you leave me alone with Mic and Midnight
All Might ✪: How did this happen
All Might ✪: What god did I piss off
Aizawa Shouta: what? what did they do
All Might ✪: Came over blackout drunk and Mic grabbed my dick and both of them insisted they wanted me to cook for them at 3 am but then fell asleep, so I went to bed and woke up and
All Might ✪: Shouta, there were tits in my face. I'm not against this but I would like very much to be prepared if possible. There were tits in my face and a dick that didn't belong to you against my back.
Aizawa Shouta: I'm going to kill them both. omfg I'm so sorry. get them both fired, they'd deserve it
All Might ✪: don't get them fired, they came over to find you, I think they forgot you were camping
Aizawa Shouta: that's no excuse to start harassing you. I hope you threw them off the balcony
All Might ✪: They both love you
All Might ✪: in their own ways
All Might ✪: and no, I did not. I ended up cooking breakfast for a pair of severely hungover assholes, and I got felt up. So uh
All Might ✪: going to demand an expensive dinner for this one.
Aizawa Shouta: from them, you mean? I can't afford to pay for the mistakes of my 'friends' every time they get wasted. and you ARE allowed to stand up for yourself, you know... unless you were enjoying it?
All Might ✪: from them, absolutely. And honestly, their rowdiness cheered me up! I was very lonely and I laughed so hard because they were absolutely fkd
All Might ✪: I forgive them, but
All Might ✪: you'll have to forgive them, I was getting out of the shower and they wanted to see my little Yagi
Aizawa Shouta: THAT'S WHEN YOU LOCK THE DOOR
All Might ✪: I did, they were very polite and asked.
Aizawa Shouta: oh??? what did you tell them
All Might ✪: I'm a man, Shouta. I'm at the very least proud of *that*.
Aizawa Shouta: wtf is that supposed to mean
All Might ✪: I showed them
All Might ✪: I can feel you yelling
Aizawa Shouta: I can't believe you sometimes. gotta go, I'll try to call tonight
All Might ✪: honestly, I'm so cheered up right now, I'm laughing. I love you, be safe
Aizawa Shouta: glad you're not lonely anymore, at least
All Might ✪: still lonely for you, would rather be in your arms than housing a pair of locusts
Aizawa Shouta: a cicada and a mantis, more like. ttyl
All Might ✪: love you <3

A phone call is here!
A phone call is here!
A phone call is here!

Toshi puts down his new cookbook and picks up the phone, propping it between his shoulder and his cheek so he can still flip pages. "Yes hello, Yagi here."

"Hey, sunflower," Aizawa's voice is strained, distracted, with the sounds of shouting in the background and an approaching ambulance siren. "Just wanted you to know I'm safe. We were attacked. Bakugo and Ragdoll are missing."

Toshi freezes and very slowly puts down his new book, then hops up out of his chair and runs to the bedroom to change out of his pajamas and into some actual clothing. He strips as he runs, carelessly shedding articles and hurriedly yanking on the nearest things that come to hand. "Where are you, I can hear the ambulance, what hospital are they taking you to," he demands harshly, yanking a yellow button-down over his head and roughly combing a hand through tangled hair

"Don't be brash," Eraserhead reminds the veteran pro, "It may seem like a moot point now, but I still can't disclose locations over the phone. The injured students are going to the nearest camp with a medical facility." Shouta sighs and leans against the side of the bus, twisting to look over his shoulder at the sparse few uninjured students already loaded up into it. "I'll be meeting the police investigators there to give statements and start the search for Bakugo and Ragdoll. You'll probably be called in to campus; if Nemuri and Hizashi are still around, take them with you."

Yagi swears and slaps his palm against the wall angrily. "They're not, they left this morning. Dammit Shouta, I don't even know where you went off to, but someone did! How bad is it, are any of the kids hurt? Are you hurt?" He yanks on his slacks and tie impatiently, then takes a few deep breaths to try and calm his racing heart.

"I'm fine," Shouta assures him, his voice low and rough with just as much frustration and helplessness as his fiancé on the other end of the call, "There was a gas attack quirk, fifteen passed out from it, and eleven others were injured. You'll be briefed with the rest of the staff. I have to go, we're about to head out." He ducks into his scarf, muttering directly into the receiver, "Stay calm, don't do anything irrational. I love you."

"I love you," Toshinori replies helplessly just before the call ends, then sits on the edge of the bed clutching the phone in both hands with his eyes squeezed tightly shut as his heart pounds against his ribcage. For just a moment he's still, then he hops up to yank on his shoes before grabbing his keys and darting out the balcony door. Toshi takes a steadying breath then quickly shifts into his hero form with a blast of steam, leaping through the sky with the force of a jet engine.

Aizawa sighs and tucks his phone away, makes one last round with the remaining paramedics and firefighters, then meets Vlad aboard the bus to help keep the remaining 11 students calm as they head for the relative safety of the nearby base camp, already consolidating the night's events into a statement for the police. He'd wished the training camp would end sooner... but not like this. It would be a long night, but the situation was out of his hands for the time being; all he could do now was give all the information to the police, and wait for the injured students to pull through.

Aizawa Shouta: the police said they'd bring you in on the case, are you on the way? find me in room 2671, will try to get some rest in the meantime. call if they give you any trouble.

All Might feels his phone vibrate against his thigh and he briefly closes his eyes in acknowledgement, before focusing back on the officer he's talking quietly to down in the lobby of the hospital. He crosses his arms over his chest, desperately wanting to check the message, but he forces himself to pay close attention to the debriefing session, stowing away special key points of interest in the back of his mind for when he has time to chew them over with Naomasa, who might have more insight. As the officer salutes and turns smartly away, he turns to glance at his fellow teacher. Mic shakes his head very slightly and lifts his upper lip to show off sharp canines. All Might gives him a very subtle nod and they draw closer together, close enough to speak in whispers.

"Someone's a spy," Mic growls softly, green eyes flashing behind yellow sunglasses, "there's not a soul who knew where those kids were except the people on the committee that picked the spot."

All Might nods and softly adds, "It's too convenient. Have you... been up to see him?" Mic sighs and lifts one shoulder in a tiny shrug.

"2671, he's not in the best of moods. Can't blame him, though, just giving you a heads-up, but maybe he'll be happier to see you than he was to see me. Hey... All Might?" The beefy hero pauses and looks back at Present Mic, who has an uncharacteristic tense expression on his face. "Be careful? I... have a bad feeling."

All Might gives him a small nod and ducks into the stairwell, hopping up the center open space to quickly get to the twenty-sixth floor. He trots down the hall, muttering numbers to himself, passing officers and shaken parents before he finds the right room and quietly ducks inside. "Shouta?"

Eraserhead jerks awake at the sound of the door opening, and flies into action with both hands whipping to grab his scarf, hair already drifting upwards as the door swings open. He blinks quickly as he recognizes the familiar profile of his fiancé, and his heart twists with a little pang of homesickness that he'd been trying to tamp down for the better part of a week now. "You made it," he murmurs hoarsely, speaking no louder than a stage whisper, trying to avoid disturbing the fitful sleep of the injured Midoriya, propped up in casts and bandages in the high-tech hospital bed nearby. Aizawa glances at the student for a moment, winces again at the sight of him, and swiftly crosses the room on silent, sock-clad feet, his combat boots discarded by the chair he'd been dozing in. Without another word, he throws both arms around All Might, pulling the larger hero in tightly as he buries his face against his partner's sternum, idly noting with a faint trace of amusement that his arms can barely reach halfway around the barrel-chested Symbol of Peace in his powered-up hero form.

All Might very quietly pushes the door shut with his foot as he wraps both arms around Aizawa and hugs him tightly without any words, his face buried in the tangled black locks of his lover. He rocks back and forth a little, the hands on the younger man's back giving a small tremble, the only clues to the fact that the huge hero is near tears. "I made it," he finally agrees hoarsely as he lifts his head and turns to look at his injured protégé. "He's had a hell of a time, but...even if he had no quirk, I think that Izuku would be a hero anyway." All Might wants so badly to let go of his hero form and just curl up together in the nearest safe place with Aizawa, but he doesn't dare drop his guard for even a moment.

"No doubt," Aizawa agrees with a wistful smile, glancing between the two One-For-All users, "He saved that kid, Mandalay's nephew. Tore himself apart fighting a villain alone, from what the kid says." The exhausted teacher sighs and shakes his head, then slips his arm around the small of All Might's back, leaning in against his left side to rest his head on one hulked-up pectoral. "You could lock that door and relax, sunflower. Save your strength while you can, yeah?" He glances up to meet his partner's eye, frowning a little at the sight of those deep shadows under his heavy brow. "It's... pretty bad, but we don't have enough information just yet to make a move. The rational course of action is to prepare; make sure we're at peak condition for when it's time to get Bakugo and Ragdoll back."

All Might gives his head a small shake as he declines the offer to rest for a moment, the normal grin he keeps plastered on this visage bleeding away into a more Toshinori-esque expression of worry, his blue eyes glowing dully. "I don't think that's a good idea... Mic thinks there's a spy, and I'm in agreement with him. It's too convenient that you were attacked out of range of help from other heroes, especially me. I didn't even know where to look for you. It seems to me..." He trails off and stares out the bay windows thoughtfully for a moment, watching the clouds like they have the answers. "I'd be the most concerned about the committee that decided that a camping trip was a good way to keep a lot of prospective heroes out of danger. They knew where you were."

"It's likely that we're being manipulated or betrayed, yes," Aizawa concedes softly, letting his eyes fall shut in mourning for the false sense of security they'd had until just recently, and his fingers pull tight to bunch at the fabric of Toshi's suit. "But constant vigilance is bound to exhaust us prematurely, and do more harm than good. To you especially." He sighs and glances up at his partner again, his heart hurting at the words even as he forces them out. "I know that you and the other faculty kept out of the loop can probably be discounted as having betrayed UA. That leaves a very small pool of possible candidates, and... I'm one of them. I'd understand if you needed some distance until this is all sorted out." Shouta rubs lightly at the larger hero's back for a moment, then lets his arm fall slack and tucks both hands into his pockets, turning to slouch back into the chair he'd been occupying for the past six hours.

All Might lets out a soft, disparaging laugh as he leans back against the door. "You're right, of course, as always. I can transform in just a second so it's not like someone can gain a march on me..." He turns and locks the door, releasing his hero form with a blast of steam and a sigh of exhaustion that unravels into coughing for a moment. Toshinori clenches his teeth for a few heartbeats to stifle the coughs so he doesn't wake the injured Midoriya, but the motion costs him, a little blood seeping out between his white teeth. After a moment the fit passes and Toshi sighs again, more gently this time, turning to the sink in the room to rinse his mouth and get a drink. "Don't... don't be stupid, Shouta," the tall gangly man growls tiredly as he wipes his mouth with the back of his yellow glove, "The two people I trust the most are in this room."

Shouta smiles wistfully at the reassurance, and scoots to one side of the semi-comfortable armchair, reaching out with a beckoning squeeze at Toshi's elbow, gently pulling him in to share the seat. "It may not necessarily be rational, but... I appreciate that. I know you'll keep us safe, now that you're here. But..." He sighs and draws one leg up on the edge of the chair, hugging around his knee, "I'm worried, from what you told me, it sounds like this might be related to what your old partner foresaw. I-" Aizawa lets out a pained little scoff, "I'm not ready to lose you, Toshinori. I wanted to... well." Glancing up from where he'd let his eyes zone out at the sterile floor tiles, Shouta dares to meet his partner's eyes, "As soon as the investigation progresses, things are probably going to start moving very quickly. If this really is our last night together, we should make the most of it."

Toshi braces his forearms on his knees and stares ahead pensively as his thoughts race, his hands curled into limp fists between his gangly legs. "That's funny, Mic was worried too. You know I... I thought that I was prepared to die. When I found Midoriya I thought, ‘Aha, now I can rest.’ But it's never that simple, is it? I didn't expect to still be needed. I didn't expect to... to fall in love. I'm sorry, for that." The taller hero pauses and turns his hands palm up, staring down into them as he hunches against Aizawa, his hero costume bagging untidily around him. "People will miss him when I fall, but only you and Midoriya, and a handful of other people will miss me. I never wanted to... to have anyone close to me again after Nana died, and now I do, I do, and I'll hurt all of you when... when it's my time to die." Toshi closes his eyes slowly and clenches his hands so tightly that the yellow leather of his gloves squeaks in protest.

"I don't regret this, not even if it ends tomorrow..." Aizawa curls his fingers tightly into the loose fabric draped across All Might's chest, pulling him in closer as he turns in place to face him head-on, "I could never regret loving you." He stares gravely, unflinching from the bright baby blues, as though daring Yagi to protest.

"Shouta. If this i-is it for me... All for One. I'll take him with me, or injure him so badly that he'll never rise up again." For a long, pensive moment Toshinori turns away and sits in silence, his eyes closed against the world, then he opens them once more to turn back and give Aizawa a soft kiss. The shorter hero leans into the kiss, tipping his head up to prolong it as much as he can, and sinks in against his partner’s form when the older man pulls away, resting there under his chin for a brief, precious moment. "I need to get going,” Toshinori murmurs softly into Shouta’s hair, “I have a lot to do before they'll release you, but I'll be home waiting on you. Please... please come home soon, alright?"

The door handle jiggles once, then a firm knock sounds at the door. Eraserhead is on his feet immediately, pulling the door open just far enough to stick his head out. "Midoriya is due for a new round of antibiotics and metabolic reagent," the nurse informs him, "And we've been cleared to contact the families of the students still admitted. The boy's mother has been called and is on her way. Is this a bad time?"

Shouta glances behind himself, giving Toshinori enough notice to make himself presentable to his preference, "No, we were actually about to head out for the night. You'll contact us with any further developments?"

"Of course."

The weary underground hero nods graciously and turns to fetch his boots and scarf, letting the door drift open behind himself as he draws near to Toshi. "I'll come with you, if that's okay."

The older hero has already transformed before Aizawa even opens the door, his nerves on a very fine hair trigger. He stays silent as he listens to the nurse but then sighs softly when she leaves. "Poor Inko... I'm sorry for what we're doing to your son." He puts his head in his hands for a moment, his guilt a nearly visible blanket draped over his shoulders. After a second, All Might stands and turns to Aizawa, cupping the side of his face in one gloved hand. "Shouta... I... need to do some things on my own right now. It won't take me long, it's just some things I need to set up, just in case..." He drifts off for a moment and slides his thumb over Aizawa's cheekbone before pulling his hand away. "Go ahead of me, go say hi to Mara, take a shower, grab some tea. I promise I won't be very long."

Aizawa shakes his head gently and tugs once more on Toshinori's elbow, leading the way out the door and into the hallway, "We can't blame ourselves for how he chose to fight the villains who chose to attack. We can only do our best to prepare them all... Come on, let's let him get some rest." He takes a few steps toward the elevator, but pauses to rest his chin in All Might's broad palms as the Number One Hero speaks, his eyes narrowing slightly at the excuse. "This way," he insists, stalking toward the elevator and half-dragging Yagi behind him until both heroes are sealed together for the twenty-five-floor ride down. Shouta scowls behind his scarf and crosses his arms over his chest, taking a deep breath as he formulates his words. "Ordinarily I would respect your privacy, not pry about where you run off to alone. You know that. But tonight... is a different case. This sounds like another one of those painful, important things that you shouldn't have to do alone. Talk to me, sunflower."

All Might nods and follows tamely, gently shutting the door to Midoriya's room behind him as they exit. Once they make it to the elevator, he crosses his arms over his chest and leans back against the wall. "I promise you, it's nothing too terrible. It's just... Naomasa was here working on the case, but he should be at his office by now... I want to go see him, he has some papers I need to sign in the event of my death," the big man makes air quotes as he says this with a small grimace, "but also to just, you know, see him. I don't want everything to go down a hole and not have had time to stop and drink coffee with my friend." He turns and drops a kiss on his lover's tangled mass of black curls. "And Shouta, I love you dearly, so let me tell you frankly; you need a shower."

"I'm sure I do," Shouta huffs softly and bows his head into the kiss, resting his forehead against Toshi's chest as a bit of the tension saps out of his shoulders at the innocuous answer. "I won't begrudge you saying goodbye to anyone." He sighs and strains up on his tiptoes to press a soft kiss to that trademark jawline with a slight scrape of stubble, then draws apart as the doors open onto the ground floor. "If I've passed out by the time you get home, wake me?" Aizawa backs out of the elevator as he trails one hand down his fiancé’s arm, giving a habitual squeeze to where that tungsten ring would have been, had the older hero's fingers not been too large to wear it with his golden-age costume.

All Might gives the hand in his a gentle squeeze as he nods in reply, letting his lover's hand go as he also exits the elevator, carefully fixing his trademark grin on his face as if nothing's wrong. He takes time to talk to other heroes and officers, keeping one eye on that tattered black jumpsuit until Aizawa disappears into the crowd, then All Might slips out of the hospital to quickly grab coffee for both himself and Naomasa, very faintly amused that the cashier refused to let him pay for it while he's in this form. He bounds to the police department to visit his friend, grateful for Naomasa's calm presence.

A few hours later and Toshinori's unlocking his front door quietly, trying to be silent if Aizawa is asleep, and as he pushes the door open, his suspicion is confirmed. The tall man sets his bag down by the door with his hero costume inside it, and crosses the room to sit on his knees in front of a sleeping Aizawa. He looks up at the gruff man for a long moment, just etching the contours of his beloved's face into the corners of his mind. After a few minutes, Toshi leans forward to rest his head in the younger hero's lap and slide both arms around his waist, the blue police hoodie bunching up around his arms.

Aizawa jerks awake at the touch, but glances down quickly to find that crown of golden hair settling into his lap, and he immediately relaxes once more, sinking the fingers of one hand into a gentle squeeze against Toshi's scalp, and the other down the back of his shirt, halfway wondering if Yagi had managed to get as far as changing out of his uniform without waking him. He tries to guess at how long he'd been out, at least long enough for his hair to air-dry, though without a clock nearby he can't tell much else. "Hey," Shouta murmurs fondly and pulls both hands around to cradle Toshi's pointed chin between them, stroking slowly over both cheekbones with his thumbs, "How did it go?"

Toshi hums a little and turns his head to kiss the palm of one of Aizawa's hands. "Nice, it was nice. He yelled a lot, which is unusual for him but... I probably deserve it." The blonde smiles some, not mentioning the parts where the stoic detective clung to his broad shoulders while they sobbed together. He reaches up and captures both of Aizawa's hands in his and gently rubs both thumbs against his palms as he keeps eye contact, his mood suddenly strangely quiet, but intense. "Close your eyes for a minute, would you?"

"You don't deserve to be yelled at," Aizawa tilts his head with a slight frown, still stroking gently until his hands are seized, and he gives a firm squeeze to the warm, calloused bindings, unsure what to say at a moment like this, but unwilling to tear his gaze away from the soft blue twin lights in the darkness of the living room, at least until it's asked of him. "Alright," he hums softly, letting his eyes sink shut once more, though he settles back against the couch and subconsciously tries to make up the difference by shifting his legs to close gently along either side of Toshi's body, subtly pulling him in closer.

Toshi shifts a bit, moving his legs to kneel on just one knee, the other upraised while he digs in the pocket of his hoodie with both hands. After a moment he makes a sound like he's taking a deep breath and says, "Okay, you can open your eyes." The real reason he needed to be away from Aizawa is dwarfed between his large, rough palms; a small black velvet box. "If there's one thing in my life I've ever wanted to get right, it's this. Shouta, will you marry me?" Toshi opens the box to show off the ring, a deep black ebony wood burnished to a high sheen and wrapped with a band of burnished gold the color of his own hair.

Meeting his partner's eyes once more, Shouta smiles a little in the dark, glancing back and forth between Toshi's face and the little box in his grasp. "What," the younger hero laughs softly and wraps his hands around Yagi's, as though cupping the box together with him, "I asked you first, remember?" He chuckles a little more as he plucks the ring free and slips it onto his finger, then sets the box aside and tugs firmly at Toshi's hands, pulling him up off the floor. "Unless... you meant... what, right now?"

With a very soft laugh, Toshi eases his weight onto Aizawa's lap, resting a knee on either side of the smaller man's thighs. He leans down to give his lover a slow deep kiss, combing back the soft hair with one hand for a moment before pulling away. "No... we'll get married like we planned, somewhere nice out in the woods, near nature and away from work, away from stress." He gives Aizawa a few more slow lazy kisses. "I know you asked first, but dammit Shouta, you know I'm a romantic, let me just... try!" Toshi gives a laugh that devolves into a low sob as he grips the smaller man's shoulders and holds him close for a long moment.

Shouta slides both hands down Toshi's back and pulls him firmly into his lap, drawing their hips close together with a squeeze before he slips his fingers up the back of the hoodie, silently noting the novel feel of the wooden band against his skin, dragging it slowly up the bumps of each vertebra as he tips his head up hungrily to meet the kiss, his tongue teasing sweetly along the other to taste at that trace of coppery blood before they part to catch their breath. "There was that field we passed, on the bus, the place I was telling you about. A gently-sloping valley full of giant sunflowers..." He trails off and returns each kiss, gradually tilting off to the side to scrape and kiss his way down Toshi's jaw, fingers pulling tight as his breath hitches at the sound of his beloved losing his composure. "I'll show it to you," he promises, his own voice breaking slightly as he swallows and wipes a tear from his own cheek, hiding it in the warmth of Toshi's neck, "You'll love it..."

Toshi rubs his tear-streaked cheek against Aizawa's black mane before replying. "I'd love anywhere I go, as long as it's with you. When this is over, I want to just... get in the car and drive. Drive and keep driving." He hunches over until he can rest his forehead against the juncture of the smaller man's shoulder, breathing in his scent deeply for a few minutes. "We should go to America. Get lost in the wide-open plains, the dark storms, the mountains... it's so much like here, but so different, and we could... disappear. I just want to... not have all this stress, this worry... it's eating me alive, but what will I do when I can't fight anymore? Who needs a broken hero."

"I do," Aizawa reminds him sternly, "Just make it out alive, All Might, and I will love you, and need you, no matter how broken you are." He presses his lips against the steady pulse of Toshi's jugular, taking small comfort in the vitality there, as his arms pull the other hero in tightly against his front, fitted together between his thighs like that oddly-shaped jigsaw puzzle. "I've never been to America," he admits, "Would you be my tour guide? Or... did you mean... where neither of us has been before," the dread twisting around his thoughts drives Shouta through strange mental metaphors, picking up on certain words from Toshi's rambling, and he frowns to himself and nudges insistent kisses against his partner's neck and ear, "I'll go where you go, just... wait for me."

For a moment, the tall blonde stills, pressed against his smaller lover's body. "I... I'm sorry, Shouta... I didn't mean..." Toshi turns his head a bit to press thin lips against the side of Aizawa's throat as he clings very tightly. "I... don't want to die anymore, not now that I actually have something to live for." He lifts his head and slides one hand up to cup the back of Aizawa's skull gently, and leans in to give him a slow, tender kiss, his hand trembling a little where it's buried in thick black curls.

"Then... don't," Shouta growls softly, nibbling at that ear as he hugs just as tightly around Toshi's chest, "Not if you can help it. Prove that vision wrong; change the future. If anyone can, it's you." He whines softly against those thin lips as he parts his jaws, kissing back just as deeply as he rolls his hips up between the long legs, arching up off the couch in a fluid motion as he gathers the gangly hero in both arms and staggers off to the bedroom. Panting a little from the effort, Aizawa collapses down to sit on the edge of the mattress, scooting back far enough to get Toshi's legs folded under him for stability, one hand still squeezed tight at his backside. "There we are," he smiles wistfully up at the taller man, stealing a couple more kisses as his free hand roams across the bones of his back and shoulders, eventually tugging the hoodie up over his head.

Toshi yelps and clings to Aizawa's shoulders as he's lifted into the air and very literally carried off to bed. As he tugs his head free of the folds of the hoodie, his hair puffs up like dandelion fluff from the static and he laughs. "I'll do my best, I promise you that," the tall hero smiles and leans down to give Aizawa a long slow kiss, his thin arms laced together around his partner's muscular shoulders. He slowly slides his tongue along the shorter man's lower lip before sliding it inside his mouth to tangle their tongues together, his motions gradually growing more heated as they kiss. "I think I could just spend days kissing you," Toshi croons in a low drugged voice when he lifts his head, pulling out of the kiss, his blue eyes burning in the dark room.

"Mm," Shouta agrees, leaning in to capture that mouth with his own again, letting his eyes rest as his tongue does all the exploring, "Too bad we don't have days... But we have tonight." He sighs softly through his nose, lips pressed intimately against Toshi's as his hands run up and down along his bare skin and up into his hair with a brief squeeze. "We should probably save our strength for tomorrow, if we're being rational. So..." Aizawa pulls back just far enough to re-establish eye contact, sliding his hands around front to that old familiar gesture, above the steady pulse of the Number One Hero, and stretched across the giant scar of where he'd met his match. He stares unflinching into those blazing blues, though the soft little smile is probably lost in the darkness as he speaks, "Make love to me, Toshinori. Like it's our wedding night, not our last chance."

Toshi nods silently as his eyes slide halfway shut, hunching down to kiss the smaller hero tenderly, pushing him to lay flat against the bed. He keeps up the slow tender motions as he tugs up his lover's shirt and drops it absentmindedly off the side of the bed, only pulling away for a moment to ease it over Aizawa's head. He closes his eyes as he leans into the kisses, his lean shoulders hunched, but then he pulls away and edges back off the bed. Toshi stands between the gruff hero's spread knees and unzips his pants slowly, tugging them down to his knees with one hand while the other strokes the dark trail of hair on his lower belly. "I'll be back," the blonde whispers softly, pulling away to turn on the bedside lamp while he digs in the nightstand drawer for that familiar bottle of their favorite lube.

Aizawa blinks owlishly as the lamp flicks on, letting his eyes adjust to the new light level, as he reclines bonelessly on the bed; the flush of excitement and passion spread across his body leaves him looking very thoroughly kissed as he follows Toshi with just his eyes, fingers curling idly above his head where they rest on the mattress. As he catches his breath a little better, Shouta helps matters along by kicking off his pants to the side, and scooting backward to twist in place a little and prop himself into a bit of a more seductive pose, reclining atop a pillow with his head propped in one hand and his knees arranged in a wide angle, displaying his body to entice his lover back to bed.

Toshi palms the small familiar bottle and eases back onto the bed, sliding on his knees to sit between his lover's thighs, looking at him intensely for a long moment. He puts one hand against the mattress just beside Aizawa's hip and leans down to press kisses to his sternum before turning his head to rest his ear over his fiancé's chest, right over his heart. He listens very quietly for a few moments before leaning back, a loving smile on his narrow face, lifting the hand he's leaning on to stroke a slow pathway down the side of Aizawa's ribs and across one hip, curling long fingers around him and stroking slowly. Toshi greedily devours the way the flush spreads across his beloved's skin, and the way he trembles when fondled just right, which he does slowly while caressing the ruddy head with his thumb. After a moment, he pops open the small bottle of lube and drizzles some across the gruff man's shaft, letting it squish messily between his fingers as he strokes.

"Oh, Toshi... my sunflower," Shouta croons fondly as he pets slowly over the golden hair of the head resting on his chest, reaching to pluck one bang up out of the way and tuck it behind Yagi's upturned ear, "This is one of those times where I get a little greedy, wishing I could keep you all to myself..." He hums softly and trails his fingertips along the shell of that ear in lieu of another kiss, and arches responsively into his partner's hands, his breath hitching slightly as those graceful fingers wrap around him and tease him past the worries and distractions, at least temporarily. Sinking his fingers in against Toshi's scalp, Aizawa squeezes firmly as he writhes in place, rolling his hips up off the bed with a needy moan as the lube slicks him over, and he pulls gently at the taller man's hair, growling a little under his breath, "Come back up here and kiss me some more. I need to memorize you."

The blonde man doesn't say anything, he just nods in reply and reaches his free hand up to cup his palm against the side of Aizawa's face, leaning in to press kisses to his thin lips. His other hand stills in its motions except for a small stroke or touch every now and then as Toshi focuses on tangling their tongues together with slow sensual motions, his eyes sliding shut as soft sighs of pleasure sneak past his lips. Eventually the older man pulls back, his face flushed a deep pink and his pupils so wide that his luminous blue eyes look like thin bands of sapphire glinting against the darkness of his eyes. Toshi turns his head to wipe the spit on his chin against his shoulder as he reaches with both hands to quickly slither out of his jeans, yanking on the zipper and kicking them off of his legs with short jerky motions in his excitement. "I'm always yours Shouta, always. Now and forever." The blonde hero sighs softly as he straddles his fiance's hips slowly, settling his knees in place as delicately as a crane. He scoops the bottle of lube back up to give himself the very briefest of preparations before capping it and dropping it off the bed as he guides the head of Aizawa's well-slicked shaft to rest against his entrance.

Aizawa lets himself get lost in the kiss, parting his jaws to let Toshi in with a hum against his lips, dragging both arms down the bony teacher's back to pull him in closer and get more of that bare skin contact. He lets a little loving smile melt across his features as Toshi pulls up to breathe and get naked, following each motion with his eyes as he squeezes firmly on either side of Yagi's hips. "And I'm yours," he responds in kind, though a little sadness or trepidation seems to creep into his tone as he contemplates the 'forever' part of the makeshift vow, "For as long as I can be. What I meant was... keeping you safe, I suppose. But that wouldn't be fair." He avoids mentioning the unknown whereabouts of their student and their colleague, the guilt of their capture already weighing heavily enough on his conscience. But all of that is stripped away as the two lovers weave back together into one form, and Shouta can think of little more than the warm body pinning him to the mattress, and the rough palm wrapped around him, guiding him to the right spot. "Ahh, there you are," he moans hotly, arching up from the bed as he pulls down with both hands to lodge himself into All Might's depths, gritting his teeth a little as he pushes past that slick ring of muscle, before he pauses to catch his breath and glance up to check on his partner. "Y'good?"

Toshi sucks in a sharp breath at the sudden entry and grabs at the hands gripping his body, clenching on his wrists slightly. "Nn! Not... so rough..." he hisses a little and reaches down to scrub the lube still on one hand off on his own thigh before tugging Aizawa's hands away from his body. The tall blonde twines his fingers with his beloved and lifts up on his knees slightly, raising up off the smaller man's hard shaft as he uses their clasped hands as leverage. He stays like that for a moment before slowly rocking back downward with a low moan. "Ahh... Shouta, I love you," Toshi whispers quietly as he rides, his spine arching and flexing as he rolls his whole body into the slow rocking motions, his hot blue eyes fixed firmly on Aizawa's face.

"Sorry," Shouta murmurs softly, "Just go as slow as you want." He squeezes fondly at the long fingers twined with his, and rubs both thumbs along the sides of Toshi's hands, siding lewdly along the slightly-damp skin to silently insinuate a thrusting motion as he draws his knees up behind the taller hero to offer some lower back support. "And I love you, Toshinori," Aizawa insists a little more loudly, meeting his fiancé's eyes as he forces himself to lie back on the mattress without arching up to meet the warm body sinking down to envelop him again. Still keeping his left hand clasped with Yagi's, Shouta pulls his right hand free and trails it down the older hero's belly, teasing through dark blond curls for a little while before he wraps that heavy shaft in a firm grip, smoothing over the glans with his thumb as his fingers stroke in time with each roll of Toshi's hips.

"Please move... I need... more of you in me," the older man whispers softly in between panted breaths as he slowly rocks up and down on his knees. He reaches up with his free hand and cups it against the side of Aizawa's face while watching his expression intently, fighting to keep his own eyes open and focused while waves of pleasure roll up his spine each time his fiance's shaft rubs up against his tender spot. Toshi slides his hand farther down Aizawa's neck, lightly ruffling the stubble on his cheeks and stroking his neck and collarbone tenderly before splaying one palm across his sternum. He leans his weight forward on that hand slightly, and suddenly tosses his head back with a low, wanton moan, the hand clasped together with his love's tightening sharply. "Ah, right there, keep doing that," Toshi gasps, leaning back down to focus his eyes again, his hips rocking and rigid shaft thrusting against Aizawa's rough hand obscenely slowly.

Trying to find that delicate balance between stillness and roughness, Shouta plants his heels a little wider behind Toshi's back, and slowly rolls his hips up beneath the weight of the larger hero, flexing and pushing to dig into those warm depths with a soft groan of effort as he strains to hit the right angle inside his partner's body. "Tell me when," he mumbles incoherently, getting a little lost in the pleasure and the tangle of limbs, "When I've got the right spot... just give me a squeeze." Aizawa demonstrates absentmindedly with his firm grip around Yagi's length, stroking gently a few times before he shoves his palm down to meet the base as his fingers squeeze in a tight sleeve, wrapped around as much of the heavy shaft as they can manage.

Toshi shudders and pants open-mouthed as he rocks up and down very slowly, in no hurry at all to end this particular lovemaking session. He slides the hand on Aizawa's chest sideways slowly, his hand damp and hot and tender as he circles one of the smaller man's nipples with his rough thumb, rubbing the tender flesh slowly. He tilts his hips very slightly and sucks in a sudden breath, biting down on his lower lip with white teeth as he gets lost in the pleasure of his orgasm, his limbs shaking slightly as he spills across Aizawa's hand and belly. For just a moment Toshi stays still, his head tossed back, riding that hot euphoric high, then he resumes rocking back and forth on his knees slowly, his breath hissing between his teeth.

"Ahh, that's right," Aizawa murmurs fondly as he watches the rush of pleasure wash through the larger hero, squeezing and pumping along his length to work him through it as he tries to memorize that fleeting expression of bliss, "You're so perfect like this..." After a moment to let Toshi calm down, Shouta pulls his hands free, running his left palm up the freckled skin of Yagi's arm and down his flank as he licks his right hand clean of the bitter-salty mess, his body thrumming and aching to press in close and pound out a climax of his own. The underground hero keeps his restraint pulled tight, however, keeping Toshi's comfort and happiness in mind rather than his own, at least... until the older man starts moving again, and Shouta bites his lip and arches up to meet him with a deep groan.

At the sound of that groan, Toshi tugs his hand free and leans down to plant both of them on either side of the smaller man's head, lowering his head until their foreheads are lightly pressed together as he keeps rocking his hips slowly. He lightly presses kisses across Aizawa's face, firmly ignoring the almost painful way that the dark-haired man's thrusts dig into his oversensitive body. "Come for me?" The tall blonde hero pleads very softly in the shared space between their mouths, his whole lean body shifting and rocking slowly on top of his beloved's.

Shouta's whole body shudders at the request, and he lunges up a couple inches to close the short distance between them, capturing Toshi's mouth with his own as he pulls his partner in closer by the hips, a tight grip on either side of his bony pelvis. The firm, insistent tongue shoving its way past Toshi's thin lips mirrors the deep shove into his body as Aizawa groans a little louder through his nose, trembling a little as he lets go of his usual restraint and allows the building climax to wash over him, flooding Yagi with slick heat as he subconsciously tries to consume the other hero, holding fast to every facet of this last, perfect moment together.

Toshi stills the movement of his lean tattered body as he feels Aizawa buck and shudder beneath him, closing his eyes as he relishes the hot wave deep in his body. He sucks at the smaller man's tongue messily, trading him kiss for kiss until he has to pull back with a low gasp, his whole face flushed red and his eyes dazed with love. The tall blonde idly wipes his chin with his wrist as he slowly pulls away, wincing slightly and curling his long, lean limbs around Aizawa with a soft sigh. Toshi presses a few kisses to his lover's corded throat, resting one hand on the middle of his chest.

Pulling the taller man in close against his body, Shouta slides both palms up along the bony ridges of Toshi's spine as he wraps him in a tight, warm embrace, eventually sinking his fingers into the sweat-dampened golden locks as he bares his neck for more kisses. "God, do I love you," he rumbles fondly, drawing in a deep sigh as he relaxes and succumbs to the fatigue of afterglow, "I'm... grateful. For this time we've had together." Aizawa clenches his teeth to cut off the choked little crack in his voice as he murmurs into Toshi's hair, letting his legs sink down to tuck his feet into the blanket at the foot of the bed. "I don't think I can be there with you, when... when you..." Glancing away, he pulls both arms tight and just holds the Number One Hero against his chest, his eyes leaking at the corners as he squeezes them shut, "They'll have me and Kang pulling media duty, as a front. You'll be taking them by surprise. Maybe that will be enough."

Toshi glances up sharply at that proclamation of love and closes his eyes with a small smile, holding the words against his heart. He swallows around the lump in his throat, resting his bony forehead against the corner of Aizawa's jaw. "And I love you so much. For what it's worth... I'm glad you won't be... in the line of fire, for once. If you got injured, or God forbid killed, I'd be a worthless wreck. And this time, I can't afford to be distracted by how my heart feels about you." He reaches down with one long arm and pulls the blanket up, never once abandoning his spot at his lover's side. Toshi tugs the blanket in place, pausing when a flash of black glitters in the low light. He lifts his left hand, utterly silent for a moment. "Shouta? I... need you to hold on to this for me. So I can find my way back to your side if I get lost," he whispers softly, twisting his ring back and forth slowly with two fingers on his right hand. He hesitates, looking at Aizawa with huge eyes, loathe to part with with it even though he knows his partner would keep it safe.

Aizawa watches the gesture silently, frowning a little as he struggles to find appropriate words for a time like this, but eventually he relents with a defeated nod and takes the proffered ring in his right hand, slipping it onto his middle finger for safekeeping. Then, with a dull, tired sluggishness in his movements, he lifts Toshi's hand to his lips and presses a kiss to the slightly indented band around his finger, where the tungsten had gradually shaped him over the course of their time spent as roommates. "Don't get lost," he murmurs softly, somewhere between pleading and praying, "Just come home to me. Get our people back, and bring them all home." He shifts in his lover's embrace, just enough to pull himself free from the mess of Toshi's body, getting a little more comfortable as he settles with his nose pressed into All Might's hair, still holding him tightly as they drift off to sleep without so much as turning off the bedside lamp.

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He shifts slowly against the soft, clean bed sheets, his entire lean body throbbing dully in pain. One softly bandaged arm holds the other shattered and cast-bound limb across his chest as Toshinori lays in his own bed, staring blankly into the light gloom of early night, Mara curled up and purring at his back.

Moving quietly to keep from waking the healing hero, Aizawa pads across the room and carefully plucks Mara from her nesting spot, wincing a little when she mrrps in protest. "Shhh," he whispers, gathering her into his arms to pet at her head and back until she seems to have forgotten the offense. "Atta girl." The weary teacher smiles softly and kisses between her forehead whiskers, then sets her daintily on the floor before crawling into bed to take her spot behind Toshinori, still moving carefully as not to wake or jostle his injured form. With a long-suffering sigh, Shouta scoots in against the taller man's back and nestles his lips just at the edge of the blond's hairline, weaving his arm in around his partner's chest, below the fractured arms.

The injured blonde hero shivers in his sleep, too exhausted to even curl into a tighter ball. "I will strike you down," the villain known as All for One crooned, his voice a oily gravelly purr rolling from his ruined face, his right arm a horrific twisted mass of mutant quirks, flesh like stone and twisted rods of bone. Toshinori briefly closed his eyes against the sight of that distorted bulk, seeing his end written in veins and tendons, and clenched his bloody fists as he waited for his nemesis’ attack. The air itself wailed as All for One dove like a falling star, streaming a comet's trail of hate and despair and death, and Toshinori, no, All Might, could not afford to waver. If he fell now, at least one life would be snuffed out.

Izuku's.

All Might slammed his cracked right arm into the villain's monstrous fist, feeling the bones under his skin snap and pop, the pavement below cracking and splintering at the attack. Miniscule shards sliced into his skin like a rain of glass and All for One laughed once, menacingly, seeing the blood flow drip down his face. "How unsightly, I never thought you'd go to such lengths to protect the embers of your flame," the villain laughed. Toshinori shakes like a leaf in the wind, making soft noises of fear in the back of his throat.

Helpless to do anything but watch the tortured nightmares of his fiancé wrack through his scrawny frame, Shouta huffs softly and pulls his arm gradually tighter around Toshi's waist, nuzzling his freshly-shaven jaw slowly along the nape of Toshi's neck to press kiss after kiss against the tan, scarred, freckled skin. "Shhhh," he repeats softly, hoping to soothe the older hero's subconscious, but loathe to deprive him of much-needed rest. "It's okay, sunflower. You got him. It's over now, you're safe, I've got you." With the gentlest of touches, Shouta slowly trails his fingertips along Toshi's belly and under the hem of his shirt, flattening a warm palm across his navel.

The left-handed punch took All for One slightly by surprise, especially from a hero known for his fierce right. "Shallow," the man snarled barely even scuffed by the blow, "and obvious! Is this all that the famed hero All Might, the Symbol of Peace, can provide in his defense!?" The thunderous laughter boomed at All Might as blood dripped from his teeth to spatter the shattered earth. He drew one torturous breath to reply, low and heavy and full of blood. "You just haven't..." All Might's broken right hand curled into a fist. "...you haven't seen me put my back into it!" His punch drove into All for One's face with nuclear force, shockwaves blasting a crater into the earth around them, fragments of pavement and rock splintering away from the epicenter of the explosion of power, disintegrating into a spray of dust and dirt. "UNITED STA... TES...of..." Slowly, Toshinori resurfaces from his nightmare, shuddering and covered in sweat. For a long minute, he stares at the wall, the cold taste of fear and blood in the back of his throat, then he shuts his dull tired eyes with a low moan of loss.

Shouta is halfway through tucking one sweat-soaked bang behind Toshinori's ear when he notices a change in the older man's breathing; no longer strained with effort or fear, it seems to be evening out into a more aware rhythm, regaining his one-lunged resting state. "There you go," he croons softly and leans up on his elbow to press a gentle kiss to the shell of Yagi's ear, only then noticing those dark eyes open and staring blankly ahead. "Toshi? You're awake?" Shouta gives a soft squeeze around his partner's waist, careful not to touch his injured arms. "I can grab you some water, or..."

The gaunt man shifts faintly and shuts his eyes. "Yes," is all he replies, his voice strained from screaming and gasping his own blood for so long. Toshi turns his face towards the pillow, but the motion presses on the bandages across his forehead, making him hiss with pain. The sensation wakes him up a little more, and he utters a sigh, looking as though he's completely wilted in on himself.

Hesitantly, Shouta reaches a gentle hand for Toshi's shoulder, applying only the lightest touch, "It might hurt less to lay on your back. I'll get you that water." He hovers for just a moment longer, makes up his mind, and presses that kiss to Toshi's ear before worming out from behind him. Trying not to linger too long, Aizawa bustles about the kitchen for just a couple minutes, setting out Mara's dinner, filling a glass with ice water (and a straw for good measure), and wetting down a clean washcloth to help wipe the nervous sweat away. He flicks the bedroom lamp on as he returns, and sets the cool items aside for a moment to help get Toshi propped up on a couple pillows for drinking, then brings the glass up to his mouth. "So... nightmares, huh."

Toshi makes a few grunts of pain but silently accepts the help, leaning over to catch the straw in his mouth when it's offered up to him. He takes a brief experimental sip, waits a moment to see if it hurts his throat more, then takes a few longs gulps and nearly drains the glass. The tall blonde turns his head slowly to wipe his mouth on his shoulder in a habitual gesture, his tired eyes the color of cold ashes. Carefully he eases his bandaged head back onto the pillows and shifts to look at Aizawa. "Yes," Toshi says very softly, his voice trembling, "yes, you could say that."

Shouta sets the drained cup aside again, mentally crossing one off from the running tally of the bare minimum needed to keep Toshi hydrated. He spends a few moments going over his partner's skin with the washcloth, hoping it might wipe away more than just the sweat of fitful sleep. "I could look into bringing in a somno-therapist, if this keeps up. I'm sure somebody out there has a quirk that can help with sleep. Nemuri, at the very least. " He sighs and sets the cloth aside after finishing up what he can reach, and scoots back in to lie beside his beloved, head propped in one hand and the other draped around the thinner man's waist again. "In all the chaos after the fight, we haven't really had a chance to talk yet... I just..." Aizawa glances away and forces a hard swallow against the lump rising in the back of his throat before meeting those tired eyes with his own, "I wanted to thank you. For managing to hang in there, despite what we thought was going to happen. I'm glad it didn't." He reaches up to stroke tenderly at the blond hair not obstructed by bandages, idly noting the way the black tungsten ring on his middle finger catches in the texture. "As soon as your fingers are healed enough, I'm giving this ring back to you. It doesn't seem right for me to have it like this."

One heavily bandaged hand, his left, slowly raises and strokes down the side of Aizawa's face as Toshinori gives the barest of smiles. For a long moment he doesn't make a reply, he just looks into his partner's face as he rests his palm against one cheek, then slowly pulls it away to very gently lay it back down on his chest with a sigh. "I...don't want anyone else...in here right now. I just...I can't..." Toshi shakes his head a little, and tries a different direction. "I'm glad too. Dying like that would have been extremely painful, and I suddenly find myself with a pressing need to keep breathing." A very faint chuckle, and then the blonde ex-hero sobers. "Maybe I could have given up, if I would have fought him before meeting you or Midoriya. But...if I would have died, he would have gone after anyone close to me. Any loves, friends, family, anyone at all, just killed them like a rabid dog. This is why...this is why Nana separated herself from people, and I should have done the same, but honestly, I need love and affection like it’s sunshine. If I'm alone too long, I wilt. You remember what I was like when you met me."

Letting his eyes sink shut contentedly under the contact, Shouta sighs softly and scoots in a little closer to bridge the gap between them, carefully resting his forehead against Toshi's without jostling the bandages. "You weren't that different, I don't think... aside from the beers in the fridge for company that never came." The underground hero presses his lips against the tip of his partner's nose, letting a soft smirk curl the corner of his lips, "It's best practice for pros like us to stay isolated, especially when in the public light, to avoid putting our loved ones at risk. That's why I spent my entire career that way, before you came along and smashed your way in. But... at the same time..." Nudging in just a little closer, Aizawa tips his head to catch Yagi in a tender kiss, his lips prickling a little at the unusual contact without his stubble. "Having something- someone to fight for, makes us fight all that much harder. I suppose we can only hope it makes up the difference. That it's worth it."

"Yes," Toshi breathes very softly as he pulls out of that gentle kiss. He closes his eyes for a long minute as his head throbs along with his pulse, little sparks of pain jolting across the inside of his skull and down both arms. The blonde flinches a bit and bites his lip. "S-shouta...I think...I think I need one of those pain pills Chiyo gave us, I'm suddenly...really hurting," he winces away from the bedroom lamp, lifting his left hand to slowly cover his eyes.

"Sure," Aizawa nods and pulls away, slinking out of bed again to refill the glass of ice water and grab a few pills, pausing in the doorway at the sight of the recovering retiree shielding his eyes from the light. The underground hero nods in recognition and swaps the light of the bedroom lamp for the bathroom's overhead, more diffuse from its location down the hall. "Here you go, this is supposed to last you for about eight hours." He holds both pill and straw up for his partner's lips, rather than putting an injured arm to work just yet, and keeps the water handy to encourage Toshi to drink more of it. "Looks like they gave you the good stuff, too. Twice as strong as what I got after USJ. Might make you dizzy, though, I'll empty out a wastebasket just in case."

Toshi slowly lowers his arm back to its resting spot on his bony chest and sighs gratefully. "Thank you...better than those pills? Silly me, I thought the only thing better was straight up morphine." He utters a shaky chuckle and eagerly accepts the pill, taking another sip from the straw to wash it down, and swallows it with a wince for his sore throat. "Thank you...I'll be okay as long as I lay here...probably sleep some more." He turns to gingerly press his aching body against Aizawa's lean one, trying not to cry from the loss and stress and pain. For a long while the blonde stays quiet, the tension slowly leaving him as the painkillers kick in. "Shouta...I love you," comes a very soft whisper as Toshi's breath eases back out into sleep.

Aizawa's usually-stoic expression breaks into a little twitterpated smile at the statement, one time more than he'd thought he'd ever get to hear. "And I love you, Toshinori," he murmurs back, stroking softly over the injured man's head to lull him back to sleep, hopefully a more peaceful one this time. As Toshi drifts off again, Shouta lingers for a precious few moments more, watching the rise and fall of his chest in the dim light, before he carefully weasels out of bed again and props a few pillows around the bony hero to keep him comfortable. The younger teacher puts himself to work in the kitchen, making good on his word to prepare a barf bucket, which he sticks by the bedside, before rooting around through the pantry and fridge to find something simple enough for him to prepare without messing it up too badly. He deflates a little at the prospect of shouldering the tasks usually handled by his more domestic partner, especially in the matters of cooking, and eventually gives up for the evening until the two can plan out some recipes together; a delivery order would work just as well in a pinch. Aizawa purposefully calls the busiest, most popular location, and sure enough, the two-hour wait time quoted should be just about perfect to let Toshinori rest until the painkillers kick in. Shouta sets his phone on the night stand, ready to ring in case the food arrives early, and sinks back in against Toshi's frame with a weary sigh.

The tall blonde shivers slightly in his sleep, not really dreaming, just experiencing a confused tangle of police lights, sirens, yelling voices, the smell of hot rock and blood and a snatch of booming laughter. He blinks, snapped out of his brief rest, and the swirl of colors and sounds bleed away into the normalcy of his completely ordinary home. Toshi lays blinking at the ceiling for a few long minutes until his brain catches back up with the rest of him, and he lets out a quiet sigh. A slight touch at his side causes him to glance over, and suddenly a faint smile is on his face at seeing his lover's sleeping face. He reaches out again and delicately combs back the smaller man's tangled hair, then pulls away to ease out of bed.

He rests both feet on the floor for a long minute before he slowly heaves his exhausted body upwards, slowly making his way to the restroom on trembling legs. Toshi quickly relieves himself, grateful that Aizawa dressed him only in a very long tshirt, holding it up by simple expedient of grasping the hem in his teeth. He leans over to flush the toilet and catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Toshi edges closer, resting his left hand on the sink, and looks himself over. Thin. Skeletal. He had no reserves left at all. His skin clung loosely to his bones and his dull eyes looked sunken more than ever. The blonde passes a hand down his face and throat and across his chest very slowly. Still here, he supposes, still here.

Toshi turns as he hears something jingle from the bedroom, then relaxes as he recognizes Aizawa's ringtone, and slowly makes his way back to sit on the edge of the bed.

Aizawa springs awake at the sound of the phone call, slightly disoriented from the short nap, until he remembers what he'd set in motion before falling asleep. Frowning at the empty bed where he'd last seen Toshinori, he rolls over to grab the phone, and answers a curt reply to the delivery girl as he slides to his feet and runs a hand over his weary eyes, glancing up as Yagi reappears in the doorway. "That's dinner," he explains with a little shrug, "I'll be right back." The younger teacher shoves his boots on without going to the trouble of lacing them up, and rushes down to the main entrance to pay for the food, returning a few minutes later with a paper bag, spotted with grease and filling the small apartment with the pleasant aroma of pad thai. Shoving his boots back off at the door and setting the various cartons and containers out on the counter, he divvies up a plate and carries it back to bed, settling in against Toshi's side. "How're you feeling?"

Toshi nods a little as Aizawa goes zipping off after dinner, leaving him on his own for the moment. With a grunt of effort, the tall man tucks his legs under himself and walks on his knees back to his little fort of pillows, gingerly shifting to worm back into place. He finally eases back into the padded embrace of the pillows, and sighs as he shifts to carefully rest his damaged and bandaged arms. Toshi glances up as he hears Aizawa coming back down the hallway, giving up in his quest to hook the wayward blanket with one foot. "Numb," he answers truthfully, "exhausted. I can't feel much of anything at the moment, I think it's from the painkillers. Emotionally, physically." He shrugs. "I think...I think you'll need to help me eat. Chiyo threatened me with dire circumstances if I lift so much as a pocky stick to my mouth." The blonde sniffs appreciatively as he eyes the plate. "Did you get the green onion kind I like?"

"Yeah, they'll do that. Better to have numbness than pain, right." Shouta reaches with his free hand to tug the blanket the rest of the way up, tucking it in at the edges, before he settles in on the bedside, careful to keep the plate out of reach of the curious ginger who'd suddenly decided to return as an oh-so-concerned caretaker, completely unrelated to the smell of fresh stir fry. "Green onions, that's what it was... Are leeks okay, or trade for my mushroom?" He plucks a bite free from the plate and offers it to Toshinori to try a sample. "Sorry. I'm... Not very handy in the kitchen. But when you're feeling up to it, I figured I could just act as your hands, if you tell me what needs done."

The blonde accepts the bite gingerly, then nods as he chews. "This is just fine, it's still onion after all. I suppose we should have gotten around to teaching you the basics of cooking after all...well, better late than never I suppose." For a minute Toshi looks off into space, his eyes dark, then he accepts another bite, chewing thoughtfully. "My hands? Shouta, I...am...really filthy. I'm serious, my skin is crawling. Do...do you think you could help me take a bath?" The thin man does his best impression at puppy eyes, but the effect is rather lost when worn by a literal skeleton of a man wrapped heavily in bandages.

"Of course, sunflower," Shouta assures his partner as he gathers up a few more bites to feed him, "I was letting you get some more sleep, but if you'll sleep better after a bath, then by all means." Sneaking a couple of bites for himself as Toshi chews, Shouta nods in mild surprise at the rich flavor, admitting silently that there might well be a good reason the restaurant had been so busy. He furtively sneaks a smaller chunk of chicken to Mara, who noshes on the treat noisily, completely ruining any attempts at subterfuge. Aizawa sighs and pets between her ears with his free hand, then finishes scraping together the remains of the meal into one last bite. "Alright, let me go eat mine, then we'll get you clean." Clearing the empty plate away, Shouta stops in the bathroom to start the bath filling with hot water, then dumps half the mushroom dish onto the same plate, gobbles it down in a hurry, and stashes the rest of the delivery in the fridge for the next day. As an afterthought, he ducks back into the bathroom on the way back, and adds in a dash of lavender bath oil to help soothe Toshi's sore muscles. "You won't mind if I join you, I hope?" The shorter teacher mumbles as he returns to the bedroom and pulls his shirt off over his head, "I know it's not exactly roomy..."

Toshinori twists in his throne of pillows to press his face against the crook of Aizawa's neck, and for a moment he hides from the world against the body of his lover. "If we had to bathe in a bucket, I would still rather share that space with you, love," he whispers silently against the gruff man's skin. For a moment he's silent until a hot trickle of tears slides down the side of Aizawa's neck, then he lifts his head slowly. "I... didn't expect to come back from this one. I didn't. I thought it was goodbye. So to... open my eyes after I passed out from... all this... damage..." For a moment the shattered hero chokes, then he takes a deep, steadying breath and plows on. "I'm so thankful to wake up and see your face."

Ever-so-carefully, the younger teacher pulls his arms around Toshi's shoulders and holds him close, petting slowly at his hair again as the broken words tumble out into his neck. "That's what I was saying earlier... or are those drugs making you forget so soon?" Shouta gives a wistful little smile as he ducks his head to press soft kisses atop the bandages on his fiancé's forehead, "That's fine. I'll remind you again and again, how grateful I am for every minute more that we have together. Every day, every month, every decade... Until we're both old enough to forget everything else. Now, let's get naked before the bath overflows." He finishes stripping out of his work clothes, tossing them haphazardly at the hamper, before dislodging Toshinori from the comfort of his bed-nest and the filth of the baggy old t-shirt. "Should we wrap your cast, or do you think you can keep it dry?"

Toshi utters a short broken laugh and nods as he lightly blots his tears against the bandages of his left hand, doing the very best he can to help get the shirt off by simply lifting his arms slightly. "I think we should wrap the right, that cast can't get wet. If a little water gets on these bandages," he pauses to hold up his left hand, "it's not so bad, they're just there to keep all those stress fractures in place while Chiyo's quirk forces them to knit. It can be rebandaged." Gingerly he wriggles to the edge of the bed before easing to his feet, sighing again as he looks down at a battered body stained black and blue by bruising. "I wish we would have been together after USJ... I could have helped you bathe then." Briefly Toshinori reaches out and touches Aizawa's nude body, just the softest touch like he's reassuring himself, then he turns and pads down the hall on silent feet, his cat wandering after.

"Hmm, wait there, then." Shouta flits about between turning the tap off before the tub can get any fuller, and grabbing a plastic bag and a roll of cellophane from the kitchen. "This will probably hurt, even through the painkillers," he warns softly, tugging the bag around the end of the plaster cast, "let me know if the pressure is too tight." Shouta moves deftly and carefully to wrap the cellophane around the top of the bag and the rest of the long limb bound in a stiff angle, then he fashions a makeshift sling from a long strip of the plastic to keep the weight off Toshi's shoulder. "Speaking of knitting... They had me going through several forms of physical therapy when my hands were healing. I don't have the time to keep with it now, but knitting was one of the more relaxing options I tried. You should too, especially since you'll have that extra hour per day to fill up." He chuckles softly in self-derision, "Maybe you can make a scarf, instead of a lumpy strip of tangled yarn like I first ended up with." Aizawa makes a quick inspection of the wrap job, then dips a finger into the lavender bath to test the temperature, turning back to Yagi with a nod and a helping hand at his elbow and waist. "I'd have much rather had you than the nurse Nezu hired to stay at my old apartment," he agrees with a little frown of distaste, "You said once... That you'd had your eye on me? Since we met... What took you so long to make a move?"

The battered blonde clenches his teeth and bites back his yelps of pain as he waits for Aizawa to finish wrapping his cast, shivering and giving the warm steaming bath a longing look before dragging his attention back to his lover's face. "Knitting...I can't promise that I'll stay with it, but for your sake I'll give it a shot! Naomasa promised to bring me some cold case files to look over, I think that might be more my thing while my arms are out of commission, and then after that..." Toshi trails off and stares into the distance for a moment, then gives his head a little shake and continues. "After that we'll see!" He leans into the touch on his waist and gingerly eases his way into the water, depending heavily on Aizawa's strength to not let him slip. The taller man slowly sinks down to his knees, then shifts to lean back against the back of the tub so he can stretch his legs out the best he can, holding his softly bandaged left arm well out of the water while depending on the plastic to keep his right arm dry. "Are... are you serious, Shouta." Toshinori motions at his scrawny and beaten body with his left hand, a look of disbelief on his face. "I waited because I was insecure, afraid you'd push me away without even a chance. You're always so tightly wound, sometimes it's hard to read you, even now that we've been together for a while. I didn't know what you were thinking, and I was hesitant to... to open my heart because I knew what my future held. Besides! I didn't think you even liked me at first!"

Shouta sighs and shakes his head a little, giving an aimless shrug as he carefully climbs into the bath, weaving his way in to sit cross-legged between Toshinori's long calves. "I didn't like what I saw in the media. Turns out that's... not the whole picture. I guess it was naive to ever believe it could be. I'm sorry if my professionalism came off as hostility." He takes a moment to sink into the hot, fragrant water, leaning back against the wall of the tub with his arms propped lightly atop Toshi's knees, fidgeting carefully to stretch his legs out to either side of his partner's bony hips without splashing too much displacement out onto the floor. "So..." Reaching to wet and lather a loofah, Aizawa combines a few stretches and flexibility exercises with slow, controlled movements to scrub himself down and clean the filth from the taller man's body, "We're going to need to make some changes before the next semester starts. I'd heard that Nezu was talking with Cementoss about erecting some on-campus dormitories, though I'm not sure if that was for students, staff, or both." Keeping his eyes mostly focused on the task at hand, Shouta bites his lip for a second before continuing, "Now that you're... exposed... were you planning to stay on as a teacher?" He glances up only after asking, meeting Toshi's eyes with a hint of trepidation.

Toshi leans far forward and lays his lips gently on Aizawa's forehead, pressing them there tenderly for a few long moments before he replies in a low earnest voice. "Do you think that after all of this, that I could possibly leave you behind. Do you think that I could just, pack it all up and go, after all we've been through, after all we've done. I could never. I'll stay for as long as you'll have me, for as long as you want me in your life. I love you, I need you, and I won't ever leave you." By the end of his soft speech, tears are coursing down his lean face and dripping into the bath water, and Toshi presses more loving kisses across his fiance's face. "I suppose I can bear to move, bear to drive my knowledge into these kids' thick skulls, bear to wake up looking like a scarecrow everyday if it means I can be with you."

The shorter teacher sighs once more, though this time it seems to be more in relief as he leans into the kiss and runs his palms slowly up Toshi's thighs, the motion rippling through the water gradually. He pulls back to meet those dark, teary eyes with a strangely-bemused little twist of his lips, "That's... sweet of you to say, but not what I was asking. Staying on as UA faculty, or in the public eye at all, is not a prerequisite for staying with me. I'll still marry you, even if you actually take the rest and retirement you've earned." He huffs softly and stretches his hamstrings to press back in for another kiss, letting his palms slide a little farther up his partner's thighs to rest at either side of his pelvis, murmuring softly against those thin lips, "But I suppose that's not like you, is it... You've always faced it all head-on."

"Yes, it's the only way I know how to live," Toshi laughs a little and pats his eyes dry with the bandages on his left wrist before reaching up to fiddle with the wrap on his forehead. "I...can't get this off..." he says in an annoyed voice after a moment of tugging and trying to find the end of the gauze. The blonde huffs faintly and bends his head down towards Aizawa meekly, clearly asking for help. "I couldn't go live out my days on a farm somewhere like an old dog, laying in the sun and watching the clouds and waiting to die. A vacation would be nice, but Shouta, I AM still a hero...even if...I can't...lift steel girders or cars or leap across the city anymore." He stays hunched over his voice dropping into a low gloomy murmur, the tangled filthy blonde bangs draped over his face hiding his closed expression.

Aizawa nods in agreement and shakes the excess water from his arms before he reaches up to pick the gauze wrapping apart, unfurling it carefully from Toshi's head-wound to wad it into a ball and toss it into the wastebasket. He gently tugs the blond's head a little closer with a hand against the back of his neck, stretching up to get a better look at the scrapes, cuts, and stitches in the light, "We might be okay to leave that to air out afterwards. I'll try not to get any shampoo in there if I can help it." Reaching for a large cup he'd brought in for the bath, Shouta makes a soothing meditation out of ladling the warm water over Toshi's hair, soaking it thoroughly until he can carefully lather the golden hair section by section, gradually scooting in closer until the gangly hero is practically seated in his lap, with strong, battle-bulked arms wrapped around him and kneading into the sore muscles of his back, neck, and shoulders. "Feeling a little better now that you're clean, sunflower?"

The blonde sighs and rests the undamaged half of his forehead on Aizawa's shoulder, carefully hunching over his shattered arm. "I wish I could hold you Shouta," Toshi whispers and curls his left hand into a very weak fist. Instead, he turns his head slowly to rest his cheek where his forehead was, tenderly pressing damp kisses to the side of Aizawa's neck. He gives a little squeeze with his thighs, gently capturing the dark haired hero's hips between his legs. "I want to be able to touch you again. I know it's only been a day but I think I got used to the way I could put my arms around you any time, so this is a little like torture." Toshi gives a faint laugh in the quiet bathroom.

"You are touching me," Shouta chuckles softly and tips his head to the side to make room for those kisses, letting his eyes sink shut as he basks in the warmth and closeness of his partner, rolling his hips slightly up under him with a contented hum. "You've got your legs around me, and I'm holding you, that'll just have to do for now." Aizawa's arm sinks slowly down the bony ridges of Toshi's spine, pulling him in closer by the tailbone as he carefully presses flush against his front, leaving just enough room so as not to pin his damaged arms any tighter. "If I'm to act as your hands... what would you be doing with them?"

Toshi nuzzles against the oddly smooth plane of Aizawa's cheek, enjoying the unusual sensation of his lover's clean shaven face as he trails kisses up the line of the gruff teacher's jawbone before replying. "I think that this bathwater is getting lukewarm... I'd like to relax in here a bit longer, if that's okay with you?" The blonde lays his thin lips against the corner of the other man's eye while he hooks his long legs together behind Aizawa's back and pulls them as close together as his ruined and castbound arm will allow. Toshi hisses a little as his movements jostle that limb and he shifts to lean back against the back of the tub, biting down on his lower lip until his arm stops sending stabbing pains straight up his spine.

Aizawa combines a slow nod with a tender nuzzle back against Toshi's angular cheek, then reluctantly pulls away far enough to twist back and reach the drain and the tap, opening both a little to exchange some of the oily, dirty, lukewarm water for a fresh, nearly-scalding top-off, balanced almost perfectly to keep the water level about the same. "There," he croons softly, "We can stay until we prune up if you like." Shouta gives the water exchange another couple minutes, taking a deep breath in the steam as it starts to condense around them, before he stops up both pipes again and turns to wrap his arms back around Toshinori, kneading slowly up along his spine and neck again. "If we get a few days free between semesters," he muses softly, nudging against his partner's temple to nibble gently at his ear, "Did you want to go traveling somewhere?"

"A vacation?" The blonde closes his eyes with a sigh, the thought of lounging on a beach somewhere already easing the stress lines from between his eyebrows. He relaxes a more as the water warms back up, giving his head a toss to sling back his soaked bangs. "I'd love to go on a vacation. I just worry because...well. I suppose a couple of decades of being on call 24/7 is a hard habit to break. I need to learn how to be a civilian. I've...never been one. Maybe I could become a detective." Toshi tilts his head a little and gives Aizawa a slight crooked smile, trying to keep from caving in to his more negative emotions that lurk behind his dark, strange eyes. The smile shivers and drops off his face as the ex-hero leans his head gingerly backwards to rest against the back of the tub, the water sloshing about him gently until he stills, gazing up at the ceiling like the white painted space holds the answers.

"I know the feeling," Shouta agrees with a weary nod, "That unrelenting societal pressure... But we could at least do with a change of scenery for a bit, even if we're still do-gooding." He sighs once more and tips forward on his knees, carefully weaving himself in next to Toshinori's lanky frame, worming in under his left arm to wrap him into a gentle hug around the waist, one leg draped up over Toshi's thigh. "Hey," he murmurs affectionately, nudging into his partner's neck with a soft kiss to his jugular, "Where did you go just now..."

"Shouta. I'm just... I'm so thankful you love me. But I need learn to love me, do you know what I mean? You can tell me over and over how much you want me and need me in your life, and I'm doing the best I can to struggle and accept it but when I wake up and I'm faced with the wreck of my body, with the wreck of my life..." Toshinori trails off and closes his eyes, taking slow deep breaths of the steamy air to calm down. He swallows once loudly. "I'm glad that these painkillers are keeping me a little numb and distanced from my feelings right now." He turns his head to nuzzle into his partner's hair tenderly, breathing in the herbal shampoo smell that he's so used to.

"Your body?" Aizawa tilts his head as he muses softly, slipping his right arm in behind Toshi to rest in the small of his back, while his left arm reaches up to tuck those damp blond bangs behind either ear, gently tracing along the contours of the older man's face, "You mean, because of your injuries? You'll heal, at least some of them. But aside from the scars, you're no more a wreck than I am." Shouta slowly trades the touch of his fingertips along Toshi's neck, jaw, and lips, for the trace of his own lips along those same areas, kissing softly as his fingers slide down over the plastic-wrapped arm to tease across the long planes of his belly, murmuring hotly with an occasional nibble to the shell of Yagi's ear, "Because I happen to love your body... I'll show you, if you're not too numb for it..."

Toshi makes a low whine in the back of his throat, his skin prickling at the touch of his lover's hands. "S-shouta how can you... even want to when I'm this..." He flaps his softly bandaged left hand at himself as he holds it well above water to keep the bandages dry. "I can't... you..." the blonde trembles a little as he hesitates indecisively, then lets out a low permissive breath as he turns to press his lips against Aizawa's forehead. Toshi tips his head sideways to nip the edge of the smaller man's earlobe, teeth barely brushing against skin as a tear slides down the sharp angle of his jaw. "Yes... please... Shouta, I made it, I'm still here."

Shouta keeps his left hand moving, the fingers of his right hand curled gently around Toshi's waist, as his left continues to tease its way down his front and between his legs, coaxing him into relaxing in the fresh, steaming water. "How? Toshi, two nights ago... I thought we were saying goodbye." Squeezing his eyes shut tightly to keep them from watering up at the memory of that tender moment of dread, he nudges gently back into each kiss until he's able to seek out Yagi's thin lips with his own, squeezing the warm bath water away as he finally wraps his lover's length in a firm grasp, "Now I get to say hello to you for the rest of our lives together. Hello, good morning, welcome back, I missed you... I love you." His clean-shaven lips murmur softly against Toshi's before he tips his head to catch the taller man in a passionate embrace, slipping his tongue into the warmth of his fiancé's mouth with a shaky sigh through his nose, whispering hoarsely between quick, desperate kisses, "You came home to me... You're still here."

With a moan that's more than half a sob Toshi kisses back just as desperately, twisting his free arm to very gingerly stroke his wrapped fingers down the side of his love's face tenderly. He can't help but shift his legs apart at the touch on his shaft, a soft croon working its way up out of his chest and into Aizawa's mouth as they kiss like they're finding each other again, the simple touch of lips giving away to slick tongues and sloppy noises. Toshi gasps and pulls back, his face red and his pulse beating visibly in the base of his throat as he arches into that slippery hand stroking him slowly, the blood pounding in his ears. "Hello," he whispers in reply as a ripple of pleasure slides up his spine, "good morning. Welcome back. I love you Shouta...I love you, I love you," Toshi whispers nearly silently while he nuzzles into Aizawa's soaked black mane, shuddering in a strange combination of tenderness, heartbreak and rapidly growing arousal.

Pressing his face into Toshi's neck with a soft hum, Shouta plants a few kisses there before he carefully pulls away, sinks back into the water to submerge his head, then pushes himself up onto his knees, moving each limb purposefully to straddle his partner's lap and brace against his chest with a hand on either side of the plastic-wrapped cast in a facsimile of that old familiar gesture, shivering a little as the droplets of hot water go rolling down his back. "Come here, you..." Leaning in for more kisses with a curtain of wet black hair draped and dripping around him, Aizawa absorbs each tender kiss from the bony, broken man beneath him, returning each one in turn as he grinds slowly into the warmth of the lap cradling his body, skin singing where it meets skin and working him into a needy fervor.

Toshi gasps a little as he kisses, enjoying the slick sensation of their flesh sliding together, but after a moment he jerks back with a sharp hiss as their motions jostle his beaten body and broken bones. "Ow, Shouta, ouch!" The blonde squeezes his eyes shut as he trembles under the press of his beloved's body, caught between throbbing pain and heady desire, slowly opening his eyes after a moment to look up into the dark tender space created by the tangled soaked curtains of Aizawa's hair. "I...I don't know if we can do this until I'm healed..." Toshi whispers in a low broken voice as tears prickle the corners of his dark eyes.

Aizawa grimaces at the exclamation of pain, and draws back to sit up on his haunches, still hovering over Toshi without actually touching him. "Perhaps not in the bath, anyway... Did you get your fill of soaking?" He gathers his hair up to wring it out, then ducks in closer to press a fond kiss to Toshinori's forehead, careful to skirt around his injuries, then one more at each of those welling tears, reassuring him silently as he reaches with gentle palms to trace along the older man's flanks for a moment before he climbs out of the tub to towel off.

With a low sigh and a nod the blonde man shifts to his knees and very carefully stands up as the water cascades off of his bony form in a shower of warm rain, pattering into the pool of warm water at his feet. Nervously Toshi eyes the distance between where he's at and the outside of the tub, hesitant to try his luck stepping from one slippery surface to the next with two broken arms. "I...don't know if we should even..." he begins in a soft voice, the sound almost lost in the quiet dripping of water as he stands there and waits for help to avoid injuring himself further.

Grabbing a fresh, fluffy towel from the linen closet, Shouta playfully tosses it over Toshinori's head and ruffles at his hair more gently than he might have, if not for those head wounds. "If you're not feeling up to it, sunflower, that's fine... But let's get you dried off and comfortable, instead of cramped up in this tub." Aizawa wraps one arm around his partner's waist to offer support, while he gingerly assists the taller man in stepping out onto the bath mat, then resumes toweling him off. With a soft sigh of satisfaction, he nods and drapes Toshi's silk robe around his bony shoulders, hangs both towels up to dry, and heads for the bedroom with a beckoning jerk of his chin.

Toshi shuffles along after as he inspects the soft wrappings on his left arm, making sure that they're still reasonably dry. "Thank you, I can't tell you how much better that feels. I...I hope the new dorms have as nice a shower as I do now," he remarks with a small uneasy laugh at the thought of being uprooted once again. He smiles down at his cat as she weaves in and out of his legs making soft chirps up at him, her whiskers fluffed up around her striped face. "And I hope I can...bring Marmalade." As they reach the bedroom he slowly and gingerly sits down on the edge of the bed with a soft sigh, his heated skin prickling a little in the cooler air of the bedroom.

"I'm sure they won't mind... and if they do, we'll sneak her in anyway. Isn't that right, princess," Shouta scoops the fluffy ginger into his arms to plant a firm smooch on her head, depositing her on the mattress beside Toshinori while he unwraps the protective plastic from the injured hero's arm and shoulders, leaving him in just the cast, bandages, and the soft robe. "As for the shower... we can probably have one installed if need be. And after all the trouble we went to, getting my bed here, we're definitely bringing that too." Aizawa sighs wearily as he settles in on Toshi's other side, sneaking an arm around his back to hold his partner close and scritch down Mara's spine with a playful twirl of her tail between his fingers. "How's your pain level now?"

The gaunt blonde nods thankfully and leans sideways into his partner's embrace as he rubs the side of his neck where the plastic wrap sling bit into his skin a little, easing the red marks with careful fingers. "I'm okay as long as I don't flex or press too much. That...that last hit, I put everything I had left into it, and it ate up my stamina right down to my bones. I'm kind of numb still as long as I don't push myself. Tired. Thankful to be clean, sooo thankful." Toshi turns and presses a tender kiss to the corner of Aizawa's mouth, letting his lips linger there. "I think I could stand to lay back down, want to curl up in my pillow nest with me, love?"

Twisting a little to meet the kiss, Shouta sneaks a little more passion into it, his tongue flitting between Toshi's lips to tease him gently as his fingers dance up either side of his torso. He nods wordlessly, a reassuring little smile softening his expression at the gratitude as he scoots Mara politely out of the way to make room for her two mostly-naked humans, right in the soft spot she'd been warming up for them. "Once you're healed, we can start to build that stamina back up... or..." Aizawa's tender smile curls into a more lascivious grin as he helps the both of them get settled and comfortable, "We could start now..."

Toshi looks at Aizawa for a long second before he gives a small nod, recognizing the need to touch, the same hunger in the dark haired man's eyes that he'd worn the night they'd thought it was their last night together. He lets his eyes fall shut as he leans in to kiss back, pausing for just a moment to whisper in a low voice, "Ok, but be very easy on me, please? I want to but..." Toshi slowly leans in to kiss his love tenderly, trying to pour all of his emotions and love and loneliness into the simple crush of two mouths together while he parts his lips invitingly.

"Of course," the younger teacher assures him, gently resting their foreheads together with his eyes fallen shut as he takes a deep breath of the comforting smell of his fiancé, alive and warm and clean and here. "I promised not to hurt you, and I meant it." Shouta sinks happily into the kisses with a soft groan against Toshi's mouth, propping his weight on his scarred elbow as his other hand trails tenderly down the lines of the older hero's body, slipping under the hem of the silk robe to trace along his skin and gently pull him closer, closing the gap between the two of them as Aizawa scoots in against him. "If we can't manage to find a painless position, then so be it... but I like to think we're a little more imaginative than that." As he speaks, Shouta lets his hand roam high and low, stroking softly along Toshi's skin and dipping into his most sensitive, vulnerable areas to get him relaxed and pliant.

The blonde man wriggles a bit and shifts to prop his arms up on the pillows on either side of him, his skin prickling as a slight flush creeps across his lean face. Toshi bites his lower lip as he watches those hands roam across his battered body, letting out a soft throaty moan deep in his chest as his body responds to the caresses. He shifts his long thin legs apart invitingly as his cock starts to stiffen, the look on his face changing from one of faint hesitation to one of hunger. "I think...I think I can't take being moved much right now...but I like watching you so if you just wanted to use your hands or your mouth... I want to, I'm just so sore Shouta," he admits in a low soft voice, his face stained a pretty shade of red.

Aizawa nods agreeably and shifts to straddle his partner once more, with plenty of room this time to ensure that the only contact between them stays limited to his lips and fingers, providing the illusion of an embrace by looming over the battered hero, while keeping him safe from agitating his fractures. "I've got you, sunflower," he murmurs softly, "Just lie back and relax for me." Without further prompting, he teases his tongue into Toshi's mouth for a few moments, savoring that familiar bloody aftertaste before he pulls away to kiss along the sharp angle of that jaw, and to suck and nibble a bright pink mark into the skin opposite where the sling had hung from his shoulder. Slowly working his way down the frame of his beloved, Shouta lets his eyes sink shut as he navigates by the feel of each bone, muscle, and scar against his lips, the cloying scent of lavender mixing with Toshi's natural musk in his nose, and the sounds of his partner's moans, whines, and panted breaths crackling in his ears, all the little details he'd very nearly lost forever. "Still here," he whispers reverently, tilting his chin to the side to avoid running it against Yagi's shaft, which he showers with a deliberate line of soft kisses.

Left a little dazed by the deep kiss, Toshi leans his head back among the pillows with care for the stitches across his scalp and forehead, making very soft sounds of neediness. He bites his kiss-swollen lip again and shudders as his eyes sink closed in pleasure, but he only stays that way for a moment before tipping his head forward again so he can watch the look on Aizawa's face hungrily. Delicately he reaches with his less damaged left hand to brush back damp tangled black bangs, tucking them behind the smaller man's right ear, his fingers delicately stroking a tender path down the unfamiliar smoothness of his partner's cheek. "I'll brush your hair for you when my hands are healed," taller man sighs, laying the aching limb back down on the pillows as he forces himself to relax and just watch. Toshi drags in a long slow breath as Aizawa's thin lips brush the delicate skin of his shaft and he licks his lips, managing to croak out a soft "Still here," in agreement.

Shouta leans gently into the light touch to his face, glancing up lazily to meet Toshi's eyes, holding his gaze purposefully as he parts his jaws and ducks his head to run his tongue up and down the stiffening flesh, wetting it down with a warm breath over the skin before he sinks his mouth down over the glans to suckle firmly and lick firmly across the frenulum and slit. The younger teacher takes his time with the teasing, letting his eyes sink shut again to savor the moment, working up an appetite at the taste of his partner's body until his mouth waters up, and he swallows hard, greedily gulping his way down Yagi's length until his jaw aches a little at the stretch. Pausing to work his tongue around the girth, he hums contentedly against the head jammed into the back of his throat and slides his palms down the thighs on either side of his shoulders, squeezing gently in the pit of both knees.

Ripples of heady pleasure throb their way down Toshi's body as he bites his lower lip and fights to keep his limbs still, trying to keep himself perfectly relaxed against the hot mouth on his cock and the tingles of pain echoing across his form every time he shifts unconsciously. "This is..." He pauses and pants openly as his thighs tremble in Aizawa's grasp, "This is like being tied down by you... except I'm doing it without ropes... ah..." Toshi carefully rolls his head against the pillow as he gasps and very slightly rocks his hips, his hair fluffing and mussing against the cotton of the pillowcase. "Shouta this, this is really hard to s-stay still," he whimpers as the hot slick feel of his lover's mouth shoves him right up to the edge, glittering sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine with each lick and suck. He reaches down again and lightly lays his bandaged palm against Aizawa's face, groaning as even the delicate pressure changes the sensation on his cock as thick beads of precum drip from his body to paint the inside of the dark haired man's mouth.

Glancing up at the commentary, Aizawa slurps loudly as he pulls away to speak from his comfortable nest between Toshi's thighs, his voice a little raw with the hunger and the stretch of his throat, "I'd tie you down properly, love, if it wouldn't hurt you worse... In the meantime, feel free to move if it's more comfortable than holding still." Testing the theory, Shouta dips his head to resume his work, ignoring the twinge of salt against his tongue as he slides it down past Toshi's head again, letting his eyes fall shut once more to focus on the shape of his mouth around his lover, and the gentle palm at his cheek, which he carefully tilts his ear into with an affectionate nudge. Sliding his hands a little lower, the underground hero gives a tentative squeeze to the bony teacher's buttocks, slowly kneading at his body to aid in relaxing him as he swallows down another mouthful of saliva and precum, sighing happily through his nose against Yagi's groin, drawing in one last deep breath before he pushes past his gag reflex and cuts off his airway to shove his jaw down to the hilt, his eyes watering a little as he forces his limits and gulps greedily at the shaft throbbing against his larynx.

Toshi starts to reply, but the sudden sensation of the head of his cock rubbing against the silky back of his lover's throat combined with the rhythmic gulping motion are too much for the battered man to bear, and he suddenly cums with a pained jerk, a loud sharp groan pouring from his open mouth as he spills down Aizawa's hot throat. He clenches his teeth and shudders, raising his head a little to watch the smaller man's face as his hips give a few unconscious, shallow jerks while his whole beaten form sings with pleasure for just a moment. Then Toshi collapses back on his throne of pillows with a soft sigh, his bandaged hand still cupping his lover's face as he lays there and trembles silently.

Shouta drools a little as his tongue swipes down the prominent vein on the underside of the shaft pulsing down his throat, his lungs starting to burn with the held air until he pulls away enough to free his trachea and catch his breath, smacking his lips as he carefully releases the spent member with a coy glance up from below Toshi's navel, twisting his head to wipe his mouth idly on his own arm before he nuzzles gently into the gauze-wrapped hand caressing his cheek. "There, see," he gloats softly with a satisfied little smirk, his voice even rougher now for having gone deepthroating on his own terms, "We found a way to be impatient after all." The younger teacher stalks his way back up the bed on hands and knees to settle in at his partner's side, cuddling in against his lean form with a firm hug around his middle and a tender kiss into his neck, keeping his half-hearted erection pinned against Toshi's pelvis until his pulse manages to calm down, and he reaches for the blanket to tuck them both in snugly, forming a makeshift nest for Mara at their feet with the silk robe from around Yagi's shoulders.

Toshi sighs deeply in pleasure and turns to nuzzle the smaller man's hair as he creeps into place, his eyes sinking closed for just a moment as he revels in the honey-sweet afterglow. A ripple of movement crosses the older man's body as he lifts his head from the pillows with a concerned expression, his eyes barely open. "But Shouta... what about..." Toshi leaves the remainder unsaid, but shifts his hip carefully, nudging it against the spot where he could feel the stiffened flesh rubbing against him a moment ago. Stubbornly, the battered hero squeezes his drooping eyes shut for a second before forcing them open to focus in on Aizawa's familiar and beloved face. "S-shouta, what about you? We've never... I mean, I want you to cum too," he mumbles as he leans down to give the gruff man a few long love-drugged kisses, slow and languid and filled to the brim with tender affection.

"Hmm? We've never what..." Shouta blinks lazily up at his partner and tips his head to meet the kiss, all too eager to replace the bitter, musky salt on his tongue with the sharper, metallic bloody aftertaste of Toshi's mouth. His chest flutters pleasantly at the offer and the careful friction between his legs, and he returns the sentiment with a light trail of fingertips along Yagi's scar and belly button, teasing him beneath the covers as he enjoys the intimate proximity. "Don't worry about it, sunflower, I'll probably just jerk off in the shower tomorrow. Right now, I'm more concerned with soaking it all in." Pausing with his hand resting gently atop the plaster cast, he worries his thumb slowly over that black and gold band around his finger, remembering once more the quiet desperation with which it had been given to him. "I won't ask you to stop working, or to stop helping others... but if you can help it? Promise me you won't put yourself in danger anymore. I need you alive."

With a low sigh, the taller man gives a faint nod in reply. "I'll... I'll try, but I can't not help. I'll try to start depending on other heroes, on you." Toshi closes his tired eyes for a moment as his thoughts swirl behind dark brows, full of stress, pain, and worry. He takes a few slow breaths to calm his suddenly-racing heart and turns his head to rain kiss after kiss down on Aizawa's face tenderly before nuzzling into the still-damp mane with one more long sigh, the sound itself full of tears. For a few minutes, he lies still, then shifts his exhausted body very faintly, almost as if he's trying to put his arms around Aizawa, but all he manages is to rest the wrapped fingers of his left hand on the smaller man's cheek. "Shouta..." Toshi whispers, his breath evening out, "...I..." The battered and broken hero never has a chance to finish what he's saying as sleep reaches up and drags him down by both shoulders.

Aizawa nods slowly at the hesitant pledge, tilting his head up to receive the flurry of kisses with a bemused, baggy-eyed expression, reaching up with his free left hand to trace fondly at the line of Toshi's jaw and ear, tucking his bangs away from his face and stroking over his cheekbone with a thumb. "That's all I can ask, I suppose." He sighs happily and meets Toshi's lips one last time as the two drift off, glancing up after a few moments at the unfinished sentence, and chuckling softly as he realizes the tired retiree had lost consciousness mid-thought. Shouta reaches down to give Mara a gentle scritch behind the ears as she settles in between their ankles again, then wraps his partner in a firm hug to keep him close and safe through the night.

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Eraserhead drags his feet wearily from where he'd sloughed his boots off at the door, to the couch they'd transplanted into the on-campus apartment. The underground hero collapses bonelessly across all three cushions, burying his face in the crumpled folds of his scarf with a bone-deep groan of frustrated surrender. "What are we going to do with those kids, Mara." Aizawa doesn't move a muscle as the ginger dorm mascot leaps atop him, kneads at his shoulder blade for several minutes, then eventually settles into the small of his back, her eager purrs gradually fading away. Shouta knows he'll need to get up and start on dinner soon, they'd planned out meals and shopped out ingredients to last through the week, but the veteran teacher can't be bothered to force himself to move just yet.

A large, scarred hand gently descends on the back of Aizawa's head, stroking down the nape of his neck and down his back before it pauses to scratch the ginger feline under her chin. "You know," Toshinori says quietly, "that fight was nearly entirely my fault. If I'd have treated young Bakugo more like I'd treated Midoriya, maybe we could have gotten past this rough patch long before they came to blows." He pulls his hand away and turns to keep shelving his books with one hand, the other still softly wrapped and tucked in a sling on his chest. "You look stressed Shouta, want me to take care of things tonight while you rest up?"

Jerking awake at the touch, Shouta props himself up on his elbows and blinks blearily up at Toshi, following the older teacher with his eyes as he remains pinned beneath Mara's curled-up form. "Don't blame yourself for confidentiality," he mumbles sleepily, re-hashing the entire stance he'd been mulling over to himself as he'd drifted off in the folds of his scarf, which have left a red cloth-textured impression on his left cheek. "They're learning how to be pro heroes, they need to get used to the idea of coping with situations they may not have the clearance to fully understand. That's part of being able to work within the system." Aizawa rolls slowly to one side, giving the long-haired monarch time to gracefully jump down to her feet, then he joins in a brief series of stretches with a soft groan before collapsing against Toshi's back with his arms draped in a loose hug around the thin hero's waist. "I take it your visit with Recovery Girl went well... If you're up for cooking tonight, then I'll see about working on unpacking some more." With his cheek smushed lazily against his partner's spine, Shouta warily eyes the three new rooms they'd acquired during the move, still sitting mostly empty and waiting to be designated to a purpose. "I almost wish they hadn't given us so much space... what'd they expect us to do with all this, aside from not sharing a bed?"

Toshi pauses in his organizing to smile over his shoulder at the exhausted man. "Yes, it went very well! Well enough that she took the bandages off entirely on this arm." He lifts his newly freed hand then combs his fingers through his hair. "I think that these apartments are meant to be for two individual heroes as opposed to..us, as a couple. I'd like to make one into an office so we have a nice space to do our work, and maybe we could have a workout room? Nothing super fancy but...it...gets very stressful for me to be trying to work out and everyone's worrying over me and my health." The blonde ex-hero gives a long sigh as he rubs his chin thoughtfully. "Honestly I have no idea what to do with the last room. I had no idea we'd have such space!" Toshi shifts his weight slightly to bear up under Aizawa's body, holding him gently upright.

Aizawa glances up at the recap, and sure enough, the injured hero seems to have regained the full use of his left hand. With a nod of acknowledgement, Shouta reaches up with his own left arm, gently grasping Toshi by the wrist, and guiding that arm to rest atop his navel while Shouta fetches the black tungsten band from where he'd kept it on his right hand, then returns it promptly to its rightful place on his fiancé's bony finger. "If you don't mind me using the workout room too, that'd be nice. As for that last room..." Eraserhead slowly pulls himself away from the casual embrace, then draws over to inspect what would have been his bedroom, had he not been sharing with his dorm-mate. "It's got a second bathroom, and a lock. We could use it as a guest room, if you have anyone you'd want as company. Or, failing that... we could use it to store our stash."

Toshinori promptly chokes and slaps a hand over his mouth to keep from ruining their books with a hot spray of blood. He coughs roughly for a moment as his shoulders shake until he can finally draw a low careful breath. "You're proposing a ...sex dungeon? At school???" The blonde rasps while wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist slowly, his shoulders shaking faintly. After a moment it's apparent that he's laughing, and his bloody wheezes resulted from trying to hold it back. "Store, maybe, in like a locked box....with three keys.." He laughs some more and shakes his head, his face a bright cheery red. "Let's leave it bare for now, until we can decide, but yes let's put in a workout room at least. It'd benefit us both."

Shouta looks up at the sound of the coughing fit, and hurries over to his partner, leaving the spare bedroom dark and empty. He meets the taller man with a spare napkin and a soothing palm rubbing over his back with a gentle pat at his ribs. "I said no such thing," the dark-haired teacher smirks playfully as Toshinori seems to recover himself, "But I like the way your mind works. And we're not at school, sunflower, this is our home now." He chuckles softly and nudges his hips against the bony hero's thigh, wrapping his arm around that lean waist as he admires the healthy flush rising on those bony cheeks. "We could... break it in, if you feel up to it. The boxes can wait."

With a grateful look, Toshi accepts the napkin and coughs into it a few times to clear his throat before folding it in half to wipe his mouth and hands clean with a fresh side. He sighs a little and looks around at the new apartment and its mounds of boxes still needing tended to, idly twisting the fingers of his newly healed hand in one long bang in an unconscious nervous gesture. "I...like your idea but I just can't shake the feeling that we shouldn't ..do things on school grounds." The taller man sighs again and turns to rest his grizzled palm against Aizawa's stubbled cheek fondly. "On the other hand, I can actually USE at least one of my hands now, so I'm moderately interested in working through my reservations." Toshi leans over and plants a soft kiss on the top of the gruff man's head.

Aizawa lifts one eyebrow in vague amusement, reaching to take Yagi's hand between his own with a gentle squeeze. "It's either that, or out in public somewhere, or we sneak back into your old empty apartment until they move somebody else into it, or we get a hotel room, or go celibate. Do you prefer any of those options?" He nudges fondly into the caress and the kiss, then pulls away for a moment to pluck his scarf from his shoulders and hang it on a nearby chair, before tilting his head up to lay a few kisses of his own into the crook of Toshi's neck. "I didn't have nearly as fun of an option for physical therapy when my hands were healing," Shouta teases playfully with a gentle nip of teeth at his partner's skin, "I'm almost jealous."

The tall blonde gives a small smile at the thought of sneaking into their old apartment but instead of replying immediately he just leans into the kisses and nips with a little happy shiver. He gently squeezes Aizawa's hand in his own before pulling free to trace rough fingertips up the underside of the other man's jawline, tipping his head back in the process so that he can lean down and plant a few soft kisses against the dark haired man's throat. "Oh no, given those options, we should probably be celibate," Toshi croons against the skin under his mouth in a playful rumble, turning his body slightly to press his weight up against his partner's, gently penning Aizawa up against the half filled bookcase as he keeps on kissing and nipping.

Shouta snorts a little laugh and slips both arms around Toshi's waist and up the back of his shirt, trading kisses with him as his regrown stubble drags along the older man's skin. "Mhm," he chuckles softly, his voice rumbling with the deeper tone of growing desire, "That definitely seems like the most rational course of action. It would be foolish of you to fuck me senseless right here on this bookshelf before we cram it full of books." Aizawa sneaks one hand out to undo his fly, letting his pants hang low on his hips as he hops up and back to sit on the shelf, grateful for its relative sturdiness. "And you definitely shouldn't put that hand of yours to good use," he teases, fixing Toshi with a smouldering glance from behind the bangs draped across his face, "In fact... You might as well just never touch me again. It wouldn't be proper."

"I know, absolutely shameful, especially in a place of learning. We could get caught any moment!" Toshinori huffs a playful laugh and leans down to nuzzle into the low collar of his beloved's shirt, nipping and nosing at his collarbone while slipping a hand into his pants to slowly trace his cock through his briefs with light teasing fingers. The blonde bites down on the hollow of Aizawa's throat and sucks at it roughly until dark bruise appears, fondling the heavy prize in his good hand with experienced fingers until slippery precum starts staining the cloth. Toshi flicks his eyes up at Aizawa's with a teasing grin as he rubs his thumb at the wet spot, shifting to press down against the smaller man's body, shoving his legs further apart. "What do you think, should we be bad at school, maybe make out in the stairwell or the janitor's closet?"

The playful smirk fades quickly from Shouta's lips as they part in a soft moan, a little less reserved than his usual volume now that they'd finally found themselves in an isolated area without another soul just on the other side of a wall. "Mmm," he leans his weight up on one hand, propped on the edge of the shelf, and the other arm gripping at Toshi's good shoulder as he rolls his hips marginally up into that hand, straining at the fabric of his briefs as he wraps his calves around the back of his partner's thighs, drawing him in close with a deep growl, "First you were too prudish to try anything, now you want us to get caught?" The younger teacher shakes his head with an exasperated chuckle, and spares his hand from the tense muscles of Toshi's shoulder to guide that large, calloused hand between his legs, impatiently shoving at it to coax the fingers past his waistband and around the eager erection, hard and leaking beneath them. "I'd rather stay right where I am, thanks."

Toshi grins down at Aizawa as he looms over the smaller man, a devious look in his dark eyes. "I'm just teasing, you know I'd never do anything to threaten your reputation, but still..haven't you ever gotten caught kissing someone cute in high school? I have a few times, and you're cute, and this is a high school. Maybe we'll get called to the principal's office." He laughs teasingly as he squeezes the gruff man's shaft in one hand before pulling his fingers away to lick his palm and fingers, curling it back around his lover's shaft as the stroking motions of his hand make a wet sloppy sound. Toshi leans back down to resume kissing the dark-haired man, nipping and sucking at Aizawa's lips until they're a soft bruised red as he tucks his still broken right arm behind his back, pausing in his attentions to tenderly nuzzle into tangled black hair.

"First time for everything, I suppose..." Aizawa trails off idly as he loses his train of thought in the warmth of that kiss, breathing deeply through his nose as the familiar scents of his fiancé fill his head with that overwhelming sense of 'home' and 'safe' and 'loved' that he wouldn't trade for the world. Then that tight, wet grip is sliding and squeezing around him again, and Shouta can barely keep from whimpering in pleasure against Toshi's mouth until it pulls away, and instead he presses his lips and nose into the crook of the taller man's neck again, kissing insistently at each inch of it and pausing at the more sensitive spots to return the favor, suckling faint bruises into the freckled skin as he sneaks his fingertips down the back of All Might's pants to grope at his rear, pulling him in closer to frot between Shouta's thighs until the back of the bookcase rocks slightly in place, pressing flush against the wall with a soft thud.

Toshi freezes in place at that sound and pulls his damp hand away reluctantly. "I think we should not be abusing this poor bookcase like we are, Shouta. Did we even get the bed cleaned off yet?" He sighs faintly and leans down to rain kisses on his lover's face, covering every creased rough stubbled inch of skin before he pulls away, taking a few steps away to ease himself down on the couch with slight grin. "Come over here," the blonde offers invitingly, patting the cushions of the couch, his bandaged right arm resting on his thigh. Toshi gives another small playful grin as he twists around to look at his lover sprawled on top of the bookcase, pleased with the damp, bare expanse of skin showing.

Eraserhead growls softly in frustration as he's left dangling from the shelf, all excited and exposed and panting a little to catch his breath after the heated exchange. He takes a moment to collect himself, then slides back down to the floor, shimmying out of his bottoms to leave them in a crumpled heap on the carpet, where they would surely be co-opted as another makeshift cat bed. Pausing to dig through one of the moving boxes, Shouta grabs the old, mostly-full bottle of cheap lube from his stash, and pads his way over to join Toshi on the couch. "It... could be a while," he admits sheepishly, remembering the plethora of boxes they'd dumped on the mattress to keep out of the way while the rest of the furniture was settled in place. "Guess the couch will have to take the abuse." Aizawa sets the bottle on the floor within easy reach, then carefully integrates himself into the tangle of limbs atop the plush cushions until he's able to sit astride Toshi's hips in a facsimile of their first night together, grinding his bare bottom into the older hero's lap as he sneaks his hands under the hem of his shirt to reiterate that silent gesture, reverently cradling the steadily-racing pulse beneath his left palm. "Don't let me hurt you," he murmurs softly, locking eyes with the sunken baby blues before him, "Tell me if you need to change positions, or to stop entirely." The serious, bloodshot glare leaves no room for negotiation in this regard, as Aizawa is determined to put Toshinori's healing regimen above all else.

Toshi reaches up and gently combs the fingers of his left hand through Aizawa's hair, tugging on it a little to pull him in for a kiss. "You could never hurt me, not seriously. A little bump or bruise here and there, I don't mind that." The tall gaunt man carefully edges his body back into the embrace of the couch cushions, the motion shoving his grey sweatpants down on his hips slightly, showing a sliver of bare stomach. Toshi shifts his good hand, sliding it down the smaller man's chest and stomach with slow teasing fingers until he can curl it over one hip, digging callused fingers roughly into the fleshy part of his love's right buttock as he leans in for another heated kiss, his motions loving, tender and teasing at an underlying desire to be more than a little aggressive despite his healing body. "God Shouta, I love you, I wish I had the strength to really just put you face-down on this couch and fuck you into the cushions," he breathes in a low rumble, his already baritone voice made deeper with want.

"A little bump or bruise might set your healing back by weeks," Shouta admonishes softly, leaning in close to press his lips to the warmth of Toshinori's skin again, murmuring against it, "So I mind." He curls his fingers in slowly along the little divot of muscle between Toshi's pectorals, letting his nails graze the surface of the freckled skin gently as they trail down to the displaced waistband, playfully tugging it lower. "You don't need strength for that, sunflower. It's not like I'd resist." Aizawa's eyes sink shut with a soft, guttural groan as those fingers pull him in closer by the backside, and he lets his weight rest forward on one arm, the other slipping into Yagi's pants to tease through his curls and wrap around him, squeezing just as firmly and eagerly as the grip on his ass. "I'll even help, if you like."

Toshi hisses a little and leans in to nuzzle his way under the smaller man's chin, nipping at his throat and collarbone. "No, I like this too, makes it easier for me to..." He trails off as he bites down on the skin under his teeth and sucks, plying it with his teeth and tongue until a bruise forms under his mouth. Toshi closes his eyes and noses farther down, kissing and nipping a dark trail down his lover's collarbone while his good hand shifts to slide his broad palm across the soft skin of his lover's lower back, edging around the curve on one buttock to dig nails into his skin. The battered blonde very lightly rests his still healing right hand on Aizawa's ribs, silently wishing he had both hands free for this particular task. "I like see you eye-to-eye like this, it almost makes me feel shorter." Toshi huffs a laugh and leans up to deliver a tender, somewhat damp kiss.

Those slow, teasing kisses and nips at his throat draw forth a deep, pleased rumble from the underground hero, who pauses for a moment to appreciate the sensation on his sensitive neck before his fingers resume their work, stroking and squeezing in the heat trapped between the two excited bodies. "You like feeling shorter," he muses softly, his eyes sinking shut as he presses a few kisses of his own into Toshi's hair, "Is that what you're saying? I could see about getting some high heels, if that would help..." He smirks and pulls his hand free, using it to stabilize himself as he leans over to grab the bottle of lube from the floor, then glances back to where those eager fingers have been inching closer between his cheeks, and reaches to squirt a good amount across the questing digits and his own skin, urging his partner forward with a sly glance down at him and a slow grind back into his grasp.

"Ah, cold cold cold! Where did you store that, outside?!" Toshi yelps softly and pulls back his suddenly sticky hand, squeezing the long digits together with a squishy sound until the lube warms up against his skin. He reaches back around the curve of Aizawa's rear and gathers the stray liquid on his fingers before he tilts his hand to slide his slick sticky fingers around that tightly clenched ring of muscle. "I don't like being shorter, I like being able to look you in the eye without hunching," Toshi grins up at dark-haired man slyly as he very slightly dips his fingers past Aizawa's entrance teasingly a few times before screwing his fingers in deeply with a wet sound, using the fingers of his bandaged hand to gently stroke his lover's scruffy face.

Shouta lifts one incredulous eyebrow at the outburst, then rolls his eyes with a little shake of his head as he leans in for more kisses, returning the grip of his free hand to the warm flesh trapped beneath his hips, carefully tugging Toshi's pants a little lower to free him and grind sensuously against him with a deep hum of appreciation as those fingertips push into him. "Mmm, agreed," Aizawa hums along happily, though by this point he's mostly lost the thread of the conversation, his own eyes sinking closed as he relaxes in his partner's grasp, twisting his head to the side to press gentle kisses atop the bandages of the hand caressing his cheek. At the sudden push of pressure into his prostate, Shouta bites his lip and moans a little more loudly than usual, rocking his hips back to meet Toshi's palm as his cheeks flush with the growing need stirring in his core. "Fuck yeah... I needed this. I need you."

Toshi makes a soft sound of agreement as he nuzzles against Aizawa's throat, suckling at the skin under his mouth as he gives a little buck with his hips, thrusting into the tight grip on his shaft with a nearly silent groan. "I need you too...with all that's been happening, we haven't had time for each other..I wish I wasn't still healing or I think I'd like to fuck you hard enough that you wouldn't be able to walk for a while." He uses the pressure of his hand to force their hips together, grinding hard hot flesh together. The shift of his hand drives his fingers a little deeper, pushing roughly against the smaller man's tender spot. All the while his left scarred hand keeps up the lewd motions, Toshi uses his bandaged right to tenderly strokes the edge of his love's cheek and ear, and to comb through his thick black mane of hair. "I missed you," he breathes, stroking his fingers down Aizawa's throat.

"Heh, considering how long it's been, I might be out of practice enough to get to that point anyway, healed or not." Shouta runs a firm grip up and down along Toshi's length, then reaches for the bottle of lube again, taking care this time to warm it between his palms before slathering the slick fluid across every inch of his partner's shaft, his own erection already excited and straining in response to the intimate touch and the fingers teasing at his depths and working to stretch him open again. Running his thumb lewdly across the swollen head in his palm, Aizawa gives a few pumps and squeezes in time with each push of Toshi's fingers into him, until his body aches to be filled and rejoined with his beloved. "Not waiting any longer," he murmurs into Yagi's hair, his pulse racing against the older man's thin lips, "Hold still for a second... unless you wanted to take the lead." Sitting up for a moment on his knees, Shouta lifts his left hand free from the couch and runs his fingers through the blonde locks under his chin, pressing a firm kiss to his partner's head as he shifts forward carefully to grind his bare bottom along the heavy shaft he'd been teasing, the cheap lube sliding messily between them.

"I don't have the strength for that yet, love," Toshi murmurs candidly with a low groan of want as he slips his fingers free from the smaller man's body, shifting to curl them around his cock instead, smearing it with the sticky lube as he gives it a few slow strokes. He lightly peppers kisses across Aizawa's soft throat, suckling at the skin covering his adam's apple and raking teeth lightly across his sharp collarbones. Toshi carefully moves his still broken right arm to the side and rests it on the arm of the couch with a little wince which he hurriedly covers up, tilting his head upwards instead for another heated kiss with his lover, their excited motions filling the new apartment with soft lewd noises.

Only the sweet, coppery aftertaste of Toshinori's mouth could distract Shouta from his feverish excitement, bringing pause to his energetic grinding and groping as he ducks his head to return the kiss, humming happily against his lover's lips as he slips his tongue in past those perfect white teeth to run along the roof of Yagi's mouth and tangle with him for a moment longer, his breathing hot and heavy through his nose until the desire builds further and spurs him forward. With a soft, impatient groan, Eraserhead pulls away to twist in All Might's lap, reaching back with slippery fingers to insistently grasp at the throbbing length against his backside and guide it up into place, nudging Toshi's fingers out of the way with his own before he rocks back on his knees to impale himself eagerly atop the healing retiree. His head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut in concentration, Shouta works carefully through the stinging stretch of muscles being put to use again after a long while, biting his lip to keep from whimpering softly at the slight pain, drawing a deep, shuddering breath which he sighs out slowly as he lets his weight sink down to meet flush against his partner's hips. "Ahhh... that's more like it. How're you holding up, sunflower?"

Toshi doesn't immediately reply; instead he wraps his good arm around the smaller man's body and hugs him close, burrowing his face in the crook of Aizawa's neck. He trembles a little, then raises his head to place a trail of kisses nearly across the scar under the dark-haired man's eye. "I think I forgot how amazing you feel, Shouta," the blonde breathes softly, reaching down to cup his hand around Aizawa's shaft, his fingers rubbing slowly around the head in a slow teasing way. Toshi shifts on the couch slightly to spread his legs the tiniest bit, giving a small thrust into his lover's depths with the motion, a pleased groan rumbling in the back of his throat. "When I'm well, when...I won't say when I'm better but when I'm healed, I'll make all of this up to you."

Shouta only shakes his head again in a fond, dismissive assurance, a soft breathy laugh in his voice, "Nothing for you to make up, you dork. You're -ah- pretty amazing yourself." The younger hero braces his legs against the couch cushions to let his hips go slack, riding fluidly through the careful thrusts up into him, as he pushes back with a heady rush of pleasure from the thick, warm pressure sliding into his body as though it were always meant to be there. "Ahhh... if we could just... stay like this, I could die a happy man..." Aizawa kneads contentedly at Yagi's shoulders, leaning forward with a little weight on his palms to rock up and back again, starting up a slow rhythm into the taller man's lap, bracing his upper body as he ducks in to nudge foreheads and steal another passionate kiss, his gut wrenching pleasantly from the slight shift of angles as his hips roll back down to get more of that delicious pressure.

The tall blonde flexes and gives a few thrusts into the tight heat above him but all too quickly begins panting with exhaustion, and flops his head backwards against the back of the couch. "We... probably should have waited a day at least, I just can't keep up..ah...with you" he groans quietly as his body trembles with a combination of heady arousal and total exhaustion. Toshi raises his head after a moment and tips his chin up to give Aizawa another deep kiss, dipping his tongue past thin lips and sliding it sensually against his lover's, all the while keeping up the slow stroking motions with his lube-slick hand still snugly wrapped around the dark-haired man's shaft. He shifts his bandaged arm to lightly rest his hand against Aizawa's back, wanting to feel as much of him as possible and ignoring the stinging pain that shoots up his arm with each jolting motion.

"No," Aizawa growls sharply with a sudden pinch of his teeth at Yagi's throat, following him down to the couch as he catches his breath, "No more waiting." Stilling in his frenzied ride, Shouta slips both hands up Toshi's chest, bunching up the fabric of his shirt until it catches on those healing arms, which he carefully helps to maneuver free of the garment. "I need all of you," he insists breathlessly, "Or as much as you'll give..." Sitting back on his haunches with a soft groan at the renewed internal pressure sliding deeper into him, he squeezes gently around his partner's base and pulls his own shirt free, gathering Toshinori into his arms to savor the rush of more skin contact, his pulse strong and beating quickly against the bony chest below him. "Just relax and let yourself enjoy this as much as I am, sunflower. It's just us, no need to keep up appearances."

Toshi gives a startled yelp at the sudden bite and shudders all the way down his spine from the delicious dichotomy of pain and pleasure assaulting his beaten body. He lifts both arms to help with the removal of his shirt, then wraps them back around Aizawa's body as tightly as he can manage, giving soft throaty moans as the younger man moves. "I'll give you everything... ahhhh... anything, i-it's all for you," Toshi gasps out as he surrenders to his lover's strength and embrace, peppering his scruffy face and throat with kisses. He strokes Aizawa's spine with his bandaged hand as his lube slick hand resumes its place around the younger teacher's shaft, stroking along veins and teasing at the head before wrapping it in s tight grip like the one around his own cock, doing his level best to stroke in time with Aizawa's rocking motions.

Shouta's voice gives way to a soft, keening whine of pleasure at the response as those graceful, practiced fingers encompass his sensitive flesh, and he shudders slightly at the sharp contrast between the pleasant, hot ache of pressure within him and the cool empty air brushing along his bare back where Toshi's careful touches leave him wanting for more contact. "God, I love you," he admits absentmindedly, reaching to cup his partner's sharp jawline in both hands as he leans in to capture him for another long, drawn-out kiss, his tongue mirroring each roll of his hips to accompany the slide of his body around that heavy shaft with an insistent thrust past Toshi's lips, sampling that subtle metallic tang with relish. Only when the air starts to run thin does he pull away, his pupils blown wide with arousal and his cheeks flushed bright from exertion, fondly admiring the blond hero below him as he stokes over those gaunt cheekbones with his thumbs before he slides his hands lower, teasing idly at Toshi's nipple and scar and navel as he lets his eyes sink shut in concentration, riding up and over the edge of pleasure with a firm squeeze to coax the older hero into a release of his own.

The older hero makes a soft sound of pleasure as he feels Aizawa shudder his way through an orgasm, the thick slippery cum spurting out over his long fingers and down the back of his hand. Toshi darts forward and bites down on the soft hollow of the shivering man's throat, sucking at it with sloppy noises as he fights his exhaustion to arch his body up off the couch, roughly thrusting into that tight twitching heat a few times before he cums with a low muffled groan, his bandaged hand gripping as tightly as it can to the arm of the couch. After a few sparkling seconds, he sinks back down on the couch with a sigh, shifting his soaked and sticky hand to Aizawa's hip and pulling him down at the same time, keeping them pinned tightly together for as long as he can manage. Toshi finally releases the abused skin he'd bitten down on and gives it a few soothing tender kisses before tipping his head up to lay kisses across Aizawa's face instead, his motions tender and fond. "I love you too...but we probably should..have waited..a day," the blonde pants a little, looking exhausted. He raises his right hand slowly and flinches, carefully flexing it to ease the ache from his broken bones as he bites back a quiet yelp or two.

"Sorry... But fuck that," Shouta laughs breathlessly as he nuzzles happily into the kisses, retaliating with a few of his own here and there, "I wasn't waiting another minute... Why, did I hurt you?" His expression falls from the bliss of afterglow into anticipatory concern, and he pulls away a little to sit up and get a better view of his partner's battered body, eyes flicking from bruise to bandage, and catching suddenly on the flinch and suppressed yelp of pain. "Damnit, Toshi, I'm sorry. I should have listened. Where does it hurt, your arm?" Aizawa hurriedly slides his leg down to the floor, carefully pulls himself free of Yagi with a little shudder, and swings his other leg up and over to worry and fuss over him, paying no mind to the bottle of lube kicked over in the rush, leaking slowly onto the fresh carpeting. "I'll grab your pills, wait there."

"No, Shouta ..ah...w-wait a minute," Toshi gives a soft gasp as the younger hero pulls away suddenly, collapsing back against the couch with a sad sigh. He leans his head back against the couch back and rubs his eyes with his bandaged hand slowly, feeling his pulse pounding in his ears. After a moment the blonde raises his head and slowly stands, scooping up the discarded bottle as he does so with a little frown at the spilled lube, but he carefully caps it and carries it to their new bathroom. Toshi stores it in a random drawer and braces both hands on the sink to stare at himself morosely in the mirror, his mood plummeting from sweet euphoria to bleak depression in the space of a heartbeat at Aizawa's fussing demeanor. He absently cleans himself up and wanders back to the living room, watching Aizawa dig for his pills without actually helping, as he picks up his discarded clothes and tugs them back on. The tired blonde reaches into a nearby box for a blanket and pillow before retiring to the bedroom to curl up on the floor in an exhausted heap.

Aizawa huffs softly in frustration as he returns to the couch with a cup of water and a couple of pain pills, only to find their makeshift bed cold and empty but for the self-satisfied ginger cat just settling in to steal the warm spot which Yagi had vacated. "Toshi?" The younger teacher pokes his head into the bedroom to find his missing fiancé, and sighs in resignation when he spots the huddled lump of blankets on the floor. "Come on, sunflower, let's get your pain levels down." Crouching to deliver the goods, Shouta carefully places the pills in Toshinori's free hand, and sets the glass there beside his head, within reach. Then, moving quickly in the dark room with the kitchen light for guidance, he takes a few moments to clear the full boxes from the mattress, setting them aside to be unpacked and sorted through later, and fetches the sheets from the box where the blanket had come from, spreading them over the bed with care. "Lying on the floor like that can't be comfortable," he rumbles softly, tapping his foot in mild annoyance, "And I want to hold you without getting a kink in my back. So." Without further ado, Shouta kneels to scoop the larger man into his arms, pushing with a brief effort to lift his partner from the floor and settle him carefully into bed. Then he makes one last round of their new apartment, turning off the lights and gathering Mara to bring to bed, setting her at Toshi's feet before he worms his way in to join the older teacher under the pilfered blanket, wrapping a firm arm around his waist to hold him close.

Toshi shifts and rolls over gingerly to wrap both arms around the smaller man as tightly as he can, finally letting out a slow deep breath as the tightness eases in his chest. He nuzzles into the black mane under his chin and sighs, stroking his wrapped hand very slowly down Aizawa's back. "D-don't....I don't like being abandoned like that. I know you left because of me but...stay with me next time. The pain pills aren't a big deal. I just wanted to hold you." A shudder ripples through the tall blonde's frame as the pills start to kick in, his limbs becoming loose and relaxed as the pain bleeds away. For a few moments he's silent and motionless except for the slow stroke of his ruined hand, then Toshi presses a few kisses to the smaller man's forehead. "Shouta..." he whispers, his voice low and sleepy, "don't..leave me..." The beaten blonde trails off into sleep, still pressed tightly against his lover.

"Abandoned?" Shouta glances up with an incredulous arch of his eyebrow, stretching to press a few soft kisses along Toshi's jaw, "I didn't leave, you dork, I was just in the next room over." He sighs softly and shakes his head as he burrows into the warm hollow of his partner's throat, soothed by the familiar scent and shape of his body. "I don't plan to go anywhere without you, Toshinori. Not as long as you'll have me." He strokes slowly at the bones and scars of Yagi's back, one arm slipped up under his shirt again, and sighs in relief as the tension of pain saps out of the taller hero's muscles, leaving the three of them to sleep peacefully in their new home.

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"Hey Shouta?" a shy call from the bathroom down the hallway tentatively asks, "Can you ...close your eyes a second?"

"Already closed, sunflower," Aizawa calls back, his voice a little gravelly after not using it for several hours, "Why, what is it?" He rubs painfully at his bloodshot eyes and groans softly to himself, then lets both arms fall to either side of him on the mattress, still lying limply there from the previous night, and more than a little hesitant to face the morning sun.

A few quiet footsteps and suddenly a gloved hand is pressed against the side of Aizawa's face. "Here, look straight up," Toshi says very softly, hesitantly, as he uncaps the bottle of eyedrops. He carefully drips a few drops in each of the tired teacher's eyes, waiting for him to blink. "Does that help?"

Shouta leans his head into the touch, and squints up as directed, relaxing marginally at the sight of the bottle directly above him. He blinks a few times to clear the liquid over his aching scleras, and smiles wearily in a silent gratitude, before his eyes take in the sight of his partner before him. "What are you... uh... Going somewhere, All Might?"

Toshinori swallows audibly and slowly caps the bottle of eyedrops, gloves squeaking just the smallest bit against the plastic. "You...remember we talked about going to that um...um..club? I..ordered the outfit you wanted me to wear and I just..wanted to show you." He crosses his left arm behind his back to grip his right elbow tightly as the pulse beats visibly in the base of his throat. What he's wearing can only politely be called a hero costume. The yellow boots are thigh high, his normal bodysuit is now a two piece consisting of a pair of very tight shorts and a long sleeves top that shows off his stomach, his sunburst of a scar just barely covered. The only parts of the outfit that look like his original one are his gloves and his belt.

"Oh my god, you actually found it..." Eraserhead reaches up to rub at his eyes once more, this time making sure he's not dreaming, before he sweeps his gaze hungrily up and down the long planes of his lover's body. "That looks... fantastic. You're going to put everyone else in the club to shame." He grins wide and mischievously, pulling his legs free from the blanket to crawl closer across the mattress, reaching out to run his fingers along the seams of the outfit, "When are we going?"

"G-going?" Toshi's cracks half an octave up and he trembles a little, "Shouta I don't know if I can actually go out in this! It's..it's very..." He shakes his head minutely and buries his burning face in his gloved hands.

Aizawa tilts his head slightly with a questioning hum, "Isn't that what you were talking about, getting this version of your costume to wear at the club?" He reaches up to gently pull Toshi's hands down and reveal his face, leaning low to meet his eyes with a reassuring squeeze around his wrists, "You could go out in street clothes, and change once we get there, if that helps? Or wear it underneath..."

"I'm... they'll just be looking at me, Shouta, everyone's seen this form now, but they'll be looking," Toshi's breathing picks up slowly until it's plain he's starting to panic, his dull blue eyes huge. "Judging me, saying 'oh look there's that failure' and sneering at me." He clenches his hands into fists but doesn't pull away, instead he crowds closer to Aizawa, like he's hiding from imaginary eyes.

About to comment on the first concern, Aizawa cuts himself off sharply and bites at the next one instead, "Failure?!? Did somebody call you that, Toshi?" He sighs heavily and gathers the taller hero in close, letting his legs sink apart to form a makeshift cradle around him, one arm pulled around the thin waist and the other buried in his dandelion hair. "We don't have to go, not if it makes you uncomfortable. But... on the other side of the coin..." Shouta tips his head up to press a firm, insistent kiss between the heavy brows of his partner's forehead, "You also don't have to pay them any mind. What's it matter if they judge you, huh? You're not in a popularity contest anymore."

Hiding his face in the juncture of Aizawa's corded neck, Toshi slowly starts to calm back down and lifts a shoulder in reply. "Some..times I get a text on my work phone from some hero that's..less than pleased with my retirement." He doesn't mention the other texts, the ones calling him worse than a failure. Slowly he sneaks both arms around his love's waist, and sighs. "I..do want to do this...but I'm going to need your help. I'm..I'm really a mess."

Shouta growls softly at the report and combs his fingers diligently through Toshi's hair, wishing he could do something to shield the retired Symbol of Peace from the cruelty of the world he'd worked so hard to protect. He just holds on tightly for a long while, letting his partner come to his own conclusions. "What sort of help do you need from me? And... how soon? Do you already have an invitation?" Shouta tips his head up to press another kiss to Toshi's face, on the tip of his nose this time, before he plants a hand on either shoulder and pulls himself up to his feet, stretching slowly with a yawn to start the day.

Toshi tilts his face into the kiss with a little hum, opening his eyes to watch Aizawa stretch. He slides onto the bed and curls up in the warmth that the smaller man left behind, his nerves a little frayed. "I'm thinking that I'd probably need things to..keep me calm. A blindfold maybe? And I really enjoy..." He blushes deeply but forces himself to say it, even though the thought makes him shy in the light of day. "I really enjoy being collared. I think we should work on that, so when you put it on me, all I can focus on is you." He rubs his lean throat with one hand, thinking. "Oh, and day after tomorrow, so three days?"

Aizawa pauses with his uniform shirt pulled halfway over his head, then blinks and nods slowly at the request. "Sure thing, sunflower. We can do some conditioning tonight and tomorrow, once we're done at work." He resumes his morning routine, getting dressed and stuffing his utility belt, before he glances up at Toshinori with a wry smirk, "Speaking of which... You weren't going to wear that to teach in, were you... I mean, I'm sure Nemuri would approve."

"Hmn?" Toshi blinks a bit, lost in thought, then he takes in the black jumpsuit and swears in realization. "Shit, you're right, let me..let me change!" He hops off the bed and darts to the bathroom where he left his sweater and jeans, hurrying to change so he can still make the first bell.

Later that evening, Toshi pushes the door open to their apartment with a tired little "I'm back" for Mara, who curls around his legs with happy little chirps. The tall man stoops and picks her up for a tender snuggle, used to coming home alone by now. He balances her soft striped body with one arm while he roots around in the fridge, looking for the bottle of iced tea he left there earlier.

Eraserhead elects to decline his usual nightly patrol for the rest of the week, taking a pay cut in favor of remaining on call for emergencies and enjoying some more time together with Toshinori instead. He makes it home at nearly the same time as his partner, minus the half hour it takes him to run out to a specialty shop beforehand, scarf-slinging to the next district over, with his parcel of purchases bumping and dangling along where he'd clipped it to his utility belt for the return trip. Letting himself in from the balcony, he glances around for the familiar sight of the retired hero, already excited to try something new together.

The blonde man looks up from his laptop, staring at the balcony door until he sees Aizawa step through it. He breaks into a grin and sets aside the computer to go greet the nighttime hero with a hug and a kiss to his forehead. "Shouta! I'm surprised to see you home so early! Did you take the night off or something?" Pulling away, he returns to his spot on the couch, tucking his long legs out of the way as he reaches for the laptop again. "I wasn't expecting you so soon, so dinner will be a bit. How do you feel about white chicken chili?" Toshi asks, turning to show Aizawa the picture on his screen.

Immediately warmed by the welcome past the threshold, Aizawa sighs happily and leans into the hug, nuzzling up into Toshi's neck with a soft hum. "Yeah, the next three nights," he confirms as he pulls his boots off and hangs his scarf by the door, "I'm on call as backup, but things seem to have died down for a little while with this cold snap we've been having, here's hoping it stays that way." Leaning over the back of the couch to peer at the recipe, he shrugs a little, "Looks kind of weird, but I'll try it. Did you need any help in the kitchen?" He paces off down the hallway as he speaks, heading for the bedroom to drop off his purchases in the toy drawer and change quickly into some soft, warm pajamas to relax in.

"Not too much, we have the ingredients so we can just put everything in the crockpot and let it cook itself!" Toshi calls back, chewing on his thumbnail as he reads the recipe. His head shoots up as the rest of Aizawa's words sink in, and he gives a charming blush. "T-three days..." The blonde stares into space for a minute as he daydreams a little, then shakes his head sharply from side to side. He sets the computer aside and turns to sit up on his knees on the couch, his arms crossed on the raised back as he watches the nocturnal hero come down the hall. "Naomasa texted me earlier, said he wants me to start going back to boxing with him. My arm's almost healed, so I think I might."

"You said that's how much time we'd need, right," Aizawa draws near and drapes one arm around Toshi's shoulders, sinking the fingers of his other hand into the golden hair to ruffle it playfully, "I wanted to give you my undivided attention. Or at least the next best thing." He leans in to press a warm kiss to the taller man's head in return for the one he'd gotten at the door, and grins widely at the sight of that coloring on his gaunt cheeks. "Boxing, hm? So long as you take it easy at first. Did you want me to come with you?"

Toshi tilts his face up into the kiss with a soft contented sigh. "If you like, but let me text Nao. I'm sure he wouldn't mind, but it might be like... a friend thing? You know? That's why I'm shy about going to the bar with Hizashi and Nemuri. That... and me not drinking." He laughs a little and shifts to pull away so he can slide off the couch. The tall blonde arches his back with a grunt, hearing it pop, before wandering off to the kitchen to quickly put dinner in the crockpot. "Shouta, if you'd... like to play a little, I can set this on low so we'd have time to?"

"I may have known them since we were in school together, but they're your co-workers now too. Don't get bashful about joining us. And you can be our designated driver, I'm sure they'd love that, especially in your flashy car." Aizawa chuckles softly and follows into the kitchen, teasing his hands up the back of Toshi's shirt to augment his stretch with a playful little massage. "We could get started, sure. I brought a few treats that I thought might come in handy."

"Treats?" the tall man asks curiously as he wriggles against the touch on his skin, smiling happily. "What kind of treats?" Toshi turns and drapes his arms around Aizawa's muscled body, leaning against him with a soft sigh, his dinner plans temporarily forgotten.

Arching one eyebrow up at his easily distracted partner, Shouta smirks a little and jerks his chin toward the counter, "Weren't you putting something together? If you don't need my help, finish what you were doing, then... meet me in the bedroom, hmm?" He leans up to press a teasing kiss into the hollow of Toshi's throat, then pulls away to saunter off back to the bedroom, unpacking his purchases and getting them set up.

Toshi presses his hand over the spot where his lover kissed him, smiling tenderly, then turns to hurry and put dinner together. He hums while he works, some cheerful new song he heard walking home today. He doesn't know the words but the tune is catchy and his singing gradually fills the small kitchen as he cuts and dices, the sharp sound of a knife making a beat under his jaunty voice. Once everything's safely in the crockpot, Toshi sets it on low and turns to wash his hands, drying them and fastidiously hanging up the small yellow hand towel. He makes his way down the hallway, hands laced together behind his back, and shyly pokes his head in the doorway.

Shouta is just putting the finishing touches on the scene, with three groupings of toys, outfits, and accessories laid out on the mattress, comprised of both old familiar favorites and new arrivals to their collective stash. The Erasure hero himself is still surveying the three piles, with his back to the door, both arms occupied with pulling his hair into a tight, orderly braid, which he then tucks up into the brim of a police cap. The rest of his body is already decked out in the faux uniform, adorning him with skin-tight leather boots, chaps, a thong, a corset-backed vest, and elbow-length gloves. "Ah, there you are," he smirks as he finishes completing his outfit and glances up to see Toshi peeking in, "Come on in, I have a decision I need your help with."

Toshi just stands and stares for a long moment before he eases his way into the bedroom with slow steps, his eyes huge as he takes in Aizawa's full outfit. He lightly reaches out and strokes bare flesh, streaking his fingers across one bare buttock before pulling his hand away. "Wow, Shouta, that's..." the blonde trails off as he stares. "Are..you thinking of wearing this version to the club?"

"Possibly," Aizawa tips his head in a noncommittal shrug, "I'm not sure whether it suits me, or whether it might be in poor taste to impersonate an officer of the law. What do you think?" He gestures toward the closet with one gloved hand before resting it up on Toshi's shoulder with a gentle squeeze, "I might swap out the chaps for the leather trousers, if I do wear this around strangers. But that's not important right now." He sidles his way around his partner and drapes his arm around Toshi's waist, gesturing at the piles with his free hand. On the left sits an interesting assortment of leather straps, flaps, and belts, connected with strange metal attachments, a small blue fleece blanket square, and a mid-sized black plug adorned with a bouquet of long, coarse, platinum-blond hair sprouting from the base. To the side rests the purple suede crop, and a short whip, still wrapped in the packaging from the store. "I could be a mounted officer, if you'll be my horse." The middle pile contains the velvet-lined aluminum cuffs, the ball gag and black silk blindfold, an oddly-shaped little cage, a chrome prostate massager with a two-fingered handle, a spreader bar with yet further cuffs linked to either end, and a brand new flogger with red and black leather fronds. "Or, I could take you into custody for interrogation." The right-hand pile consists of the wide, padded leather cuffs which Toshinori had bought, the thick steel collar, already unlocked and awaiting the older hero's neck, a black leather face-mask, perforated with breathing holes on either side and large enough to cover a nose and mouth, the lace panties, stockings, and garter from the cat-themed set, the length of purple silk rope, and a still-in-box remote control bullet vibe. "Orrrr... you could just be my pet. Slave. Whatever. I was a little fuzzy on this last one, not sure if it'd combine with what you showed me this morning."

"Hn, like a K9 officer...maybe," Toshi murmurs softly as he turns his head back and forth between the three piles, his hands still clasped behind his back. He extends a hand and hesitates, his mind racing as he tries to think of different scenarios. After a moment, he reaches into first pile to pull out a length of leather rein that's tipped with a metal clasp, then he turns to the third pile to pick up the collar, snapping the rein onto it like a leash. "I think..I'm the most familiar and comfortable with the pet option right now. I'm a bit unnerved by the mask, honestly, but um...i-if I'm your pet, then you're my master, and I trust you."

"Hmmm... I can work with that..." Reaching to take the collar from Toshi's hands, Aizawa unclips the makeshift lead from it, and draws closer to lift it up and lock the metal band around the base of Toshi's throat, re-testing it with a couple fingers to check its looseness. "Can you still eat with this on?" Using his grip on the collar, Shouta gently tugs Toshinori down to his level for a smug kiss. "Why don't you fix us an appetizer, and I'll fine-tune our arrangement. Unless you'd rather just pick out what appeals to you most?"

Toshi's eyes shut for just a moment as he kisses back, then he gives his head a faint shake. "No, no it's fine, I can swallow alright with this on so eating won't be an issue. I'll...go..get us a snack." He drops another swift kiss on Aizawa's mouth before pulling away to go back to the kitchen, rooting around for a small plate of vegetables and sharp cheese. As he lays everything out neatly on the plate, he raises one hand to rub his thumb over the heavy ring of the collar, the weight and tightness of the metal making his racing thoughts calm down. He takes a breath and grabs some thinly sliced bread to add to the plate before grabbing a pair of water bottles and heading back towards the bedroom.

By the time Toshinori returns from the kitchen, Aizawa has made quick work of putting away the extraneous tools and toys, and has arranged the rest atop a flat sheet spread over the comforter, hoping to lighten the laundry load for once with a little forethought. He greets the older hero with a warm smile, and pats the bedside next to where he's seated cross-legged, beside the nightstand, where he sets the water bottles for safekeeping next to the ring of keys for the collar and cuffs. "So, you're here for your training, is that right? Going to learn how to sniff out drugs and bombs?" Shouta reaches up to ruffle Toshi's hair as though petting playfully at the head of a dog, before he sneaks his hand in to grab a few morsels from the plate. "Well. Before we can get that far, the first lesson is how to remain calm and professional when surrounded by civilians." He pops the cheese and carrot into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully as he runs his eyes up and down Yagi's lanky frame. "When you're ready, just go ahead and strip." As an afterthought, Shouta gently tugs the plate from Toshi's hands, occasionally snacking from it, but saving plenty to feed to Toshinori as positive reinforcement.

With a little nod, Toshi does just that, tugging his sweater up and over his head before folding it and laying it on the only chair in the room. He keeps undressing calmly, no longer body shy in the slightest in front of Aizawa. He can't help but grin playfully at the thought of being a bomb-sniffing dog as he folds his slacks and lays them on top of the sweater, turning to kneel in front of Aizawa trustingly.

Shouta uncrosses his legs and spreads them apart a little, making room for Toshi to kneel between them. "There's a good boy," he praises, and offers an open palm before Toshi's chin, holding out a little snack sandwich he'd put together while his partner had been busy. With the other hand, he sets the plate aside for a moment, and fetches the leather lead, then clips it back onto the ring dangling from the collar. "If I tug on this leash, that means the same thing as giving the command 'heel.' You are to stop what you're doing and return to my side. If you fail to heel, there will be consequences. Understand?"

"Yes, of course," the blonde acknowledges as he puts his hands on the floor and leans forward a little, taking the tiny sandwich out of Aizawa's palm with just his teeth. He carefully chews and swallows, coughing slightly at the dryness of the bread. He hunches his shoulders as he turns his head to cough, sitting back a little to raise one hand to cover his mouth.

"And just as a refresher, since it's been a while... What are your verbal and nonverbal safewords? I'm going to be pushing at your mental boundaries, so I'll need you to use them only for prevention of trauma, nothing less. I will take it as a request to end the scene." Shouta reaches for one of the water bottles and uncaps it, then raises it to Toshi's lips to let him drink, followed by a tissue in case of blood. With his free hand, he keeps up the gentle contact, petting and combing through Yagi's hair and behind his ears, down his neck to where the collar met his skin.

Toshi takes a long grateful drink, letting out his breath in a little pant as he pulls away, but shakes his head at the sight of the tissue. He leans into the gentle touch for a long moment, eyes close, before he replies, his voice very soft. "The... stop safeword is sunflower, the slow down one is lotus... and if I can't talk, it's by snapping my fingers," the blonde affirms softly, just a glint of dull blue glittering from under his long blond lashes. He sighs and shuts his eyes all of the way as he leans closer, nearly resting his head on one of Aizawa's knees for a moment.

"Good~" Shouta croons as he caps the bottle again and sets it aside, returning to cradle Toshi's head in both hands, "Such a good boy... Do you already know any tricks, I wonder? How about... Shake?" Trailing one hand down to rest on Yagi's shoulder, then to reach behind him for one of those padded leather cuffs, Aizawa holds his right hand out in a beseeching gesture.

Toshi hums happily at the praise and lifts his left hand, shifting to balance all the weight on his right as he extends the limb upwards to lightly touch the side of Aizawa's bare thigh, both as if he's following the command and also just to touch his beloved's scarred skin, bared so handsomely near where he's resting his face. He tilts his head a bit, his eyes racing over that extremely abbreviated uniform.

"Hm, wrong arm, but close enough," Aizawa chuckles softly and takes the proffered hand, giving a gentle squeeze for reassurance before he brings the cuff over to buckle around Toshi's wrist, fastening it snug but not tight enough to restrict his movements or blood flow. He lets go and fetches another couple of vegetables and slices of cheese, splitting them between himself and his new pet, before he reaches for the other cuff. "Let's try that again, this time with the right arm?"

Toshi blushes a bit at having confused the command and promptly extends his right hand. He accepts the vegetables with polite nibbles, quietly crunching on them and turning his head to wipe his mouth on his shoulder before placing his head back on Aizawa's knee as he watches the dark-haired man securely fasten this cuff as well. The tall blonde can't help but jingle his wrist a little once his hand is released, giving a small pleased grin at the sound of metal clinking against metal.

Shouta rewards the second cuff with the last of the appetizers, then sets the plate on the floor and scoots it off to the side with his boot. "All right, you've been doing very well at obedience so far, let's practice with a walk." He leans to one side to grab the leather mask, and holds it up to Toshi's face, hesitating for a moment to let him inspect it and become familiar with the accessory. "This muzzle is less about restraining or hiding you, than it is about giving you the appearance of such. You'll notice that you can still breathe and smell perfectly fine, you may even be able to talk if you speak up, but others will see this and feel more at ease. You want civilians to feel safe with you there, right?"

The taller man flinches away from the muzzle at first, then he turns and inspects it, forcing himself to really look the item over. Cautiously he leans closer and presses his nose against the leather, breathing in the comforting scent and trying to relax. "I-I do want to be trusted," Toshi sighs softly, but his words give lie to a deeper meaning than just what the muzzle implies. He edges closer again, closing his eyes permissively, resting his weight forward on his hands.

"I already trust you," Aizawa assures him, "You're my partner, you help make me better. We're a team. But not everyone knows you like I do." He holds the face mask steady as Toshinori nudges into it, cradling the larger man's head as he slides his hands back and buckles the straps on snugly. "There now, don't you look handsome~" Shouta smiles and leans in to press a kiss to Toshi's forehead, right at his hairline, before he hooks a couple fingers into the ring on the collar, and tugs gently upward on it, letting his hand trail back along the lead as he stands from the bedside. "On your feet, then, let's get some practice."

Toshi awkwardly scrambles to his feet at the tug on his collar and stands there uncertainly, running one hand over the mask. He closes his eyes for a moment, rubbing his thumb against the leather, trying to resist tearing it off his face. He trembles very slightly, his chest rising and falling at an unnatural pace as he freezes in place, his blue eyes squinting tightly shut.

Shouta runs his hands up and down the muscles of Toshi's chest and back, hoping to soothe him into calming down a little. "Listen to me," he commands, though his tone is gentle enough as he brings both hands forward to rest in that old familiar gesture, a little concerned at the quickened pace of his partner's heart, "As a hero, you always had that damned smile on your face, trying to soothe the public into a sense of false confidence and complacency. But make no mistake, it was a mask, just like this." Aizawa runs his palms gently up the sides of Toshi's neck, stretching up on his tiptoes to double-check the tightness of the straps and the seal of the sewn leather seams against skin. "At least this way, you can relax too. You can frown or gasp or cough blood or snarl and sneer right back at them, and they will never know the difference. How does that sound?"

A very faint mutter can be heard from behind the black leather as Toshi blindly reaches for Aizawa's wrists, clinging to them like a lifeline. He holds on tightly for a few minutes as he forces himself to take slow deep breaths and calm down, even though he can feel the hammering of his heart in his ears. After a moment the tension very slowly eases out of his shoulders and the tall blonde man stands a bit taller, his eyes cracking open as his breathing evens out and the tenuous phrase of "...it's just a mask..." can be heard repeated a few times from behind the black leather like a holy mantra. Toshi focuses his eyes in on Aizawa's face and nods very slightly, leaning his head down to press it into the smaller man's hands.

"That's right, love, just a mask. It's helping to keep you safe, in a way." Shouta runs his thumbs gently and carefully along the angles of Toshi's face, over his brows and along his temples, then down the seams to rest at the junction of his neck, where the cool steel of the collar rests against his pulse. "I need you to be safe out there, so you can keep me safe, right? We look out for each other, and I'm going to use every tool at my disposal to make us stronger together. Here," Aizawa trails his palms down Toshinori's chest again, twining his fingers around the braided leather lead hanging from the collar, "Why don't you hang on to this, it'll be your lifeline keeping you tethered to me." He wraps the free end of the strap around his left hand, and tentatively takes a couple of small steps toward the door, starting to pull the leash taut, slowly enough to let Toshi get accustomed to it, as he issues a soft suggestion of a command, "Heel."

Toshi relaxes a little more as the calm words and tone help ease his anxieties about being bound like he is, and he lets out a harsh breath that streams out of the breathing holes in the mask. He blinks a little blearily, nodding at Aizawa's words, and touches the makeshift leash with his fingers but he lets them drop passively as he feels the leather lead tighten. At the sound of his lover's command, the tall blonde slowly steps closer on careful feet, coming to stand behind the dark-haired man's left shoulder, his eyes half open as a sort of lassitude spreads over his thoughts as Toshi sinks farther into his submissive headspace.

Shouta watches carefully out of the corner of his eye, and tips his head in a nod of approval. "Good, so far so good," he rumbles softly, a pleased smirk curling at the corner of his lips, "I'll be leading the way, scouting the room, but I need you to keep your eyes peeled too." Aizawa takes a few more steps out into the hallway and swaps the slack of the leather leash into his right hand, trailing the left up the lead to rest the back of his hand atop Toshi's sternum, stroking gently at his chest with a few knuckles. "I've got a handle on the situation, not to worry, but I still need you as my backup. Just in case." Glancing occasionally back to check on Yagi's expression and behavior, Shouta slowly leads the way back out into the kitchen, and pauses beside the slow-cooker. "Go on, check it out, have a sniff. Think it's ready? We can take a dinner break."

The tall blonde follows with no hesitation, padding on silent feet behind Aizawa as the tenseness eases more and more out of his body leaving his limbs loose and graceful. As the words wash over him he tilts his head a little but nothing the dark-haired man had to say was a command so Toshi stays relaxed and calm, his hands loose at his sides. As they near the kitchen he wakes up a little and looks more alert, his dark eyes blinking above the mask as he gives a little nod, leaning down to lift the lid of the slow cooker. He sniffs experimentally but all he can smell is the leather of the muzzle, so instead he takes a spoon and slowly stirs the chili, inspecting it. After a moment he turns towards the fridge and grabs a couple more ingredients out, some diced scallions and a bowl of shredded sharp cheese, which he adds to the pot and stirs in. The tall blonde replaces the lid, eyes the timer, and then shakes his head silently at the man holding his leash.

Watching patiently, Shouta steals the spoon as Toshinori finishes with it, and licks it clean to taste the dish in progress. "Mm, that's going to be good..." He licks his lips and sets the spoon in the sink, instead turning to draw in close against Toshi's front, trailing gentle fingers down his chest once more, "Especially after a hard day of training." Tilting his head slightly in contemplation, Aizawa runs his gaze up and down Toshi's lanky frame once more, still very much guessing at his partner's mental state. "Are you... doing okay? How would you feel about being seen like this?" Reaching up to drape the length of leather around his neck, Shouta leans in against Yagi's chest, resting his palms over either pectoral as he settles in to press his hips flush against the taller man's bare thighs with just the leather police outfit separating them as he sinks his weight forward to encourage Toshi to lean back against the counter.

Toshi takes the hint and leans back against the counter until his superior height causes the counter edge to dig into the back of his upper thighs. He puts his palms on the edge and hoists his lanky body upwards just slightly to sit on the counter, the chilly surface freezing on his bare rear. With one hand he strokes the edge and side of the police cap until he can curl his fingers around the shell of one of Aizawa's ears, sliding his broad palm down his lover's back to glide over and tightly grip one bare buttock. With the other hand he reaches up and touches the mask lightly, wanting to be heard but not wanting to raise his voice to do so. He closes his eyes and leans down, the leather of the muzzle brushing across Aizawa's hat.

Shouta follows each cryptic gesture with his eyes, trying to make sense of it, until the taller man leans in over him, and he hungrily tips his head up to press his lips against the skin of Toshi's neck, just above the collar fastened around it. "You can talk, you know," he murmurs softly, pressing warm kisses along the skin beneath his mouth, "I'm listening, I promise." He slides his arms up to wrap around Yagi's chest as an anchor, lifting the leg in the grasp of the broad, calloused palm until his boot toe rests on the lip of the lowest kitchen drawer.

"I..." Toshi clears his throat a little and tries again, "I'm okay, just being able to ...decompress like this, yes I suppose that's the right word. It's like I'm finally able to completely relax, and put my faith in you and just... listen to your commands. It's like my mind can stop racing and I can just listen for once, it's almost like I'm dreaming but awake," comes the soft whisper from behind the mask that's dropped to be nearly level with Aizawa's ear. A slow blush creeps it's way down the older man's throat as he fidgets a little, shifting on the counter-top, his fingers idly plucking at the black thong. A sudden thought makes the blonde man stiffen suddenly, his spine going rigid and his head shooting up in alarm. "I-I don't think I could go out in public like this, it feels like... like..." Toshi shakes his head wordlessly.

"Dreaming hmm? That's good, I suppose, that you're relaxed like that." Shouta tips his head and smiles a little, resting his ear against the steady pulse of Toshi's heart as his hands trail down over his back and thighs, dipping in between them to tease up his inseam. He looks up in mild alarm as Toshi tenses up at the idea of being seen, and frowns a little as the older teacher starts to clam up again. "Like what..." With a soft sigh, Aizawa runs his palms up Yagi's legs and pulls them up around his hips, then wraps both arms firmly around his partner and hoists him up off the cold countertop, making a mental note to wipe the surface off before using it again for food preparation. Struggling only a little at the unwieldy angle, with his forehead pressed against Toshi's collarbone and only fleeting glances of the hallway to either side, Shouta carefully wends his way back to the bedroom, and sets his precious cargo on the mattress. "There," he pants softly to catch his breath once more, "Is that a little better? What were you trying to say, it feels like..."

The tall man yelps a little and grabs on to Aizawa's shoulders, holding on as he's carried back down the hall. "I think you're getting stronger..." he muses as he settles back on the bed a little, tucking his legs up under his body. He looks down shyly and curls his hands into fists before answering, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "It feels like... I'm being humiliated. I don't mind... if it's just you, but I can't take it if... if..." Toshi turns away, eyes huge and worried above the mask. "The collar... that's fine, and the leash, but the mask? The roleplay? Shouta, I couldn't do this in public. I just couldn't take it, it's taken me so long to build myself up to feel like I'm worth anything."

Scooting up onto the mattress to sit behind his partner, Aizawa hums softly as he lays gentle hands on Toshi's back, then slides his palms up to undo the buckles on the leather straps fastened around his head. Then, with a little sigh, he leans in to rest his scruffy cheek against one shoulder blade as he wraps both arms around Yagi's chest, holding him close for a long while. "You're worth everything," he insists, his voice low and rough as he tries not to focus too much on this unhealthy mindset they both need to overcome, "Would... it help if we traded places? Or just went in tuxedos, like you'd mentioned originally?"

Toshi sighs as the muzzle eased away and lifts a hand to wipe his face, the other reaching up to gently close over Aizawa's wrists. "No, I'm uh... excited at the thought of being shown off, like I'm a prize. The praise, the admiration, that's exciting for me. I love putting on a show, I just can't take being humiliated." He suddenly turns his head and his sharp grin can be seen peeking over his shoulder. "Ask me to do tricks at the club and I will bite you. I... like the thought of being able to relax, like this..." Toshi tugs on the leash to give meaning to his words, "to be able to focus on you, in front of all of those people. All of those jealous people." He gives a small laugh and reaches to touch his fingers to the mask lying on the bed. "Besides, these toys don't all have to go with us."

"Hmm?" Following the gesture as he pokes his head out from behind the taller hero, Shouta huffs softly in amusement, "No, I didn't imagine we'd be hauling our entire drawer's worth of treasures with us. The club will probably have plenty of supplies or rough equivalents." He shifts on his knees and trails one hand around Toshinori's chest, carefully settling into the taller man's lap to rest against his collarbone, one arm draped around his slim waist as he cuddles in close with a soft creak of leather straining at the seams. "Tell me more about this, this distinction between showing off and humiliation? Because I wasn't trying to degrade you, and I thought you didn't want to be arm candy."

"See, that's the difference. I don't want to be arm candy for someone who's just using me, but I don't mind it for you... because it's you, and it's love and trust that goes along with it. I don't mind being your plaything, your sub... whatever you like, because it's you. I trust you. But the humiliation side... the eating out of dog bowls and such, that's a little outside of what I'm interested in here." Toshi laughs softly and rubs his cheek up against Aizawa's. "I can honestly say that I'm very much in to praise, so there is that. And about that... that hero costume I showed you this morning? I want people to look at me wearing that and wanting me. At least, abstractly right now. Until I get our roles set in my head."

Aizawa falls silent for a while to consider, his fingers trailing idly over the curves and creases in Toshinori's abdomen, cheek still resting atop his chest. "Hmm... How do you feel about being seen by people you know? Friends, colleagues, acquaintances? As opposed to total strangers watching you, knowing who you are?" Shouta lifts his head a few inches to make eye contact, starting to formulate an idea depending on his partner's reply. "If it were tonight, right now, would you be ready to appear in that outfit, on my elbow, at the club?"

A sudden blush blooms across his face and Toshi drops his eyes. "I uh..I don't know. I think I'd need more training to honestly wear that getup in front of strangers." He closes his eyes and quietly thinks for a moment, shifting his hands to rest on Aizawa's bare upper thighs. "Friends? Close friends, yes. You mean like... Nemuri? I know she's be interested in this kind of thing, but would she..actually be interested in me?" He opens his eyes and focuses in on Aizawa's face, leaning down to rest his forehead against his lover's.

"You're the one who turned her down," Shouta chuckles softly and darts his chin up to press a fond kiss to Toshi's nose, letting his legs sink apart to make room for those roaming hands, "I'm pretty sure that offer never left the table." He trails his fingertips in a slow circle around Yagi's right pectoral, gradually homing in on the nipple as he proposes a plan, "When it comes to training, like what you seem to have in mind, she's the best there is. If she's not busy, we could invite her over after work tomorrow? Ask for a few pointers?"

Toshi sucks in a quiet breath and shifts to arch his spine a little under the soft touch. "Y-yes, but she made that offer to All Might, not to Toshinori Yagi. That's what I'm..concerned about. Is she still interested in this skinny body?" He stares at the wall a little morosely before giving his head a shake and looking back down at Aizawa with a smile. "I don't want to stop training with you tonight though, you're gorgeous in this outfit and when you give me commands, it makes me want to focus in on your voice and be good. Earn your praise. It's... very calming, to just let go and trust you to make the decisions."

"Please," Aizawa lifts an incredulous eyebrow, smirking a little, "Miss Midnight made that offer to her new coworker. That's just how she likes to get to know people, says she gets a better understanding of how to work with them. I'm sure she'd be happy to ...'work' with you, no matter what you look like. I'll ask her tomorrow. In the meantime..." He hums softly and leans in close to plant a few more kisses into Toshinori's neck and along his jaw, fingers still trailing around one nipple and up the ridges of that bony spine. "You want to earn my praise, do you... how about you grade all those papers I've been putting off for a week."

Toshi tilts his head back and lets out the loudest groan possible. "P-papers, Shouta! Really!? ...let me at least grab some clothes then or I'll get chilly in the living room." He huffs a deep sigh and makes a motion like he's about to stand up, shifting a bit under Aizawa's weight on his lap. "Papers, here I am naked and collared and you want me to do schoolwork." The blond lets out a soft half-laugh. "Alright, so I guess you wanted to be done for tonight then? I can check on dinner, see if it's ready."

"No not really, you dork," Shouta gives a playful love-tap to Toshi's sternum, and shakes his head with a hopeless sigh. "Though they do need to get done eventually... Maybe this weekend." He shifts a little more in his partner's lap, sinking in against his warm skin to make good use of the ass-less chaps in the best possible location. "I was thinking... if you're my K9 officer tonight, then... You should fuck me doggy-style. For thematic purposes, of course."

Toshi lets out a sharp laugh and lifts his hand to cover his mouth as his shoulders shake, then he leans down and presses his mouth against the smaller man's ear. "Is that what you really want out of me tonight? For your pet to fuck his master? Will that make you say that I'm a good boy, and give me the praise that I'm craving?" He gives a low throaty growl, hands tightening on Aizawa's bare upper thighs, and he gives a subtle buck, rubbing against the smaller man's naked rear.

Shouta groans softly at the grind against his backside, and turns to lean back against Toshi's chest, the corset laces rubbing across his scar as he goes, before the smaller teacher reaches back with both hands to readjust the larger ones squeezing at his thighs, guiding them to hug around his waist instead. "Yes... if you do a good enough job, that is." He points to the bottle of lube on the nightstand, giving Toshinori a chance to grab it, before he plants his feet in a wide stance, then pitches forward onto his hands and knees, hoping to drag the taller man down over him. "Now... heel." He gives a light tug on the leash for good measure.

The tall man grins a little and reaches one long arm out for the small bottle that's nearly empty by now from all the use, cradling it in one hand as the tug on the leash pulls him back towards Aizawa. He turns to reach for the smaller man's hip with one hand, when a sudden jingle rings out in the room. It sounds again, bright and cheery, and Toshi turns to look at his work phone with an urgent tenseness. Briefly his eyes dart between his lover and his cell phone, and he stands there torn in indecision, collar digging into his throat. "I ah... must have forgotten to... mute that," he sighs as he ruffles one hand through his flyaway blonde hair, his expression suddenly tense with strain.

Following Toshinori's line of sight, Shouta frowns softly and tilts his head a little, "You're not the one on call... were you expecting something? Can't it wait?" He glances up to meet his partner's eye, and frowns a little more at the tense expression, "Check it if you need to, sunflower, if it means putting it out of your mind." He sighs softly and rolls his hips back a little, hoping to tease the older hero into getting back on track rather than getting distracted by the outside world once again.

"I'm ..just going to put it on mute," the tall blond grins weakly, stroking both hands down the sides of Aizawa's outer thighs slowly, pushing the small bottle of lube into his partner's hands. He pulls away and goes to the very end of his leash to pick up the device, tapping in a quick passcode to swiftly read the messages but the look on his face goes from tense to completely closed down. He reaches up, unsnaps the leash from his collar and let's it drop without a word, reaching for an oversized t-shirt just to have something to wear as he eels out of the bedroom, wandering to the safe space of his small kitchen.

Reclining lazily with a soft sigh of frustration, Aizawa follows the other teacher with his eyes, trying not to grow too impatient, until the scene comes crashing to a halt and Toshinori's body language shuts down, leaving Shouta reeling and concerned. "Toshi? What's wrong? ...did something happen to Midoriya again?" Leaving the cop's cap and the bottle on the bed as he props himself up on one elbow, Aizawa sits up and swings his legs over the side of the bed, reaching out toward his partner. But Yagi is already gone, hurried out of sight without a word. About to follow after him, a slight flicker of light catches Shouta's eye as he stands and plucks at the leather outfit, trying to get more comfortable, and he turns to see the big red phone still sitting on the night stand where All Might had left it, its screen dim and about to time out. He lunges for the device and taps it back to life, giving the screen a quick once-over for a clue about the sudden drop in Toshinori's mood.

The screen lights up with nearly a thousand notifications, and just from the very top messages, most of them are concerned and caring thoughts from well wishers. But the very top message is a gleeful note from an anonymous sender saying only "how the mighty have fallen" with a link to a scathing news article that details the fall of All Might, followed by a simple message of only two words. "Kill yourself." Farther down in the message list the sentiment is repeated a few times, along with much longer tirades and other such hateful missives.

Shouta sighs and locks the phone, shaking his head as he clutches the offensive rectangle in a tight grip and stalks out to the kitchen, drawing near to the lanky retiree to lean in against his back and wrap both arms around his chest in a firm hug. "I think you need a new phone," he mutters into the fabric of the baggy shirt, "Or at least a new number. This one's gone bad." He reaches forward to set the phone on the counter, then splays his palms solidly across Toshi's body, offering support and comfort as best he knows how.

Toshi blinks like he's coming awake from staring at his own reflection in the depths of the sink, shifting his slight weight to his other foot as he reaches a hand up to lay it on Aizawa's. "You...don't think they're right, do you?" He asks, staring at the red phone distantly. He raises one hand to slowly rub his fingers along the metal of the collar, curling long fingers around it until his knuckles dig into the slim column of his throat.

"Who, the people invading your privacy and bullying you? No. The ones applauding your career, though, yes. Of course." Shouta rolls his eyes a little, biting back the sarcasm he would usually reserve for just such an idiotic question, fearing it would do more harm than good to the battered man in his arms. "I don't understand how your number got leaked, how they're able to get to you anonymously like that... or why you're paying them any attention at all." He slides his left hand up Toshi's chest, resting his palm over the taller man's heart, as he presses his nose into the little divot between those bony shoulder blades and draws in a long inhale, pausing only when he sees the gesture of discomfort. "Shit, sorry, let me grab the keys, we can take a breather for dinner, okay?" He starts to pull away, wishing once more for a pocket or belt loop on this faux uniform, the better to carry the little keyring with him.

The taller man makes a very soft growling sound in the back of his throat, and grasps at the hands encircling his chest. "Don't... don't stop touching me," he manages in a low voice, hand clenched on the collar hard enough to put fingerprints in it. "I can't help but listen to them, because when we wake up in the mornings and I see myself in the mirror, all I can think of is what a failure I've become. You know I can't help it, I just..." Toshi lifts one bony shoulder in a shrug, the wide collar of his old t-shirt slipping to the side. He darts a look back over his shoulder, just the faintest glimmer of electric blue. "I don't want to think about things right now. I don't want to take off this collar. I want to just listen to you and stop thinking for once in my damn life. Just... just have me do anything, anything at all."

Keeping his arms pulled firmly around the older teacher by request, Shouta tentatively slides one palm down to slip under the hem of the baggy shirt and to trail slowly up along Toshi's skin, holding his partner close as he listens to the rambling with a soft sigh. "Your reflection isn't any different than it was a year ago. Or when you saved my life, and all our students at USJ. You're no more a failure now than you were then." Stretching up on his tiptoes for a moment, Aizawa presses a few warm kisses to the newly-exposed skin at Toshinori's collar, trailing his way up until he's blocked by the thick band of steel. "You want orders? Turn your phone off, leave it here, then come back to the bedroom with me and fuck me until you can't think anymore. That's an order... pet."

Toshi blinks a few more times rapidly and gives a little nod. He grabs for the device, powers it completely off and abandons it on the countertop, smiling at the tender kisses pressed against his fair skin. He turns to give the chili in the crockpot another quick stir before turning to face Aizawa, lifting both hands to cup the man's angular face, stroking roughened thumbs over his cheekbones. "I can do that," Toshi gives a faint grin as he shifts his weight slightly, brushing his body lightly against his partner's, the cotton of his old shirt whispering across racy black leather. "I...really like it when you give me commands."

"And I really like it when you follow them," Aizawa smirks and twists his head to one side to pull one of those thumbs in between his teeth, suckling and nibbling at it for a moment as his eyes stay glued to Toshi's expression, eventually pulling away to murmur darkly, "That's two out of four, pet, so far so good... But you're nowhere near done." He takes a step backward to slowly pull free from Yagi's grasp, reaching up with one hand to tug on the steel ring hanging from the collar in lieu of the missing leash, and leads the way back out of the kitchen.

"T-two out of four?" Toshi repeats, tilting his head slightly to the side, "two out of four what?" He closes his eyes very briefly to avoid glancing back at his bright red phone, deliberately putting it out of his mind as he follows the tug on his now slightly dented collar, keeping his stride short so that he's a step behind Aizawa. "I'm sorry I just...left," the older man says softly as they pace down the hallway, "I just..needed to escape for a minute, Shouta." He reaches a hand up to slide his palm down the middle of his love's scarred back in apology, his fingers gentle. "I promise I won't..wont back out again without some sort of explanation why.”

"Two out of four commands fulfilled- turning the phone off and leaving it there." Shouta slips his fingertips up the side of Toshi's face as they draw near to the bed, cradling the sharp angle of his jaw before he pulls away and sits on the side of the mattress, crossing one leg over his lap to slowly remove his long black boots. "This is escaping, sunflower. I'll do enough worrying for both of us, you just clear your mind of anything but pleasure." He sets the boot aside and rolls his foot slowly in the air to stretch the ligaments in his ankle, then repeats the process on the other foot, before he parts his legs wide and reaches out to draw Toshi in closer between them.

Toshi slumps into the cradle of Aizawa's body with a deep sigh likes he's coming home, resting his lean arms above the smaller man's head as he dives in for a kiss. He teasingly dips his tongue into his partner's mouth, lapping and twining their tongues together in a wet sloppy kiss. He shifts his hands down to rest on Aizawa's hips with a low growl, grinding against apex of his muscled thighs. "Right now I want to forget. Throw anything at me...I want to just fuck you until neither one of us can stand." Toshi digs his fingers into his lover's hips roughly for a second, sliding a finger into the waistband of that skintight leather thong.

"Hmmmmnnnno. I don't think so." Aizawa narrows his eyes as Yagi speaks, and slides his hands down to grip at those bony forearms, pulling them away from his waist even as he stifles a soft groan at the welcome pressure against his groin. "I don't think you've been obedient enough tonight to fuck me." He reaches back to retrieve his cop's hat and re-don it, then down to tug at the hem of the other hero's baggy old t-shirt, carefully pulling it up over Toshi's head as he slides out to the side and back to his feet, keeping his other hand hooked in the ring of the leather cuff on his partner's wrist as he stalks back to the dresser where he'd stashed most of the toys earlier in the night. "So we're going to get a few things ...settled." Twirling the aluminum cuffs nonchalantly around one finger, Shouta tips his head slightly to one side as he eyes the lanky frame of the recent retiree, "How's your mobility? I have a warrant for your arrest and detainment, but I don't want a lawsuit on my hands for damages and exacerbating a recently-healed injury."

The older hero rears back a bit in surprise at the sudden steel in his lover's tone, something like excitement glittering in his dark eyes. "A warrant...I didn't know that I've been bad enough for that," he gives a faint grin and slides his free hand through his golden hair, smoothing the frizzed up ends back into place. Thoughtfully Toshi carefully flexes both his right and left hands, closing his eyes to really concentrate on his body for a moment to give Aizawa an honest answer. "....left hand's still a little numb, right..Recovery Girl said to be gentle with it, or she'd slap me back in a cast and let it heal naturally." The blonde smiles faintly at the memory of the annoyed woman's motherly scolding. "Otherwise, I'm just a little tired, but you know how her healing sessions go."

"Fine. We'll go gentle on the arms, that just means... we'll have to use the rest of you." Shouta nods to himself and puts the cuffs away, then swaps to a different drawer where his spare scarf has been stashed for the season, unwilling to go back to the living room to fetch the one he'd hung by the door. "Cross both arms across your chest, keep your hands where I can see 'em." Guiding the one wrist into place, Aizawa starts a careful harness wrap around Toshi's torso, pausing halfway through to remove the leather cuffs for better circulation, before he finishes securing both arms and ties off the rest as a lead, trailing from the center of the captive teacher's back. "There, now... comfy?"

Toshi eagerly complies and crosses his arms across his chest, carefully cradling his weaker right limb against his ribs. He turns his head to watch Aizawa tying the scarf into a makeshift harness, a slow grin creeping across his face. At the question, he clenches both hands into loose fists and nods back at the gruff man with a serious expression. "Yes, yes, this is fine, tight enough to keep me still, loose enough so my hands don't turn blue," the blonde flashes his crooked grin and idly flexes his left arm against the harness, pleased that the scarf traps his arm firmly in place.

Aizawa nods once more at the confirmation, then suddenly flares his quirk to life, the costume hat lifting off his head an inch or two as he yanks at the scarf-lead with both hands, distributing Toshi's weight evenly in the makeshift harness to send the taller man flying through the air, landing heavily on his back in the middle of the mattress. Before the older hero can recover, Eraserhead blinks quickly and reaches for a couple more tools from the first drawer, then pounces to kneel between his partner's feet, fastening both ankles into either end of the spreader bar. "Maybe now we can get some answers out of you." He tips his head first to one side, then the other, cracking his neck a couple times as he tries to put on a menacing face without losing the cap from where it'd landed askew atop his braid again. "I'm afraid the 'good cop' isn't in today."

The blonde hero gasps in surprise as he's thrown backwards, landing with a muffled thump on the bed. "Ai-wha..." Toshi begins as he wriggles, his eyes huge in his face, before falling silent as he feels his legs forced apart and strapped into place. He tries to close them a little, but the cuffs dig into his ankles with a jangle, the bar keeping him widely exposed. "A-answers...I haven't lied to you about anything!" the blonde wheezes out, a little shocked at the sudden roughness.

"Oh sure, you say that now, but don't think I didn't notice..." With his captive sufficiently bound, Aizawa pulls both hands free to straighten his hat, then leans in across Toshinori's body to pull a couple pillows in beneath his head, propping him up into a half-sitting position. "Now I'm going to ask you again, how exactly are those messages getting to your phone? Look at me when you answer." Shouta glares as he reaches for the whip he'd unwrapped and left on the side of the bed earlier, then gives it a menacing crack in midair, careful not to actually make contact with Toshi's skin as he scoots a little closer on his knees, edging up against the bar to push it slightly towards the bound hero's hips.

Toshi flinches a bit at the glare and ducks his head a bit, unable to meet his captor's eyes as he mumbles out a reply. "I-I don't know..maybe it was leaked like you said, or someone hacked my file or something!" He shifts a bit against the pillows as he bites his lower lip and turns his head, unable to meet his lover's eyes as he replies. The tall blonde flexes his left arm against the binding around his chest hopefully, but all he can do is flush and look away when he realizes he's utterly captured at this point. He jolts a little at the sound of the whip, his eyes darting back to Aizawa's face.

Growling a little under his breath, Aizawa leans in closer, his left hand resting half his weight on Yagi's knee as his right hand keeps the whip extended. "You wanna try that again, bub? I don't appreciate being lied to." He carefully draws the end of the whip in closer, trailing the tip of the stock along the edge of Toshi's jaw to gently nudge his chin more centered and hold it there, "Look me in the eyes and tell me, why do total strangers have All Might's phone number?"

"I...I...I gave it..to all of the hero agencies...i-in case of an emergency, so if there was a disaster where I was needed, then someone could always reach me. T-the messages are from other heroes," Toshi stutters as he stares into Aizawa's eyes, a dark blush flushing his lean face at being caught out in a lie. He swallows noisily, his shoulders hunching up a bit as he tries to duck his head, but the whip and the binding of the spare scarf keep the retired man trapped firmly in place.

The implications of the admission shake Shouta to his core, and he nearly drops the whip and scene alike, managing to hang on only with a little tremble in his arm, knowing deep in his gut that at least one of those nasty messages must have come from the man he'd been avoiding for the better part of fifteen years. "I see..." Aizawa looks away for a second, drawing in a deep breath to try to regain his composure, before he turns back to Toshinori, setting the whip aside for a moment as he carefully weaves his way between those long legs and the bar keeping them spread wide. "Thank you for your cooperation. That was very good of you, even if it took a little coaxing." He runs gentle palms down the inseam of both of Yagi's thighs, slowly kneading his thumbs into the strained muscles with increasing pressure as he draws closer to the taller man's pelvis, until his right hand slides farther to tease lightly at the tangle of coarse blond curls and down the length of the exposed shaft. "Let's see if you can keep up this streak of good behavior... we're not nearly finished."

Toshi makes a nearly silent groan in the back of his throat, his legs trembling slightly in an effort to close them but that only makes the cuffs dig into his skin a little harder. "Good..ah...good behavior? W-what else..hnnn..what else did you want to know, Shouta?" The blonde drops his head back against the pillows with a soft muffled thump, his hips twitching slightly as he begins to stiffen under Aizawa's rough touch. He wriggles against the pillows and gives a small thrust into his lover's grip, a throaty sigh working its way out of his lips.

"That's 'officer' to you, citizen," Aizawa curls his fingers in with a little squeeze and a swipe of his thumb across Yagi's head, "Or 'sir' if you must... unless you're aiming for a cavity search, too. And we'll be taking that phone of yours into evidence for further investigation as to the nature of the messages. As for what else..." Pulling both hands back to rest his forearms lazily atop Toshi's knees, Shouta leans in close again to study his partner's expression, "Tell me, exactly how long have you been thinking of yourself as a 'failure,' All Might?"

"Y-yes Shouta..sir..officer", Toshi gasps softly and breathes a low sigh as his partner's hand leaves him hard and faintly throbbing in the low light of the bedroom. He blinks for a minute, scraping his thoughts together. "B-but..I need my phone..." he begins to interject before the rest of Aizawa's words sink in, and Toshi slowly closes his mouth, his lips pressing together into a thin line. "You know the answer to that, I was a failure before I even had a quirk. Turns out that having one didn't make much of a difference. The only time I didn't feel like a failure was the first time I fought All for One, when I thought that my punch had saved the world. But I couldn't even do that right, it seems." His bound hands suddenly clench into fists against his chest and Toshi looks away. "I don't like this game, Shouta."

"You think this is a game, Yagi?" Still watching the dilation of those odd eyes and the heaving of the one-lunged chest, Aizawa draws back marginally as he peers down his nose at the bound hero. "The safety and peace of mind of civilization as we know it has rested on your shoulders for over a decade, and you mean to tell me you thought of yourself as a failure that whole time? And you didn't say anything, or do anything to fix it?" He sighs and reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose, muttering a little more softly now, "We've already spoken with your attorney, we have every right to hold you for questioning unless specific conditions are met," Shouta hints at the safeword, offering it as a way out, if his partner truly feels violated enough to stop, "But that would be a shame; we're making such good progress..." Glancing back up to meet Toshi's eyes, the younger teacher shifts forward on his knees, looming over his captive as he hand-walks his way up the bed until he's peering directly down into those baby blues. "So you mean to tell me, with all the lives you saved, all the villains you put behind bars, all the young hearts you've inspired... the only time you felt like a hero was when you thought you'd killed a man?!? Why don't you try that again." Glaring fiercely down at his fiancé, Shouta lets his lip curl in a bit of a sneer, accentuating the slightly-faded scar on his right cheek.

Toshi stills as he looks up at his lover's faintly menacing expression, his lips slightly parted and eyes wide. "I didn't feel like a failure when I saved you. When I saved our kids, I mean, the class. When I saved all those people from that train! I was almost crying, there were so many dead but I saved as many as I could! T-there was a building collapse, and there was this girl, the ceiling came down and crushed her legs but I picked her up, rubble and all, and got her out and she was thanking me as I was carrying her. She sends me letters, to my agency every year! I've kept them all! I keep all the letters!" The retired hero is is nearly sobbing by the end of his admission and he closes his eyes as he flops his head back against the pillows, tears streaking down his temples to soak into his blonde mane. "All I ever wanted to do is to save people and now I can't even do that!"

Shouta hums softly in recognition at each example, his toes hooked under the metal bar as he grinds in a firm pressure between Toshi's thighs, dragging leather against flesh for a bit of friction as a silent encouraging reward for each admission of pride and success. "Good, Toshi, such a good hero, you did your best..." Lowering himself down to close the distance between them, Aizawa presses tender kisses to Yagi's furrowed brow, and one more to the corner of both eyes. "You've already saved so many, enough to earn a rest." Keeping his weight suspended on one hand, he reaches the other to gently cradle Toshi's jaw, brushing those long bangs back behind either ear, "And there is more than one way to save people, or would you discount the deeds done by teachers, social workers, first responders, counselors, doctors, researchers... and police?"

"N-no..I wouldn't do that..." Toshi replies with a little hiccuping sob as he turns his head to press his jaw harder into the gentle touch on his face. He jolts as the unexpected friction against his sensitive flesh sends an erotic tingle up his spine, biting his lower lip as the combination of sharp emotions, rough praise and silky touches make him lose focus on everything else. He closes bleary eyes, feeling a little dizzy at the force of it all, but grateful to be pressed down under Aizawa's hard weight for the moment.

"Then... nothing is stopping you from saving people, if that's what your heart is set on." Shouta ducks his head to press one more fond kiss to Toshi's lips, slipping the tip of his tongue along where the older man had bitten, before he pulls away and carefully backs his way down to the foot of the mattress again, legs folded beneath him as he gathers a few more supplies from the shallow divots in the comforter where he'd left them. "We almost have everything we need from you now. You've been fairly cooperative, which I appreciate, so I'm going to treat you a little before we continue with the interrogation. Try to relax and enjoy it." He pulls off his right glove, peeling it down from the elbow, before he puddles a bit of lube in his palm and spreads it slowly between Toshi's cheeks, held slightly apart by the bar against his back, allowing him to slide two fingers right into the heat of his partner's body.

The blonde man lifts his head to chase the light kiss as Aizawa pulls away, making a very soft whimper in the back of his throat, then flops his head back down against the pillow with a thump. He blinks up at the ceiling a few times, the salt from his tears making his lashes stick together. "Treat..me?" Toshi echoes dazedly, shifting slowly against the bindings that trap his injured arms against his ribcage. He shifts like he's about to lift his head again with the slick digits suddenly slide deep into his body, and the lanky blonde gives a very soft gasp instead, his legs trying to tug closed. All that results is a clanking sound from the bar as the chains on the ankle cuffs slap against it, a dull metallic sound in the dark room.

Aizawa takes his good old time working Yagi open, resting his still-gloved palm at the side of his partner's bony pelvis to hold him steady as he gently stretches and scissors and strokes into the older teacher's depths, occasionally reaching in farther to brush against his prostate before adding another finger. "You need to relax more," Shouta glances up to meet Toshi's eyes, slowing his fingers until the usually-responsive body wrapped around them starts to give way, and he tugs at the limits just a little harder before he swaps out his hand for the slicked-up tapered tip of the same plug which he'd taken when gagged, pulling the silicon toy from where he'd been warming it between his leather-clad thighs. "Alright, now, give us a push~" Aizawa croons softly as he guides the tip in and adds some pressure against the base, carefully rocking the toy's girth into the taller man spread out before him.

Toshi rocks and shifts against the slick fingers buried inside of him, giving a soft gasp or a moan each time they brush against a tender spot. "I'm..I'm relaxed," he pants out as a red blush slowly stains its way down his throat and chest, starkly contrasting the white strips of cloth wrapped around his body. He arches his back slightly as he rolls his hips, trying to chase the fingers as they pull away. The tall blonde takes just a moment to pant, trembling slightly when he feels something thick and hard press against him, obediently flexing against it as commanded. Toshi squints his eyes almost all the way shut as the toy slides in slowly, spreading him open roughly before sinking into his depths while his body clenches around the narrow slot above the flared base.

"Theerrrre we go," Shouta purrs softly as the plug slots into place and locks into Toshi's body, "Isn't that better, mister Yagi? Maybe now I'll only have to ask each question once to get a straight answer out of you, hmm?" He pushes the heel of his palm against the base, teasing that firm internal pressure between Toshi's legs, before he pulls away with a satisfied nod. Reaching down to wipe his hand on the drop-cloth, Aizawa retrieves his discarded glove and halfway considers trying to slip it back on, but decides against the adventures of trying to figure out how to clean leather, and instead strips the other one from his left hand and tosses them both to the floor. "Now. Onto the last subject. I'll need you on your knees for this one, so watch out for your feet while I get you upright." Scrambling somewhat gracefully out from the little nook of Toshi's long legs, Shouta slips his arms in under his partner's shoulders and carefully hoists him up and away from the mattress, giving him time to adjust his shins and ankles along the way.

The older man gasps sharply as the toy grinds into his body at Aizawa's touch, tossing his head back and arching his spine with little pleading cries until the pressure eases away. He rolls his head to the side and nods complacently, shifting and tucking his bound legs underneath his body. Toshi bites down on his lower lip as the toy digs in with his movements, a little drool slipping from the corner of his mouth to slowly drip down his chin. When he finally is resting his weight on his widely spread knees, the tall blonde gives a Aizawa a flushed, dazed look, trying to piece together what the gruff man meant through a haze of vicious arousal.

Aizawa keeps a firm, controlled grasp on the lanky man in his arms, balancing his weight between the grip on the carbon-fiber lead at the center of his back, and the thigh grinding up slightly against his rear, pulling Toshi down to sit as he rises up to his full standing-kneel height, bracing those bony shoulders against his chest. "Okay, now this is important, I need your full focus and concentration for this last question. Look there," Shouta extends his free left arm out past Toshi's head, pointing forward at the full-length mirror hanging from the closet door, directly in front of them at the foot of the bed. The clean-kempt, orderly profile of what's left of the cop uniform can just barely be seen to the side of Toshinori, bound and kneeling and on display in the reflection. "What do you see?" Letting his left arm drop, Shouta trails his fingers slowly down Toshi's front, teasing over the straps of scarf, the strips of flesh, the seams of scar tissue, the sweat-soaked abdominals, and the straining shaft spitting precum onto the comforter, letting his fingers slowly curl around it in encouragement.

Toshi dazedly blinks and looks down the length of Aizawa's forearm, slowly turning his head until he makes eye contact with himself. For a long silent moment the battered hero holds his breath, then without warning the fire in his eyes roars to life in a blaze of hot electric blue. Steam rolls off his shoulders and he bares his teeth at himself, writhing inside the bindings of Aizawa's scarf. "A failure!" he snaps, bucking against the carbon fiber cloth, his back arching and flexing as he tries and fails to free his injured and bound arms. "A man who couldn't even defeat the same villain when given a second shot! A burnt out body that's crumbling while I watch!"

Eraserhead snaps to attention, powering up his quirk for the second time that night, keeping a tight leash on any hints of that body-wrecking power trying to flare up within his partner. "So much for your cooperation," he glares Toshinori down in the reflection, red eyes meeting blue ones as he reaches down with his right hand, blindly tracing over the silicon base between the older hero's cheeks to flick the switch to the first setting. A low, soft buzz starts up from within Toshi's depths, while at the same time Shouta pulls his fingers down in a tight ring around the base of the thick shaft in his left hand. "Try. Again." He growls low under his breath, his lips teasing at the shell of Yagi's ear as his fingertips hover over the switch, ready to kick it up another notch if need be. "You keep remembering those times you were telling me about, when you saved me, and our kids, and that little girl, and that train full of people- you picture those moments, then look again. What do you see."

"I..ghn!..I don't s-see anyone but me", the blonde snarls in reply, one eye squinting shut as he writhes against the sudden low throbbing pulse against his tender walls. His movements end up being counterproductive, and the toy slowly grinds against his prostate rudely as Toshi continues to try to squirm away, the spreader bar squeaking and clanking while the gaunt man attempts to yank his legs free of it. He arches his back, furious at his useless arms, but the motion of Aizawa's rough hand and the lips on his ear send a hot sticky dart of arousal up his back, spreading shudders in its wake.

Aizawa narrows his eyes, unwilling to release his hold on the remnants of Toshi's quirk, even as his eyes ache from the strain of the Erasure. "That's you, yes... but still not the answer I need." He pulls a firm stroke along the whole length of the taller man's cock, and flicks the switch another notch up in power, grinding slowly against the small of his back to ease a little of the aching desire pooling in his gut as he growls a little more loudly into Yagi's ear, "What are you, All Might?"

"A-ah..a..f-fa...fail....nnnn!!" Toshi arches and shudders, his head thrown back as his eyes squeeze shut while the toy throbs mercilessly against his prostate. His whole body jerks, yanking on the limit of the carbon fiber cloth, making the knots squeal loudly in protest. Toshi opens his eyes and drops his head forward to look down at the hand on his cock as he gasps for breath, with his mouth open, droplets of drool raining down on his concave belly and thighs. "I'm..n-not...a.....h-hero....aaahhn...an...anymore!" the captive man manages to grind out as his thighs tremble from strain, precum dribbling in thick beads from the tip of his shaft with each stroke.

The younger hero draws in a deep breath and holds it, letting his eyes fall shut to rest as his hands get to moving. The right hand reaches down to flick the vibe off, letting Toshi's battered body recuperate for a moment, then both palms slowly roam over the captive man's bony form, kneading the circulation back into his legs, arms, and shoulders, and occasionally slipping between scarf and skin to keep it from chafing or digging in too tightly. "You've retired from being a pro hero, yes. But we've already established that there's more than one way to save lives, and you're no failure." Pulling the older man back farther to recline against his chest, Aizawa hooks his chin up to rest on Toshi's shoulder, arms still stroking slowly along his frame to help soothe him as he meets Yagi's eyes in the reflection once more, his own aching a little from the strain, but otherwise returned to their usual dark hue. "You know what I see there? I see a man who gave his entire existence to the betterment of society, to the benefit of strangers, for very little in return. I see a man who walked knowingly through death's door when two lost souls depended on him. I see a man who spat in the face of destiny and endured unimaginable pain and humiliation, just to hang on long enough to make sure the next generation wouldn't have to grow up grieving, like he did." Shouta turns his head to the side and presses a tender kiss to Toshi's temple, murmuring gently into his ear, "A man who still has so much more to do, to pass forward, to teach and love and nurture, to right the wrongs still entrenched in the system, to stand as a symbol of survival and hope in the face of adversity and apathy. So let me ask you one more time..." Aizawa's voice slowly twists back into a growl as he works back into the role of interrogator, sliding his fingers down Yagi's back to rest atop that silicon base, and down his front to resume the firm grip around his length, "What. Do. You. See." On the last word, Shouta flicks the switch all the way up to the most powerful setting, surprising himself with the ferocity of the vibrations buzzing back against his fingertips as he squeezes and milks his partner for everything left.

Toshinori trembles and lets out a loud breath as the vibrations stop for the moment, his body sagging in the bindings wrapped around his torso. Blearily he tries to focus in on the words coming from Aizawa's mouth, and to some extent, he manages to hear them. As the smaller man pulls him backwards, Toshi weakly follows, resting his head back against his lover's shoulder as he pants, every nerve in his body on fire. The tall blonde slowly blinks at himself again, the thin shuddering man in the mirror, and opens his mouth to reply to Aizawa's demand for an answer when the plug suddenly kicks on again, viciously throbbing against his already abused body. Toshi chokes out a loud cry and arches upward, thrusting his hips forward as far as he can as his orgasm rips through his body like a lightning bolt. "S-sho..ah.!! A h-h..a hero!" the retired man wails out and flings his head back, a spray of blood spattering his lips as Toshinori blacks out.

Shouta keeps his lips pressed firmly against Toshi's jugular, monitoring his pulse as the powerful spasm courses through his lean frame, his arms pulled firmly around the scarf-wrapped torso to support his weight and keep him from collapsing. Hurriedly, he flicks that switch off once more, and gives a testing tug or two at the base of the plug, swiping a fingertip around some of the excess lube to smear it around that tight ring of muscle before he carefully eases the toy out of his partner's body to let him recover from the shock to his system. Straining to keep one supporting arm propped against Toshi's back, Aizawa reaches with his other arm to plonk the heavy plug onto the nightstand and swap it out for the ring of keys, making quick work of the cuffs on the spreader bar, and the thick metal collar, thankful the finger-shaped dents weren't close enough to the locking mechanism to bend it out of shape. Then with one last burst of his quirk, he loosens the carbon-fiber bonds around the older man's arms and chest, and runs a few wet wipes along every inch of his body, cleaning away the sweat and cum and blood and lube, and giving a good pass over his own hands as well. Then for good measure, Shouta works Yagi's arm up around his shoulders, hoists him out of bed, and shuffles to the closet to get a nice silk robe wrapped around him, before carrying the larger man off to the kitchen. "Alright, sunflower, I need you awake for this part. Let's get some water and dinner in you."

Toshi remains limp and unresponsive through the entire process, only partially reviving once they reach the warm safety of the kitchen. "Whu..." the thin blonde begins, rubbing one eye with his wrist, "w..how'd we get in here?" He blinks slowly and looks around, then closes his eyes again and burrows his face against the crook of Aizawa's neck, draping exhausted limbs over his partner's muscled shoulders. Toshi makes quiet muttering sounds as he nuzzles and hides from the soft kitchen light, the muscles in his body trembling with each movement. He clings the best he can, making small weak sounds of protest when he's eased into a kitchen chair. "..m'not..I'm not hungry.." the thin blonde murmurs and drops his head back to rest against the rungs of the chair, raising his left forearm to rest across his tired eyes.

"I carried you," Aizawa murmurs absentmindedly, taking a moment to adjust Yagi in the chair to make sure the exhausted hero wouldn't keel over accidentally. "Hush now, at the very least drink some water." Shouta bustles about the kitchen for a couple minutes, filling two large glasses with water and juice respectively, and a bowl of chili scooped from the slow-cooker. Hovering over his delirious partner with one arm steadying his shoulders and head, he lifts the water to Toshi's lips to encourage him to re-hydrate until at least half the glass is gone. "Even if you're not hungry, I am. Takes a lot of effort to get an honest answer out of you." He sets the rest of the water in place before Toshinori, then settles in across the table from him with a weary sigh. Shouta quickly drains his juice in one draught, then tests a spoonful of the chili with an approving nod. "Mm, that is good, you suuure you don't want any?" He waves another spoonful of the meal under Yagi's nose, hoping to tempt him into regaining some nutrients.

Toshi shakes his head a little but takes the glass in both hands, tipping his head back to drain it dry. "I'll give you an honest answer...it's not something you should feel you need to wring out of me," he rasps lowly, setting the glass on the table with a soft click, "I'm not lying to you, I just..." The older man falls silent as some of what Aizawa had said finally surface in his groggy mind. "...I guess..I just need time to..adjust to being myself." Toshi rests his elbow on the table and rests his head in his hand, giving Aizawa a soft little smile. "Thank you Shouta. For...putting up with my sad weak heart. Sometimes I need reminding that..." the tall blonde smiles again and reaches over to take his lover's free hand in his, giving it a squeeze. "I'm glad you like the chili, but you know what I'd like right now?"

Shouta squeezes back gently at those graceful fingers, and pulls Toshi's hand up to press a kiss to his knuckles, thumbing slowly over the black tungsten band recently returned to its rightful place. "You have to stop lying to yourself, before you can stop lying to me," he murmurs softly, keeping a close watch on his partner's expression to make sure his intent rings true, "There is a such thing as too much humility... when it becomes a poison in your head." He sighs softly and releases Toshi's hand, taking a few more bites of the chili as he mirrors the older man's relaxed pose with a playful little smile. "Let me guess... You want to pull this leather off my hips and drink me under the table?"

The older man laces both hands together under his chin as he watches Aizawa eat, a shy smile creeping across his face. "You're right, of course. Sometimes it's just hard to be stuck in a loop for so long, it's like being a mouse in a barrel, and all you can see are the planks. I'll..try, to be kinder to myself. I might need prodding from time to time, but I will try, I promise." He makes a face, wrinkling his nose. "Yes, let me help you out of that thong, I can't imagine it's good for you to have your circulation cut off for so long. And I was thinking more along the lines of you fucking my face, but yes." Toshi suggestively slides a finger across his lower lip as he patiently waits for his lover to finish eating, a low sparkle coming back into his dull eyes.

"Muh, too much effort," Shouta waves one hand in a lazy dismissal of the offer, although his cheeks flush darkly at the teasing gesture, belying his pent-up desire and slowly-burning arousal, ready to flare up again at a moment's notice, "Help yourself if you like, so long as you promise to wash it down with an actual meal." He picks the bowl up in both hands and scoots back away from the table a little, slouching in his chair to let the leather vest fall to either side, exposing his chest, as his legs spread wide in wordless invitation, even as he digs in to finish off the rest of his portion.

Toshi grins a little and slowly hauls his exhausted body out of the chair before wandering out the kitchen, returning a moment later with a spare pillow from the couch. This he sets up at Aizawa's feet before kneeling on it and lifting his hands to tug down the tight leather thong. He eases it down the dark haired man's thighs and to the floor, tossing it aside for the moment while he occupies himself with kissing and kneading the marks it left on his partner's body. "You looked amazing, Shouta," he whispers, rubbing his thin cheek against one muscled thigh, leaning to kiss the other man's hard belly and the deep cut of muscle over each hip. Slowly he makes his way down to mouth at his lover's half hard shaft, idly rubbing wet tongue and soft lips across him. "Are you sure about that? I mean, I still might need instruction,". Toshi laughs playfully, pressing his hands against the insides of Aizawa's legs to get him to spread his thighs more widely.

Aizawa sinks a little lower in the chair with a soft, grumbling groan of enjoyment as he finishes off his meal and sets the empty bowl aside, freeing up his hands to sink eager fingers into the golden locks of the man huddled between his legs. "Instruction, hmm? I thought you were a pro at this... Something tells me you just want to hear me talk dirty to you." Glancing down to meet Toshi's eye with a dark little smirk, Shouta slides his thumb along the older teacher's temple and tucks one long bang behind his ear again. "I suppose I can oblige, for an eager servant such as yourself," he licks his lips and wraps his grip around the back of Yagi's head, adding a slight pressure to pull him in closer. "That leather doesn't breathe very well, you know, it gets awfully hot and sweaty in there. Why don't you start by cleaning all the sweat away, use that pretty mouth of yours to get me nice and refreshed and cooled off?"

The blonde flashes a playful grin up at his lover, then reaches up for his glass still sitting on the tabletop. He tips it a bit, fishing around for a half-melted ice cube, popping in his mouth before wrapping his suddenly chilled lips around Aizawa's shaft and giving a slow suck. Toshi sinks all the way to the base as he curls his aching right arm around his love's waist, using his tongue to slide the ice all up and down the cock in his mouth, hollowing out his cheeks to give a few firm sucks before drawing back as the ice melts to grab a fresh sliver. He pauses for a moment to gently kiss the flushed head as he looks up at Aizawa teasingly, the touch of his mouth cool. "There now, all refreshed," he purrs softly, his eyes hooded as he sinks back down on the gruff man once more, nuzzling at the dark curls at his base.

The touch of ice-cooled tongue against his sensitive flesh forces Shouta to jerk in surprise, his eyes flying wide open as his fingers yank tightly into his lover's hair. "Jeez, that's... ughh~" he shudders and rakes his fingernails along Toshi's scalp, trading blow for blow as far as goosebump-inducing sensations. "That's... certainly one way to cool off, although... you missed a spot." He meets Yagi's self-satisfied glance with a dark, teasing smirk as he pushes up on his toes, tilting his hips up at a new angle as he shoves that angular jaw a little lower, careful not to hurt either of them as he guides those thin lips to press against his sac.

Toshi obligingly follows the unspoken command and slowly slides his cold wet tongue across the silken skin under his mouth, lapping and cleaning at the salty sweat, his mouth gradually growing hotter and hotter as the cool chill dissipates. He cups his mouth over the delicate organ and rolls it back and forth with his tongue before pulling back and wiping his mouth with his wrist. "There, clean and cool! So we're all done here, time for bed?" Toshi grins widely and makes a motion like he's about to stand, reaching his left hand up to rest on the tabletop.

Aizawa tips his head back, losing the police cap once more, and lets his eyes flutter closed, enjoying the pampering treatment as he slowly rolls his hips up to meet Yagi's mouth. A soft moan escapes his throat as his fingers massage tenderly down the nape of the blond's neck, subtly pulling him in to keep him close. "Bed?" Shouta sits up a little straighter and blinks blearily when Toshi pulls away to speak, then shakes his head in a firm negation. "I don't think so..." Ignoring the raging erection his partner has worked him into, Aizawa hoists himself to his feet and re-fills the bowl with another helping of the white chili from the slow-cooker, calling Yagi's bluff as he side-eyes the tease with a little smirk, "You promised you'd eat an actual meal first." He sets the bowl back on the table and leans back against the end of the counter, crossing his arms over his chest with an insistent tilt of his head.

"No I do believe I said I'd follow up with a meal, so I don't think I can eat first," the tall blonde laughs lowly and scoots his pillow closer, then reaches up to rest his hands on Aizawa's bare hips. Toshi raises up very slightly on his knees to plant a slow lick on the ruddy head of his partner's cock, lapping at the precum beaded there before sinking down on him with a loud slurping sound. His hands shift to rest on the table behind Aizawa while he lowers his body slightly so that the shaft in his mouth is angled straight down his throat invitingly. With a soft little hum and a nuzzle, Toshi hollows out his cheeks as he sucks, a little drool escaping to drip down his chin messily.

"Mmm, fine, s'long 's you eat..." Shouta's capacity for coherent speech seems to dwindle away to little more than dredges as he's overtaken once more by the pleasure of Toshi's mouth, wrapped around every inch of him as he rocks his hips in a gentle thrusting motion, burying himself in the warmth of the throat sliding down around his tip. "God yes... more tongue, lil' teeth, yeah-" With a little tremble of retrained need, Aizawa pulls his arms apart and resumes his firm, two-handed grip in Yagi's scalp, muttering dark praise and instruction as his body thrums with the building release, "Fuck that's good, how tight and wet your throat is, how badly you love me fucking your face... C'n you use your voice a little?"

Toshi stares up at the underground hero through long blonde lashes, his eyes mostly closed as he lets Aizawa use his mouth how he wants. With his mouth stuffed full like this, the blonde can't even reply, but he switches his motions to show that he's heard his lover's demands. He laps at the thick vein along the underside, stroking it with the rough tastebuds on his tongue back and forth before lightly flickering his tongue across underside of the stiff shaft, delicately scraping with his front teeth as he pulls away. Toshi closes his eyes completely as he suckles and slurps, his saliva dripping down his throat and onto his chest messily, doing his best to croon low in his chest at the request, the motion making his throat vibrate faintly. As the kitchen fills with obscene wet sounds, the blonde man tugs his hands away from the table to slowly slide them up Aizawa's back.

Shouta pulls away from the counter just enough to let those hands draw him in closer, and a heavy shudder courses through his body as the buzzing baritone rumble against his tip shoves him over the edge, his fingers pulled tight in Yagi's hair as he rams his hips forward to lodge his length down that welcoming throat with a deep groan of pleasure. "Ohhh..." Fingers trembling as he deliberately pulls them away and smoothes the blond tangle back into some semblance of order, Aizawa hurriedly backs out to let Toshi breathe and regain control over his own mouth, leaning back against the counter to catch his breath and wait for his pulse to return to some semblance of normal. "I could really get used to that, sunflower, if you actually enjoy it as much as you say." He reaches with one hand to help pull Toshi up from the floor, carefully settling them both in at the kitchen chairs again. "I'll just... rest my eyes for a moment while you keep your word, if it's all the same to you..." Aizawa props his chin in the cradle of his hands, his tired eyes reflecting the fatigue washing over him.

For a moment, Toshi ignores the tug of Aizawa's hands, his head tilted back as the slick seed washes down his throat. He gulps a few times before tipping his head forward again and wiping his mouth on his wrist with a grin as he lets the dark-haired hero push him into a chair. For a moment he sits at the table, then he stands to grab a quick drink of tea from the fridge, craving sweetness after all that salt. "I like doing it for you, because I get to see your face with you come." He swishes his mouth a little before swallowing, then reaches for a kitchen towel, getting it slightly damp to wipe his face. The tall blonde gives Aizawa a gentle wipe to get him clean before hanging the towel back over the sink. Toshi grabs his cup and sits at the table to finally taste the meal that's been sitting all this time. "Oh my, this IS delicious, definitely a keeper," he smiles as he spoons up a bite, caressing his fiancé's exhausted form with his eyes while he eats slowly.

"Mmhm," Shouta blinks slowly and gives a tired little smile, returning the long-distance caress in turn as he dozes off a little, then seems to come to a sudden realization. Staggering to his feet, he ducks behind the chair to grab the hat before it can be forgotten about and accidentally converted into a cat bed, then playfully drops it atop Toshinori's head, the faux-formal leather clashing oddly with the silk bathrobe. He stoops to retrieve the discarded thong, as well, and twists his lips in a little grimace at the thought of putting it back on, instead electing to drape it over the back of the couch, where it won't be forgotten on the way back to the bedroom. "So..." Leaning over the back of the chair, Shouta drapes his arms around Toshi's shoulders and rests his chin atop the taller man's head, murmuring wearily with a faint trace of hoarseness in his throat, "Was this what you had in mind, as far as conditioning?"

Toshi laughs gaily and reaches up to pull the hat off of his head, leaning back far enough to kiss the underside of Aizawa's throat gently. "As much as I enjoy the view, I don't want everyone to get the chance to take a peek." He pulls away to quickly finish the rest of his meal before pulling away to put his now empty bowl in the sink. Toshi grabs a clean towel to lay on one of the refrigerator shelves, takes the pot of chili out of the warmer and sets it in the fridge, making sure the lid is in place. He turns towards Aizawa with a smile as he shuts the fridge with one hand. "I'm wore out even if you aren't, are you ready for bed?"

Aizawa rumbles happily at the kiss and works his fingertips into Toshi's shoulders through the robe, resting in that pose for a moment until the amateur chef pulls away to stash the leftovers. "I'm perfectly fine with playing voyeur on our first visit, but... in the meantime, how about a training step? Not everyone taking a peek, just close, kinky friends." Shouta does one last visual sweep of the living room to make sure they haven't left anything behind, and grabs the thong, the hat, and Mara in the cradle of his spare arm, following along to bed. "Like I said, I'll ask Nemuri if she's free tomorrow night, she probably has a better idea of what to expect than either of us."

"A-ah," Toshi stills in the middle of the hallway, tucking his hands into the sleeves of his robe a little nervously. "I'd heard that she and Mic had..a thing. You'd best ask him as well, especially if he's actually her sub, then I'm sure she'd want to bring him along." He glances back at Aizawa before resuming his slow pacing stride, sliding off the robe and hanging it on the door before eeling into bed. Toshi gives the spot next to him a little inviting pat.

Following along behind Toshinori with a weary shuffle, Shouta sets Mara down on the bedspread, where she watches primly while he strips out of the vest and gathers up the various leather pieces into the spare room before returning as he haphazardly plucks the braid free from his hair, ruffling it into a kinky-waved tangle around his neck before he collapses into bed next to his partner. "I'm starting to think we should look into making sure our walls are soundproofed," he grumbles softly, scooting in close against Toshi's chest to use his arm as a pillow, "Or at least pass around some kind of advanced warning to the dorms on either side of us. Maybe earplugs." He tilts his head up to press a fond kiss to the older hero's angular jaw, and smiles warmly at the little feline weight settling in between their ankles.

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Toshinori leans against the doorway to classroom where his lover is currently teaching, his arms loosely crossed and apparently at ease. He tilts his head a little as he hears Aizawa wrapping up a lesson and gathering his things, pushing away from the wall he's leaning on to stand more naturally. As soon as the rumpled teacher opens the door, Toshi gives him a small smile but waits until he shuts the door to the classroom before leaning over to give him a swift, soft kiss. "Hey, can I talk to you for a moment?" He asks, blue eyes dancing playfully.

Locking up for the day, Aizawa glances around furtively to ensure their relative privacy, before leaning up to meet the older teacher's lips with a fond little smirk, "You can always talk to me, sunflower. What is it." Shouta shoves his hands into his pockets and languidly shuffles along toward the main entrance, thankful for the shorter commute now that they've settled into the on-campus dorms. It would give them a little more time to get ready for company.

The tall blonde falls into step beside the shorter man, shifting his arms to lace his hands together behind his back as he walks. "I stopped by the store and got a new tin of that tea I like so much, I hope it's something they enjoy, it'd be good hot or iced or whenever we get to it but I wanted to be sure that we had something nice to drink for our guests. Do you think they'll stop to eat first, or did they want to go eat after? I could toss something together quickly for all of us if they'd rather eat at our place, and I think we have enough chairs. Do you think we should stop and borrow a set of folding chairs out of the lounge just in case? I'd like to make sure everything's covered." He keeps up a steady stream of chatter as they make their way home, accidentally speeding up his steps in agitation.

Shouta bites off his reply to the first question when it's followed by several more, and he grumbles softly as Toshinori's rambling and fretting goes on longer and longer, as do the length of his strides. "Stop it," he commands softly, throwing a loop of his scarf around to taller teacher's shoulders to keep him from getting any farther ahead. "Take a deep breath." Aizawa gathers the length of his capture weapon, carefully drawing his fiancé in closer as he stalks up behind him, and slips an arm in at his elbow. "We could use a couple more chairs, sure, but we can also make do with just the couch and kitchen chairs." He leads the way back to their dorm a little more slowly than Toshi's previous pace, slipping his arm a little lower to stroke soothingly over the back of that bony hand with his thumb. "Try to relax, sunflower. These are our colleagues, and they're not going to get offended or judge us. It's not a dinner party."

Toshi trails to a stop where he is and leans down to rest his forehead against the top of Aizawa's head for a long calm moment as he squeezes the hand in his, taking a few long slow breaths to calm his racing heart. "...you're right, I'm just... a little nervous. I'll try and calm down." He takes a few steps in the direction of their apartment when the shorter man tugs on his hand, resting his free hand on his chest while he forces himself to keep taking those calming breaths. By the time they reach the front door Toshi's mostly back to his normal demeanor, a faint smile on his face. He scoops up Mara when Aizawa unlocks the door, petting her striped head and down her back while he gently hugs her soft fluffy form to his chest. "Are you going to go get them, or will they meet us here?" he asks.

"I'll fetch them, and we'll see about bringing some dinner back with us." He steps inside just long enough to press a kiss to the ginger's head, and one to the blond's cheek, before he readjusts his scarf around his shoulders and steps back out onto the faculty quad. "Go ahead and get yourself ready in the meantime, and if you're left waiting... try to nap or meditate until we arrive, that might help calm your nerves." Shouta parts ways with an encouraging little smile, and heads over to the dorm three buildings over, where Present Mic and Midnight had settled into their new quarters.

The tall blonde lifts his hand in a shy parting wave as Aizawa rounds the corner and leaves his field of sight, then he shuts the front door and goes to get ready as directed. After depositing Mara in the kitchen with her dinner he makes a quick tour around the apartment to make sure everything is mostly tidy to his level of liking before going to take a very swift shower. He doesn't even bother to redress once he emerges, damp and clean, instead he towel dries his hair and picks up his discarded clothes and puts them in the hamper. Calmed a bit by the act of cleaning, Toshi finally goes to finish the last of his preparations, scooping up a sated Mara and shutting her in the office for tonight before heading back to the bedroom. He changes the sheets on the bed to the spare ones as his heart beats faster, then sorts through the drawer and pulls out his metal collar and a plug. The collar he clips around his neck, then he reaches for the lube, one hand still lightly touching the metal of his collar. The tall blonde smears a decent amount of lube onto himself, dipping his fingers into his entrance just enough to help it loosen up before swiping his slick hand across the plug and sliding it into place. Toshi shudders and gasps, a shiver trembling up his spine as he slowly climbs onto the bed to wait for Aizawa's return, the decently sized device rubbing against his tender nerves. He pants a little and curls up on his side to wrap himself with a blanket, gradually relaxing and eventually falling asleep as he waits.

Eraserhead strolls in a leisurely pace, taking his time as the wind whips through his hair and scarf, hands tucked into his pockets until he pulls one free to knock on the door bedazzled with a rhinestone music note and handcuff decal. The door opens almost immediately to the sight of Midnight, turned to call over her shoulder, “Hizashi, pet, are you almost done? Shouta’s here!”

“Yes, Ma’am! Just another minute~” The voice hero can be heard plainly from two rooms away, just as loudly as if he’d been standing there with them.

Nemuri turns back to Aizawa with a warm smile, which falls by several degrees as she looks him over. “Oh honey, you’re wearing that tonight?” She plants her hand on her jutted hip, from which drapes a silky dark-red evening gown, embroidered with small black beads in a swirling paisley pattern, slit on one side up to the thigh and plunged low in the back.

Aizawa follows her gaze and glances down at himself briefly, then back up at her with the unamused neutral gaze that he would ordinarily turn on his more wily students, “You mean my uniform, that I literally wear every day? Yeah.” He shoves his hand back into his pocket and taps his foot impatiently.

“Shooouuutaaa,” Kayama pouts and rolls her eyes at his ignorance, “Half the work of role play is dressing the part. How do you expect to aid your sub in getting into a different mindset, if you just look the same as you do every day?” Before the underground hero can complain or try to back out of it, his peer reaches out to grab him by the scarf in one fist, dragging him over the threshold and into the bedroom where Hizashi is in a well-fitted purple tux of his own, just putting the finishing touches on his own get-up, hunched into a mirror as he applies a tasteful addition of eyeliner. “You and Hizashi are about the same size, right, Shouta? Darling, can he borrow one of your suits for tonight?” Midnight nudges Eraserhead closer toward the well-stocked closet, which he eyes with apprehension as the two fashion-savvy pros round on him with intent.

No less than an hour later, the three friends return to the apartment shared by Aizawa and Yagi, where the former pauses just outside the front door, turning to face his guests as he shifts their bag of take-away meals to one arm. “Now, we’re going to be pretty much playing this by ear tonight, but I do have one condition to set,” he cautions them, glancing sternly from the R-Rated hero to the late-night DJ, “Toshinori is... well. He’s still recovering from the fall-out of his retirement. His career and his quirk are a bit of a sore spot right now, and he really doesn’t need anyone digging any sharp edges into it, understand? No ‘All Might’ talk or mocking tones or tearing him down.” Shouta runs his free hand through his bangs, but stops as his fingers catch on the tight bun his hair has been pulled into for the night, to go with his somewhat-tight borrowed black suit and tie, and he pulls his hand away to shove into his pocket with a sneer of frustration. “And if you even so much as startle him or make him flinch, I will end you. Either of you.” The protective teacher glares between his old friends, the expression not unlike his disdainful scolding of unruly students.

Midnight hoists the strap of her bag a little higher on her shoulder and places a hand on the shoulders of each of her companions, "Shouta...we don't want to hurt him. We're just here for a little fun, a little relaxing time between adults. Right, pet?" She squeezes firmly at Mic’s shoulder, and he nods vehemently, biting his lip a little in anticipation.

“Right. Then... let’s see what Toshnori’s gotten up to while we were away.” Drawing a deep breath, Shouta lets them in and sets the food on the counter, glancing around at the empty living room, mostly dark and quiet but for the faint muffled mewling from behind the office door. “Mara?” Aizawa hurries over to let her out, crouching low to pet her carefully without letting her rub ginger hairs all over the nice clothing, “Did you get trapped in there, Princess? I’m sorry. There you go, come meet our friends.” The fluffy feline nudges his hand as she sulks out of the office, and immediately prowls over to sniff at the shoes of her new guests before she hustles right back into the office and under Toshinori’s desk, her tail flicking against the wall. “Huh,” Shouta shrugs and hangs his scarf by the front door, “I guess three was too many for her to handle.” He nudges out of the borrowed oxfords, not quite sure what was the point of worrying about shoes which Toshinori would probably hardly even see, and nudges the bedroom door open to toss his bundled-up uniform into the hamper, gently pushing it closed behind himself with his hip. Spying the outline of his partner curled in bed by the light of the campus just beyond the window, Shouta approaches closer and rests his hand on one bony shoulder atop the blanket, speaking softly to him, “We’re here, Sunflower. Did you want to come eat dinner, or should I bring our guests in to see you?”

With a low mutter the older man shifts under the thin cotton blanket he used for his nap and turns his head to the side, sleepily blinking his strange eyes in the darkness. “”Nn..Shouta?” Toshi mumbles muzzily before giving a small yawn, reaching up to rest his hand atop the one on his shoulder as he rubs his eyes with the other. “Dinner... guests?” the blonde repeats as he shifts to bring one long arm up to lightly stroke the juncture of the younger teacher’s throat but the faint movement jostles the plug inside of him and the older man jolts into wakefulness with a low throaty gasp, his fingers digging into the collar of the suit jacket. Toshi very slowly pushes up off the bed with his other arm to raise up on his knees, turning to wrap both arms around his stocky lover, but the oddness of the clothing under his hands makes him pull back and really focus in on his surroundings with wide eyes. The tall blond reaches up to smooth down the collar he so carelessly rumpled with his fingers before lightly fingering the red silk tie, stroking his other hand down the buttoned breast of the suit. “I... w-whichever you’d... prefer…” he whispers in a halting voice, acutely aware of his nudity and the heavy press of the collar around his throat. Toshi shifts on his knees to scoot closer but his movements jostle the thick plug again and he gives a loud moan, shuddering and tipping forward until his forehead is pressed against the younger hero’s collarbone. “I-I don’t think... that I’m hungry right now…”

Aizawa blinks in concern at the sudden gasp and the grip at his tie, silently willing his eyes to adjust to the darkness more quickly as he leans in close to slide his palms along Yagi's shoulders, gently pushing the blanket away. "Is something wrong? Are you in pain?" Focusing in on his partner's bright blue eyes, Shouta slowly caresses over his back and chest, fingertips lingering on the thick metal collar for a moment with a gentle tug on the ring dangling from the front of it, flinching a little at the second shuddering gasp as Toshi moves toward him. Only when the taller hero leans in to rest against his chest does Aizawa finally catch on to the labored, sensitive undertone of the fast, panting breaths, the squeezing clutch of those bony fingers at his jacket, the subtle shift of Yagi's hips in a familiar motion, triggering a spark of recognition, which the underground hero confirms with a quick glance of his fingers over the curve of one bare buttock to find the thick silicone base between them. "Ah... I see." He chuckles softly and pushes gently upward at the round bottom of the toy, pressing a kiss to the top of his lover's head simultaneously. "In that case... Why don't you come out of here, so I can show you off?" Shouta pulls his arms back around to offer a hand out of bed, replacing the blanket back around Toshi's shoulders with his fancy kimono from the depths of their new closet, offering a loose sense of modesty to start out the night.

The tall blond utters another gasping sound as the toy jostles against his tender spot, and he grips the kimono’s collar with both trembling hands as he shivers and pants. He opens his mouth to reply but abruptly shuts it and blushes darkly, his shoulders hunching under the expensive material as the door cracks open and a sudden unfamiliar footstep softly sounds from behind him.

“I don’t think he’s in any shape to go anywhere,” Midnight purrs as she nudges onto the bed from the opposite side as Aizawa, one hand already reaching out to comb back one of Toshinori’s long blonde bangs. “Hello, my handsome boy, sorry I didn’t wait to be invited in, but you were already making such cute sounds... I just couldn’t resist getting a better look.” She strokes the side of his face with just the tips of her fingers as she gives a small smile, admiring his shyness and his blush-dusted cheeks as her fingers trail down his long neck. “He’s lovely, he really is, Shouta. And this kimono? Makes him look like a rare jewel, glittering here on your bed. Doesn’t it, pet?” She smiles briefly at Hizashi, who’d lingered with his back leaning against the doorframe, his thick blonde ponytail draped over one shoulder and fingers laced loosely behind his back. He flashes a sharp foxy smile back and digs into his pocket to pull out his cellphone, which he flicks through a couple of times before a low music finally drifts out of the speaker.

Aizawa starts and twists to glare at Nemuri as she enters the room, invading Yagi’s little retreat with her insistent presence. He sighs as she works her way into the scene with that signature playful sway of her hips, and he glances back at Toshi to make sure the older hero hasn’t been caught off-guard too badly, reaching out to take his hand with a comforting squeeze. Shouta rolls his eyes as the late-night DJ starts up that ever-present background soundtrack, and shakes his head gently with a fond little shrug of admission. “So. These are my asshole friends. You know them already, though not necessarily in this context. Kayama is going to help us prepare for the club, and Hizashi is... Why are you here, again?” Shouta shoots a teasing smirk over his shoulder at the shorter blond, who pouts and shows off his tongue piercing with a rude gesture. “Ah, right. Comedic effect. Why don’t you flick those lights on, Hizashi, since we’re all in here and awake?”

Yamada shrugs off the playful insults and slides the dimmer switch on the wall halfway up, bathing the cozy bedroom in a warm, incandescent glow. The playful friendly banter of the three longtime companions gently eases Toshinori out of his hunched, tense posture, and he opens his mouth to interject a soft comment, only to have Nemuri cover his lips with a single finger.

“Ah ah, my sweet, no talking for you. You went and dressed yourself in such a nice collar, then you’ll be a pet for tonight.” Midnight traces her free hand slowly along the rim of the metal accessory, her fingertips just barely grazing the skin of the older hero’s neck. “So that means you’re to listen to our commands, not to speak unless we ask you a direct question, and you’re to keep your hands to yourself. We’ll be using standard safewords, which are just colors. Green is for go, yellow is slow down, red is stop all together. Will that work for you?” She gives a small, private smile to Aizawa with a tilt of her head as Toshinori nods silently, and she strokes her thumb gently over his thin lower lip. “That’s a good boy, already listening. Shouta, darling, I’d like to see how he works with your commands, would you mind having him get on the floor please?” She simpers in a playful tone at her dark-haired friend.

The underground hero tips his head curiously at the R-Rated hero’s conditions for his collared fiancé, but says nothing, bowing to her expertise instead. He nods minutely and reaches up to tug a couple pillows from the headboard, and sets them on the floor, conscious of Toshinori’s bony knees and still-recovering arms. “There, sunflower, why don’t you go ahead and make yourself comfortable.” Shouta gestures at the miniature nest with one hand, absently smoothing out the wrinkles in his borrowed suit and the silky kimono with the other, gracing Toshi’s back with a reassuring little circular massage between his shoulder blades.

“That’s not quite a command, Shouta,” Nemuri smiles a little more as she captures the tall blonde’s forearm to keep him from moving. “You want to give him a strong direction, especially when he’s in a submissive headspace because he wants a command so he can obey it and be praised for it. Toshinori, I want you to have a seat, there.” She releases the older man’s forearm and croons softly as he eases off the bed and onto the pile of pillows, gently stroking a hand down his cheek as she gently praises him. “Very good, just like that, Yagi. Very good. Shouta, that was very thoughtful of you to put the pillows down!”

Aizawa glances up in mild surprise at the commentary, one eyebrow arched slightly as he peers at the more seasoned dominatrix, “Aren’t we supposed to make our partners more comfortable? I know I’d rather have the extra padding, were it me down there.” He shrugs a little and turns back to the endearing sight of Toshinori, kneeling at their feet, his hands curled atop his thighs where the silk of the kimono bunches up between his fingers. The younger teacher meets those dark, sunken eyes to try to gauge his engagement, and reaches out to run his fingers through those golden locks in a soothing gesture. “You make for a lovely show down there, you know. Might be even lovelier if you let them see the rest of you.” Taking Midnight’s coaching to heart, Shouta steels his nerve and bites out a firmer command, “Go on, then. Strip.”

Toshinori silently turns his head and presses his lips to his lover’s inner wrist, his dark eyes sinking closed as he slowly releases his stranglehold on the silk brocade, easing his fingers free as the expensive material slips down his back to pool around his lean hips. The lean man shivers faintly but straightens his back and lifts his head as he clenches his fists on his knees, his collar giving a faint jangle at his movements. Nemuri watches the acquiescence with a pleased curl of her lips, and she flicks her gaze between the crumpled kimono and the surprisingly-calm voice hero, still postured in the doorframe. “Oh Hizashi? Be a dear and put this away, would you? There’s a good boy. And you, Toshinori, you’ve been very good too, putting yourself on display for us. Don’t forget to praise your pets when they obey, Shouta.” She giggles softly and leans in to press an encouraging kiss to her friend’s cheek, then leans in closer to trace her fingertips along the freckles and scars along Toshinori’s shoulders, now bared in the low lighting. Present Mic, good to his commands, approaches carefully and plucks the traditional garment from where it’d slumped to the floor. He folds it into a neat pile atop the dresser, which he then leans back against, his green eyes alert and flitting across the scene to drink in every detail.

“Oh. My.” Nemuri hungrily eyes the older man up and down, admiring the whipcord leanness of him and the ferocious battle scars that spangle his chest as Toshinori trembles faintly, his arms shaking in an effort to stay in place and not huddle into a concealing crouch. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips briefly, a flash of pink against the scarlet of her lipstick as she eyes his endowment with open appreciation. “He’s absolutely stunning, Shouta darling. Stunning. I’ve seen it once before when you were on that field trip, but I...was fairly hammered. Decently hammered. Oh also, I apologize for accosting your husband! But my goodness is he larger than I remember.”

Aizawa growls softly at the teasing title and the reminder of that night he’d missed out on just before the last villain attack. “You were hammered, hm. I get to be hammered on a regular basis.” He flashes a cheeky grin at her, giving Toshinori a fond little nudge with his foot. “Now you get to see him in action, and not just try to drunkenly jump his bones while I’m gone.” The older man blushes richly and ducks his head, a small grin creasing the sharp angle of his cheek. “Although...” Shouta drawls lazily, tilting his head to one side as he considers the dynamics between the four heroes in the room, “Perhaps I’d rather keep that to myself, if it’s all the same to you.”

Midnight’s head snaps around and she darts in to quietly hiss in Aizawa’s ear, “You complete ass, do you know how thirsty I’ve been for that, all this time. I’ll get you back for that.”

“Oh, I’m not a complete ass, not yet. Give it a few years before the novelty of topping him wears off and I just default to catching every time.” Shouta keeps his deadpan tone until Midnight turns to him with a growing expression of admiration and horror, at which point he breaks into a sniggering laugh.

Her gaze darts to the man kneeling on the floor, her face lighting up as an idea crosses her mind. Nemuri leans back on her hands and lifts one lean leg, carefully drawing her ankle and the side of her expensive stiletto heels against the curve of Toshinori’s cheek, cooing a little. “Shouta, does your sweet boy know how to use his mouth? Such a lovely mouth, look at his shy little smile.”

Shouta meets her eye with a proud little smirk, indicating his supplicate spouse with a shrug of one shoulder, “He knows how to use it well enough on me, anyhow. Beyond that, you’d have to ask.”

“Yagi my dear, my feet hurt from these heels, I need you to remove them for me. You may use your hands on those fiddly little buckles.” She leans over and tugs on a handful of Aizawa’s hair, pulling him in for a teasing kiss as Toshinori gamely tackles the tiny buckles of her heel, carefully easing it from her slim foot before reaching for the other. She makes a soft sound of denial and holds up her bared foot directly in front of his mouth. “This one first, I don’t think it’s been soothed enough. Ah, what a smart boy!” she praises as his thin lips lightly press against her ankle. He reaches up with both broad scarred hands to massage the extended foot but she reaches down and taps his other cheek with scarlet red nails, smoothing her hand over his cheek when he flinches. “Ah, no, no hands. If you can’t keep them properly to yourself then I suppose we will have to cuff you for tonight, and you don’t want that now do you. I need another kiss for that, right here.” She indicates the soft flesh on the inside of her knee, reaching to thread her slim fingers in his golden blond hair as he complies and grinning her sharp grin as he gives a little gasp, letting his eyes slide shut.

Just as susceptible to the strong grip in his dark hair, Shouta groans softly and leans in closer against his peer, taking in a shuddering breath until Midnight’s reprimand jolts him to alertness again, and he glances quickly to Toshinori’s face, keeping careful watch on the scene. “Hey, sunflower...” The underground hero calls gently, waiting for his partner to make eye contact, “What’s your color?” He slides one hand up to rest in the crook of Nemuri’s elbow, holding on for a gentle restraint until he can be sure things aren’t moving too quickly for his less-experienced fiancé.

Toshinori slowly blinks his eyes open, dragging a semblance of wits out of the depths of the subspace he’d gone to from the commands and the sharp pain at the tug on his gold hair. “G-green...green, I’m okay,” he murmurs lowly as Midnight flicks a small glance of annoyance at her long-time friend, relaxing her grip on his lover’s blond mane.

“Already Shouta? He can’t be that fragile that you need to ask already,” she says as Toshinori carefully brings his head down, eyes half shut as he looks up at the pair on the bed above him. She stiffens as the older hero turns his head and nuzzles the tender inner flesh of her bared thigh, breath ghosting hotly over pale skin.

“Fragile? No,” Shouta chuckles darkly, watching the advances of the sharp-faced sub before them, “But I do like to make sure he’s having a good time. Looks like I needn’t worry, hmm?” Aizawa leans back on his elbows and tips his head backward to catch Yamada’s eye once more, “If you go digging in the spare bedroom, Hizashi, you’ll find a few helpful tools. Bring us the leather lead, and anything else that catches your eye.” The underground hero leans over to dig the key from the nightstand, and tosses it to his old classmate, who catches it deftly and slinks from the bedroom with a borderline-manic grin.

“You say that as though I don’t know how to take care of my pets,” Midnight huffs as she leans back on on her hands, giving a little surprised gasp as Toshinori gently bites down on her soft skin, leaving a light pink mark on her pale flesh. “My, he’s eager isn’t he? I think I’d like to try out that mouth of his that you speak of so highly.” The R-rated hero shifts her weight forward as she tugs her handsomely-beaded dress upwards and over her hips, exposing the fact that she’s utterly bare beneath it. She idly slides her hands over her own skin and through thick patch of hair just above her sex, teasingly trimmed into the shape of a heart. “Come here darling, make your husband proud.” Midnight taunts as she playfully strokes her fingers over her clit before pulling her hand away.

Toshinori wrinkles his nose as he laughs silently and leans into to nuzzle at that fanciful shape, his dark eyes sinking partly closed as his tongue darts out to lick at her outer lips very lightly, tasting her. He shuts his eyes entirely as his tongue swiftly darts in to flick against her pearl back and forth before he playfully suckles on it, grinning as she jerks and gasps above him. He keeps up his teasing as her thighs tremble on either side of his head before shifting downward to lap at the wetness dripping from her lips in slow broad swipes of his tongue.

“Oh shit, shit, Shouta, he’s good with his m-ah! His mouth,” Midnight gasps, reaching to dig one hand into the thick golden mane and sharply tug on it as she arches her spine and spreads her legs wider for him. “Damn... ah, damn you for not..mmn! Not sharing him! Good boy, just like that!” The older hero flicks his eyes open in a faint blue flash as he screws his tongue deeply into her, lapping at her inner walls in short thrusting motions while she twists to drag Aizawa into a rough kiss, digging her scarlet nails into his suit’s lapels.

Those tired eyes watch with a satisfied pride as the R-Rated hero writhes atop his bed, pleasured by his beloved. “Not sharing, Nemuri? Why, what do you call this...” Shouta chuckles softly and leans in as she pulls him closer, meeting her mouth with a chaste kiss, echoing their younger days together, and glancing up only when the other side of the mattress depresses under the weight of Present Mic, returned from his gleeful plundering of their saved-up stash. “Ah, there you are... What did you bring us?” Aizawa reaches for the leather lead, and shifts to lean forward, clipping it to the ring on Toshinori’s collar before he drapes the end of it over Nemuri’s free hand, letting her take the reins for a while.

She winds the leather lead around her hand and gives it a solid yank, driving her hips roughly against Toshinori’s face as he makes a faintly shocked sound, the metal biting into the skin of his jaw, but he never once ceases his attentions. He curls his tongue around the hard little bud of her clit and sucks mercilessly as she tosses back her head and moans loudly, his hands digging into the pillows bunched up under his knees. “More..more...ah Yagi! Good boy, just..just...nnn!” Nemuri whimpers throatily, jolting backwards with a soundless cry, shuddering above him as her orgasm crashes over her before slumping backwards against the bed, the lead slipping from her shaking hand. “Good boy..good boy...stop, that’s good…” The R-rated hero slides to lay on her back as she catches her breath, her body giving small tremors as she cools down. “S-Shouta. I love and hate you.”

Eraserhead only shakes his head and presses a soft kiss to her forehead, then unbuttons his suit jacket and drapes it on one of the posters at the foot of the bed, using his mobility to reach for the leash and coax his lanky partner onto the mattress beside him. “There’s my man,” Shouta croons fondly, reaching up with one hand to cradle Toshinori’s angular jaw in his palm, “Making me proud indeed.” The younger teacher tips his chin to catch his fiancé in another kiss, suddenly reminded of Nemuri’s taste upon his lips, and he twists away to fix Hizashi with an inquiring arch of one eyebrow as the sated dominatrix recovers her breath beside them. “I don’t suppose we should leave him out, he’s been rather well-behaved too...”

Toshinori shyly reaches up to wipe his mouth with his wrist as he nuzzles into his lover’s hands, a crimson blush spread across his face and down his throat at the simple acts of love and praise. “I still… um, have that plu-”

“Tssst, Yagi, no talking,” Midnight frowns from the other side of the bed, slowly sitting upwards as her long hair falls out of its tidy knot to spill in a sloppy mess across her shoulders. She frowns at the older hero in consternation, giving a glance upward to meet Aizawa’s eyes to encourage him to reinforce her command.

Shouta returns the glance with a glare of his own, a glint of red flashing across his pupils as the confrontation sparks a little instinctual uprising of his suppression quirk. “Silence may be golden in your pets,” he acknowledges with a squint and a tip of his head in the direction of the Voice hero reclining on the pillows remaining at the headboard, who grins and flushes a little at the implication, “But Toshinori isn’t yours to command. Don’t overstep your role as a guest here, and don’t presume to know my fiancé better than I do.” He draws a deep breath and holds it for a second, taking care to remove any anger from his visage before turning back to the taller teacher, running gentle palms down his flanks to quest for the aforementioned plug. “I think you’ve been patient long enough. Let’s replace this with something a little more comfortable. Hizashi, get your ass over here.”

Midnight jerks backwards in surprise at her longtime friend’s fearsome attitude, blinking faintly as he overrules her plans for the evening. As the voice hero gives a faint laugh and tugs off his jacket to carelessly discard it on the floor despite the cost of the outfit, she turns to dig into her bag, reaching to slap her hand over Hizashi’s chest to hold him in place for just a moment as she finds what she was looking for. “Condom. Use it,” she clips out shortly, lifting her hand as the shorter blond reaches a hand up of his own, the silver packet dropping into his palm and for some reason, making him laugh harder.

Aizawa grips gently at Hizashi’s shoulder, halting him in place for a moment as he turns back to his partner with a somewhat concerned glance, “We’re going to let Yamada fuck you now, sunflower. What’s your color?”

“Green,” comes the soft, immediate reply as Toshinori leans up for a quick kiss, long pale lashes hooding his dark eyes. He slides one hand up the back of the underground hero’s head for a moment, holding him lightly in place before letting go, a dreamy look on his face as he repeats the word, “green.” Shouta smiles gently, pleased at his partner’s reaction to the scene, before he nods at the two blonds and pats his old friend on the shoulder in a silent blessing.

Hizashi only shakes his head silently at his mistress as mischief glitters in his emerald eyes, but he clenches the silver packet in his teeth so that he can swiftly tug down the zipper on his voguish slacks carelessly as a grin curls the corners of his lips. A quick tug at the silver packet in his teeth has the condom falling into one hand, and the voice hero rolls it down over his shaft in a swift, practiced motion with one hand, the other digging into Toshinori’s hip to leave red crescents in his skin. Hizashi pauses a moment as he lines up against the older man’s hole, grinning as broadly as Aizawa ever had, then gives a long slow thrust that nearly shoves his hips flush with the older blond’s.

Yagi gives a loud gasp as he digs his hands into the blanket, balling them into fists in the fabric. He gasps again, and the sound unravels into a moan as Hizashi thrusts again, grinding up against his body with a soft slap of flesh meeting flesh. Toshi quickly bites down on his lower lip to contain his rising moans, the flesh trapped between his teeth reddening at the effort he’s putting into staying silent, his spine arching and curling as the younger blond shoves his legs apart to fuck into him deeper with each short rocking motion. “Hnn!,” he yelps before quickly biting down on one wrist to silence his throaty cry as the voice hero finds his prostate and slams against it again with a broad grin.

“Hmm,” Shouta narrows his eyes at the attempt to stifle those delicious groans from Toshi’s baritone voice, “I’m sorry, what was that just now? You’ll have to speak up.” Cradling the older hero’s heavy head in one palm, he twists back to inspect the pile of toys and tools which Mic had brought in earlier, and selects a rather simple-looking ring on a belt. “In fact, I want to hear it all. No more holding back from my pet, I want to hear the exact moment you break.” With a smirk slowly growing into a grin, Aizawa reaches around the circumference of Yagi’s head, and holds it in place with the ring against his lips. “Colors may be a bit much at this point... Back to the snap rule?”

Toshi blinks at the ring gag blearily, his body jolting with each of Hizashi’s thrusts, but he licks his lips and opens his mouth with a little nod, waiting to feel the cool metal pressing against his tongue. As soon as it does, he bites down on it to hold it in place as Aizawa buckles it firmly about the back of his head.

Hizashi pauses for a moment, his nails dug into the older blond’s hips as they carefully adjust buckles and mussed hair to make sure the gag is comfortable in Toshi’s mouth. He glances up to catch Aizawa’s eyes, and and with a smirk drives the older teacher roughly into the mattress with a resounding slap that has him sucking in his breath to hold back a groan as his mistress demands.

Aizawa and Nemuri exchange a wicked grin as the activity resumes, the former running his palms along Yagi’s shoulders to coax his arms up and away from hiding his face and the lovely groan of pleasure from the deep dicking, and the latter twisting away to dig through the pile of toys for a suitable implement. “Ah, this will do nicely,” she purrs to herself, fingering the tassels of Aizawa’s new leather flogger. “Red and black, hmm? Always such a little scene kid at heart.” She laughs gaily and rolls playfully off the bed, standing splay-legged at Hizashi’s side as she watches him work. “So far so good, pet, but... I think you can do better than that.” She trails the tip of her tool down the center of Yamada’s back, and adds her usual emphasis to the suggestion with a crack of leather fronds across the strip of bare skin where Mic’s trousers have sagged a few inches down his backside, pulled lower by the weight of his studded belt. He bites back a yelp at the lash, swallowing hard to keep silent as his hips jerk reflexively into Toshinori’s body, driving in hard against that toned, bony bottom.

Shouta hums happily at the show and scoots in closer to cradle Toshi’s upper body in his lap, running gentle hands through golden hair and sliding his thumbs slowly under the leather strap of the ring gag, palms massaging at his throat to encourage more of those delicious sounds. “Look at you with your mouth propped open,” he croons softly, eyes narrowing a little in desire, “You couldn’t ask more clearly to be used, could you?” Pulling his hands back for just a moment, Aizawa loosens the fly on his own trousers and tugs them down over his hips, careful not to knock against his partner’s face in the process. “Go on then, take a minute to get used to the feel of things.” Twining his fingers back into Toshinori’s hair, Shouta adds a gentle pressure to the back of his head, guiding him closer.

Toshinori moans loudly from deep in his chest at the rough thrusts from Yamada, the metal ring clamped in his teeth preventing him from being able to cover any of his eager sounds. He nudges his face closer to the bulge in Aizawa’s briefs, lightly scraping against it with his teeth and lips as his eager sounds fill the room. Suddenly, he flinches to the side as black and red leather tassels lightly caress the side of his face, tickling as they brush across his throat and the collar still locked firmly around it.

“Mm, does your pet like a little pain, Shouta?” Nemuri croons, running her free hand down the long length of the older teacher’s back, tracing idle designs with the fronds on his skin, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Under her hands Toshinori shivers eagerly, his mouth pressing against the cotton of Aizawa’s briefs until he leaves a damp spot on the cloth.

“Last I checked, he did,” Aizawa nods resolutely, helping the process along by shoving his waistband a few inches lower to reveal the prize Yagi had been mouthing at, “I need to practice and get better at finding the right amount of force to use. Last time, he begged me to go harder, and I ended up flaying him with a cheap toy.” The underground hero shakes his head at the memory, recalling the desperate sub-space his partner had sunken into that night, all the while scooting in closer toward Toshi’s face to make it easier for him to accomplish his eventual goal. “Ring in or out, love? It’ll be a little loose on me.” He reaches one hand back to the back of Toshi’s head, ready to undo the buckle on the gag if need be.

Toshinori doesn’t actually reply, he just sinks forward and maneuvers the ring in his mouth over Aizawa’s half hard cock until the metal is grinding firmly against the other man’s belly. He sucks as much as he’s able to, tongue flicking up and down the prize in his mouth, when he suddenly makes a sharp cry as the leather fronds flick across the skin of his back in a quick, hard kiss. Behind him, Hizashi utters a loud bitten-off curse, and Nemuri pauses with a tilt of her head.

“What is it, pet?” she asks, the flogger still in one hand, but poised for a fresh blow. Hizashi hisses and surges forward, driving the older blond’s body hard up against AIzawa’s.

“When you did that, fuck did he get tight,” the voice hero growls out shortly before resuming his thrusting motions, his motions increasingly getting rougher until Toshinori is keening and gasping loudly around the metal and flesh filling his mouth.

“Ooooh, did he now,” Midnight smirks broadly and brings down the lash with another quick flick of her wrist, the fronds barely raising red welts on Toshi’s skin, but the effect has him writhing between the two men busy fucking him senseless. He reaches up and digs his nails hard into Aizawa’s hips, his tongue out and darting in between the nighttime hero’s cock and the metal ring encircling it, his blue eyes barely open and spit dripping down his chin. “Oh what a nice face he’s making,” Midnight coos as she licks her lips and keeps up the succession of quick snapping blows until welts line the older man’s shoulders and flanks.

“Fuck, god... how fucking lucky you are, Shouta, what a nice ass he’s got, such a slutty Symb-” Hizashi begins, his green eyes alight with a manic energy, but at the last second, Nemuri’s hand lashes out and slaps down on his mouth, cutting off the words he’d been about to say. She glares at him and pulls away her hands, and he replies with a silent sorry before turning his full attention back to the man currently taking his cock, pounding into him with utter abandon.

Distracted by the warm mouth and hard steel ring around him, Shouta barely notices the slip until the sudden motion in his peripheral vision draws his attention to Hizashi’s guilty expression. He narrows his eyes at the absent-minded blond, silently threatening to make good on his word if needed, before glancing down to check on Toshinori, who seems to be happily lost in subspace without having heard the slur in progress. “There’s my man,” he murmurs affectionately, running his hands tenderly through the golden hair in his grip, all the while keeping that steady contact on the back of Toshi’s head, half pressure and half attuned to his breathing. “So good, so adaptable... Such a good pet.” Shouta shifts in place a little and tips his pelvis forward, framing Yagi’s shoulders with a strong calf on either side, marginally rocking up to meet his mouth as he idly seeks a little more pleasure.

“That’s right,” Midnight agrees with a nod, “He’s been the picture of perfection all night long, in fact...” She runs those tassels smoothly across the pink and red abrasions scattered all over Toshinori’s back, eliciting that delicious reaction from him again, “Shouta, do you think he’d mind... if I had a taste of my own?” The leather tip of the crop trails carefully over the planes and angles of Toshi’s body, dipping beneath his outstretched torso to tease between his legs, adding a little further suggestion to her words, “As a bit of a reward to the new pet, you understand.”

“Hmm?” Shouta glances up at the question, following the trail of the crop until he catches on, “I’m not sure how much he’d get out of a blowjob in the state he’s in, but if you think you can fit down there... go for it, if you like.”

“I’m not gonna be able to hold on long enough for that, Mid..ah, mis...fuck!” Hizashi swears loudly, his voice rising on the last word as he drags blunt painted nails down Toshi’s flanks and over the welts raised by the flogger, his teeth bared in a faint snarl. He manages to hold on for a few more thrusts before he comes, tossing back his head as a very loud high-pitched groan tumbles out of his throat. “Oooh baby, that’s it, that’s perfect, right fuckin’ there,” the voice hero compliments as he slowly comes down, his face flushed and beaded with sweat. Nemuri grins broadly and leans over to capture his head with one hand sliding around the back of his neck, her crimson red lips covering his thin ones in a devouring kiss.

Shouta watches the proceedings with a smirk of amusement, pleased his partner had been able to perform for his old friend, but after a moment he turns back to that wet mouth around him, gaped and drooling a little and not quite right. With a soft hum of contemplation, Aizawa leans forward far enough to reach the buckle on the back of Toshinori’s head, gently undoing the gag before he coaxes the older hero’s mouth away for a moment with his head cradled in both palms. “Sorry, sunflower, you weren’t getting any suction like that. Try now,” he plucks the sopping wet metal ring from his girth, tosses the gag off to the side, and allows Toshi to sink back down over him at his own pace, letting his eyes sink shut as he relaxes into the treat.

The retired hero doesn’t respond to the subtle command with words, he just dives back in to firmly suck on the shaft already slick with his own saliva, his blue eyes shut tight and a dazed expression on his face. Toshi grinds his face up against Aizawa’s lower belly, his tongue cradling his lover’s cock as he hollows out his cheeks and sucks, as if he’s begging to taste the younger man in his mouth. He does this for as long as he’s able, feeling the nocturnal hero jerk and curse against his lips, before pulling back for a brief breath, but as he does, he feels a yank on his blond mane as Aizawa tugs him roughly back into place with a choked-off swear. Toshi gags slightly as the spongy head thrusts against the back of his throat, and suddenly his mouth is flooded with sticky, salty cum, and he scrambles to swallow most of it before yanking his head out of Aizawa’s grip with a loud gasp, the final few spurts splashing across his mouth and cheek.

“Ffffuck, yessss...” Shouta gasps and pants as the last of his orgasm rushes through him, leaving him thoroughly sated with the heavy weight of Toshinori’s head and shoulders in his lap. “That was so good, Toshi, you... fuck... I can’t believe how hard you sucked just now.” Pushing himself back upright from where he’d fallen back atop the mattress, Aizawa checks in with his lover with a bit of concern, smoothing over his hair and neck with shaky hands and gentle touches. “Hey... Still with us, sunflower?”

Toshinori sways faintly on his hands and knees, his eyes closed, and doesn’t reply. Slowly, Midnight pulls her attentions from Yamada, her lipstick smeared across his mouth, and watches the retired hero carefully with one hand reaching to touch his lower back. “Shoutaaa…,” she begins, reaching with her other hand as Toshi slowly collapses down on his elbows and chest on the mattress and she suddenly swears, making a grab for his waist to keep him upright. “Shit, he’s diving! Mic, help me out!” Together they grab parts of Toshi’s lean body as he limply swoons nearly off the bed, limbs weak and eyes closed. “Shouta, grab him!” the older domme snaps.

Aizawa swears and scrambles to his knees, making a grab for Yagi’s shoulders to haul him up onto the mattress in a burst of the last of his strength, fighting off the fatigue of afterglow with a sudden shock of adrenaline, and just barely managing not to get tangled in his half-doffed trousers by sheer force of reflexes. “Diving? What?? Kayama, what’s wrong with him?” Shouta struggles to turn Toshinori over onto his back, and failing that, keeps his head supported in one arm as he tries to check his pulse with the other. “Toshinori? Can you hear me?”

“He’s diving, it’s a term for when a sub is really, really under, and no he can’t,” Midnight and Mic work together with Aizawa and between the three of them, they manage to get Toshinori limply sprawled on his back on the spare quilt. Midnight reaches to stroke his face, smiling broadly. “Wow, wow, he really trusts you doesn’t he... Well, let’s take care of this boy, he’s been so good for us all night. Shouta, don’t take your hands off of him at all, you’re his whole world right now.” She leans in to give Aizawa a swift kiss, her hand idly straying to cup the older hero’s cock where it lays leaking and hard against one thigh.

“I’ll grab a washcloth, and some water for him,” Yamada watches appreciatively for a moment before briskly stripping off the condom and tossing it to the wastebasket, tugging up his slacks in a smooth motion.

“That’s a good idea, ‘Zashi,” Nemuri smiles at him quickly before turning her attention back to the task at hand, “Oh and grab those chocolate balls in my purse? The purple ones. I think he’ll like those.”

Shouta watches the two more experienced players rush around, with Midnight’s words of admiration slowly soaking into his psyche. “Your whole world, huh, Toshi?” An affectionate little smile creases the underground hero’s cheek, and he tunes out the world around them, letting himself go just as focused on the task at hand, stroking and petting and massaging at Toshinori’s face, shoulders, and limbs, dancing carefully across the surface of his scar. The budding dom graciously accepts the assistance in the aftercare, running the washcloth over his partner’s flushed skin to help cool him, and carefully feeding him the water and chocolates to help revive him until the older man’s breathing and expression start to return to normal. “Hey there, sunflower,” he mutters gently, leaning in with his palms splayed in that old familiar gesture at heartbeat and starburst, giving away the secret language to their present company, “You back with us yet? I missed you.”

Midnight gives a faint nod to herself as Toshinori sluggishly shifts his head, turning it to rest in a better spot against his lover’s thigh. “Let him come up slowly, might take him some time,” she cautions softly and cups both hands around his shaft, milking it patiently as she watches his face. “When they’re down like that, it’s hard for him to... focus, on words, on anything except for you, really.” She looks at the prize in her hands and licks her lips a little, her eyes glinting from behind mussed bangs and red glasses. “Someday, I’m going to give this a ride... but not today, I don’t think. What a good boy he is,” she purrs as thick beads of pre drip between her fingers. Slowly, Toshinori shifts under her hands, a low animal whine in the back of his throat, his hands clenching on the blanket underneath him until he breaks with a loud groan, spilling across his own concave stomach. “Therrrre we go,” Nemuri smiles fondly, coaxing the last of the pressure out of him before she pulls her hand away to lick it clean. “Oooh, not bad, you two been eating pineapple?”

“Yeah,” Shouta chuckles wearily as he watches, his lips still quirked in a faint smile, “I’m still amazed it makes such a difference.” Taking his place back with Toshinori’s head in his lap, Shouta resumes his idle petting with one hand as he grabs at a nearby pillow with the other, finally giving in to the fatigue for a moment as he leans back against the headboard. “The dinner’s still out in the kitchen, if you two wanted to dig in,” he suggests lamely, his voice a little ragged from the strain as his heavy eyes remain shut against the light. “Maybe bring a box in here, if you don’t mind, we could split it.”

Nemuri glances at Hizashi, who darts off with a broad grin, zipping towards the kitchen. “Of course, Shouta darling, I think maybe sitting in here and eating is the best idea until Toshi comes back to us, don’t you agree?” Hizashi pops in a moment later with all the takeout boxes balanced in his hands, clambering up on the bed carefully. Together, they sort out of the food, taking hungry bites here and there as all three heroes take time to pet and stroke the swooned blond wedged between them.

“Man, Shouta, you lucky fuck,” Hizashi complains between bites, green eyes sparkling, “I can’t believe you get to sleep with him on the regular. I mean, it was pretty great, because damn he’s so tight and fuck, his voice? God. I wanted to wreck him bare but Nemuri said I’m not allowed until I get my tests back, but that won’t be for another week at least, but even with the condom, damn.” He shoves a bite in his mouth and chews hurriedly, giving a quick swallow before going back to his profanity-laden monologue about the whole session.

Nemuri turns to Aizawa and leans in to whisper in a stage voice, “See this is why I have that no talking rule, because he can’t shut up”.

“Rude! I’m pretty good at shutting up you know!” the voice hero exclaims, nearly spitting out his half-chewed bite in indignation.

“Only when your mouth is full, and it looks like we need to get that done more often. You know what would fill your mouth…” Midnight glances down Toshinori’s body to caress his shaft with her eyes, before giving Hizashi one of her sparkling playful looks. “Not right now, but maybe next time. Shouta darling, did you want some of mine? It’s the sesame beef.”

“I’ll take whatever you don’t eat, sure,” Shouta mumbles as he concentrates on trying to feed some of the green onion stir-fry to Toshinori, sneaking a bite here and there. “Come on, love,” he mutters around the food, “Don’t make me go mama-bird on you. You need to eat.” Aizawa sighs as his old friends break into raucous laughter at his terminology, and sets his food aside for a moment to stroke at Toshinori’s forehead with both thumbs. “I’ve never seen him like this before... I’m a little worried.”

“Shouta, honey, he’s okay, see look he’s breathing fine and his color’s good. He just went deep inside of his own head. Don’t worry, he’ll come back, it just takes time.” Nemuri gives a small confident smile, reaching over to gently stroke Toshi’s cheek with one hand. “Since we have a minute, let me explain what’s going on. You know when you fight, and it makes you all tingly and excited, right? It’s like he’s been fighting, and all of those feel-good juices have flooded his body. So it’s basically like... he’s short-circuited out on endorphins. If he couldn’t breathe or something like that, I’d be worried, but he’s already coming up. The chocolate helps; it gives you another little rush of endorphins, so when he’s ‘coming up’, it adds that extra boost so he doesn’t come up in a bad way, which is the withdrawal to all those endorphins. You follow me?” She pauses to take a few bites, chewing thoughtfully before she continues. “So your job, as his dom in this scene, is to help him get into that subspace where he can enjoy all these wonderful feel-good things, but also you have to bring him back gently, because if he subdrops too hard, it could be emotionally damaging.”

Aizawa tries to follow along, with vague nods and hums of brief understanding, though his focus is less on Nemuri’s words and more on Yagi’s face, watching his awareness return in bits and stages. “I try not to let such things get to me, it’s not exactly safe or rational-”

“Shouta.” Nemuri cuts him off with a laugh, “You stop that, you know what I mean. You’re a human being, not an ice pillar.”

The underground hero sighs gravely and shuts his eyes against the ridicule. “Fine. Whatever. I’ve never gone this far, that’s for sure.” He sneaks a glance back down at his partner, then catches his eye with a little wink, “I’m starting to wonder what it’s like.”

“For the record, I haven’t either, I just know it can be done. That’s why aftercare is so important, because that way he can find his way back to himself. All the little things, like touching him, feeding, bathing, just talking and cuddling...it all really means a lot in this state. Whenever I go hard on Hizashi, it always takes him a while to come back too.” The voice hero nods in agreement.

Toshinori utters a low sigh and shifts his head the other way, slowly blinking in the low light of the room. He looks up at Aizawa for a moment, then shuts his eyes again, twisting on the bed to bury his face in his lover’s lap and curl onto his side.

“Ahh, there you are,” Shouta smiles a little as Toshinori meets his eyes, then chuckles softly as the Number One Hero hides his face from the world. “You did so well tonight, you phased into another plane of existence, apparently.” The younger teacher strokes soothingly at those bony shoulders, then gathers up another bite of the aromatic food, waving it enticingly before Toshi’s lips, “Eat a little for me? Please?”

Toshi nods faintly and opens his mouth for the bite, slowly chewing it. He manages a few more bites as the other heroes softly talk about more commonplace things around him, the act of eating helping to drag him into a more conscious state. The older blond shakes his head after a few bites and nudges against Aizawa’s inner thigh, finally awake enough to give voice to his wants and needs. “...can I..have some water?” he asks in a low, sleepy voice, his blond hair messily straying over his face.

Shouta nods wordlessly and reaches for the nearest bottle of water, carefully holding it for Toshi with one hand as he tucks those long bangs behind either ear with the other. “Drink up,” he encourages with a soft thumb-stroke to one ear, “You earned it tonight. You earned the world and more... How was it for you?”

Toshi takes a very deep drink before replying, panting a little. He wipes his mouth with one hand and thoughtfully considers. “It was like... have you ever been diving, like scuba diving? No? Well it’s kind of like... you have all this heavy pressure all around you and it’s dark below you and light above but it’s not a scary place. It felt like a heavy hand was gently pressing me down and I kept getting smaller but I felt safe; protected, and everything around me felt so good and I just wanted to stay there.” He sighs dreamily. “It’s so hard to explain. It’s like being high, but you’re underground. It was amazing.”

“Woah.” Shouta blinks and spares a glance up at their guests, who meet his eyes with varying expressions of curiosity and agreement. “That sounds... unfathomable. But I’d like to give it a try sometime.” Carefully setting the food aside to keep it out of the way, he uses both hands to coax Toshinori up for a kiss to his forehead, ducking in soon after for another to his lips. “I’m glad it went so well,” he murmurs softly, a little smile hidden between them, “And I’m glad these two were here, or else I’d have called an ambulance on you.” He winces sheepishly and nudges at Toshi’s head, then gently pulls away to ravenously down the rest of his meal, his body aching to regain the calories lost from a long day.

“I’m seriously glad you didn’t. I think I may have actually died,” Toshi covers his face with both hands, blushing to the tips of his ears as all three heroes laugh gently at him. For a minute he stays like that, then drops his hands back to his sides. “When I was... waking up I guess, I couldn’t really hear you, just like... the sound of your voice and knowing you were right there, and the feel of your hands... that helped a lot. It was like you reached underwater and gave me a hand out. I’m kind of... still there, everything just feels so good right this moment.” The retired hero sighs dreamily and rubs his arms to ward off the slight chill in the room. “Thanks, all of you, it was really amazing.”

The three upright teachers exchange pleased expressions, and Shouta reaches out for Toshinori’s silk robe once more, not quite able to reach until Hizashi passes it to him. With a tenderness rarely seen from the stoic man, Shouta wraps the garment around his partner’s shoulders, then draws one broad hand up to his face, pressing his lips softly to the black tungsten band on Toshi’s finger. “Alright. I don’t know about you three, but I am bushed. Toshi, you feel up to going to the club tomorrow? What say we finalize our outfits, then call it a night for now?”

Hizashi darts to his feet and to the shared closet, eagerly digging about the clothes. “Oh, oh Shouta, I know, he should go in something glittery, with a thong!” He gives a raucous laugh as Toshinori makes a loud groan, then shakes his head. “Or maybe not, but I think we can probably find something presentable!”