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All Might wrinkles his nose a bit and laughs.
Aizawa glances up in slight annoyance, “What's so funny.”
“I'm going to grab tea! How do you feel about jasmine green?” All Might grins down a bit at the shorter man.
“I'm indifferent,” Aizawa shrugs, “Jasmine is fine. Where are you going, though?”
All Might jerks his head in the direction down the hallway, “Back to the teacher's lounge...would you like to come with me?”
“I was headed there anyway,” Aizawa replies with a subtle nod.
All Might laughs heartily, falling into stride with the shorter man. “That's wonderful! It's nice to see you do actually take breaks, Aizawa.”
Aizawa arches one eyebrow, hands in his pockets as he lags slowly behind. "Who said anything about taking a break? I haven't checked my mailbox recently."
The tall blonde reaches forward and slides the door open for Aizawa, a slight blush on his lean face. "My fault, my fault! I just see you sleeping in strange places so often...I worry about your health, you know!"
Aizawa brushes past and crosses to the wall of mailboxes, stooping to check the one with his name "MY health? You're one to talk." He sighs and settles in at the table by the couch.
All Might makes a very soft hum in agreement but closes his mouth on the words on his tongue. Instead, he makes his way to the hot drink machine to get hot water for them both. He finishes making the tea, and quietly sets the mug near to Aizawa's hand. The steam rises from the mug with a delicate green scent like a new spring.
Aizawa takes the tea and cradles it in both hands, pulling his scarf down enough to fit the cup under his nose with a slow inhale of the steam, "So what strange places have you seen me in, then?"
"W-well usually I see you napping in your yellow sleeping bag when I peek into your classroom!" All Might struggles to come up with a few examples, only able to think of the one time he watched Aizawa napping in his own class while Midnight took over teaching. He laughs a bit more and takes a small sip of tea.
Aizawa smirks behind the cup and watches, inclining his head in a little tease as he leans back into the couch "Ah yes, the classroom. That IS a strange place for a teacher."
All Might chokes a bit on his tea and turns his head to cough, his shoulders shaking a bit. Once he's able to take a clean breath, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Yes but most teachers aren't napping! I'm just concerned, Aizawa-kun."
The underground hero chuckles softly under his breath and crosses one knee over the other, watching gleefully as the other teacher tries to regain his composure, "What can I say, you take it when you can get it." All Might blinks a bit as he turns the words over in his mind, a slow blush creeping across his face. He tries to cover it by taking a large slurp of tea, his face momentarily hidden by the edge of the mug. Aizawa slowly lifts one eyebrow, testing the temperature of the tea, then downs half the cup in two gulps "Why are you so concerned, anyhow. Do you keep tabs on ALL your coworkers?"
All Might lowers the cup slowly, his blue eyes blinking a bit owlishly over the rim. "No... just... ever since the USJ attack... I don't keep tabs on everyone, Aizawa." He leaves the rest unsaid and bashfully drifts back to the kitchen area.
Aizawa takes a moment to process the implications, slowly draining away the rest of the tea as his foot rocks idly in midair "I see. Well you can rest assured, All Might, I'm not as frail as I appeared that day. I usually do just fine when I'm surrounded by fewer than eight villains. So don't feel obligated to guard me from little things like insomnia." He sets the empty cup down on the table and uncrosses his legs, ready to leave at a moment's notice.
All Might crosses the room slowly to retrieve the empty mug, cradling it both hands. "I don't think you're frail... I think you were amazing." He frees a hand and lightly runs a finger over the scar on the shorter teacher's face. "I'm sorry, this one is my fault."
Aizawa freezes up and blinks at the gentle contact, following the finger with his eyes, neither pulling away nor leaning into it. "You weren't the one who caused it. Don't apologize for what you didn't do, you can't be everywhere."
All Might makes a soft sound and pulls his hand away slowly, then briskly walks back to the sink to wash both mugs, his body language suddenly tight and his shoulders hunched.
Aizawa frowns after him and stands, shoving his hands into his pockets as he draws near, leaning against the end of the couch nearest to the sink. "What."
All Might raises one shoulder in a half shrug, his face closed and shuttered, lips tightly drawn. He sets the mugs on the drying rack and very slowly turns, pressing his back up against the sink. "I know... but I should have been there. They were after me, not anyone else. You took the brunt of that attack, and nearly died because of it." He sighs slowly, his hands balling into tight fists before he manages to relax them, a light steam rising from his fingers for a moment.
Aizawa saunters over to the counter and turns to hop up on it, gaining a couple inches of height in the process as he crosses his arms sternly against his chest. "It's true that you should be placing a higher priority on the students. I understand that the reason you were delayed was due to overworking yourself out in public, yes?" He stares intently at the newest faculty member, his expression almost reminiscent of a bout of erasure, "But don't kick yourself too hard. If you hadn't deviated from the schedule that day, they would have actually killed you."
All Might laughs softly and rests his elbows against the sink edge, then leans back on them. "I'm not that frail, Aizawa! This old man can still take a few rounds." He falls silent suddenly, a strained look on his face. "I keep having nightmares, about you, and the kids. There was so much blood, and most of it was yours."
Aizawa sighs and bows his head, leaning in a little closer, "And you wonder why I don't get much sleep at night." Falling quiet for a while, the veteran teacher pulls one hand from his pocket and places it lightly atop Toshinori's arm, in the crook of his elbow. "We just do the best we can. Better than that. And hope that when we do meet our end, the replacements we've trained will be ready."
All Might stands completely still for a moment as he turns the words over in his mind. He gives a soft little sigh and turns his head away as he places his free hand on top of Aizawa's and grips it tightly. "I'm... not ready to see these children fight what we've fought, but I don't know if I'll ever be."
Aizawa twists his lips a little behind the scarf, usually reluctant to be trapped in such a way, but not too bothered at the moment. "You've certainly grown attached to the students quickly, huh. Do you have children of your own?" He scoots a little closer and gently digs his fingertips into the lean muscle.
All Might relaxes his grip after a moment but leaves his hand in place as he turns to laugh loudly. "No, no, of course not! I can't even train my cat to stay off my pillow, I'd be a terrible parent! That being said, I really enjoy seeing these kids bloom... when they're pros, they'll be as good as I ever was!" The taller hero wrinkles his nose a bit at himself and smiles.
Aizawa yanks his hand free and grabs at the shoulders of Toshinori's suit jacket, wrenching him around to face head-on, mere inches apart. "You. Have a cat. And you didn't say anything?!" He glares menacingly as possible, still a good few inches shorter even with the boost from the counter and Yagi's usual slouch.
All Might blinks rapidly for a minute, confused by the sudden exuberance from his otherwise dour companion. "Y-yes? Would you like to meet her sometime?" He leans a little closer to the dark-haired teacher, unconsciously pressing him against the counter.
Aizawa lifts his chin enough to clearly show an excited grin over the top of his scarf, eyes nearly manic at the prospect. "How about right now? You're done for the day too, right?" He seems to realize himself, and suddenly releases his vice-grip on the taller teacher's jacket, then leans to one side to rummage through the various pockets of his utility belt.
"O-of course! I just wanted something to drink before I headed home." All Might shifts backwards a bit and watches Aizawa rooting around, his head tilted to the side.
"Then let's go, already." Aizawa hops down from the countertop, pauses to pull the tag from an unused teabag, and stuffs it into one of those pockets, craning his neck a bit to look up after All Might, "Lead the way."
All Might blinks a bit more, surprised that Aizawa wants to meet his cat so badly, but shrugs and opens the door for the dark haired man. “You know, I have a picture on my phone, I could just show you?” He keeps his longer stride short as they leave the school together.
"It's a start," Aizawa nods and holds out his hand to receive the phone, the other still shoved into his pocket as he walks, "But pictures are plentiful enough. Real live cats are harder to come by." He peers around at the route they're taking, "Where DO you live, anyway."
All Might fishes his phone out of his pocket and quickly swipes through his photos to show a ginger striped cat, then hands the phone to Aizawa. "It's just three stops on the B line; normally I just drive myself but I wanted to stop and run a few errands."
Aizawa breaks into that grin once more, swiping greedily through the stored pictures for more, hardly even paying attention to the answer to his question. "You have a car? I don't mind running errands on the way."
All Might laughs and shakes his head. “I’ve already done everything I needed to do, now we just have to get back in time to feed Mara! And yes, but I don't think you'd like it, it's very flashy!” He puts one hand on Aizawa's lower back to propel him into the subway car so that the dark haired man can keep looking at the photos.
"Mara," the distracted teacher hums, still smiling a little as he swipes through the phone storage, past Toshinori's selfies and pictures of students to get to more cat candids, "What a car looks like is irrelevant, flashy or not." Trailing off into a stretch of the more boring pictures, he furtively sends a text to his own number, deletes it from the outbox, locks the phone, and hands it back with a sigh, finally looking up at their surroundings, "So are you rich or something?"
All Might takes back the phone, completely missing the text exchange. "Oh, not at all! It was a gift from a friend in the US, and I couldn't bear to part with it when I moved. I'd take you for a ride, if you like!” He laughs some and tucks the phone in his pocket just as the subway pulls up at his stop.
Aizawa frowns incredulously, following along behind until there's room to fall into pace beside him again. "What kind of a 'friend' buys a flashy car as a gift for you from the other side of the world?"
All Might laughs delightedly, eager to talk about the other heroes he's known. "I saved his butt and he was outraged that I didn't have a car! He's not that kind of friend, just a rich jerk with a flashy suit, but he's a decent guy. It was probably just a gesture from him, some kind of power thing... but the car itself really makes me feel... powerful. Even when I'm not." He takes out his phone again, and shows Aizawa a quick picture.
Aizawa peers disinterestedly at the car photo, then back up at All Might's face with a little shake of his head, "Incredible. Can you imagine being that rich?" He sighs and slips his fingers into the crook of Yagi's elbow, hanging on loosely to help with the disparity in their stride.
All Might laughs and tucks the phone back into his pocket before fishing out the keys for his apartment. "No, I don't think I can! Besides what would I do with that money even? I'd end up donating every dime!” The tall blond laughs as he opens the apartment building door and escorts Aizawa to the elevator, his mind still on the US heroes.
Aizawa smiles wistfully and follows closely behind on the other's heels, still shaking his head, but a little more from fondness rather than disgust "You really are something else." Both hands back in his pockets, he leans back against the elevator railing, resting his head on the wall. "So have you actually BEEN to America, or are you more of a fanboy?"
All Might leans back against the other wall and crosses his arms over his chest, grinning some. "No, I was actually there for four years for college with Na-, I mean, with my teacher. I met so many heroes, did you see some of those pictures I took?"
Aizawa tilts his head, trying to recall some of the photos that weren't cat-centric. "With no context, the face of a stranger means nothing to me." He stands up to follow as the doors open, glancing around at their surroundings with a curious hum, "So how are the American hero schools different from UA?"
"Oh, well...louder! Everything in America is louder. Bigger fights, bigger weapons, it's much less restrained.." Yagi sighs some and shakes his head. "It was nice to go but stressful, it's like there's never any time to REST. I'm glad to be home. And speaking of which!" He stops at a door and opens it with his key, but holds Aizawa back with a hand on his chest. "Stay right there."
"Louder, huh?" Shouta chuffs softly and nudges All Might in the ribs playfully, "Then you should have fit right in." Glancing down at the hand on his chest, he stops in his tracks, watching carefully in anticipation of an escape-happy feline trying to get past them on the way in.
All Might laughs but doesn't reply and edges into his apartment, pausing for a moment to kick off his shoes before he looks up and to the left at the top of the fridge. He croons softly "Mar Mar," and a very fluffy orange striped cat leaps off the fridge and onto his left shoulder with a soft "Mrt!"
Aizawa waits patiently outside the door, leaning in a little through the threshold to peer after him, full of curiosity "What was I waiting here for?" The reclusive teacher can already hear the sound of a cat, and he shifts slightly from one foot to the other in eager anticipation.
All Might turns and motions the other teacher inside, and walks further into his living room as he balances an armful of cat on his shoulder. "I didn't want you get divebombed by a feline!" Toshinori laughs and leans closer so that Mara can have her scratches.
Aizawa edges his way in past the door and locks it closed behind himself, shoving his shoes off as well before approaching with an enchanted smile and outstretched hand, "Well hello there, Mara. You're a divebomber, are you?" He scritches at her head and under her chin, eventually growing bold enough to attempt a reach to pluck her up into a cradling hold.
All Might smiles and leans even closing, gesturing with his free hand while his cat appears enraptured. "Here, let me take your scarf, she likes to rub her head against your chin."
Aizawa looks up at the request, and activates his quirk for long enough to lift the bundled weapon into the air, floating enticingly before the feline on her 7-foot-tall perch. "Seems like you got a keeper here, All Might. She's gorgeous."
All Might laughs as he gathers the scarf together with his free arm, then leans his elbow on Aizawa's shoulder to make a little bridge that Maru crosses without hesitation before perching on the shorter teacher's shoulders and purring loudly. "She is NOW but she wasn't so much when I first found her!" He walks off to hang the scarf by the doorway, then pops his head back into the living room. "Have a seat anywhere, and she'll cuddle with you. I'm going to make some dinner, are you hungry?"
Aizawa reaches up carefully with both hands, steadying the fuzzy weight atop his shoulder as he walks to the nearest seat, on the couch, and sinks carefully onto it, letting Mara roam as she likes, running his fingers through the orange fur with relish. "Oho, you used to be a bad girl, did you Mara?" He glances up at the question, not entirely surprised but grateful nonetheless, "I could eat. I didn't peg you as the cooking type, what are you making?"
"Well... I have leftover hotpot, there's enough for two if we add some rice. I do like to cook, but not usually for just myself." Toshinori pulls out the rice cooker from under the counter sets up dinner to cook while he goes about his normal routine. He disappears for a moment into the bathroom, then comes back wearing a loose set of dark blue sweats and a t-shirt emblazoned with the slogan ‘Eat at Joe’s,’ his hair pulled up in a thick messy ponytail. He goes back to the kitchen to check the rice and the simmering leftovers, periodically popping his head out to check on his guest.
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"That's fine, I'm not picky." Aizawa averts his eyes when his stomach rumbles softly at the thought, and he tries to focus on the adorable cat trying to bruise his chin with her head instead of watching the shockingly-casual coworker bustling about in the kitchen. "So you live alone, then, with just Mara?" with one hand still clasped over the cat's arched back, Shouta digs into his utility pockets and procures the tea tag from earlier, dangling it a few inches in front of Mara's face.
All Might ducks down for a moment to root through his fridge. "Yeah, just me and her majesty. If she's being too pushy let me know, I can always feed her which will give you some distraction time. Hey, would you like a beer?" He raises a hand out of the fridge and a dark brown bottle can be seen clasped in his fist. "I've been saving them for company, and well, I'm glad you came over, Aizawa.”
"Her MAJESTY, is she now," Aizawa chuckles and scritches under the cat’s chin beseechingly, still trying to coax her into playing with the bit of rubbish as he looks back over his shoulder at the question, "I don't have a car to be driving anywhere, and we don't have class tomorrow, so why not." He takes the offered bottle and sips at it, totally content once Mara settles into a loaf and starts to knead against his thigh. "Do you... not have company often? Surprising yet again."
All Might colors a dark pink at the mocking of his pet's nickname, but sits nearby, relaxed in his own home. "I don't, I mean, I do like company but …” He makes a complicated gesture, encompassing the living room they're sitting in. "I need space to recharge, you know?"
Aizawa glances around at the setting, starting to take in more of the details now that he's acclimatizing to the cat. "We all have our limits, yes. I can get out of your hair and let you recharge in peace, if you'd prefer. No obligations. Thank you for introducing me to her Majesty Mara." He sets the beer aside and rakes his fingernails down both ginger flanks, then gently works a hand in between her paws and his leg to keep her from shredding little holes in his work pants.
All Might lifts his hands hurriedly, jostling his beer some. "No, no, that's not what I meant at all. You... you're welcome to come over whenever you like." The taller man flushes a bit as he says this, and hurriedly takes a long drink of his beer, his head thrown back.
Aizawa lifts an eyebrow and inclines his head toward the other teacher, watching with interest as the color rises in those gaunt cheeks. "Whenever? That's quite the offer. Aren't you worried I'd drain your battery? Or... What aren't you..." He glances up when his nose catches a whiff of something burning, "Oh boy, you'd better check the food."
All Might leaps up and darts to the kitchen with a curse, then breathes a sigh of relief. "Our dinner is saved! It was just some rice, nothing major." He quickly wipes down the table and starts setting out the food in individual dishes, taking care to make sure everything is neatly placed.
Aizawa tucks the neglected makeshift toy back into his pocket, grabs the rest of his beer, and carefully works his way out from underneath the front half of the tabby, leaving her to follow him into the kitchen. "Nice catch. Don't forget to feed the little one, too, she's been very patient." He settles in at the table, folding his hands politely before him.
All Might slides dishes of food onto the table and nods a little at a drawer behind Aizawa. "You can do that, actually! Grab one of those packets and just rip off the top. Her dish is by your foot." He makes a soft cheeping sound to call his pet to the kitchen while he juggles a bowl of rice.
Aizawa twists in his chair to follow the indication, then stretches back to reach the drawer and fish around in it for one of the packs, emptying it out into the dish with a smile as Mara rushes over at the sound of the crinkling packet. He tosses the empty pack into the trash, then sits up properly with a long swig of beer to watch the dinner with a show, "Having fun, are we?"
All Might clenches his teeth and stammers, "N-no, it's too hot!" He plunks down the dish on the table and sucks on his finger some before settling in at the other side of the table. "Do you cook at all Aizawa?" Quickly, he splits up the food before digging into his rice with a sigh.
Aizawa grimaces a little in sympathy, though it must not have been too bad if Toshinori could just shrug it off like that... He reluctantly tears his gaze away from his gracious host, and focuses on the food. "Not for a long time now. I don't have the facilities for it." He follows suit in chowing down, his eyes watering up a little at the first bite, overcome with the stark contrast between a home-cooked meal and the packaged junk he's been living off of for years.
All Might pauses a minute with a bite halfway to his mouth at Aizawa's look of joy over a simple meal. "Aiza-...Shouta. I really don't mind you coming over. You can, anytime you want, even if it's just to play with Mara." He slowly takes a bite and chews it with a strange look on his face, intently watching the gruff man across from him.
Almost as though copying his host, Aizawa pauses with the next bite halfway into his mouth as well, blinking in surprise at the purposefully informal address. After a moment, he unfreezes, chews thoughtfully, then sets the utensils down and narrows his eyes at the man across the table. "Why, All Might... if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were flirting with me."
All Might quickly turns his head as he starts to cough, his blush now so dark that it's almost painful. He slowly wipes his mouth with a napkin and fixes a look at the center of the table. "Can you... you can call me by my given name, if you want to. It's Toshinori." He picks up his fork again and quickly goes back to eating, the tips of his ears burning red.
"Toshinori, hmm?" Aizawa drains the last of the beer from the bottle, swishing it around in his mouth as he mulls over the other teacher's antics. "How about Toshi for short? And you're starting to worry me." He watches as the napkin comes away spotted with blood, getting a bit of a chill creeping down his spine, "What aren't you saying."
“Toshi? ..I..I like that." All Might clenches the napkin in his hand, hiding away the bloody smear. "Why would I be worrying you, Aizawa?" The tall blonde tilts his head a little, shoulders tensed. He idly pushes the food about his plate for a minute with his fork, his expression a little closed off and guarded.
Aizawa sighs and counts off the reasons on his fingers, still chewing idly on another bite, "Well for one, you've stopped actually eating. Two, that coughing fit sounded positively wet in a bad way. And three, you're bright red." He half-stands and leans in to reach across the table, sneaking between the long crinkled bangs to rest the back of his hand against Toshi's forehead, checking for fever. "And of course, you're acting very strangely. If you're coming down with something, I can escort you to a doctor."
All Might goes very, very still at the touch on his skin and finally looks Aizawa dead in the eyes, his own burning a bright blue like a summer's day. He reaches up and captures Aizawa's wrist, and slowly pulls it downward. "To answer your questions... I don't feel hungry at the moment, you don't need to worry about my breathing," He slowly flips Aizawa's hand over until the palm faces upwards. "...And I feel strange because... you're here." He softly presses a kiss into Aizawa's palm, still watching with an intense gaze.
Aizawa watches this procedure with a quizzical frown, which quickly washes away with understanding when those lips meet his palm. "Ah." Slowly, tentatively, he slides his palm up to gently cradle the sharp angles of Toshi's face, "So, despite everything, you WERE flirting with me." He pulls his hand free in order to sit back down, making a conscious effort not to flinch or shy away from the intensity of the stare; he's not used to being on the receiving end. "Are you sure that's wise?"
All Might clenches his hands together, resisting the urge to jump up and do something useful at the moment, like picking up after dinner. "I don't know. But I know I've wanted to kiss you ever since you woke up in the hospital room after USJ. I think it was just from being happy that you were alive... but everyday it was a little more, and a little more... like seeing your hair spread out on the couch in the lounge," He makes a frustrated sound at his own lack of words and stands up, bracing both hands on the table. "I'm not... very good at this, in this form. Forgive me."
Aizawa sighs and takes a moment to finish off what's on his plate, not letting it go to waste at least, before he stands as well, collects both dishes and the empty cat bowl, sets them in the sink, and returns to Toshi's side. "Well, be it wise or not, either way I suppose it's too late now." He reaches for one of those hands with his left to pull it away from the table, and gathers a fistful of hokey t-shirt in his right to pull the taller man down by the collar, closing the gap by leaning up on his tiptoes.
All Might sucks in a low breath and leans down, idly tangling their fingers together as he lays his mouth against Aizawa's, gently at first and then with a crushing, earnest pressure, his free hand sweeping around his back to gather him closely to a broad bony chest.
Aizawa gives a firm squeeze back to those broad fingers before he slips free of them, dragging his palm up Toshi's arm to grip tightly at his bicep, letting go of the shirt fabric in order to hook his arm up under the other shoulder, hanging on for dear life as he carefully tests the waters with a little lip-nip, tilting his head slightly to get a better angle until his toes start to falter and he lets go, sinking back to the floor. "You are WAY too tall for this, Toshi."
All Might wraps both his arms firmly around the smaller man and lifts him up so he can sit on the edge of the table, then kisses him gently again before running his tongue against Aizawa's lower lip. "Is... this easier? Aizawa... can I call you Shouta?" The tall blond ducks his head a bit and kisses down the edge of Aizawa's jaw before lightly caressing the skin on his neck with his tongue.
Aizawa gladly parts his jaws to get a better taste as he's lifted a few inches, catching a few fleeting traces of blood as he tries to get a better sample of that angular mouth, shuddering as he pulls away for a breath "Yeah, Shouta is fine." He glances down at the table as he scoots backwards onto it, wary of whether it's sturdy enough to support the weight of a person, but dismisses the concern as soon as the sudden shock of a gentle tongue dances its way along the sensitive skin he usually keeps wrapped in a scarf. The tiniest of whimpers escapes his throat, and he hooks his heels in behind Toshi's knees to draw him in closer, fingers curling tightly into the shirt fabric again.
All Might obligingly presses closer as he trades gentle licks for nips down the side of Aizawa's neck, all the way down to his collarbone where he presses his teeth into the tender skin and sucks hard, his tongue flicking across the skin between his lips. Toshi closes his hands firmly on Aizawa's hips and presses their bodies tight together, suddenly eager for contact after so much time and effort spent dancing around the subject.
Aizawa slips his fingers up under the loose hem of the ‘Eat at Joe's’ shirt, lightly raking nails against bare skin, up and around Toshi's torso until he's clinging to the bony ridges of his ribs and spine. He tilts his head and jaw obligingly for every movement against his neck, straining not to lose his composure after each one, half-nuzzling into that wiry golden hair with a deep inhale, curious to learn what sunshine incarnate smells like. "I guess I'm not the only one of us who's been slowly starving myself for a while, hm?"
All Might hisses a little at the touch of nails on his skin and lifts his head to kiss Aizawa again, teeth very gently raking his lower lip. "If... I had known sooner that you'd be interested, I wouldn't have wasted so much time, Shouta." He slides his hands downwards a little and digs his nails into the curve of Aizawa's ass, hands splayed widely. "I... think we should move off the table though..."
Aizawa jerks his head up a little to catch that last fleeting kiss just a little longer before falling back to meet Toshi's eyes with a few overwhelmed blinks. "I still think this is probably a bad idea; I kept hoping you had more sense than I did. Guess not." He shudders at the fingers gripping his rear, dwarfing him with their size until he complies and scoots off to slide down from the table, glancing down first to make sure there's no cat underfoot. "Did you have something else in mind?"
All Might reaches out to steady Aizawa, then uses the same hand to pull him close. "Right now, I just want to kiss you more... I waited for so long, Shouta." Toshi leans far down and gives the smaller man a soft, lingering kiss before pulling away, gently pulling him towards the couch they had been sitting on earlier in the living room.
Aizawa savors the embrace, leaning in against the taller man's chest until it recedes, and he's tugged back to the couch with a circular logic that would make his head spin if he cared to think about it too much. He pauses for a moment, waiting for Toshi to settle those long legs into place, ready to adapt to just about any position in order to make their bodies fit together. "Maybe I should have had another beer," he murmurs under his breath, pulse pounding in his ears.
All Might settles down on the couch, his legs stretched out across one armrest and his head and neck propped on the other. He reaches a hand out and pulls Aizawa closer, guiding him to straddle his hips so that they're nearly eye to eye. Toshi smiles a bit and pulls the pro atop him in closer for another soft kiss, his tongue gliding slowly against the roof of the smaller man’s mouth. "I'm glad you didn't, this is something I want you to remember in the morning."
Aizawa carefully braces against the couch cushions as he folds himself into place in Toshi's lap, hips flush against hips and knees digging into the thick fabric, starting to get the urge to remove some of the clothing between them, but not quite willing to do so just yet. "It's not my memories that blur from the drink. Just my inhibitions. It can be nearly impossible just to turn the brain off otherwise." He sighs and leans in to meet the kiss with a slight smile of his own, nibbling gently at the other hero's lip before he plants both palms against Toshi's chest and tilts slightly askew, returning the favor from earlier with a series of kisses along his jawbone and down his jugular.
All Might makes a soft gasping sound and tilts his head back against the couch armrest, his eyes shut and his hands stilled for a moment. "Ah Shouta..." He trembles a little and presses his hands against Aizawa's shoulder blades, quietly encouraging more nips and kisses to his sensitive throat.
Aizawa looks up at the sound of his name with a questioning hum, then grins against the claim he's staked out over Toshi's pulse point. "I take it you've got a sensitive neck too, then. And you just flaunt it around bare with no protection? Naughty..." Teasing a slow, firm grind into the lap of the Number One Hero, Aizawa trails his lips and tongue a little lower down until he reaches the collarbone, fingers of one hand gripping at the t-shirt while the other slips in behind Toshi's neck to offer support as he seals his lips against the golden skin with a bit of sucking and biting, curious to see how much effort it would take to leave a mark.
All Might draws in a hissed breath as the love bite starts to bloom against his skin, head thrown back and eyes closed. Toshi slowly sweeps his broad hands down Aizawa's back and firmly grips at his hips, straining up off the couch a little to fit their bodies more tightly together. "D-don't tease me, Shouta..." He groans quietly and sweeps one hand up to the back of Aizawa's head, sliding his fingers through tangled black locks while he trembles.
Aizawa looks up once more at his name, reluctantly loosening his jaw to let go with a soft kiss to the reddened little pucker he'd gotten going. He shudders out a throaty breath at the hands pulling his hips tighter into the lap beneath him, arching his back to meet the contact hungrily. "No teasing? That doesn't leave me with many options." He inhales sharply through his nose as those rough fingers drag against his scalp, eyes fluttering closed for a moment, before he looks back up and over Toshi's head. One hand still cradling the other teacher's neck, Aizawa reaches up with his free hand as though to return the grip into his hair, but instead bypasses him to scritch at the chin of Mara, who'd curiously poked her head and paws up over the edge of the armrest. "We've been graced by her Majesty's royal presence."
All Might blinks slowly, and tilts his head back to look at his cat upside down. He pulls an arm away to reach up and rub her head with gentle fingers. "Hello princess," He croons, his voice low and sex-charged, "Are we disturbing your naptime?" He laughs when she makes a soft ‘mrt’ in reply and keeps petting her while he slowly grinds his hips against Aizawa's.
Aizawa bites his lip and stifles a groan at the persistent pressure and friction from beneath him, sitting up to rest more of his weight further back in hopes of pinning Toshi to the cushion, arms folded over his chest. "I thought you said not to tease, you hypocrite." He slumps a little, growing fonder by the second as he watches the Symbol of Peace placate the purring pet. Reaching behind him, he hooks both hands under Toshinori's knees and pulls them up into the air until his feet are propped against the opposite armrest, forming a comfortable slope of thighs to lean back against, letting his own leg wedge down into the back of the couch, and the other hang limply over the edge.
All Might licks his lips a little unconsciously as he rakes his gaze up Aizawa's body until their eyes meet, his arm thrown back and cat temporarily on her own. The tall hero reaches up with both hands and slides his hands up the sides of Aizawa's rib cage until he can roughly rub his thumbs over stiff nipples that he can feel even through the tracksuit.
Aizawa runs his hands down the sides of Toshi's thighs with a little squeeze, allowing himself to be coaxed into arching up into those thumbs, a little too self-conscious to put on much more of a show than that. "It's not like you to give the silent treatment, Toshi. It's a little unnerving. Gives me too much time to overthink this." He swats his free leg against the couch a little, subconsciously mimicking the gesture of a cat's annoyed tail. "I'm starting to get overwhelmed, imagining work on Monday, trying to act as though this never happened." His hands wander restlessly along the taller man's thighs and hips, and he playfully tucks his fingers into the pockets of the blue sweatpants.
All Might laughs some more but stills his hands, his breath low and harsh. "Forgive me, I don't mean to be so quiet, but looking at you makes it hard to think clearly, like I'm getting drunk just from being near you." He pulls his hands back and leans up on his elbows so that he can offer the smaller man a teasing kiss, his eyes dark and heavy lidded. "If you'd ...like to stop... I can respect that, but I WANT to get drunk off of you." Toshi clenches his hands a bit on the couch cushions as he nips at Aizawa's lower lip before sucking on it gently.
"I'm trying to avoid regretting this in the morning, that's all. I'd prefer that our relationship not be affected by a momentary lapse in self-restraint." Shouta sighs softly through his nose as he slowly melts into the kiss, reaching up to drag his fingers up along Toshi's flanks, pausing with a little recoil when his fingertips brush over the rough area of scar tissue under his right hand. Pulling reluctantly away from the warmth of Toshi's mouth, he leans back again and glances up to meet the other's eyes, making sure it's okay to peek under the hem of the t-shirt.
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All Might stills and closes his eyes as his hands clench harder on the cushions, but he gives a little nod to Aizawa. He trembles as the cold air chills his skin when the t-shirt is pulled away, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable. "I... wouldn't regret it..."
"No, I suppose you wouldn't. You're already in the spotlight every day." Shouta's more mumbling to himself than anything at this point, reverently tugging up the bottom of Toshi's shirt with one hand, gently brushing over the surface of the scar with the other, seeming to almost take measure of it as he traces along where the edges meet the smoother flesh in a ragged seam. "This is massive... shit, Toshi, what did you DO? It almost resembles my elbow, now, but..." He glances back up again, his usually stoic expression drooping a little in concern, "Does it still hurt you?"
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All Might tilts his head down a bit and opens his eyes very, very slightly to look into Aizawa's eyes. "....it's what is ending my career. My body's too damaged to stay powered up as All Might for extended periods anymore, you already know about that." He gives a long, slow sigh and hunches his shoulders. "Yes, yes it does hurt; in the cold, in the winter, when I push my limits too hard, when it rains. It's a constant reminder of how I'm failing." He turns his head away, his body taut and tense. "I'm sorry. If it upsets you."
Aizawa twists to glance behind himself, making sure there are no un-covered windows, before he returns to the task of pulling up the ‘Eat at Joe’s’ shirt, tugging it up and over Toshi's head and draping it over the top of the couch before he does the same with his own long-sleeved uniform shirt. "What upsets me is your pain. I wanted to be sure I wouldn't cause any more of it." He nearly crosses his arms again, holding his right elbow in his left palm as he glances away at the floor, where Mara has settled for sleeping against the side of the couch. "I haven't gone through a winter with this new scar yet, but I did notice the rain... If the cold hurts you, I can try to add some warmth." He leans forward once more, carefully lowering himself down and sliding his pinned leg further back, until the giant sun-shaped scar is concealed beneath his bare chest. He tucks his elbows in to either side, worming his fingers under Toshi's rib cage with one hand and propping his chin up with the other, head tilted with an endearing little smile. "How's that?"
All Might lets out a slow ragged breath and tips his head downwards to look into the shorter teacher's eyes, his body slowly relaxing under the warmth and the weight. "T-thank you Shouta." Toshinori doesn't say more, he just leans forward a bit to give Aizawa another soft kiss as he wraps long arms tightly around the dark-haired man, his nails digging into flesh a little.
"Don't mention it," Shouta murmurs softly, using his elbows and knees to scoot up a couple inches, the better to meet those lips again as he shivers under the nails digging in. "Just tell me if I'm giving you trouble breathing." Slipping his arm up under Toshi's shoulder, he drapes almost his full weight atop the larger hero, supporting only a little with the toes still braced against the floor, tipping his chin up to gently slide his tongue along Toshi's lower lip, silently requesting access.
All Might eagerly parts his lips and lets Aizawa's tongue dance inside, slowly sliding his own against it. He reaches down and touches the foot still resting on the floor, then picks it up so that Aizawa's full weight is pressed down on top of him, his free hand sliding down the dark haired hero's back to tuck a few fingertips into his waistband.
Aizawa hums happily and sinks a little further against the warm body beneath him, thighs draped to either side as he hooks his feet up over Toshi's shins, reaching up to comb his fingers through the blond hair and toy idly with one of the long bangs as he tilts in to taste a little deeper, running his tongue along teeth and palate until he can nearly pick up on that twinge of lingering blood. Pulling away for a bit, he rubs his cheek against Toshi's jaw, nosing down to mutter into his ear, "Are you holding up? I'm... really enjoying this so far."
All Might nuzzles back against Aizawa's face, his own darkly dusted with a blush. "I like your weight and your warmth... I'm okay." He sighs and slides both hands down his partner's back, fingers light and rough against his skin, letting them come to rest on his lower back. "Shouta, just touch me, please. Anywhere...I just want to feel your hands."
"Hmm," Shouta agrees, pulling his arm free from under Toshi's shoulder, trailing glances of fingernails down along his right side until he reaches the waistband of the sweatpants, unable to go much farther in this position anyway. Letting the fingers of his other hand sink back into Toshi's hair, he curls them into a firm grip, tugging the pro's head back a little to get at his neck with another possessive bite. "Stay," he commands playfully through his teeth, letting go with a little lick to the skin there, pulling his hands back for just long enough to roll partially to one side, taking a plain black band from his wrist to pull his hair up away from his face in an untidy bun, then pausing to undo the buckle on his belt and tug it loose enough to grant access to the larger hands roaming at its edge. Then, satisfied, he settles back in atop Toshi's hips with his hands spread across the larger man's chest, toying gently with his nipples as payback from earlier.
All Might shudders a bit at the command but stays still until Aizawa is back in place before slipping his hands down the back of his pants to firmly grip his ass. The tall blonde digs his nails in and groans very softly as he arches his chest up under slim rough fingers. "God, I like it when you pull your hair up, it lets me see your face," He groans quietly and lets his eyes roam up and down the lean teacher's body.
Aizawa groans softly under his breath at the answer to his invitation, hips arching up into the grip with a little sway as he ducks to hide his face in the crook of Toshi's neck, his cheeks heating up gradually from the more intimate contact. He smirks a little at the compliment and plants a few warm kisses along a prominent tendon, glancing up to meet those strange, shadowed eyes. "I just didn't want to overheat too easily. Besides, my face is nowhere near as photogenic as yours." He props himself up with one elbow atop Toshi's chest, reaching up to pluck the strands of golden hair out of the way, letting them fall to the armrest in a symmetrical frame. "There, see?" He digs his phone out from his pocket and snaps a quick, clumsy, one-handed photo of the sight before him, "Picture perfect, as always."
All Might flushes a deep painful scarlet, all the way down his neck and to his chest at the sudden compliments and the surprise photo. "S-shouta!" he gasps, totally taken off guard by the surprise attack. He ducks his head a bit, unable to escape in this position.
Aizawa tilts his head curiously as he locks the phone and shoves it back into his pocket, "What, something wrong with a little keepsake?" He reaches up with one finger to trail along Toshi's jawline and lift gently at his chin, straining up to press another soft kiss to his lips, hesitant and gentle with every movement. "I can delete it if you prefer."
All Might softly kisses back, lightly darting out his tongue to brush against Aizawa's thin lips. "N-no... keep it... I have a few, of you, on my phone too. Though I'd like a better one, someday." The tall blonde suddenly surges against his smaller partner and kisses him hard, clinging to his lean body with strong hands.
Aizawa frowns in recollection "What? I don't remember you-" He suddenly gives up on talking for a while, shuddering into the heated kiss with a little whimper through his nose, eagerly parting his jaws to let All Might in, working the fingers of both hands back into the tangle of golden hair. He scoots up another couple inches, his loose pants dragging down across his hips in the process as he pulls in closer and returns the fervor in the kiss as best he can. Straddling the taller hero's navel now more than his hips, Aizawa shifts his weight to one side and pulls his leg free from the couch, sliding it up over Toshi's thigh to settle his knee between them, delivering a bit of pressure and friction to the front of the sweatpants.
All Might sucks in a breath and moans into Aizawa's mouth, unable to keep himself from grinding up against the pressure. He kisses back hard, tongue delving deeply into the smaller man's mouth as he roams his hands over bare skin and across scarred skin, suddenly a little heated. Toshi pauses with his fingers brushing against Aizawa's lower belly, quietly asking for permission.
Aizawa forgets to breathe for a while as he nearly loses himself in the kiss, his jaw aching from the effort until the fingers trailing down his front shock him back into the present. He pulls away with the heels of his palms planted on Toshi's chest and shoulder, panting to catch his breath as he sinks back down onto both knees, the one wedged up firmly against the other man's rear, keeping him pinned by one leg. "Please tell me you have an actual bed around here somewhere."
All Might blinks blearily up at Aizawa, completely lost for a moment on where he is. "Ah, of course...” He motions down the hallway with one hand, loathe to actually remove both hands from his partner's body. "It's... down that way." Toshi slides his hands up and down Aizawa's chest until the smaller man pulls away, then leverages himself off the couch with a soft groan.
Aizawa shivers a little as he loses the heat from all that direct contact, his pulse still pounding in his ears as he swiftly stands, instinctively making a grab for his sagging uniform pants, before he realizes himself and lets them fall, stepping out in nothing but his briefs, leaving the heavy pants crumpled on the floor beside Mara. "Sorry, your Majesty, but we must beg leave from your domain for now." He mocks a little bow to the orange cat, then turns and leads the way down the hallway with a coy glance back toward Toshinori, "Shall we go make some mistakes to remember?"
All Might huffs a laugh and leans against Aizawa's back, his hands gliding up and down the front of the dark-haired man's body. "Don't make fun of my cat, it's rude." Toshinori keeps pressing kisses to the soft side of Aizawa's throat and down his collarbone as they slowly weave towards the bedroom and collapse on the huge bed.
"Making fun! Of course not, just paying her the proper respects." Shouta can't help but tilt his head to the side, baring his neck for those kisses until he pulls away to keep walking, the curiosity half of his brain warring with the lonely, eager, touch-deprived half of his brain on what to look at and focus on. The battle is quickly won, however, as he can't manage to pull his eyes away, watching All Might sink down onto the bed the size of Rhode Island - and nearly fill it, too. Shouta practically vaults up to join him on the duvet, resuming almost the same position they'd left for continuity's sake, settling in for another kiss with his belly against the giant scar, arms around Toshi's shoulders, and left knee grinding carefully against the front of those sweatpants.
All Might tosses his head back a little as he grinds his hips downward on Aizawa's thigh, a soft gasp catching in his throat. Toshinori swiftly slides his palm back down the front of the smaller man's chest and into the front of his briefs, lightly combing through the dark curls before wrapping his hand tightly around Aizawa's dick, stroking the back of his partner's neck as they kiss.
Aizawa grins and shifts his hips a little to hook his knee in at a better angle, getting a kick out of teasing the Symbol of Peace, his breath hot against Toshi's hairline as he nibbles and kisses at one ear, but suddenly there's a giant hand teasing him right back and he can't help but jerk up into it, a soft whimper escaping his throat, still embarrassingly loud to his ears. "Sheesh, Toshi, you..." Suddenly rendered uncharacteristically speechless, Shouta resorts to a soft growl of frustration and a firm raking of nails down the opposite flank of his tormentor. Trying to steady his breathing, Aizawa squeezes his eyes shut and nudges his chin against Yagi's temple, resting his lips there as he takes a deep, shaky breath through his nose as he shifts his foot downwards, planting his heel against the mattress to get better leverage into the fingers enveloping him.
All Might stills for a moment and peers up at Aizawa's face through messy bangs, then slowly starts stroking his fingers up and down sides of his partner's cock while his calloused thumb gently glides over the head. Toshi tips his head up and very softly rests his lips against Aizawa's, almost a kiss but not quite, his breath hot and excited but slow against Aizawa's face.
Aizawa hardly notices the shift against his lips until they're met with Toshi's, and he falls effortlessly back into kissing him, hard and bittersweet and brief, dipping in with his tongue one moment, panting against his mouth with a slack jaw the next as he writhes in place, dragging his leg out from between the longer ones. "This isn't fair, Toshi." Aizawa copies the move Toshi had used on him, and slides his palm down the long planes of the other hero's abdomen, gently shoving his arm up and away as he follows the course down to push insistently at the band of the sweatpants, trying to get them freed from over his hips.
All Might leans back obligingly on his elbows so that he can lift his hips off the bed, his hair messy and lips swollen from Aizawa's rough kisses. He lifts his hand and idly licks a bead of precum off of his thumb, his eyes burning into Aizawa's the whole time.
Aizawa finishes discarding the pants, shoving them further down the bed with his foot as he swings his leg back over to straddle Toshi's hips once more, rolling his eyes a bit at the lewd gesture. "Yes yes, we all know, the great and powerful All Might is sooo sexy." He rests his weight on his palms, digging into the taller hero's lower abdomen as he hunches his shoulders, fixing him with an even glare. "Now, million dollar question Toshi, do you have a condom, because I sure as fuck was not planning on this when you invited me over to come meet your cat."
All Might tosses his head back and laughs at Aizawa's biting sarcasm, suddenly loose and giddy with excitement. "You could at least let me try to pretend to be a LITTLE sexy, Shouta! I wanted to try it out on you!" Toshinori laughs a little more and brushes a hand through his hair, combing it away from his eyes as he reaches to pull a condom and a small bottle of lube out of his nightstand beside the bed. "I can see that doesn't work on you at all though!"
Aizawa grins and watches the mighty hero break down into laughter, sneaking back up far enough to plant a fond kiss to his forehead. "Silly Toshinori. You don't have to TRY." He rolls to one knee, makes quick work of shimmying out of his briefs, then takes the offered condom and settles back in atop Toshi's hips, seemingly his favorite perch now. He tears the foil open, rolls it onto himself in one eager stroke, and freezes in place, his eyes going wide as he pulls his hand away, leaving the tent of a condom hanging loosely from him, only halfway unrolled. "What the... Why is this so big."
All Might tosses his head back and laughs long and hard with one hand over his face at Aizawa's bemused expression, his whole body trembling as he laughs. “Ahahaha, I didn't think, I'm sorry! They're sized for me!” Toshi sputters some, still laughing, his body shaking under Aizawa's legs.
"Sized... for... oh no..." With a dawning horror creeping over him, Aizawa pulls the condom off, reaches back to brace himself against Toshi's thighs, and swings into a fancy maneuver, flipping around to straddle his belly, now facing the other direction. More than a little impatient now, he jerks the waistband of All Might's boxers down past his knees, getting a good look at what they're dealing with. "oh NO." He twists back to glare at Toshi with an indignant gesture in the general direction of his most recent discovery, "You asshole! What am I supposed to do with that?!?" He groans in frustration and lets himself fall backwards and to the side a little, landing next to Toshi on the pillow, and then rolling onto his side to face him, mood flagging a little, but still earnest. "Okay, so we need to talk." He reaches across the other man's chest, holding him gently to keep either of them from pulling away.
All Might reaches over and catches Aizawa up in his arms, still laughing a little but calming down. "Is it... too much?" He asks with a little half smile, this situation having come up before in the past, with other people. "I can understand if you... change your mind."
Aizawa sighs and nudges in to rest his forehead against Toshi's, letting his eyes sink closed for a moment. "Back in my college days? I could have handled you, no problem. And with some time and effort, I'm sure I could once again. But I'm out of practice now. Have been for a long time." He lifts his head to glance back down again, just confirming what he'd seen earlier with a small gulp. "Long enough now that, since I'm not showing any symptoms, it's a pretty good bet that I'm clean. I didn't get a chance to get tested, since this was a surprise. What about you?"
All Might lifts a shoulder a bit and runs a hand down the scar on his chest, half shrugging. "I haven't been with anyone in five years. Not since..." He trails off with a little melancholy look in his eyes before shutting them and resting his body quietly against Aizawa's.
Aizawa frowns, "No? Why not?" He follows the larger hand with his own, resting his palm flat in the middle of the rough, messy starburst pattern for a while, then he shifts it to lay over Toshi's heart instead, tilting his jaw up and over to catch the older hero in another kiss, as tender now as the first one they'd shared that night. "For what it's worth, I'm glad you decided to break your streak."
All Might kisses back very gently, his strange eyes dark but glowing a gentle blue. "I'm afraid of being hurt again, so I didn't want anyone close enough to touch. I'm glad that it's you." The taller man tilts his head and gently kisses over the scar on Aizawa's face, the one right under his eye, his own eyes full of soft tenderness.
Aizawa smiles wistfully and nods along a little, pausing under the lips to his cheek, as he meets Toshi's gaze with a little shiver at the intimacy, and at the air cooling now that they've slowed down. He cuddles in a little closer, trailing his hand further down past the scarring, watching the other man's expression as he tentatively runs his fingertips along the impressive length and back again, pausing with his hand suspended between them. "So... I'm willing to keep going if you are, it sounds safe enough for me to go bareback. If you're still in the mood."
All Might sucks in a very quiet breath and nods, his whole body suddenly throbbing with his pulse. Toshi nods quietly and draws his fingertips along the deep chevron of Aizawa's hips, nails lightly scratching against skin, "I think I can pretty easily be convinced into that..." He laughs a little and runs the pad of his thumb across the fold at the top of Aizawa's upper thigh and then down the inside curve.
Aizawa grins a little more broadly, leaning into the soft petting with a hum of approval. "There, see? Sexy without trying. And you were a sight for sore eyes when you were laughing earlier at my expense." He lowers his hand back down, wrapping it firmly around the base of Toshi's cock with a playful squeeze and an upward stroke, leaving a kiss on his chin with a wink and a little smirk, "Trust me, I know sore eyes."
All Might laughs a little breathlessly and slides his rough hand slowly up the side of Aizawa's rib cage, his hips jolting a little at the friction. "I-is that a joke, at your own expense... haha..." The taller hero gasps a little and bites his lower lip as he slides his hand up to roughly grasp at Aizawa's shoulder.
Aizawa lets go for just long enough to gently push Toshi's shoulder back down to the mattress and swing his legs up and over to kneel between his thighs, scooting in closer to clumsily gather up both shafts in his left hand, stroking idly over them in tandem, as he fishes around on the duvet to grab the little bottle of lube in his right. He holds it up and chuffs softly to himself, "Speaking of my college days, you know, I once had a little bottle like this that looked remarkably like my eye drops. THAT only takes one mix-up to learn not to keep them in the same drawer." He pops the cap open and drizzles a copious amount of the clear fluid over the bouquet in his left hand, taking a moment to spread it around, then flips the bottle over in his fingers and manages to collect a little pool of it in his right palm before capping the bottle and dropping it to the side. "Here, prop your knees up for me?"
All Might has his head thrown back as he trembles under Aizawa's grasp, making soft little noises while his hands clench in the duvet. He manages a shaky laugh that unravels into a moan as they slide slickly together, his back arching a little. "Ah... okay..." He slowly shifts his legs and shyly spreads them apart, trembling a bit in the cool air as he leans back on one elbow, reaching forward with his free hand to comb fingers through Aizawa's tangled hair.
Aizawa leans greedily into the petting, grimacing a little as those fingers catch on the band holding the hair out of his face; a regrettable trade-off. He mentally shakes himself back into re-focusing on the tasks at hand, pulling out of the little bundle in his left hand as he continues to slowly stroke along Toshi's length. Folding his fingers into the puddle in his right palm before ducking in between Toshi's cheeks to spread the lube around evenly, Shouta angles his wrist to push firmly up against the tight muscles there with a slick, two-fingered massage. He glances back up to check on Toshi, admiring the arc of his neck against the pillows. "How's that so far?"
All Might groans very softly as the two fingers slide into him, his eyes sinking shut. "It feels like it's been too damn long..." He huffs a laugh and gasps a little as Aizawa’s fingers rub up against his prostate, the stimulation from both hands causing him to squirm between them. Toshinori sucks in a breath sharply and trembles, his hands clenching in the duvet that he very suddenly doesn't care much about.
Aizawa hums deep in his throat at the sight of All Might coming undone like this, almost enjoying the show too much to act on it... Wrenching his gaze away, he twists his palm and adds a third finger for good measure, giving Toshi a little time to acclimate, checking constantly for any signs of pain. "Alright, you seem just about ready. Still feeling okay?" He shuffles a little closer on his knees, and lets go with his left hand to steady Toshi's hips instead, ready to make the switch when allowed.
"I'm fine..." Toshinori lays back panting a bit, flushed red and lightly beaded with sweat. He pushes back damp bangs with one hand as he uses the other to tug at Aizawa, his body trembling with want. "Do-don't think you have to be so gentle on me, Shouta, I'm not that fragile."
Aizawa twists his lips a little at the admonishment, pulling his right hand free as he leans in close, looming over Toshi's body as he goes, still keeping eye contact as he plants a soft kiss to the edge of the giant scar. "You were afraid of being hurt again... I'm afraid to hurt you. Just promise you'll tell me if I do." Pulling back, he uses the leftover lube to slick himself over once more, then slides a thumb in to help pull the cheeks apart as he carefully probes his way in and, finding his mark, slowly sinks home with a soft groan of relief.
All Might lets out a low moan as his toes curl, then shifts his legs to hook them over Aizawa's hips to pull him even closer, throaty whimpers tumbling out of his mouth as their hips finally press tight together. He keeps one hand clenched tightly on the duvet, the other reaching up to stroke down Aizawa's lean throat and across his chest, consumed with a need to just touch. "I trust you," Toshi whimpers softly, his eyes partly open and shining through his lashes.
Leaning hungrily into the gentle fingers, Shouta catches Toshi's wrist in his grasp and mirrors their realization over dinner by turning the larger hand over and planting a soft kiss into his palm. Shouta glances up to meet Toshi's eyes with an odd fluttering sensation in his chest at those words, his legs faltering for a moment before he doubles down and lets go of the wrist to wrap his fingers back around that considerable girth instead. Slowly at first, he backs out with his hips a few inches, trying to time things in tandem between thrusting and pumping, but his focus frays when the legs against his back pull him in harder, breaking up his rhythm into a loose parry of need.
All Might jolts his hips up into Shouta's grip as he gasps, his nerves on fire. Toshinori makes lewd little whimpers and moans as he rocks his hips back and forth, his hands clenching tightly enough to hurt in the abused duvet. He arches his scar-marked body upwards, moaning low and loudly, his voice wanton and pleading. "Ah Shouta, S-shouta...!"
Aizawa shudders at the sound of his name on Toshi's lips like that and reaches up with both arms to tuck up under the taller hero's arched back, pulling in closer against him as he slides in flush atop him, still pushing in as fast and deep as he can from the new angle, using their two conjoined bodies to trap Toshi between them, applying a rough friction as he holds tightly 'round the waist of the pleading mess in his arms "I've got you, Tosh. You're safe."
All Might links his hands together around the back of Shouta's neck as he moans loudly, "Shouta...I can't..." The tall blond sucks in a breath and bites down on his lower lip hard as he cums, spurt after sticky spurt coating their chests and stomachs as his back arches sharply and his breath comes in sharp gasps.
Shouta whimpers softly at the hands on his neck and the sudden slick heat between them, drawing back slowly to drag his nails down to grip at Toshi's hips with both hands, finally allowing himself to work up into that frenzy, chasing the edge to spill over into the warm depths of Toshi's abused body. A weak wave of guilt accompanies the pleasure, berating himself while simultaneously losing himself in a silent, agape worship of his own personal sun god. "Jesus, Toshinori..." He holds the pose for a long few seconds, still twitching and throbbing in time with the pulse ringing in his ears, until it dies down and he shifts a little and slides out, collapsing to Toshi's side to catch his breath with a shaky smile up at the other’s face. "Why didn't we do this sooner," he laments softly, straining up to plant a tired kiss to Toshi's cheek.
All Might heaves softly for breath and turns his head to capture Aizawa's lips with his own, giving him a kiss both tender and fierce at the same time. He gasps for breath and nuzzles up against the side of Shouta's throat, exhausted and weak, his limbs shaking a little as he pants. "Be-because we're fools, Shouta..."