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“Move over Aizawa, it seems like I’ve exhausted myself early today.”
Aizawa pulls All Might in closer, gently tugging those long limbs in to fold into a tight hug. “You've gotta be kinder to yourself, for me, please.” He pets at his head for a while, eventually working a few fingers into the golden fray to massage his scalp. "You should eat again. Maybe sleep some." He gestures at the box of leftover pizza from an earlier staff meeting.
All Might makes a small humming sound and snuggles back against Aizawa's body, feeling incredibly touchy-feely at the moment, grateful for the quiet privacy of the teacher’s lounge. "You know what would make me feel better?" He follows Aizawa's gesture to the pizza box, and leans over to peer inside, "Oh, pizza! My one true love!" Grinning playfully, he grabs a slice and digs in.
"Hmm? What were you going to say," Shouta drawls idly as he lets his arm slide down to drape around Toshinori's waist.
All Might blushes some and tugs on Aizawa's hair to bring his ear to mouth level and breifly whispers into it, feeling a bit shy today.
Aizawa leans in closer to hear better, his fingers splaying firmly against All Might's back for support, "Oh yeah? If you want... Finish your pizza though, then see if you still have an appetite after that." All Might quietly nibbles on his pizza slice, his face burning red. Shouta only smirks and smooches his forehead, "See, we'll get you feeling better in no time." Uncharacteristically nonverbal for the time being, All Might hums some and licks his fingers clean before he cuddles up against Aizawa's body. Eraserhead, in turn, steals the other slice of pizza and snacks on it with one hand, still petting affectionately at Toshi's head with the other. Aizawa rubs over his shoulders and pulls him in closer with one arm, as he finishes off the snack and reaches into his pocket for his phone, checking his emails as his partner finishes eating- Aizawa has noticed from spending time with the Symbol of Peace that he tends to chew his snacks very thoroughly, probably as a dietary need, which can take an inordinately longer span of time. The younger hero finds he doesn't mind, though, and Toshinori finishes soon enough, cuddling back in against his side. Aizawa glances over and gives a soft squeeze to his shoulder with one hand, the other still tapping away at his phone. “Maybe get a little shut-eye for a bit, I have to answer this email. Time sensitive, won't be but a few minutes.”
“Mmmm I'm not in the mood to sleep. But go ahead, I'll be here.” Long lean arms wrap around Aizawa as Toshinori just listens to him breathe while he takes care of business. Aizawa finishes the email and glances quickly at All Might with a little quirk of his lips, not saying anything as he finds something else to read one-handed, still idly trailing gentle fingers through golden hair as he wonders juuuust how long the other hero's patience will hold out. Eventually, All Might tilts his head a bit and rubs his cheek against Aizawa's chest. “That's... a long email.” He huffs a bit and rubs one of his hands across Aizawa's chest, idly stroking his ribs and abs until he can run his fingers across a pec, seeking out and gently teasing at a nipple.
Aizawa squeezes gently at the nape of Toshi' neck, lifting an eyebrow as he watches the wandering hand with a fond little smile, “Mhm...” He bites his lip a little at the fingers deliberately teasing at him, and slips his fingers down the back of Toshi's collar, still tapping away at the phone with his thumb.
All Might leans up and nuzzles at Aizawa's neck, using his other hand to tug away the scarf hiding it, setting the capture weapon by the pizza box to free up more of that vulnerable skin. “Are you almost done, Shouta?” He gives little nips and kisses along the scruffy man's jawline and up to his earlobe, getting a little impatient.
Aizawa turns his head to meet the kisses with a tender peck, eyes still glued to his phone “Allllmost...” He can't help but chuckle softly, tilting into the nips to accommodate.
“Shoooo~ooouta...”
Aizawa glances over and licks his lips, “Yes?”
Toshi purrs a little in a deep baritone directly into Aizawa's ear, the hand on his chest gliding right down to the front of his pants, his palm lightly grinding against the fabric. “Hurry up.”
Aizawa shivers a little and closes the Angry Birds app he hadn't really been doing very well at anyway, setting the phone aside to free up the hand not already snaked halfway down Toshi's back there. He hooks a couple fingers under that pointed chin, giving the needy hero his undivided attention and solid eye contact, “Now, I believe there was something you wanted?” Eraserhead shifts in his seat a little, legs spreading infinitesimally farther apart.
Toshinori laughs a bit more and gently sucks at Aizawa's earlobe, his hand idly rocking against the smaller man's crotch as his teeth dig in to the tender flesh. "Mm, it's something I know YOU wanted, and I'm happy to give," He chuckles, nosing into the tangled black hair.
Aizawa twists in his seat, careful not to crush or trap the hand between his thighs, as he pulls his hand from the back of Yagi's shirt and swiftly runs it up the front instead. "Ah, and here I thought you said this would make you feel better," He murmurs softly, dragging his nails down the other man's front, careful not to catch on the ragged edges of his scar. He reaches up with his other hand to gently separate those pearly whites from his ear, and pull Toshi in for a more proper kiss.
The lanky blonde presses into the kiss with an almost languid air, his tongue dipping in to Aizawa's to slowly slide together, tasting and teasing until he fits his mouth tightly over the younger teacher's with a purr of contentment. His roaming hand slides up and down the front of Aizawa's pants, searching for the small metal zipper tab blindly. Aizawa doesn't have the heart to tell him that there IS no zipper on this particular set of jumpsuit bottoms, he just grabs Toshi's wrist and shoves it down the front of his waistband to save time. Toshinori slides his hand in greedily and tucks his fingers past the top of Aizawa's briefs to cup at his shaft, fingers rough and teasing. Aizawa sinks into the couch a couple inches, letting his legs drift apart a little farther as he pulls Toshi in closer by the shirt. The tall blonde leans in for a swift kiss before pulling away to nip at his lips tauntingly.
"Mm, Aizawa Shouta can't think of a witty lesson to tease me with, hmm? I guess I'll have to teach you something, then." Toshinori reaches up with his free hand and buries it in Aizawa's tangled hair, gripping a handful and giving it a little yank.
The rough handling of his hair is enough of a shock to draw out a gasp from the captive hero, and he lets his neck go loose and pliant, following the grip as he tries to bite back a soft whine, his hands bracing against the armrest and Toshi's chest. "I am... nothing if not a... life-long learner," he croons softly, his breath already uneven from the small bit of teasing along his length.
"Mm, well here's lesson one, then..." The tall blonde laughs and slides his hand out of Aizawa's hair and down his body to push both pants and briefs down his pale thighs in one slow, steady stroke. Having freed his objective from a clothy prison, he returns his hand back up to cup and cradle the shorter teacher's sac, palm reverently cushioning its weight while his other thumb glides slowly over the smooth head, fingers almost idly stroking the underside.
Aizawa lifts his hips cooperatively before settling back in on the couch, hoping somewhere in the back of his mind that they're the first ones to do this in the teacher's lounge, but knowing just the same that they're not... But before he can worry too much about the cleanliness of the couch against his rear, those long fingers are teasing him all over again and he subconsciously mimics the gesture across Toshinori's chest, his nails ghosting over scarred and smooth skin alike. "What lesson..."
Toshinori can't help but grin playfully as he wriggles down to kneel on the floor and leans in with his shoulders between his lover's legs, ducking his head to quickly flick his tongue up the underside of Aizawa's cock. He very delicately brushes his teeth across tender skin, flicking his tongue against one prominent vein. "I'm teaching you want how nice it is to be good to your boyfriend, Shouta. You get rewards like this more often."
With his head pressed into the cushion to get a better look at the show, Aizawa reaches with one hand to cradle the side of Toshi's face, shivering a little more as that tongue teases along a sensitive area, sending sparks flying up his spine. "When have I ever not been good to you," He whines softly, letting his fingers trace around the shell of Yagi's ear.
The gaunt blonde turns his head to plant a kiss silently to Shouta's palm, an unspoken callback to that first night they'd had together, before he turns back to swallow him down with one fluid lunge of his head. He presses into the apex of Aizawa's hips, eyes half closed and nose buried in dark curls as his tongue works along the underside quickly. He pulls back and repeats the motion much more slowly, this time his eyes completely open and staring directly into Aizawa's.
That sudden change of pace sends Aizawa reeling, his back and neck arching away from the couch in a quick gasp as his fingers curl tightly into Toshi's hair, a futile attempt to hold him steady. As the soft tongue drags back across his skin, Shouta can nearly FEEL the eyes on him, so he digs the nails of his free hand into the armrest and struggles to pull himself together enough to glance down, nearly losing it right then and there at the sight of Yagi with his mouth full, trying to stare into his soul as he milks him for pleasure. "Trying too hard again, huh Toshi?"
Toshinori pulls his lips all the way back and off of the throbbing shaft in his mouth before he laughs again, low and throaty this time. "No, no, I don't think that I'm trying hard enough, in this case." He leans forward to lap at the underside of the head of his lover's cock with little kitten licks, slowly progressing to broad swipes of his tongue across the flushed red tip.
Shouta's fingers loosen their grip when the rookie teacher pauses to speak, giving enough time for Aizawa to add his other hand into the fray until those golden locks are positively rumpled, and the loose gentle grip slowly tightens into a tight stranglehold as that tongue covers more and more ground. Squirming a little in place, Shouta is caught somewhere between trying to pull Toshi's head in closer or push his hips up to meet him, and clumsily working a leg in underneath the lanky hero to try to add a bit of pressure between his legs as well. But Toshi only laughs through his nose and slaps the leg away, not interested in any reciprocation at the moment, before he reaches up to slide both hands along the bare skin on the inseam of Aizawa's thighs to push them wider apart, his hot mouth sliding down with little kisses and licks before he closes it around Aizawa's sac, very gently sucking as his tongue presses the balls back and forth slowly. He hums a little, playful against the extremely tender skin. With a soft groan of frustration from the silent rejection and the constant teasing, Aizawa tucks his leg back in against the couch, using it for better leverage up off the cushion and into the hot mouth lapping at him mercilessly. "Toshi..." As the focus of those lips seems to shift downwards, Shouta tilts his hips upward responsively, spreading his thighs a little wider as he absentmindedly draws one hand back from his grip in the blonde hair, the better to wrap around himself for a bit of heat and pressure while Yagi is busy elsewhere.
With a quick playful peek upwards, Toshinori pulls his mouth away and runs his tongue over Shouta's fingers, darting between them to tease the delicate flesh of his shaft. "Here, let me," He practically purrs and gently pulls the hand out of his way before sinking his mouth down over his lover's cock again, a smear of precum sliding down the middle of his tongue. He grins a little at the taste and works his mouth up and down, pausing to give a playful suck or swallow, the head rubbing against the back of his throat every time he noses into the dark black curls at the base.
With a soft whine as his hand is tugged away, Shouta tries to make a grab for Yagi's wrist in order to tug those long fingers down lower to repeat what they'd done in the shower and in the back seat of Toshi's car, craving that extra spark of pleasure. "Please, Toshi... I..." But it must be something to do with absence making the dick grow fonder, for when Toshi deigns to replace Aizawa's grip with a warm gullet, the sudden rush of sensation and the warm breath across his groin is enough to force a sudden release, sending a second course down Yagi's throat to join the pizza.
The blonde man croons a little as he feels this lover shudder and spurt in his mouth, gently sucking until the last of the tremors have died away. He sits back a little and tilts his head back, swallowing the seed with a tidy gulp before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He laughs and leans in with his hands on the seat to press soft kisses on Shouta's lower belly, looking up at him through a veil of tousled bangs. "You know, I can give you a few minutes to calm down first, if you'd still like for me to do that." He suggestively swipes one large thumb up and back along the length of Shouta's perineum to illustrate his offer.
Left panting against the back of the couch, his legs hanging slack, Aizawa glances downward at the sound of the suggestion. With a labored gulp, Shouta shakes his head and reaches for Toshi's shirt to pull him up by the shoulders. "Get up here and cuddle me, you dork." Letting out an almost giddy laugh, the blond teacher wriggles upwards to press his lanky body against Shouta's, and wraps both arms around his neck and shoulders as a temporary replacement for the scarf. He nuzzles close, content for the moment. Still caught up in the euphoric afterglow, Aizawa smiles along and snuggles into the taller man's arms, returning the embrace with an arm around his bony waist and a kiss to his neck. "Feeling better?"
Toshinori nods a little and reaches up to stroke Aizawa's hair with slow fingers. "Mm, yeah, more like myself. Did you like it?" He presses a few kisses to the underside of Shouta's jaw with a relaxed and tender demeanor.
"Like yourself?" Aizawa frowns a little and tilts his head, both a questioning gesture and a response to the kisses. "What were you before, if not yourself," he hums softly, eyes drooping shut from the pampering fingers in his hair as his heart rate starts to return to normal. The question from Yagi goes unanswered, at least verbally, but the two hands slipped up under the shirt of the Symbol of Peace seem to do most of the talking- one splayed over the man's heart, the other across the center of the big, vulnerable scar. This purposeful mannerism seems to have become a favored, if secret, means to show solidarity and companionship, wrapped in a subtle layer of protectiveness that Shouta could never quite satisfyingly put into words if he tried. Toshi makes a soft disparaging laughing sound at the question, and raises his head to lay his mouth on Shouta's, giving a slow, deep, thoughtful kiss, letting his fingers trace slow patterns into the tangled black hair. He wriggles a little against the hands on his torso, a fluttery feeling rising in his chest, then settling a bit as they still atop his vital points. Shouta meets the kiss eagerly enough, though he'd want to remember to revisit the question at a later time. Letting his jaw go loose to let that talented tongue in, he wrinkles his nose and pulls away for a moment, "You taste funny now..." But that's all the heed he pays it before running both hands up to hook gently onto Toshi's shoulders as he sinks back into the kiss with a contented hum.
Toshi pulls back for a bit, and laughs loudly, "I taste like you! What'd you think I'd taste like, those sour gummy candies you like so much?" He wriggles and wedges his lean body more firmly between Shouta's legs, body firmly pressed up against his still bare lap.
"Frankly I'm disappointed, I'd have thought by now I would taste like a sour gummy candy." Aizawa deadpans for a moment before he breaks into a little chuckle and shucks his pants off completely, then falls back across the length of the couch, pulling Toshi down with him, the better to wrap his legs up around the other's hips, enjoying the soft silk texture of the yellow suit against his bare skin.
Toshinori laughs and drops a few kisses on Shouta's face, bright and playful like spring rain as he lightly rocks his hips forward. "Mm Shouta..." The blonde purrs a little, rubbing his bare cheek against the gruff teacher's stubble, "You're making me feel playful."
Aizawa hums and rubs back, running his fingernails up under the back of Toshi's shirt again, tracing along either side of his spine as he grinds his rear slowly up against the hips pinning him to the couch. "I like you playful," he drawls softly, slipping one hand out of the shirt to comb it through Yagi's hair again and pull him in a little closer by the back of the head, "It's better than... not yourself."
All Might lets himself be pulled in close, his lips drifting across Shouta's slim ones slowly before pressing a long kiss to his mouth with a little croon of pleasure, his eyes drifting shut. He arches his back to hold himself in place while he uses both hands to tug down his suit pants and boxers so that he can rub his heated flesh against Aizawa's body slowly. "Mm, me too. The other feeling I had earlier... isn't really me. I'd rather be your laughing ray of sunshine," He teases playfully as he pauses to breathe for a minute.
Perfectly content to just stay and kiss for a while longer, Shouta relaxes against the armrest and admires the view above him, watching with a lazy interest as Toshinori pulls away long enough to adjust his pants. When the larger teacher settles back in between his thighs, Aizawa's eyes go wide at the realization that the last layer of clothing separating their lower halves has been cast aside, and that firm shaft rubbing up against his hindquarters is enough to get Shouta's gut roiling all over again, as responsive and needy as though he were back in his prime in college once more. "oh god..." Pulling back to meet Toshi's eyes, Aizawa's hands tremble a little against his back as he tries to smile bravely up at him. "I guess that jig is up, then, huh? You knew I'd been thinking of you as the sun, all along."
Toshinori hesitates when he hears the quaver in that voice, and he raises his upper body up on his hands as he forces his lower body to fall still. "Shouta, we don't... we don't have to, if you're not ready. I want you to enjoy this when we get to it, you know that." He leans down and gently presses kisses all over his smaller lover's face, soft tender loving kisses, before pulling away with a groan to look for his pants that he had carelessly tossed aside.
Aizawa chuffs softly at the barrage of kisses, his eyes falling shut until Toshi starts to pull away, at which point he reaches out to grab him by the shirt collar, narrowing his eyes slightly as he pushes his shins down against the other teacher's rear, pulling their bodies closer together again. His pulse accelerated all over again, Shouta's voice seems somehow coarser than usual, "Try me."
The rangy blonde makes a low hungry noise as their hips grind together, and he thrusts back against his lover's hard, scarred body. "I'd love to, but I don't think either of us are prepared for this right now," He huffs as he rocks into the cradle of Aizawa's thighs, his body tensed and his hands clenched on the couch cushions hard enough to make his knuckles hurt.
"Hold that thought..." Aizawa places a gentle shushing finger across Toshi's lips as he goes rooting around with the other hand, delving between the couch cushions and back. "I overheard Hizashi bragging once about how he kept a- YES." Pulling his arm out with a triumphant flourish, Aizawa procures a decently-sized bottle of lube from the depths of the couch. It's pink and full of body glitter, but it'll do in a hurry. Waving it in range of Yagi's line of vision, Shouta grins that manic smile which could frighten small children, "Does this change your answer?"
Toshinori looks mildly taken aback at the sudden production of said lube, especially being full of... glitter, but he reaches up and takes the bottle with a sudden slow grin, one that lights his face all the way up to his eyes. "Y-yes, I think that will do in a pinch. How did no one else notice this was here?" The blonde teacher shakes his head and sits back with a low groan, resting on his knees. "Turn over for me," He can't help but pause to rake his lover's half clothed body up and down with his eyes, "And we can appreciate Mic's thoughtful generosity."
Aizawa chuckles and shakes his head, "I'm sure somebody has noticed it by now, but maybe they figured it best to leave it there." He props himself up on his elbows and heels before flipping over in place to rest the brunt of his weight on his chest, draped over the armrest. "Plus, these cushions are ridiculously over-stuffed. I'm sure that helps." Shuffling his ankles apart a little more to make room, he glances over his shoulder to return the heated gaze. "You know what to do, right?"
The taller man leans forward and plants a kiss right on Shouta's right buttock before ducking his chin to give it a little nip. "Of course I do. Don't worry, I'll take care of you," He promises with a little chuckle, "I'm not that out of practice!" With a small popping sound he flips open the lid to the bottle of lube and pours some into his palm, rubbing his fingers together to warm it up before sliding two slicked-up digits teasingly along the smaller man's hole, leaving a thick trail of lube and body glitter in his wake. He makes idle circles for a minute against the clenched muscle, gently pressing with his fingers and murmuring a soft "Relax" to his partner.
"Okay. I'm holding you to that," Aizawa mutters softly and turns back around to face forward again, the implicit I trust you drifting unsaid between them. As the slick fingers meet his skin and slide between his cheeks, the younger man can feel his face heating up at the compromising position, and he hangs his head limply over the edge of the couch to let his hair mask him at least a little. The encouragement from Toshi behind him is a little helpful, keeping him grounded as he tries to regain a more conscious control over muscles he hasn't had much use for in about a decade. "I'm... As relaxed as I'll ever be."
Toshi makes a small hum and slides his free hand up Aizawa's spine to grab a handful of tangled black hair, gently tugging it backwards. "I need you to relax, Shouta... I don't want you getting hurt, okay?" He tugs a bit harder, knowing how much of a weakness his lover has for a grip against his scalp.
Sure enough, the firm tug to his hair sends a shudder down Shouta's back until the erasure hero is loose and pliant once again, nearly boneless in Toshi's grasp. "Okay..." With a deep sigh, he sinks in against the back of the couch to his left, glancing back at Toshi for another second or two, a hint of a smile playing over his features. Toshinori leans up and gently presses a few kisses to Shouta's lower back as he nudges his fingers into his lover's clenched hole carefully, keeping a firm grip on the mass of black locks tangled in his other hand. He slowly slides his fingers in and out of Shouta's body, questing and eventually finding that internal spot he knows that the gruff teacher will come undone over.
A soft groan escapes Aizawa's throat as those fingers push their way into him, suddenly becoming the narrow focus of his undivided attention. Halfway suspended by the grip in his hair, Shouta's legs part a little further as he rolls his hips back to eagerly meet Yagi's hand, letting out another breathy whine when those firm fingertips brush across his prostate, his own fingers clenched tightly into the couch fabric. "Ffffuckkk... I have been needing this..."
Toshinori offers a little wordless murmur in reply as he works his fingers in and out, rubbing little circles against the tender spot every time he slides his hand back in deep enough to feel it. He leans down and nuzzles at the smaller man's bare lower back, tenderly alternating between soft kisses and toothy nips. "Right there," he croons quietly, his breath hitching a bit to see Shouta thrusting his hips down against him. A third finger joins the first two as the lanky blonde presses his hand in deeply and holds it there, while his other hand draws back on the black mane again, the display of wanton neediness sending a hot jolt right down to his dick.
Aizawa sucks in a breath through his teeth and bites his lip as the additional finger slides in, bringing a light burning sting as it stretches him back open again, re-learning his limits after such a long dry spell. The short pause in movement leaves him gasping, but able to pay more attention to the lips against his back and the fingers tugging at his hair. Letting his head hang limply from the grip, Shouta lets his eyes fall shut for a while as he tries to regulate his breathing, taking note as his refractory period fades away into the dull throb of his pulse, ringing in his ears and pressing in around those three fingers from all sides.
The lanky blonde quirks a little grin against his lover's soft skin as he begins to slide his fingers in and out, taking care to spread them periodically. Every time he pushes his long fingers inward, he lightly strokes and rubs the tips against Shouta's prostate, doing his best to help get the dark-haired man to relax. "Mm, how're you holding up," Toshinori questions softly as the soft little pants and moans coming from Shouta's mouth cause his heart to race, pounding a bit in his ears.
"Mmmmff," Shouta growls softly into the armrest, pulling his knees up a little underneath him in order to rock back and down, eager for more of the stimulation teasing into him until he's hard and aching with need all over again. At the query from somewhere over his back, he digs his fingers into the fabric and tucks his chin into the crook of his elbow, glancing back as he absentmindedly tries to form his state of being into words. After a moment's hesitation, his voice comes out strained and a little hoarse, "More..."
With a soft groan of yearning, Toshinori slides his fingers away while he busies his mouth with biting and sucking roughly on the pale skin under his mouth, love bites blooming darkly across Shouta's lower back and up his spine. Quickly, he grabs for the bottle of lube and smears a generous amount down his shaft, pulling his mouth away from Shouta's skin so that he can adjust his position to line their bodies up, one hand still tangled in his lover's hair that he tugs on from time to time.
An embarrassingly loud whimper escapes the throat of the usually stone-faced teacher as those fingers withdraw, leaving him feeling empty for a while as the cool air hits his slicked-up skin and damp bite marks. Shouta takes a deep, shuddering breath and tries to focus on the fingers in his hair and not on the sudden absence of warmth against his back as Toshi pulls away. Only through a concentrated effort of will is he able to wait it out without accidentally clenching up again in anticipation, channeling the impulse into his fingers instead. "Hurry," he urges softly, not sure how much longer he can hold out, but quickly adds as an afterthought, "Just... be careful."
Toshinori stops and presses his chest against Shouta's back for a long minute as he breathes deeply and calmly against the smaller man's neck. "Of course I'll be careful... I'd never want to harm you."
Aizawa leans more of his weight onto his left arm, reaching up with his right to squeeze gently at the hand in his hair, chin tipped back to glance behind him with a little smile, "I know," he murmurs, that silent I trust you still lingering between them, "Just didn't want you to take it the wrong way..." His words trail off with a soft hum as Toshi resumes, and the tall blonde leans back to take himself in hand as he guides the head of his cock to his lover's well-lubed hole, pressing his tip in a little bit at a time, pausing to give Shouta a moment to re-adjust to the girth. Shouta lets his arm fall back to brace him properly against the couch, letting out a soft grunt as he bears down against the careful intrusion to help loosen up enough to let Toshi in. Then, slowly and deliberately rocking his hips in closer while he tugs on that handful of hair, Toshinori slides into him one inch, backs out a little, then pushes in again, a little farther than before. With a soft groan of concentrated effort, he continues to repeat the gradually deepening rocking motion until he's finally able to sink the rest of the way in, burying those last couple inches just past the smaller man's entrance. Letting his head hang limply between his shoulders again, Shouta squints his eyes shut against the lingering pain, his breath becoming more and more labored as he reassures himself that surely, this must be as deep as it'll go... time and time again. Finally, as Yagi's hips run flush against his, Aizawa shivers and lets out a weak sigh of relief as his knees give out and he collapses back into the taller man's lap.
The tall blonde strokes his free hand all up and down his lover's body as he presses gentle kisses to the back and side of his face and neck, giving him time to acclimate to the hefty new burden throbbing within him. He slides that roaming hand down to the juncture of Shouta's trembling thighs and cups the smaller man's cock, long fingers curling around it as he gives gentle strokes. "I love you Shouta," he breathes into tangled hair, long eyelashes brushing the gruff man's cheek, "But if this is too much... it's okay if you need to back out... Just tell me."
His breath still shaky from the exertion, Aizawa quickly shakes his head at the offer of a way off the hook. "I'm fine, just. Give me a minute." Taking a moment to breathe deeply, Shouta rocks his hips slightly into the palm wrapped around him, savoring that internal tug-and-push sensation as the heavy shaft slides a little against his prostate. He rests an unsteady hand on his lower abdomen and gives a little experimental kegel squeeze as he sinks back down to the hilt, and is pleasantly surprised by the absence of the stinging, burning pain he'd been expecting. "Heh. Like riding a bike, I guess." He twists back to poke a fun remark about Toshi making for a weird-looking bike, but the twisting movement in his torso is enough to draw a little gasp out of him as the slight internal shift brings the faint strain of something firm inside him, nudging at the hand on his stomach. "o-oh... god~"
Toshinori sucks in a sharp breath as his hips involuntarily jolt forward when Shouta twists around, giving a low groan almost direcly into his lover's ear. He leans down to swipe his tongue across the juncture of the smaller man's throat before he buries his teeth in that spot while his hips settle into a slow rocking motion and his rough hand closes around Shouta's cock in a firm grip, stroking in pace with the thrusts.
Shouta tips his head to the side obligingly, baring more of his neck to those perfect orthodontics as he grabs needily at Toshi's forearm and the back of the couch, using it for stability as he carefully rocks back on his knees to meet each thrust with a firm grind, pushing against his limits with a soft groan each time. After a minute, he glances down at the hand wrapped around him and nearly barks out a laugh as the sight of the body glitter spread across his front from Toshi's fingers catches him by surprise. "I guess if that's a lost cause... we might as well use a little more." He glances around as those satisfying thrusts push into him repeatedly, trying not to twist too far out of alignment again as he searches, "What- ah -what did you do with the bottle?"
The tall blonde teacher slows to a stop and murmurs a quiet "Stay still" as he pulls the hand out of Shouta's tangled hair and uses it to blindly hunt around his knees for the small bottle, finally finding it and holding it up in front of Shouta's face triumphantly. "Here it is... Mic would never forgive us if I squashed it and wasted it all over the couch."
With a soft chuckle, Shouta twines his fingers in with Toshi's, wrapping them around the bottle as he pops the cap and drizzles a little more down his front, slicking up the otherwise rough grip around him. "Like he'd ever find out it was us? Improbable." He grins and leans back against Yagi's chest, a little put out at the layers of fabric still between them, but otherwise still quite content in his arms. "This is..." Aizawa wracks his temporarily-limited vocabulary for an adequate descriptor, his focus fractured by the effort he's sparing toward treating Toshi with a few more erratic squeezes and clenches around his girth, "...amazing."
Toshinori gives his partner's shaft a delicate squeeze before resuming his slow strokes, his breath hitching a bit as he holds back a groan. Quickly he pulls his hand away to tuck the bottle back between the couch cushions before reaching to tightly grip AIzawa's bare hip, anchoring him in place as he gives a short rough thrust. "I don't think you need any more here," he laughs with a little groan, his voice sounding deep and growling in the quiet lounge.
Aizawa bites his lip to stifle a whimper, his eyes going wide as the grip on his pelvis pulls him in closer to meet Toshi's hips again, shoving that deep internal pressure just a little further along. Now that he's finally starting to get acclimated again to that incredibly satisfying feeling of fullness, the smaller motion leaves him craving a larger one. He squeezes gently at the arm wrapped around him, and carefully pulls his hips away, giving Toshi a little more room to maneuver. "Here, lie back for me? I want to ride you."
The blonde teacher nods a bit with his lips brushing over soft skin, then he pulls totally out and away from the smaller teacher's firm body so that he can adjust his position on the couch, laying backward with his long legs stretched out between Aizawa's thighs as he props up his head on the arm rest. He pats his lap playfully, leaving a glittery wet mark on his own thigh as he grins teasingly.
A shudder runs through Aizawa as Toshi pulls out, leaving him suddenly empty and aching with the need to continue. With a soft growl of desire, he flips back around to straddle the taller man's hips once more, resting most of his weight on his palm atop the buttons concealing Yagi's sternum, as he reaches back to grab at the heavy shaft resting against his backside. Keeping that intense eye contact with his partner, Shouta hungrily watches his expression as he leans forward enough to slide the engorged head between his cheeks, push it down until it slots into place, and rock back carefully against it until he can feel it slip past his entrance again. Licking his lips in anticipation, the smaller hero slowly melts in against Toshi's body, groaning softly from the pleasure as more and more of that considerable length disappears back into him again. "Much better," he mumbles softly as his hips sink down flush against the bony ones beneath him, and he pulls his hand free to brace it against the back of the couch again, starting to rock up on his knees in a slow, indulgence pace.
Toshinori sucks in a breath and lets it out as a long low groan as he digs his fingers into Shouta's upper thighs hard enough to bruise, his spine arching up a bit from the jolt of pleasure sparking through his body. "Jesus, Shouta, your eyes..." he pants, squirming a bit, "Your eyes are so gorgeous. I love it when you look at me like that." Aizawa flinches a little at the fingertips digging into his quads, and he leans back to sit, working his fingers in to gently pry Toshi's clawed grip away, insistently redirecting the eager grasp to wrap back around his glitter-smeared shaft, still standing at attention as he rides. The blonde lets both his hands be pulled upward, his nails scraping against flesh lightly as one comes to rest in the center of Shouta's slim hips, the other pressing farther upwards to slide up beneath his work shirt. The rough skin of his palm grinds against one nipple, before he changes tactics to roll it gently between two fingers. Leaning forward into the palm teasing at his chest, Shouta returns the gesture for stability as he props his knees to either side and fucks himself carefully into Toshi's lap, his eyes still locked on those eerie black-and-blues until he drags his grip higher to pull Yagi in closer by the lapel for a heated, hungry kiss.
With a low, muttered apology for the finger-shaped red marks on Shouta's thighs, the blonde teacher resumes stroking along the shaft in his grasp, sliding his fingers up and down slowly, trailing his thumb across the tip and down the underside. He slides the hand on Shouta's chest around to his back to anchor them together as he kisses back with a hot passion, tongue delving deep into his mouth to slide wetly against his lover's as the small lounge fills with quiet moans and lewd wet sounds. The smaller hero gratefully relaxes into the kiss, tipping his head to the side as he suckles gently at the tongue invading his mouth. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a little alarm bell is trying to remind him that they're making a terrible glittery mess of the couch and their work clothes, but he ignores that in favor of arching his hips up to meet Toshi's grasp, only to jerk to a halt as the warm weight buried in his rear goes sliding out a little too far for comfort, effectively pinning him between two pleasures as he groans softly into Toshi's mouth and pushes his way back down to the hilt again.
Toshinori can't help but grin a little into the kiss as he hears the soft groans, shifting his grip to match Shout'a slowly rocking hips. He pulls back out of the kiss, a little trail of saliva still connecting them, and whispers quietly in a deep heated voice. "You're doing so well for me, Shouta, you look so fucking amazing riding me like this." He punctuates his dark praise with a sharp thrust of his hips, arching up off the couch the best he can in this position, grinding firmly against his lover's rear.
Aizawa sighs softly as Toshi pulls away and leaves him hanging, his mouth still agape from the kiss as he pants softly and leans in close to better hear the quiet muttering from the man below him. Narrowing his eyes a little at the words, he tilts his head curiously, "What are you..." But the sudden push up into him sends his concentration reeling again as he bunches the fabric of Toshi's shirt up into a tight-fingered grip, spurred on again until he's rocking eagerly back into the taller man's lap, biting his lip to quell the little shuddering moan threatening to slip out as he slides his way up and down a few inches of the firm shaft stretching him open. "Shiiiit, Toshi..." His knees starting to tremble a little, Shouta quickens his pace and rides a little harder, nearly working the entire length on each push as his face burns brightly from the sordid compliments.
With a heavy groan of pleasure, the lean blonde settles into a rhythm, arching his back and thrusting his hips upward every time Shouta slides back down, his free hand sliding down under the curve of one muscled thigh to help support his lover's weight, his other hand stroking his prize bit more quickly as he coordinates with his thrusts. Toshi roughly captures Shouta's mouth in another deep kiss, periodically leaning back to whisper filthy praises before delving back in to claim the gruff man's mouth again. "Yes like that, you look so beautiful. I can tell you're getting close already..."
The large palm under his thigh is a welcome support, and Shouta hums softly in appreciation as he leans back into it, having a little trouble now catching his breath as it almost feels like his diaphragm is being blocked from expanding far enough. "Yeah, I- mff..." With a throaty groan, Aizawa jerks forward into Toshi's grip and latches on to a bite at the sloped tendon between his neck and shoulder, breathing hotly against damp skin as his whole body tenses up, squeezing tightly down around the base of the cock jammed into him as he spills over into Yagi's calloused palm.
Toshinori groans loudly into the quiet lounge as he feels Shouta clench down on him, gripping roughly at his thigh while he gives a few more sharp thrusts, his whole body arching and twisting as he spills into his lover, still stroking at his throbbing cock gently. For a moment, he holds the pose, then sinks back down onto the abused couch as he gasps loudly, his one lung struggling to keep up with his body.
After a moment of labored breathing through his teeth, Aizawa eventually manages to let go of his bite, drawing far enough back to rest his forehead against Toshi's with his eyes still squeezed shut, matting their bangs down in the sheen of sweat as he uncurls his fingers from the fabric of the button-down shirt and slides his hands back to drape his arms limply over Toshi's shoulders. After a few moments more of recovery, that throbbing pleasure starts to die down, leaving just the uncomfortable stretch and fullness after the fact. Aizawa snaps his eyes open with a brief flash of panic, "Out. Now." He shifts in place, drawing his legs up to brace himself against the couch.
Toshi nods a little and gulps down a bit of blood, his eyes still shut and head thrown back against the armrest. He slides both hands under the smaller man's thighs to help lift him up, and off. He slips out from Aizawa's body with a lewd, wet sound, the semen he'd left behind now beginning to leak down the inside curves of Shouta's thighs. "S-sorry," he mutters and urges Shouta to lay forward on his chest while he moves a hand to blindly grope for his pants, and the pack of tissues he keeps with him at all times.
Aizawa shakily lowers his weight down to drape over Toshinori's chest, flinching a little as he involuntarily clenches back up again, that searing burn roiling in his gut and at his rear as he nestles his nose into Yagi's neck, his arms folded in behind the blond mop of hair to help prop his head up. "Don't worry. It was better than I was expecting, after I let myself fall out of practice for so long." He sighs softly and nudges in to press a kiss by Toshi's ear, finally returning an earlier sentiment, "And I love you too. By the way."
The taller hero goes completely still, forgetting the glitter and the mess and the fact that anyone might come barging it at any time, then he shifts to wrap his arms tightly around his lover's solid body. Gently, fondly Toshinori nuzzles against his face, planting kisses from the scar under his eye all the way across his cheek before laying a slow, tender kiss on his mouth.
Shouta only huffs a soft laugh and slips one arm free to help brush the hair out of their faces, lingering with his fingertips on the sharp angles of Toshi's cheeks and jaw before he returns the kiss, languidly exploring Yagi's mouth with his tongue for a while until the cool air against their bare lower halves starts to grow a little TOO cold. Shivering a little in place, Aizawa reluctantly pushes away and sits up, dropping one leg down to the floor before swinging the other carefully up and over to stand up and start to get dressed again. "We... may end up having to pay to get this couch dry-cleaned. Which I definitely can't afford." He grimaces and looks it over, appreciating the view of Toshinori sprawled out and spent, while simultaneously noting the pools of fluid and glitter soaking into the cushions to leave obvious and inappropriate stains.
"W-we should probably not have done this in the lounge... but I enjoyed it." Toshinori reaches over and snags the gruff man by his waist, pulling him closer to clean up as best he can with tissues alone while he plants little kisses here and there across Shouta's hips. "There you are, sorry about... the mess." He laughs a little and tidies himself up before standing with a low groan and arching his back.
Nearly losing his balance at the sudden pull around his waist, Shouta stumbles backward a step and reaches down to sink his fingers into Toshi's hair again. "Yeah, agreed... And thanks." Pausing to let the older hero finish his cleaning attempt, Aizawa hikes his pants back on and leans in between those golden bangs to plant a kiss to Toshi's forehead. "For taking care of me throughout, I mean. I'll try to return the favor next time." He reaches down to tug firmly at Yagi's wrist to help him up, carefully coils the scarf back around his shoulders, then slumps in against his partner's chest with a weary sigh.
Toshinori snuggles closely for a long minute, arms wrapped loosely around his love's body. He leans back down a bit to give another quick kiss before pulling away entirely to tug on his boxers and pants, followed by his shoes. "Come on, I'll leave some cash with the janitor to have that couch dry cleaned, hopefully not too many people will notice." He pauses to tuck his shirt into his pants and slides the door open to the lounge, revealing a red-faced Midnight with her ear pressed to the door.
Aizawa blinks at the sight of their coworker, clearly flustered from eavesdropping too long. He raises one eyebrow and offers her a curt nod, "Midnight," his own cheeks going a little pink at the realization that their privacy hadn't been so fortuitous after all. Still covered in traces of the shiny body glitter, Shouta reaches up to slip his hand into the crook of All Might's elbow, briskly evacuating the premises.