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A message appears on Aizawa's phone. There's a photo attached, and with it comes a cheerful Good morning! Hope training camp is going well. ❤︎ Call me when you can, don't open the picture with students around. Ilu!
Bored with waiting for the students to arrive at the training lodge, Aizawa dodges the small talk from the Pussycats by checking in on his phone. He smirks behind his scarf, saving the photo attachment for later that night, and sends off a quick reply before tucking the phone back in his pocket to feign interest in the other heroes' tales of forest scouting encounters. Just arrived, about to get settled in. I'll call after curfew. He takes a picture of the scenery, about to add it as an attachment, but thinks better of it after remembering the strict policy of secrecy they'd been implementing on this trip.
A few more photos get sent over the course of the day, each with a cheerful note until a final message appears near sunset with the teasing words, Open them in order ❤︎, then call me.
Giving one last survey across the room of exhausted, sleeping students, Aizawa nods to himself and quietly readies himself for bed as well, shutting off the bathroom light before locking every door in the lodge and signing off with Vlad for the night. The 1-B teacher would take the first watch, while Eraserhead and the Pussycats got some rest... or at the very least, some relaxation. Zipped into his sleeping bag in the corner nearest the door, Shouta dims his phone screen until it can't be seen through the thick yellow fabric, then eagerly pulls up each and every treat that had come in throughout the day.
The pictures Toshinori sent are beyond racy. The first shows him with the hem of his shirt gripped in his teeth and a grin on his face, both hands tugging at the belt and zipper of his pants. Each photo shows him getting more and more worked up, the second and third show the blonde with his head thrown back as he strokes himself with one hand and sucks on the fingers of his free hand, the fourth shows him gasping as he thrusts the fingers in and the fifth shows off his wanton face as he rides his digits with stroking himself. The sixth and final picture shows an exhausted but sated Toshi, chest splattered with cum and face red as drool speckles his chin, his semen-soaked fingers rubbing against his bottom lip.
Shouta lingers longingly over each photo, his cheeks burning in the dark at the still-frame show Toshinori had put on for him. Peeking out the drawstring of his sleeping bag, he glances around once more to make extra sure that everyone else is sound asleep, before rolling over to face the wall, dialing his fiancé before he wedges the phone under his head, holding it in place to whisper into while leaving his hands free to wander. After just a moment of ringing, the line picks up on the other side with a cheerful, "Hello Shouta! How was your day of training out in the field?" His tone is playful, as if he has no clue that he sent the pictures, much less the effect that they're having on the younger teacher. Faint shuffling sounds can be heard in the background though, as if someone's getting comfortable on a bed.
"Ah, it wasn't much just yet. Pixiebob ran them through the dirt devils on the way in, and the rest of us cooked dinner. Tomorrow is when we'll actually get to work." Aizawa speaks in hushed tones under his breath, murmuring softly enough to not disturb the nearest of the boys, sleeping a good ten yards away. "You'd love it out here. I haven't breathed air this smog-free in years... and... I think I saw a nice place on the way. I can't give out specifics over the phone while we're out here, but I captured the coordinates for later." He sighs softly, remembering the waves of wind rustling through the huge field of sunflowers they'd passed, just before the bus had wound its way through the mountain gorge. "How was your day? And... did you buy a tripod mount for your phone?"
Toshi hums in reply, understanding what Aizawa had meant when he’d said a nice place, but then he laughs a little. "No, no, I took a video and then snapped screenshots of it to send you. I just propped my phone up in its holder so it'd have a nice angle. I didn't think you could watch the video with so many people around, and I know you can't talk much." The blonde man laughs again, his laugh this time is a bit lower and his voice is very slightly husky. "How about I tell you about what I was thinking about when I made that video for you?" More shuffling sounds can be heard, and a very faint mrt. "Ah, Mara says hello by the way!"
Shouta grins at the faint sounds of the ginger back at home, "Does she now? Please advise her Majesty that her loyal knight highly anticipates a furlough from his duties." The underground hero chuckles softly and teases the fingertips of his right hand a little lower in the sleeping bag, pulling loose the drawstring on his pajama pants. "That was a nice angle. I'm impressed, sunflower, did you take a film course while you were studying abroad?" His voice is barely above a whisper at this point, only loud enough to add that playful intonation as he slides his hand past the waistband, toying idly with a few coarse curls. "Go on, then... tell me~"
Low husky laughter fills the call for a moment before Toshinori answers. "No, and honestly that's the first time I've even shot something like that so I'm glad you enjoyed it." A faint snap sound is heard in the background, like that of the sticky lid of a plastic bottle. "Shouta let me know if you can hear me okay? I need two hands for this. I'm going to put you on the pillow so I can work myself open and use that toy, the pink one? I'm going to use it and think of you." The baritone voice sounds a bit shy but Toshi's laughing very softly. "When I made that video I was thinking of your hands, your shoulders, that little tilt you put your head in and the look you give me when you want something." The blonde gasps a little then mutters, "Ah, cold! I should have warmed this lube up!"
"So you've got me on the pillow, then... I can hear you." Shouta shivers at the imagery, picturing his lover at home, going all-out in his stead. "I can almost see you, sunflower, you don't mind me... watching?" The huddled teacher teases his fingertips along his length, doing very little to coax it to life as he whispers into Toshi's ear, "You like thinking of my hands? Think of how my hands would take over for yours, how I'd cup your balls in one palm to keep them safe. Then I'd reach in and spread that lube on thick and slippery, and push my fingers right into you, get 'em nice and warm as I'd hook my fingertips into your walls and milk you for pleasure..." Shouta lets out a shuddering breath, blowing across the microphone tucked under his cheek, as he rolls his thumb lazily over the smooth head in his grasp, not really connecting the mental image to the generic feedback of pleasure. "Only start to spread you open after a minute or two, once you're hard and leaking and ready for more..."
Toshi groans softly in response to the words, the sound heavy and breathy from how close his mouth is to the speaker. "...I love your hands, how rough and good they feel on my skin, how deep....aaaah...you can put them in me..." The blonde hero softly moans as he slides his fingers in deeply, almost as if following Aizawa's nearly silent growl as a command. He makes a few more panting moans into the speaker as he works them in and out before continuing. "Nnn, I just... just put in a third finger and god, Shouta, your hands feel so good on me right now. Ah, that feels so good, right on that spot..." Toshi can't help but bite his lip, his breathy moans becoming just a little muffled.
Aizawa squirms and crosses his ankles, pulling his legs in tight as his toes curl at the sound of Toshinori's pleasure on the other end of the line. "Mm, that's hot... the way you moan for me like that... Can you turn over on your knees for me, love? I'd pin your arms behind your back with one hand, the other still stretching you open and rubbing my knuckles up into you, pressing in deeper and harder for each time you say my name." With both hands shoved down his pants now, Shouta squeezes wantonly at himself and doubles into a fetal position until his forehead presses against the solid wood wall of the lodge, padded by the sleeping bag and the built-in pillow. He grunts softly and worms his left hand between his thighs, straining to get a better angle with his fingers as he's confined by the setting. "And then..." the riled-up hero pants softly, the recycled air growing stale in his cocoon, "Just when you feel like you want me to just rub it right out of you... that's when I'd pull my fingers out, warm a little lube up over myself, and slide riiiight into you. Mm, just like that~"
"I'd never stop saying your name, if you were going to finger me every time I did," the blonde hero laughs huskily, and shuffling sounds can be heard as he rolls over and gets on his knees. He grinds his shoulders into the pillow so he can keep using both hands, working the fingers of one in and out as he strokes himself with the other, making soft little keening sounds into the phone. "I'm g-going to use this toy like it’s you, Shouta, god I wish you were here digging your nails into my hips and biting the side of my neck." As he talks, he pulls his hands away to lube up the vibrator before lining it up against his entrance and sliding it in very slowly. "Nnn... aah, Shouta, you feel so good in me," Toshi moans as he pushes it in all the way up to the base and grinding it there, shudders running down his spine from the sensation. "...ahh, fuck.." He pulls the toy out and repeats the motion, much harder this time, and gasps very loudly with his mouth nearly pressed against the phone.
"Jesus, you sound good," Aizawa mutters softly and bites his lip to keep from groaning any louder. And just in the nick of time, as a sound from the students behind him catches his attention, and he freezes in place, his heart pounding in his ears from the sudden burst of adrenaline. "Shit," he whispers, "Keep going, I'll be right back with you." Shouta pulls his hands free, quickly ties his pants back on (with a little wince at the friction against his erection), and tucks the phone into his pocket as he sits up to squint around the darkness of the sleeping quarters. Satisfied to see no active stirring, he quietly unzips out of his bag and pads off to the bathroom, deadbolting the door behind him as he leans against it and pulls the phone back out, then hastily shoves his waistband back down over his hips. "Sorry. Talk to me, Toshi, how are you holding up?" He desperately wraps his free hand back around himself, fingers trembling a little as he strokes and pulls and tries to get that lovely mental picture back.
Soft laughter punctuated by gasping breaths drift through the speaker as Toshi laughs, still grinding the toy deep into his body. "Sounds..like hnn, like you almost got..nn..caught," he manages to moan in between thrusts, the slick obscene sounds just barely audible from the other side of the call. "S-shit, Shouta, you feel so good," the blonde groans very loudly as he shifts the angle of the toy and grinds it hard against his prostate, "oh my god, right there, I'm dripping everywhere." Toshi pauses for a just a moment, trembling as his free hand grips the blanket beneath him. "It's..so hard..to let myself be loud..like this but I want you..to hear me." With that last word Toshi thrusts the toy in as deep as it will go, his voice rising into a whining keen.
"Just being overly cautious," Shouta assures him, his own voice growing a little ragged around the edges with each new wave of desire coursing down his spine as he listens to the teasing words. "Oh Toshi, how I'd love to push right into you, and rock against that spot right there, watch you squirm under me while you drip all over my fingers..." A little hitch catches in the younger teacher's voice at this, as his own fingers quickly grow slippery from his own arousal, threatening to drip onto his pajamas until he swipes and spreads and strokes, hunching his right shoulder as he tucks the phone up between it and his ear, clumsily freeing his left hand to wander again. "Ahh... you should let yourself be loud like this more often, it's lovely... I think I like hearing your pleasure more than I like seeing you gagged," Shouta teases under his breath, ignoring the fact that he'd been the only one to wear the gag so far.
"I'll... I'll try... ah, Shouta... I miss you so much... hnn," the blonde hero resumes thrusting the toy, much rougher and faster this time, each thrust into his depths is punctuated by his soft keening moans that make it sound like Toshi's in the same room with Aizawa, his open mouth nearly covering the speaker of the phone as he pants openmouthed, drool dripping down his chin. "Shouta... I can't, I can't hold back... ah! I'm going to cum for you," Toshi grinds out as he slides a hand between his legs to finally stroke himself, his wanton voice unable to hide the slick obscene sounds in the background as he roughs fucks himself with the toy. "Aaaah! Shouta!" he manages to yell out in a strangled cry as he suddenly cums, spilling all over his hand while low breathy groans of pleasure fill the phone call, then silence broken by heaving breaths as he collapses on his side beside the phone.
With his fingers straining to push a firm pressure up into his perineum, Shouta trembles a little in his stance braced against the door, his own breathing coming quick and heavy into the receiver, "oh fuck, Toshi..." Aizawa squeezes hard at himself and pumps a few more times, sliding the thin skin up and over his head and back down as he rocks his hips a little, imagining his partner's body splayed out and squeezing around him instead of the rough friction of his own hand. Finally, with a hearty groan, he jerks and sinks a couple inches lower, curling in on himself as his climax rushes through his body, pulling his shoulders into a tense hunch as he spills into his cupped hand and across the floor, twitching reflexively in a futile hands-less grab for his phone as it tumbles from his shoulder and clatters to the tiled floor. "...Shit."
On the other end Toshi blearily lifts up his head and looks at the phone. "Shouta? Are you there?" No reply meets his soft question and he tries again, then realizes the call ended. He drops his head back down with a groan, still panting harshly into the mattress under his body. He whimpers as he pulls out the toy, resolving not to tell Aizawa how sore he's suddenly feeling after using it too roughly on himself.
Sinking the rest of the way to the floor on shaky legs, Shouta twists to reach awkwardly with his cleaner hand, and makes a grab for the phone to check it for damage. He sighs softly in relief at the sight of nothing worse than a couple of dings around the edge, and a slightly-dislodged battery. He fumbles one-handed to reassemble the device and power it back on, then immediately snaps a quick picture of the evidence before he tucks the phone away and pushes back up to his feet, stumbling across the room to grab for the toilet paper and clean up after himself. He flips the lights off and quietly sneaks back to his sleeping bag in the corner, then sends the pic to Toshinori by way of apology, Sorry, dropped the phone in the rush. You okay? <3
A picture immediately is sent back in return, mostly just of Toshi's flushed and sated face, two fingers to his lips in a proxy kiss. Yes, amazing, as long as no one caught u?
Aizawa glances blearily around the room again, and catches the hurried motion of Midoriya shifting to hide his face in his pillow. He sighs and checks the time, then sets an alarm for the start of his agreed shift to take watch, before plugging his phone in to charge for a bit. Deku might have heard a little, but probably not. should be fine. sleep well, sunflower Shouta sighs and rolls back over to face the wall, finally relaxing into sleep.
On the other end Toshi laughs to himself, blushing a little as he curls up under his comforter and snuggles Mara to his chest. Quickly he records a very quiet "I love you, goodnight Shouta." and sends it off to his absent lover before giving the lock-screen picture of the gruff man a soft kiss. He makes sure to set his alarm and plug in his phone before ducking his bare body entirely under the heavy duvet with a pleased sigh, drifting off into sleep.