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“Okay, stop I'm done.” Aizawa rasped as his head fell back against his pillow. He pushed his hair off his sweat-slick forehead and dragged his hand back through his hair.
“Whaaat? You're quittin’ on me already?” Yamada asked, his head popping up from between Aizawa's legs.
“What do you mean already? That was three fucking times.” Aizawa huffed, sitting up on his elbows to look down his body at Yamada.
“Oh, come on babe I haven't even gotten in you yet.” Yamada pouted, lacing his fingers together on Aizawa's belly so he could rest his chin on them. “You sure you don't just need a minute?”
Aizawa rubbed his eyes, he did need a minute, a really long 8 hour minute where he did nothing but sleep. He sighed and reached his hand down to touch Yamada's face. Yamada leaned into the touch and kissed at his hand. He was so needy, it was a good thing he was cute.
“Fine, yeah do whatever you want.” Yamada's face split into a grin and he kissed Aizawa's belly.
“Love you Shouta.”
“I love you too Hizashi.” Aizawa mumbled before Yamada grabbed his thighs and pulled them up so he folded in half. Yamada hummed as he kissed Aizawa's hairy thighs, the loud sound rumbling through his chest hard enough it made Aizawa’s legs quiver. Aizawa wrapped his arms around his thigh to hold it in place as the blonde rubbed his hand gently against Aizawa's pussy before sliding two of his fingers inside.
“Ooh, it's like sticking my fingers in warm butter.”
“Please don't say things like tha-ah!” Aizawa's request was cut off when Yamada started to work his fingers inside, curling them upward against Aizawa's g spot. Aizawa let out a broken moan, his head rolling back and forth on the pillow.
“Yeah, baby make some fuckin noise!” Yamada cheered before ducking his head to suck Aizawa's swollen clit into his mouth, growling deep in his chest, his quirk making the low sound rumble through Aizawa's body. Aizawa yelled and grabbed a fist full of Yamada's hair, his legs shaking hard as he came for the fourth god damn time that night. Yamada grinned as he fucked Aizawa through his orgasm, working his arm and tongue against him until Aizawa collapsed, dropping his leg and sinking back into the bed. Yamada leaned forward, resting his chin on Aizawa's shuddering chest and gazing lovingly up at his face. Aizawa stroked his hair gently as he caught his breath.
“Hmm s’good” Aizawa said sleepily before pulling Yamada's face up to kiss him.
“Mmmm yeah you like that?” Yamada mumbled against his mouth. Aizawa slid his hands over Yamada's chest, squeezing his boobs gently and rolling his nipple piercings between his fingers. Yamada moaned softly into Aizawa's mouth and ground his hips back against his leg.
“Why are your pants still on?” Aizawa groaned as he slid his hands down to grip Yamada's studded belt.
“Maybe I just like watching you take them off,” Yamada said, leaning back so Aizawa could undo his belt and pop open his fly.
“Yeah, this really gets you going, huh?” Aizawa said as he struggled with Yamada's pants and gave up in favor of sliding his hand into the blonde’s cheetah print boxer briefs. He stared up at Yamada as he twisted his wrist into an awkward position.
“Okay, okay let me take em off.” Yamada laughed, dismounting Aizawa and sliding his pants off his skinny hips. Aizawa pulled himself upright and moved to the side so Yamada could lay on the bed next to him. Aizawa trailed his fingers over Yamada's skin, making him shiver before leaning down and kissing his neck. Yamada sighed and tilted his head, giving Aizawa more access. Aizawa ran his hand up Yamada's thigh and then up past his hip to his chest where he twisted Yamada's nipple piercing. Yamada whined and writhed under his touch. Aizawa chuckled at his reaction as he slid his hand lower, ghosting his fingers over the hair on Yamada's stomach and pressed the heel of his hand against Yamada's pelvis.
“Mmm, I love you,” Aizawa mumbled against Yamada's collarbone.
“Fuck me.” Yamada hissed, rolling his hips against Aizawa's hand.
“Someone's eager today,” Aizawa purred as he traced his finger along the inside of his thigh.
“Come on, stop teasing,” Yamada said, spreading his legs wider and arching his back.
“You know, I might be like butter, but you just fit me like a glove,” Aizawa growled as he slid all four fingers inside. Yamada moaned as Aizawa fucked him with his hand, curling his fingers and letting his thumb drag roughly over Yamada's clit. Yamada was a very loud person in general and was trying desperately to use his inside voice, which was still very fucking loud but not loud enough to cause hearing damage or break windows. Aizawa pressed his free hand onto Yamada's throat, he'd never been a big fan of choking but Yamada enjoyed it and said it helped him keep quiet. Despite Yamada's intense enjoyment, Aizawa could never bring himself to squeeze all that hard and would periodically ease his grip so Yamada could take a few gasping breaths before tightening again. He couldn't tell if Yamada was smiling so wide because he liked it so much or because he thought it was funny that Aizawa couldn't be that rough with him. Aizawa leaned down over the other man so he could lick his ear and gently mutter “you want me to get the strap?”
Yamada nodded vigorously and moaned softly as Aizawa kissed him before sitting up and pulling his fingers out.
“I love you.” Yamada rasped as soon as Aizawa's hand left his throat.
“Mmhm I love you too, hold still for me now okay?” Aizawa said as he slid his wet fingers into Yamada's mouth. Yamada nodded as he sucked on Aizawa's fingers, he knew ‘hold still’ really meant don't touch yourself for like one minute while I get the strap on. Aizawa let him clean his fingers off for a few seconds before hauling himself off the bed to get the strap-on. It was one Yamada had picked it out, so it was about as gaudy as everything else he owned. It was ribbed and shiny black with studded black and red leather straps. Yamada thought it looked absolutely stunning with Aizawa's long black hair and he whined when the other man returned with it on. Aizawa slid his hands over Yamada's skinny legs, running them up and down the blonde's thighs before gripping his knees and pulling them apart.
“Shouta,” Yamada whined as the tip rubbed against his entrance.
“Shhhh,” Aizawa hushed as he pushed inside. He stroked his hands over Yamada's waist as he ground his hips forward, letting Yamada wrap his legs around him. Yamada had both forearms crossed over his face with one resting on his forehead and the other pressed hard against his mouth.
Aizawa moved painfully slow, letting his hands move over Yamada's body and making the blonde whine needily.
“Shouta please go faster,” Yamada begged, moving his forearm to peek up at him. He tried to grind against Aizawa but he grabbed Yamada's hips and pushed them down firmly into the bed.
“Why don't you ride me if you wanna control how fast we go?” Aizawa asked, gently teasing Yamada's clit with the tip of his finger.
“CAN I?” Yamada boomed excitedly, making Aizawa flinch at the loud noise.
“Yeah, let me lay down,” Aizawa sighed, pulling out and returning to his spot on the bed. At this point, he was exhausted and couldn't even really stand up properly, let alone fuck Hizashi as hard as he wanted. It was a good thing Yamada loved riding dick so much. The blonde was already on top of him before his back fully hit the bed.
“Eating you out always gets me so fucking hot, you know that Shouta?” Yamada said as he mounted Aizawa's properly and sunk down onto his cock with a moan.
“Yeah,” Aizawa held onto Yamada's skinny thighs as the blonde started to bounce on him rapidly. Yamada reached behind him and braced himself against Aizawa's knees as he fucked himself.
“Shouta, aaaahha ah, fuck. Touch my cock please,” Yamada begged incoherently.
“You mean like this?” Aizawa asked, reaching out and holding Yamada's clit so he could stroke the underside with his thumb.
Yamada made a very loud noise that could have been several words or just a really dumb sounding moan. Aizawa didn't care which. Drool ran down Yamada's chin and his eyes rolled back into his head.
“Shouta Shouta fuck I'm gonna-” Yamada's warning was cut off by another moan ripping from his mouth, his legs shaking violently on either side of Aizawa.
“You don't have to tell me, just let loose and enjoy it,” Aizawa muttered softly, his words making Yamada shiver and grin.
Aizawa stared up at Yamada, watching his movements carefully. Having been together as long as they had, he'd gotten erasing Yamada's quirk right before he came down to a science. The way his chest heaved and his spine arched and his lungs suddenly swelled as he sucked in an insane amount of air before going to scream loud enough to shatter the windows.
But his voice cracked and hardly any sound came out other than a drawn-out squeak and the whoosh of air exiting his lungs as Aizawa erased his quirk. His spine curved and his neck arched back, his hips jerking and his legs shuddered as he came.
After a few seconds, he fell forward, slapping his palms down on Aizawa's chest to stop himself from falling into Aizawa's face. He sat there hunched over Aizawa for a long moment, just trying to catch his breath. When he finally raised his head to look at Aizawa the man's eyes were closed so he reached up to hold his face.
Aizawa's eyes opened at his touch and he reached up to stroke his thigh. Aizawa rolled his hips gently and Yamada twitched, jerking his legs together and whimpering. Aizawa smiled, as much as Yamada loved making him come over and over he could really only deal with coming once per night. What a fucking hypocrite. At least he didn't come as easy as Aizawa did so they could spend more time building him up for it and making worth the while.
Yamada dismounted with a sigh and crashed down next to Aizawa, rubbing Aizawa's side gently as the shorter man started to struggle with the straps of the strap-on.
“Did you tie it too tight?” Yamada asked, leaning his head on Aizawa's shoulder.
“Nah,” Aizawa grunted as he slid it down off his legs and let Yamada take it from him and go put it back in the drawer. By the time he got back to the bed, Aizawa was nodding off again.
“Thank you,” Aizawa mumbled as Yamada shut off the lamp and snuggled into Aizawa's side.
“I love you Shouta,” Yamada said softly into Aizawa's ear.
“Mmhmm love you too. Good night Hizashi,” Aizawa mumbled sleepily.