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Aizawa is always a beautiful sight when he's lost into the throws of passion. Cheeks stained dark red, the color trailing down his neck and across his chest. Ink-black hair plastered to his forehead from sweat, while the rest splayed out around him like a dark halo. The way his muscles clenched from a particular lick or ghost of breath against skin. An utter vision, and it's all for Toshinori to witness.
That thought makes him hum as he licks another stripe up alongside the others cock. A muffled sort of whimper comes from the darker haired man, wrists tugging uselessly against his own capture weapon near the top of the bed. Truly, Toshinori had just wanted to take him to bed after sitting on the roof together. To let them sleep. But with a few heated words and kisses, suddenly the other man was tied up and Toshinori made himself comfortable between Aizawa's thighs.
Toshinori sucks him into his mouth, tug circling almost lazily around the head before giving generous attention to his slit. There is a salty, bitter sort of taste on his tongue. He must be getting close again. By the way his abdomen clenches and his thighs tense around his shoulders, his assumption must be correct. So he pulls off a second later, trying not to smile Aizawa nearly shouts his frustration.
"Please," he grits, hips twitching, "please, let me cum already."
"Why is it you're always so impatient?" Toshinori chuckles, letting a hand give his husband a few light strokes. "I know you love this."
"Not when you keep teasing," Aizawa hisses back. Though the blonde takes no offense to it. In fact, it only brightens his smile.
"How many times, Shouta?"
Toshinori watches as the other mans Adams apple bobs, a ragged breath passing through his lips. "F-Five."
"Look at that. A new record, almost. Think you can go one more?"
There is a heavy pause. Even with his eyes covered from the blindfold, Toshinori can see that his husbands mind is reeling. Deciding. A moment later and Aizawa's lips draw into a tight line, giving a small nod of his head in permission. Another hum, and Toshinori tucks one of his bangs behind his ear; lowering his head to be put back to use.
A hand wriggles between them, thick fingers finding a still slick hole. Muscles flutter when he presses into the heated rim, but they eagerly accept him as he pushes inside. The groan Aizawa lets out is enough to get Toshinori rock hard, his own hips giving a light grind against the mattress for a small bit of relief. Fingers flex and curl as they move, gently massaging into the mans prostate.
The slick sound of sucking mingles with moans and gasps. Silken walls tighten around him, thick cock pulsing hard on his tongue. The moan Aizawa lets out would make even a pornstar blush, and it takes everything within him not to take the man over the edge. Fingers are removed, and his mouth breaks free with a loud wet sound. His husband nearly screams, a large glob of white dribbling from the head of his cock, leaking down the side of his length.
"Pl-Please-- I can't, I can't--"
"Shh, shhh... I'm here, Shouta, I'm here." A shift, and he's moving up to let his clean hand stroke the others cheek. "You did so well, darling... No more teasing, I promise. What do you want?"
"Fuck me. Fast and hard, just-- get on with it."
Even from the bottom, he was still always on top. Toshinori briefly rolls his eyes, but places a light kiss to his husbands mouth. "Alright, alright. Easy..."
Thick thighs maneuver themselves under pale ones before hands come up to sling them over broad shoulders. Toshinori would forever be in silent awe of just how flexible the man was. No human should be able to bend the way he does, but somehow it's done. A hand slips between them to guide his length, but once he catches on that slicked hole, he pushes home.
Moans of relief spill from the both of them as they're joined. The darker haired man tosses his head with another moan, teeth nipping at his bottom lip in frustration. "F-Fuuuuck. Move."
"And here I thought you'd want to savor this."
"Yagi," Aizawa snaps, and Toshinori tries not to laugh at the use of his surname. But he does as he's asked, and begins to move. The thrusts are a bit slow at first as he tries to adjust to the pressure around his own cock. The way Aizawa clutches around him, as if trying to keep him buried inside. But the pace quickly changes, and soon Toshinori is rocking into him with such force the bed hits loudly against the wall.
The slap of skin on skin. Hands tugging violently at their bonds. A mixture of whines and grunts coming from the both of them. It's nothing but sin, but Toshinori loves it. Loves that it's with Shouta. With his husband. The thought still makes his heart swell with affection. Their foreheads press together even as Toshinori moves. Lips messily pulling at each other, the occasional nip of teeth passing between them both.
"Toshi-- Toshi, the ring-- please, the ring--"
A grunt, and once again a hand comes between them. Thick fingers find the small ring of metal, and with a tug and click it comes free; falling off somewhere to the side. Then he takes hold of Aizawa's cock in his hand, giving strokes in time with his thrusts. "Darling," he grunts, "cum for me."
A silent scream is ripped from the darker haired mans throat, every muscle growing taunt and tight. Hot walls clamp around him, and a second later Aizawa's cock pulses and streams of pearlescent liquid splatter across his stomach and chest; a small bit reaching up near his collarbones.
But Toshinori isn't finished. He feels his own orgasm fast approaching. He doesn't stop stroking the other man, taking his own pleasure in hearing the whimpers and whines of overstimulation. A rush of heat and the dam is broken. Hips snap harshly forward, attempting to bury himself as deep as he can into the other. His own cock twitches and pulses as he cums, feeling hot liquid wash around him.
After a tense moment, he falls forward against the smaller mans chest; completely limp and spent. Aizawa doesn't even attempt a word, content in laying completely still as he gasps for air. Once Toshinori has come back down from the heavens, he leans up enough to look down at his love. A hand pulls off the blindfold, and then he steals another kiss.
"Better?"
"Mmm," is all the other man gets out. Even through tired eyes, there is still a pleased spark in them. "'Gonna get you back for that one, sunshine..."
"I look forward to it." And with that, he leans back further; though they stay connected. Hands come up and untie their knots, letting pale hands fall free. Toshinori can't stop himself from taking a wrist and pressing a kiss to it. Legs shift, and he begins to pull back--
Calves wrap around his neck, heels digging into his shoulder-blades. "Stay."
"Shouta... I'll be back, I'm just going to get a few rags to clean us up--"
"Stay."
Well. He can't exactly leave, now, can he? A quiet huff, and Toshinori is leaning back down. Legs leave his shoulders and instead move to settle around his hips, hands coming up to get tangled in his hair. Shouta kisses him slow and deep. Obviously on the verge of sleep. "Mmph... Love you," he mumbles in a tired, quiet voice.
Toshinori smiles against the other mans lips. "I love you, too."