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All Might could have been the symbol of an era of peace and safety for many years, but not without personal sacrifice. For him to become a symbol, the strongest pillar of a society based on superpowers, he had to abdicate nothing less than his humanity. Sometimes humanity means expressing emotions such as fear and pain, but in his case, it also meant having to cope with symptoms of a mental illness that he kept locked away from the public and even from his closest friends.
It felt isolating to hide something so dire, especially because having his integrity meant so much to the system he had built over decades. He had to be perfect, all eyes were on him while he was on duty but also afterward, while he gave press conferences and did ordinary things such as going to a restaurant with coworkers. Even so, over the years, he managed to hide well the aspects that haunted his mind every day.
All Might had always had an intense flow of thoughts and ideas, in a battle that was used to his advantage, but this extra flow actually derived from the fact he had struggled with OCD since his teens. During dangerous situations, his thoughts would align as magic to the single purpose of saving people, winning, and defeating vilains, but when out of that stressful situation, his thoughts became terribly ramified and noisy. His mind was merciless. Sometimes he would exhaust himself in the early hours of a vacant day simply because he would think too much - think obsessively for that matter - about tasks he needed to do or conversations he had recently. And that exhaustion, that never-ending cycle of overthinking, was the most manageable part since the one thing that had always tormented him was the intrusive thoughts.
The mind has this thing, All Might noticed, that thoughts have different qualities for each of them. Some seem like they have a comfortable texture to touch, they come in line with what is happening around you. Some are faint and come almost as a whisper, being shy and slightly refreshing to remember. But the intrusive thoughts, they were loud and sharp, like an ad on social media. They had an annoying volume that he couldn't mute, and they moved too fast, making him feel disoriented sometimes. This is not a pleasant thing to handle, but wouldn’t be so daunting to most people. To him, however, it could have serious complications his power depended solely on his will to pass it forward. The idea that his quirk could be lost due to him having an intrusive thought and accidentally giving it to someone else was terrifying, and for that reason, he ended up not having much close contact with people over the years.
He received letters and letters of both men and women wanting to confess their love and interest in him. He would often exchange looks with people he found attractive, trying to convince himself that going out with someone was not risky, that he could find a way to make it work. But even when just wondering about it, he would panic.
“It can be passed by any type of DNA exchange. What if I have the thoughts while we are kissing? They could give it back to me, but this would expose the true nature of One for All”
And so he would look away, pretending he didn’t see his admirers. It made him feel touch-starved, he craved to have a closer connection with any of them. But he knew there was too much at stake for a simple night out.
When he met the young Midoriya, All Might was relieved to know that he young one didn’t have the same problems with OCD by taking a quick look at his medical records and speaking to him. All Might remembers his hand was almost shaking while he offered his hair for Midoriya to ingest. He loved being who he was, loved almost everything about One for All, but now it was time for him to have some rest and rid himself of the burden of that secret.
After finding a successor and becoming a teacher, this so-desired peace might have come, but it was a bitter stillness since he knew he was getting weaker and that his appearance was by no means the same as when all the confession letters were written.
“Well, well, you can’t have it all in life, it is what it is”
Toshinori had mastered his way of cheering himself up through life, he had no choice but to do it himself in the absence of people who knew the whole picture of what his life and work entailed, but now being retired, the idea of loneliness was gloomy to him. He had always known that one day he’d pass his power forward and that he would be quirkless again, just like he was while growing up. This was the natural cycle, to receive it, nourish it, and give it to the next generation. But what he would never get used to was the feeling that people viewed him now as a fallen hero. He avoided mirrors not to think about it too much, but eating was never getting any easier, and sometimes he would even feel some horrible pain from it.
For that reason, he would often have liquid meals, usually soup, to make his life easier, but he'd usually eat alone, not to worry anyone. The truth is that he felt guilty for not being able to stop losing muscle mass, and he guessed people would be uneasy to see him eating so little.
All that until, during one of his late lunches, he saw a familiar silhouette approach his table.
"Eraser, how are you today?" He greeted him nicely out of habit.
"Haven't slept for 30 hours. Can I sit?" He asked grumpily, also out of habit, while rubbing his dry eyes.
Eraser left his books aside and felt that well-known irritation spread through his closed orbs, reaching for his eye drops. Once done, he got one of his energy supplements from his bag and drank some of it while looking at All Might.
"You should have a better lunch Aiwaza, they have great things at the cafeteria," All Might said, sipping his own soup, which was still very hot in the paper cup
"Look who is talking," Eraser answered distracted, reaching for his wallet to get a canned iced coffee from a vending machine before going to his afternoon classes.
Eraserhead was right there, waiting for the machine to process his payment and give him his canned energy, when he looked back at All Might, holding his breath while doing so. The truth is that Eraser was good at concealing it, but he had developed a late crush on the retired hero. He always admired his work in one way or another, he didn't aspire to be him since he wanted to become an underground hero, but his legacy spoke for itself. However, the one he had been falling in love with was not All Might, symbol of justice, it was Toshinori, the sensitive person who would never deny advice, a compliment, or a hug to a student. He was kind in every aspect, smart, sharp when he had to be, and unbelievably easy to approach. All Might was also him, but Eraser was fascinated by Toshinori, the man looking to the side, his angled hair close to his face as he saw the second-year students walking their way to the outside arenas for combat training.
Toshinori had great peripheral vision, so when he realized he was being observed, he turned rather quickly, a bit uncomfortable because that angle probably made his jawline more pronounced, and it would show he had lost weight recently after catching the flu. Aizawa panicked a bit, blood instantly frozen with the idea that Toshinori could have understood what he was up to. But while reluctantly sitting in front of him at the table again, it was almost heartbreaking to hear the blond sneak into the conversation that he had been sick the past week. He mentioned he was taking care of it, making sure to say he was more than ok. Aizawa nodded approvingly. All Might had no idea. Him, of all people, who probably could still read all his love letters, one a day, and not finish them in one hundred years. He had no idea the Eraserure Hero had eyes for him.
There had been a reasonable number of occasions in which Shota had the opportunity to give a sign to Toshinori about his feelings, but decided not to. There was that time they spent the day reaching out to parents to receive their authorization to move the students to the dorms, and obviously, that night when they went out for drinks.
That was a night Aizawa would often revisit in his mind on the rare occasions he could rest from his duties. He thought it would be awkward, but it really wasn’t. Toshinori took his chances having soft drinks, something very low in alcohol, so as not to upset his stomach. To give him extra help on that, they ordered some lamen too. All Might wasn’t able to eat half of it, but it made him visibly happy to go out with someone who understood his limitations while consuming things in general. Aizawa didn’t scold him for it, he actually seemed very appreciative of his attempt, given that he would usually eat the same things.
Aizawa drank enough to forget the long week he had that night, but he made sure to keep it friendly instead of flirty. He wanted him so badly that the idea of being rejected was terrifying.
Now, drinking a lot and keeping his posture was one thing. Not everyone could do it, but Eraser could. But being hurt in combat, having your transmitter broken, and being soaked in the cold rain was a completely different thing, and after defeating his opponent, all Aizawa could think of was where the hell he could crash and possibly pass out.
All Might was watching some TV that night, passing the time, trying to dismiss his attention from his fingers since symmetric touch was the only physical symptom of OCD he had. He was good at distracting himself from it by now, having a few items at his reach to poke and touch symmetrically made the trick. While in public, he would often hold it back, but being focused was usually enough to distract himself and others from that. When he heard a knock and the unmistakable sound of someone stumbling outside, he got up fast and rushed to the door. As usual, even not having his quirk anymore and not knowing who it could be, his legs moved faster than any formed thought, and he was surprised to see no one less than Eraserhead sitting by his doorstep.
“Aizawa! What happened?” He asked while kneeling next to him on the ground, his hero first aid instincts kicking in.
Didn’t take more than two seconds for him to spot a cut Aizawa had in the shoulder and start applying pressure on it. Eraser was strangely quiet, which was concerning to the taller man.
“Who was it? Were you on patrol? Are they still out there?” He asked, reaching for his phone in his pocket.
“You have to call the police department of Section Eleven. I left him tight up to some streetlight, that motherfucker stabbed me and gave me a bad punch in the stomach.”
All Might helped him in, noticing he was freezing cold, but also that he had an expression he wouldn’t often see. Aizawa seemed concerned, troubled, and undoubtedly in pain.
While Toshinori went inside his own apartment to prepare a warm bath for him, Aizawa looked around while still holding his shoulder. He had never been there before, he was even afraid of compromising Toshinori’s safety because he could have been followed, but it felt nice to see him in a time of need.
The apartment in question had two floors and was very luxurious, for lack of other words to describe it. The decoration was simple, but it was visible All Might used some of his money to have a nice place to live. It made Shouta embarrassed to show up soaked in rain and blood, he hated the idea of giving him work but also, he was the hero who lived closest to the area.
Toshinori took him to his bathroom, sitting him down on the closet toilet seat. He opened the zipper on his hero suit to make it slide out of his body. He looked at the injury with clincal eyes, getting a first aid kit from a cabinet. All this made Aizawa a little baffled. All Might was very close and he had taken the sleeves of his suit off as they were nothing. He started to feel his face get hot while All Might’s face was closer to him. The older man seemed to be too focused to notice, and it paid off because soon Aizawa was in so much pain anymore.
The injury in his shoulder was not too bad, it just didn’t stop bleeding because a small piece of the blade was still there. It wasn’t deep, so after removing it and cleaning the wound, All Might finally started asking more questions about the incident while applying some pressure on the cut.
Once the bleeding stopped and after asking if he would be fine on his own, Aizawa was left alone in the bathroom to shower and enter the tub afterwards.
As All Might closed the bathroom door behind him, he finally sighed. He felt somewhat estranged with himself, this feeling was not something he was used to experiencing while helping someone people but… opening Aizawa’s suit and seeing his skin did cause an effect on him.
“What are you thinking! He came here because he’s injured and there is a literal storm starting outside, he doesn’t even like you.”
The painful thing about intrusive thoughts is that sometimes they break your spirits. Toshinori knows that best, but unable to find arguments to place against himself, he accepted them.
“Maybe he noticed… I’ll make up for it by buying some food,” he said to himself out loud while putting his shoes on to go to the end of the street to buy some things at the convenience store.
All Might spoke to the police while choosing some bento boxes and juice, receiving a text message while arriving home again telling him that everything was solved.
Aizawa was sitting on the couch, looking far better than before, but still with that same concerned look on his face. He was very apologetic about showing up that way and causing him trouble, saying that he used a cloth to wipe the entrance floor clean after he got dressed up. He also apologized for using his hairdryer without asking first, to which Toshinori just said he was glad he had found it easily.
It didn’t help Aizawa get less nervous to see that Toshinori had bought him food. But when he observed the blond’s expression, he found the comfort he had been craving in his gesture and helped him set the table for them both.
They spoke of light things at first, and Yagi was secretly relieved that the clothes he lent were too big for Aizawa as well. Eraser was still a young hero, and on top of his shape, so if the clothes were too big for him, it was also ok for them to be too big for All Might in his retirement.
They spoke of light things first, but Yagi couldn’t avoid asking him if anything was wrong. To that, Aizawa sighed and set his food aside, as if choosing his words carefully.
“It’s not the same after the attack we had at UA. My quirk, I mean. It feels glitchy sometimes, my eyes are drier, I’m… worried about it, that’s all. Still have plenty of hero work to do, and my students need me to protect them,” he finally said, not looking directly at All Might.
It was not what All Might was expecting to hear, he didn’t know Eraser was going through something like this. He felt guilty, he wished he had arrived earlier that day, it was painful to see the damage everyone suffered because of his delay.
By seeing the blonde’s expression, Aizawa quickly started talking again. He was afraid All Might could have taken it that way, that’s why he tried choosing his words before.
“Hey, I don’t mean it like that, this is not your fault, you showed up as soon as you knew, and you handled everything that no one else could. As you always did. I’m lucky you showed up, and my students carried me out of it.”
“Still, Aizawa, I’m sorry you had to handle so much on your own. I know it’s painful to realize you can’t do as much as before, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get used to it myself. But your quirk is still very powerful, and this attack was only a few months ago, you are still healing from it. Get a specialized doctor to help you with your eyes, but also… You haven’t had much rest ever since. Try to get some days off, as you just said, I’m hoping to see you do more hero work until you are retired like me.”
Those words were so simplistic and yet so accurate that they made Aizawa almost feel annoyed with himself. Of course, he had been having glitches while using his quirk, he literally broke his face while fighting a few months ago, and he had only two nights of good sleep in the last week. He should be listening to his own advice, the one he gave to Midoriya about respecting his limits and expanding them little by little.
After eating and picking up the trash for his host, Aizawa found All Might on the couch while he watched a whatever movie on TV. He didn't seem to be paying much attention to it, always looking at his phone. Given that Yagi had already stated that he could stay due to the storm, and they were both not sleepy yet, Aizawa saw no harm in joining him. They were both clearly not interested in watching the movie for real, so Aizawa decided to bring that one subject up. He had seen some medication around the kitchen.
"Hey, I don't want to intrude but… I… was concerned about you two weeks ago when you were sick. How are you now?" He asked.
That was received nicely, people got used to the idea that All Might knew how to solve anything, including taking care of his overall health. And they were not to blame, he saved many lives during his hero years.
"It was tough to eat, my throat was hurting a lot. But I feel better now, wouldn't go to UA if I wasn't sure no one would get it from me." He replied.
"Uh- no, no. I didn't mean it that way. I meant…" Toshinori turned to see Eraser's eyes. He found him to be … defensive? What could he be trying to say? "You've done so much for all of us, you should rest, prioritize your health, we want you around for as long as we can".
"We?" Toshinori asked, challenging him in a curious manner. His bravery never faded after all.
Eraser skipped two heartbeats since Toshinori was looking directly at him, awaiting the answer.
"Y-yes… Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki, all my students, really, but also Hizashi and… myself, of course," he finally said. "Anyway, I'm glad you feel better. You can ask for help too, since you live alone.”
The words had been spoken a little vaguely, Eraser had finally given up on hiding his attraction. He looked at All Might’s lips and back to his eyes, asking unspoken questions with the glow of his own eyes. He wanted to know if he was alone in this.
In his early days, All Might would have taken a few steps further on his own. He would have the impulse to touch Shota, hold his hand, lean closer. But he was so unsure about his appearance that he wouldn't dare. He and the eraserure hero didn't start with the right foot after all.
Shota was also unsure if the man sitting so close to him meant anything. He was very transparent with his actions and feelings most of the time, but now he seemed hesitant.
Shota placed a hand on Toshinori's shoulder, swallowing dryly. It was almost cruel how much All Might was taller than him, getting closer to his face wouldn't be subtle. But it would definitely be worth a try.
Toshinori was surprised by the motion, but he welcomed him, almost praising Shota for the courage, leaning toward him to meet at his height.
Suddenly, Toshinori found himself to be shy while they kissed, wondering if the other was enjoying it as much as himself. Shota was unbelievably tender but also seemed tense. And All Might couldn't understand why until they exchanged looks and the taller man placed his hands on Shota's thighs. The brunette let out a nervous, low moan.
Toshinori understood it all of a sudden. The idea was so distant, but yet so obvious, that he felt stupid for not noticing it before.
"Would have never guessed, Aizawa,” He said while touching him between his legs, moaning a little himself while doing so. The reaction was what he was expecting while they deepened the kiss.
All Might could have been reciprocating Eraser’s intensity, but it was when Aizawa started unbuttoning All Might's clothes that he tensed up and got visibly uncomfortable.
"You changed your mind?" Aizawa asked, trying not to sound disappointed. The idea saddened him, but he tried to play it cool, not to be caught out on which had been his biggest fear around the retired hero.
Toshinori paused for a moment, his hand still buried in Shota's black hair. He felt in trouble, like he always did when thinking about sex. All scenarios came to his mind at once, most of them about Aizawa finding him unattractive. But this time, he was willing to continue regardless, he knew it was just an overly trained reflex.
"No one has ever seen me like this," All Might admitted. Maybe his doctor had, but not a potential partner, for that matter.
"After the…"
All Might nodded.
Eraser’s eyes widened a bit. That was many years ago, must have been so long since he last… Also, he had heard Midoriya and All Almight talking about an injury once.
Shota positioned himself better on the couch, going back to kissing him as if that conversation had never happened.
"I don't mind. As long as you're comfortable, I don't mind scars. My shoulder is not too good either," he said simply.
All Might wanted to tell him that he had become too slim for his own good, but didn't Eraserhead know that already?
For the first time, after a proper lifetime of worries, All Might let himself linger in someone's touch. When Aizawa started to caress him under his white t-shirt, his warm fingers brushing close to his pants, he bit his lips in anticipation. This would have been the place where he would usually draw the line for his partners. He very rarely continued, afraid his sweat and saliva would combine with an intrusive thought and cost his quirk.
In the meantime, Shota was having a pleasant surprise when he started teasing him over his clothes. Not only was his host very interested in what they were doing, but apparently, his height was not the only thing above average about him.
All Might still had a few intrusive thoughts while they kissed and made out on his couch, but none of them were concerning, it was just a distant background noise. He was indeed free of that burden, he would never have to worry about it anymore. The realization made him emotional under the surface, and Shota could tell Toshinori was getting more into it as they went on into the night. One particular thing Aizawa noticed was that All Might had a calm, confident undertone to the way he handled him. He could not have the strength of his prime, but he didn’t have to, his grip was firm when he placed Eraserhead on his lap, making the hero spread his legs as he sat on him.
Eraser continued their make-out session, letting the other have his way with him. He was shirtless, and All Might would not stop kissing and touching his torso and chest. It was so intense that it caught the erasure hero off guard, nobody ever cared about his looks like this.
“I’ll never understand why you hide yourself under loose clothes,” Yagi said while observing him with hungry eyes.
“Oh, but I can tell why you do it now,” Aizawa said while grinding into him, malice spread all over his expression.
Eraser had been respecting Toshinori’s time to undress, he teased him as much as he could to make the idea sound appealing to him. He wanted to make sure he gave him all the reasons to know he desired him, no matter how he looked nowadays. However, when he finally took his clothes off, he had to do his best not to look concerned about the extension of the scar. He knew All Might was struggling, but the retired hero was better than he imagined at hiding it. He was still very attractive to him, but Aizawa, much like everyone else, still had the mental image of All Might as an invincible symbol, not Toshinori, who could very much get hurt.
But none of that mattered now. Shota could see that Toshinori was a little worried about his image. To which he decided it was his turn to treat himself. They lay down on the couch, Aizawa on top of him, touching, kissing, their underwear stained with precum. He moved his hips, and All Might locked him in that motion with his arms as they both moaned in a muffled way.
When Aizawa was teasing him to take his underwear off, he first kissed All Might’s hipbones, giving some attention to his middle.
“You don’t have to, Aizawa,” The tall man said, referring to his scar since he was being kissed close to it.
“I told you, I don’t care. It’s just a scar. Just let me know if anything hurts.”
All Might was absolutely intoxicated with the view, Eraserhead was sitting on top of him, his thick tights framing him down. How could he not see how hot he was? He was delicious to touch, his sculpted torso and arms were a turn on. His ass was irresistible, and he had been grabbing it to test the waters on slapping Aizawa later. Which he probably would, Aizawa always had a smirk when he teased him that way.
Shota tried not to let it show, probably failing a bit, but he had his insecurities as well, and while they made out, All Might had been making him feel desirable. No one had ever treated him like that. He did receive some compliments, but they were rarely about his looks.
When they decided to continue in the bedroom, All Might quickly lay on top of him in bed, both undressed now. Shota was moaning softly as he felt the other hero pleasure him. All Might was being bolder now, he teased Aizawa in the nipples and kissed him all over his inner thighs before taking him into his mouth.
Now this part of sex he was more familiar with, since it had always meant less risk. On most occasions when he decided to continue any make-out session, All Might would pleasure his partners and trick them into not letting them do much to him. Shota held his hair, not to actually place it away from his face, it was more like a tender move. All Might noticed that Shota was looking at him for longer than his other partners usually did, and it made him feel himself get harder, what a nasty guy, observing while he sucked and deep-throated him.
What Toshinori was not expecting was for Aizawa to give him a sign when he was starting to get closer. They exchanged positions, and Eraser didn't really understand why Toshinori seemed so nervous about it, his confusion only deepened when he started to suck him and the older hero gasped deliciously. They picked a position in which All Might was standing and leaning against the wall, which made Eraser imagine that maybe this was how he did it in the dark corners of the night when he was younger. Maybe they could do it one day while he was on patrol, who knows.
The taller man was soon a puddle of haziness, and Aizawa heard him mumble little nothings like how good it felt and even some light cursing. That last part was a surprise, but Shota really liked it, felt like an unexpected spice. The way All Might pulled his hair and made him go deeper on his motions was also something Aizawa was not expecting, he liked it, but he didn’t know All Might could have such a dominant aura.
“How are you doing this?” All Might asked breathless, looking down on himself while still grabbing Aizawa’s black hair. Eraser was sucking him for a good while, which was not a common thing, he was a big guy.
It was somehow decided nonverbally that Shota would be bottom, but since Eraser was still pleasuring him, he wouldn't miss the opportunity to tease Toshi’s entrance by kissing and licking a little lower. He made the taller hero bend over a bit, his legs spread, and he gasped, oh, he gasped a lot while being on the receiving end of Aizawa’s tongue.
"Ah… hummm, Shota, you do it so well".
Aizawa was dazzled, if he continued this way, Toshinori would inevitably find out that praise kink was a huge thing for him. As for now, it felt extra special to receive that kind of praise, especially because All Might was doing it without knowing it.
They went back to bed and kissed hungrily for another moment. This time, Toshinori started preparing his parter for him. Which he did without a hurry since he wanted to make sure he wouldn't get hurt. Shota was leaking so much precum as All Might fingered him that he secretly took a peek to see if he hadn’t cum, which he didn't.
It was delightful to hold Aizawa by the waist while he lay on his back and rested his leg on his shoulder. All Might could not look away, their hazy eyes were locked on each other. And the more he fingered, the deeper it was, the more Aizawa would bounce to meet his movements. All Might jerked him too, and it made Aizawa bite his lips, fuck, he could come like this alone. Eventually, Shota looked at him with pleading eyes, and they kissed once more. All Might was mesmerized to see Eraser’s change in attitude since they began. He was so horny for him, his gaze was lewd and reached Toshinori’s excitement in all the right places.
"Come on… please," Aizawa said impatiently, grabbing the sheets.
All Might nodded, placing himself on top of Aizawa, who was still lying on his back. He could not do much leaning tonight due to his shoulder, which was still sore. All Might got closer, and pushed himself forward in the most gentle way he could, making them both moan loudly. All Might continued to penetrate him slowly, knowing he could be a lot to handle but hoping, maybe too much, that Aizawa could take him.
At first, Shota was a little quiet, but soon he moaned in pleasure, Toshinori was fucking him already, and he almost saw stars.
"Oh holy fuck," He cursed, but in a horny, whimpery way.
To that, Toshinori continued doing him, only a little slower, receiving even more moans in return. Aizawa was gasping, squeezing his eyes shut, but giving him no verbal cues to stop. All Might, who was still on top of him, held Aizawa’s hair with a strong grip. He didn’t pull it, but he placed it aside to start saying some lewd compliments to his ears. And if Aizawa thought he had his head in the clouds before, now his breath was heavy, and he barely recognized his own voice coming out in groans.
Toshinori knew he was getting it right somehow, whenever he praised Aizawa, his emotional state deepened in their intimacy. He sometimes answered, but after a while, he just took his words in, obedience and submission glistening in his eyes. All Might had been fucking him almost with all he had to offer, and he had a feeling he could ask for that little extra. He touched Aizawa’s waistline, mumbling some teasing words, angling himself better.
“How about a little more? You’ve been so good to me,” All Might said in a deep, gentle voice, which was not gentle at all. Aizawa knew he was at his limit and still being asked for more.
“I… c-can’t, fuck I want to, but I’m so…” Aizawa said in a quivering way, his mind was completely taken by their moment. Toshinori knew he was in subspace and to him, Aizawa was being so well behaved, he could still manage to speak for himself, even while trembling at his touch. His voice was so soft it triggered something in Toshinori, something he rarely let come out during sex.
"Let’s do it with you riding me backguards, then,” He suggested.
Aizawa mumbled some approving words, it would definitely be a lot but he could control how much he could take at least. He flattered himself on how All Might immediately demanded him to be on all fours for a bit, just enough to jerk him, bite and slap his ass. He couldn’t do it for long due to his shoulder, but it felt amazing, each spank made him moan and crumble on his own frame. All Might stroked him so good he felt like he was going to be milked at any moment, he had to focus not to let himself go. He was a mess.
All Might knew Aizawa still needed some time to recompose himself to start the second part of their fucking, so he lay him on his side, the side his shoulder was not hurting and the yonder hero had a question mark on his face. Which soon faded, since Yagi started fucking the little room Aizawa had between his thighs. And it made Eraserhead more turned on that he had ever imagined. All Might had done him with care, for lack of a better word. He went slow, he was observant of his expressions. But now he fucked. No restraints, no fear of hurting him. And it made Aizawa hungry for more, fuck he needed that intensity on him.
“I could do this every day,” All Might said demandingly, meaning it.
“I know where you park your car,” Aizawa replied mischievously.
As they got in place to continue, Yagi was about to get a second condom. The first one was simply too worn off and lubeless when they were done with that first position, so All Might had taken it off. But as Aizawa saw him getting the condom, he touched his hand while he was trying to open the little squared package. His hands were slippery due to all the lube they had been using.
“I’m not… seeing anyone else. And I had blood work done recently, I’m ok with this if you are,” He said shyly.
The idea struck Toshinori like lightning. He could not remember when it had been the last time he did it without protection. Now being honest with himself, he acknowledged that maybe he had never done it like that before. He had been just too scared of his intrusive thoughts. Eraser saw some confusion in All Might’s eyes, and it caused some type of fear to start creeping into his dreamy countenance. Maybe he was asking too much, it was their first time after all.
“It’s ok, Toshinori, I was just suggesting, we ca-” Aizawa started.
All Might kissed Shota to soothe his spirits, dismissing the condom, leaving it on the nightstand.
“Let’s do it, I’ve had blood work done too, nothing for you to worry about either,” he said simply as he guided Shota to sit down on his lap. All Might had his back against the bed’s headboard and Aizawa was close enough to his reach.
Eraser stroked himself as he sat on Yagi’s cock, and he could feel Toshinori’s hands all over his abs and chest, the way his partner was embracing him from behind was to die for. When he started to feel it was enough, he looked down on himself, noticing he had taken more than last time, but not all, so he gave himself a moment to adjust. All Might placed two fingers in Aizawa’s lips, he licked and sucked on them, completely consumed by how lewd he felt. He knew he had a bulge on his lower abdomen, he placed his hand there, feeling that extra volume. All Might’s fingers came in and out of his mouth. He rolled his eyes, moaning, starting to fuck himself up and down little by little.
“Fuck, I’ve never been this full before,” Aizawa moaned almost apologetically, but his voice had a feverish quality to it, it was inviting, he didn’t sound in pain. And having All Might on him without any barrier was something else, it was vulnerable in a delightful way.
“You can do it, you took my fingers so well, Shota, you're such a good boy, just a little more".
Aizawa was flustered to his core, his cheeks were burning. He loved how All Might called him by his first name, he just wanted more of that praise, more of Toshi.
Aizawa’s deep moan made All Might shiver when he pushed himself more inside him. That was it, he had taken him entirely. He didn’t make long motions on Aizawa, he knew that would be too painful, so he pressed his partner on him shortly in and out, sometimes teasing by fucking him deeper when he came closer to his base. And hell, did it feel good to leave all his worries aside. They still existed in his mind, but they were meaningless, noises that didn’t offer a real threat. For the first time, Toshinori knew it was safer to ignore them than to give in to their obsessive nature. He clung onto Aizawa, this newfound sensitivity was making him thrust himself more and more from the bottom. He was drunk on his scent, and all this was becoming more hectic by the minute.
To Aizawa, this had been a dream so far. He had been craving so much to let go, to trust someone to see him like this. He initially thought they would have vanilla sex, but Toshinori’s presence and manners were so characteristic of a dom that he could not refrain from exposing this part of himself. He was not sure if his partner was indeed into power play, but Toshinori knew what to do, how to handle him, and the pleasure was unmatched.
“Fuck, you are so hot, wish you could see yourself like this,” All Might said gasping. Aizawa’s back had well-defined muscles, probably from the acrobatic work with his prop, the way he would flex them was quite a sight.
As they continued, Aizawa started pounding more heavily on him. He would look back sometimes, always finding that horny face of approval from All Might. He was pushing himself a lot, riding up and down, grinding himself, he was starting to lose what was left of his wits. Reality was glitchy, and he stroked himself while going slower for a bit. It was delightful, but it was too much. When Toshinori imposed a harder rhythm on him, he whimpered, placing his free hand on his face in agony, he felt so exposed and worn out, but in a good way.
“Holy… hummm” Shota let out in a cry, he was shaken under the surface, almost fearful by now, and all that was such a high. “Let me go slow again… I’m riding you like a whore.” That last part was said as a cry, it was almost an indescribable whimper. It showed All Might exactly how much Aizawa was at his limit, both physically and emotionally.
"Ok, ok, go slower. You sound lovely, keep touching yourself, I like seeing it,” All Might instructed, starting to moan deeply by seeing Aizawa working on himself.
The Erasure hero was ready to call it a night, his pride was done for, he had been greedy. But before he put an end to it, he felt Toshinori gripping his waist tightly, the body behind him had that characteristic stiffened quality. “Shit, I'll come, Sho" All Might said rushed. The tall man gathered his courage to finally ask. "Can I c-"
"Yes, yes, please just fuck me. Cum on me, mess me up, fuck, I'm so close too- oh fuck, a-ahhhhh!" Aizawa gasped as Toshinori fucked him just a little stronger, just enough to get that final pressure he needed.
All this moaning was as much as Toshinori could take, he had been holding back for a while now. Just seeing Aizawa in that state would be enough, but now he was spasming around his cock, hot cum messing up his thick thighs and middle. With his hands starting to shake, All Might grabbed him by the hair, he fucked him good while he climaxed, deep and hard, giving it all to him. He also moaned loudly, filling his partner up, knowing his big dick was already quite a bit for him to handle. He fucked him slowly just for a bit after coming, his tip was still pulsing, and so he savored his aftermath for a while.
Aizawa soon started to breathe sharply, so Toshinori helped him pull out carefully, which made Eraser place his hand right on his entrance, embarrassed. He lay down in bed, catching his breath, his knees hurting, flustered to his bones.
"Hey Sho, that’s fine, are you ok?" All Might asked, seeing that he still had his hand over his face.
He nodded but he seemed foggy. Way too foggy.
"You did great, you took me in completely, it got me crazy" Toshinori admitted.
"Did I? Did you enjoy it? This is so embarrassing," he asked in a low tone of voice, referring to leaking cum back there and the fact that he was still on subspace, completely shocked to have shown so much of his submissive side without ever even talking about it.
“You’ve been worried for the whole night about what I think of you and if you were crossing any boundaries of mine. I appreciate it, Shota, but you are out of your mind if you think I’d say no to helping you or spending the night with you”.
Toshinori pulled him closer, this time they were facing each other. Shota tucked himself under his head for a while. With his eyes closed, the room seemed to come and go in waves, it was pleasant, but he felt guilty for not giving Toshinori any instructions on what to do with him in this state. He had no idea which need to attend to first, so he just lingered there, his body was a wreck, he felt like he was fluttering out of it instead of coming back for a good while.
“This feels so good, just… stay here with me” He murmured to Toshinori, who made some approving sounds. The blonde man stroked his arms, carefully, kindly, and embraced him with both his arms and legs. This had been a lot for him as well, this night was a taste of the freedom he had always dreamed of. The closest he had ever gotten to a normal life. And if that had been a heavy burden on his shoulders, having it be lifted from his spirits only made him realize how much it weighed. It was a relief, but a sorrowful one. The type of relief that requires mourning and reflection on all that had been suppressed for all those years.
“Take all the time you need, Shota.”
Eraser’s heart almost melted when he came back from the bathroom to see Toshinori waiting for him in bed with some water and a cup of cocoa. After some time laying down, his host had guided him to the nearest bathroom, which was in the occidental style, so it had all he needed for freshening up and a shower.
They exchanged no words as Aizawa came back to the bedroom fully naked, sitting in bed. The waves of his subspace were now closer to shore rather than the deep sea he had just been. Toshinori placed a blanket on him, stroking his hair on the side. The older man didn’t look directly, but he suspected Aizawa was still getting back to his senses.
“Are you feeling ok?” He asked.
Aizawa nodded, quietly.
“You can tell me if I did something that upset you. Did I push you too hard? I didn't mean to,” All Might asked genuinely.
“No, that’s not it… This was amazing. It’s just… Has been a while since anyone took care of me like this. From my shoulder to… well, this,” He said touching his blanket.
“You can ask me for it whenever you need. And as much as I enjoyed tonight, it doesn’t have to be a sex thing, I’d be happy to make you feel your needs are attended to”.
“I had no idea you were into this,” Aizawa said, smiling slightly, allowing himself to be happy about the possibility of having a playmate.
“I’m not very experienced, mostly read about it, but I’ve always wanted to. It’s hard to find-”
“Like-minded people, I know. That’s why I was so… scared to let you see me like this. I always explain beforehand about how I get when I’m deep into it. Had some people freaked out thinking they broke me or something when I was on subspace before.”
This made Toshinori a little sad for Aizawa, he hated to imagine Shota trying to deepen his bond with someone only to have them break that blissful mind space of his by force. Having to deal with someone freaking out is hard enough when outside of subspace, managing a distraught partner in such conditions was a disheartening thing to imagine. All Might embraced him, and this time, Aizawa hugged him back.
“I want know more about your experience, about what you like.” Aizawa said, sounding more like himself as he reached for the water.
“We’ll have time for it tomorrow,” Yagi said, soon yawning. It was three in the morning.
“I’m sorry if I looked surprised when I first saw you shirtless. I find you hot, think I left no doubts about that. I just looked at you that way because I had no idea you had been through so much. Made me wonder what else you could be keeping to yourself.”
“Doesn’t hurt anymore, it’s what it did to me that is hard to get over if I may he honest. I don’t like to make people worried about me, I never let go of the feeling that it should be the other way around.”
“You have to stop being a workaholic. I know it’s not my business, but I can’t believe your hero life took so much from your personal one”.
Toshi knew he was referring to the fact that he hadn’t been with someone like this in years, it must have been a shock.
“Not the idea you had of me, I imagine,” All Might replied in a light-hearted way. If it had been hard enough to hide his OCD from the media, hiding a love life would have been twice the effort. Especially if it went wrong. Hero breakups always made the front page.
By now, Shota was drinking his warm drink, feeling the sugar help him recover from the adrenaline rush. His hands were a little shaky, had he not received aftercare, he would probably have had a subdrop.
“Definitely, I was so wrong about you.”
“What do you mean, Shota?”
“Used to think All Might was just an alter ego you and the media collabed to invent. And that might be true to an extent, it’s a symbol that I grew up admiring just like everyone else. But as I grew older and… things happened in life, I thought no one could be this good for real, not in the world we live in. But I was… wrong. All that kindness… that is you, the real you. You were never pretending at all,” Eraser said after sipping more of his drink. “Forgive me. For being so tough on you when we first met.”
Those words made Toshinori most touched. Teenage Aizawa had it rough in life, he had spoken about it with Present Mic a few times. To know that now, Shota saw him for himself, was a dream. It gave him a sense of completion. And it made him wishful of what else they could discover together.
“Well, I should have noticed you needed more time to get to know me. I was too used to people talking to me as if they knew who I was. Fame does things to your head.”
They both looked outside, although it was still dark, they knew it was late.
“I have a class to teach at ten, I don’t know how I am going to pull this off,” Aizawa said with tired eyes. He sounded miserable.
“No, you don’t.” Toshinori said, getting up from bed to close the curtains.
“Excuse me?”
All Might fetched his phone from the nightstand drawer. Showing him some messages he had sent to the headmaster. They explained he had been injured and needed some time to rest. The headmaster replied, saying he would find a replacement for that Friday and that he could take a few extra days to correct the trimester finals.
“God, I… Thank you,” Aizawa said looking relieved for the first time. He then looked around, exhaustion kicking in. “You’re not gonna tell me to get a cab home, are you?” Aizawa asked playfully.
“Of course not. Rest as much as you need, I can drive you home tomorrow. I am also free for the weekend.”
Aizawa smiled softly. “Let’s see each other then, the teachers' room is too crowded anyway.”