[Aizawa's a perceptive man even without being pressed right up against someone who's doing their best to misdirect him, so he just rolls his eyes. His fingers move across Toshinori's collarbone, tracing down into the dip at the base of his throat, and then settling over that tremulous heart.
He likes the warmth of Toshinori's hands in turn, and a pleasant jolt runs through him at the quick, strategic kisses.
But he's a professional.]
I'm hoping for that, too.
[He curls his fingers in, his nails scraping at Toshinori's skin through his shirt.]
For my sake and yours.
[His phone's there on the table. It's dark, for now, but the night is young ... ]
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[Aizawa's a perceptive man even without being pressed right up against someone who's doing their best to misdirect him, so he just rolls his eyes. His fingers move across Toshinori's collarbone, tracing down into the dip at the base of his throat, and then settling over that tremulous heart.
He likes the warmth of Toshinori's hands in turn, and a pleasant jolt runs through him at the quick, strategic kisses.
But he's a professional.]
I'm hoping for that, too.
[He curls his fingers in, his nails scraping at Toshinori's skin through his shirt.]
For my sake and yours.
[His phone's there on the table. It's dark, for now, but the night is young ... ]