[Aizawa pumps his fingers in Toshinori's throat, though he's careful not to actually choke the other man; he's not aiming to hurt him, after all. Not too much, anyway. He's conscientious about his nails, too: he curls his fingers against Toshinori's tongue, making sure that he scrapes only lightly. God knows there's enough blood in that mouth as it stands.
He continues to kiss along the muscles of Toshinori's hips as he works his fingers, not stopping until he's right between Toshinori's legs. He pulls Toshinori's pants down a bit more, enough so that he can free the other man's cock, so that he can get his hands around the waiting shaft. He palms Toshinori slowly, even as he keeps pressing his mouth elsewhere: nipping at his inner thighs, licking at his flat stomach.]
How do you feel?
[Probably a difficult question to answer with his mouth full. But Aizawa clearly still expects him to try.]
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He continues to kiss along the muscles of Toshinori's hips as he works his fingers, not stopping until he's right between Toshinori's legs. He pulls Toshinori's pants down a bit more, enough so that he can free the other man's cock, so that he can get his hands around the waiting shaft. He palms Toshinori slowly, even as he keeps pressing his mouth elsewhere: nipping at his inner thighs, licking at his flat stomach.]
How do you feel?
[Probably a difficult question to answer with his mouth full. But Aizawa clearly still expects him to try.]