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【CLOSED】☆ STICKS & STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES

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_{[ Old habits are hard to shake, especially when it was one of your passions. As time continued, as the students were growing, things that were old and frail were also changing— beginning to decay down to the very marrow. That spark that he carried so fondly behind his chest had turned into something even less than ash and he was in worst health than he had ever been in. More ribs were showing, his stomach dipped inward even more so, any muscle that had did have was slowly fading away. He would still push himself to exhaustion in regards of staying fit and healthy, but he was sleeping longer hours and appearing a lot less energetic.

Still, in the midst of all of this, Toshinori has fixated his heart on something— someone— that brought him enough contentment to keep smiling. Of course, Izuku and the other students' achievements gave him absolute life, but like any person, he liked companionship. Specifically, something intimate.

He had been with Shouta for about three months. Nobody had completely caught on just yet; they both were very keen at keeping things secret. He never liked admitting his weaknesses, but those were bumpy roads that both had long crossed.. together.

And now, they were living together. Toshinori was still teaching and still learning how to teach, and this particular evening, he's spending time grading some quiz papers that he brought home, his bony fingers dipping into a small dish of assorted nuts and occasionally petting one of Aizawa's cats that came to his table to greet him. ]}

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_{[ Toshinori's expression falls a bit innocent, the outer corners of his lips tugging upward playfully as he displays his teeth. He knows Aizawa probably isn't going to approve of what he has in mind and he's quickly thinking of a scheme to get out there. It's in his blood even if his Quirk is gone. ]}

An invisible criminal sounds like a fun case. They'll be easy to find if we cover the area in flour or something like it.

_{[ He hasn't moved just yet, looking up at Aizawa sweetly. A few seconds pass and then suddenly Toshinori gets up out of the chair and makes a dash to the door. ]}

[Aizawa's never far from his binding cloth, even in his off time. He had it piled by the coffee table, and he lunges for it just as Toshinori's trying to race outside. He throws the cloth just as Toshinori's turning the knob, aiming to lash him around the offending wrist. He jerks the cloth back once it's secured, and none too delicately; he's not letting Toshinori set one single toe over their threshold.]

You'd better stand down.

[He growls as he advances, manipulating more of the cloth, sending it now to catch Toshinori's ankles and lock up his legs. On his knees, on his back, whichever ... but he's not escaping.]

_{[ It's so annoying. His heroic spirit is alive and very well even with his Quirk burned out. It's nothing but his desire to assist where he could be needed. He loved delivering justice and making things right, though three months into his secret relationship with Aizawa, he should know he seems to set the rules and he means it. It's not the first time Toshinori has tried to stick his nose into a crime and Aizawa has quickly buffed the idea out altogether.

It is, however, the first time he has felt that binding cloth around his body. It wraps around his wrist and catches his attention, though like this he's a little too frail to fight something like this. ]}

Shouta-kun..!?

_{[ On his knees he goes, but he teeters, not falling completely over onto the ground. He glances up at his lover, really shocked at this sudden aggression, but not exactly intimidated by it. It was something else. It was kind of.. exciting. ]}

This isn't exactly necessary you know!
_{[ Of course it is, Toshinori. Everyone knows how ambitious you are.
He struggles, pulling at the cloth that is attached to his wrist. ]}

It's more than necessary.

[He keeps the cloth bundled tight in one fist. With his free hand, he pushes his palm against Toshinori's chest, not quite shoving him down but clearly absolutely prepared to do so.]

If I let you go, you're just gonna run for the door. Aren't you?

[He pulls on the cloth, drawing it tightly--painfully--against the delicate bones in Toshi's wrist.]

Be honest, now.

_{[ Toshinori leans back when Aizawa presses his palm against his chest. His free hand clenches Aizawa's wrist as he adverts his gaze and thinks about his answer. Pursing his lips together curiously, he looks back up at Aizawa, grimacing only slightly when he feels more pressure around his wrist.

In a more sultry tone, he shifts back upward and gazes mischievously up at him. ]}

... What would you do to me if I did?

[Brief uncertainty flashes across Aizawa's face as Toshinori's attitude suddenly shifts, melts into something darker, more confident. He's momentarily taken aback, but he refuses to let Toshinori unseat him.

He digs his fingers into the hollow of Toshinori's collarbone.]

I'd pin you down.

That's awfully cruel for someone to do to someone who is apparently fragile enough to not investigate the scene of a crime. I've been doing this work longer than you— I know my limits.

_{[ He's still holding that wrist as Aizawa grips his collar bone and he makes a slight noise— it's hard to tell if he's uncomfortable or not. Toshinori's head dips down and to the side so his cheek is pressing against that hand on his collarbone, peering up at him with an almost pleading look in his eyes. The playful look on his face says anything but innocent, though. He knows by now these looks and words don't do anything when Aizawa gets like this, but it's just his nature to do them when he really wants something. ]}

You want to have me all to yourself, don't you, Shouta-kun?
_{[ He loves affirmation. Are you going to give him that satisfaction or continue to banter? ]}

[He'd laugh if the situation weren't so serious. All Might--Toshinori--knowing his limits? Absurd. He'd wager that Toshinori has gone through his entire life acting like he didn't even understand the meaning of the word.

Just like he's doing now, in fact.

It irritates him. Toshinori's grandstanding nature always has. Aizawa wouldn't call him arrogant, that's going too far. But he likes a spotlight, he likes a show, and he's excellent at putting one on.

He's not fit for the stage anymore.]

What's gotten into you?

[Aizawa hisses. He shoves Toshinori outright, intending to pin him to the ground. Agitated as he already was, the comment spurs a fresh, irresistible wave of anger. Maybe it's true; maybe he does like having Toshinori here with him at last, here with only him.

But that's not the full story.

He looms over Toshinori, his expression dark, his lip curling.]

This is for your own good.

_{[ He's not sure what sort of response that was going to gauge out of Aizawa. It's not uncommon to see them bantering at each other even though they're in a relationship. Toshinori has learned, though, this strict kind of discipline is how Aizawa shows his care, so he's a little touched that Aizawa is being so.. harsh on him, as odd as that sounds.

He complies with being pinned, not at all angry at the positioning that his lover has chosen. Maybe he takes Aizawa's question too seriously, but he gives him a good response at least: ]}

It's difficult, Shouta-kun.
It's difficult to see you go out everyday and sit back and do nothing. I wish I could fight— I wish I could fight by your side.

_{[ If he's able to get one of his hands free, he's definitely trailing that down Aizawa's chest, taking in each little curve of his muscle that he has gotten to adore. Those muscles— something he misses about his own body. His voice hushes slightly. ]}

Maybe I just want you to myself instead. It's selfish because I respect and adore what you are doing. You work so hard...

_{[ He just wants to see Aizawa more— either like this or working with him again. ]}

[Aizawa's eyes flutter briefly shut as Toshinori's fingers dance across his skin. No, he's angry; he won't soften, he won't give in ... but it's hard not to, and not just because Toshinori's touching him.

He exhales.]

I know. I know you still want to fight.

[He bends low, such that his bangs brush Toshinori's throat. His grip on Toshinori's wrist tightens.]

But you can't.

[He's not great at expressing deep sentiment, not even when his heart is full. Perhaps especially then. He's sympathetic to Toshinori's situation, to the frustration of forced retirement. There's so much left to do, and so many battles left to fight. More than ever.]

I'm not going to tell you it's easy. And maybe if you went out there tonight, you'd be fine, and nothing would happen. But I can't take that chance.

[He looks up, his eyes red; burning.]

I won't.

_{[ He can't quite describe the emotion that flows through him when he feels Aizawa's grip tighten— the way his eyes glare and sink into him and how curt and straight forward his words are. He really was spineless— something about it makes the hairs stand up on the back of his neck.

It's gotta be his form of love.

Toshinori feels along with this sensation the feeling of guilt for making him angry. He's learned to not shrink away or avoid him when he gets like this, but he is still easily swayed by Aizawa, compliant to most of the requests or demands he makes. Toshinori is head strong— he was back then too when he got severely injured— but maybe he's a bit more bias to what Aizawa wants given their romantic involvement. ]}

Okay, okay.

_{[ That free hand lifts, raking through his hair before lingering against that prickly chin of his. ]}

I'm sorry for upsetting you. I'll let you use your own judgment if you want to stay with me or go back out. How is that? Is that okay?

[Aizawa sighs. It's a slow exhale, relieved, glad that he doesn't have to keep driving his point home. For tonight, anyway. His eyes dim, and some of the tension drains from his muscles.

But he doesn't feel like standing up. Or letting Toshinori go.

He turns his head to kiss Toshinori's palm, shutting his eyes as he does so.]

We're staying right here.

[Plenty of other heroes had already responded to the call. At this point, he'd only be superfluous.

Besides, he's off duty.]

_{[ He's already made the decision up to him, and so he'll leave it at that, miraculously enough. His wiry fingers curl inward when his palm is kissed, content to see him giving affection so quickly after being firm. His hand shifts, pushing more of Aizawa's hair back as his nails scrape against his scalp. There's a part of him that is slightly relieved that Aizawa isn't going and that he is denying him to leave too. They could pick up where they left off, perhaps.

Oddly enough, Toshinori doesn't seem to mind that Aizawa isn't letting him go. ]}

Now, then.
What are you going to do to me if I don't go for the door? Be honest, now.
_{[ mocking his stern tone of voice tbh.. ]}

Hmm.

[Aizawa presses his knee between Toshinori's legs, then applies some teasing pressure as he interlaces his fingers with Toshinori's palm. He pins Toshinori down again, one hand on either side of Toshinori's head. Leaning forward, his knee surging up hard, he kisses the man beneath him, tugging at Toshinori's lower lip with eager teeth.]

You've been disobedient ... so I should probably teach you a lesson.

[He secures the binding cloth around Toshinori's waist and forearms, all but immobilizing him. Aizawa breathes hot against Toshinori's mouth as he does this, his tongue skirting against Toshinori's teeth even as he manipulates the cloth with near supernatural finesse. Pulls on it, too, so that the tightening sensation builds in time with the increasing weight between Toshinori's legs.]

Don't you agree?

_{[ It's not a rare spectacle to see Aizawa look at him like this, talk to him in such a way as if he were a child. Though, the addition of the binding cloth is something new, and Toshinori did suggest they try something new after all. He gasps as he feels the weight of his lover's knee at his groin, his body freezing up. He opens his mouth to protest only to have Aizawa seal him with his lips.. just like that. He's gone before he knows it, his lip bitten and his mind beginning to grow a haze. Aizawa speaks again and a shiver crawls up his spine; he even begins to shift to try and take Aizawa more but he finds himself suddenly restrained. Toshinori relaxes against the flooring, though an embarrassing whine escapes his throat.. it seems like he has no choice but to have it Aizawa's way and whatever way that was.. excited him.

You would think someone as frail as him would be nervous abut this, but he's intrigued. As someone who used to be strong, he was attracted to people he found equal to his strength or stronger. That attraction still lingers in his mind even if he isn't strong anymore.

He swallows thickly trying to contain his eagerness. ]}

Show me, then.

_{[ He trusts you. ]}

If you're gonna open your mouth, you might as well keep it busy.

[Aizawa growls as he pushes two fingers into Toshinori's throat, curling them against the other man's tongue. He presses his other hand against Toshinori's belt buckle, undoing it quickly, tossing it aside. Once Toshinori's pants are loose on his hips, Aizawa hooks his thumb in one of the belt loops, then pulls down, exposing bare flesh. He kisses the slim hip, bites at the muscle there.

He glances up at Toshinori as he does this, and adds, just in case he wasn't clear:]

Suck.

_{[ It's not the first time Aizawa has asserted his dominance in such a way, but the addition of being bound has his skin burning and his heart racing. He makes an unsavory sound when he feels Aizawa's fingers cram against the back of his throat, but he obeys, his lips curling wholly around the digits he's been given. He can't move, he can't really speak, he's at the mercy of whatever Aizawa wants to do to him and there's nothing he can do about it.

A shiver runs down his spine when he feels the stinging bite across his hip and Aizawa will find he's a lot more aroused than he might have seemed moments prior. Toshinori takes his fingers with his lips, sucking fervently, the flat of his tongue sliding upwards along what he was given.

He breathes through his nose, chest rattling, his mind growing hazy from feeling so much excitement so suddenly. But that's how Aizawa usually did it, brutal and strict and Toshinori was hungry for it. He slides his head forwards, taking him in a little bit more and sucking deeply.

All he can do is wait for more instructions and do what he wants next, but the anticipation is already killing him. ]}

Edited 2019-01-09 03:58 (UTC)

[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.]

_{[ He's silently thankful Aizawa hasn't chosen to go the choking route. Although Quirkless, he still struggled with his damaged organs and the way it caused him to cough up blood now and then whenever he was surprised or doing something vigorous.. such as exercising. Last thing he wants to do is embarrass himself by coughing up blood on Aizawa.. (but maybe he'd like it? It's never really happened before so he wouldn't know.)

Finally, though, his arousal is freed and he can feel Aizawa breathing on him. He expects him to take him in by the lips, but when that doesn't happen, he lets out a muffled, frustrated whine, writhing a bit beneath the binding cloth that has him immobilized.

At the question, he's innocent enough to try and answer, but it sounds incoherent. Aizawa might not need to understand him-- just see the lust that has doused in his eyes and read his body language that yes, he's enjoying himself. ]}

Good to hear.

[He nuzzles All Might's inner thigh as he works the shaft of the other man's cock with one hand, then draws himself up, over All Might's hips, over his navel. He moves slowly; deliberately, as though he hasn't done exactly this sort of thing countless times before. He has: but it's good every time. It's exactly what he wants. The feel of this skin, the sound of All Might's reaction, this body beneath him.

He lingers over All Might's scar. His fingers don't stop: he presses one thumb into All Might's wet tongue, and the other into the head of his cock. As he does this, he leans over, pressing a soft kiss right to the center of the scar's cruel flower.]

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