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Shota Aizawa was a busy, tired, man. He spent all day with his students and all night either grading or making sure they weren’t escaping or being kidnapped. 

Then there’s the hero work. He was still called upon for big projects. So no sleep, no release, nothing. 

But he needed some stress relief. There was really only one place he liked to get it. Well, define like. It was 100% consensual, he kept coming back, he orgasmed of course, but was it something he liked to do?

Maybe something more along the lines of something he needed to do to take off the edge and just so happened to occasionally enjoy it. 

He texted his fuck buddy… fuck acquaintance, letting him know it was time. He got a message back immediately, of course, and made his way to the annoying man’s house. It didn’t look like the home of a pro hero, certainly not this pro hero. But sometimes he surprised him with his likes and dislikes. Sometimes he was forced to remember this loud-mouthed show off was still just a human. Sometimes that thought forced him to realize that any minute he could vanish like many other heroes. 

Great now he lost his edge, he wasn’t even horny anymore. But he already texted him so he might as well. 

He walked up to his small home and he was already waiting for him. The thin man with a guant face stood by an open door.“Welcome Aizawa, do you want some tea?”

“Sure, green is fine.” 

He sat on the couch and waited for him to bring the tea before they both sat on opposite sides of the couch and exchanged small talk like they weren’t about to break his bed again. He said he modified it so it wouldn’t happen again, but everyone knows how vigarious he is about everything, lovemaking being one of them. 

“How is teaching going are you getting the hang of it?”

“I would if the students weren’t so lazy and illdisciplined.” 

The fond chuckle that came from Toshinori’s mouth shook him slightly. He tapped his thumb on his hand to clear the thought. 

“Oh Aizawa, the whole point of teaching is to mend their ways, is it not?”

Shota shook his head. “Some minds can’t be mended.” 

“You know that isn’t true.” 

An involuntary smile spread on his face. He immediately lost it and decided the time for small talk was over. 

He walked over to him and put one hand by his shoulder and the other on Toshinori’s chest. “Maybe you should convince me.” 

Toshinori siled and gave him a small kiss. “Oh should I?”

“What do you think?” 

“I think I should.” He grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss full of tongue and teeth. For someone of his age he had lots of vigour. They pushed back and forth until Shota was lying on the couch with his arms above his head getting his neck attacked by kisses. “No marks, I don’t feel like explaining that to anyone.”

“Oh, but you wear a scarf,” he said before giving a dangerous bite. 

“Toshi, no.” 

“Very well,” he said switching to light kisses. His thin fingers brushed on his hole, damp with lube, before intering slowly. Shota tightened on his fingers and threw his head back with a groan. 

“Relax,” he cooed. 

Shota did as he was told and allowed the probing fingers to enter him completely. He pumped them in and out, swirling around and teasing his prostate. Shota fully relaxed and moaned at the gentle treatment. His chest was warm in a way he wasn’t completely used to. He spread his legs instinctively ready for more. 

“So eager,” he heard closer to his ear than he was expecting. 

“Please,” he muttered. “I’m ready.” 

He felt like he was falling apart in his arms, so vulnerable, so open and willing. It almost scared him… almost. 

Even in his smaller form this man had an impressive length. So every time he entered him he felt a great strain on his body. He opened his legs further hoping the change in position would make him feel better. He felt a soft genuine kiss on his temple. “Can I move?”

Shota nodded, giving him permission to take. He thrust into him gentle at first but soon the pace was relentless. He pounded into him at a speed such a skinny frame shouldn’t be able to give. Shota held onto the couch like a lifeline, losing himself to the motions. He felt an orgasm rolling out of him like a wave. He gasped and came on both of their stomachs whil Toshinori pulled out as well coming onto Shota’s stomach. 

They both panted out of breath before Toshinori kissed his temple again, a soft gesture that confused Shota. He couldn’t stay here. He made an excuse, cleaned up, and left leaving a confused and saddened Toshinori. 

They both didn’t speak a word to the other until one day Shota was flipping through channels and saw: 

NEWS ALERT: All Might injured in battle this morning, condition unknown!!! 

He ran out the door, barely remembering to lock the door and sprinted to the Hero Hospital. The location is unknown for the general pubic, but he is not the general public. He opened the door and ran to the front welcome center flashing his Hero License and said. “I need to go to Toshinori’s room.” 

“Ah yes, not a problem he is in the lower level B5.” 

“Thank you.” 

He rushed down the stairs not having the patience for an elevator and opened the door to see a perfectly healthy Toshinori with a few bandages on in a hospital bed. 

“Sho- Aizawa I wasn’t expecting to see you.”

“You look fine.” 

“Hm?”

“The news said your condition was unknown but you look fine.” His voice was unreadable, both empty and full of emotion. 

“Ah yes, we haven’t made an official report so I could have some more time to rest. We planned to make it tomorrow.” 

He kneeled on the ground and gave a long sigh. “You idiot, I was worried about you.” 

The nurse in the room slowly walked out shutting the blinds as she left to insure they have privacy. 

“Come here.” He held his hand out to him and Shota complied. He walked into Toshinori’s arms and rested his head on his shoulder. Why does he care about htis idiot?

“Why were you worried.” 

“It said condition unknown and I didn’t know whether or not you were on the brink of death or…” 

Toshinori stroked his hand and brought it to his lips. “I will not worry you again.” 

“You can’t promise that.” 

“I suppose I can’t. Then I swear on my life, I will do everything in my power not to worry you again.” 

“I’ll take it.”

Their lips met naturally, as if that is what they were made for. Their tongues mixed in a playful dance that soon turned much more passionate and powerful. Toshinori reached for his face but winced as he moved the IV. Shota climbed on top of the hosital bed and pulled up his hospital robe happy to see his length was already hardened. He gave him lazy strokes while leaning over to give long kisses. Toshinori came on his hand with a groan and Shota used it to lubricate his entrance. As soon as he felt himself wet enough he sat down on Toshinori’s thick cock. 

The overwhelming feeling only just surmounting the previous one. He lifted and lowered his hips almost unable to keep the rythmn from the sheer amount of pleasure he felt. Toshinori helped by holding onto his hips and thrusting up into them. 

“Fuck,” he groan dropping down hard, his prostate’s abuse making itself known. Toshinori clenched his teeth and fucked up into him again. “Sho-” 

Shota’s eyes opened wide. 

“Aizawa,” Toshinori corrected. 

“No, say it.” 

“Shota.” He grabbed his cheeks and pulled him down for a long kiss. “Shota,” he said again thrusting into him. 

Shota came onto thier stomachs and collaped onto his chest. They both panted out of breath before sharing another kiss. 

“Remind me to get injured more often.” 

“Purposefully get injured and I will end you.” 

Toshinori chuckled and Shota couldn’t help but chuckle too. 

“We better clean up before the nurse comes back in here,” Toshinori chuckled.

Shota looked down at his come stained shirt and chuckled as well. “And get me a new shirt.”

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