Thread by @WhiskeyGinger3

There's really not enough #Shinzawa around.

Give me Shinsou, who has been absent parental figures, trusted adults, and physical affection for most of his life.

But now he has Aizawa training him, taking an interest in him, legitimately caring about him.

But Shinsou is also a hormonal teenager, not long out of puberty, and is having a hard time keeping his familial respect and affection of Aizawa separate from his HornyFeelings(TM).

He /craves/ Aizawa's attention; he's never gotten any from an adult before! Not good attention anyway.

And if he asks for it or initiates it, Aizawa is generous with his attention. He'll ruffle his hair, squeeze his shoulder, even wrap Hitoshi up in the warmest, tightest hugs+

when Hitoshi wants.

Hitoshi starts trying to get his touch more and more.
He hugs him more, longer, harder.

He stands closer. Leans against his side. Lays a head on his shoulder once. He wants Aizawa to just tuck him under his arm and keep him there.

He starts pawing at Aizawa's jumpsuit to hint that he wants some physical affection and Aizawa /always/ gives him what he wants.

He can't help it that when he's pressed up against Shouta, he gets a little tingly in his groin.

He wants Aizawa's hands on his skin. Aizawa has started carding his finger through Hitoshi's hair sometimes, when the boy seems to want it. Hitoshi nuzzles his face against his hand, pushes up harder against his side.

One day when they're, well, basically he could call it cuddling at this point, Hitoshi slips his hand into Shouta's. Shouta is a little surprised, but allows it, and wraps his fingers between Hitoshi's smaller ones and squeezes.

Shouta is always careful to keep this moments of affection private. Either restricting them to after training when they're alone in the gym, or, as has been happening more recently, behind closed doors when Hitoshi comes to hang out with his mentor in the teacher's dorm.

Sometimes, he thinks Hitoshi might have a semi or something, judging by the slight buldge in his sweats sometimes, but he's a teen, it happens, it's normal, nbd. He doesn't think about it.

He usually has something of a chub himself after they train so who's he to nitpick?

One evening, they're sitting in Aizawa's living room floor, Aizawa grading essays with right hand, Hitoshi curled up tightly around his left arm on the floor beside him.

Shouta's hand rests on the inside of Hitoshi's knee, his legs tucked underneath him as he sits one hip +

+leanig most of his body weight on Shouta. Hitoshi has his arms wrapped tightly around Shota's arm and his head rests on his shoulder, face tucked against his neck.

His sat like this for a while, Hitoshi is probably asleep.

But Hitoshi squeezes his arm tighter, which pulls Shouta's hand up his thigh a little. He looks down at the boy; is he upset? He seems to be extra needy today.

Hitoshi's face does seem a bit pinched.

In truth, Hitoshi is upset. He's had the shittiest week from hell and he just needs some love. Shouta is his literal favorite person in the whole world and he can never seem to get enough. He wants to beg for more.

His chest kind of aches with the sadness that's followed him around all week, plus the need to have Shouta's affirmation.

But that's not all that aches.

On top of that, he's been sitting here inhaling Shouta's /amazing/ scent for who knows how long +

And his cock has grown steadily harder the whole time.

Shouta smells so /good/! It's manly and musky, a little bit spicy - a combination of Shouta's natural scent and the deoderant Hitoshi knows he wears.

He pulls on Shouta's arm again, trying to hug it even tighter against his chest and stomach. This time, Shouta's hand is pulled even further up his leg and the outside of his wrist bumps Hitoshi's erection in his pants.

Shouta freezes. He doesn't dare even breath.

Hitoshi squirms and subtly presses his hips forward against his hand, but of course Shouta notices that.

Hitoshi's breathing is a little more heavy in his ear. As a test, Shouta moves his wrist up and down against the hard cock, just to see what reaction he gets.

He hears Hitoshi inhale sharply through his nose and he presses his hips forward again, less subtly.

Ok. Ok... so...Hitoshi isn't actually asleep. Hitoshi knows what he's doing. Hitoshi wants this?

Suddenly Hitoshi can't stand it anymore. He /has/ to taste the skin he's been smelling for the last 25 minutes; the skin he's been looking at and wanting to touch for weeks.

Shouta feels Hitoshi's chin tip up and there are lips pressed delicately to the column of his throat,

they suck just the tiniest bit and oh fuck he's hard.
Yep, Shouta Aizawa's cock just went from 0 to 60 as if he were a teenager himself.

Well, come on, it hasn't been /THAT/ long since he's been a teenager, ok? He's still young.

He feels the tip of a tongue tentatively taste his skin and he pulls in a shuddering breath, turning his head down towards the boy's face.

And somehow, before he can even register how it happened, Hitoshi's mouth is against his and they're kissing.

And holy shit, why does that feel so good?
Hitoshi slides down the couch they were leaning against, and Shouta follows, maintaining their kiss, until he finds himself hovered over the boy, flat on his back.

He pulls back just enough to look in the boy's eyes, expecting to find panic, disgust, regret, somethin. But what he sees are Hitoshi's purple eyes hazed over entirely with lust.
Hitoshi grips the side of his shirt and yanks, pulling Aizawa firmly down on top of him.

Shout presses his tongue into Hitoshi's mouth and is met with a groan and a roll of hips.

The reaction sends a little twitch through his own hard cock and he decides right then and there that they're doing this.

Fuck anything else, Hitoshi is panting in need underneath him and fuck whether it's right or wrong, he knows they both understand what's happening and are more than OK with it.

They kiss heatedly, tongues devouring, sucking and biting lips. Shouta grunts as he rolls his hips down to grind against Hitoshi and Hitoshi gasps at the stimulation.

Shouta gets his knees under him and grips Hitoshi's lithe hips in his strong grip and lifts to grind him up against his crotch. Hitoshi whines at that and wraps a fist into Shouta's long hair.

"More. Sensei, more."

He's pulling at the hem of his own shirt, trying to tug it up and off. Shouta divests Hitoshi and himself of their tops quickly and then dips down to press their torsos together.

Both moan loudly and finally, /finally/ being skin-to-skin.

Hitoshi is all lean muscle in the way that only teenagers can be, while Shouta is thicker with muscles earned and maintained over almost a decade and a half, dark hair dusting his pecs and down his lower abdomen.

Shouta strokes one hand reverently from Hitoshi's neck, over his collarbone, and down his chest. Hitoshi catches it and pushes it further south until the hand cups his straining erection.

"Touch..." he whispers.

Shouta fishes Hitoshi's cock out from his sweats and begins to stroke him.

Hitoshi has never had anyone touch him there before, no one but himself, but Aizawa-Sensei is sooooo much better at it.

He arches his back and pants at the overwhelming pleasure.

Shouta drops a kiss to his collarbone rocks his own straining cock down against Hitoshi's thigh, trying to get any sort of relief for himself.

One Hitoshi notices, he tugs insistently at the sides of Shouta's track bottoms.
"Off, off."

Shouta adjusts to shimmy his own pants and underwear down enough that he can get his own cock and balls out.

He presses them against Hitoshi's and the both moan desperately in unison.

Aizawa doesn't have what one would call a super /active/ sex life, but still, he doesn't remember the last time he felt this good or desperate fooling around with anybody.

"Give me your hand," he instructs. He takes Hitoshi's hand and wraps it along with his own around both their cocks, guiding Hitoshi in how to give them both the most pleasure.

Hitoshi is staring wide-eyed at their moving hands, mouth openly panting with sweat beading at his temple.

Shouta is leaning on one elbow by Hitoshi's head. Hitoshi reaches his free hand up to swipe some of his unruly purple hair out of his eyes before

Shouta snags in and holds it in his own up above Hitoshi's head.

"Oh fuck...." Hitoshi bites his lip and screws his eyes shut, tipping his head back in ectasy. He's getting close.

"Yes, Hitoshi, feel good for me. I want you to feel so good."

He increases the speed of their hands and lunges down to swallow Hitoshi's scream with a kiss. His kid's hips buck twice under him and he comes over their joined hands.

As Hitoshi pants and starts to come down from his orgasm, Shouta drops his softening +

dick and the boy's cum-covered hand to pump his own dick furiously, hovering over the boy's body.

It doesn't take long; less than a dozen harsh strokes over his weeping cock and he's spilling onto Hitoshi's bare stomach with a deep groan.

He collapses but rolls to avoid landing on top of the smaller man, rolling them both together so that Hitoshi ends up laying on top of him.

He envelopes the boy in his strong arms, cradling his head against his chest.

He drops a kiss onto the top of he messy mane and they catch their breath.

He doesn't know how Hitoshi is going to feel after all that. Wants him to feel ok, to not be upset or panicked.

After a minute, Hitoshi rubs his cheek against the soft hair of Aizawa's built chest.

"Thank you," he mutters.

And Aizawa knows they're going to be alright.
They have a lot to talk about; a ton.
But they're going to be ok.

~End~

Whelp I really didn't expect to write THAT.
But here we are.

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