Erasermic 18+

After Work

(A/N: I know there's only 3 chapters, but they're three damn good ones!)

Aizawa shut the door to his room, sluggishly making his way to the couch. He collapsed face first into the fluffy cushions, wrapping his tired arms around one of the throw pillows and letting out a groan of exhaustion and frustration.

"Geez those little dudes can be nightmares!" Yamada said with a worn out sigh, plopping himself down on Aizawa's rump. The eraser hero let out an "umph!"

"Will you get off??" He huffed, turning his head to Yamada, who was letting his hair down. "Why? It's comfy." He said playfully, squirming around to get comfortable.

"Because your bony ass is hurting me." Aizawa responded, turning over and knocking Yamada off.

Yamada landed on the ground, and chuckled as he looked back at his partner. "Well we can't all have butts as big and juicy as yours Shota!"

He was silenced by a pillow hitting him in the face. "Ow! That hurt!" Yamada whined, standing up. "It's a pillow, how hard could that've been?" Aizawa asked rhetorically.

He grit his teeth and hissed, rubbing his back. "Dammit...my back is so sore." He complained, rubbing his lower back.

"Yeah, being body slammed by Kirishima isn't too fun." Yamada laughed. Aizawa nodded in agreement, closing his eyes and groaning.

His eyes snapped back open when he felt his shirt being pulled up. "Zashi, what the hell are you doing?" He turned over again and stared with a furrowed brow at his lover.

"You said your back was sore, so I'm trying to help you out." Yamada said with a sly smile. "Now just lay back and relax and let the P dog do his thing."

"Don't call yourself that." Aizawa said with a huff of laughter. He laid back on his stomach, hugging the pillow once more.

Yamada's pulled up Aizawa's shirt, and his soft hands began to massage Aizawa's aching back. Aizawa let out a soft moan into the pillow. Yamada's hands were magic; his palms pressed and kneaded the red-eyed hero's skin, seemingly instantly relieving his tender back. Yamada pressed between his partner's shoulder blades, hands traveling down his torso.

Yamada bit his lip, his cheeks turning a soft red as his hands caressed Aizawa's lower back, moving farther down until his thumbs had breached his lover's pants, and had slipped into his underwear.

"Too close to the equator, Zashi." Aizawa grunted, feeling his pants tightening. "Am I?" Yamada replied in a mischievous tone.

"Yes." Aizawa responded bluntly. "G-get your hands out of there before i-"
"Before you what?" Yamada purred, reaching his hand around and gripping Aizawa's hardening cock.