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Aizawa sat on the old, leather couch. His legs crossed on the cushion, he leaned against his boyfriend. Aizawa turned his head, resting his face in Yamada's neck. Hizashi Yamada. People just called him Mic, or by his hero name, Present Mic. Though, Aizawa was only called Mr. Aizawa by students, Eraserhead and Shouta by his lover. Yamada looked down, his chin rested atop Aizawa's thick black hair. It wasn't often they got to spend time together, even at home. They were always grading papers or working on activities. It wasn't often they got personal time, besides cuddling in bed.
Yamada left a gentle kiss on the top of Aizawa's head, letting out a soft chuckle. "You're so cute Shouta." He hummed, slinging his arms around Aizawa's shoulders as he overlooked some paperwork on the coffee table, pulling Aizawa into his lap. Aizawa looked up at his lover, his eyes heavy, as always. He let his lips curl into a smile and rested his face in Yamada's neck once more. Yamada smiled widely, his cheeks turning red and his dimples showing. Aizawa loved the way Mic smiled. It made his heart skip a beat. Yamada was always fast. Two steps ahead of everyone. He was so energetic. His quirk was literally the ability to scream loud enough to make ears bleed. He also wore eccentric clothes. He carried a speaker around his neck that amplified his screams, a leathery black trench coat, state of the art headphones, black leather gloves, tight pants and big boots. It all seemed so uncomfortable, but that's also how Yamada felt about Aizawa's clothes. Aizawa normally wore a baggy black sweatshirt and baggy black sweatpants. A yellow belt strapped around his waist and layers of scarves that he used as weapons. Under the scarves were a pair of yellow goggles that Aizawa used with his quirk. There was a reason they called him Eraserhead. Aizawa's quirk was the ability to temporarily erase someone's quirk. His eyes turn blood red and his long, black hair would defy gravity. He'd widen his eyes and next thing you knew, you were quirkless until he closed his eyes, which might be why they're always strained.
Even though they were normally busy, it was drawing close to the summer training camp, and Aizawa would be gone for awhile. "Aww.. I'm gonna miss your pretty face Shouta!" Yamada whined and cupped Aizawa's cheeks, gazing into his eyes. Aizawa smiles widely and connected their lips, his cheeks turning red because he couldn't stop smiling. Yamada shuddered lightly as Aizawa moved his lips away from his and instead started to run his lips down Yamada's neck. Yamada straightened out and grasped Aizawa's sweater slightly, his heart beating rapidly. Aizawa smirked softly, taking advantage of the fact that Yamada didn't have a speaker around him. And either way, Yamada loved having those purple and blue bruises hidden under his speaker and down his body. Aizawa lifted his head and rested his teeth on Yamada's ear gently, nibbling carefully as he slipped his fingers into Yamada's baggy white T-Shirt. Yamada had shivers running up his spine and he didn't necessarily want Aizawa between his legs anymore. Aizawa ran his fingers against Yamada's stomach and listened to him let out a soft, needy whimper. This made Aizawa even shiver a little. Aizawa moved down Yamada's neck and bit down until he left a bruise. "Sh-Shouta!" Yamada gasped and closed his eyes tightly, shivering as he tilted his hips towards Aizawa's. Aizawa ran his hands down to Yamada's hips and pulled his lips away from the others neck. "I'm sure gonna miss your pretty face too." Aizawa sighed softly and smiled, watching Yamada's face light up. Yamada was fidgeting relentlessly, biting his lip softly. "Shoutaaaa-!" Yamada whined and hid his face from the other.
Aizawa chuckled and picked Yamada up, carrying him to their bedroom, laying him down on the bed. Aizawa slid his sweater off and watched the others face light up. He chuckled and kissed his forehead, reaching his hands under his shirt once more, even though he knew the other was anxious for something more. His legs even trembled a little in anticipation. Aizawa lifted the others chin, looking into his intoxicating hazel eyes. Yamada shivered and tried effortlessly to draw his gaze away, but he couldn't. Instead he rested his hands on Aizawa's cheeks and pulled him into a lustful kiss. It was quick, but something predatory and hungry. It only lasted a second before Aizawa was back to undressing the other. Aizawa pushed Yamada's shirt up and slipped it over his head. Yamada had his legs spread, trying to relive the pressure on his hard-on. Aizawa slid the others jeans off next, resting between his legs as he slid his own sweatpants off. Aizawa ran his fingers through he others long, blond hair as he left another mark on his neck. He smirked as Yamada slid his boxers off, feeling his heart race. Aizawa's boxers were next and finally the pressure was relived
"A-Aizawa!" Yamada called out and covered his mouth, his hips trembling slightly as he spread his legs a little wider for Aizawa, who held the other close to his chest. Aizawa didn't bother to move slow, he knew that wasn't enough for Yamada, and in all honesty he wanted to hear the others noises. It was like music to him, only a type of music he heard once in awhile and it had to be played just right. Yamada was scratching down the others back, wrapping his legs around Aizawa's hips. "Sh-Ahh.." Yamada breathed and tightened his stomach as Aizawa moved quickly and maybe even tighter than before. Yamada arched his back and leaned his head to the side, breathing quickly as he shrieked praises to his boyfriend. Aizawa pushed the others hands down against the bed and started to move faster until he felt Yamada's legs trembling against his hips. Aizawa smirked and rested his face in the others neck, holding his hands down as he bit down on Yamada's neck. Yamada's eyes were clouded with lust and pleasure. His back stayed arched and he moved his hips with Aizawa's movements, forcing him to tremble a little more than he was before. As Aizawa moved faster and a little rougher, forcing a few breathy gasps out of Yamada. "AHh- Aizawa!" Yamada cried out and let out a few weak moans. Aizawa smiled smugly and stopped torturing the others neck, looking down as he let go of the others hands. "You look so pretty like this Hizashi~" Aizawa purred and pulled him into a soft kiss, wiping a few stimulated tears off his cheeks. Yamada smiled a little and draped his arms around Aizawa's shoulders, leaning his head back slightly as he started getting closer to finishing. Aizawa smirked softly and pulled away from Yamada's lips. Immediately Yamada started to let out shaky moans and started squirming a little, closing his eyes tightly as he arched his back.
The two finished together not long after and relaxed a little, cuddling close together. "You owe me big time. I was supposed to be filling out papers." Yamada grumbled and hid his face in Aizawa's neck, yawning softly. Aizawa chuckled softly and kissed the top of his head, smiling tiredly. "I'll make it up to you, don't worry, you baby." He smiled and chuckled as Yamada glared at him softly. "I love you." Aizawa said softly and kissed the others forehead. Yamada smiled a little and sighed softly, kissing the other gently as a way to say; "I love you too."
