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Part 3 later

"Fuuuck, zashi it feels so good" he moaned as the phantom cock penetrated starting with an easy speed and hit his favorite spots, the feeling of being filled causing him to thrust his hips against Hizashi's stomach, "I want more though, want you too" he begged

while the pupils became near nonexistent when Shouta bite him.
Hizashi gripped the backs of Sho's thighs as he stood, Shouta silently responding by locking his legs around him, flinging his shirt off, and going back to marking up his partners neck.

in revenge, Sho bite hard against his collar bone, not hard enough to draw blood but there would be a well developed, long-lasting mark.
If anyone else had been with them, one might say that the now completely red, swirling irises of Hizashi's grew even larger

"too bad the kit who is touching you can't actually feel how hot and wet and good you truly feel" his other hand moving from clutching Shouta's hip to brushing his labia as lightly as possible.
"O-of course this is your doing...hnng fuuuck....I haven't been on patrol a-a-all month because of this"

"fuck Zashi, more...more"
Holding his moan in his throat, Hizashi thrust up to meet Shouta, one hand still holding his face despite the awkward angle, "Why are you begging me baby? Im not the one touching you right now" using his Dom and teasing tone, Hizashi finally let out his moan,

"You're the love of my life. I want more though and I know you do too"
"But I can live just as happily with just you," he pleaded, closing his eyes and leaning into Hizashi more to rest his forehead on Hizashi's collarbone
Shouta suddenly gasped and ground his hips down against Hizashi's crotch

"Zashi, when are you gonna let us be together" Sho whispered, his voice unusually soft and timid like he didn't actually want Zashi to hear him
One of Zashis hand lifted to Shouta's face, his thumb brushing against the scar under Shouta's eye, "soon baby," he whispered back,

Shucking off his bottoms and boxers, Shouta began to straddle Hizashi on the chair, gripping his hair and pulling backwards on it to force his best friends face upwards, Hizashi's hands going to grip his hips involuntarily and green eyes swirling with red in his arousal

"Already in motion? Why don't I trust that?" He only got a smirk in reply. Shouta sighed, lightly shook his head, and then downed the rest of his beer. If Hizashi wanted this weird power play that was fine with him, he'd answer back in kind

Aizawa lightly rolled his eyes, drank some of his own beer anyway, "oh? You plan on doing something?"
"Oh my plan is already in motion friend" Yamada caressed Shouta's cheek, "drink up for a few minutes" then flopped on the recliner Shou often used as his bed

"That's bullshit and you know it Hizashi," Shouta grumbled but still accepted the drink
"Oh, I think even without the beer you'll be feeling much better in a few minutes," the blonde smirked, being the bottle to his lips and downing half the drink in one go

"Migraine?" Hizashi questioned, much quieter. Despite his friends complaints, his greeting wasn't actually much louder than a normal inside voice.
"Not quite, I already took meds to keep it from getting there"
"Sorry bud, beer? I hear alcohol is excellent for brain pain" he offered a bottle

"Knock knock Sho, I brought beer this time" Hizashi lets himself into his friends apartment-dorm.
"Do you have to be so loud all the time
Hizashi? You're not even Mic right now" Aizawa emerged from his bedroom, lounge clothes on and flopping on his couch.

"Exactly 3 hours baby, I'll know if you start earlier and surely you don't want to be punished again right?"
"3 hours. I promise"
"Good. Such a good boy you are for me"

Can you do that for Sir?"
Mic lightly bite Shinsous ear lobe while pinching his nipple again, earning a heady whiny gasp, " ye-yes Sir. I'll do whatever you say Sir"

"Do you want me to sneak over tonight Sir?" Shinsou hoped to every and any god or goddess the answer was yes
"Not tonight. I do need erasers help on a situation tonight. What I want you to do is go to your dorm and tease yourself for 3 hours before playing with that toy I got you, okay baby?

"Oh we're in a well timed blind spot baby boy" the hand on Hitoshi's shoulder moved down between two buttons of his shirt to ghost over and pinch a nipple, causing another moan from the student, "Kami you drive me crazy when I see you training baby"

He then jogged up to meet Shinsou, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him into a side hallway, "Hey there Hito," he whispered into his neck, hand tangling itself into the soft purple locks
Hitoshi let out a small moan at the gentle tugging, "Sir, the cameras"

"I'll let you get cleaned up then Eraser, I'll drop by later tonight to finish this discussion," Mic also dismissed himself in his usual manner. Wide paces to catch the door before it fully closed behind their mutual student.

Neither had a serious expression so they must have gotten off topic from the case
Mic needed advice on.
"Hey Listener" Mic cut Aizawa off upon Shinsou getting within earshot
"Sensei, I'll uuh see you in class tomorrow " shinsou lightly bowed and made his way out of the gym.

Hitoshi could at least prep for some evening fun in the shower without raising suspicion.
Leaving the locker room, cheeks flushed not from the waters heat, he was surprised to still see the two teachers talking.

15 less minutes of getting thrown around by his teacher wasn't going to hurt his overall strength or place in class. 15 minutes less with the undivided attention of his favorite person only mildly saddened him, and since Aizawa would be talking to Mic for a good minute,

"it's about a case so why don't you go clean up a little early Listener"
"Oh ummm..okay then." Hitoshi slightly bowed and half jogged to the locker room entrance. It was almost the end of their training time anyway,

"Go beyond plus ultra" a new voice shouted a little too loud to be normal
"Mic" Aizawa glared, quirk flared just to make a point, "what are you doing here?"
"Needed a quick word," the blonde teacher replied, pointing to Hitoshi with his usual finger guns,

"To be fair, it's a new technique and I've had 3 days of practice," Hitoshi grunted as he shifted his weight to Aizawa's hold, "3 days that I've also been tasked with creating a signature move"

Hitoshi's back slammed into the gym mat, his body bouncing just slightly before Aizawa's knee slammed into his sternum.
"Caught again" his mentor smirked, pressing just a hair more pressure before expertly jumping up and extending his hand to his student.

Part 2 when I get off work! This is also on twt up to part 5 and whole fic on AO3