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Gotta get pumped, let's do this!!
Hizashi whistles happily as he strolls into the studio where his radio show is recorded, full of vim and vigor and ready to knock his listener's socks off. He's set to interview an up and coming young hero who has recently made his debut by taking down a notorious purse snatcher in just a few minutes, and he's preparing himself by warming up his voice with a few exercises. Singing, humming, going through different pitches, the whole nine yards; he wants to sound his best for his audience.
He plops down in his comfy leather chair and takes a sip from his mug of steaming black coffee that’s waiting for him on his desk while his sound technicians fine tune the recording equipment and sound system. Hizashi has it easy, all he has to do is ask mundane questions and try and pump up his listeners so that they stay tuned through the boring commercial bullshit. An easy feat for someone as charismatic as himself.
It should be a smooth, breezy show, and then he can get back to his other favorite activity; getting into Aizawa's pants.
They've been friends since childhood and all throughout their school years they were practically inseparable. It was really no surprise to either of them that they eventually developed romantic feelings for each other after everything they'd been through together. That, and a sloppy drunken make out session in college naturally led to them dating.
As one of the technicians tests the speakers for feedback, Hizashi spaces out and thinks of the last time he and Aizawa had engaged in...less than innocent activities. Just last night the two of them had been up till the crack of dawn fucking like rabbits, and Hizashi can't get the image of Aizawa in the throes of passion out of his head.
Aizawa, flushed and panting as Hizashi thrusts deep inside of him from behind, fingers digging bruises into Aizawa's hips. Aizawa, hands tightly clutching the sheets as he thrusts desperately back onto Hizashi's cock to push him deeper inside, moaning as he takes him to the hilt. Aizawa, tossing his head back and trembling in pleasure as Hizashi slams his cock into his sweet spot one last time before spilling himself inside Aizawa's ass, hot, sticky cum filling him to the brim and leaking out over his perfect thighs.
Hizashi bites his lip and crosses his legs when he feels himself growing hard against his jeans, the pretty sounds that spill from Aizawa's lips when he's about to cum still echoing inside Hizashi's head. God how he wants to get his hands on that ass and…
Hizashi is unfortunately snapped back to reality when his guest finally arrives, standing in the doorway, sweating and looking like a bundle of nerves. Hizashi peeks over his sunglasses and waves at the young hero, beckoning him over to sit in the guest's seat across from him.
The young man nods hesitantly and gravitates towards Hizashi, nearly tripping on a stray cable in the process. Hizashi bites back a laugh; he just got here but this kid is adorable.
"Welcome!! I'm Present Mic and I'll be interviewing you today. Sit back and relax and I'll have the crew bring you some coffee," Hizashi offers graciously, pulling his most charming smile and chuckling when the young man blushes. Looks like he's still got that old school charm.
"Ah, thank you, sir! This is my first real interview so I'm kinda nervous," the budding hero admits, wringing his hands and looking anywhere but in Hizashi's direction. He can't blame the kid, really, not many people can deal with being broadcast live on the air without being nervous. It wasn't unheard of for beginner heroes to flop in the popularity category for simply being shy. He can’t be more than nineteen by the looks of him, young and fit and truly in the prime of his life.
"Alright! All systems are clear and ready! We'll be going live in ten minutes!" shouts one of technicians, and Hizashi gives him two thumbs up before turning his attention back to the bundle of anxiety in front of him. He reaches over and pats the kid on the shoulder reassuringly, attempting to calm him at least a little lest he completely blank out once they are on the air.
"Take a minute to collect your thoughts, kid. Go grab a donut and a latte then we can chat a little before the show starts,” Hizashi suggests, and like an obedient child the budding hero nods and heads in the direction of the refreshment table on the other side of the room.
As soon as the guest walks away Hizashi feels something brush against his leg beneath his desk and he jumps a few inches out of his seat before rolling his chair back and glancing underneath it to find out what on Earth could possibly be lurking in the studio at this time of morning. A villain? A wild animal? A killer robot? Hizashi really hopes it’s none of the above because he’s really not prepared to fight right now.
What he sees sends him reeling far more than any villain could, however; beneath his desk he spots Aizawa, curled up in his signature yellow sleeping bag, groggily rubbing his eyes and yawning. Apparently, sometime during the night, Aizawa had snuck into the studio to get some peace and quiet and ended up falling asleep. It was a bad habit of his to find the most secluded spot in the building and make it his temporary bedroom.
"Shouta?! What the hell?! What are you doing under my desk?" Hizashi hisses in a hushed whisper, mentally willing himself to keep from screaming and potentially injuring everyone in the room. Aizawa shifts his eyes to Hizashi and slowly blinks a couple times before shrugging.
“I fell asleep here and woke up when you started stomping around and making noise,” he states matter of factly, as if it was Hizashi and his crew that were the problem and not him. Hizashi is flabbergasted; Aizawa really could fall asleep anywhere with a flat surface.
“We’re about to go live, Shouta! You can’t just creep under the desk while I’m trying to interview this kid. Get out of there, I’ll come visit you later,” Hizashi whispers in an urgent tone, but Aizawa seems oblivious as he unzips his sleeping bag and lazily wriggles out of it.
“I can’t leave, I technically don’t have clearance to be in here, and I really don’t feel like getting lectured by the Principal for napping on campus again,” Aizawa states before pulling out a juice pouch from his sleeping bag and sucking it dry in one gulp. Hizashi rubs his temples and sighs heavily; it’s true, if the Principal catches wind of Aizawa sleeping on the job when he’s supposed to be grading papers or mentoring students he’s liable to write him up, although Hizashi thinks that even Nedzu would hesitate to fire as amazing a hero as Aizawa. Plus, locking the door to the studio when he was finished was Hizashi’s responsibility, and if Aizawa was able to enter then he’d clearly failed on that point.
“What are you planning to do then? It’s gonna be at least a half hour before the others clear out. You just gonna stay down there and sleep?” Hizashi asks in an annoyed voice, and he lets out an exasperated sigh when Aizawa simply shrugs and sits crossed legged next to his feet.
“One minute until we’re live! Places everyone!”
Hizashi throws his hands up in defeat when the cue call is announced, unwilling to argue with someone as stubborn as Aizawa.
“Fine, but please don’t do anything weird while I’m interviewing this guy, please,” Hizashi begs, and Aizawa just rolls his eyes at him. Hizashi takes that as an “ok” and sits back in his chair before scooting it under his desk as far as it will go and pulling his microphone towards him. He puffs out his chest and prepares his radio voice, eager to get the show started.
“Goooooood morning loyal listeners! Present Mic here with our weekly up and coming hero interview. Today our special guest is none other than Blue Phantom, the budding young hero with a quirk that allows him to…ah well, I won’t say anymore, lest any of you baddie villains out there might be listening!” Hizashi says jokingly, although in reality it is a very real concern.
Blue Phantom shakes his head and gives Hizashi a small smile. “That’s ok, sir. I don’t mind explaining my quirk. I don’t think any villains will remember me just from my voice anyway.”
Hizashi chuckles. He remembers being this humble once upon a time, but that was a loooong time ago.
“Alright, kid! Then why don’t you tell us a little bit about what you can do?” Hizashi asks excitedly, his interest piqued. He thinks he’s heard of Blue Phantom’s quirk before, but he’s done so many hundreds of interviews that it’s likely that it’s gotten jumbled up in his mind. He scoots Blue Phantom’s microphone towards him eagerly, and the young man swallows hard before nodding.
“Alright, well, you see, I can-“ Blue Phantom begins explaining the basics of his quirk, and Hizashi leans in eagerly to listen, his full attention focused on his guest like a good radio show host.
Or at least, he tries to listen, but his concentration is immediately broken when he feels Aizawa shift beneath the desk and rub against his leg. He jumps a little, somehow nearly forgetting about Aizawa’s presence altogether. He instinctively shifts away from the touch and frowns when he feels Aizawa’s body weight follow him like a cat wanting to be pet.
“And that’s the gist of it,” Blue Phantom finishes his explanation before looking at Hizashi expectantly for his next interview question. He raises an eyebrow when he notices Hizashi spacing out and Hizashi immediately regrets letting his mind wander so easily, because now he just looks like an amateur.
“Wow! That’s quite the ability!” Hizashi lies through his teeth because he has no idea what on earth the kid had just said. He can’t just let a guest feel ignored on his show, though, so he plays along to avoid looking like an idiot.
“So tell us about the very first time you encountered a villain,” Hizashi prompts him, flashing the kid a smile and pretending that nothing is amiss. For a while all Aizawa does is settle against Hizashi’s legs, head resting in his lap. It’s quite cute, actually, for Aizawa to be cuddling up to him like this, and he subtly reaches under the desk to run a hand through Aizawa’s soft, unkempt hair.
Which turns out to be a mistake. He can’t help but space out again as he feels the soft strands slide through his fingers, memories of tugging a handful of them roughly as he pounds into Aizawa from behind running through his head.
No, no, no brain, we can’t go down this path. Think of anything else, please….
“I was afraid to use my powers at first because I had no idea if I could control it completely,” Blue Phantom continues his story, gesturing excitedly as he talks about his harrowing first experience against a villain, and Hizashi smiles and nods although he is only half listening. He’s sure he’ll beat himself up for it later, but right now his mind is in the gutter.
Hizashi stiffens when he suddenly feels two hands creeping up his inner thighs slowly, teasing the jean clad flesh until they reach the junction between his thigh and groin. Aizawa’s thumbs rub slow circles in the dip of Hizashi’s hips, and he has to bite his lip to keep from making any embarrassing little noises.
W-what the??
Hizashi rolls his chair back slightly and shoots a furtive glance down at Aizawa. Bloodshot eyes look back at him, and Hizashi is surprised to see a little smirk play across Aizawa’s lips. It isn’t often that Aizawa smiles, so Hizashi has memorized each time it has ever happened; he knows Aizawa’s genuinely happy smile that he gets when he picks up a stray cat, the forced smile he wears at meetings, and the unbidden smile that he hides under his scarf when Hizashi cracks a particularly stupid joke.
This, however, is completely different. This is Aizawa’s smirk, the sexy one, the promise that he is going to blow Hizashi’s mind with whatever he’s about to say or do next, and shit this really isn’t good because Hizashi can already feel his erection stirring to life at the sight.
Seriously?? Is he really going to pull something? Right here, right now? What is he thinking??
He could knee Aizawa in the gut to warn him to back off, but Hizashi really doesn’t want to hurt him, especially not when Aizawa could easily kick his ass in a one on one fight. He thinks through the various options he has to deal with this situation, and he doesn’t particularly want to deal with the outcome of any of them, but he supposes just letting Aizawa be a cock tease is the easiest right now. He can’t risk starting unsavory rumors by just letting Aizawa crawl out from under his desk and casually walk out the door.
Hizashi swallows hard as he once again nods and pretends to listen to what Blue Phantom is saying. As Aizawa’s hands hover dangerously close to his growing erection Hizashi begins to mentally panic. How can he possibly concentrate on anything with Aizawa feeling him up like a horny teenager on prom night? He tries to distract himself by forcing eye contact with Blue Phantom, who hasn’t seemed to notice how much Hizashi is fidgeting in his seat.
“And then the police came and arrested him and thanked me, and for the first time I actually felt like a real hero.”
Hizashi snaps his attention back to Blue Phantom, relieved that his sunglasses are obscuring his dilated pupils and frazzled look. He forces a cheesy smile and claps.
“A truly inspirational story. On behalf of all of us here at UA I extend my thanks for your bravery,” Hizashi continues to bullshit his way through the interview, struggling to think of the next question. Hizashi glances nervously at the clock, cursing under his breath when he sees that he still has twenty minutes left in their interview.
“Thank you, sir,” Blue Phantom says with a blush, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
“Now, are you considering partnering with any pros until you’re comfortable enough to be on your oWNNN” Hizashi’s voice raises a couple of octaves when Aizawa begins palming his erection through his jeans, and holy shit it hasn’t even been a whole day since they’d fucked and he’s already getting painfully hard at the simplest touches, although his brain is screaming at him to control himself.
Luckily Blue Phantom didn’t seem to notice his little outburst and starts talking once again, and Hizashi is thankful to whatever Gods may be watching over him that his quirk apparently wasn’t a sensory one. His body moves on its own and he grinds up into Aizawa’s hand, desperate to feel more of that wonderful friction. He can’t believe he’s getting so into being groped during a live show, but there’s just something about the riskiness of it all that sends a rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins.
He bites his lip when he feels Aizawa boldly pop open the button on his jeans, heart hammering in his chest as he anticipates Aizawa’s heated skin against his own. He really isn’t going to hold back and it’s getting Hizashi incredibly horny. His zipper is next, Aizawa making quick work of it before palming Hizashi’s cock through the thin, black material of his underwear. There’s already a growing damp spot of pre-cum staining the front and Hizashi curses himself for getting this excited so quickly, his self-control having flown out the window the moment Aizawa touched him.
“I think of all the pro heroes currently out there that I would pair the best with someone who could cover the blind spots of my quirk so that we could watch each other’s backs. I’ve actually made a list of heroes I think would work well with me, if you want to hear it,” Blue Phantom offers, a hint of giddiness in his voice.
“Sure,” Hizashi complies just a little too quickly, trying to avoid being in the spotlight any longer than necessary. Luckily the kid is seemingly oblivious to the radio host’s current situation, too caught up in his excitement to notice. As he starts spouting off various pro hero names and their quirks Hizashi melts back into his chair, wishing the earth would open up and swallow him whole because he’s enjoying this way too much.
Hizashi bites his lip when his underwear is abruptly tugged down to free his dick, the cool morning air of the studio hitting the heated flesh as Aizawa takes him in his hand. His cock is flushed a pretty shade of pink, beads of clear liquid dripping down his length and coating Aizawa’s fingers in natural lubricant. Aizawa gives him a few slow, teasing strokes, smearing pre-cum over Hizashi’s cock and slicking it nicely.
Aizawa’s unoccupied hand plays with the mess of blonde curls at the base of Hizashi’s cock before trailing down to massage the sensitive skin of his sack. He slides his thumb across the head of Hizashi’s cock, rubbing little circles around the slit and pressing ever so lightly until Hizashi squirms in his seat from the sensation. Aizawa knows exactly where and how Hizashi likes to be touched, how to drive him absolutely insane with a simple stroke of his hand, and Hizashi would love nothing more than to yank Aizawa out from under his desk and pin him underneath him before ravaging every inch of the other’s skin he could get his hands on.
All he can do at the moment, however, is grip the armrests of his chair and try not to scream as Aizawa pumps his cock mercilessly. Hizashi desperately hopes that the blush he feels creeping up his neck doesn’t make its way to his cheeks and he pulls the collar of his jacket up ever so slightly just in case.
“And that’s the list I came up with, though I don’t know if most of the pros even know I exist, haha,” Blue Phantom nervously laughs off his insecurities while looking down at his lap.
“Don’t be so modest, kid! That’s why I’m here! I’m sure that after hearing your story the pros will be climbing all over themselves for a ch-chance to pAHHHrtner with YOuuuu,” Hizashi struggles to speak as he suddenly feels something warm and wet flick across the tip of his cock and holy shit this is bad.
Oh my God, is he really going to…?
A slow lick up the underside of his shaft answers Hizashi’s question and he cannot believe that Aizawa is really going to suck him off, right here, on live radio, with a guest in the room, but he’ll be damned if he isn’t into it.
“Thank you for the vote of confidence, sir. I appreciate it.”
Hizashi begins sweating profusely when Blue Phantom focuses his gaze on him, all while Aizawa continues to drag his tongue along the length of his cock, up and down, before dipping it into the slit to taste Hizashi’s excitement in the form of salty, clear liquid.
Hizashi mentally panics; he’s got to get the show moving again, and fast, before he blows his cover. “Right. Well, then, onto the next question-“
“Actually sir, isn’t it time for the Q&A session from the audience?” Blue Phantom asks curiously, and Hizashi glances at the clock on the wall to see that it is indeed already time for them to answer a few questions from listeners, which is normally his favorite part of the show, but right now he just wants it to end.
Unfortunately Aizawa picks that exact moment to take Hizashi’s cock in his mouth, slowly engulfing him in warm, wet heat until his nose is buried in blonde curls at the base. Hizashi frantically grips the armrests of his chair as Aizawa swallows his cock to the hilt, hardly giving him any time to adjust to the sudden overwhelming pleasure. He’s no All Might, but Hizashi likes to think he’s above average in the dick department, and so when Aizawa takes all of him with such ease he can’t help but be impressed.
“O-oh, riiiight, ahhHHH, you’re absolutely 100% cor-rect! Let’s take the first cAHHHll-“ Hizashi signals to one of the technicians to pick a caller at random, thankful that other than a raised eyebrow he showed no indication of catching on to Hizashi’s odd behavior. Once the technician gives him a thumbs up indicating that the caller is on the line, Hizashi swallows hard and does his best to ignore the way Aizawa digs his nails into his inner thighs as he bobs his head up and down, sucking and swirling his tongue over the tip of Hizashi’s cock and driving him absolutely crazy.
“Hello, loyal listener! This is Present Mic! Thank you so much for calling! You’re on the air! Why don’t you tell us your name and what question you have for our guest?” Hizashi thankfully manages to get through the introduction without stumbling over his words, but while the caller introduces themselves Hizashi makes the grave mistake of glancing down at Aizawa. Bloodshot eyes stare directly into Hizashi’s green ones, and holy shit it was a bad idea to look because Aizawa looks so fucking hot with his mouth stretched around Hizashi’s cock, a bit of saliva and pre-cum dribbling down his chin. Hizashi loves it when the cool, calm and collected Aizawa looks so debauched; if he had a camera he would take a picture for future spanking purposes.
Hizashi groans low in his throat as he feels a familiar pressure growing in the base of his spine and every nerve in his body feels like it’s slowly catching fire as he feels the head of his cock hit the back of Aizawa’s throat over and over, and he can’t help but admire Aizawa’s ability to suppress his gag reflex. He glances up to make sure no one is looking specifically at him before sliding a hand beneath the desk and running his fingers through Aizawa’s dark hair, tugging it gently in encouragement.
Meanwhile, to keep up appearances, Hizashi nods, smiles, and adds some very short, ambiguous commentary whenever he detects a break in the conversation during the interview. He can’t afford to sound like a space cadet on his own talk show.
It’s quickly becoming harder and harder to play along, however. Hizashi’s heartrate has skyrocketed and his breathing has turned ragged and holy shit, his legs are trembling as Aizawa practically sucks his soul out through his cock, all the while never breaking eye contact. Little jolts of pleasure shoot up his spine as Aizawa gives him a particularly harsh suck and digs his nails in hard enough to leave little raw, pink scratches in the sensitive flesh of Hizashi’s pale thighs.
God damn it, of course Aizawa knows exactly how he likes it; a little bit of pain mixed with mind numbing pleasure always reduces Hizashi to a quivering mess at his feet. He practically jumps out of his seat when he feels teeth gently graze the head of his cock and much to his dismay an embarrassingly high pitched keening noise escapes his lips.
Hizashi immediately slaps a hand over his mouth and looks around frantically to see if anyone had heard him; fortunately Blue Phantom and the crew are laughing at something the caller just said and are paying him no mind. He’s got to be the luckiest man on earth, that or the people in the studio are purposely ignoring his weirdness; either way, his poker face is slowly crumbling and he isn’t sure how much more he can take.
He can feel his orgasm creeping up on him slowly, his cock now producing a steady dribble of pre-cum that Aizawa laps up eagerly, seemingly enjoying the taste of how excited Hizashi has become. Luckily the background noise of the studio is enough to drown out the lewd, wet sounds coming from beneath the desk as Aizawa lets all but the tip slide from his mouth, the flushed skin of Hizashi’s cock glistening with saliva in the harsh studio lights. Hizashi whines a little at the sudden loss of warmth around his cock and rolls his hips desperately to try and get Aizawa to take him back into that heavenly mouth of his.
Instead Aizawa smirks around the head of Hizashi’s cock before wrapping a hand around the base and giving him a few rough strokes as he swirls and laps his tongue at the slit. Hizashi is standing on the edge of ecstasy and he shoots Aizawa a pleading look because holy shit he needs to cum and soon. Aizawa finally takes mercy on him and swallows his cock up to the part that his hand is covering, pushing a few strands of stray hair behind his ear and looking way too fucking sexy for Hizashi to handle right now.
As the next caller is put on the line Hizashi smiles and nods to whatever the fuck Blue Phantom had just said to him, his brain short circuiting as his body thrums with pleasure. He’s got a firm grip on Aizawa’s hair now, guiding him up and down the length of his cock as he thrusts into that warm, wet heat over and over, thankful that he just oiled the squeakiness out of his office chair over the weekend. Aizawa only grows more eager as Hizashi fucks his mouth and he doubles his efforts to drain Hizashi dry, hollowing out his cheeks with a particularly harsh suck.
Hizashi wouldn’t be surprised if he’s drooling all over himself as he feels himself inching dangerously close to his climax. Aizawa, sensing that Hizashi is about to cum from the way he’s trembling and pulsing in his mouth, releases his grip on the base of Hizashi’s cock and takes his entire length in one swallow, the head hitting the back of his throat once more, and Hizashi is done for. He bites his lip hard enough to make it bleed to stop himself from shouting as he cums hard right down Aizawa’s throat, mind blowing pleasure hitting him like a tidal wave. His vision whites out and every nerve in his body is on fire as he spills himself into Aizawa’s mouth, the sheer amount of semen he’s been holding back quickly filling up the limited space and dripping down the corner of Aizawa’s lips.
He trembles as Aizawa greedily sucks him dry, not letting a single drop of warm, sticky semen go to waste. He thrusts weakly into Aizawa’s mouth until he’s completely spent, chest heaving and legs quivering like jelly. Once he’s satisfied that he’s milked Hizashi for all he’s worth, Aizawa lets Hizashi’s cock slide from his mouth with a wet pop and licks his lips to collect the myriad of saliva and fluids that stain his swollen lips.
Hizashi moans weakly at the erotic sight and vaguely registers Aizawa wiping the remaining fluids off his cock before tucking him back into his pants and zipping them up. How kind of him.
Though his vision is a bit hazy from sheer sexual exhaustion, Hizashi catches the signal that the Q&A segment is over and that it’s time to end the show. It takes a minute for his brain to catch up and process the information before he sits up slowly and pulls his mic to him, a satisfied grin playing across his lips. He hasn’t been sucked off like that in quite a while and hot damn does he feel satisfied.
“Well then, that was quite the show, wasn’t it, folks? I’m afraid we’re all out of time for today, so thank you for listening and remember to get out there and support your local heroes. This is Present Mic, signing off. PLUS ULTRA!!” He ends the show with UA’s signature saying before switching off his microphone and relaxing back into his chair, body tingling with aftershocks as he settles into post sexual bliss.
“Thank you so much for having me on your show, sir. It was fun,” Blue Phantom muses and rises from his seat, extending his hand for a handshake and flashing Hizashi a winning smile. Hizashi gives him a dumb look, mind hazy, before realizing that he’s supposed to reciprocate and takes the young man’s hand in his own, giving him a vigorous handshake.
“The pleasure was all mine. Good luck out there, kid.”
Blue Phantom bows before turning and heading towards the door, and Hizashi thinks that he sincerely wants this kid to succeed, if only because he didn’t give him his full undivided attention on his very first interview. Ah well. If he’s really serious about becoming a pro this surely won’t be his last chance at media exposure.
Once the crew finish wrapping up the show and rechecking the equipment they begin filing out the door one by one until only the head technician is left. Hizashi becomes annoyed when he doesn’t immediately follow the others.
Shit. It looks like he wants to talk. Of all the times…
The technician tentatively walks over to Hizashi’s desk, face scrunched up with worry, and Hizashi has to pretend not be disappointed that he’s still around.
“Sir, um,” he begins, wringing his hands nervously, “I didn’t want to say anything with the others around but, are you alright? You were fidgeting and sweating an awful lot during the show. Also, I don’t know if you noticed, but your lip is bleeding. Are you coming down with something? Can I get you anything?” He asks with genuine concern, and although Hizashi would normally be touched by the sentiment right now he just wants to punch the guy.
Hizashi swallows hard and forces himself to look the technician in the eye before flashing a fake smile.
“Don’t worry, I’m fine. Just fine. Peachy keen, even, haha,” Hizashi rubs the back of his neck and waves off the technician’s concern, laughing nervously. He loves his staff, truly he does, but he really doesn’t want to be interrogated right now.
“Oh, ok…well, please let me know if you need anything.”
“Will do. Thank you.”
The technician nods before heading out the door and Hizashi is finally able to breathe a sigh of relief when it’s just him and Aizawa left in the eerily quiet studio. Once a few minutes have passed and the coast is truly clear Hizashi scoots his chair back and folds his arms and looks down at Aizawa. Aizawa slowly crawls out from under the desk and stretches, muscles aching from being in such a cramped spot for so long, although it’s his own fault. He dusts off his pants and catches the shit eating grin Hizashi gives him out of the corner of his eye.
“What? Stop looking at me like that.”
“Oh nothing, I just had no idea you found me so irresistible is all,” Hizashi teases, and Aizawa shoots him a nasty look, although Hizashi knows it’s all just an act. He had instigated this, after all.
“But do me a favor next time and wait until after my show, I can’t afford to keep having little outbursts on the air.”
Aizawa makes a tch noise and climbs onto Hizashi’s lap before wrapping his arms around his neck and nipping at his earlobe, sending a little shiver up Hizashi’s spine.
“And what if I don’t feel like waiting?” Aizawa whispers into Hizashi’s ear and grinds his ass down against Hizashi’s crotch, and Hizashi gasps because he can feel Aizawa’s cock hard against his abdomen through the material of his jumpsuit.
Hizashi groans and kisses Aizawa’s neck, inhaling his scent and trying his best not to just toss him onto the desk and have his way with him right then and there, even though he’d just cum not even ten minutes ago.
“You’re killing me, baby. Can’t say I don’t like your enthusiasm though.”
It doesn’t take long for them to jump right back into feeling each other up, and before Hizashi has a chance to react Aizawa is shoving his tongue into his mouth, the bitter taste of Hizashi’s cum still lingering on his tongue. Hizashi moans and melts into the kiss, grabbing Aizawa’s ass and massaging the firm cheeks through the thin material of his jumpsuit. At this rate he is never going to get to leave the studio.
Oh well, Hizashi always did like to end his shows with a bang.