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Sekijiro shifted beside him, a deep groan rumbling against Aizawa’s back as he smiled. His thick arm drew tighter around Shouta’s middle, pulling him against his chest and keeping him secure even as he came awake. “Stay put.” It was still early, they had a while before they would have to get up and get to work, so Aizawa relented. He contorted just enough to kiss Sekijiro’s cheek, making his lover rumble happily. Sekijiro’s face was buried into his throat, breath hot and wet on his skin.
It made a different kind of heat wrap around him, something other than the happy sweetness from being in bed with his partner. Something that reminded him of the night before, of the bruises littering both of their bodies, and the scratches he was sure he still held on his shoulders. He stiffened slightly, wondering if they had enough time. His dick didn’t seem to care, thickening against his thigh as he started to chew on his lips. “What’s wrong?” Sekijiro murmured, lips skimming against his skin as Aizawa continued to debate. His grip around Shouta’s chest lessened for a moment, large hand pressing down his bare chest before his fingers tapped against his stomach.
“Nothing’s wrong.” He murmured, voice a bit croaky. Sekijiro was suddenly much more awake, moving quickly to get Aizawa under him. Their blinds were wide open, but the room was not yet filled with morning light. Even so, the hunger was written all over Sekijiro’s face. He pulled the quilt off of them, trying to press between Aizawa’s thighs until he shook his head. “We don’t have time.”
Sekijiro hummed, bending over Aizawa anyway. Their chests brushed together as he kissed him. Neither of them had brushed their teeth, or showered from the night before, but Shouta pressed up into the kiss anyway. His fingers threaded through Sekijiro’s short hair, tugging on it as their dry lips pressed together. He went pliant easily, melting into Sekijiro’s mattress as large fingers cupped the back of his head. They pulled apart a moment later, Shouta feeling breathless and even hotter. Sekijiro was unfazed, kissing across his jaw and throat until he was grabbing for his shoulders.
“C’mon, let me help you out.” His calloused fingers were already wandering down his chest and stomach. “It won’t take long.”
Shouta snorted. “Is that an insult?”
Sekijiro didn’t entertain him, instead kissing down his chest to his nipple. His tongue rounded the sensitive flesh, making Aizawa arch with a gasp. “That’s cheating.” He hissed, no real heat behind it as large fingers groped over his muscular thighs. “Fine, make it quick.” Sekijiro seemed to purr at that, finally wrapping his rough palm around Aizawa’s hard cock.
He hissed through his teeth, fingers scrabbling across Sekijiro’s shoulders as he began to pant. Sekijiro was right, it didn’t take long. Not with his lips and teeth teasing Aizawa’s nipples, stroking in long firm movements, knowing just where to twist and rub to make Shouta fall apart. He came across Sekijiro’s hand and his own stomach a few minutes later. His entire body was shaking, biting into his lips and cheeks to keep any of his embarrassing noises from slipping between his lips. Sekijiro continued to stroke him, cupping his balls with one hand and rubbing the head of his cock with the other, until Aizawa hissed a curse at him and shoved him away. Barely fifteen minutes of being awake, and he was treated to his lover giving him sweet kisses and a mind bending orgasm.
He was then able to catch his breath, nipples hard and peaked, cock lying against his thigh with come smeared across his stomach. He threw an arm over his face to block out the satisfied smirk on Sekijiro’s flushed lips. Aftershocks rocked him for much too long, sweat breaking out across his body and muscles trembling as he laughed. “You are a menace.” Sekijiro chuckled and sat up again. He was absentmindedly tracing his fingers up and down Aizawa’s calf, something he seemed to do often. Sekijiro always needed to touch, either holding onto his hand or bumping against his hip while they walked. It was endearing, watching a big hulking man wander after Aizawa like a lost puppy.
“I never knew how insatiable you were until I moved in.” He laughed again, scooting a bit closer to kiss down the inside of Aizawa’s thigh. Even that small touch had his nerves sizzling with overstimulation, breaths coming uneven and difficult as he finally looked back to his boyfriend.
“Having second thoughts now?” His eyes were sparkling, an easy smile on his lips, one that Aizawa would never get tired of.
He snorted and finally sat up himself. “What? About having a partner who actually cares about my pleasure and gives me mind bending orgasms morning and night?” Sekijiro leaned back to look at him. “What more could I want?” He rolled his eyes before ducking into a kiss. Aizawa threw his arms around his shoulders, keeping him in bed to deepen the kiss a bit more. For the first time he never had to demand affection, Sekijiro seemed like an unending well of it. Always happy to hold hands or kiss him, or lay in bed for a bit longer than necessary.
When he finally let Sekijiro pull away, the man was sated and happy, with a smile on his face. “I love you Shouta.”
He preened, fingers pressing into the hair at the nape of Sekijiro’s neck. “I love you too.”
“Now let's get you up and ready for work.” Sekijiro dove forward, attempting to get his arms under Shouta’s shoulders and knees to lift him from the bed. Instead, they ended up in a tangle of limbs, his head throbbing from where it had been slammed back against the headboard. Along with Sekijiro’s hard dick pressing into his thigh.
He chuckled as Sekijiro blushed, still managing to look shy several months into their official relationship, and as giant muscular man. “Were you really gonna try and get ready for work without letting me return the favor?” He reached down to wrap his hand around Sekijiro’s dick, giving one good stroke as he whined high in his throat. Sekijiro pitched forward a little more, forehead pressing into his shoulder as he took deep, shuddering breaths.
“I was more thinking that you would blow me in the shower.” He laughed again, mouthing at the side of Sekijiro’s throat for a few more good strokes before he nodded.
“That could be arranged.”
They had only lived together for a month, and their mornings had already fallen into an easy routine. They were able to dance around each other without communicating, moving around in the mirror as they brushed their teeth, tossing clothes at each other without question. Even if they didn’t fit into either of each other’s clothes, their closets still managed to mix together.
Sekijiro was always the one that stole affection. He would accost Aizawa as soon as he finished brushing his teeth, skin still damp as he hefted him up on the counter and pushed between his thighs, kissing him roughly or grabbing his wet hair to mouth at his throat and collarbones. And then he would be gone, leaving Aizawa dizzy with the affection and needing a lot more than that. Or he would press up behind Aizawa when he was getting dressed, halting his movements to sneak in a few kisses across his shoulders, or grope at his ass and thighs. He was insatiable and needy, and Shouta never minded.
Feeding both of them was the worst. They were still as in touch as ever, dancing around in the kitchen, playing music or talking about dreams, but Sekijiro got that much more insistent with his kisses and wandering hands. There were many mornings where Shouta would be treated to a handjob while sitting on the counter because he got too distracted while brewing the coffee. Still, he didn’t mind. He knew it was because they would be off to work soon and his partner would have to pretend like they weren’t going home to each other. And they would be pinned under the eyes of Yamada and Toshinori.
So he never discouraged his boyfriend, even if it meant drinking lukewarm coffee and having protein bars for breakfast. Even if it meant he wasn’t able to do much planning in the morning, or if Yamada scrutinized him later. He was getting a lot better about not caring about his friend’s piercing gaze or rude teasing. Shouta had much better things to care about.
Aizawa was more selective with when to give attention. Sekijiro preferred to drive, which left Shouta to his own devices on the way to school. It was probably better that way, with the stress that mounted in the back of his head on the way to work. It was better for him to sit with his partner beside him and enjoy the last few minutes they would truly have together.
He could watch Sekijiro, flicking through music until he found something they would both enjoy. He would play with his fingers, or trace patterns on his thigh or arm. Sometimes they would talk, and sometimes they wouldn’t. It was calm, and even if he wasn’t relaxed, he was happy.
Their mornings had a pattern but they were never really predictable. He wasn’t surprised to wake up to find Sekijiro already in the shower, or in bed beside him. He had come to enjoy his company just as much as his alone time. Aizawa was startled to realize he was smitten. Truly smitten. Every Time he told the other man that he loved him, he felt himself falling harder, and harder.
“You ready babe?” Sekijiro parked before contorting to grab their bags from the backseat. He didn’t respond immediately, tapping his fingers on his bag for a moment or two before looking to Sekijiro.
His eyebrows were furrowed slightly, searching Aizawa’s face. Shouta couldn’t help but smile. He leaned over the console to cup the back of Sekijiro’s head. He dragged him into one last kiss before they had to put on their professional masks. It was sweet and quick, but probably said more to his partner than he ever could. “Yeah, let's go inside.”
They didn’t see each other until lunch usually. He was the last one to their normal table, tupperware grasped in one hand along with his third cup of tea for the day. He had been trying to cut back, but it was a long process. Sekijiro brightened up as soon as he saw him for the first time, scooting over so he could drag a chair up to the table. Yamada and Toshinori sat across from them, still enthralled in conversation as he and his partner leaned a bit closer together. For a moment he thought Sekijiro was going to kiss him, and possibly ruin the privacy they had attempted. But he just bumped his shoulder against him and returned to his food. He was still wishing for a kiss even though he knew they couldn’t share one.
Toshinori and Yamada made most of the conversation as they ate. He was unsure how to feel around his old friend and partner, now that he knew Sekijiro. Yamada was not a bad man, not by a long shot. But he paled in comparison when pit against his new partner. Aizawa pushed the thoughts away, as he so often did, no point in comparing the two men. When they were so different and one was no longer important in his life. He still thought about how Yamada cringed when he saw Sekijiro standing a bit too close to be friendly. Still wondered about the look in his friend’s eyes when he caught them stepping out of the same car.
The thoughts were violently pushed away when Sekijiro leaned close to him. There was another moment when he was sure they were going to share a kiss. Instead Sekijiro whispered in his ear. “I wonder what he’d do if I told him how hard I make you come.” Aizawa choked on his tea, nearly spitting it across the table as Sekijiro leaned away with a smirk. His face was flushed, he knew it, but he couldn’t help but laugh as Yamada squinted at the two of them. Sekijiro was remarkably better at playing innocent than Aizawa. Neither of the men tried to needle it out of him, thankfully, and they continued eating. It at least got them a break in the long winded story that Yamada was so hellbent on telling.
They were able to see each other once more before the end of the day, he slipped into Sekijiro’s office after his last class. He was a bit surprised, but not unhappy when Aizawa pulled him away from his plans to tug him into a kiss. It was like being in high school again, in the best way. Exciting and a bit sloppy, his hands clumsy and grasping for Sekijiro’s shoulders. The soft laughs he caught on his tongue when he nearly fell into his lap, the steady weight beneath him and the tension of being caught. He really did love it.
He pulled away and pressed their foreheads together, threading his fingers through Sekijiro’s hair and tugging softly. His hands were warm and firm on his hips, holding him against the desk as he pressed his thumbs underneath his shirt. “Sorry, I just needed that.” Sekijiro was nearly purring as he pecked Aizawa’s nose.
“Don’t ever apologize for ambushing me with kisses, I always love it.” They shared a laugh and a slightly awkward hug before he had to pull away. “I’ll meet you out at the car alright?”
Really, their whole days had a rhythm. Aizawa didn’t mind, he hoped that Sekijiro didn’t either. There was truly nothing better for him, than knowing that he was going to be able to go home with his partner after a long day. Nothing better than getting home and knowing the apartment was theirs, knowing that they would cook dinner and eat together. Secure. Knowing that he was secure. And loved.
“You’re off in another world again Shouta.” They were supposed to be watching a movie and enjoying their Friday night, but his mind was straying. Too busy thinking about how much he loved the man curled around him, to really pay attention to the action plot.
“Sorry.” He murmured, cuddling closer to his partner and attempting to pay better attention to what was playing. It was hard. When he was wrapped up in a blanket in Sekijiro’s lap, held secure with the slow rhythm of Sekijiro’s breathing at his back.
“What are you thinking about?” It was hard to resist his immediate urge to lie. An easy white lie, to not come off cheesy, or too committed. He had been trained to make his emotions into a joke.
He shifted in Sekijiro’s arms and took a short breath. “You, mostly.” He stunned himself with being so honest, becoming a little stiff as he waited for his partner’s reaction.
Sekijiro laughed, sounding unbelievably pleased as he ducked his face into the side of Aizawa’s neck. Shouta really had no idea how the man could come off so sweet and endearing. “Well, I’m right here, why don’t you talk to me instead?”
Aizawa was suddenly glad that his arms weren’t free, he would have been fidgeting with his hair. “I’m just thinking about how grateful I am to have you, and how well you treat me.”
Sekijiro began kissing his neck, soft puffs of breath caressing his skin between quick pecks. “You’re too sweet to me Shouta.” He kissed him with a bit more intent then, knocking Shouta’s head to the side to kiss up and under his jaw. Chills raced down his spine, the blankets Sekijiro had wrapped him up in suddenly felt sweltering. He managed to wriggle out of them without disturbing his lover too much.
His large hands rubbed up and down Shouta’s sides, pressing in over his ribs before running up his arms. He tried to keep as quiet as possible, happy with just Sekijiiro’s lips on the sensitive skin of his neck. But he couldn’t really help the squirming once his teeth began to dig into his throat, sweet aching pain making his hips swivel and back arch before he could stop it. Sekijiro chuckled against his skin, anticipating his movements and letting go of Shouta. He turned awkwardly in his lap to face the other man.
They stared at each other for a moment, a lazy smile on Sekijiro’s lips while Aizawa cupped his face. “I love you.” He blurted out, feeling his face flush immediately after. His smile only widened, wrapping his arms tighter around his waist.
“Yeah. I love you too.” Aizawa pulled him up into a kiss. They had patterns, but it was never boring. Only secure, and loving.