Aizawa/Vlad King – virgin!Aizawa; touch starvation/skin hunger; gentle sex – Aizawa has a few hang-ups. Vlad has figured some of them out because of course they can’t talk like proper adults.

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Aizawa looks… not nervous, per se, but distinctly apprehensive. Once upon a time Vlad had thought it had something to do with the sturdy fangs pushing out from his bottom lip, but by now he thinks he has a different answer, even if Aizawa would never say as much.

He is not apprehensive of getting hurt when Vlad presses his wide mouth against him and bites with carefully measured pressure – he *wants* to get touched and grabbed at, and very possibly manhandled around.

Aizawa is a little firecracker, vibrating beneath Vlad’s broad, substantial bulk whenever they find the time to make out, and his fingers scrabble at whatever he can find: the tight costume spread across Vlad’s chest, or the loose tracksuit bottoms he likes to wear when he’s not at school.

He radiates this nervous, hot energy that will explode out of him with a sudden intensity that has taken Vlad off guard the first time it had happened. He is needy and pushy, but in an underhanded way: he will pant wet and needy right into Vlad’s ear, but will not let his trembling fingers wander from their desperate clutch above his clothes.

He will make a sound like a whimper when Vlad carefully nudges thick fingers beneath his shirt, but will not say a word of denial about it.

Aizawa wants to be touched just as much as he fears it, and Vlad wants to bring it up multiple times, but can’t find the words for it. He is sure a jovial: ‘So… have ya ever taken dick before?’ will be met with icy silence or quiet scorn, but-

He is running in circles again. He can’t help but wonder every time he has Aizawa beneath him, warm and so goddamn needy in his quiet, strangely desperate way; it is easy to lose himself in his thoughts, wondering how many people have had him like this; mouth wet and panting against him, thighs carefully spreading for him – and he can’t help but think that *nobody* has had him; that Vlad is the first to tickle those breathless, high-pitched little sounds out of him.

That he is, depressingly enough, the only one touching him *at all*…

Aizawa grinding down on him has him finally jerk out of his musings. He stops sucking at the other man’s neck, the skin sliding from between his thigh lips wet and flushed red, as he feels the shy stutter of slim hips beneath him.

Aizawa has his slim legs curled around one of Vlad’s thick thighs and is letting him feel how excited the bit of teenage petting has gotten him. Vlad is almost embarrassed at how much it affects him in turn; how just feeling Aizawa’s cock grind against the large muscle of his thigh has his palms sweating and his belly do a low, delicious flip.

“Oh?” he whispers, right into Aizawa’s ear. Somewhere in the kitchen something crashes down when his dog fucks around, but he’s too interested in the current proceedings to go and have a look. “Like that? Hm?”

He presses down, giving Aizawa more pressure against his dick, and Aizawa whines canine like and high, his fists curling deeper into the loose shirt Vlad is wearing.

“I can give you more than that, you know…” They are not looking at each other; Vlad has his cheek pressed against Aizawa’s, feeling his stubble scratch against his skin. It is easier to talk like this; Aizawa will not shy away as much when he doesn’t feel like he’s being stared at.

“I can make you feel so good,” Vlad coos right against one hot little ear, his broad tongue coming out and dragging wet against it. Aizawa shudders, his hips jerking upwards into the hard pressure of his strong thigh. “I can give your sweet little hole something to clench around… give you a nice big dick to keep you warm from the inside… You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Have my cock inside you? Get your belly all hot?”

Aizawa is panting wet and quick, punctuated with small sounds at the end. He is trembling and feverishly hot. Vlad almost wants to back off; say it was just a joke, that he does not want to *push*, but then Aizawa talks; just one word with his deep, hoarse voice – but it is more than Vlad needs.

“Please…”

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Vlad has to blink the sweat out of his eyes. His blood feels too hot; like it is trying to boil over and crawl out of him; get all over Aizawa and hold him in a snug little package while he carefully tries to fuck just the tip of his dick into the tight clutch of his body. He hasn’t had trouble keeping his Quirk in check since middle school, but having Aizawa whine and tremble, his ass curved up into his hips as he awkwardly tries to bear down on Vlad’s cock and pull away at the same time.

“More… more-” he pants, and at first Vlad had thought he wants more cock; quicker. Deeper. Now he knows he wants more *touch*. Wants Vlad to press down on his back while he’s carefully trying to fuck the tip of his dick into his little virgin cunt.

Wants him to crush him into the cushions of Vlad’s big couch while his pup has curled up in his spot in the corner and is snoring softly away.

He wants to be crushed and surrounded and feel as much skin as possible as Vlad tries to squeeze something *way too fucking big* into a space that is *way too fucking small*.

He seems already so *content* though; even with his cock hard and pushing into the firm cushions of Vlad’s couch… even with Vlad probably constricting his breathing something fierce, and his almost fumbling attempt to fuck him open on dick, Aizawa nearly fucking *purrs* beneath him, happy with the whole situation.

Aizawa might be an obstinate bastard most of the time, with a highly infuriating class to boot – but Vlad needs to keep this one close by.