violent gay awakening, return’d (de-aged Erasermight)
It was a stupid question and one anyone as surly and generally unlikable as him just didn’t ask. But the sheer math of it didn’t make sense, and neither did the horribly gentle, warm fingers trailing down his neck and raising every hair along the way.
“Because you’re the first thing I saw coming into this place and I don’t regret that in the slightest,” Yagi said, pressing a kiss to his temple with effortless softness. “Because you’re handsome and good.”
“Okay, shut up,” Aizawa grunted, abruptly dying from the heat in his face.
“And the impressive single-mindedness with which you resisted me makes me think you have the kind of stamina to keep up with me.” Yagi laughed against his neck, deep and a little dark. Shivers tore down Aizawa’s tense body, wrecking him but shaking his grit straight to the surface, claws out.
“If you’re expecting that I’m going to worship you to orgasm, you’re wrong,” he fucking lied, already sweating.
“Wonderful,” Yagi said with a glint of teeth. He cocked a brow, devilish. “Honest question: Do you still have bedrooms in this far and distant future, and would you like to show me yours?”