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In the past, Toshinori would avoid telling any of his sexual partners about his more…intense kinks. Not necessarily because he felt he couldn’t trust them, but more often because a big part of him was ashamed. In his youth he felt like someone of his status or, hell, even his body type just shouldn’t be into those kinds of things, regardless of how true a statement that was. Eventually that shame went away as he got older and stopped believing that fantasies defined a person’s morals and values outside the bedroom, but it still took many years before he confessed to anyone about his masochistic tendencies. It took many more years beyond that before he felt comfortable discussing some more specific fantasies of his.
When he first started working at UA, it had been a great many years since he’d indulged in anything even vaguely sexual. Nearly everyone he had those relationships with previously had either settled down, stepped outside of the community or, in the most unfortunate cases, already passed away. He’d been perfectly satisfied with never having sex again really, it hadn’t ever been the biggest priority in the first place and with his injury it became difficult to safely engage with the parts of it he enjoyed most. At his age it became more difficult to find kink-inclined people interested in him anyways so he just kind of, let it go.
Though he would never admit it to anyone other than the man himself, Toshinori had been attracted to Aizawa Shouta as soon as they met. He had this intimidating air about him that Toshi usually looked for in a partner, though he learned very quickly that their personalities (and teaching styles) clashed.
Despite this attraction, he had thought there was no way they would ever cross paths in that regard, until they had a rather awkward run in at a munch event in Tokyo. Normally Toshinori wouldn’t bother putting his guard up, he’d been going as himself semi-regularly for the past ten years, and even longer than that as All Might (though he thinks they may have only continued inviting him for the free security). Naturally he knows all the heroes of the current generation that do the same, except for, apparently, Eraserhead AKA, the one person he’d been trying to avoid implicating himself to.
Though he hadn’t engaged with the people sexually for multiple years, he still enjoyed going in order to catch up with old friends and acquaintances.This bit him in the ass when more than one person, upon seeing them looking at each other, attempted to introduce them, assuming there was mutual interest.
After this chance encounter, Shouta had seemed to pay him even more attention at work, which Toshinori did his best to ignore. If he had been honest with himself at the time he would have noticed how this interaction did nothing to quell his interest, if anything it made those feelings return with a vengeance. He’d seen the bracelet Shouta had been wearing indicating that he was of the dom persuasion, not that it was much of a surprise. And, with what Toshinori knew about Shouta at this point, that man did not ‘socialize’ for no reason.
Things had quickly fallen into place after that, and though things were a bit rough at the start with Toshinori’s insecurity and mild communication issues, everything had gone pretty well for the most part. It turned out that while they weren’t very compatible as romantic partners, or even really as super close friends, they were very similar when it came to sexual interests and kinks.
Despite their now storied history, including the very long discussions of kinks and boundaries, there’s one specific fantasy that Toshinori hasn’t shared yet. One that he’s never told anyone, had barely ever admitted to himself until fairly recently, yet has carried him through numerous shameful masturbation sessions.
So naturally, it requires multiple days of psyching himself up before he’s able to share. Finally though, he’s able to do it one night when Shouta is visiting to help with some last minute marking.
“I want to do something new,” It’s how he starts most scene discussions, but it doesn’t help the way his heart hammers in his chest.
Shouta doesn’t look up from the paper on the table, but he does hum in acknowledgement, “What were you thinking?”
Toshinori clears his throat, “Well, uh.” What a great start, “I want to be tied up and for you to pretend to, well, assault me for lack of a better word.”
Without missing a beat he responds “Okay,”
Of course that’s all he says, when Toshinori has been agonizing over how to bring it up for weeks, perhaps even longer. “Are you sure it doesn’t bother you?”
“If it bothered me I would say, now let me finish reading this paper.” Shouta gives him a dirty look, “Lots of people have kinks like that, so I’m not going to freak out over it.”
“Yeah, okay,” He hates the way that stern behaviour of his turns him on.
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They discuss the scene at length over the next few weeks. The psychological roleplay is heavier than anything they’ve done previously, so every detail and variable must be figured out and discussed ahead of time.
Shouta approaches it like he does with most scenes, clinical and professional, first prioritizing safety and his disabilities, and then moving onto the specifics. More than once Toshinori worries that he’s somehow forcing Shouta into this, but that worry turns to dust after he makes the mistake of mentioning it; the moment ends with his face covered in the man’s spend, knees aching from being pushed to the ground.
It does still feel like a dream though, that he’s able to discuss this so openly when before he thought it would stay a secret forever. Not for the first time, he’s hopelessly grateful that Shouta is just as much of a degenerate as he is, in ways he never thought possible.
The one thing they don’t figure out together is the exact time and day, that’s something Shouta decides all on his own. Toshinori trusts him to pick a time where both of them are definitely going to be free, with no interruptions, and that it’s not too close to any of his physical therapy appointments, since his chronic pain gets worse around those days. It’s helpful that he already updates Shouta about his pain levels every day in case the man decides to be spontaneous, because it doesn’t take him out of the fantasy when the day finally comes.
Like most Saturdays, Toshinori spends his day reclining on the couch reading a book. Normally he’d indulge in something non-fiction, oftentimes an academic take on society or quirks from a culturally diverse perspective. This time though, he’s reading a rather silly romantasy novel that Yamada had recommended. It’s printed in English and features a queer vampire and their lover in modern day France, it's clear why Yamada would like it, just the right amount of political intrigue in between all the smut scenes.
He’s reading a scene about the love-interest’s troubled past when he hears the telltale sign of a window creaking. Toshinori sits up, on high alert as he stares at the bedroom and considers how effective a spicy adult book is as a weapon against intruders. He’s so focused on the windows in the other room that he doesn’t notice the steps behind him until it’s too late.
A scarf like fabric comes up from behind him and wraps itself around his torso, pinning his arms to his side. It’s familiar enough that he knows logically that he’s safe, but it doesn’t stop the panic from rising within him as he squirms against the bindings. Seemingly ready for the struggle, they pull even tighter, pushing the air out of his lungs.
Unable to move, Toshinori can’t do anything to fight back as the footsteps get closer until they’re right behind him. He forces himself to take a deep breath, calming his nerves as best as possible despite the situation, “Who are you and what do you want?”
Of course, his assailant doesn’t respond, doesn’t even appear to react whatsoever until their hand is suddenly wrapped in his hair, pulling his head back. Toshi grunts in response to the harsh treatment, shuts his eyes against the ceiling light that seeks to blind him. Without missing a beat, a blindfold is placed over his eyes, and suddenly he wishes he could see that damn light again.
Toshinori fights to stop himself from hyperventilating as the capture scarf around him is expertly replaced with familiar nylon rope, the transition is so perfect he hardly notices the difference until the scarf is removed entirely, yet he finds he still can’t move. Toshi struggles against the bindings, to find a way to wrangle himself out even as his ankles and wrists are tied together as well. All his attempts are futile, and he struggles not to sob as he’s pushed forward to fall onto the couch. Cold hands maneuver him around until his face is pressed against the back of the couch, back facing the room and the ‘stranger’ within it. He can’t move at all like this, even his senses are dulled, and the thought turns him on so much he could cry.
“Wha- I don’t,” He struggles to keep a solid thought going as he tries not to let himself float too far away this early. They’ve hardly even started and the roleplay is getting a little too difficult for his brain to follow properly, it’s a little ridiculous. “What are you doing…?” The question comes out a little more breathlessly than he’d intended, but it’s good enough.
‘The man’ doesn’t say anything in response, doesn’t make much of a response at all. The only indication that he hasn’t left is the looming presence he leaves in the room. Even without his sight, Toshinori can tell that he’s standing right behind him, considering his next move. As if to confirm those suspicions, his pants are suddenly pulled down below his hips, essentially binding his legs together even further as he struggles to get the ‘stranger’ away from him. Like before, these attempts are futile, and Toshinori hears the unmistakable sound of scissors opening and closing behind him. He expects his underwear to be cut off given the context clues, but is still surprised when two fingers lift up the crotch section and begin to slice into them. Although he knows it’s useless, he continues the attempts to beg, “No wait, please don’t!” Unsurprisingly, these pleas are ignored, and Toshi cries out as his cunt is exposed to the world.
Finally, the other man speaks for the first time, “Hm, how interesting…” Shouta, to get into the role, has somehow managed to force his voice to sound even deeper than normal. It’s obviously still him, but the difference surprises Toshinori so much that he gasps, though this response is largely ignored. “I was just going to rough you up a bit and take some photos to humiliate you, but this changes some things.”
Despite those plans supposedly changing, Toshi hears the sound of a flash going off. Fingers touch him properly for the first time, and his pussy is spread open only for a few more of those flashes to go off. Although he knows those photos won’t actually be going anywhere, they’d discussed that at length after all, Toshinori still finds himself sobbing for the first time out of shame. “No, no no, please don’t, I’ll do anything!”
“Mmm, nah, I think I’ll just take what I want regardless.” The smirk in Shouta’s voice is noticeable even without seeing his face. “Starting with…this.”
With that, two fingers are roughly shoved into his cunt, immediately thrusting aggressively with no care for his feelings at all. Although normally they would find his g-spot immediately, Shouta is using his abilities for evil now, and manages to completely avoid it. His entrance stings a bit at the strain, and Toshi hears himself yell, “No! Stop!” The rush he feels when the command is ignored goes straight to his head, and he sobs again at the feeling of slick rushing from him.
Embarrassing as it is, the extra wetness helps when Shouta chooses to finally add a third finger, moving just as brutally as the rest. “You ask me to stop yet you’re so wet, at least your body is honest about what it wants.” His fingers slow down a little, but they compensate by thrusting in even more aggressively each time, forcing themselves inside. “Damn I really got lucky…you act so tough in public but down here you’re no different than a whore.”
Shouta removes the fingers suddenly, but doesn’t even give Toshinori a moment to breathe before he’s shoving his cock inside instead. Toshi yelps at the sudden intrusion, eyes rolling back in his head at the thrusts which are immediately quick and aggressive, just as the fingers had been. This is so much worse, the angle and position don’t feel good at all, the only thing Toshinori can feel is the friction of their parts rubbing together and the rapid opening and closing of his hole, muscles straining to take Shouta’s cock over and over again. He feels like nothing more than a piece of meat, his body a glorified sex toy, and it feels so good to be used.
For a while Toshinori just lets himself float in this in-between space, feeling not at all like a real person. He can just barely hear the sound of his own moans and pleads, constantly begging Shouta to stop but not really meaning it. Not once does the man respond, only laughs and calls him a whore, and he’s right.
His drifting is interrupted when two slick fingers suddenly press behind into his ass and he cries out in discomfort. He hates anal, has never been able to get over how uncomfortable it is, yet he finds himself whining for more anyways. “Ah, no! Please don’t do that!”
Unbidden by his pleas, another finger presses in alongside them, thrusting in and putting more pressure on the second ring of muscle deeper inside. “Still so polite even as you’re getting raped, no wonder you’ve got everyone wrapped around your little finger.”
Toshinori doesn’t know if it’s the word itself, or just the way Shouta says it in that deep sinful voice of his but beneath the layers and layers of shame he feels, it sets him ablaze. That, combined with the feeling of being penetrated in both holes, causes him to cum despite his clit never being touched. He sobs, the orgasm painfully unsatisfying from the lack of direct stimulation, legs shaking in their bindings.
For a moment his muscles get so tight that Shouta can’t move at all, but once the moment passes they loosen up, and Shouta is finally able to force his fingers further inside his ass for the first time. He cackles as it happens, and Toshinori shrinks further into himself, “Oh my god you are a whore aren’t you? I bet you wanted this from the beginning.” Shouta’s other hand reaches into his hair again to pull it, “All that posturing was just your way of begging someone to put you in your place and rape this sloppy cunt.”
“No, no!” He struggles harder this time, though it does nothing against the solid hold on all his limbs. If this were to have happened before, even a few months earlier, Toshinori could have escaped from this scenario all on his own if he wanted; these ropes could do nothing against him when he could just expand. Now though, he doesn’t have that ability, he’s not weak by any means but he’s much more severely limited than he had been before. Usually that thought makes him feel awful, because who is ‘Yagi Toshinori’ if he is not of use to anyone? But this, here and now, it doesn’t feel like he’s failing, it feels like he’s right where he’s meant to be.
“It’s okay, I’ll keep giving you what you want, no matter how many times you try to convince me otherwise.” Shouta chuckles at the pathetic escape attempt and removes his fingers, which makes Toshinori breathe a sigh of relief until something new presses to his hole. Toshinori gasps at the realization that it must be one of the plugs Shouta uses mostly on himself, but sometimes on Toshi when he’s feeling particularly mean and wants to push the limits. “Here, I’m sure a whore like yourself can only be satisfied when all his holes are filled.”
Toshi whines as he thrusts the plug in and out, focusing on the thickest part of it and how it spreads him open even further, “Fuck, stop it hurts.” That’s not a lie, it appears that Shouta had purposefully used less lube than normal, so there’s just the slightest bit of burning friction each time the plug slides back and forth. Of course, the pain just makes it even better. “Fuck, let go of me.”
Though he can’t see Shouta’s face like this, he can only imagine the sort of perverted expression he has when he finally pulls out to examine his handiwork. He uses the fingers of his other hand to slowly run up and down Toshi’s folds, using his nails to scratch painfully at the sensitive entrance, muscles stretched out after being abused. Unfortunately for said hole, they’re just getting started.
The small break could never last forever of course, so Shouta shoves those same fingers, wet with slick, into Toshinori’s mouth. His strength returns suddenly, and Toshi finds himself able to fight back again, he indignantly bites down on them hard enough to at least leave indents in the flesh. “I said let go!”
Although it felt good in the moment, he’s quickly humbled by a harsh slap against his face by that same hand, “God damnit, I let you talk because I was feeling generous yet here you are, ungrateful slut.” Even if Toshinori still can’t see, he recognizes the feeling of the capture scarf as soon as it returns. His head is lifted up, and the scarf is wrapped unceremoniously around his mouth as a makeshift gag, pulled under his tongue to stop him from talking without restricting his breathing. “That’s it, just shut up and let others have their turn.”
Another cock is shoved into him suddenly, this one unmistakably made out of silicone. Although logically he recognizes this fact, the part of him that’s still deep in the fantasy imagines that this really is a new person who has come to take their turn. The thought turns him on so hard that the next thrust causes him to leak a little around it, which would be totally embarrassing if he wasn’t completely out of it. Still, he finds himself yearning for the real thing.
Stray tears well up in Toshi’s eyes, though he’s just barely able to blink them away before they fall. He whines too, mourning the loss of speech even if what he said never seemed to matter. No longer being held back by his own stamina, Shouta takes advantage by thrusting the toy inside vigorously, as if trying to tear him apart from the inside. Toshinori lets out an almost inhuman screech at the repeated sensation of it rubbing against his insides, refusing to give him a break for even a second.
Even if it doesn’t hit any of his sweet spots, the feeling of penetration alone is enough for him to reach the edge again, until one thrust hits just the right angle to send him flying. Then suddenly he’s cumming again, wailing as Shouta doesn’t stop even as he reaches oversensitivity and starts begging.
He thinks he might have passed out for a second, because next thing he knows, his cunt is empty and open again, legs trembling as he slowly comes back to reality. Shouta’s hand is in his hair now, gently massaging into his scalp, he moans, pleased with the sensation.
“You okay?” Shouta asks, mouth suddenly close to his ear.
Toshi struggles to bring himself to speak, even as he returns fully to consciousness, so instead he taps the couch cushion three times with his finger to verify that he’s 1. Alive and 2. Very much still green thank you very much.
Shouta chuckles, “‘Course you are, my good boy.”
Clearly not wanting to waste anymore time, Toshinori feels ropes around his ankles being undone, and then his pants fully removed, which all culminates in him being pulled onto the floor and into a kneeling position. He feels the unmistakable sensation of thin cushions underneath his knees before he’s lowered down onto another one of their dildos, this one suction cupped into the floor. He gasps at the penetration, this toy is one of their biggest, but Shouta doesn’t seem to care with the way he refuses to relent until he’s fully seated and breathing heavily.
Given their recent break, Shouta gives him a few seconds to get back into it before giving his next order. “C’mon, fuck yourself on that cock like I know you want to.”
Toshi sniffles as he listens, just barely managing to lift himself on shaky legs before sitting back down on it. He does want to, it’s true, but it’s a struggle to keep himself from falling over, hips and thighs aching with the effort of lifting his own body weight. That and the fact that he’s still so sensitive from his second orgasm, still he craves it, thinks he might crave this until the day he dies. “Oh-ohhh yes, yes, yes!” Finally he manages to find an angle that feels so good it leaves his legs shaking for a totally different reason, hitting that spot inside himself with every thrust. Eventually though, he’s unable to lift himself up anymore, so instead he elects to gently roll his hips in circles, wishing not for the first time that he could just reach down to touch himself, even if just a little. He’s so close again, clit so sensitive that only a gentle rubbing could get him to cum a third time soon enough.
“That’s it…knew you’d give in eventually.” Shouta’s calloused hand grips onto his chin, finger running softly over his lip, “Now open up.”
Not knowing what to expect, Toshinori hesitantly opens his mouth, only to gasp when Shouta taps the tip of his cock on his tongue. His eyes roll back at the unmistakable salty taste of precum, resisting the urge to explore with his mouth.
“Shh, just stick your tongue out more and stay right there.”
He obeys the command just as Shouta finally begins to move, thrusting his cock down the length of Toshi’s tongue. Though he doesn’t move at the same frenzied pace as before, it still causes Toshinori to clench around the objects inside him. He’s so full, all of his holes really are in use now, even if his mouth isn’t being filled the same way as the others.
This is a new kind of torture, one made to humiliate him as he drools steadily onto the floor, a combination of saliva and Shouta’s precum leaks from the tip of his tongue. It’s no surprise then, that this is when the camera returns with a vengeance. Toshinori flinches at the sound of the shutter going off, unable to resist the urge to immediately pull his tongue back into his mouth.
Unfortunately, this reprieve is short-lived, and he gasps at the sensation of his face being slapped again, “I wasn’t fucking done with you slut,” Shouta growls as he forces Toshi’s jaw to open again. He whines, obediently sticking out his tongue again and lets Shouta get back to what he was doing before, which, unfortunately, includes him taking a few more photographs.
Inside Toshinori there’s a deep pit of shame that reacts instinctively to the thought of what sort of debauched look he must have in these photos. It’s just unfortunate that this pit leads right down to his core, making his cunt burn with need whenever he’s humiliated like this.
Shouta gets bored of his mouth eventually, though not before spitting into it, and starts to pull Toshi by the hair, unceremoniously dragging him off the dildo and back to the couch. His upper body lands on the cushions, hands still tied behind his back, as Shouta’s body looms behind him. The head of his cock rubs against Toshi’s folds, “Come on, beg for me to rape this pussy again.”
Toshinori bites the pillow to stop himself from responding, forcing himself to take a deep breath, “Fuck you.”
Although he tries to sound serious, there’s a limit to the amount of animosity he can actually show this far along, and Shouta must know that too, “Aw I know you don’t mean that, you were being so good for me a second ago.” Shouta presses just the head of his cock against Toshi’s entrance, using just enough pressure to spread him open, but not enough to actually enter. “Why don’t you try again.”
“I, ahn.”
“Yes?”
“Fuck,” Toshi hangs his head, trying and failing not to whimper. He wants it so bad and he’s so tired of fighting it. “Please…”
Shouta just smiles, refusing to move, “Please what? Come on, I wanna hear you say it.”
This was karma wasn’t it, karma for having fuck up thoughts like this in the first place. It wasn’t bad enough that he had to think about it, now Toshinori is being forced to confront the reality of his fantasy head on. “Oh god,” He sobs, “Please Shou, please rape my pussy!”
Despite asking for it, Shouta is clearly surprised by the rather brazen response, so his hips stutter, and he lets out a soft swear before finally sliding home.
Toshi is so loose from being fucked so much that it goes in easy, all the way in with one thrust, causing them both to moan simultaneously. Although, he almost doesn’t have the ability to cry out verbally with the way Shouta immediately returns to his animalistic thrusting. He hasn’t cum at all, Toshi remembers, so he must be desperate to get off. So desperate that his movements have no rhythm to them at all, sometimes only pushing his dick in halfway before removing it entirely, and sometimes pressing all the way inside with no regard to his anatomy. Toshinori feels himself begin to cry in earnest, tears escaping from behind the blindfold, so much that the fabric almost immediately grows damp around his eyes. He screams as Shouta’s cock barrels into the back wall of his pussy, punching his voice out of him. The sensation is so uncomfortable but Toshinori doesn’t think he’s ever felt so good in his life.
Shouta must keep pressing against his bladder too, because every time he thrusts, Toshi feels a bit of liquid gush out of him, adding to the no doubt endless mess he’s left on the floor. The thought just makes him sob harder as more and more liquid gets pushed out of him, it’s honestly a surprise he hadn’t leaked more up until now, given how many times he’s been penetrated. There’s no way Shouta hasn’t noticed by now, and Toshinori is just glad he hasn’t brought it up, if anything it only adds to the roleplay.
Given the nature of his fucking, Shouta reaches the edge rather quickly. He lets out short grunts directly into Toshi’s ear, moving without any purpose other than his own release, “Shit I’m gonna, gonna cum inside, fuck-” Unable to keep his composure, he moves a few more times before stilling, letting out a few satisfied moans as he finally comes. Like he has this whole time, Shouta pulls out without any decorum, uncaring for Toshi’s comfort or satisfaction. The camera flash goes off a few more times, no doubt focusing on the way Shouta’s cum dribbles out of the sloppy, fucked open hole of his cunt.
Toshinori vaguely feels himself being lifted up onto the couch, mind still floating elsewhere. He’s still so out of it as Shouta gets up to grab cleaning supplies, eyes tracing the patterns on the ceiling. Still, it’s not enough to distract him from the throbbing between his legs, though his wrists are still tied together. Desperate times call for desperate measures, so he drags himself up on his shaky arms and maneuvers himself so that the corner of the couch cushion presses right against his clit. Toshi takes a shaky breath inward as he rolls his aching hips, one foot planted firmly on the ground, moaning unabashedly at the sensation of rough fabric against his sensitive pussy. He’s so distracted by the approaching orgasm that he fails to notice Shouta’s return until his hands are in his hair.
“Just couldn’t wait for me huh?” The look on his face is fond despite the reprimand, “So desperate even after all that.”
He gestures for Toshinori to return to the floor, which he does without even thinking, and presses his shoe-clad foot in-between his legs.
Toshi gasps at the sensation, returning to his previous ministrations earnestly, desperate to cum as he rubs his clit over the rough material. He tries so hard to speak, to beg, to say ‘thank you,’ but the only thing that comes from his open mouth is embarrassingly high pitched moans and whines. Toshinori mouths clumsily at Shouta’s exposed thigh, desperate for something to put his mouth on. Hands wind themselves in his hair, and Toshi closes his eyes just as Shouta adjusts the angle of his foot and suddenly he’s gone, ascending somewhere far away from his body where nothing exists, just him and the euphoric waves of pleasure crashing over him.
When he comes back down again, Shouta is rubbing a cloth up and down his legs. At some point, they’d moved to the bed, where Toshinori allows himself to lay back as feeling slowly returns to all of his limbs.
It takes a while to finally come back to himself, yet even then there’s something just a little bit off. Toshinori frowns, trying to piece his identity back together as Shouta continues silently cleaning in between his thighs. Normally he appreciates the silence as they start winding down, but now it feels like he’s wrong, like he’s floating adrift, like he’s not himself. And this time, it’s not in a good way. His lip quivers as he holds back tears, trying to at least hold on until his body is clean again.
It was inevitable that Shouta would look at him eventually in order to check in, but of course, as soon as he does, Toshinori feels himself break down into sobs. To his credit, Shouta comes closer immediately, abandoning his original plan to provide comfort instead, no questions asked. “It’s alright, I got you.”
For a while, Toshinori just lets himself cry, following Shouta’s steady breaths as they both ground themselves with each other. Miraculously, it only takes a few solid minutes of crying before his chest feels lighter, and he finds his voice again, “Shit, sorry.”
Shouta frowns, “Don’t apologize, just tell me what happened.”
Toshi thinks back to where he was, when he was only half conscious and unsure who he was, “Just the transition didn’t go very smoothly, I had a hard time getting back to myself.”
“Hmm yeah that makes sense,” His voice trails off, and Toshi grabs his hands in an attempt to comfort.
“Hey, don’t go dropping on me too.”
Shouta hums, still a little far away, “You interrupted me…”
“In that case, please go back to what you were doing.” Toshinori turns over onto his stomach, giving him more access to whatever mess is back there. They chat quietly while Shouta finishes his aftercare ritual, much more intensely than usual due to the high emotions. For a while it’s one sided, until Shouta comes back to himself again and is able to add to the conversation himself.
Minutes later, when they’re fully clean, rehydrated, and cuddling, Toshinori turns to him again, face red, “Could I um, see those photos you took later?”
Shouta’s face contorts into a lecherous smile, “I thought you’d never ask.”