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the man sure was lucky to have such an helpful little guy at home, ready to take care of him when it mattered the most. and enji didn't even need to ask, hard cock already slipping in that tight hole, bit of lube to help out.
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happy when a student of his managed to learn something, to do good. no matter what it was.
pride swelling in his chest too.
those thank you truly were getting to him, so much so that he took the younger male's cock in his hand, up and down.
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the man didn't give him an answer, simply held him a little tighter—— fucking into him just a little harder, deeper until all he could do was hit bakugo's prostate once. twice. three times. then repeat. abusing it.
the man had a smile on his face though, always*
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in and out of the younger male as if he wanted to break him in two. truth was, he had a lot of pent up emotions, simply waiting to be released.
and aizawa seemed to be the perfect person to do just that.
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now that is something the man certainly felt—— those bites quite ... well, harsh. instead of calming down his movements though, he grabbed the much smaller hero by the chin and pulled him into a kiss.
he grunted against those lips, breathing heavy as he thrusted*
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it was all part of training, really. endurance. stamina. how could young bakugo defeat villains if he wasn't able to handle the heat of an older man as he was finally able to unwind?
fucking the poor kid with a certain kind of desperation, using that body as he*
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saw fit. how amazing was it that the hero in training decided to take this very moment to finally ... let go of all that anger?
sure, he did enjoy some ... fight, but at this specific moment, it would have only made the dragon in him roar.
“ you're getting*
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aizawa should know better than to beg needlessly for something that wouldn't come—— the moment enji started, it was quite hard to stop him. and deep down, he knew shōta probably didn't mind ...
maybe that's why he simply thrusted harder, deeper.
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so much love and desire in his eyes.
“ touya. my touya. ”
he grumbled, strong hand coming down to grasp those bubbly cheeks, as he finally unloaded his seeds in young lover's womb, tainting those walls with all of his sins.
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the old hero knew he should stop him from moaning so loud, muffle those sounds with his hand or his mouth—— knowing full well that if anyone came in the house, they'd heard touya without any trouble. he knew it. of course.
but he couldn't bring himself to shut*
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him up. not this time. not when he looked and felt so good—— not when these sounds made him thrust even harder, even when his juice went flying underneath the strength of his father's unrelenting movements.
he just kept going, admiring his masterpiece with*
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in both piss and strange arousal.
no one else would ever be allowed such gesture—– only touya.
because he was the first person he ever loved, and would be the last, too.
“ are you done, son? ”
he looked up to him, piss still glistening on his lips.
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he may come to regret letting touya use him in such ways—— to give him such power like he never truly did before. well, besides letting him use that strap but this was different. way more shameful.
it was his first time drinking piss too ... and he was so close*
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to spit it all out, but with the way his first born was holding onto him, there was no way for him to even move his lips away. so he stayed there, swallowing until the very last drop.
letting first born t dick run across his face, sweet smell drenching his face*
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