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Aizawa couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

He felt eyes on him, so he quickly glanced back at his computer, pretending to be reading the news. Some big story had just broken.

Big.

He took a risk and glanced back. God, was his mouth watering? He mentally cursed himself and returned his attention to the computer screen.

He skimmed the article, realizing how little attention he was actually paying to the words when he found himself flicking absent-mindedly at the scroll wheel on his computer mouse. All he could think of was… that.

He stole another quick glance. This was some kind of blissful torture. Was there some kind of malicious god out there testing him? Is that what this was? His binding cloth was sticking to the sweat on his neck. He felt hot.

Hot.

He wasn’t the type to experience temptation like this. He wasn’t even sure what he would do if he weren’t at work, surrounded by his colleagues, burdened with responsibility. He wasn’t sure if that was why this was so overwhelming in the first place.

Maybe if he were viewing this from afar, all by himself, without witnesses, he could just lick his lips, or let out the satisfied grunt he could feel at the back of his throat. Maybe that’s all he needed. Just a quick moment to express his reaction to what he was seeing.

But would that even be enough?

He wanted to bang his head against the table. This was so stupid. He knew he had some stifled feelings he had been avoiding, and some interests he had been denying for an embarrassing length of time, but this was such a melodramatic reaction. It’s not like what he was seeing was particularly explicit. But he couldn’t breathe. The air felt thick.

Thick.

Was he blushing? Could people tell what was going on in his head at this point? And did anyone else even notice this spectacle that had demanded his attention? What would go through his coworkers’ minds if they saw what he saw?

This was probably the most pathetic reaction to a visible dick print in all of history.

And why was Hizashi hard anyway? It was the middle of the day, and they were at work, and there couldn’t have been anything less arousing going on. But Aizawa was sure he wasn’t hallucinating. Hizashi’s fully-formed erection was perfectly visible, clear as day, through his thin gray sweatpants.

Aizawa had been actively suppressing so many thoughts that at this point, the dam had to break. It wasn’t just about the visual element. His fingers twitched. He grew painfully aware of every inch of his own skin that craved contact.

What was going on in Hizashi’s mind? He hadn’t looked up from his phone in a while, and Aizawa thanked his lucky stars for that fact. He had no idea what he would do if he were caught staring.

Shit. He was absolutely staring. He glanced around the room, nervous, but his colleagues seemed perfectly consumed by whatever they were doing. Reviewing papers, goofing off, whatever. Nobody was looking at Aizawa. Nobody was looking at Hizashi.

So why couldn’t he stop?

Did Hizashi not notice what was going on? Was this a normal occurrence? Was this only his first time noticing that his coworker just got random in-office boners?

But what if Hizashi did notice, and this wasn’t normal?

That thought disturbed Aizawa’s sense of peace even more. Hizashi could have been putting himself on display because he wanted someone to look. Was Aizawa playing someone else’s role here?

“You ok, Eraser?” a voice snapped Aizawa out of his mind and into a panic. He coughed to hide whatever startled noise he almost made.

“Of course,” he replied evenly, barely registering Nemuri as the person who spoke to him. “Excuse me.”

He got up swiftly and it took everything in him not to sprint out of the office. He kept his strides casual. He held his breath as he passed Hizashi in his way out.

He almost felt like he had blacked out on the way to the bathroom. He turned on the faucet and let it run. At the same time, he felt his thoughts pouring out of their hiding places.

He couldn’t even begin to count the times he had fantasized about Hizashi. He wasn’t sure if they were even separate instances or just one nonstop daydream that faded in and out. He’d be lying to himself if he said he had never looked at his own length and wondered how it compared. The way it looked, the way it felt. If it was warm, or thick. Or what it tasted like.

His daydreams consumed him at times. On some occasions, when he finished, he’d bring his wet fingers to his lips and taste himself, imagining Hizashi instead. He would work himself off with his hand turned awkwardly around as if it were Hizashi’s hand reaching for him. But these were just weird, pretend ways of imagining what was so out of his reach.

But today, he could see it. It was just as big as he’d hoped, maybe bigger. Had Hizashi even been wearing underwear? Aizawa couldn’t help but imagine what it would’ve been like if he had reached down and cupped Hizashi between his legs on his way out of the room.

He was so consumed with these thoughts that he completely missed the door opening.

In fact, he wouldn’t have noticed Hizashi entering the bathroom at all if it weren’t for his peripheral vision catching the reflection of long blonde hair in the mirror.

Aizawa felt his face grow hot. He needed to come up with an explanation, or an excuse, or an escape route.

Any brain power he could have used to come up with any of those things deteriorated completely when he felt warmth against his back.

And something hard.

“You liked what you saw?”

He hadn’t realized how close Hizashi’s lips were to his ear until he felt the heat of his breath against his skin. He looked up at the mirror. Hizashi was a good few inches taller than he was, and some of his half-up, half-down blonde hair spilled over onto Aizawa’s shoulders as Hizashi rested his chin by his neck. Aizawa didn’t want to look at his own evident hardness between his legs. As if Hizashi could read his mind, he trailed his long fingers down Aizawa’s arms before hovering his hands over the tent in his pants.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this,” Hizashi murmured. Aizawa felt the words swimming around in his head as he tried to give them meaning. “I’ve been waiting for a sign that you wanted it too. But you might have been waiting longer than I have, based on that look in your eyes.”

Hizashi gently palmed Aizawa through his pants, and Aizawa immediately turned his head, meeting Hizashi halfway into a sloppy kiss. He felt Hizashi’s hand press down more firmly, and he found himself moaning when Hizashi pressed his own erection against Aizawa’s back.

“You know what I was thinking about in the office?” Hizashi mumbled against Aizawa’s lips.

“What?” Aizawa finally choked out the first word he could manage since this encounter began. Hizashi smirked and grabbed the bulge in Aizawa’s pants.

“How badly I wanted to bend you over your desk,” Hizashi moved his lips back to Aizawa’s ear, nipping at his earlobe as he paused. “And fuck you in front of everyone.”

Aizawa felt all the blood drain from his face and travel to where Hizashi was grabbing him. Hizashi must’ve noticed, because he chuckled.

“What were you thinking about, Shouta?”

Aizawa could have answered with words, but he could think of something better to do with his mouth. He pulled away from Hizashi, slightly disappointed by the loss of contact but comforted by the anticipation of what was coming next.

He dropped to his knees, facing Hizashi. He was able to tear his gaze away from Hizashi’s tented sweatpants long enough to see the smug look on his face.

Aizawa tugged the waistband down and felt his heart skip a beat as his prize sprung free. So Hizashi hadn’t been wearing underwear after all. He could barely believe that this was real. He had fantasized about this moment on so many occasions that he wasn’t sure where to start.

Hizashi helped him decide. Taking his impressively thick member in one hand, and grabbing Aizawa by his long black hair with his other hand, Hizashi brought Aizawa’s face forward and tapped him on the lips with his wet tip.

“Looks like you want this,” Hizashi teased. Aizawa, his eyes clouded with lust, nodded slowly. He opened his mouth slightly, just enough to take the tip between his lips. He couldn’t help but moan when his tongue made contact with the slick skin.

As much as he wanted to savor every moment, Aizawa knew he had been waiting too damn long to take his time. He loosened his jaw, took a deep breath, and took Hizashi all the way into his mouth, bringing his face as far forward as he could.

The feeling of fullness was everything he could have wanted. He felt himself gag, but he didn’t mind. In fact, it made it even better. He grabbed Hizashi’s skinny hips and pushed his head forward even farther, taking Hizashi’s entire length down his aching throat with his lips nearly reaching the base. Having the man’s thick, warm cock all the way inside him was enough of a blessing on its own, but Hizashi’s low grunting was icing on the cake.

“Look at you,” Hizashi grumbled, and Aizawa rolled his half-lidded eyes up to look at the other man, whose confident expression made his knees weak. “You’re choking and you still want more. I never would’ve pegged you for such a submissive.”

Aizawa wanted to make some kind of comment about Hizashi’s choice of the word “pegged”, but his mouth was amazingly full. Instead he pulled back, feeling the spit-slicked skin moving against the walls of his mouth before sucking on the tip. He swirled his tongue around, tasting Hizashi, attempting to ignore his own pleasure for the sake of Hizashi’s. But the way Hizashi bit his lip and tightened his grip on Aizawa’s hair only made him quake with desire.

Aizawa took Hizashi to the back of his throat once more, making a steady pattern of bobbing his head up and down Hizashi’s impressive length, sucking hard, his mind racing, his tongue dancing along the skin, his nails digging into Hizashi’s waist.

“You could get off just from this,” Hizashi murmured, and Aizawa nodded slightly.

“But I wanna watch you touch yourself.”

That made Aizawa moan—a deep, guttural sound—around Hizashi’s cock, which was back down his throat. Realizing that this was a bit more of a command than just a comment, Aizawa let one hand drift away from Hizashi’s hips and down to his own neglected erection.

“God, you are filthy,” Hizashi chided as Aizawa pulled his aching member out of his pants, moaning again at Hizashi’s degrading words and wrapping his trembling fingers around himself.

“Oh, that turns you on, huh?” Hizashi chuckled, and Aizawa wondered how the other hero was able to talk so confidently while Aizawa could barely think in this state of ecstasy. “You like being talked to like that?”

Aizawa, his eyes tightly shut and his eyebrows scrunched together, nodded as he sucked on Hizashi’s tip. Hizashi pushed Aizawa down further on his cock, earning a strained moan.

“You just like the attention, don’t you?” Hizashi continued. “You have no idea how you look right now, choking on a fat cock and touching yourself. At work, no less. You dirty little thing.”

Aizawa’s breathing was getting faster, and his mouth and hand followed the quickened pace.

“You were practically drooling over me in the office. You wanted my cock so bad. You’re a nasty little slut, aren’t you?”

Aizawa nodded again, moving frantically now, pumping his hand and bobbing his head and allowing Hizashi’s words to leave a pleasurable sting.

Hizashi yanked Aizawa by the hair suddenly, pulling him off his cock. Aizawa, disappointed by the emptiness in his mouth but aroused by the force with which Hizashi handled him, blinked at Hizashi with confusion. Before he could ask what that was all about, he was rewarded by a sudden warmth on his cheeks and nose as Hizashi came on his face.

The humiliating, demeaning act triggered Aizawa’s own orgasm, and he came into his hand, spilling onto the bathroom floor.

The bathroom was almost silent, the only sound being the running water from the faucet Aizawa had forgotten to turn off. Hizashi grabbed a paper towel, wet it under the running tap, and turned the water off before gently bringing the damp towel to Aizawa’s face.

“Got a little carried away there, sorry,” Hizashi mumbled, smiling meekly. Aizawa wasn’t sure what expression was on his own face, but it looked like whatever it was had been worrying Hizashi.

“No, don’t apologize,” Aizawa replied, noticing the hoarseness in his voice from his throat taking so much abuse. Hizashi finished cleaning off Aizawa’s face and began wiping the spot on the floor.

“In case you couldn’t tell, I like you,” Hizashi added. “But I don’t know if that was clear from the way I talked to you just now.”

Aizawa snorted. “Oh, really? That was you liking me back there?”

“And I don’t want to make assumptions, but I think you like me too,” Hizashi ignored Aizawa’s sarcastic tone. “Unless you just really love dick.”

“It’s some combination of the two,” Aizawa replied evenly, though he couldn’t hide his smile. Hizashi held out a hand to help Aizawa up off his knees.

“I’m going to have to take you on a proper date sometime,” Hizashi offered. Aizawa arched an eyebrow.

“Don’t you think we’re a little past that step?”

Hizashi grinned.

“I’d like a little romance before I fuck you till you can’t walk.”

Aizawa felt his face grow warm. He was almost ready to have a second round right then.

“Fine, then,” he replied finally. Looking down to make sure he looked presentable, he walked toward the door. He glanced behind him to see Hizashi grinning, his eyes peering over his glasses at Aizawa’s ass. Aizawa smirked.

“You wanna get back to our actual jobs, Mr. Romantic?”

Hizashi followed Aizawa out the door, stopping to pinch his ass as he passed him.