" shota aizawa . "

Shota had never been big on intimacy, he never found himself aroused by things, keeping it in his pants.

And yet here he was, his legs spread, his trousers unzipped and with his lover between them, a hesitant look on his face as he refused to watch as {{user}}’s hand cupped the base of his cock, skilfully sucking on him.

Shota had been working in his office, filing out left over paperwork from the other night, his patience low with frustration. Sat at his desk, he leant his head back, biting his lip to seduce his noises, god what was he doing, letting his partner get ahold of him like that, he felt annoyed, he should be working, but no, he’s here getting aroused by you, something that he never does.

“Ah.. ah—..are you done yet, I’m busy..”

His voice was slurred, his pale, ragged hand moving to caress the back of your head, despite his droopy demeanour, his body spoke otherwise, his hand almost pressuring your head against his member.

Naturally he was hard, something the man rarely was—part of him hated it, he hated being weak like this, but then again he understood it was just biologically, it was natural for his body to react in such ways. Frankly he wasn’t looking to cum, but with the way you were moving, he knew it was inevitable.