Flirt wars (shota)

 

Sleeping Bag (shota)

"Hnf. I bet you're boring in bed," Kayama scoffed at the man in front of her at the table.

"I prefer a sleeping bag," Aizawa shrugged.

"Are you telling me you've had sex in that and are dragging it around school all the time?!" She spluttered, getting the better part of her drink all over.

Thirteen edged away from the drunken woman with a grimace. "Hey, Ches... you want to trade places?"

"And sit next to Midnight? When she's drunk?!" Elly shook her head. "Oh, no. I know better than that."

"Cheshire!"

Elly groaned. "Yeah, Midnight?"

"Does Eraser really screw in his bag?"

Her tail frizzed completely out in every direction. "I - I don't... <i>why would you ask me that</i>?!"

Kayama looked nonplussed. "Hey, I figured you and him were - you know ..." She made a rude gesture and Thirteen hid her face in her gloved hands.

"What gave you <i>that</i> idea?" Aizawa asked curiously.

"Well, I mean, you both flirt all the time and, if Eraserhead here has a type, it would definitely hafta be cat related!" She pointed at the cat woman's ears. "I see him staring at your tail and stuff when he thinks you're not watching."

"Kayama!"

"Maybe it's not your tail." She chuckled wickedly and downed another shot. "You an ass man, Aizawa?"

He gave her a very steady look.

She burst out laughing and then hicupped. "Uh oh. Be right back, I've got to use the ladies' room."

Aizawa blinked at Elly, who stared right back. Thirteen, feeling like a third wheel, got up to order some more food.

The scruffy man broke the silence first. "So," he murmured, scratching absently at his chin. "You want to see if we can both fit?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Elly accepted quickly.

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A nice feeling (shota)

Eri watched, her eyes wide and mouth open in a little "o" of surprise, as her guardian smiled a softer smile than any she'd seen before.

Elly knocked gently at her door while Aizawa was braiding her hair. When she poked her head through at the girl's tentative acceptance, his busily working hands stilled. She felt rather than heard the intake of air as the older man's gaze fell upon the counselor.

<i>He looks at her different</i>, she thought, awed.

His bland voice sounded the same, though. "Is there something you need, Cheshire?"

"You," Elly said easily, shrugging. She winked at Eri, whose eyes grew larger at the casual sign of camaraderie.

Aizawa choked on that. "Excuse me?"

The cat woman laughed and sat on the small bed, making sure not to disturb the few stuffed animals seated there. "You're doing Eri's hair for the event tonight, right? I thought it might be a good idea if I did yours." She gazed fondly at his messy, wavy locks.

Aizawa would have immediately rejected the idea, but the pale child before him spun about to face him with an excited smile. "That's great!"

He blinked his tired eyes, startled. "Oh?"

Eri couldn't explain how safe and cared for she felt when he did her hair. His strong fingers were gentle as they combed through, taking his time and helping her pick out the pretty accessories he'd mostly bought for her. But she knew one thing, and in her childlike innocence she blurted out the truth in more ways than she knew.

"She'll make you feel nice! You should do it."

The adults shared a look that spoke louder than words. "Well," he murmured slowly, his gray eyes never leaving Elly's purple ones, "I guess it's settled, then." He finished off the last braid, fingers moving deftly, and attached the fuzzy band she picked out earlier. "You good?"

"Uh huh." Eri nodded, and he pointed out the door. She breathlessly thanked him as she ran out on sturdy little legs to join the girls of class 1-A downstairs.

Aizawa stayed in his crouched position until he couldn't hear the sounds of her feet running down the hall. He then stood slowly up, grimacing as his knees popped. Elly raised her eyebrows at him when he took a long step to stand directly in front of her. He bent down so he could speak directly into one of her furry, purple ears.

"I'm ready for you to make me feel ... <i>nice</i>," he hummed in a low tone. "Shall we move to your room or mine?"

She blushed.

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The Pocky Game (shota)

"She's never done it before, c'mon!" Kayama shook the box of pocky in the scruffy teacher's face.

"Uh, that's okay, really. I know how it works, and it's <i>definitely</i> not something Aizawa would want to do." Elly tried her hardest to defuse the situation, but the R-Rated Hero smelled sexual tension in the air like a bloodhound. She was also quite drunk.

Aizawa took the box from her and set it on the table in front of them. "Kayama," he sighed wearily, "we're not a couple of teenagers."

The dark-haired woman snickered. "No," she agreed. "No, you're not. <i>You're</i> a thirty-one year old stick-in-the-mud that I gaurrantee never did anything like this. Man up, Aizawa! Have another drink!"

It was, ultimately, the alcohol that did them in.

Kayama had a wide variety of bottles and cans of all sorts of alcohol, both mixed and plain. They all had one thing in common, though, and that was their staggeringly high proof count. Several glasses of beer later, the scruffy man kept eyeing the box and poking at it until he finally turned to Elly.

"Let's do this," he said firmly. "I want to eat these, and she won't let us unless we do it." He opened the top and took one out, shaking his hair back before sticking the end of the strawberry-coated cookie stick in his mouth.

Their audience of one watched, thrilled, when Elly licked her lips and stared. "Okay," she murmured, "but you're gonna lose." He snorted and waved her towards him. She scooted closer and bit the far end, nibbling immediately.

Pocky sticks were, by definition, not very large. The sweet treat was already half gone before she saw something flicker in the laconic man's gray eyes. Aizawa grinned devilishly at her and took a massive bite, chomping all the way to her side and pressing his lips on hers. She swallowed a mouthful of cookie and gasped, only to feel his tongue slip between her lips in a deliberate kiss.

And then, not satisfied with <i>that</i>, he pulled her onto his lap, his hands sliding low around her waist while he kissed her again.

And again.

Elly mewed faintly, shaking all over, and he steadied her against his warm chest when their mouths broke apart after a seemingly endless display of passion.

"That was epic!" Kayama howled in delight. She held up her phone with a loud and crazy laugh. "I got the whole thing caught on video! Good thing, too, 'cause otherwise nobody would ever believe me."