Patented Technique

 Hizashi was at his wits end.

It was just Kayama, Aizawa, Elly and himself at the bar tonight, sitting in a secluded room in the back. They had ordered one too many drinks and all were pretty much inebriated except Aizawa, who was the designated caller of the cabs.

The combination of them getting wasted, him being madly in love with the counselor and her showing up in a frilly, short skirt had culminated somehow in this risqué chatter. Kayama wouldn't let it drop and they had somehow gotten to the topic of...

"Pfft. Please. Guys orgasm so easily." Kayama snorted. She pointed at Aizawa, who sat snoring beside her, and then shakily at Hizashi across the table.

"I have to agree with that," Elly sighed, downing the last of her frozen novelty cocktail.

"Nuh! ...not fair! Girls can come quick, too." Hizashi frowned through his blush. He couldn't believe they were talking about this. Although since Kayama was here, he kind of could.

Elly regarded him warily, her ears folded into her hair. "Guys can even do it without taking their clothes off," she stated matter-of-factly.

He <i>really</i> didn't want to oppose her, especially because it meant the topic would continue to be discussed. Still, he fought back. "Some chicks can come through their clothes."

"Oh, right. Like that's possible." It was Kayama's turn to scoff.

Hizashi squinted drunkenly at Elly, who squirmed in her seat beside him at the look. "Ohhh, I dunno," he grinned slyly, wiggling his mustache. "<i>I</i> could do it."

"You?" Kayama laughed until she spilled most of her drink on Aizawa, who grumbled but didn't lift his head off his arms. "I bet you can't! Prove it! Right here! We gotta private - <i>hic</i>! -- room 'n all!"

The loud hiss that came next startled everyone, including Aizawa. He poked his head up and muttered, "Watch out for her claws," imparting true feline wisdom before flopping down to snore again.

"No!" Elly clutched the Voice Hero's arm possesively, her eyes murderous as she glared at the other woman. "Come any closer and I'll cut a bitch."

"Oooh, babe, are you jealous? 'Cause if you <i>like</i> me," he leaned close to her, bending over to whisper in her furry ear. "I'm pickin' up what yer puttin' <i>down</i>."

"Zashi!"

He chuckled. "I could make you lose it right here. I mean it. 'Specially since you wore a skirt."

Her blotchy face grew redder, and she choked, stammering faintly. "Oh! I, I uh... oh. Oh my."

"Wanna see?" He rested his hand on her leg.

Kayama watched, fascinated. She never thought the derpy blond man would have this effect on anyone, but here she was, witnessing it firsthand. Elly swayed, her eyelids drooping as she regarded him with a look so steamy he knew she wanted him.

Even in his drunken state he paused for direct consent, however. "Ain't gonna do anythin' until you tell me <i>yes</i>, pretty city kitty."

Her ears laid on either side of her head while she gasped. He was, quite literally, taking her breath away as her heart pounded heavily against her ribcage. "Yes."

She felt his hand slide up her thigh and though it caused her a pleasurable shiver, wondered if this simple touch was his game, why was he so damned <i>sure of himself</i>?

Hizashi kissed her.

Surprised, Elly tensed a bit but melted when she saw his warm, golden-green eyes so close to hers. He deepened the kiss when she didn't pull away, his deft fingers lightly stroking her thigh close to the hem of her panties. They barely heard Kayama cheering in a slurred voice but instead focused on the kisses, which were turning damn near pornagraphic. Hizashi whined and whimpered whenever she managed to kiss him just right, while Elly miaowed and moaned. His hidden fingers were busy below, rubbing the silky material near the top of her open body in sweet, tight little circles. The fabric was drenched but he waited until her hips started to jerk along with his touch.

His finger didn't stop but his kisses did for a moment. Elly mewed softly, pouting, but he smiled wickedly and shook his head. What <i>really</i> confused her was when he raised his arm to his mouth.

Hizashi took a deep breath and hummed, directing a low vibration of his quirk through his arm and, consequently, down to his fingertips. Each steady exhale brought a thrill akin to a vibrator but honestly better as he could switch speed at will depending on her expressions.

Needless to say Midnight lost the bet.

She did, however, relentlessly call him "Hitachi" the next day in the staff offices until he threatened to tell them all the story of what happened when she first met Mount Lady.