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It was the end of an intense battle against attacking villains at UA. The students and teachers were giving their all. They had won, but not unscathed. There were several injuries left to tend to. All Might had worn himself down significantly; steam was escaping from his body and blood was quickly starting to drip from his mouth. All Might knew he couldn’t hold his form much longer. He fled the scene before he could be seen, or so he thought.
Eraser had noticed the hero’s injuries and been concerned. He had a crush on All Might ever since he had started teaching at UA. He often fantasized about spending time with the Symbol of Peace, shared missions, a chance tryst, or just doing mundane things like lesson planning. Anything to be close to him.
When he saw All Might take damage in battle, and he internally cringed, wishing he could have protected him. After All Might fled instead of going to Recovery Girl he grew worried. Normally he flees to avoid the paparazzi, but they were not present, just teachers and students. Where could he be going?
Eraser followed All Might to the top of a distant roof and concealed himself behind the corner of a well-placed water tank. What he saw was something unexpected. What looked like steam continued to pour out of All Might as he coughed up blood.
Eraser almost stepped out to berate him for not having Recovery Girl at least look at his injuries when he saw something unexpected. All Might shrank significantly: he looked skinny, cheeks sunken in, and hair even seemingly affected by gravity. If Eraser hadn’t seen the transformation with his own eyes, he would not have believed it.
All Might looked like an entirely different person, still tall, but not as much so, and lanky, almost skeletal. Aizawa felt a hardness start to grow in his pants. All Might looked more like prey, not predator for once.
He couldn’t help but approach. “All Might?” he said more meekly then he meant to.
All Might turned and saw Eraser walking towards him and jumped, clearly startled. “Ah, you must be mistaking me for…”
“It’s okay, I saw, but I won’t tell anyone. You have my word,” Eraser stated automatically and sincerely. He would keep any secret All Might would tell him.
“I guess you know,” All Might said as he looked toward his shoes.
“It probably has something to do with your quirk, but I won’t ask. I was just concerned because you looked badly injured and didn’t go to Recovery Girl.”
“Yes… now you know why. I just didn’t want any of the students to see me like this. What would they think if they saw their hero in such a state?” Eraser remained silent. “I want to keep the Symbol of Peace image not only to dissuade villains, but to be inspiring for heroes.”
“I think you’d be inspiring either way. There’s no shame in having a weakness. Knowing you’re just like everyone else is kind of a relief. I always thought you were perfect and that I would never have a chance with you.” Eraserhead turned red and immediately regretted the divulgence of his secret. Did I seriously just word vomit that… to All Might?!
All Might looked up at Eraser. “You mean you… …like me?” All Might asked while Eraser shrunk down and hid his face behind his capture weapon. All Might stepped closer, feeling his heartbeat pick up. He had never thought someone would like him if they found out about his alternate form, but Eraser seemed sincere in his confession. He knew fans adored him, but for someone to like him at his weakest?
“Are you sure?” All Might asked and immediately face palmed. “No, no… that’s not what I meant; I just mean… You like like me?”
Eraser peeked out from behind his capture weapon, turning a darker shade of crimson, and nodded.
All Might approached him and put his hand out. “Then will you go on a date with me?”
Aizawa’s heart jumped. He was not expecting that reaction, especially after seeing the hero in such a vulnerable state. “I…yeah, of course!” he said as he took All Might’s hand. He felt like his head was spinning, and his heart was about to beat out of his chest. A date with All Might!? He caught his breathe, coming back to reality, and said “As long as you get looked at by Recovery Girl first.” All Might looked visibly embarrassed and agreed.
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Their first date was going well, Toshinori had taken Aizawa out to dinner, and they talked about teaching and ordinary things, just as Aizawa had dreamt about. He spent most of the time listening and gazing into Toshinori’s eyes from across the booth, just happy to be existing next to him. Towards the end of the dinner, they got onto the topic of why Toshinori had decided to ask Aizawa out.
Toshinori looked away from Aizawa and started, “I thought you were genuine when you said you liked me. I didn’t think anyone would want to date me as myself and not the Number One Hero. When you confessed to me, I couldn’t help but give you a chance.”
“Well I’m grateful for the chance,” he said honestly, “sorry to be so forward, but I didn’t even realize you were gay.” Aizawa enquired nervously, hoping with everything he had that his date with Toshinori wasn’t a misunderstanding.
“I’m bi, but you’re the first guy I’ve ever been out with,” Toshinori said hoping Aizawa wouldn’t reject him outright for lack of experience.
“Really?” Aizawa said, looking at the man in front of him with interest.
“It’s not that I’m unsure, he said as he looked at the table next to them, “I just haven’t had much opportunity to date with all the heroing I do.”
“That’s understandable,” Aizawa said as he shyly took the other hero’s hand in his own. “Maybe I can show you the ropes.” Argh, I said that out loud! Toshinori turned beet red and Aizawa cursed himself for being so imposing, especially on a first date. He was just having trouble holding back when all he had been dreaming about was Toshinori.
“I’d like that,” Toshinori said without hesitation.
Aizawa smiled and moved to Toshinori’s side of the booth, still holding his hand. He pressed the side of his leg into Toshinori’s and took a deep breath. He took ahold of Toshinori’s chin and brought him in for a kiss.
Not a minute later, just as it was getting good, the server came over to hand them their bill.
The second the server left, Aizawa looked at Toshinori and whispered seductively, “Can we continue this somewhere more private?”
Toshinori nodded quickly. “Is my place okay or is that too…”
“Your place is fine.” He said as he put a finger to Toshinori’s mouth to silence him and get another feel of his pouty lips.
The men paid and left in a hurry.
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They approached Toshinori’s house, and as soon as they closed the entryway door, Aizawa pushed the larger hero against the wall, pressing his body against him. Toshinori felt his back hit the wall and a sense of urgency came over him. He wanted to touch the hero, be as close as he could without overstepping. Eraser started kissing him passionately. All Might moved his hands to the small of Aizawa’s back and ran one hand up his back feeling the muscles that lay waiting for him.
Toshinori wondered if it was too soon to try to take the hero’s shirt off. Was it too soon? Did Aizawa just want to make out? As soon as the thoughts ran through his head, he felt a hand press against his hardness. A jolt of electricity ran through his body at the touch. He grabbed Aizawa’s ass with one of his hands.
The reaction seemed to push Aizawa forward as he started to rub Toshinori through his pants. Toshinori decided on breaking contact for a second to remove Aizawa’s shirt to reveal his chiseled chest. He instantly regretted the move when Aizawa progressed to remove his.
He pushed Eraser’s hands away from his shirt gently, but firmly. “So…” All Might said nervously, “Should we move to my room?” He looked shyly at Eraser. His place was modest, only one hallway leading back toward his room.
Aizawa wordlessly pulled the man toward the hall and Toshinori took the lead towards his bedroom.
Eraser saw the inside of All Might’s room. It was exactly as he had pictured, clean, organized, and minimalist, not showy like the hero’s personality when addressing fans. There was his bed, an oversized couch-like chair, desk and bookshelf full of books and movies. He elected to sit in the large chair and pull All Might with him. As big as the chair was, there wasn’t quite enough room to sit next to Eraser, so Toshinori positioned himself kneeling on the floor in front of the hero.
Again, Eraser moved to take off Toshinori’s shirt; only this time, he allowed it. Aizawa gazed at the deep scar on Toshinori’s chest. Toshinori grimaced when he saw Erasers eyes trail down and stop at his scar.
Aizawa realized his mistake when he saw All Might’s face. “The wounds of a true hero, the hero of the people, no need to make such a sour face,” he said as he placed a kiss on Toshinori’s forehead.
Toshinori accepted Eraser’s words, he was always speaking his truth. He moved in to kiss Eraser as Eraser looked at him like he was something to eat. Toshinori groaned into his mouth. They only broke to gasp for air.
Toshinori felt like climbing Aizawa’s body like a tree. He let his hands slip from the sides of Eraser’s face down to his shoulders and kissed at his neck. He could feel Eraser’s hands all over his body. He had a good understanding of making out, but what should he do next? He knew Eraser was ready, he could see the bulge in his pants straining to be freed.
All Might shakily put his hand against Eraser’s chest and ran it down past his bellybutton. Is this what I should do? I don’t know, but this feels right.
All Might proceeded down and went for Eraser’s pant’s button. He seemed to struggle. Get it together All Might, it’s just a button. He managed to undo the button and unzip Eraser’s zipper. He pulled the hero’s pants down and froze, not knowing what to do next. Should I take off his underwear or do I touch him first? All Might grew noticeably pink in the cheeks as he contemplated his next steps.
Eraser noticed the hero’s deepening redness. “Don’t think too hard, just do what you want.”
Toshinori reached for the younger man’s visible bulge and lay his hand upon it. He felt instantaneous warmth and hardness. The hero’s face grew a deeper shade of red as he pressed on, trying to take Aizawa’s words to heart. Don’t think too hard. What would I want if it were me?
All Might stroked the hero through the remainder of his clothing. His face instantly lighting up when he received a low moan from Eraser. He grew tired of the barrier keeping him from his target. He slowly removed what was left of the man’s clothing. He stared in wonder of what Eraser had been hiding beneath the now removed thin layer of clothing.
He may have been starring for too long as when he looked up, he met Eraser’s gaze. The man just smiled down at him. Toshinori returned the heartfelt glance. “May I?”
Eraser nodded. All Might’s gaze returned to the hard shaft in front of him. He rubbed the precum dripping down the shaft all over and started stroking Eraser’s stiff cock.
After a few moments, it was quiet so he looked to Aizawa for a reaction. Eraserhead’s full-bodied dark hair was covering one eye, his face contorted in pleasure. All Might noticed that he was holding his breath, and slowly let it out; relaxing into the rhythm his hand had set.
Eraser let out a whining sound, which Toshinori took as a good sign when he felt Eraser’s legs tense up. With that encouragement, he kept up the pace, squeezing his hand ever so slightly on the upstroke, as he would do to himself.
All Might leaned up for a passionate kiss, which was met with vigor from Eraser. Should I pinch a nipple or is that too weird? Well… here goes nothing. Toshinori reached up with his free hand and pulled at Aizawa’s hard nipple. Eraser moaned into his mouth. Toshinori took that as a good sign. He continued and gave the pink nub a slight twist while at the same time working Aizawa’s shaft. Eraser bit Toshinori’s lip and dug his finger’s into All Might’s arms.
Streams of white cum shot out as stars danced behind Shouta’s eyes. “Oh…fuck, Toshinori,” the hero whispered in his ear.
When Aizawa came back down to earth, he noticed All Might absentmindedly rubbing his hand against his cock. Shouta grabbed All Might’s arm, standing up and forcing the Number One Hero to switch places with him in the chair as Shouta positioned himself on All Mights lap. He sat sideways with his legs hanging over the arm of the chair, making sure to fully cover All Might’s hardness and deny the hero’s hands access until Shouta had finished playing with him.
He moved All Might’s hands to his waist to help guide the man. Eraser cupped his hands around All Might’s face and pulled him in for a passionate kiss, which Toshinori returned greedily, moving his hands over Eraser’s body. His hands searching up Eraser’s muscled back and back down towards his well-formed ass.
Aizawa could feel Toshinori’s erection pushing up at him, but he just continued the deep kiss, pretending he didn’t notice the intrusion, allowing All Might to search every part of his body with his hands. Within minutes, he had All Might moaning into his mouth and pushing his hips up against him.
When Shouta decided he had finally had enough, he moved to kneel on the floor between All Might’s legs. He smiled, lightly cupping All Might’s cock with his hand. His cock jumped and Eraser ran two fingers over the shaft in front of him. The hard shaft sprang up once again and Aizawa continued his light-handed teasing, running fingers down all sides of Toshinori’s penis, but not fully enclosing his hand.
Toshinori’s moans turned into whines as Eraser licked his fingers and then swirled them around the head. Eraser gazed up at All Might’s visage; he had a needy look that begged Aizawa to keep going.
Eraser slid his hand down, fully forming a fist around the shaft in front of him for the first time, then slowly pulled his hand back up. He repeated the motion slowly, teasingly slow, just enough to keep All Might’s attention centered on him.
“Please Eraser,” All Might whined quietly.
Aizawa loved hearing the Symbol of Peace pleading with him for more. He followed the indirect command and gave in to what All Might wanted, quickening his pace, his hand slick against the hero’s hardness. Eraser felt All Might’s penis enlarge and tense up so he squeezed the base. All Might broke the kiss and gave him a needy look.
“Please… I need more.”
The words went straight to Eraser’s cock, and congruent with Toshinori’s plea, he continued stroking. The blonde haired hero yelped and held on to Aizawa. Eraser leaned into All Might to continue their deep kiss. All Might moaned into the kiss and pulled away to bury his face into Aizawa’s neck. The dark haired hero could feel the younger hero harden beyond his limit and squeezed the base of his cock again.
“Aaahhh!” All Might managed to squeak out against Eraser’s neck. “Why do you keep stopping when I’m close?” he choked out.
“I like watching you squirm with pleasure.”
“But I need to cum”
“You’re not desperate enough yet.” Eraser put his hand on All Might’s chin and forced him to look him in the eyes. “Besides, I’m not giving up my opportunity to have the great All Might beg me for release.”
All Might blushed a deep crimson and Aizawa resumed his tender assault on All Might’s cock. He used the hand still on All Might’s chin to bring him up into a fervent kiss. His tongue licking across All might’s bottom lip.
Can he erase my ability to cum? Is that a thing? All Might let out a lengthy whine as Eraser broke the kiss. Just when All Might thought that he couldn’t turn a deeper shade of red, Eraser, still tending to the thick cock in his hand, moved to fully seat himself on the floor between the hero’s legs.
Looking at All Might, he asked “May I?” just as All Might had asked him before.
All Might choked out a brief, but loud “YES!” that he was worried may have sounded too eager. Eraser smirked and licked up the underside of All Might’s shaft.
“Oh my god…Eraser!” All Might said as Aizawa engulfed the head into his mouth.
“Shouta” Eraser stated while looking at Toshinori. “I want to hear you say my name.” He glanced down at his hand, which was on Toshinori’s cock, and back up at him, seductively.
“Please Shouta?” All Might asked.
“Much better” He said as he slid his mouth back down All Might’s penis. He lightly sucked as he moved his mouth up, circling his tongue around the head and sucking back down. He repeated the motions until Toshinori grabbed Eraser’s head and whisper-screamed, “Shouta!” Eraser stopped what he was doing again and squeezed the base of All Might’s shaft.
“Ahh!! P-Please…” Toshinori cried out.
“Hmm? What do you need?” Aizawa asked coyly.
“Please…I need…”
Shouta looked at him in mock confusion. “What do you need, Yagi?”
Toshinori looked at the hero, pleading, “I need you to… to keep going.”
“You want me to keep going until you cum? Aizawa asked coquettishly.
“Please Shouta, I really need to cum!”Aizawa smiled serenely as if that was all he needed to hear. He used his mouth to stroke up and down along Toshinori’s shaft while licking side to side. He peaked up to see All Might’s eyes squeezed shut and mouth open in pure bliss.
“Ah, Shouta! I’m close!” Shouta picked up his pace making sure to suck ever so slightly harder on the upstroke. All Might ran his fingers through the younger hero’s dark, silky hair, then grabbed his head gently and squeezed Eraser as close to his body as Eraser would allow.
“Ah, I’m cumming…Shouta!! Toshinori cried as pleasure surged through his body. Aizawa smiled around the long shaft, pleased to hear the Number One Hero call his name in unadulterated ecstasy. Eraser kept sucking until the pulses from All Might’s cock ceased and he was fully drained of cum.
All Might continued to hold onto Aizawa until he glanced up at Toshinori and made one final suck up the shaft to clean him of cum. Toshinori shivered. Once the mild overstimulation cleared his body, he pulled Shouta in close for a kiss, first whispering “Thank you, Shouta.” Aizawa felt a spark at the sincere remark and kissed All Might passionately.
“Will you stay over?” All Might asked hopefully.
“Of course” Eraser answered sweetly.