Patreon Compilation – Fic#363 – AllMight/Aizawa – overstimulation; squirting; dacryphilia – Learn The... Hard... Way?

AllMight/Aizawa – overstimulation; squirting; dacryphilia – AllMight has been consistently overworking himself and staying late hours in the teacher's lounge despite his colleagues warning him. When Aizawa wakes up from a nap to find the old man yet again at work late after hours, he takes matters into his own hands.

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AllMight is desperately sensitive. Despite the palm he’s clutching to his own mouth, little whines keep tumbling out as Aizawa pets his pussy and rounds his nipple with a stiffened, wet fingertip. The space between his thin thighs is damp with wetness and the longer he pets, the more he can feel his cunt start to get plump and eager for it all. Blood fills the lips with a vengeance and has the pretty cocklet starting to peek out from its hood.

He feels it brushing against the side of his hand and hears AllMight make a sound like he is about to choke on his tongue.

Pressing another kiss against his little teat, Aizawa pulls away marginally to peer up at him with a dark expression. AllMight’s eyes are closed. He seems to focus wholly on breathing while his bony knees carefully angle themselves outward. Just a little. Just enough to give Aizawa more access to the sweet plum that is spilling its sticky juice all over his palm.

And then there are the tears. Little glistening tears of overstimulation are already sitting at the edges of his eyes and on top of his surprisingly long lashes. Aizawa bites the tip of his tongue, a shudder racing down his spine and making him roll his shoulders down and stretch his neck to loosen some muscles and get ready. Because he needs more of this.

Far more.

He settles down by kneeling on the floor. AllMight might be narrow now in his deflated form, but he is still impossibly tall and the couch does not accommodate two grown men. So he knees and he shifts his touches to gently spread Toshinori’s flower open before his very eyes. The inside is just as beautiful as his gash had teased.

The petals are a dark candy pink, glistening and making them look like silk. His clit is large and only getting more so as he is getting stimulated. Aizawa wouldn’t be surprised if it was about the size of his thumb fully erect and that thought makes his heart stumble all over itself.

He leans forward. He spares half a moment to wonder if he should pay attention to not drag his stubbled chin against Toshinori’s silky little cunt. He decides just to play it by ear; listen to whether Toshinori’s choked sound of absolute horrified realization would morph into something more painful as Aizawa took care to acquaint himself with his warm gash.

“Aizawa!” he gasps, half choking again, though he is not coughing. It’s a bit high pitched and pleading, his large hands fluttering nervously around Aizawa’s head without actually daring to touch the black mop of hair. He’s so out of his element that it is honestly funny to watch.

Against Aizawa’s tongue, Toshinori’s clit flexes. It is obedient and sweet, twitching with each swipe of his tongue or gentle pulling suck of his mouth.

Toshinori’s bony knees have snapped up as much as the hobble around his legs will allow, bracketing Aizawa’s ribs awkwardly.

Aizawa looks up, watching his gaunt face draw tight as he sucks, tongue pressed and molded around the swollen clit.

“Ah… Ah!”

He pulls away. Not because he wants to ruin Toshinori’s orgasm but because he wanted to dive in and drag through the warm silky mess of his folds in decadent swipes. When he realizes what is happening, he hurries to do so anyway, warmth trickling through Aizawa’s body and settling heavy in his gut as the realization sinks in just how sensitive and inexperienced Toshinori is.

Coming just from getting his cocklet sucked for a couple of minutes? It feels completely unheard of.

His mouth is warm and soft, tongue lapping slowly from the clenching opening up through the length of the pussy while his eyes are fixed on Toshinori’s flushed, gaunt face. He looks delicious like that; those little sounds of overwhelmed stimulation. He can feel his clit twitching against his nose and nudges it lovingly without really thinking about it.

Toshinori makes a sound like he is choking on air again, his big hands finally jerking down and grabbing Aizawa by the hair. He is trembling, his bony knees caging him in.

“Please! Please!” he gasps. It sounds like he wants Aizawa to pull away, but he keeps clutching at him with hands and legs and keeps him far too close.

Aizawa doesn’t have anything against a bit of overstimulation. He keeps nudging with his nose and licking, both soft and gentle; not wanting to make it feel abrasive while AllMight whimpers like a dog and his narrow hips keep jerking up, fucking against Aizawa’s face with wet, loving presses of his cunt.

When his voice breaks on a little cry, Aizawa’s eyes snap back up to his face. Heat curls in his lower abdomen when he sees that the few little tears from before have become a lot more. They are dripping down his temples and vanish in his hair, glistening and beautiful.

Aizawa… wants more of that. He suddenly changes tactic, pulls his mouth away from Toshinori’s silky, overheating pussy, thick strands of slick connecting to his mouth and then latches onto his cocklet once more with vengeance.

Sucks with his tongue pressed up against the desperately sensitive tip, lips pushing back on the hood to bare it all to him in its sensitive, brick red, twitching glory.

AllMight cries out again, alarm in his stuttered voice, fingers pulling on Aizawa’s hair- Aizawa’s brain feels syrupy and delicious and he does not quite catch on to what is happening until AllMight’s willowy body bends like a bow string and he comes again. And squirts.

Aizawa has to pull away, tongue lapping at his lips, eyes on the brick red virgin cunt that is squirting for him from all the overstimulation he had layered on it without mercy.

He kisses AllMight’s wet thighs, waiting for him to come down from his delirious high. He is just in the process of wondering what the Hell they should do with the lumpy teacher’s dorm couch that is now saturated in AllMight’s pussy juices, when he hears a soft snoring from above.

He peers up, a surprised but pleased smile tugging the corners of his mouth into his cheeks.

He’s fallen asleep. His lashes are still clumped together with tears and the tracks are starting to dry on his temples.

At least the little ploy worked just like they had hoped it would and AllMight can finally rest. He’ll clean him up and bundle him in his sleep sack before carrying him to his car. Tonigh, AllMight will sleep in Aizawa’s flat.

And tomorrow, Aizawa will figure out what to do with the couch.