suspension

Izuku allows himself to hang, suspended from sensei’s capture scarf as the man continues grading papers. From time to time the boy feels a gentle touch on his knee that sends him rocking for minutes and it’s only the blindfold obscuring his sight that keeps him from becoming dizzy and nauseous from the motions. Still he moans, wriggling as much as he can, hoping that Aizawa would take pity and play with him more, either by touching his cock or playing with the plug in his ass.

Instead after the latest little spin, Aizawa speaks for the first time in what felt like hours. “You okay there problem child?”

“Yes Daddy,” slips from his lips, easily, naturally, and Aizawa huffs a laugh.

“You sure? No cramping or chafing?”

The fact that sensei asks twice makes Izuku bite his tongue from an automatic response, instead taking stock on how his body feels. There’s nothing really wrong except… “My right arm aches a bit? But it was like that before we started so I think it’s mostly weather related?”

Izuku can hear Aizawa huff but the man doesn’t respond for a moment before he feels himself get lowered gently to the bed he was suspended over, the binds going lax enough that Izuku could move under his own power. But instead he waits, feels calloused and warm hands start untying him from the fabric although the blindfold remains on. Izuku hears a jar being opened but then he smells chamomile and ginger, which throws him for a loop. While they’ve explored with flavored lube before they had both quickly realized they preferred them over unscented and unflavored so it couldn’t be for that…

Any further errant thoughts go our the window the moment a familiar and warm hand starts trailing up his sides, leaving an almost too hot yet soothing substance on his skin. “Daddy?” Izuku asks, voice thin and reedy as Aizawa’s hands start exploring his arm, massaging it.

“Just doing something I would have done earlier if someone had mentioned it earlier,” he quips back, voice not upset but rather fondly exasperated.

Izuku is about to retort that 1) he was perfectly fine to play and 2) daddy never asked but it was cut off by a little moan as Aizawa pressed just right against a stubborn knot of tension in his arm that instantly relaxed with his sure touch.

Above him, Aizawa chuckles at his little whimpers and moans, but Izuku doesn’t care, just feels himself become go loose and pliant at the attention. It’s not long before Izuku finds himself dozing off as Aizawa moves his ministrations up his arm and to his shoulders and back.

Izuku wakes up and blinks at the evening light that bathes his teacher’s apartment full oranges and blues. There’s mewling at the door which means at least one of the cats must be up and wanting attention or food. The blindfold must have been long gone and he’s tucked under the the sheets, just the faintest trace of the scent of the massage oil still in the room. Beside him, over the covers is Aizawa-sensei who seems to be dozing as well, the man’s arm draped over Izuku’s torso. The boy smiles as he idly moves errant strands of hair away from Aizawa’s face, thumb lightly brushing against a brow smoothed for once in sleep.

He’s not so surprised that dark eyes sleepily flick open.

“Sorry that our session ended without me getting you off,” Izuku says quietly, honestly. He had been looking forward to maybe sucking Aizawa off while he hung from the ceiling, reliant on the other man to use him as he wanted to.

“I enjoyed myself,” Aizawa says in response. “There’s more to our relationship than just sex,” the older grouses even as he rolls over to get up so he can attend to the insistent feline on the other side of of the door.

Izuku smiles to himself, feeling warm and full of love for this man. “Yeah, I know.”