cw: aged-up shinzawa, pet play


Shinsou is thirty-five, his boyfriend is a healthy fifty, and he feels far too old to blushing when he finally texts Aizawa what he wants to try in bed.

Pet play. Cats, specifically, because of course. Just the /thought/ of Aizawa

calling him "kitten" in that gravelly voice of his has Shinsou flushing pink for reasons other than embarassment.

Aizawa agrees easily. Says they should do it when he finishing grading papers. Says something about how Shinsou "took ling enough to ask."

Shinsou preps. Extensively. He /knows/ he looks perfect, dolled up and arranged on the bed by the time Aizawa gets home. He already had ears and a tail that match his hair, because he has been wanting this forever.

Aizawa texts him from the living room, says he'll be ready in a

moment. Shinsou is practically trembling with anticipation.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when the bedroom door handle turns.

"Shouta," he purrs, then the sound dies in his throat.

Aizawa is standing there, naked except black underwear and... a black collar. Cat eats.

He's blushing red from his face down to his neck, looking so vulnerable, just for Shinsou. Shinsou is too overwhelmed with affection to speak.

Well, speechlessness rarely lasts with Shinsou, so he's the first to recover from the shock.

"Uh, I don't think we're /both/ supposed to... you know..." Shinsou points at his ears, then at Aizawa's. Aizawa's lip lifts in a snarl.

"Shut up. I know." Then the door slams and Aizawa is storming into the living room, and Shinsou is tearing after him, howling with laughter.

Shinsou catches him in the hallway, flinging his arms over Aizawa's shoulders, over his chest, pulling him tight against Shinsou's front.

"Babe, love, sweetheart, come on it's hilarious, you look amazing," Shinsou chokes out between laughs. Aizawa /growls/, all animalistic.

It matches his fluffy ears nicely, Shinsou thinks.

"I hate you," he grumbles, blushing, "I hate myself, I hate this relationship, and I hate cats."

"Mmmm," Shinsou hums into his neck, nosing at the collar, "I'm pretty sure you don't. I'm pretty sure you love it, actually."

"...yeah, you're right. I do." Aizawa sighs, the tension finally draining out of his stiff shoulders.

"That's what I thought," Shinsou says, kissing his neck. "Now come on, I'm sure we can figure something out. We didn't dress up for nothing."

THE END

Man idk this kind of shit cracks me up so much so don't mind me writing it over and over in slightly different ways.

Thanks for reading n hope u enjoyed!!