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After a long day at the Pussycat’s training camp, a tired Vlad King ran his hands through his hair, trying to mentally prepare himself for the night ahead. He and Eraser had to give extra lessons to the students who failed their exams.
Aizawa had five of his students to deal with; but honestly, the one of Kan’s own that failed matched the five of them easy.
He stopped in his tracks as he walked through the building, an odd noise coming from further down the hall.
Was that a moan?
He remained still, waiting to see if it was just exhaustion catching up with him.
And he heard another sound.
That - that sounded like Eraser.
The noises got louder and his feet decided it was time to stop standing there like a gargoyle, he started quickly in the direction of the noise.
It wasn't screaming - fuck, he never wanted to hear that kind of sound from Aizawa; but, it could still be bad, whatever was happening.
He got to the room the noise seemed to be emanating from and noticed the door was cracked.
He hesitated to open it further when a thought occurred to him.
That sound might’ve not been what he thought…There was another explanation.
It seemed ridiculous, but it was plausible.
Either the guy was in pain or he was in the - exact opposite of pain.
Kan chanced it and peered in through the cracked door. He couldn’t see everything, but he could at least make out the man in question.
Aizawa was about a quarter of the way onto the couch, head thrown back, body in what must’ve been an impressive arch, his hair splayed out into a thick dark halo around his head.
His face was pink, almost red, and covered in a sheen of sweat.
Jaw clenching and then going slack patternlessly as noises flooded out.
His face contorted in…Pleasure?
Only one arm was in Kan’s view.
The other was, moving.
Oh..
He-he was-
Well…
That-that wasn’t the way he thought that Aizawa would look if-
Wow.
It was more than a little bizarre; but, even more than that, it was…Uncomfortably arousing.
Aizawa was a bit rough, physically and personality-wise, but he was attractive.
He was plenty smart and stronger than he had any right to be with an annoyingly good head on his shoulders.
But, this was. This was just…wow.
…Wait. Shoulders. His shoulders were bare, he-he was-
Then, there was something else.
Other noises that were being made alongside the Erasure Hero’s moans.
Beyond Aizawa’s little groans and grunts.
He’d been so focused on the baffling sight that was his coworker getting off, that he’d drowned out the other noises.
Moaning.
Slurping.
Choking.
So, someone else was-…Oh.
Kan nearly jumped when Aizawa suddenly tensed and grit his teeth, hissing out like a feral cat.
“S-stop…Stop! Too close.”
Kan felt his own body clench at the obscene ‘pop’ sound and little wet coughs that followed Aizawa’s order.
He held his breath as the other person sat up.
It was Mandalay. Their gracious host.
Their very gracious host.
She was as pink in the face as he was, hair mussed and lips red and swollen from the obvious stretching she’d just put them through.
She was panting as she raised up further, the flush on her face extended down her neck to her very exposed chest!
He didn’t think his jaw could drop any further.
Saliva ran down her chin, off her puffy red lips, dripping onto and down her breasts, plush and soft.
Mandalay- er, Sosaki leaned forward, pressing her forehead together with Aizawa’s.
Her grin getting wide, his slowly growing to match.
“You’re still the best, Eraser.”
“Shino.”
Aizawa abruptly rose up fully onto the couch, taking her with him; his grin becoming more feline than the hero whose entire schtick was cats.
“It really has been a long time, hasn’t it?”
She inhaled sharply, her hands dug into his hair. Vlad couldn’t see what was happening, but he was certain he knew anyway.
“Eraser. Eraser, that’s- ahh.”
Wet squelching sounds, each drawing a gasping groan from the team leader, causing her to tighten her fists in his coworker’s long hair.
Aizawa kissed at and sucked marks into her breasts, running his tongue along the curve before nipping at the soft flesh.
Vlad stared, frozen and in a conflicted state of arousal for a span of time that he had no concept of.
At long last, Mandalay let out the loudest cry he’d heard yet; borderline strangling Eraser with her body, and at the same time, suffocating him with her glorious chest.
He was-
Th-they were really-
Kan almost screamed when there was suddenly a hand clamping over his mouth and dragging him backwards.
He shoved it off and turned on his heel, baring his teeth, cursing himself for getting so thoroughly distracted, by something like this no less!
Tiger.
It was just Tiger.
Okay.
He let out a big breath, relief flooding his body almost concerningly fast.
The other pro rubbed the back of his neck.
“Didn’t mean to startle you, but I didn’t want you to startle them either.”
Vlad looked over at the other hero, then back to the other two heroes, gesturing to the room he’d just been yanked away from.
“What was I just watching?!”
Chatora leaned over, trying to get a better look through the opened door, choking out a small laugh.
“Heh. It’s mating season.”
“…What?”
“She was always an introvert, but she’s made great strides since college.”
Kan was still in a state of disbelief, looking back and forth between the hero in front of him and the room that the other heroes were, doing it in.
“So - so they, I-I mean they’ve done- the-the two of them-“
“Exclusively, as far as I’ve seen.”
“Really?”
“Why mess with a good thing?”
He supposed so.
It was beyond shocking to know Aizawa had a sex life; hell, Kan was one of the staff that was sure the guy had never gone to bed with anyone. And come to find out he’s got something remotely steady?
Actually, that part made sense.
“This a problem for you?”
Kan bristled at the other hero’s darkening expression and his tone, irked and with a little more bite than he expected for a pseudo-friendly chat. He didn’t know the Pussycats as well as Aizawa, and they didn’t know him very well in turn; that said, it was heartening to hear the team tank be so protective of his leader.
“No. No, I-uh, I-I just never imagined Eraser was-“
“Such a tomcat?”
“Anything but a sexless robot.”
Tiger shot him an unimpressed look, to which Vlad threw his hands up.
“Hey, you don’t work with the guy. I’ve never seen him get so, animated, a-about something that wasn’t fighting villains-“
“Eraser! Eraser!”
Kan felt a sudden chill run up his spine and a heat bloom in his jockstrap; the contrast was dizzying.
Chatora just started grinning.
“She always said he was, masterful. Sounds like he’s still got it.”
The Blood Hero crossed his arms and fought another shiver.
“Yeah, great. And now, I have to go back to work with those noises and images in my brain every time I look at the guy.”
Then he jumped half out of his boots when Sosaki shouted again, only to be met with a loud laugh from the pro walking alongside him.