Letting the table know that no one has even eaten out was embarrassing, but you certainly weren't prepared for the results. As soon as Hizashi left the table, you grew quiet.
And then Aizawa makes his move.
Aizawa's eyes never leave the point in the distance that he's locked into. He takes a sip of his drink, tipping it back until the foam clings to the sides; it's liquid courage, you think. You glance over to Hizashi, who's patiently waiting at the bartop for a waiter's attention. When he looks back to you, he shakes his drink in silence question and you nod back; yeah, you'll need another beer.
"I could go down on you."
You close your teeth around the glass rim of your bottle, trying to grit theoigh the feeling of your racing heart. Your voice stays low, as if anyone could hear over the din. "You'd do that?"
He leans back in his seat, chin up, expression neutral.
Hizashi is ordering now, glancing back at your table again. Neither of your faces betray the conversation, but you're flustered.
"I do. I really do." His voice is unusually smooth. There's none of his usual grit. "I've thought about what I'll do to you."
He places his glass down and runs his thumb through the condensation.
"I'll be gentle. Slow. I'll take you home, lay you down in my bed. Make you nice and comfortable."
He rubs his thumb back and forth, tiny, little, delicate circles that draw your attention and hold it there. Your skin prickles at the thought that he can touch you like that--
"I'd take my time with you too." Aizawa continues. You hate how he can keep himself so stoic. "Undressing you, kissing your thighs, talking to you. You're going to cum before my lips touch you."
Heat pools deep inside you. Every thrum of want is laced with anxiety. You think you want this-- you think-- but you don't want to disappoint him either.
"That won't happen. I-It takes me a long time to..." You hem for a moment with embarrassment. "Finish."
"I don't care." Aizawa almost smiles. "I'll see it through."
Hizashi is walking over, balancing three drinks in his hands. Aizawa moves to acknowledge him, then finally looks towards you out of the corner of his eyes.
"Oh. And I'll make you cum more than once."
"What are you guys chatting about?" The blonde coos, bouncing his eyebrows and shoulders conspiratorially. He slides you your drink and you quickly take a sip. It only makes your head spin more.
"This one-" Aizawa jerks his head over to you. "Was trying to tap out after one."
You almost have a spit take with your drink.
"Shouta-" you begin to scold, but Hizashi cuts you off.
"Just one drink? Boo!" He's genuinely offended."I thought we were going to go wild tonight!"
Aizawa has this smarmy look of satisfaction on his face. He knows that you know what he's really saying.
"I said she should have at least four." There's a dark glint in his eye when he finally meets your gaze.
"What do you think? Can you handle four?"
