BEAT HIM UPPP

He presses a little more on Hitoshi's belly and feels another egg shift downwards. Hitoshi lets out a sound between a whine and a frankly fear-inducing grunt of displeasure.

(Right, eggs, because that's something normal to be in his freshly graduated favorite. What kind of jobs is he even being sent on, Jesus fuck.)

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god--" Hitoshi's head tilts back, knocks on the floor, followed by another very similar sound as the egg is pushed out of Hitoshi's pussy and dropped on the floor.

"You're going to give yourself a concussion, let me move you to the mattress."

"No," Hitoshi insists. "I cannot dirty this mattress it's the only one I have and I can't afford-- AH!"

Hitoshi's back arches and his feet tap against the floor as he trembles and grabs onto Shouta, pulling him down and closer to him.

"Aizawa I'm gonna die," he says, very dramatically. Shouta shakes his head.

"No, you're not. At worst you'll tear something, but you're not going to die."

"Aizawa, two are trying to come out at the same time, I'm gonna break, my hips aren't fucking made for this, I'm-"

Hitoshi's hips are quite narrow. Shouta looks down, ignoring Hitoshi's embarrassed whine.

"I can help," Shouta says gently, "but I'll need to get my hands on you. More so."

"Aizawa," Hitoshi whimpers. He's crying now, which is very cute and ugly on his face and Shouta has to try very hard to focus. "I don't want my hips to break," he wheezes. Shouta holds back from reminding him that the size of the eggs, even doubled, cannot do that, and instead brings his hand down and slips two fingers inside Hitoshi.

"A-Aizawa, fuck," Hitoshi whispers. Aizawa glances up. "Do you have a better idea?"

Hitoshi glares at him, and lifts his hips higher to facilitate movement. Shouta shifts, sitting criss cross and placing a leg underneath Hitoshi's hips, making him grunt.

Like this, he has a better view. He keeps his free hand on Hitoshi's belly, although he doesn't press anymore, and gently presses his fingers as deep as he can get them inside of Hitoshi's vagina.

He finds the eggs, and thankfully one is slightly ahead of the other. He can feel how stretched out Hitoshi is by the two shells, and it feels painful just touching.

"Try to relax," Shouta murmurs. Hitoshi groans unhappily.

"It hurts, Aizawa," he cries, kicking his leg a little. Cute. Shouta sighs.

"I get that. It's going to hurt less if you try to relax, okay?"

Hitoshi huffs. His breathing is labored, and he struggles slowing it down, but he tries. In turn, Shouta carefully prods at the egg farther from him, trying to nudge it back so the one closer can slip out easier.

Hitoshi's breath catches.

"A-Ai, Aizawa," he pants, rubbing his face shakily. He continues without prompting. "You should jerk me off."

Shouta blinks. "What?"

"Come- come on, don't act shocked now, your hand is inside me."

"My fingers. To help you-- Shinsou."

"If you jerk me off I'll relax more, that's how it works, just--don't tell me you don't know where the damn clit is or I swear to god--"

Shouta feels like he's going to implode. "Shinsou."

"Aizawa just--please, do you have a better idea?"

"Relax!"

"Help me!!"

Shouta groans in exasperation and breathes in. Out. Whatever. This is fine. Hitoshi is cute and in pain and nineteen. This is okay.

He moves his free hand off of Hitoshi's belly and to the mound of his pussy, cupping it and shifting his thumb between his lips. His clitoris is surprisingly average for how long the kid has been on testosterone (or so Shouta assumes) but it is relatively easy to find, even with the mess of hair covering him. Hitoshi lets out a small moan when Shouta's thumb presses against him and gasps when he starts rubbing. He's already wet, from sweat or his body's general panic (Shouta is kind of surprised he hasn't pissed himself about it yet) and the slide is easy.

"A-Aizawa," Hitoshi calls. "Inside."

Shouta frowns, but executes himself. He carefully works a third finger in and tries to stretch Hitoshi's hole some more, although the first three eggs already did so better than him. More forcefully, also.

Fuck.

Shouta reaches deep again and prods at the eggs some more. This time he manages to nudge one away, and feels the other slip closer to him.

"Shinsou, push."

Hitoshi whines in what Shouta distantly (and quite perversely) recognizes as embarrassment, and pushes. The egg ends up right in the palm of Shouta's hand, and he removes his fingers promptly. Hitoshi sighs in relief.

"Th-that hurt less," he murmurs, sounding winded. "H-how many do you think there's left?"

Shouta gently moves the hand on Hitoshi's pussy back up and to his belly, and tries to count the shapes pressing through his skin.

"...more than four."