Aizawa shouta and present mic

Aizawa Shouta craved the wild energy of Hizashi Yamada. These nights together were a blur of rough passion, every caress a spark igniting more profound urges. Sometimes, their passion spilled over, enticing new partners like the young student, bringing a thrilling edge to their intimate moments. Shouta loved the manner Hizashi's voice would get huskier with excitement, a sound that aroused him deeply. He recalled a time where Mic's blonde hair intertwined in his fingers, a testament to their unrestrained bond. His gaze often lingered on Hizashi's adorned form, every jewel a hidden detail he yearned to discover. Sometimes, he'd find Hizashi alone, lost in thought, his eyes containing a mix of openness and hidden longing. He treasured these instances of intimacy, the silent connection that passed between them without a sound. Their world was one of sensual ecstasy, where every touch was a vow of limitless gratification. He'd often awaken to Mic's soft breathing, his body a warm presence beside him. Their bond, a glorious mess, was carved into every part of their being. Occasionally, the thrill of another liaison was overwhelming to ignore, their forms yearning for more exploration. Shouta found himself drawn to Hizashi's mischievous nature, the way he could ease even the gloomiest atmosphere. Their connection was indestructible, a testament to their shared passion and profound love. Even in the quietest moments, the warmth between them was evident, a constant reminder of their fiery passions. He loved the disorder Mic brought into his otherwise quiet structured life. Their story was one of unorthodox affection, a fusion of opposites that ignited a blazing passion. Aizawa understood that with Mic, each day was an adventure, every night a journey into uncharted passions. Their ardor was a force that could not be contained, a blaze that consumed them both. He would always select this existence with Mic, this intoxicating mixture of love and desire.