Aizawa made his way up to Midoriya's room. It was the last night that he was on antibiotics. He knocked. It was silent. Again, he knocked. A shout.
"Um! One second!" Came Izuku's panicked voice, a moment later.
The door opened and Shota walked in. Midoriya was awfully quiet and standing in a T-shirt and boxers... backwards boxers.
"What happened?" Aizawa asked.
Izuku sighed and spoke quietly. "I wet the bed."
"Did you leak?" Shota asked, knowing fully well that Midoriya wasn't wearing his diaper. "Because you can tell me the truth or face the consequences."
A blush burned across the teen's face and he scratched the back of his head. "Um, about that. I didn't leak... I wasn't wearing one. I forgot."
Aizawa looked to see the pill bottle that had 7 gummies in it previously was now empty. "Did you take your meds?" He asked.
"Mmm-hmm." Izuku nodded, fervently. "But I'm still getting weird dreams and..."
Shota silenced the boy with a look. "Diaper on. Sheets in the laundry and get some sleep. Thank you for telling me the truth." He turned to leave and felt his phone buzz.
It was Hizashi. What could he want?
"Aides out. Come to bed."
Okay. So Yamada's hearing aides were probably charging. He couldn't do anything if kids were knocking on their door. Only one kid left to check on-Shota thought, before taking the stairs down to the first floor and walking out across the floor. He knocked on Shinso's door.
"Open up." Aizawa said. It was only 8, but Hitoshi usually went to bed early. The door opened and Shinso yawned.
"Good evening, Mr. Aizawa." He said.
Shota spun his finger in a circle and the teen turned his hips. "Pull-up on."
Aizawa nodded. "Goodnight, Hitoshi."
"Goodnight." Shinso said before beginning to close the door. He stopped. "Wait."
Shota turned back around. "If you have something to ask, ask it."
Hitoshi spoke. "Why'd you check tonight?"
Aizawa paused. Hmm. Why did he check tonight? Well, if he was being honest, it was because he cared about whether or not his kids were listening to his instructions but after the last spanking, Shinso was pretty good about wearing his pull-up diapers. "To keep you on your toes." Aizawa finally answered before leaving.
Hitoshi nodded. "I'm used to them now. Goodnight, Sensei."
Aizawa crossed the lobby floor and punched the code into his shared living quarters with his husband, who was currently without hearing so he didn't have to be quiet, but he still tried to be, as he prepared a cup of green tea and readied himself to grade exams.
Yamada awoke from the desk lamp being turned on in their room, at Sho's desk. He sat up and the bed creaked. Aizawa turned around.
"Sorry." He signed.
"Bed. Come." Hizashi vocalized. It sounded off though. He repeated. "Bed. Come."
Aizawa was confused. He asked for Yamada to sign it. Hizashi turned on his phone and shook his head in the light.
Shota set down his pen and walked over before crawling atop the covered bed and sitting, cross-legged. He pointed at his ears and lightly touched Yamada's throat before placing his lover's hand on his own throat. "I can't understand you, Mic." He said aloud, while signing "Can't. Understand. You. Voice"
Yamada looked broken. "It's getting worse." He dropped his hand from Aizawa's neck and reached for his aides. He put them in his ears. "It's getting worse, isn't it, Shota? My voice. I can't hear it anymore."
Aizawa leaned in and kissed Mic's face. "I love you, Mic. No matter how you are. I don't care."
"I do." Mic said. Tears formed in his eyes. Shota slowly took the hearing aides out. They were fully charged now and he switched them off before putting them on Hizashi's side table. He righted himself and turned on the lamp on his own side and switched to ASL.
"Sorry." Shota signed. "Can you see my hands okay?"
Yamada nodded and leaned back over to kiss Shota's neck, who had given up on grading. He tied back his hair and watched as Yamada stripped off his shirt. Aizawa practically begged with his eyes, as he looked down at Hizashi's erection. He wasn't all the way hard, but the look on his husband's face sealed the deal and he felt the blood rush to his penis.
Yamada nodded and Shota slipped out Hizashi's cock from the confines of his boxers before lowing his hot mouth over the head and half of the shaft and sucking. A gentle tease. He took in more and pulled his head up before bobbing down again. He started slow until he could taste the salty and sweet pre-cum and heard his lover's breath start to hitch. Aizawa stopped just before Yamada came and stood up to strip off his underwear. He signed "shower." and Hizashi understood. He grasped his hardened cock and gently kept a rhythm to be able to hold the erection as Shota left his shirt on the door handle of the bathroom. Hizashi undressed completely. He understood the assignment...
Shota had recently been to the bathroom and knew he was cleaned out. He rubbed soap across his chest and then his lower back before washing between his butt cheeks and taking the shower nozzle off and rinsing himself off, before hooking it back up to run over his back. Yamada appeared and gently placed a muscular arm over Shota's shoulders, pushing him to the tiled wall. Aizawa pushed his hips back and nodded as he bit his lip, ready for the slight pain and stretching. Luckily, he was well prepared and Hizashi was able to thrust in his lubed cock, gently at first and then faster. Shota was pissed off that he came so fast and all over the wall. He heard Hizashi snicker and frowned. Yamada found it adorable and gently bit his lover's neck before coming to completion, himself.
They shut off the water after cleaning up and Yamada waited for the refractory period to end for himself, as Aizawa was already at half-mast, hardening up again.
"You. Top?" Hizashi asked, as he stroked himself. They grabbed the lube from the shower and made their way to the bed. Aizawa rolled on a condom. He didn't want cum all over them a second time. As he did so, Hizashi toweled off Shota's hair. Yamada laid on his back and spread his legs, missionary style, before placing them on Aizawa's shoulders.
Shota hated being top. Well, HATE was a strong word for it, but he wasn't as comfortable being a top. He put a drip of lube across the head of his penis and dropped some onto Hizashi's fingers, as he spread them over his own hole. Shota lined his hips up and pressed in. They fucked wildly and Shota was suddenly glad he agreed to round two, but exhausted when he pulled out and tugged off the condom. He tied it off and tossed it in the bin on Mic's side of the bed, where he snuck a kiss before turning off the lamp and curling up for bed.