Shouta couldn't remember the last time he and Hizashi had gone on a proper date. With both of them working multiple jobs with irregular hours they rarely saw each other outside of work. Sure, they slept in the same bed and ate lunch together almost every day, but it's not like either of those situations could be considered a date. Especially when the latter was consistently crashed by one faculty member or another.
Even their last anniversary had been spent at work. They'd had plans to go out for a meal, maybe a movie, but then duty called and the drug trafficking ring Aizawa had been pursing for months finally made their move. If some of them had more bruises then necessary, no one noticed.
They'd barely spent any time together over the past couple of months and Shouta was sick of it. Something always came up, whether it was work or school or their own tiredness, something always came up. Most of the time Shouta and Hizashi would pass out together on their couch after a long day, neither having the strength to do anything more. Maybe they'd watch a movie or exchange soft sleepy kisses, only to be interrupted by Shouta's overbearing mother who'd called to tell him about some shoes she'd just seen- the woman was lonely.
It made Shouta's heart ache with longing. He wanted to be close to his husband, to act like they did when they were younger. They were by no means old, but they'd fallen into a routine. Get up, go to work, get home, have dinner, go to bed. Every day the same. Shouta just wanted to go out. He never thought he'd miss the loud and cramped conditions of Hizashi's favourite nightclubs, but he'd do anything to go back now.
He missed the times they would drink until they couldn't remember their names. He missed the times they would dance until the clubs kicked them out. He missed the times they'd fuck until exhaustion robbed them of their consciousness. Gods did Shouta miss the sex.
They hadn't fucked in months. Sure they'd "made love" but it wasn't the same. Many a time they'd come together before bed. Lips meeting in the darkness of their bedroom, soft touches and gentle thrusts until they came with quiet moans. Everything about it was soft, Hizashi treating Shouta as if he was a china doll. He used a ridiculous amount of lube and always whispered praises and words of encouragement.
In one way it was perfect. The soft kind of sex he'd dreamed of as a naïve teenager. Their eyes never left each other, and the pleasure was constant. Shouta's orgasm always came with little fanfare, it was soft, like clouds and candyfloss. Romantic like roses and sunsets. It was boring.
There was no thrill. No rush of adrenaline. No pain. Not like there used to be. Hizashi used to be rough. He used to pull Shouta's hair and sink his teeth into the flesh of his shoulder. He used to pin him up against a wall in an alleyway and sink to his knees, taking Shouta into his mouth.
Shouta missed that. He wanted the spontaneity, the variety in place and position, the passion. He loved Hizashi, and he always would, but sometimes he wanted the lust of their new relationship. He wanted to return to the time when they could barely keep their hands off of each other.
In short, Aizawa Shouta was incredibly horny.
And it was becoming problematic.
He found his mind was beginning to wander when they were in the office. Too many times he'd imagined Hizashi fucking him over his desk, knocking off his computer and paperwork, taking pleasure from him. Shouta would shake himself from these thoughts to find himself hard and even more frustrated than before. He was lucky no one had noticed his daydreaming; he would never live it down if they had.
He'd tried to initiate something between them several times, but every time, without fail, Hizashi would maintain the sweetness. Shouta's body would be satisfied but his mind would not. The closest he'd come to the satisfaction he craved was the rushed hand job he'd received off his lover several days prior.
Nemuri had even picked up on his frustration. She'd teased him, offering to buy him some toys so he could pleasure himself or talk to Hizashi about giving him what he deserved. Shouta had promptly told her to mind her own business and to go fuck herself. She had retorted, claiming it was his problem not hers. He didn't need any toys, he'd got plenty of his own, and he could talk to his own husband, thank you very much. He just needed to find the right time.
The right time happened to be halfway through the fanciest meal of his life. Now Shouta never intended to use the card Todoroki had given him. He didn't want to use Endeavour's money. Well he did, he just didn't want to get into trouble because of it.
So, when Hizashi took the card and the decision out of his hands he only protested weakly. Shouta had to admit, the idea of going to a fancy restaurant and spending Endeavour's money was intriguing. Hizashi picked the place, and Shouta was amazed at his choice.
He knew that both he and Hizashi wouldn't have been able to afford it in years. They made a decent wage between them, but the amount that this place charged per meal was at least a month's salary. Shouta was nervous about using Todoroki Enji's money, but in reality, Hizashi was spending it not him.
"Relax Sho'." Hizashi said, as they were shown their seats. "Endeavour won't find out."
"You're trusting the word of a 15-year-old." Aizawa hissed.
"A 15-year-old who doesn't know how to lie." Hizashi pointed out. "Don't worry, if Endeavour does find out then we'll just pay him back or something."
"Or something." Shouta replied, "We don't have enough money to afford this place."
"It'll be fine, we'll manage." Hizashi smiled, taking Shouta's hand across the table. Looking into his eyes Shouta felt himself fall in love again. His husband's bright green eyes shone with mischief, for once unobscured by his yellowish glasses. Instead he wore a simple pair with a black frame. Eyeliner rimmed his eyes and a golden eyeshadow made them glitter when the light caught them.
He wore a white three-piece suit, the jacket of which was situated on the back of his chair. Underneath his waistcoat he wore a black shirt with the top two buttons undone. He had his hair down and swept to the side, reaching his elbows.
Shouta on the other hand, had his hair in a half up, half down style. His suit was black and his shirt was white, with a blue tie. He felt scruffy next to Hizashi, out of place in this fancy restaurant. He brought his fingers up to brush against the scar on his cheek. He bet he looked like some kind of ruffian.
"You're beautiful, stop worrying about it." Hizashi said, squeezing their joined hands.
"Pff," Shouta snorted. "You're the beautiful one."
"So, we agree, we're both beautiful." Hizashi smirked.
"Not all of us are as narcissistic as you, 'Zashi."
"It's not narcissism, Babe, it's self-confidence." Hizashi said with a wink.
"You were almost late for your radio show last week because you spent twenty minutes staring in the mirror."
"It's a crime to look this good."
Shouta rolled his eyes, pulling his hand away from Hizashi's as their food was brought over. They had both ordered the same eel, with an assortment of sushi and rice.
"It's no fried chicken, but it's pretty good." Hizashi said between bites.
"For this price it should be." Aizawa said, picking up his glass of white wine, gulping it down.
"Relax will you." Hizashi laughed, taking a sip of his own wine.
"After a couple more of these, I will." Shouta said, pouring himself another glass from the bottle on the table. Hizashi watched as Shouta took another gulp of wine before putting his glass down. "What?"
"Are you okay?" Hizashi asked, "We can go home if you want?"
"No." Shouta said suddenly, reaching out, taking Hizashi's hand. "I want this, we haven't been out in a while. I guess I'm just stressed."
"It's been a tough couple of months, but I'm sure it'll get better now." Hizashi said, bringing Shouta's hand to his lips.
"Hopefully." Shouta said with a smile. "I just want things to go back to normal. This is a step in the right direction."
"What do you mean?"
"We've not been ourselves." Shouta said, "Our relationship has been… different."
"Bad different?" Hizashi asked, concern clear in his voice.
"No, no, no." Shouta shook his head. "It's just we've been, I guess, vanilla."
"I just didn't want to hurt you." Hizashi said quietly, playing with his food; pushing it around his plate with his chopsticks.
"When have you ever hurt me, 'Zashi? We have safe words for a reason."
"No, not like that." Hizashi said, looking up. "I mean… after the USJ Sho', you were covered in bandages and I thought you were going to die. When I got you back, you were in so much pain, I was so worried. I know you; you hide when you're hurting. If I could see it clearly you must have been in a lot of pain."
"What's that got to do with you not fucking me properly?" Shouta hissed.
"Shouta, please." Hizashi replied, looking around to see if anyone had overheard, luckily, they were far away from the other tables. Price equated to privacy he guessed. "When we started… being intimate again, I thought you might still be hurting so I didn't want to be too rough. I love you, and I didn't think showing you that through sex would be a problem."
"It's not a problem. I just miss what we used to be. I'm not hurting anymore, I'm not injured. I don't need you to treat me like I'm made of glass, like I'm some kind of doll." Aizawa replied.
"I don't think you realise how hurt you were." Hizashi said, "Sho' you broke almost ever bone in your body, I'm sorry if you felt like I was being too cautious, but I didn't want to push you too far. You don't think I miss it too?"
"I don't know." Shouta shrugged. "I know you're not as into some things like I am."
"Shouta," Hizashi started, squeezing Aizawa's hand. "I miss it too, so fucking much. But I was worried, over thinking, I guess. I thought that if we were slow, careful, then I wouldn't hurt you. I thought you'd say something if you were unhappy."
"Well I'm saying something now. Unhappy is the wrong word. I love you; I love our sex life. There's just something missing. Sometimes I need something more."
"So, you want me to fuck you hard and call you my bitch?" Shouta couldn't deny how his stomach fluttered at Hizashi's words.
"You know that's what I want." Shouta mumbled, blush covering his cheeks.
"Okay then." Hizashi said, nodding his head.
"Okay?"
"Yeah, okay. Can we get back to having a fancy meal now?" Hizashi asked. Shouta nodded, downing the rest of his second glass of wine. Hizashi let go of Shouta's hand, returning to his food. Shouta picked up his own chopsticks and began to eat. They were quiet for a moment, Shouta not exactly knowing where to take the conversation. That was until Hizashi spoke up.
"How's Shinsou doing?" Shouta sighed in relief.
"He's doing well. We went to the Support Department and got the Artificial Vocal Cords you suggested, commissioned. I've spoken to Nezu about transferring him to the Hero Course."
"What did he say?"
"That he'd think about it, that he'd test him or some shit." Shouta shrugged.
"He'll get there. He definitely deserves it." Hizashi smiled.
They continued to talk, about a variety of things. They discussed their cats; Hizashi recounting how that very morning Sponge had fallen into the sink whilst he was shaving. They discussed their work, both hero and school. Hizashi also told Shouta about his plan for his radio show that week.
They drank more wine and ate chocolate filled desserts, laughing, and chatting. Their evening turned into a blur, snippets of conversations and flashes of colour. Looking back, Shouta would not remember how they left the restaurant, how they got to the train station nor which one of them was responsible for getting them on the right train. Shouta assumed it was him, Hizashi wasn't known for his sense of direction.
He did remember the journey home. The train cart was mostly empty, the only other occupant was a woman in her 40's, sat on her phone, earphones in. Shouta was pressed against Hizashi's body, much closer than necessary on an empty train.
They stood, Hizashi holding onto one of the handles hanging from the roof of the train cart. Shouta had his hands buried in Hizashi's shirt. Their lips were joined, tongues running along the roof of mouths, deep and passionate. Hizashi's hand cupped Shouta's jaw, holding him close.
They were lost in their own world, eyes closed and lungs longing for oxygen. They barely came apart for breath before coming together again. The sweetness of chocolate and wine on their tongues, soft moans driving them to stay together.
When they reached their station, they stumbled out of the train, giggling. Their hands joined together, Shouta pulling Hizashi along the streets towards their home. Every now and again Hizashi would stop, pulling Shouta back, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.
"Come on 'Zashi." Shouta hummed against him. "I want you."
"You have me." Hizashi replied, taking Shouta's head in his hands, kissing him deeper. They kissed in the yellowish glow of the streetlights, the stars covered by clouds. "I love you." Hizashi said between kisses.
"Love you more." Shouta replied, taking a step backwards, pulling Hizashi down the street towards their home.
"I don't think that's possible."
Once they got to their door Shouta reached into his pocket for his keys. Hizashi crowded behind him, kissing Shouta's neck as he fiddled with the lock. Teeth grazed against Shouta's flesh, threatening to bite down. Shouta whimpered, finally getting the door open, stumbling over the front step.
Hizashi kicked the door closed, sliding the additional lock into place. Shouta took off his shoes and made his way upstairs to their bedroom, Hizashi following shortly behind. Shouta shrugged off his suit jacket, hanging it off the back of the armchair in the corner of their room.
Hizashi threw his own suit jacket on top of Shouta's, placing his hands on his husband's hips. Aizawa turned in the grip, kissing Hizashi deeply. He ground his hips against that of his husband's, feeling the other man's growing erection against his own. Hizashi gasped into the kiss, running his hand through the ends of Shouta's hair.
Shouta slipped his hands under Hizashi's shirt, running his fingers down the blond's abs. Hizashi pulled at the knot of Shouta's tie, undoing it and throwing it towards the chair. With quick procession he undid the buttons of Shouta's shirt, revealing his own scarred torso.
"So, fucking beautiful." Hizashi mumbled, moving his lips down Shouta's neck, sucking, and nipping at the skin. Shouta moaned, feeling himself get harder. He brought his hands down from underneath Hizashi's shirt, instead choosing to undo the black leather belt that held up the white trousers. He unzipped Hizashi's fly, slipping his hand into them.
It became quickly apparent that Hizashi was not wearing any underwear. He moaned as Shouta took his cock in his hand, pulling it free of the fabric. Hizashi rested his forehead on Shouta's shoulder, gasping as his husband ran his thumb over the slit of his cock. Shouta gathered up the precum from the tip of Hizashi's cock on his thumb, before bringing it to his mouth. Hizashi lifted his head, watching with wide eyes as Shouta licked his thumb clean.
"Such a fucking slut for me, aren't you?" Hizashi said forcing their lips together again. "Get on your knees, Babe, I want to fuck that pretty mouth."
"Yes." Shouta said, voice barely above a whisper. He sank to his knees, black eyes fixated on Hizashi's green. As soon as his knees touched the floor Hizashi grabbed Shouta's hair, the black strands tangling between his fingers.
Shouta surged forwards, pressing his lips against the head of Hizashi's cock, kissing it softly. He poked his tongue out of his mouth, giving Hizashi's cock several little kitten licks. Shouta brought his hands up, one resting against Hizashi's thigh for support, the other stroking his fingers down the shaft of Hizashi's cock. Hizashi growled.
"I'm not playing games, Sho'. Open your mouth like the cock slut you fucking are."
Shouta did as he was told, allowing Hizashi to guide his cock into his eager mouth. As soon as the tip breached him, Shouta swirled his tongue around the head. Hizashi bit back a moan as Shouta hummed, the vibrations traveling through his length.
"So good for me, Shouta, so good."
Hizashi tightened his grip in Shouta's hair, pulling him to sit up straight. He thrust past Shouta's gag reflex, making the other swallow around his cock. Shouta's hand went down towards his own cock, undoing his fly and wrapping around his own member, hard and leaking, flushed purple at the tip.
"Hey. "Hizashi snapped as he pulled halfway out of Shouta's mouth. "You know you're not allowed to do that without permission." Shouta whimpered as Hizashi thrust back in. "Hands on your thighs Shouta, don't make me tell you again."
Shouta immediately brought both of his hands to rest on his thighs, his cock abandoned. He whined as Hizashi continued to fuck into his mouth. His eyes watered as he tried to swallow him down, a mixture of spit and precum dribbling down his chin.
"What if I just came like this, and left you kneeling here? Would you sit there for hours until I told you to move? Would you touch yourself? Or be a good boy and wait for me?" Hizashi asked. Shouta hummed again, trying to take more of him in.
"I could do it you know? Just leave you like this. Maybe get you a ring, so you can't cum, so I could just take what I wanted from you. You'd be my toy, I'd treat you like a different kind of doll, yeah?" Shouta tried to nod, but between the hand in his hair and the cock in his mouth he had limited movement. "I know you'd like that. Me putting you in your place, treating you like the whore you are. You'd always be loose and ready for me."
Shouta whined again, high pitched and breathless. He shut his eyes and clenched the fabric on his thighs. Hizashi tutted, pulling himself from Shouta's mouth.
"No." he said simply, letting go of Shouta's hair. Shouta whimpered, falling forwards slightly, chasing after Hizashi's cock. Hizashi took a step back before kneeling next to his spouse. "Were you going to cum Sho'? You like my cock so much? You like it when I fuck your mouth?"
"Please." Shouta gasped, resting his head against Hizashi's chest. "Please."
"Oh no Sweetheart. You said you wanted me to treat you like normal. When has it ever been that easy?" Hizashi said, standing and ruffling Shouta's hair. "You embarrassed me today, running your mouth in the restaurant. Being vulgar and crude. What if someone had heard? What if everyone knew what a slut you were?"
Hizashi undid the buttons of his own waistcoat, knowing that Shouta's eyes tracked every single movement. He shrugged off the waistcoat and threw it onto the growing pile on the chair. He did the same to his shirt.
Shouta stared at Hizashi's revealed form; his left arm featured a sleeve tattoo of white fluffy clouds and pink orchids and across his ribs there was a splash of black with a treble clef in the negative space. His right nipple was pierced, with a simple silver band through it.
"Please." Shouta repeated, his voice breaking.
"What do you want, Sweetheart?" Hizashi said, cupping Shouta' jaw again.
"Make me cum." Shouta said. Hizashi leant down kissing him softly, before biting his bottom lip.
"I will, in time."
Shouta leaned forwards attempted to steal a kiss. Hizashi took a step back, placing a finger on Shouta's lips.
"No, Shouta." Hizashi smirked. "Get on the bed, on your back." Shouta scrambled to his feet, practically tripping over his own feet, his trousers slipping down slightly as he moved. Hizashi snorted softly as he watched, he took his own trousers off so he was completely naked.
He moved around the side of the bed, opening the drawer of the bedside table. He pulled out a half empty bottle of lube. Shouta watched him from against the pillows, his cheeks were flushed, and his hair was a mess, no longer tied up.
"Colour?"
"Green."
"Let me know if that changes." Hizashi said, leaning down to kiss Shouta. "We're not doing a lot tonight; we have school tomorrow."
"Okay." Shouta said, "Just get on with it." Hizashi hummed, walking back to the foot of the bed.
"You're in no position to be making demands." He said, leaning over Shouta's body, pulling his trousers down. Shouta lifted his hips, making the process easier, leaving him just in his unbuttoned shirt.
"Tell me what to do then." Shouta smirked. Hizashi snorted, climbing onto the bed, covering Shouta's body with his own. Hizashi pressed their lips together again, kissing him deeply. Shouta brought his hands up to play with Hizashi's hair.
Shouta spread his legs wide and Hizashi settled into the space between them. He ground their erections together, the heads of their cocks brushing against each other, precum smearing over them.
Hizashi kissed down Shouta's neck, sucking on his pulse point. He sank his teeth in, making Shouta moan. Hizashi trailed lower, nipping and kissing down Shouta's torso, licking across the scars that criss-crossed over his chest. Shouta exhaled as Hizashi blew on the sensitive flesh.
He kissed down further, avoiding the area in which Shouta desired the most attention. Instead choosing to nip at his pale thighs. Shouta thrust his hips upwards, trying to get Hizashi's attention. Hizashi placed his hand on Shouta's hip, holding his hips in place, his fingers digging in.
"Zashi." Shouta breathed out.
"Shh, Babe. I'll give you what you need. I'll take care of you." Hizashi said, he reached out, grabbing the lube from where he'd thrown it before. He popped the cap open and poured some on his fingers.
He kissed Shouta's thigh again before running his coated fingers down the other's perineum. Shouta gasped, instinctually pulling away for a second.
"It's cold." He mumbled, turning his head into the duvet.
"I know." Hizashi replied, finger circling Shouta's hole, applying pressure, threatening to slip inside. "It'll warm up soon." He said, pushing his finger in, breaching the ring of muscle. Shouta groaned, his muscles clenching around the digit. Hizashi moved his finger in and out of his lover.
"Always so ready for me." Hizashi whispered. "So eager. My beautiful whore, letting me do whatever I want. Is there anything you wouldn't let me do?" he asked, adding a second finger. Shouta panted.
"No… let you do anything."
"Mmm, of course you would. You're my bitch, my little plaything." He said, finger scissoring in an out of his husband. Shouta pressed back against his fingers in an attempt to take them deeper. Hizashi smirked, pressing his lips against Shouta's thigh.
"I'm ready, I'm ready." Shouta gasped.
"I'll decide when you're ready." Hizashi replied, adding more lube and a third finger. Shouta threw his head back with a whine.
"Please."
"So eager, little slut." Hizashi growled. His fingers brushed against Shouta's prostate, making the other buck his hips. Shouta whimpered, he fisted the covers, his knuckles going white. Hizashi thrust his fingers in and out, curling them, assaulting his prostate.
"Just fuck me, Hizashi. Please." Shouta moaned. Hizashi removed his fingers, wiping them on Shouta's shirt. He leaned up across Shouta's body, kissing him again. Shouta kissed back, like he was starving and Hizashi was a three-course meal.
Shouta wrapped his legs around Hizashi's waist, pulling him closer. Hizashi smirked into the kiss, pulling back. Shouta whined, sitting up and chasing after Hizashi's lips.
"On your hands and knees, Babe. Shirt off." Hizashi said. He shuffled backwards allowing Shouta to roll onto his front. He slipped the shirt off his shoulders, letting it slip to the floor, and forced himself up onto his knees. His arms shook with effort, his cock was painfully hard, leaking against his stomach.
Hizashi pushed Shouta's legs further apart. He poured more lube into his hand, slicking up his own cock, pumping his hand up and down his erect member. He dribbled more lube down Shouta's arse. Hizashi ran his hand, feather light, down Shouta's spine before lining his cock up with his husband's entrance.
He pushed in, inch by inch. Shouta groaned, sinking down on to his elbows, burying his head in the covers. Hizashi continued slowly until he was flush against Shouta's arse.
"Is this what you wanted, slut?"
"Yes." Shouta breathed out, pushing back against his lover. "Fuck me, so I can feel you for days."
"Be careful what you wish for." Hizashi said, pulling out, almost all the way before slamming back in. Shouta moaned as Hizashi repeated the motion again and again.
Hizashi slammed into Shouta's prostate with the precision of fucking the same body for over a decade. Shouta gave up trying to support himself on his elbows. He moaned into the covers; saliva dribbled down his chin onto the fabric.
Hizashi held onto Shouta's hips, fingers digging in, leaving circular bruises on his skin. Hizashi's hair matted against his forehead as sweat ran down his cheeks. He moaned as Shouta's inner walls clenched around him.
"So tight, how are you so tight?" Hizashi gasped, the friction making him tighten his grip on Shouta's hips. His husband lifted his head, his moans becoming high pitched and desperate. "You gonna cum so soon?" he asked, panting.
"Yeah… yeah… gonna cum." Shouta said, his chest heaving with effort as he pushed against Hizashi's thrusts. Hizashi removed his hands from Shouta's hips, moving one around Shouta's body. The blond grabbed Shouta's cock, running his hand down, squeezing at the base.
"No, no, no." Shouta whined, "Please."
"I don't know if you deserve to cum yet." Hizashi said, thrusting into him again. Shouta sobbed at the continued assault on his prostate. "You cum when I cum." Hizashi said. Shouta moved his hips, trying to increase the friction on his cock. "Impatient." Hizashi mumbled. "Colour?"
"Green." Shouta chocked out.
"Good slut." Hizashi said, removing his hand from the base of Shouta's cock. "Touch yourself Babe."
Shouta didn't even hesitate to follow the command. He fisted his cock, spreading precum down his length. He moaned, biting his lip. Hizashi leant back, returning his hands to Shouta's hips and began to fuck into his husband with reckless abandon.
The only sounds that could be heard were the slapping of skin and breathless gasps. Shouta's moans became higher and more frequent. He twisted his hand over the head of his cock and pushed back in time with Hizashi's thrusts.
Shouta came first, with Hizashi's name on his lips. Cum spilling over his hand as he slumped forwards onto the bed. His eyes fluttered shut and he breathed heavily as Hizashi continued to pound into him.
"Love the noises you make, Babe, moaning like a common whore." Hizashi groaned. He felt his balls tighten in the tell tale sign he was close. His thrusts became erratic, losing his rhythm.
"Hizashi." Shouta whimpered as the continued assault on his prostate sent waves of pleasure through his body. His spent cock twitched in a valiant effort to get hard again.
"Close, Babe. So close." Hizashi groaned. He gave one last thrust, burying himself in Shouta's heat, cumming with a shout. He fell forwards, on top of Shouta. He rolled to the side, pulling out of his husband, who whimpered at the sudden emptiness.
Hizashi cradled Shouta against him, spooning. Cum and lube dribbled down Shouta's thighs, but he made no move to get up. Hizashi kissed Shouta's shoulder blade. Shouta lifted his hand behind him, cupping Hizashi's jaw. They lay like that for several long moments, getting their breaths back and allowing the sweat and cum to cool on their skin.
"Love you." He said with a sigh, pulling his hand away.
"Love you more." Hizashi replied, kissing Shouta's neck.
"Not possible." Shouta mumbled.
Hizashi wrapped an arm around Shouta's waist, pulling him closer. He buried his nose in the thick black hair.
"Was it what you wanted?"
"Yeah, it was." Shouta replied, snuggling back into Hizashi. "Thank you."
"You don't have to thank me Sho'. I'd do anything to make you happy."
"I am happy." Shouta said.
"Me too."
Shouta rolled into Hizashi's embrace, turning so they were facing each other. Black eyes met green, Shouta smiled softly. Hizashi leant forwards, kissing him. Shota laughed, kissing him back. Hizashi kissed Shouta's cheeks, one by one, before he returned to his lips.
"Stop it." Shouta laughed as Hizashi kissed the bridge of his nose. Hizashi smiled back, wide and playful. "I'm going to shower." Shouta said, pulling away. The smile fell from Hizashi's face, he pouted.
Shouta sat up scowling as his thighs stuck together. He sighed, getting up, out of the bed. Hizashi watched as he stood. He made grabby hands towards him.
"Stay." He whined.
"Like this?" He gestured to the cum smeared over his stomach.
"Beautiful." Hizashi smiled.
"Unhygienic." Shouta replied. "Look, I'm going to shower. You can stay here. I'll be back in a couple of minutes." With that Shouta left their bedroom to go to the en suite. Hizashi lay in bed for a moment, listening as the shower was turned on.
He sighed rolling off the bed, pulling the soiled comforter with him. He ran a hand through his hair, heading into the bathroom. He threw the blanket into the laundry basket, making a mental note to change the sheets in the morning.
He then looked towards Shouta, who was scrubbing his body surrounded by steam. The scent of coconut and vanilla filled the room. Hizashi stepped over the ridge of the bath into the shower. Shouta smiled as he felt his husband's presence.
"What happened to staying in bed." He asked as Hizashi wrapped his arms around Shouta's waist. He kissed his husband's shoulder.
"I had no reason to stay." Shouta smiled at his words, turning to face him.
"Idiot." Shouta said joining their lips. "My idiot."
"Wash me?" Hizashi asked, head cocked to the side. Shouta nodded, reaching down to the bottles of body wash and soaps. He picked up Hizashi's preferred scent, squeezing some on to his palm. Rubbing it over Hizashi's chest and arms. Hizashi placed his hands on Shouta hips, thumbs brushing against the purpling bruises.
Shouta massaged down Hizashi's arm, fingers tracing the outline of one of the orchids. Hizashi smiled again, leaning to kiss Shouta, who moved his head out of the way.
"I thought I was washing you." He laughed.
"I can think of something better to do." Hizashi smirked.
Shouta's hands trailed lower, running down Hizashi's abs to find his cock standing to attention. Shouta snorted.
"Already?"
"What can I say, when I'm in the shower with such a beautiful specimen, I can't help how my body reacts."
"Hopeless." Shouta smirked, kissing Hizashi and wrapping a hand around his cock.
"So, what do you say?" Hizashi said between kisses. "You think you're still loose enough for me?"
"Always," Shouta said, connecting their lips again.
Hizashi pushed Shouta up against the tiles of the bathroom wall. Shouta gasped at the cold pressed against his spine. Hizashi grabbed his face, kissing him roughly, worrying Shouta's bottom lip with his teeth. Shouta moaned, burying his hands in Hizashi's wet hair.
Hizashi grabbed the small bottle of water-proof lube nestled between shampoos and conditioners. He popped the lid open and squirted some into his hand, coating his cock and fingers, before dropping the bottle on to the floor. He stroked himself to full hardness before he ran his hands down the length of Shouta's body.
He cupped the globes of his arse in his hands and squeezed, eliciting another moan. His lube covered finger probed at Shouta's entrance, slipping inside with no resistance.
"I don't need prep." Shouta huffed as Hizashi sucked on his neck. Hizashi hummed, moving his hands down the back of Shouta's thighs, hoisting him up off the bath floor. Instinctively, Shouta wrapped his legs around his waist.
Hizashi pushed Shouta further up the wall, effectively pinning him in place. He guided himself into Shouta, moaning as he felt them slide together with both his cock and his fingers. Shouta hummed at being full again.
"I want to hear you Sho'." Hizashi whispered, "Let me hear you." He rocked into Shouta, with slow, shallow thrusts. Shouta growled in frustration. Using Hizashi's shoulders as leverage he pushed himself upwards, setting the pace between them.
He moaned as he pushed himself back on Hizashi's aching cock, shifting so the cock would hit his prostate. Hizashi groaned at the noise.
Neither of them lasted long; every time Shouta made a noise, be it moan, whine or sigh, Hizashi would try to fuck him harder. His own noises of pleasure drowning out the sounds of skin slapping and water rushing.
Hizashi took Shouta's cock in hand, jerking him off in time with his thrusts. He sucked again on Shouta's neck, leaving red bruises in his wake. Shouta dug his nails into the flesh of Hizashi's back, leaving angry red lines down its expanse.
"Hizashi," Shouta gasped as he came, spilling thick, white semen over his lover's hand.
"Fuck Shouta," Hizashi whispered, resting his head against Shouta's chest as he fucked up into him. Shouta's grip around his waist slackened, his hands weakly resting on Hizashi's shoulder. Hizashi came inside of Shouta, for the second time that evening.
They panted against each other, kissing lazily as the came down from their highs. Hizashi pulled out of Shouta, carefully setting him down on shaky legs. Shouta leant back against the wall of the shower.
"Turn around Sho', I'll make sure you're clean." Hizashi said after a moment.
"Gi' me a minute." He mumbled; his eyes fluttering shut. Hizashi nodded, bending down to big up the lube bottle he had dropped earlier. He secured the lid and put it back with other bottles before picking up Shouta's vanilla scented body wash.
"Come on Sweetheart." Hizashi said, turning back to see Shouta hadn't moved. "We can go to bed as soon I'm done."
Shouta grumbled something in response. Hizashi was unsure if his husband had spoken actual words or just made noises, but he did as he was asked. He turned and rested his head against the wall. Hizashi smiled softly, washing his husband's body, making sure there was no trace of their activities besides the lingering bruises and bite marks.
Shouta whined in protest as Hizashi's fingers approached his abused hole, shifting away and banging his head against the wall.
"I'm washing you, idiot. Stay still."
"Sore." Was all Shouta said in return.
Hizashi finished washing Shouta. After cleaning himself quickly he turned off the water, stepping out of the bath to retrieve a fluffy towel. Shouta didn't moved, standing against the wall, dripping wet. Hizashi rolled his eyes, wrapping the towel around Shouta's entire body and picking him up bridal style, carrying him back to their room. He put Shouta on their bed, kissing his forehead before returning to the bathroom to get his own towel.
He rubbed his body dry, grabbing a pair of sweatpants he slipped them on. He quickly braided his wet hair to the side, tying it off with a stray bobble. He squeezed as much water out of his hair as he could before returning to Shouta's half asleep form.
He looked under Shouta's pillow for his pyjamas; a pair of black cotton trousers and a t-shirt filled with holes. He pulled them out from underneath the pillow, throwing them at Shouta. Shouta opened one eye as the fabric hit him in the chest.
"Can you dress yourself or do you need me to dress you?"
"Can't I just sleep like this?" Shouta grumbled, closing his eyes again.
"I have no problem with it, you'll be the one waking up in 20 minutes complaining you're cold."
"I can do it." Shouta huffed.
"I'm going to get some water, you want some?"
"Please."
Hizashi nodded, heading downstairs. He checked all the doors were locked and Shouta's keys were in the bowl by the door before looking into the living room to check on their cats. Sora and Camomile were curled up together on their sofa and Sponge had wedged himself in the gap between the cushions. Macha lifted his head and meowed at Hizashi before curling into a ball.
Hizashi went into the kitchen, grabbing two glasses and filling them with filtered water from the fridge. When he returned upstairs, he found Shouta no longer in their bedroom, but he could hear the sounds of him brushing his teeth in the bathroom.
Hizashi put one of the glasses on Shouta's bedside table before going through his own night-time routine. Shouta returned to the bedroom, wearing the pyjamas Hizashi had got for him, as well as a hideous yellow knitted cardigan that Hizashi hated. His hair was up in a ponytail and was half dry.
Shouta reached out and picked up the glass, drinking half of the water, placing it down. He got into the bed, settling down into the pillows. Hizashi brushed his own teeth and got into bed. He pulled Shouta against his body, allowing him to rest his head on his bare chest.
Hizashi kissed Shouta's hair line before reaching out and flicking off the lights. Shouta yawned, he shut his eyes placing his hand on Hizashi's stomach. The blond smiled, squeezing his husband's body. The two of them drifted off to sleep, both satiated and exhausted.
Tell me what you think. I've never written smut before, but I was challenged. And I never back down from a c hallenge.
Shinjitsu-san