Fifty Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

This is just smut! Straight smut! Nothing complicated, just fifty chapters of straight smut. Enjoy .

45. Mean as Viper

Aching knees.

The chill that attacked his skin mercilessly.

The backs of his thighs burning.

Shouta liked to believe he always knew when he had bitten off more than he could chew; that he wouldn't push the boundaries again after that horrible mistake with the choking, his strange grief over the cock cage, and the handcuffs. Swore that he wouldn't rush headfirst into something he didn't understand. That he wouldn't just dive in and demand that they do something they'd never truly done before.

He wouldn't even toe the line that was a possible mistake that would lead to Hizashi calling off the challenge even if the blonde assured him again and again that it wouldn't. But he didn't want to risk it. People have gone back on their word before and Hizashi was no different. Which is why, when he was looking over their dwindling, short list his eyes landed on two words that glowed up at him like many other kinks thus far.

Erotic humiliation. While the words were certainly familiar, tickled something faint in the back of his mind, he had decided that Google would hold an answer that he wanted. And damn if he didn't find the answer. He was thrown down a rabbit hole that seemed to have no end; a hole that had layers and layers. All being ripped back one by one to send him spiraling. Leaving him far curiouser than he had been before.

And so he looked up those two little words. And he was so completely, utterly grateful he had. While there were many things, they had done so far that would make heads tilt and eyes squint, erotic humiliation seemed to be one of the easier ones he could live with. One of the ones he could swallow with a grain of salt like he had with the degradation. He had dived into article after article eager.

Fell down so many rabbit holes. So many that he found himself pacing the kitchen with his phone glowing at him as he gnawed at his fingers nails while he read each article he possibly could and viewed Reddit threads he should have stayed away from. It made his heart pound, made his stomach clench and knot fiercely with that airy drop that would hit him on repeat. Again and again in waves that were fed by his racing heart.

It lead him to read one thing after another when he could. Even contacted the professional that Hizashi had been talking too on and off since the choking incident and he was surprised by just how kind this woman had been when she helped him navigate the world that was erotic humiliation. Helped him to understand it as well as he possibly could. It took about two additional meetings with this professional.

Together they made up a bullet point list to bring up to the blonde that he felt confident going to the man and presenting what he wanted to do next off of the list. Oh, it was adorable the splotches of pink that came to his husband's cheeks with the widening of eyes that sparkled with a curious confusion. Together, the blonde happily listened to him as he told him exactly what it was.

Words that he'd practiced and rehearsed for that exact moment. Showed him the pages he had bookmarked on his laptop, and what the professional had told him the best he could, yet he stumbled over his words when those wide eyes flicked to him. Slowly, that confused look disappeared. In its place was temptation. Interest. After Hizashi seemed to understand and after he also emailed the professional sex therapist himself.

After some back and forth, the blonde came back to him with a determined look to his face. A confident sparkle in his eye. Then, just like with the café, just like with the forced orgasms, and wrote out everything they would want to include with it. Just what they wanted to get into with the kink which they then ran by the therapist who talked them through a few things. Such as how to approach multiple parts of it.

What it would entail, how to have that open and clear communication between them until they were rather confident they could do it. He was far too excited for something that would possibly be the most demeaning thing he'd live through in his entire life. But his curiosity, his ugly little curiosity, was far too present for him to consider backing out right away. They then agreed on immersion being the key to it.

As if it were a roleplay, he and Hizashi together made many rules together that all came to the same conclusion; if he felt it was too much then he stopped it. If Hizashi felt it was too much on him then he would end it. They came up with a list of insults, degrading statements, and the like that wouldn't cross a boundary or take things too far. While some may think it would ruin the immersion, for Shouta it didn't.

In fact, he liked planning this scene out step by step with his husband who looked just as excited to try it as he was. It took them until the end of the second week of September for them to get that window of opportunity on a Friday night when Hizashi's sisters came by to "kidnap" Hitoshi and Eri with Denki being some kind of "collateral damage" much to their delight. Hizashi's sisters came in record time to pick the kids up.

Then they warned Hitoshi of "no funny business just because you're not at home" talk and then in seconds they were flying out the door for their weekend away from home to spend time with family they hadn't seen in forever they claimed. He didn't stop them. Hizashi didn't stop them. In fact, he wasn't sure how either of them fell asleep that following night. It was like the night before the bathroom sex at the café.

Wriggling legs, excited breaths and tiny nervous giggles from Hizashi that he had to swallow to keep from echoing himself. The last thing they had discussed before falling asleep was their color system. If immersion was their goal, their check-ins couldn't be verbal. And so, they came up with a compromise. Much like they had in the beginning, they had taps and squeezes for nonverbal check-ins.

They assigned both taps and their color system together. One tap for green, three for yellow and two for red. If he had to reply to a nonverbal question about his color then he would use his taps. When he needed to use their safe word, he would squeeze his thigh or hand as tight as he could. If it didn't work, then he was to be shoved away or attempt to say it verbally in an absolutely risky situation and that would be the end of the scene.

With it all set in stone, with the assurances all would be fine, they went to bed with sleep being a bit of a struggle until Shouta's melatonin kicked in and he was out like a light. When his eyes opened that next morning, Hizashi was snoring deafeningly into his throat with his hair somehow managing to get in his face along with his own. The blonde's arms wrapped around him tightly and legs twisted together.

The cats had wedged close to them however they could and he'd felt it. The excitement. It slammed into him fiercely, eagerly and sickeningly fast. While they hadn't discussed when they would start on Saturday, he was still anxious. Excited. It took an hour of deep breaths, counting the lights in the room, wriggling his feet and fighting the urge to drum his fingers on Hizashi's side before the blonde stirred in his arms.

He had held his breath, waiting to see if the blonde would begin right then, only for the man to tackle him onto his back. Peppering his face with kisses despite his own groggy state much to his surprise. For an additional hour they laid in bed, twisted up together with hands stroking his face softly and tracing the shape of his lips before the blonde pulled away to put his glasses and hearing aids in.

And the blonde then restated everything, they had discussed the previous night. What they would do and say. What their taps were in regard to the color system and how to use the safe word until he was parroting it all back to his husband. And then, after they crawled out of bed to the shower, he was surprised when Hizashi then handed him his coffee. They then sipped it on the back swing like it was completely casual of them.

Casual for the blonde to walk around in his leather pants and spiked boots. Once they entered the house, however, the blonde took one look at him with that sweet smile on his lips, reaffirmed their boundaries and scene. One last chance for him to back out, he knew it. However, he had swallowed and agreed. And oh, he thought he'd been ready for the scene, for the very things tied with erotic humiliation.

But he was completely wrong. So utterly wrong. He was taken to the bedroom where the first order of business was his clothing. Hizashi explained in that happy, bubbly tone about the clothing restrictions people used, the feminization others used on men, and he had thought for a moment that his husband was merely going to strangle him into some kind of dress. Wrong. He was stripped of his clothes and given nothing in return.

Striped naked which, Hizashi proudly stated, was all he would get. He then decided for a few accessories. One being the cage he hadn't seen in so very long when in reality it had been only yesterday afternoon. Once he was placed into the cage, that sweet little smile remained on Hizashi's lips yet his tone? Oh, his tone was a damn thing that bounced around all day long giving him so many whiplash reactions he felt his head spin.

He was ordered to scrub the floors with a shitty hand brush, something he whined at when those green eyes narrowed on him and what would have been once turned into three scrubs. Each time the blonde happily criticized from the sidelines. This repeated for their dishes, for the laundry, when he made the bed. And it made him burn. It was condescending, it was a crooning baby-talk that patronized.

It made him feel as though Hizashi were talking to a child. A child who didn't understand how to do things the right way the first time and he was eating it right up from that first hour. And while he wasn't forced to eat scraps, Hizashi deeming that too much for them, he was made to eat on the floor close by to his chair. Like he was a dog. Quiet was their lunch when Hizashi presented the very thing he was looking forward to the most.

His husband, in the spirit of the humiliation, had bought a collar. A new, black collar that glowed against his skin with a silver hoop on the front the blonde delighted in hooking his fingers in and yanking on, making that stiff collar bite into the back of his neck. But what excited him the most was the leash that came with it. Once it was clicked on, Hizashi really stepped it up. It started with lighting every single cigarette the blonde had.

Then with those fingers around the leash, he followed after Hizashi from room to room, never far behind. Always kneeling at his feet, the blonde refused to let him on the couch or in a chair but rather a pillow for him to kneel on. It was only then he would be allowed to lean against Hizashi's knees while making sure to be careful of the spikes on the backs of those boots as he clung onto him. It was -as he had thought- awful.

Humiliating. Degrading. And he loved it. He was burning, burning, burning all day long. By the time Hizashi implemented the next stage he wasn't sure he could take much more of the treatment. If his husband wasn't in the room, he was free to do as he pleased. If the blonde was present in the room then he could not leave without Hizashi saying so. And oh did the blonde love toying with him while having that sweet smile on his lips.

Forbidden to leave the room, forbidden to leave the house, he was placing every little bit of trust into Hizashi who was yanking at his collar if he wanted him to follow. Would hiss and snarl at him if he didn't respond or parrot something back at him. He lived three hours of this. And the punishments he'd received! Oh, they were fucking good. He could live, breathe and drown under the weight of having that cane cracking against the back of his thighs.

And it had. Twice now in the span of one afternoon; how it was burning so damn good much like his knees that ached horribly from being on them a majority of the day. But these punishments! Oh, he thought he'd burn up and set the house ablaze with how hot he felt with each crack of the cane on the back of his thighs. The first time had been in the kitchen, when he had "ruined" a cup of tea for Hizashi.

He was made to brace against the counter where the cane cracked against his thighs five times on each side. Ten in total. And the second time? Oh, the second time was in the living room. He couldn't remember what he had done, if he failed to parrot something back or respond, but next thing he knew he was yanked on Hizashi's lap. Then the cane came down fiercely five times on each side this time but the pain?

Oh, it made that ache between his legs kick to life. Came with a vengeance that had him squirming as he held his breath through each cracking burn that would without a doubt leave welts. Held his breath until the aching longing faded to a bearable, tolerable level. There had been one punishment where he truly did feel like a child. He couldn't remember what their set up had been, but it involved sitting in the corner.

It was there that he was ignored for two of those three hours in the afternoon. Right before dinner if he remembered right. Ignored even as he squirmed and writhed on the floor feet from Hizashi in the living room corner with a whine breaking out of him occasionally as Hizashi merely hummed next to him. It was awful. Feeling like a child. His breath shallow with the embarrassment of once again of having a full bladder.

Remembering the rules, remembering that scathing tone and wanting to play his part right, he was left unable to say it. Left unable to even hold himself because of the cage. It had his hands trembling on his thighs until he was whining and squirming enough for Hizashi to drag him up to the bathroom. It was mortifying and humiliating, how his husband stood there with the leash in hand as he sat down to go.

And yet it made him burn when the blonde smirked at him, tilting his head. Little comments spilling out of him in that crooning, condescending tone all related to the simple act of needing to take a piss. About his bladder compacity, how he had the strength of a child and how long he was going even if it was only a few seconds. And they had his face unbearably hot. It was made even worse when he made a mess.

Given he always took off the cage to go, this time was far different. He'd sworn his face had never been redder when he got a glimpse in the mirror after he had finished scrubbing everything clear with Hizashi humming in the doorway. Speaking up to nitpick his cleaning apart until he wanted to shrink away. It was then he came to the conclusion his husband was far too good at this. Far to clever with the wording he'd chosen for this.

And then they were focusing on dinner.

Again, Hizashi held his leash tightly with that glint in his green eyes, occasionally brushing the back of his fingers against his cheek and tapping the back of his hand softly; making sure he was fine. Making sure it wasn't too far. That the things he said, venomous and cruel with the goal of making him horribly embarrassed as they picked apart his appearance, his body, and even the tinier things with the belittlement sprinkled in.

The blonde spit out the careful things they'd written down in such a crooning, scathing tone until his face was flaming hot with what he knew had to be that awful blotchy blush and only when he stuttered out an agreement, a confirmation like some kind of twisted parrot, did they stop. And all with one soft tap to his hand, a brush against his cheek, did he answer back. A single tap each time.

It was never too much. In fact, over the course of their morning from ten thirty when they crawled out of bed to eleven in the morning when they started all the way to four-thirty he was burning, burning, burning. Always squirming, wanting, needing his husband's hands to touch him just once. Wanting to hear that voice snarl and growl at him once again after having cooed at him moments before.

It was awful. It was amazing. To feel like little more than a dog following him from room to room? To be at the utter beck and call of this man? To be humiliated if he did one thing wrong? Had boundaries so tightly in place he could hardly breathe? It was the fucking best and he- "Shouta?"

He blinked himself out of his thoughts only to jolt when he realized he'd been staring blankly at his own knees; down at the carpet of the living room that he'd seen a million times. And yet somehow, it was as if he were seeing it the first time. This was it. Hizashi hadn't explicitly said this was the final act of their scene, but God, he knew it was just by that voice alone. That tone he had.

It made his very body come to life. As if he had been in sleep mode only to be shaken to life. He blinked with a swallow when he felt fingers weave through his hair. Soft, gentle despite the humiliating, crass words that had been spit at him throughout the day. Swallowing, he tipped his head back to look up at Hizashi. A brow raised at him, questioning him silently before his husband spoke.

"What's wrong with you, Shouta? You're sitting there like some kind of fucking doll! You tired because you actually had to try for once in your life, hmmm? That you were finally made to pull your fucking weight around here?"

Oh, oh, oh he knew what to say but why won't the words come yet? His lips trembled uselessly as he stared up at Hizashi, unsure of if he could get the words out of his throat as he stared up at him when he felt it; a distinctively two taps on the back of the hand that was clinging onto his knee. Where his nails bit into the leather material of his pants as if he had to hold on. Had to keep a physical reminder to stop himself from floating away.

As if all of the insults, all of this humiliation was accumulating to a fever point that was going to rip him limb from limb. He took a breath, staring up at the blonde finding that concern clawing its way into his eyes when that two-finger tap came again until he tightened his grip on the blonde with a light throat clearing. "'m fine. 'm good, right? Right?"

"I don't know, Shouta, are you good? Or are you just a pathetic little man who keeps looking at me as if I'll fuck him? Are you a good boy or a dirty man who's letting me do this kind of thing to him in the hopes he'll get dicked down? That I'll touch you? I bet you don't even care where it happens, so long as I just fuck you, right?"

He whimpered at that cutting, condescending tone his husband had been using the past hour and it had his blood burning through his very veins; had him squirming in his place to ease the ache in his knees. To soothe the burning on the back of his thighs from being so scrunched up and yet the kindest thing he had were the fingers weaving through his hair. Scratching his scalp softly making shivers run down his back.

And then that sweet, horribly familiar condescending tone rang in Hizashi's voice in the warped version of a taunt. "I bet you want to kiss me, huh? Is it not good enough I'm giving you a bit of attention?"

"Please? Please, Daddy? I've been good all day, so good! So please? Please?"

He hated his whimpering voice, cracking lightly from a lack of use as he clung to the blonde's leg and the fingers in his hair tugged lightly at him until he began raising up letting his gaze meet Hizashi's as his fingers slid uselessly over the leather. There was a faint throbbing in his ears, his heart thudding painfully fast against his chest as the blonde continued tugging at his hair until he was shifting higher.

His hands trembling lightly as they pressed to the blonde's thighs. "Just one, Daddy? Please? Just one? I'll be so good, Daddy, so good! Promise!"

"You don't have a fucking clue how pathetic you look, do you?"

"I don't-!"

Again, he got that two-tap rhythm on the back of hand followed by a squeeze as the hand in his hair tugged him gently upwards, as if to coax him up to his feet. Happily, he shifted off of his aching knees and he tapped Hizashi's hand back with trembling fingers. He was fine, he really was, and honestly? If he had to stop now, if they put a stop to it right that second, he might just die. He wouldn't be able to handle it to suddenly stop.

And Hizashi had to know that, right? Didn't he?

"You want just one, Shouta?"

"Yes!"

"Are you sure you can stop with just one?"

"I-I'm sure!"

He whimpered as the hand in his hair slid carefully out of the wild locks, the hand beneath his moving forward to grab at him to which he happily allowed himself to crawl into the blonde's lap where he settled down, squirming with a whimper on his lips as he curled his arms around the blonde's shoulders feeling him shiver beneath him. And there was that concern again. Worry. A hawk's eye was on him.

Evaluating the emotions that had to be flickering over his face, in his eyes, and he hoped he could convey he was truly fine. In fact, he was having the time of his life. What had he been doing with his life before this challenge? How much more time would have passed before he discovered these things? Maybe never? His husband was brilliant, smart, a genius and he'd be sure to praise him every second when this was over.

"You wanna kiss me so badly?" He nodded with a whine sounding out from the back of his throat. Low and cracking lightly when the blonde tilted his head. "You'll do anything to kiss me, hmm? That's fucking pitiful, you know that?"

"Yes, Daddy! Yes, yes, but please! Please? Please, Daddy?"

The blonde then pouted at him. His brows came together, lashes fluttering as he jutted out his lower lip. And he wanted to go feral. He wanted to scream, shriek and wail that he had done nothing but be good. That he had done nothing but played along without a single complaint on HIS lips but all Hizashi had done was knit pick and humiliate him left and right all day long with that pout forming the second he got frustrated.

And then palms were brushing along the curve of his waist towards his lower back sending shudders through him as he gasped in a breath as he tightened his arms around Hizashi's shoulder, and he saw it. Saw the desire, the longing, in those eyes that had been watching him so intensely all day long, and he didn't know how much more he could take. There was teasing, there was being a little shit to his husband, but this?

This bratty attitude turned back on him? Oh, he wanted to rip every lock of blonde hair from his hair, claw up his back until he bled as those hips struck him so powerfully there was no hope of returning to a sense of normal. Wanted Hizashi's hands on him anyway he could get them whether it was sliding along his skin like this or slapping at the welts on the back of his thighs, clawing at the sides of them or his hips.

To have the blonde howling out until his ears bled. He didn't care so long as the white flag was thrown up for physical touch. He saw the little bobbing motion of a swallow as those green eyes began to burn at him; hot, hot, hot. Pupils expanding as the blonde licked his lips before his hands slid up his back pulling another reedy little noise out of him. So cruel this man was. And he loved it.

He loved, loved, loved it. While he didn't know if he would ever, ever do this again even if it interested him, he had to admit he was having the time of his life acting along with his husband and it was only made sweeter with those hands rubbing up and down his back slowly. In fact, he could almost ignore the pout on his husband's lips as he felt his dick twitch in the confines of his cage, and he gasped in a breath.

Oh, that made the heat flash at him once again the way they had all day from his husband's gaze. Bursts of a desire, a lust, so strong that it made him breathless. Even IF his husband had made fun of him earlier for something as simple as going to the bathroom, he knew even a touch of that desperation had been a giddily arousing thing for him. And he liked having Hizashi yank on his leash.

It balanced each other out so perfectly, he wasn't sure he'd breathe right when this was over. If Hizashi told him, right here right now, to lay on the floor and spread his legs he would. If Hizashi told him to jump out the window, he would. If he was told to hold it again and piss himself like he had before then he'd do it with no questions asked. None. Just so long as he had those hands on him.

So long as he could get even two kisses from the blonde. And judging by the fire, the HEAT, he got from those green eyes he knew the sentiment was shared. Nails dragged down his back making him whimper with a squirm as the blonde let out a trembling breath. As if he couldn't take a second more. As if he were the one being ruthlessly, deliciously picked apart all day long. He held his breath hopefully when that gaze locked onto him.

"Kiss me, Shouta."

Finally, finally, finally. It was a chorus, a scream, a prayer, a silent howl of relief when he leaned in crushing his lips to Hizashi's that didn't hesitate to move urgently against his own as he twisted his fingers into the blonde locks of hair to claw at his scalp. So close, so close, Hizashi had been so close all day and yet he hadn't been allowed to touch, to talk, to look at, to feel and kiss the way he wanted to all day long.

It was acute, it was burning, and it hurt as he moved his lips urgently in time with the blonde's. The smacking of their lips moving quickly was surprisingly loud in the living room, slick from the little lick Hizashi had given his lips before he dove in, which made it all the better. It was like dipping his burnt hand into a cool pond of water. Relief. The purest kind as he tightened his arms around his shoulders.

Hands slid up his back with his left going higher, higher, higher until fingers were burying themselves into his hair and twisting the locks around them tightly. Pressing at the back of his head as if to keep him from moving an inch. A hilarious notion. As if he would be moving anywhere, anytime soon. He didn't know when the arousal had kicked in during this long, torturous day with nothing but humiliating facts and mean comments.

And God did it make him fucking burn. Did he feel it this morning? Before they made the plan? When he thought of the degradation that no doubt would be coming when they finally made it to the bed? He felt ravenous; like he hadn't seen the blonde in years. Like he hadn't had the privilege of touching him like this and he was intent on jumping his bones. Clinging onto the blonde, he could feel similar little squirming movements beneath him.

It had his heart racing with his breaths huffing out of him quickly. Felt a similar, shaky breath fanning against his own hot cheek as Hizashi kissed him with such heat, in such a filthy manner that it felt as if he would be devoured any moment. As if Hizashi could eat him before he ate the blonde. And it sent shivers down his spine as the hand sliding down his back lightly, dragging nails idly across his skin sending goosebumps over him.

The hand then made its way back to his lower back where it fanned out before sliding lower. He wanted to tear away, to scream and beg for him to continue down, down, down, that he didn't mind this time if he wanted to. But that meant taking his lips away. A double-edged sword. Hizashi's lips moved against his own with a frenzy; a frantic manner that had him burning UP more than a few teasing words could ever hope to be.

He wondered if Hizashi had gotten off on it at any point. If any time during his little humiliating phrases, his blunt bullying of him today, that he had gotten aroused at any time or anything of the sort. If it had been building all day the way, it would have with Shouta. Gathering under his skin like pressure on his bones, building, building, building like a storm system before it inevitably bursts out of him.

Was it possible? Perhaps. He knew if HE was even a bit touch starved, Hizashi had to be the same. Always tugging on his leash, always so close to the blonde, yet they never truly touched saved for when he was spanked and shoved in the corner but other than that? Other than that, Hizashi hadn't touched him the way he wanted to be touched. The way he wanted to touch the blonde. And it was so damn good.

So good! He did feel a strange sense of shame in his core, embarrassment, and perhaps he even felt somewhat humiliated at the mere memory of that whole bathroom incident but at this moment? In this second in time? He thrived off of it. He was thriving, eating it up as he replayed each condescending word his husband had said to him that had ranged from his raggedy hair to his dry skin or to the bags under his eyes.

His flat way of speaking or his easily triggered blushes. It all swarmed him relentlessly as he moved his lips quickly, fiercely with Hizashi's with that hard press to the blonde's that promised to leave them both with swollen lips later. How could he like it when his husband was mean? No rational person would want that in the slightest bit. And yet he had come to Hizashi, requesting they at least try erotic humiliation.

He couldn't even deny it to himself. He was getting off on it like no tomorrow. He liked the condescending tone, he liked to feel even a bit judged, and he strangely enough liked to be picked apart by his husband. It was as if he were being shoved back into his unknown place. Something he hadn't known he'd strayed from. And he couldn't help but wonder if there were things that Hizashi liked about it as well.

He'd ask later. Later, when they were just Hizashi and Shouta. Back to the crooning pet names, soft cuddles and aftercare that'll leave him melting against the shower wall before happily returning to Hizashi. When they were twisted up beneath the blankets with their Studio Ghibli collection playing on the TV at a soft murmur. But for now, he wanted that heat, that burning, scalding lust to be satiated.

It had to be before he took a step towards that bedroom with aftercare in mind. He moved his lips roughly, fiercely against Hizashi's with all the strength that promised swollen lips much like how his twisting fingers promised to have those golden locks wild by the time he pulled away. And that passion was returned readily. As if his husband had been at that peak all day with him, waiting, waiting, waiting for a chance to pounce.

To lunge. And it made him burn. He could feel his dick twitching repeatedly, eagerly against the plastic of his cage at his body seemed to have no problems with having every bit of blood in his head rush right down. It was agony. It was pure, utter agony and unlike that first time with the cage, he could live through it. Breathe through it. It wasn't pleasant, of course, to feel his dick swelling with the rush of blood.

It then strained against the plastic of the cage but dammit he could think about it. It had happened once earlier when he was whipped with the cane for the second time. It was aching. Every part of him ached. He wanted to say there was some shame and humiliation tied into today and there was. How shamelessly Hizashi degraded and mocked him left and right. Demeaned, belittled and insulted him.

It was far more than the degradation had ever been that very first time they touched upon it but today? Today it was so much better. It was like Hizashi was mean as a snake. Something he had stumbled upon that was puffing up, ready to strike if he took his eyes off of it for a second. And he loved it. Loved, loved, loved it. His only wish is Hizashi had used the paddle or that he had used that brand new flogger Nemuri had gifted him.

Something the blonde promised before they started that he would. That it would happen. And as those lips attacked his, pressing hard to his own making them throb and tingle delightfully, he found it hard to remember what the action would warrant him both of those things. It was a script, a play, for the scene of today where they both had spent from Thursday to today studying and rehearsing.

His breaths trembled as they flew in and out on gasps through his nose, feeling the similar shaky rhythm on his own hot cheek as those lips slid against his own making him melt into the blonde as he clawed idly at his scalp. Listening to the sound of their lips smacking, sliding together slickly. Their shaking breaths. The whisper of that hand sliding against his lower back. Never dipping down like he wanted it too.

Then he remembered.

It clicked so suddenly what he had to do that he felt giddy. So unbelievably giddy that he nearly felt delirious if he had to use a stronger word. He rolled his hips down, grinding against the blonde's lap shamelessly as his thighs twitched apart where he happily angled his hips slightly before grinding down again. And it was damn good. And so, he rolled his hips down against his thigh in order to grind his taint down against the blonde's leather clad thigh.

And fuck if that didn't have his toes curling at the heat that ripped through him making him twitch from the force it. His breaths came quickly, ragged through his nose as he slid his hips back and forth in tiny motions. Clutching at those golden locks of hair as he whimpered into the kiss when the thigh jiggled beneath him. And then the blonde was twisting, slamming him awkward onto the cushions next to him startling him out of the heat for a mere second.

Only for it to then begin devouring every bit of him from his head down to his body. Eating him up as he awkwardly tried opening his legs wider for the blonde to situate himself between them. Wanting him there. And then a hand cracked down on his inner thigh while the other slid out of his hair and then Hizashi was jerking up against his hands breaking away making him whimper wildly.

Clutching at his hair before hands worked them out where they instinctively gravitated to claw at his freckled shoulder in an attempt to pull him back down. To crush those lips to his own; lips that looked swollen already. "You little brat! You think you can just take what you want from me? You think you can kiss me and get off using my thigh without MY permission? Are you that fucking desperate?"

He whined at that scathing, snarling voice ripping out of his husband when hands reached up grabbing his wrists then pinning them down against his chest as he squirmed. "Please? I-I want it! Please? Please?"

"You think this will get you it then? Acting no better than a shameless whore? You say you're a good boy and here you are, being the most shameless fucking thing, I've ever seen! Maybe those cane whips weren't enough for you, were they? Do I need to spank it out of you? Greedy fucking thing you are, I bet you'd love it, wouldn't you?"

"Yes! Yesss, yes, Daddy, please! Please! Spank the shit out of me!"

His voice rose to a hoarse gasp, fingers squeezing his wrists with that delicious, toe-curling pleasure that had him aching down to his very bones as he squirmed impulsively when Hizashi growled down at him before shoving at his hands as if to reinforce them. Make them stay there. And he did. He kept them against his chest as he was bounced lightly against the couch cushions from the shove, watching eagerly as the blonde stood up.

"Daddy, please-!"

"Shut the fuck up or you'll get nothing! You'll stand in the corner like the whiney fucking child you are, and you'll stay there until you piss yourself this time! You don't tell me to do shit! You shouldn't even want me to spank you but here you are begging shamelessly for it! Sayin' you're a good boy when you're anything but that! Stay there and don't move!"

A tiny stab of hurt broke through. It was strange how that was what stung him the tiniest bit today. To have Hizashi tell him he was anything but good. And fuck, it stung good. He hoped he swallowed it down as the blonde whirled on his feet marching to the living room entrance as he watched those leather clad legs moving briskly. Spikes glinting at him, he was quite happy with what leather pants could do.

Especially in regards to Hizashi's flat ass. It made it one hundred percent drool worthy. Made his heart race to watch the leather cling to such a flat ass in an effort to give it more definition. Give it the false image that there was more to hold than there truly was. And it was amazing. His lips trembled silently as the excitement reared upwards strangling his words, his throat, and his heart seemed to join it right up there.

Beating out the air he sucked in desperately as soon as it reached his lungs. And then Hizashi marched out of view and his stomach knotted up tightly with that emotion; dropping so viciously he felt his legs trembling in bursts. All of him, trembling in bursts. It was- Holy shit, was he really falling apart like this? Or had he slipped into a mentality that allowed it to happen? Had he sunk so deep into subspace he hadn't realized it?

A few mean words and his husband was getting him unbearably, uncontrollably excited. Eager. Desperate for more. More, more, more! He wanted- No, he needed more and he would even go so far as to say he deserved more. Did he say it out loud? Perhaps not. But if the paddle, maybe even the flogger, was going to be used then why not? Why not say it out loud and provoke the blonde just a little more?

Bring their scene to its height; to a scalding, burning degree that had both of them wailing and crying out from the weight of it. Why not push it a little, itty bit further? Hizashi, after all, accused him of being a brat so why not? There was nothing, absolutely nothing stopping him from giving it back just a bit. All day, he had kept his head down and followed along. He had been seen but unheard.

Right there so close to all that soft tan skin, glistening blonde hair and those eyes that narrowed at him and did nothing. Said nothing. Just like they discussed, just like they planned, so why shouldn't he fall into the role of being a brat? Why not give Hizashi something to truly spank out of him? He moved his hands from his chest, pressing them to the cushions and pushing himself up.

He fought to keep his breaths from hitching into those wild gulping gasps when he heard the thud of those boots snapping against the floor. He was aching, aching, aching. He wanted relief, any relief, so badly that he would do anything that the blonde wanted him to do. Anything to get Hizashi to touch him. To slide his palms against his feverish skin, soothe him and satisfy the itching, clawing urge for them to be on him.

So hot. He was hot, hot, hot. Boiling in his own skin as his dick twitched, straining against the plastic of his cage as if it would break away by the sheer will alone. He felt like, so airy in his skin that his head positively swimming with the wants, needs, desires. The lust that all clawed and swarmed over one another until he was curling his hands into fists. Until his thighs squeezed together. His heart throbbing in his ears.

he felt ready to howl for the blonde to do something about it. To give him a respite. To get it out of him. And then Hizashi was there. A look of concern flashed in his eyes, flicking over him a few times, before he took a shaking breath. He could do it. He could say it. They were right there, in his tight throat clawing their way up and out when his eyes landed on the paddle in his hand. His heart was beating so hard.

so viciously against his chest like it wanted to break free from his body. His lips trembled wordlessly; a wheeze of a breath being taken when the blonde continued to look at him with that look of concern. He was okay. He was but he just needed this so much he was close to- to what? A tantrum? A meltdown? A lust induced, flaming mess that yelled and wailed until he got what he wanted? Something else for Hizashi to pick apart and humiliate him over?

They were so close to the end, so, so close and he didn't want it to be over yet. He wanted to stay right there, in the height that teetered on a knifes edge. It was something that could not, would not be useful anymore. He couldn't take it anymore. Hizashi couldn't take it anymore. How long did they put off what they wanted? How long before the script, their scene, was forsaken for a moment of relief away from the scalding, boiling lust?

And he was going to say those little words to tip them both over. "A-Are you gonna do something? Or are you going to stand there looking like some knock off for a BDSM movie?"

"What?" A jolt ran over his husband, a startled look crossing his face as his eyes widened at him. His mouth dropping open a bit as if he weren't prepared for this. And, in truth, he wasn't. Neither of them were. It wasn't part of the plan. And that's what made it so, so good. So much better. He shifted on the couch swinging his legs over the edge before forcing himself up onto his feet taking a breath.

"C'mon, Z-Daddy, didn't you s-say you were gonna spank me? Don't you want to spank it out of me? Fuck me really good? You've been looking at me like you do all day! So, give me what I fucking deserve!"

He watched delightedly, smugly as that startled look quickly disappeared. His mouth shut with a click, his jaw wobbling as he grits his teeth for a moment, and yet he could see it. The tempted look in those green eyes, burning at him with such intensity he truly wondered how he didn't burst into flames. Oh, they were there right beneath the surface from such a look, yet the world should be aflame.

Burning from the pent-up energy being traded back and forth. "You have a fucking mouth on you now? Think just because you're getting one thing you want, that it means you can go mouthing off? I'll spank that fucking attitude right out of you until it hurts to even think of sitting down, you hear me? I'll spank you so goddamn hard you won't even be able to handle me fucking you!"

"Prove it."

It was a blur. A mess of feet thudding against the floor, hands reaching out for him, and the heat that erupted as he was bent over the couch with his cheek pressed to the material of it; Hizashi's hands grabbing his hips forcing his ass backwards. So far that his chest threatened to fall and hit the seat of the couch. His trembling arms being the only thing keeping him from doing so as his knuckles became white from the intensity of his grip.

His legs trembling much like the rest of him as he gasped in a breath when he stared down at the cushions. All in a blur. All in a mere second. How did he handle this? How did he ever go a whole day with being forced into these situations? He was burning up. So hot he could feel a sheen of sweat gathering on his forehead and the back of his neck; in his palms that gripped onto the couch tightly.

It was as if that chill from the air conditioners couldn't make a chink in the heat that was swarming and swelling underneath his skin for the first time. He wanted to peek over his shoulder, to gawk at the blonde to watch his movements when he heard a little rattle and a distinct click of something being tossed onto the coffee table. Knew what they were without needing to look. It did little, very little, to help his strangling excitement.

"You, Shouta Aizawa, are the bane of my existence, you know that? You are the most shameless man I've ever met when it comes to sex! I've said it before and I'll say it again because you only strengthen your case every fuckin' day in that you are a no good, dick-sick, cock loving whore who wants it whenever he can get it!"

Oh, oh, oh his heart couldn't keep pounding so hard. He whimpered as he arched his hips back instinctively only to feel the leather of the paddle dragging across his skin as he shivered. His thighs were burning, burning, from the air merely brushing against it yet he didn't mind it one damn bit because he knew it would only feel pale in comparison to the throbbing pain of the paddle. God help him, he couldn't do it.

He was going to be reduced to ashes before they even started. "But doesn't that make you a-?"

"You wanna finish that sentence? You really wanna be a mouthy fucking brat?" He closed his mouth feeling that giddy satisfaction, the smugness running through him to hear that husky pitch in his voice. He could only imagine the look on Hizashi when he spoke again. "You're going to get five hits on each side; ten in total and you're going to count them for me. Out loud."

Out loud? He had to do that? How could he when he could hardly think around the tingles that raced over his skin with each drag of that paddle against him that pulled back to tap lightly against his right cheek, as if winding himself up for the first hit. Swallowing, he nodded before letting his head hand forward, his lungs screaming for deeper and longer breaths, but he held it back the best he could.

Trying to satisfy it with the trembling breaths he took yet he knew it would be all for nothing. That he'd be gasping, heaving and rendered hungry for a proper breath the second that paddle connected with his skin. Such innocent little taps that told him Hizashi was waiting for his verbal response. "Out loud! I-! Out loud, count'em!"

"Good! You know, Shouta, I don't know if this challenge was good or bad for you!" What? He could hear that condescending tone in his husband's voice as the paddle tapped, tapped, tapped against his skin. "It's just made you a hornier little fucker, hasn't it? Ah-ah, don't answer! Right now, you're getting a spanking just like you begged me for! So, you count out loud and you count it good so I can hear you nicely and clearly, understand me?"

"Yes!"

It almost blindsided him when that paddle lifted up and came cracking down on him; the pain burst through him making that quick breath fly out of his lungs on a high, hiccupping noise. He had not a clue what it was, yet he was sucking in a breath as the pain throbbed viciously through his skin that was a stark contrast to what the cane had created earlier. This was a deep, throbbing pain that reached down to his very bones.

He gasped out the number, his voice cracking and high as he did so. One down. Four to go for the right. And oh, he didn't know how he lived without a spanking once in a while. He wouldn't say he was dependent on it, but he always forgot how fucking hot it was. He peeked over his shoulder just a bit, trying to be discreet as the blonde's burning gaze stared down at his ass with such rapt fascination.

Had to wonder if it was already red. If the pale skin was going to glow by the end of it if that's how the first hit was going to go. Then the blonde raised his arm again, his nipple piercings winking at him, and the paddle came down on his ass pulling a cry out of him. The way those wild, messy blonde locks trembled with the motion of his arm. The tightening of his jaw, and even how his glasses slid down his nose a bit.

Inching down with the sudden motion that was making him ache for more. More, more, more. He deserved it, didn't he? He yelped when that paddle came down, slamming a break on his thoughts. The pain radiated, sank down into his skin making him shake. Two. He bowed his head again, his breaths cresting into hitching and heaving pants as he squeezed the couch's back in his hands tightly.

There was a light tap on the sensitive skin, teasing and light when it dragged across only for Hizashi to pull away. Lift his arm up, bringing the paddle down so damn hard he swore his very soul would fly out of his body. The cry that left him was far louder than that previous one. Trembling as he heaved in a gasp and shouted out the number this time. No longer a gasp. Three. How would he live through another hit?

And Hizashi still had the left side to do. Could he come in a cage? Was that possible? Because he swore, he could get there with a few blows. Swore it as he clawed at the couch when he heard a faint whistle of the paddle swinging through the air connecting with the burning, throbbing cheek making him shake as he once again shouted out. Four. One more, one more, one more. One more for the right.

Then Hizashi would be moving on to the left. And God it hurt so good. So fucking good that it was sending him further, further, further into that beautiful air state. A euphoric state that seemed to be strengthening with each hit as he clung to the couch, whimpers breaking out under his breath as he felt a familiar sting in his eyes. Crying? Was he going to cry? He wasn't in true pain, wasn't so agonized it hurt that much, but the sting surprised him.

He hadn't even teared up when the cane cracked down on his thighs. When Hizashi continued demeaning and humiliating him at every turn, he hadn't teared up. It was a strange reaction to the low, throbbing pain in his ass that demanded it's proper attention and he- A wail left him when the paddle cracked down on his ass sending FIRE over his skin as it then sank down to throb viciously, the number being wailed out of him.

His eyes squeezed shut and he gasped in a wild breath when the paddle then rubbed against the sensitive skin. He knew Hizashi was giving him a moment to breathe. To gather his wits. What he had left of those, at least. And then the blonde began sliding the leather lightly against his left cheek making him whimper wildly as he arched backwards. And fuck his legs trembling lightly as he clawed at the couch fiercely.

Listening to the sound of his nails dragging against the fabric. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Tap, tap, tap. Sliding gently across the skin. Then it came up to which he sucked down a ragged, heaving gasp of air only for it to fly right out of his lungs before he had a chance to hold it down as the paddle cracked down on his cheek. And maybe it was because of the sensitivity radiating from the other side.

Maybe it was because he felt that low throbbing pain and knew it was coming, but God, it robbed him of every breath. Every thought. He gasped in a breath only to shout out to begin that count. He had to get it out so they could move on. So he could get what he so desperately wanted. And if that mean screaming every damn number out as that leather paddle connected with his skin got him it? Then he'd do it happily.

One.

The blow left had his skin throbbing. The pain vicious and deep. It was bright, came slowly, and his skin shrieked at the pain that gripped him in a tight ache as he whimpered out squirming slightly and Hizashi grunted as it came down a second time.

Two.

Oh, it was blistering through him. Tearing him apart. A deep breath from Hizashi followed by another grunt as the paddle was brought down sending that deep, throbbing pain through him. And the moan it tore out of him snapped through his clenched teeth as his toes curled tightly. So good, so good, so good. So fucking good.

Three.

He hissed in his breaths through his clenched teeth, his eyes cracking open only for the color of the couch beneath him to smear and tremble with the tears gathering in his eyes. God, had he ever felt so good in his life? Another one of those deep, throaty moans ripped out of him when that paddle came down. Sending that deep, aching pain through him that had him fighting the urge to squirm.

Four.

He couldn't do this anymore. He wanted to see it to the end, he did, but God he needed the blonde. Needed hands on him, needing teeth nipping and biting at him, nails digging into him and fingers squeezing him so tight that he couldn't breathe. "Daddy! Daddy, please! I-I can't-!"

"Can't what, Shouta?"

"I-I can't-! I want-!"

"What? What do you want? Use your big boy words, Shouta, and tell me what you want. Come on, tell Daddy. Let me hear it, what could you possibly want now?"

Oh, oh, he would give anything for that husky voice to call him kitten. It's all he wanted all day long, but he was rejected it. It was something they both felt would be more demeaning to him; if he was refused that nickname while he was coaxed to merely call Hizashi by his title. All he could call him. The paddle slid along his cheek making him whimper again as he trembled. He was- Fuck, fuck, his face was dripping.

Something that was only confirmed when he saw a few tears drip to the couch, soaked up greedily by the fabric. It was followed by a slower much larger drop. Drool? Oh, it was shameless. Shameful. Then the light rhythmic tapping got his attention again as he whimpered at the blonde. "What can't you do, Shouta?"

"I-I need it! Need you! Fuck me, please! Pl-Please! Please, please, please! I need y-you so bad! Gimme it! Fuck my brains o-out! I want you so bad, so bad! Want y-your fingers in me! Sp-Spreadin' so good! So good! Fuck me with y-your fingers, please!"

"My fingers, huh? But you have that pretty plug in! Why could you possibly want my fingers, Shouta? Would that not be enough for you? Because it seems to me like you want more you want to say."

He was gasping, his eyes cracking open to send another tear down to the cushion while another crawled down his scalding cheek as he trembled. He had not a drop of shame. A drop of embarrassment. He wanted it and he wanted it now. They'd been building up to it all damn day and if he went one second more, he was going to rip his hair out, scream and howl.

"I-I want you to fuck me! W-Want Daddy's cock so bad! I-I want you t-to fuck me so hard I can't breathe! Please, Daddy, please! Please?"

There was a low groan behind him, throaty as the paddle was dropped to the floor as he then heard the familiar crinkle of a condom wrapping being torn at followed quickly by the faint, delicate noise of a zipper being ripped down. Yes, yes, yes! He could see clear as day just what the blonde was doing. How he'd be wiggling his pants down just enough, no doubt, to keep from tugging it all off.

He knew even if he didn't see it that the condom would be rolled on, fussed with, before he turned to grab the only other item he brought with him in the room save for the paddle. The crack of the lube being open had him whimpering loudly at the slick noise ringing out. He knew he could turn, stand up straight and face him but he wouldn't move an inch yet. Not yet. Hands then reached out to grab his waist.

He straightened up releasing his grip on the couch only to whine lightly. His ass positively throbbed from the force of those hits, an irritated throb that had him squirming when the hands on him snapped his attention once again. For Hizashi's credit, he didn't throw him to the floor like he would have preferred; instead, those hands were so unbelievably gently, tender as they coaxed him downwards where he happily laid out on the floor.

A section of space the blonde had made earlier when he shoved the coffee table closer to the TV stand. He then swallowed as he looked up at the blonde feeling his breaths tremble on their way out. And he stared. Wide eyed, greedily, giddily at the blonde. Feeling wetness slid down his temple when he blinked, he whimpered when the blonde gave him that worried look again. He was FINE it was just-

How did he explain it was all so good? That he wanted more? He wanted to hear those vile words? Hizashi was a wild messy; his blonde hair stood up wildly, his face was flushed in that beautiful red color that had his eyes sparkling against such a red color as blonde lashes trembled fast with his little blinks as his brows came together and his face had a light sheen of sweat to it. The blonde's hands were shaking just like his own.

He gawked over the sight of those leather pants lowered just enough free his erection, clinging onto his upper thighs and he whined up at him as he adjusted his position against the floor. He swallowed as the blonde began sinking down ever so slightly, a hand reaching out to hold onto as he lowered down to his knees and wanted to say it embarrassed him, shamed him, with how fast he threw open his legs then planted his feet to the floor to arch his hips up.

That it was absolutely shameful to do such a thing, but he couldn't think. Couldn't think, think, think other than getting his husband's, his hips pounding against him as he clung onto that tanned skin delightedly. Nothing mattered but getting them there. His collar bit into his throat as he arched his chest up, his hips jiggling impatiently. Whining when the blonde settled between legs that twitched eagerly.

Fingers slid lightly along his sensitive cheeks then, making a whine break out of him as they found their goal; the flat end of the plug; the plug he wished he could say he forgot about. It was perhaps the biggest plug they had, something that stretched him so wide it was dizzying. Hizashi had slid it into him a bit ago but when exactly? Between punishments? He couldn't remember. Couldn't when it was being tapped at teasingly.

Light, nudging taps before it inevitably was wiggled out with a slick noise that had his muscles squeezing with the empty space. Couldn't think when he could feel his hole twitch when those slick fingers then rubbed against him making his breath rasp in and out of him. So close, so close. Hungry. Greedy. Lustful. It was all tearing into him like wild dogs as Hizashi's fingers rubbed against him slickly.

The noise created had him whining loudly at the blonde as fingers pressed against him in a way, he knew was supposed to be a teasing action. And he wasn't quite sure who gasped louder when the blonde's fingers sank in without trying. Sliding in to his second knuckles, he squeezed instinctively around them with a little moan flying out of him. Fighting the urge to squirm. To buck and make those fingers sink deeper.

He knew Hizashi wasn't intending too, judging by those burning wide eyes of his and the swallow before his mouth dropped open. Eyes flicked over him with such awe that it had him giving a weak grin back at the blonde. He truly expected the blonde to pull his fingers out. To give in and hover above him as each fidget told him Hizashi was growing impatient, even just a little bit, but no. No, no, no he didn't.

The moan that snapped out of him was absolutely feral when those fingers instead twisted inside of him carefully as the blonde adjusted the angle of his hand then rubbed the pads of his fingers against his inner walls. Rubbing, stroking, and pressing as if searching already for the spot that would burn him alive. Make him see stars. Thrusting slowly the blonde was staring with that lustful, hungry look that sent shivers down his back.

It was only made better with that open mouth and wide eyes as he stared down between his legs. As if he were awed by how fast his fingers were slipping and sliding with those thrusts. Awed at just how easily his fingers had sunk in. The sight of his erection twitching in the cage that pulled another throaty, snapping moan out of him as he jerked his hips down to meet a thrust of those fingers tearing a groan out of Hizashi.

Watched blonde brows twitch together, glasses slipping down his nose, and Shouta was sure he was going to melt right away through the floor. He wanted more. He wanted everything the blonde could give him but what he wanted the most was for the cage to come off. To be taken off. He needed to say it, but the words came out on a moan as those fingers thrusted into him deeply before spreading outwards.

Oh, how it made him squirm as his head pressed against the floor sending an ache along the back of it yet he couldn't think to stop it. Trembling, trembling, trembling as those fingers thrusted into him again and again. The slick slide had his lashes fluttering, his teeth gnashing together, and he hissed his breaths through his clenched teeth. It was damn good but there was something better coming and he knew it.

He tried gulping a few breaths down to speak but those fingers would rub, spread, and curl inside of him rendering every single word void. Gone. In its place a moan would fly out of him, high and reedy as his thighs twitched; muscles jumping eagerly with the pleasure brought with each thrust of Hizashi's fingers as he squeezed tightly as he could around them. He was aching, longing, wanting.

Needing the cage off. Needing it on.

It was making his head swim as his nails dragged over the carpet before curling into tight fists that trembled as he jerked his hips to meet those thrusting fingers as his breath huffed out of him. How something so simple, something so easy, felt so damn good he had not a damn clue and yet he loved it. Loved, needed, wanted it. He bucked up with a strangled cry when those fingers brushed against it.

A moments of hesitance before the blonde rubbed those tight circles into his prostate making him jolt, the pleasure searing in waves up his spine as both his shoulders protested the dig into the floor as he squirmed wildly, but he couldn't think. Couldn't process anything other than those fingers grinding into the spot that had his legs shaking. Whimpering wildly at the dizzying waves of heat slamming up his spine one after another.

He squirmed when he felt Hizashi fidget down between his legs as those fingers began thrusting once again giving him a reprieve from the waves of heat. Instead they spread out, tearing another one of those wild, snapping moans out of him. He jerked his hips quickly in time with those thrusts. More, more, more. A chant. A demand. A plea. He couldn't get his jaw to unclench as he squirmed yet the blonde's gaze flicked up.

Wide, burning eyes moving restlessly over his face. Seeing something he knew he would never see, something he wouldn't understand, and he saw the shudder roll over his husband. Fingers slid out of him with that familiar slick noise, clenching up had him whining as the blonde crawled over on top of him. His hands flew up from the floor to grab onto his freckled shoulders as those green eyes burned down at him.

Fascinated, awed, and there was such a greedy hunger to them that he wondered how much more his husband could possibly have planned. How many times could they do it in one night while the kids were away? He would happily let this man bend him over any surface, brace him against any wall if that's what he wanted, and he knew he'd be giddy to receive anyhow. He met those burning, flaming eyes then reached up quickly to grab his glasses.

Pulling them off as they dangled dangerously on his nose and laid them on the floor blindly. Blind, uncomprehending of the delicate things as those lips were crushed down onto his own prompting his hand to drop those glasses in favor of bringing it up to wrap his arms around his shoulders. Gripping onto him as the blonde's hips angled forward, the head nudging at him making a whimper fly out of him.

It sent shivers down his back to hear that whimper answered with a high, reedy whine from the blonde as he moved his lips with that hunger, that lust, that HEAT and Hizashi responded in kind with the nudging, nudging, nudging. Teasing. And just like with his fingers, a single firmer nudge had the blonde sliding forward sinking into him quickly making his head positively swim by the time he was bottoming out, hips flush against him.

His sharp breath quickly came out on a moan that mingled into Hizashi's low groan, lips attacking his with such heat, such passion that he was helpless not to respond to it. He used the leverage of his feet to grind his hips; a little motion that had Hizashi's hips jumping to copy the rhythm. Huffing breaths, the sound of Hizashi's nails dragging against the carpet now, the feverish feeling of the blonde's skin beneath his hands.

Skin that already held a light sheen of sweat and he was shivering as those hips ground fiercely against him which he happily complied with. No longer a little motion but rather eager, impatient motions. As if Hizashi was the one being teased all damn long. Demeaned. Bullied. Nit picked apart. It was strangely loud those little noises; their shaking, wild breaths, the smacking of lips moving together.

The soft moans leaving the back of his throat as the blonde groaned in response with the little creak of his leather pants when he squirmed even a bit. The sound of his palms brushing over his back. The feverish heat that sweltered between them. The way his erection was throbbing, twitching desperately in that tight cage of his. He moaned at the mere reminder of it. He squirmed as the blonde pulled his hips back then thrusted forward shallowly.

He delightedly began moving his hips, thighs trembling and jumping from the simple pleasure of doing it; the muscles flexing with his motions as Hizashi moaned down at him as he settled on a normal speed. Not slow. Not fast. He'd work up too fast in a moment. Soon, soon, soon. He wanted this damn cage off when he began to go fast. Needed it off when he got to that point. A moan tore out of him as Hizashi's hand brushed along his side.

Curving down to his waist as he squirmed against him, and his toes curled tightly with excitement. His moan broke off into a gasp that had his lips parting when the hand slid beneath him to grab at him. Squeezing the sensitive cheek, fingers digging into the sensitive cheek. It sent sparks of pain through him and yet it made his stomach knot up. Made the pleasure pool into him as the lust blazed under his skin.

He cried out when the blonde used that grip to keep his hips up tight against him without a chance of them dropping as he allowed his urgency to spill into his movements. In the way he clawed at the blonde's back when his husband opened his mouth against him tearing a groan out of him as he met his tongue without a second thought. The click of that piercing hitting off of teeth, he found the ball.

Contenting himself to flicking the tip of his tongue against it, earning a groan out of the blonde who twitched his hips a few times in shallow thrusts before the blonde began working his way into the urgent, quick rhythm that he set. Hips snapping forward a touch clumsily like they always did but the moment they found that rhythm? Oh, it was damn good. He was melting, burning, boiling.

He couldn't get any hotter as he clawed at the blonde's back when fingers dug into his ass cheek tightly, pain throbbing erratically from the action yet he didn't mind one damn bit. It only served to feed into that burning excitement. An emotion that strangled him when Hizashi used his hold to yank at his hips as if to inspire him to move faster, faster, faster. Fuck, he wanted too. But not yet. Not yet because if he did, he would lose it.

Scream, beg, cry for the cage to come off. And he couldn't do it. Not yet, not when he'd had it on all day long and hadn't whined once about it. He focused instead on licking, flicking and twisting his tongue with Hizashi's. The way the bottom ball of that piercing rubbed deliciously against the top of his tongue. How the blonde met his thrusts creating a crisp, sharp smack of skin meeting again and again.

A sound that was melting in with the fast, huffing breaths that fanned against hot cheeks. Melting in with the moans flying out of himself, the answering grunts and moans from Hizashi as that hand gripped tightly at him to which he whimpered loudly as his legs trembled from the high arch of his hips. From pushing with his feet to frantically move himself. He dragged his nails up the blonde's back making the man squirm against him.

Shivering at the loud moan left the blonde as those hips slammed against him harshly once, twice, to which he answered in kind as the blonde's breath fanned wildly, unevenly against his burning cheek. He could feel hair tickling his own damp skin as it slithered over the blonde's shoulders yet he didn't mind one bit. All day, all day, it's what he wanted. To have the blonde touch him with that tight strength.

To kiss him in that absolutely, disgustingly lewd manner that was frantic, urgent and so, so dirty. Wanted to claw at that tanned skin until it tore the skin open. Wanted hips striking every single damn breath, every single word, out of his head until all that mattered was Hizashi, Hizashi, Hizashi. There wasn't a damn thing that existed outside of the blonde and it's how he wanted it. He wanted that so badly.

A place where his whole world was nothing more than grabbing hands and hips that squirmed, slammed and ground together as he twisted against the blonde. How feverish Hizashi felt beneath his hands as he clung onto the man, his jaw aching lightly as his tongue twisted with the blonde's restlessly making that piercing click off of teeth. Each click sent a shiver down his spine as he struggled to get a good breath through his nose.

Anything to soothe the ragged itch in his lungs. He broke the kiss gasping in a breath, those hips slamming wildly against him that he answered too with a strength himself as his head spun wildly and he struggled to get a breath down to use to speak. "Za-Zah- Mmmm! Nghnn, yes! Yes, yes! I want- Ah! Ah, ah, ah! Fuck! Fuck, it's- Haah, so good! So good! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Gimme it so gooood, Daddy! Like that! Like that!"

His voice trembled in a breathless cry as lips attacked his cheek, his jaw where teeth nipped at him as that hand squeezed him fiercely making him squirm against the blonde. The squelching, the ragged breaths, the slapping of their skin meeting repeatedly were all ringing far louder in his ears obliterating any chance of other noise being heard. Hizashi moaned against his throat when he squeezed around his erection instinctively.

Such a little thing had the muscles quivering from the action, and hips jumped forward in a frenzy against him. Hizashi moaned enthusiastically, his hips snapping wildly forward as he moved his own hips eagerly to meet them as he clutched at the blonde fiercely. Shivering at the heat that sizzled through him as he huffed desperately for a single breath soothe his lungs when the blonde groaned out a muffled word. His name perhaps?

He couldn't hear it, couldn't make it out, as his words build in his throat again and he couldn't stop his mouth from moving as he cried out at a particularly harsh thrust. "Ta-Take the cage off! Please! Please! I-I'll do whatever you want! Just please! Please, take it off!"

The blonde moaned at him the noise high and reedy making his ears throb briefly with the pitch that trembled before strangling it down to a throaty noise as the blonde squeezed tightly at him making him cry out when nails clawed at the sensitive skin making him writhe against the blonde. He gasped in as his husband lifted his head up stilling his hips briefly, squinting down at him before turning to the table.

Swallowing a laugh when he saw one of those hearing aids close to dangling from his ear as his arms slid along the blonde's shoulders as he leaned towards the table producing the little keys that had Shouta's heart jumping to his throat. Was he-? He yelped at the hands that seemed to move as a conjoined effort, the blonde fidgeting then leaning forward, and his legs were shoved up from the floor removing his stability.

The leverage he needed causing his hips to stutter awkwardly as the blonde then smiled at him. There was wicked, devilish sweetness to it that had his breaths rasping in and out quickly. It was the look he'd received all damn day followed by something vulgar, something mean, and he opened his mouth to speak only for it to come out on a wordless shout when those hips then slammed against him fiercely.

Ragged, huffs of air left him with a short wordless cry accompanying each hit; tearing them out of his throat with each breath that flew in and out as fingers dug into his thighs forcing his knees up near his shoulders as his feet wriggled as if a tiny movement like that would get the hands to release him. And yet each thrust had his stomach dropping excitedly as his hands trembled; reaching up to- What?

What could he do with them? He gasped in his air as his heart hammered against his chest, each thrust accompanied by that all-too-familiar squelch of the lube and rubber working in tandem as he panted raggedly. Completely unwilling to do a damn thing to get himself freed from the position. He felt as if he would be slammed through the floor. Pinned tightly to it with his legs shaking in Hizashi's hands.

Shaking just like the rest of him as hips slammed against him pulling those cries out of him. His throat felt strained tight with the noises flying out of him so freely while his hands trembled uselessly down by his sides. And it was amazing. It was absolutely, positively amazing. As much as he truly loved controlling his motions, being the first one to move, there was also something damn good about being pinned up against a floor or wall.

Something so fucking good about having his legs wrenched up leaving him immobile as his husband pounded into him. Now was no exception. He could see a few beads of sweat crawling down the blonde's red cheeks. Trembling on his jaw before dripping off as fingers dug into his thighs tightly. Could see the tight clench to Hizashi's jaw as he hissed out at him when he wriggled in his pinned position gasping.

So good, so good! If Hizashi could only feel how good, it was! Nails bit into his thighs as he stared up at Hizashi's ruddy face, the hair that slithered over his shoulders, clinging in thin locks to his sweat face and shoulders, swaying lightly against his skin from those harsh thrusts being delivered. So pretty, so unbelievably pretty. It was hard to think around the fire in his blood; a fire that spread to his skin, to his erection, to his ass and thighs.

Everywhere was fuel for the fire and it happily ate him up from the inside out as the burning, over sensitivity of those hands clutching at his thighs and digging into those burning welts and lines had his head pressing tightly to the floor as far back as it could with a wail tearing out of him. Burning, burning, burning. His erection twitched, straining in the plastic cage making another high, trembling sound leave his throat.

He couldn't pin it above the high moan his husband released, and he couldn't place it even if he wanted to. The sound of his nails clawing at the carpet once again, his shaking that was only growing worse as the blonde's hips pounded harshly against him until he was sure the blonde knew when he had air in his lungs and was pounding it away before he could process it. It was so good when all he could do was lay there panting.

Lay there only to moan at his husband who was staring down at him with lowered eyelids. Blonde lashes that trembled with each blink, his mouth hanging open with moans and groans of his own flying out as his brows twitched from the tight way they came together. He'd never tire of it. Never, ever, ever. And then he watched those lips move silently for a second as the blonde wheezed in his breaths.

Hizashi then tightened up as much as he could around the blonde making him positively howl at him in a cracking pitch. Bouncing and dropping quickly as if he realized just how high it was halfway through and strangled it down in his throat. "Shit! Go-Goddamn, Sho! Fuck! So goo0d, you're- Nnnghnn! So good! Ah! Ah, yes! Yes! Ch-Choke my fufffuucking cock, baby! Ah, ah, shit! Shit, such a fu-fuckin' slut! Look at you!"

Pants cracked on their way out only to feed into a whimper, his legs squirming in the tight grip yet he made no active move to break free. Knowing he could very easily overpower Hizashi if it became too much but holding still. Not moving a damn muscle to stop it as he groaned at the blonde. He wanted to hear that cracking, husky voice spit out those vulgar insults. More, more, more! "T-Tell me! Tell me, Zashi!"

"Fuck! Fuckin' hell, Shouta! Nnnn, wha-what do you think your s-sister and m-mmother would say, huh? Se-Seeing their s-son and brother with his legs up like a slut being fu-fffucked on the living room floor! Wailing out like a damn whore that wa-wants more and more! I-Is that what you are, Shouta? A whore that just w-wants my cock all the time?"

His shaking hands twitched before flying up to cover his eyes as his blush burned fiercely in his head; swimming and spinning, he was sure he'd fly right out of his body any second now. One of those pounding thrusts would be it. He'd be done for. He ground his teeth together as he hissed his breaths in before his mouth dropped open with a gasp. The air rushing in only to come out as a cry when the blonde adjusted his hips ever so slightly.

He howled out, trembling as the blonde resumed that jagged, pounding rhythm that stimulated his prostate. Every. Damn. TIme. He just-! It wasn't-! "Daddy! Daddy, please! Ju-Just take it off! I- Mmmfff! I did e-everythin' you wanted! I wanna- Nnn! Please! Please, Daddy, please!"

"Li-Listen to you begging so shamelessly! You want it off so bad? Huh? D-Do you?" He nodded with a whimper when nails dug into his thighs making him whimper at the blonde when the man growled at him. "Then move your fucking hands! Tell me ho-how much of a f-fffuckin' slut you are while looking at me! D-Do it, Shouta! Look a-at me and SAY it!"

He whined at the blonde as he gasped then breaking the sound as he forced his tremblign hands to move as he stared at his husband who mouthed one word at him as if to refused from breaking the immersion but checking in. Like he had been this whole time. Color?

"G-Green! Okay! 'm o-okay! Okay, Daddy! I- Nnn! I'm fuckin- Ah, ah! Please! Haah, f-fffuck me harder! Faster! Yes, yes, yess! Like that! Like- Nnn! Hit it- Yes! Ahhhnn fuck, fuck! Ffffuck! Good, good! So good! L-Love your c-cock so much! Hands! Fi-Fingers! Love you, love you! Oh! Hah! Please! Fu-Fuck me like the filthy sl-slut I am! Hnnn! I l-love fucking your c-cock! Feels so good inside! So good!"

"Shit! I-I know you love fucking m-my cock! Squeezin' so tight! I-I know how much you d-do! Bet you ne-need it every day, don't you? Haah, shit! Shouta, Shouta! Nnn! Yes! Yes, fucking-! Fuck yeah like that! Like that, baby! Haah, haah, shit! I-I bet you live to f-fffuck my cock! Slutty like thing you a-are I bet you need it all the goddamn time! Gre-Greedy boy!"

He shuddered as the blonde squirmed against him, pounding so harshly against him he swore he was sliding ever so slightly against the floor as his legs trembled and he moaned out in a high, trembling manner that killed his throat to let out but God it was so good. "A-All the time! Mmmm, want it all the time! A-Ahh, yes! F-Fffuck1 Shit! Nnnghnn, need you a-all the time! Haah, haah, love fuckin' you so much! It's so good!"

"Ah, ah! You fu-fuckin' cock craving whore! So good! You wa-want me all the time, huh? Nnnn! Lettin' me fuck you liike a bitch in heat on the floor! Y-You should be fuckin' embarrassed! J-Just a little fucktoy is all you are!"

"Fuck yeah! Yes! Hnnn! I am! I am! Nnnn! N-Need it all the time! Ah! Ah! N-No one can e-ever fuck me so gooood! No one! I can't be with no one but you! O-Only you! So good! Haah, haah, please! Please, take it off! I wanna-! Shit! Shit, shit! Please, Daddy! Oh! Ohhh, shit! Fuck me so- Yeah! Yeah, yeah there, there! Please!"

He was babbling, forced to swallow the drool pooling in the back of his throat before he could as his hands trembled against his sweaty forehead and he his stomach began squeezing tightly with excitement as he stared up at the blonde grunting down at him with those eyes burning at him. Hands squeezing his legs tightly, making the welts positively burn and each time his husband's hips struck against him.

Reminded him of how tender his ass felt. How sensitive it was after the paddle but God help him if he didn't eat it up. Love it as much as he loved every degrading, humiliating thing his husband did to him today. He was burning away with that climax, that peak height waiting for him to be shoved off and he squirmed wildly at the thought as he moaned urgently at the blonde. Loving the throaty, guttural groan he got back.

"I do-don't want anyone else! No one can ev-ever be good enough! I-I only want you! D-Don't care if anyone knows! C-Cause they know I- Ah! I get it so goooood t-they'd all b-be jealous! S-So mad c-cause I get to fuck you e-every fucking day!"

Oh, the moan that flew out of Hizashi sent heat up his back; under his skin, eating him UP and he wanted it. Wanted it so bad as the blonde pounded into him as if there was no choice, squeezing his thighs tightly only for his right hand to drop down grabbing at the carpet and his heart crested wildly in his chest as he heard that little jingling. He heaved in his gasps when Hizashi lifted the keys up for him to see.

Smirking at him with a droplet of sweat rolling down the side of his face only for a lock of hair to fly against face and CLING to the spot eagerly. It took a true heroic effort, however, for the blonde to pause his pounding rhythm and he whimpered at the sudden stop as the blonde released his other leg to reach down grabbing the lock of the cage, sliding the key into the bottom of it as he whined with such excitement.

He knew it was unmistakable. He noticed, funnily enough, that dangling hearing aid had dropped off his right ear and yet the blonde didn't give a single damn as he tugged at the lock and finally, finally, finally it was dropped to the floor with a thud. The plastic was eased off of him carefully as his erection twitched and he felt a stab of embarrassment when it flew up into place against his stomach.

Already dripping pre-come onto his stomach yet the relief of it being out had him trembling. Dripping so shamelessly he had to wonder if he had failed to notice a possible orgasm Was he truly so close? So, so close? Closer than he thought? The utter greed, the lust that he saw in his husband's eyes had his toes curling tightly. Had his legs trembled with the rest of him when the blonde reached out picking his left leg up curling it over his shoulder.

Then the other as he slid forward slickly and the groan that tore out of his husband was closer to a growl. His hips ground forward as his left hand reached out grabbing his erection pulling a moan out of him. High, cracking from the force of it raking its way out as those fingers squeezed at him so damn good his moan quickly snapped into a throatier pitch when the blonde resumed his pounding pace.

Whining when the blonde leaned back over him. His right arm flying up to brace itself on the floor above his head as he leaned down capturing his lips again which he quite happily gave up without a second though as he planted his feet to the floor and moved his hips to mimic that pounding thrust. Delighting in the moans that flew out of the blonde as he hit against his pelvis roughly as he could with each of his responding thrusts.

He opened his mouth up without Hizashi needing to demand a THING from him. He lifted his hands up, the right going for his hair which he clutched at viciously and the left clawing at the space between his shoulder blades, marveling at the sweat covering the blonde. That squelching, slick noise of his thrusting. The slapping of sweaty skin meeting. The huffing breaths. The shameless, loud moans and groans.

Noises that bordered on porn-star quality. Perhaps even better than that because it was Hizashi above him groaning and moaning at him like he was the best thing in the whole world. The best damn experience. And all of it should embarrass him. But it didn't, didn't, didn't. He was far too caught up in the toe-curling, shake-inducing sensation of that condom rubbing against his inner walls so deliciously he almost wished this wouldn't end soon.

Almost. The stretch, the full sensations as his husband pounded into him again and again, pulling his hips back farther coming forward harder until he was sliding lightly against the carpet had him moaning encouragingly at the man. Wanting more, more, more as pre-come dripped shamelessly from his twitching erection against his stomach, smearing on Hizashi's fingers each time they came up to rub at the head.

His eyes rolled back behind his fluttering eyelids as his orgasm began twisting into him so viciously, he was writhing under it, his moan coming out in high stuttered bursts; each breath inhaled came out high manner as his toes curled tightly and he trembled under the growing tension. Tight, tight, tight. He clawed at that sweaty back viciously, against his scalp, and they trembled as the blonde's erection twitched.

Heaving a breath at the sensation, the mere knowledge that the light throbbing told him that Hizashi was right THERE. He just needed a shove. He squeezed tightly as he could around that twitching erection, the blonde's hips pounding against him with a sense of desperation. An urgency. He responded in kind as he CLAWED up the blonde's back with all of his strength, curving to his side making the man jerk wildly against him.

The blonde broke the kiss howling out as his hips yanked and slammed forward in long, hard thrusts that had him gasping for air as he stiffened against the blood. One more, one more, one more little thing was all he needed and Hizashi just had to- He needed-! Hizashi straightened up then forcing his hands to lose their holds on him while the blonde stroked his erection quickly, slickly, as he gasped hoarsely.

Watching that other hand waiting for that push he needed, a chant screaming for just a little more, little more, little more was all he needed. He jerked with a scream ripping out of him when that hand reached down to crack on his ass so viciously, he was done. He stiffened up, his hips jerk up into Hizashi's hand wildly as he shook under the force of that orgasm; something he'd known was coming all day long.

His scream choked off into an unintelligible croak as his hips bucked weakly as Hizashi slammed against him with a howling moan as he threw his head back grinding against him as he stiffened up. Clutching at his ass, his erection that was softening in his hand as he gasped wildly; a hand that stroked at him weakly as the blonde released those delicious, huffing little moans as soon as that howl choked itself off.

His jaw looked tight even from that position as the blonde finally let out a shaking breath. And then he was straightening his head looking down at him with a glaze as he twitched and Shouta lifted his hands up with a whimper that had Hizashi pulled out of him, slick hands reaching for him in kind as the blonde flopped on top of him making a squeak leave him only to be rolled onto his side. That come covered hand rubbing up his back making him cringe weakly.

Then lips were attacking his face as the tight press of Hizashi's stomach to his own made him truly believe it was inevitable the come would be smeared on him. Even the slick condom still covering his husband's own erection was slick against him as he huffed out his breaths but the kisses on his face were sweet. So sweet. He happily moved his own lips over that freckled, ruddy face ignoring the taste of salt.

He clutched at the blonde that trembled in his arms much like himself as arms squeezed his waist. So comforting, so warm. Something he hadn't realized he truly missed all day long. The mere warmth he saw in those green eyes that widened at him. God, how could Hizashi look so mean one second and so heart meltingly sweet the next? "A-Are you okay, Sho? I-I didn't push you too h-hhard today, did I? I didn't-?"

He pecked those trembling lips with a kiss that had his stomach dropping airily with that butterfly sensation; a kiss that was warmly returned, the blonde's dry hand rubbing the curve of his waist as their lips moved breathlessly together with that sweetness that damn near had him tearing up. It was a welcome reprieve from the humiliating, demeaning and cruel treatment of the day that he'd eaten up happily.

He pulled back, listening to the smack of their parting lips, and rubbed the tips of their noses together in that nuzzling motion that had the blonde squeezing his waist gently as he nuzzled him back. He fought down a tiny giggle yet that didn't stop the blonde from giggling at him with that shared giddy feeling as he pulled back. "I-it was fuckin' perfect, Zashi! I pr-promise whatever you choose next, I-I'll come in tenfold just like y-you did for me! I promise, love!"

"I-I'll remember that! Now, let's get y-you cleaned up, hmm? Get y-you in some jammies! I-I already got your soda and chocolate so unfortunately t-that's ready for you." He smiled widely at the adorably fake disgust but the blonde then smiled as his hand continued rubbing his waist softly before kneading at him gently. "I never meant anythin' today, you know. You are a perfect, sweet, beautiful boy and I'm so incredibly lu-lucky to have you, you know that?"

"I know you didn't m-mean it, Zashi, it's fine! It's- I guess t-think of it like a roleplay so it's fine! It was f-fuckin' good!"

"I don't c-care! I don't want you to think I meant a-a single thing I said or did a thing! Y-You're my perfect, perfect boy! A good boy all for me, and I'll always give you what you want! No matter what!"

He swallowed down a little whine yet the squirm he gave couldn't be controlled. If his heart was pounding so furiously, he was sure it would have skipped over its beats at those sweet, adoring words. "I know you didn't mean anything, Zashi. T-The whole point is humiliation, love, I d-didn't take one thing to heart. D-Did it make you uncomfortable? I know you don't like saying shit like that but-"

"If it gets you off, baby, and it's something that interests you then I'll do it! Dirty talk is always so easy with you! I like getting carried away with it! Maybe not back-to-back but I can do it! Now, wanna shower with me? I'll get you in some jammies, tuck you up, and we'll watch some movies! Does that sound good to you, baby?"

He smiled softly when lips pressed against the tip of his nose making him scrunch it instinctively as he let out a little laugh. "That sounds perfect, Zashi."