"Absolutely not."
"Come on, Sensei! It's just-"
"No."
"But we-"
"But nothing. You're not doing it unsupervised and even then, I won't allow you to do it until your training period and with the proper consent from principle Nezu. So, no."
The pout on Denki's face, the scowl on Bakugo's, and the stoic face of Shouta's was something to behold. Almost like it was a showoff of some kind and no one, not even the students hovering by the door to leave class for the day, were hesitating to see how this was going to end. While Hizashi always said it playfully, Shouta was beginning to really believe that these children were the danger magnets that the blonde labeled them as.
No, maybe not danger magnets. Reckless was a better way to describe these students of his and yet he felt his brow twitching at the suggestion that Denki had given while Bakugo had stared at him with a challenge in those red eyes, jaw clenched as if daring Shouta to deny them. Which he did. The scowl had deepened the moment Shouta said no, Denki had begun to pout, and he refused to agree to their reckless idea of theirs.
It was idiotic! Electrical blasts? The mere idea made dread creep down Shouta's spine even as curiosity itched lightly at his mind at just how something like that would work. The mechanics, the duality and perhaps even the teamwork that went into it for a combined move like that. He didn't think it was even possible for Bakugo to get along with someone well enough to want to create a move like that.
Shouta then looked down at the newest round of homework before him, again waiting for grading, and he flicked his fingers up in a shooing movement. "If that's all, then you may see yourselves out. Class was dismissed minutes ago and you're holding up every one of your classmates by this silly little argument of yours."
Shouta knew he sounded like an uncaring asshole to them in that moment but goddammit they were running him into the ground with their reckless behavior lately. He'd never had a class that tested his patience, resilience, and his sanity like this class did. He definitely wasn't like that as a teen, was he? No, he didn't think so. He didn't think he ran around looking for trouble like these children did.
Denki's gold eyes had dropped down, the pout rather severe on his lips before lifting with determination as his hands curled into fists and Bakugo's brow raised at the sight. "But Sensei, we really want-"
"I said no!" Shouta barked in a biting tone as he narrowed his eyes on the blonde before him who jolted as if he had physically struck the teen, watching the blonde's jaw click shut and his lips press tight together.
He then looked up at the lingering students with such a severity to his gaze that the rest of them twitched like a single organism before beginning to file out of the room and he then looked back to Denki. "I gave my answer. Now accept it as the only one you get in this given moment and leave. I told you the conditions on you being allowed to do something such as that and you won't get a different answer out of me until those conditions are met."
"Please? We've never done it before but it sounds so cool! Please, just supervise, Sensei? Then we-"
"Denki Kaminari, you have two seconds to leave my class before I expel you from this school if you continue badgering on with this." Shouta's voice dropped instinctively, his brow twitching with the annoyance flashing through him and the teens both stared at him stubbornly. God, were all teens this damn stubborn?
He didn't want to whine; he didn't want to let them know but fuck he just wanted to get home! Hizashi said he was working late, until five today and then there was errands to run later given it was a Thursday and like clockwork the blonde would run out to do shopping for the house. This was his only time, the only chance, to really satisfy himself and he'll be damned if anyone stopped him from that.
Perhaps that made him selfish once again for he was a teacher and as such he should be mentoring, even monitoring his students along with encouraging them to do better. Be better. But he had hope, a new and strange feeling in his chest, that Hizashi understood and that he'd do something soon about it but all day it felt as if they'd gone back to their usual routine. The blonde losing himself in his work, wrapped up in getting the kids ready this morning.
And then he was flying from place to place all while giving Shouta the barest attention possible. It made his hope weaken, something he tried desperately to cling to. He glared when Denki's mouth began opening once more, that stubborn determination in his gaze as he inhaled to protest when sharp knuckles on the door of his classroom rang out. He let his gaze flick over instinctively to the sharp wrapping making him blink.
"Yo, little listeners, while I admire your stubbornness and your determination, I think that you should back down from this one! Eraser's not one to joke or make light threats." Shouta looked over with Bakugo while Denki turned around to face Hizashi who smiled. "Come on, scoot! Important teacher business is the whole reason I came over here and you, little listeners, have essays to work on for my class and I know how you procrastinate, Kaminari!"
The pair of blondes before him seemed to puff up before letting out their breath and walking away from Shouta's desk without another word, both no doubt sulking in their own ways what with Denki being very obvious about it and Bakugo's familiar deep scowl that would be mistaken as a glare to the wrong person. Shouta couldn't deny he felt a little stab of guilt as he watched the two students leave.
Both blondes whispering to one another sending that tingle of apprehension through Shouta. They weren't going to give it up, he knew they weren't. He watched Hizashi slip into the room, shutting the door behind him then flicking the little lock beneath the handle making Shouta's brows raise along with his heartbeat. What was he doing? "Is there something you needed?"
"Yes! Of course, there is!" Hizashi practically ran over to Shouta's desk, his stupid little shades slipping down on his nose from the movement causing him to nudge them up and his smile was bright with that infectious air to it. "I was going over some things, you know as you do, and I wanted to ask a huge favor of you, if you don't mind?"
"What is the favor, exactly?" Shouta replied leaning forward to place his elbows on the table as he linked his fingers together, staring at his husband who was gaining a...was that an apologetic look? But it didn't look genuine at all. More like Hizashi was excited by an idea but was trying to play a part to turn it into reality. It was something he always did when they were teens and Shouta could spot the looks from a mile away. "Because I-"
"Could you do the shopping for me today? I thought I was going to have time today to get it done but I don't, and we really need some things for the house." Hizashi spoke quickly as if rushing to stop Shouta from declining his favor before he had even spoken it and the black-haired man felt a crash in his stomach as he stared at his husband.
Was it dread? Reluctance? Disappointment? He couldn't pinpoint a name to the feeling as he swallowed instinctively, trying to keep the emotion whatever it may be off of his face as the blonde locked his hands together. He couldn't show it. If he let it slip, let any of those emotions flick through him and appear on his face then Hizashi would know he had something to do this afternoon. Something he wanted and needed very badly to do.
"Please? I have a list ready, so it won't take more than an hour! And then I'll be home to get dinner done with you! Could you do that for me, Sho?"
God, he couldn't see his eyes through the shades, but he could imagine how wide and pleadingly they must be at that moment. Even if the apologetic look wasn't genuine, even if there was something up Hizashi's sleeve that he couldn't detect, he knew if he rejected the favor, it wouldn't be out of the ordinary. But then he would have to explain why he couldn't do it and telling his husband what he wanted to do instead wasn't an option either.
He sighed rubbing his hands over his face. If he left the school right now to get it done, get home in record time to get the items put away, then realistically he would have time to do both that and get his grading done tonight. "Fine."
Hizashi beamed brilliantly slamming his hands down on Shouta's desk bouncing on his feet. "Thank you, Sho! You won't regret it, I promise! I'll be sure to reward you when I get home!"
Shouta felt a scowl forming on his face though it was closer to a pout than anything as he looked away from his cheerful husband. "Whatever."
Why he agreed to it to it, especially knowing how it ruined his own plans, Shouta couldn't understand and yet earlier it made perfect rational sense. He often denied Hizashi's stupider favors, denying them point blank which often made the blonde pout, but he knew realistically he couldn't deny getting the shopping done. After all everyone in the house needed items, needed food, and toiletries.
But some part of him was growing irritated at just how complicated the list he'd been given was. It was as if he was running from one side of a football field to the other in the store as he hunted down these obscure items that his husband wanted and by the time, he was leaving the store he was anxious about how much time was lost by the task alone. He rushed home, driving at perhaps a hazardous level of focus, pulling into his parking place.
And then he was throwing himself out of the car with the keys in his hand after turning the car off and throwing open the trunk where he'd stuffed the groceries. He slammed the trunk shut, rushing up to their front door and awkwardly maneuvering the keys with his fingers to get the house key into the lock and breathing out when it clicked softly allowing him to throw open the door. He walked quickly to the kitchen placing the bags on the counter.
Doubling back to the front door pulling the key from the lock and shutting the door firmly, flicking the lock once again. He didn't need too, he didn't normally do this, but he wanted a double layer of protection for what he was about to do. He wanted a warning before he got down to it. He rushed back to the kitchen, shoes loud on the floor as he put more weight than necessary down and flew about the kitchen putting things in their proper places.
He did his best to make sure they were neat in appearance, for his sake mostly, but also because he knew if they were crooked or hurriedly put away that his husband would notice it right away like he always did and point it out. Hizashi was as stubborn as a dog with a bone when he finally noticed something, refusing to let it go and harping on it until someone -typically Shouta- was telling him to let it go in favor of finding him something else to obsess over.
It wasn't hard to distract Hizashi, he even referred to his own ADHD as crow brain most of the time, and while Shouta didn't want to say he took advantage of it he did admit it made life a little easier sometimes. However, all day his husband had been so close, in the staff room in between breaks, the bathroom if they so happened to be heading there at the same time or in the break room to eat lunch together like they did every day.
So close was he that Shouta found himself wrangling down that familiar longing he felt last night, while not nearly as strong as it was when they were at home, it still slid and gripped his very bones until he was forced to look away or put distance between them that made the blonde pout. Hizashi had seemed intent on touching Shouta anyway he could, subtly of course, but still tried. Hand brushes, tucking his hair behind his ear, brief touches to his cheek.
He took a deep breath as he slid the milk into the fridge then shut it with a soft thud. And he stood there. Stood there staring blankly at the smooth surface of the fridge, swallowing nervously as his fingers began trembling on the handle that he gripped tightly before he took a deep breath and turned releasing his hold on the cool handle. He walked briskly across the kitchen to the little hallway that would lead to the master bedroom.
His legs were beginning to shake much like the rest of him though it was far more eagerly than he expected as he pulled open the bedroom doors and shut them softly behind him. Another deep, lung expanding breath. If Hizashi knew what he was about to do- He shook his head as he kicked at his boots until they were flying across the floor, his hands coming up to tug at the capture weapon around his neck and letting it slither down onto the floor in a pile.
He raised his fingers upwards fiddling with the zipper of his costume for a moment, his heart racing quickly against his chest as the longing reared its ugly head to grip at him so fiercely his throat seemed to close, cutting off his air. The very beginning tingles of arousal weren't far behind it as he slid the zipper down, shrugging his arms through the sleeves as he stepped out of the black fabric, walking in the direction of the bathroom.
He knew it wasn't smart, knew it could even be seen as disgusting, but he had too. He wanted too. Needed to do it. He flicked the bathroom light on, finding himself swallowing again before his breath began to come a touch faster as he approached the hamper and reached in moving his pajama pants off of the top of the pile. He grabbed the purple fabric, unsure if it was a shirt or even the shorts from last night.
All he knew was he was bringing it upwards sniffing cautiously. Definitely the shirt. Hizashi's shirts always smelled strongly like him. God, he always claimed he wasn't a pervert but here he was sniffing his husband's pajama shirt from last night. He took one look at the wristwatch still wrapped around his wrist and cursed. He needed to hurry. While it wouldn't be a rushed job like last night he definitely was feeling the crunch to get this done.
To get to the task that he wanted. While he was a bit grumpy over it he couldn't help but ask himself who else would do it? While last night gave him a tiny bit of hope, he didn't hold onto it. Not when Hizashi was running all over the place today. So, if giving himself a pounding would help give him some semblance of control and keep from jumping Hizashi because the blonde wouldn't do it then fine. He'd do it his damn self.
Because he knew it, knew it like he knew it was going to rain, knew it like he knew he would be helpless to bring home a cat someday, that he would jump his husband the moment he walked through the door. How often did they have alone time anyways one on one? Rarely. It was so incredibly rare lately. He turned on his feet quickly, tugging that stupid watch off of his wrist throwing it on the bathroom counter.
Listening to the clatter as he flew past and bit his bottom lip as he threw the shirt onto their shared bed. While they weren't shy about their toys in the bedroom, they did install a lock on their dresser drawer to keep Hitoshi or God forbid Eri from opening it. The last thing they needed was to see the men's sex toy collection and it mortified Shouta at the mere thought that someday the teenager would piece together just why they had a lockable dresser drawer.
He plucked up the cable box grabbing the small key underneath it then slid it into the lock, twisting and tugging the drawer open as he took a deep breath. What was he in the mood for? What did he want? Hiza- He shook his head gritting his teeth as he stared down into the drawer. While it was far from what one would expect, they had exactly two vibrators shared between them and about five different dildos of varying sizes.
Hell, there was even a pair of quirk dampening handcuffs for Hizashi to wear if they so happened to get rowdy at night and their adoptive children were home. Shouta himself loved them, not just because they cancelled Hizashi's quirk, but because of the desperation on the blonde's face. The way his hands yanked and pulled at the cuffs all while howling but never begging to be released. Almost as if he enjoyed the control Shouta held with the key jiggling wildly around his throat on its chain.
A chain he always wore if Hizashi wanted to be let out. But he never did. Never asked because Hizashi liked wailing, screaming and howling loud as he could without using his quirk when Shouta was- Enough! He was on a time crunch! What did he want? Again his stupid brain almost whispered his husband's name, and it was as he was stopping it that he actually felt the links click together in his head with a near audible snap.
He wanted the one that closely resembled the blonde's length. He reached in feeling his cheeks beginning to burn as he pulled the dildo from the drawer then sliding it shut, tugging the key from the lock and placing it down on top of the dresser then almost compulsively patting it. He blinked in confusion before letting out a little laugh. Hizashi had rubbed off on him more than he thought.
His husband always gave little pats to things after sitting them down or moving them, something he said he couldn't help doing, and it never failed to bring a smile to Shouta's face when he saw it. He walked over to the bed, along the length of Hizashi's side, tugging open the bedside drawer grabbing the bottle of lube there only to scowl at just how full it was. That should be a crime in itself.
While they didn't fly through lube, they did make a decent dent in its use that often by the first of the month they'd be needing a new tube of the substance and it was often Hizashi who was flying out to get it. He took a deep breath, teeth biting at his lip as he sat down on the bed before sliding backwards to the center, feeling excitement beginning to pool in his stomach. It wasn't Hizashi but it was close and that's what he needed right now.
He put both the toy and the lubricant down to slide his thumbs beneath the waist band of his boxers, sliding them down his thighs and lifting his legs up to work then down them. He threw them forward to the floor as his teeth dug into the inside of his lip, closing his eyes as he settled into the mattress. He had time. He could take his time. He trailed his fingers across his thighs, used his nails to lightly drag across his hips making them twitch at the touch.
Dragged them across his stomach making the muscles quiver before raising his hands to his chest. He arched upwards as his fingers began lazily dragging across his nipples, moving in swirling teasing movements that had his breath rushing over his lips, no doubt drying them out slightly as his very veins began to burn with the heat.
He hummed low in his throat, his thighs pressing and rubbing together with that same eagerness as he felt his dick twitch with the excitement and the arousal that was beginning to burn beneath his skin. He breathed out when he felt his nipples hardening beneath his fingers, rolling his thumbs against them lightly before pressing firmly against them making a whine break free at the jolt of electricity that traveled down to his groin.
It was what Hizashi would do. The touches were just what Hizashi would do. If he kept his eyes closed then he could pretend his hands, rough and callous, were instead his husband's smooth and thin hands. Oh! Oh, so that did it, did it? He groaned at just how quickly the blood seemed to surge downwards to his groin, his twitching dick beginning to harden as he pinched and twisted his nipples arching his chest into the hands there.
He slid them down his chest, fingers attempting to play with the curls of hair there like Hizashi would, before sliding forward across his stomach once again only this time his hips jumped up eagerly. It was strangely relaxing how, after such a long and taxing day, he could come home and sink into the bed whether it was to sleep or even to touch himself. Coming home at all was like a long breath out of his lungs.
He moved his right hand to grab the tube on the bed next to him, the left curling around his rapidly hardening erection giving a few cautious strokes before settling into a rhythm that was languid and slow, taking his time. His desperation always got the best of him lately but now that he had the time, he wanted to take it slower. While there was definitely something so good about being rough and fast.
And then there was something equally arousing about being slow and building it up. He used the edge of his nails to crack open the tube, squirming against the bed as his hips thrust in slow movements though the urge to jerk roughly into his hand was tempting. However, when he forced his eyes open to move his hand from his erection in order to squirt the lube onto his fingers, his eyes flickered to the toy on the bed next to him feeling a shiver run down his spine.
He hadn't used the toy in a little while, as sometimes he didn't want something in him, and his stubborn brain only wanted Hizashi but today was different. Today he was aching so badly for something inside him that he was sure he'd start crying if he didn't do this. Sure, last night's hope still flickered in his mind but what if Hizashi was tired after work? Shouta couldn't handle having his hopes dashed like that.
He couldn't. He squeezed what he hoped was an adequate amount, not wanting too much nor too little but he set the tube down and shifted himself, bracing his feet firmly against the sheets beneath him, knees bending upwards as he sat up on his arm reaching downwards. He couldn't stop the keening little noise that left his throat when he pressed the tips of his finger against his entrance, not even if he wanted to stop the noise.
But he was alone. Truly alone and he could be as vocal as he wanted. He took a breath to relax himself as it really had been quite a while and he didn't want to hurt himself in the process. He pushed at the ring of muscle, wondering for a moment if it would even go in from the resistance but he just-"Fuck!"
The cry was surprised, even to himself, as his finger slid in far quicker than he intended and the absolute sensation it sent tightening in his stomach was something else. It was as if it unlocked something far more intense than the longing, than the arousal, than the lust he'd been feeling. It was a feeling that had his thighs quivering as he gripped a fistful of blankets to steady himself as he began moving the single digit slowly.
And God it shouldn't because it was just a single finger but fuck if it didn't feel good. He groaned, letting his head fall back at the mere sensation of something being inside him. The feeling ripped into his skin, settled along his very bones until he was jerking his hips against his finger, pressing his middle against his entrance and had a snarling moan rip past his clenched teeth as his second finger pushed its way inside.
Hunger. He was absolutely ravenous for the sensation, far more than he initially realized, that it had him feeling a touch of surprise as he thrusted his fingers eagerly into himself with another keening sound leaving his throat. His breathing was coming quicker as he closed his eyes again letting his head hang back, taking in the stretch of muscles in his arm that flexed and stretched with the position of reaching down.
Hell, even as he thrusted his fingers there was a burning sensation as his entrance stretched to accommodate both fingers that quickly he realized weren't enough. His breath gasped down, a large breath that made his chest rise and fall quickly, before settling back into a panting rhythm that was loud in the room as he began nudging his ring finger against the hole.
One more, one more, one more. He let out a stuttered cry, twitching as he managed to wriggle the third finger inside and forced his hand to still for just a moment. It was throbbing, burning, and he needed to give it a moment. Just a moment. Yet it felt damn painful to hold his fingers still when he began to rub idly at his internal walls as if trying to comfort himself before he began thrusting the fingers slowly.
Easing himself into doing what he had set out to do once the burning and throbbing had settled just a flexed his fingers outwards to push against the tight muscles, scissoring the digits in between thrusts. He was whining loudly, his panting and the slick sound of his fingers sliding into himself were painfully loud in the room, but he didn't feel the rush of embarrassment he thought he would.
He continued scissoring his fingers eagerly, impatiently even, as his eyes cracked open again to stare at the toy next to him. How much better would it feel? Would it really feel like Hizashi? Then his gaze flickered to the shirt lying near the bottom of the bed. Hizashi's shirt. He clenched his jaw at the urge to howl when he pulled his fingers out of himself, impatient to get what he was determined to get.
And so, he pressed his slick fingers against the bed as he began adjusting his position when his foot slipped. No good, no good. Could he-? He was flipping on the bed before he even processed the thought, his fingers snatching the toy and then the shirt as he planted his feet against the headboard of their bed, his hands bringing the shirt to lay next to his head in order to scoop up the lube once again.
He squirted a far too generous amount onto his fingers before rubbing it across his entrance again then another amount into his palm and began slicking up the toy in his hands as his breath rasped out of him. The familiar way he twisted his hand, slicking the toy up reminded him of how he did it for Hizashi. Hell, if he were to close his eyes right now? He'd be it would probably feel like the blonde's dick in his hands.
He then wriggled his lower half slightly, knees bending just a bit as he raised his hips up to reach down with the slick toy and pressed the tip of it against his entrance. And it-! he was-! This was-! A loud sound left his throat, a cry perhaps? No, was it a scream? A howl? Was he saying something as the toy sank into him? What could he be saying? He gasped in a breath that made his chest heave with the movement.
The rest of him was shaking as he held still to grow accustomed to the toy pushing at his inside and just barely nudging at his prostate. Oh, it reached so far. He panted so fast he had to close his mouth to swallow to soothe his dry throat but too soon it was opening again because his nose just wasn't cutting it for the breaths he needed to take.
And then he began to move the toy. A high-strung sound left his throat, a cry this time, as his legs shook much like the rest of him as he thrusted the toy slowly into himself trying not to hit his prostate yet. If he did, he'd lose it, he'd be unable to control himself and he needed to let his body acclimate just a bit but not moving was painful. His face felt hot, burning hot and his hair tickled his forehead that was beginning to bead with sweat.
He whimpered out as he began to move faster, shallow thrusts that had him squirming against the sheets that he began to clutch at with his other hand even if his erection was begging to be touched. He just needed to ground himself for a minute. He was spiraling into the hunger, into the temptation to absolutely pound himself the way he knew his husband would, into the lust that was fogging his sense of reality.
He then remembered the shirt. Ohh, the shirt, the shirt! The shirt that smelled like Hizashi! He forced the hand that was clenching tightly at the sheets to reach over his head awkwardly to grab the purple fabric and he took three fast breathes of fresh air before giving into the smaller temptation. He pressed the shirt against his face, inhaling deeply the scent that clung to his husband and perhaps even a bit of his own that mingled in from the hamper.
But fuck it was just enough for the blonde's scent to be far more dominant. Exactly what he wanted as he whimpered wildly as he pressed it against his nose, across his mouth, and shuddered. God, he was no better than a pervert, now was he? Huffing his husband's shirt of all things while masturbating? It should be shameful. But it wasn't. It wasn't, wasn't, wasn't. He gasped under the fabric like he was a drowning man.
Using his other hand beginning to thrust the toy faster. Harder. He could hear the headboard groaning lightly, as it always did at the amount of pressure they often pushed on it, but this time it was his feet that pressed harshly against the headboard to move his lower half in time with his thrusting toy. Was it always this hot? He was burning up. He looked at his skin curiously over the fabric sitting across his nose.
To if to see if the flesh had burst into flames like it felt. Nope. No flames but God if he wasn't burning both emotionally and physically. He needed it fa-faster, harder, harder, harder! He quickly abandoned his cautiousness as he began pounding the toy into himself roughly, angling it just enough to hit his prostate. He shouted into the fabric covering his nose along with his mouth. The bed was lightly shaking.
He could feel it beneath him, but the pleasure was twisting and ripping at him as he dropped his hand from pressing his shirt tightly against his nose to grip his weeping erection. His hips jerked so violently that he felt his back twinge with discomfort, threatening to cramp up if he repeated the motion but God, it was tempting as he panted into the shirt feeling his head beginning to spin. He was losing himself faster than he thought he would but not as fast he would if this were really with-
"Hizashi! Hizashi!" Shouta barely recognized his own voice as he howled his husband's name, pulling the shirt off of his face to get fresh air, the spinning sensation in his head too much and yet it was simply adding to the pleasure. He wanted to take this slow and yet here he was growling, howling, as he pounded himself. But he couldn't help it because-! "It -ah, fuck! - it feels go-good! So good! Nghhnn, Zashi, deeper! It's so good! You feel so good! Ah, mmmm, I don't-I can't- Zashi! Please, please, fuck me hard! Ah! Right there, right there! Right there, Zashi, more! More! I'm gonna cu-cum! Zashi, I'm gonna-!"
"You're going to what? And just as I got home?"
Shouta jerked violently, sending the toy deeper into himself which instinctively made him thrust up into the hand that stuttered in its stroke as he forced everything to stop as he snapped his head to the doorway. Hizashi was standing between both of the doors, one hand propped against the door and the other on his hip while his shades dipped low on his nose for him to peer over the tops of them with a teasing glint in those eyes of his.
He was still in his hero costume too. What? What the fuck was happening right now? How did-? Why was he-?
"What the fuck?" Shouta shouted on a gasp before he could stop himself making Hizashi laugh.
"Sho, did you really not keep track of time? Given it's only four thirty, I really did think shopping would take you much longer than it did, but you must've rushed it, huh? Too eager to get home?" Hizashi's voice was absolutely playful in a menacing way as he stepped into the room shutting the doors behind him. Reaching up to slide the frames off and twirling them playfully as he all but strutted over to the bed stopping just steps away.
"Wa-Wait-!"
So close, so close. Hizashi was so close to him. He was so close to the edge himself. Green eyes raked down the black-haired man's body making a shiver run over it, the panting loud between them as Hizashi smiled and the movement of his lips was low. Lazy. "Look at you, baby. You're so pretty all laid out like that, touching yourself. You couldn't even wait for me to get home, could you?"
Shivers. He couldn't stop them as he stared up at his husband who was taking those final steps to the edge of the bed. "Zashi, I didn't-it's not-"
"It's not what I think? How could that be possible, love? What, am I not seeing my husband fuck himself on a toy? Am I not seeing that? Is that what you're trying to make me think?" The blonde questioned as he plopped the frame's twirling in his fingers on the bedside table before pressing his hands to the bed making it sink slightly as he leaned his weight forward. "Shouta, love, baby, you should be a better liar and even then, you shouldn't be caught in your lie while you're doing it! Don't you agree?"
He couldn't stop the whimper at the condescending tone in the blonde's voice, watching him shuck off his leather coat then kicking at his own boots and Shouta was aware of how slick his own hands were but he couldn't stop himself from reaching out with his right hand. He wouldn't touch his face, that would be disgusting, but he just- He wanted- "Watch me then, please? Watch me, Zashi?"
"Mmmm, but I want to do more than watch, baby!" The blonde breathed out as he began climbing onto the bed, allowing Shouta's slick hand to grab at his shirt and he let his gaze flicker over to the purple pajama shirt he'd worn last night and smiled wickedly as his lashes dipped making Shouta shiver at the sight. He then leaned in to kiss at his husband's hot, stubbled cheek then down to the tip of his ear which he nipped at playfully before sliding down to bite at his earlobe feeling the other man shudder.
"Please? Please, Zashi?"
"Well, if what you want is for me to watch you, then go ahead. Touch yourself, Sho."
Shouta released his grip on the other man's shirt in order to reach down and grip his erection which he began stroking earnestly, targeting his thumb against the sensitive head as he began to thrust the toy into him again with a moan. He writhed, arching his hips as he began to adopt that pounding rhythm, he'd been moments ago when he looked up to find hungry green eyes watching him eagerly and he whimpered.
Hizashi smiled at him as he kissed his sweaty forehead, his hot but damp cheek again, then down to the tip of his nose and finally he was kissing his lips lightly once, twice making Shouta sigh out a fast breath of content. Then the lips were pressing firmly against his own making him moan against them at the satisfaction that weave through his arousal. He happily moved his lips with Hizashi's who began kissing him eagerly.
It was if he was starved to do so, and Shouta was eager to finally enjoy the feel of his husband's lips on his. Finally, finally, he was getting one thing he had been longing for. Their lips slotted against one another as their kissing became ravenous, insistent, fierce. Desperate. He shuddered hearing a low moan leave Hizashi, his own whimpers rising higher as he began climbing back to that peak he'd been at moments ago.
He squirmed as he stroked at himself faster, pounded himself faster. Faster, faster, faster. Harder, harder, harder. Frantic, frenzied. He was right there, right there and he just needed a little more. Needed that shove, that push, and he knew Hizashi would get him there. He knew it because he needed-! He wanted-! He pulled his lips from his husband moaning out shamelessly as his legs began shaking against the headboard they pressed against.
"Zashi, I want you so bad! I want -mmmm, shit! - I want you to fuck me tonight, please, please? Won't you touch me? It's been so long and I can't wait anymore! I need you so much! Have to have you i-in me! Do-Don't you want to be in m-me, Zashi? It'll feel so gooood, for us! So good, so good, you'll be so good! And I-! Ngh, I-! Zashi, I-I'm cumming! Cumming! Cumming! Zashi-!"
He howled his words as he jerked his hips, his thighs trembling with the tight clenching of his muscles there and he was gasping as he squeezed his erection tightly, thrusting the toy wildly when he felt Hizashi's teeth nipping at his Adam's Apple before pulling away with those hungry eyes of his, pressing his lips against his ear. His orgasm was tipping him over and yet he just wanted-!"I'm watching, baby, cum for me, it's okay. I'll fuck you tonight, anyway you want, and you'll be begging me to stop when I-"
He couldn't hear what he said, he was screaming so loudly as his orgasm finally tipped over and he was jerking wildly as his husband's teeth bit his ear with a moan as Shouta tensed with each spurt that landed on his stomach from his erection. He whimpered through each twitch and throb his body gave until he was slumping onto the bed gasping for air, Hizashi's lips trailing along his shoulder.
Across his chest then up to his jaw again while whispering to him but Shouta couldn't make it out. Not yet. He turned his head lazily to find his husband's lips which were quickly covering his own as he moved his lips lazily with Hizashi's, who seemed to accept the pace and it felt like Heaven. He released his rapidly softening dick as he reached up grabbing Hizashi's shirt again when he slid his hand down his chest.
Feeling the blonde twitch under his shirt, the muscles that jumped in his stomach when he slid further down to press against what he knew would be there. Hizashi pulled his lips away, opening his mouth to no doubt tell Shouta to relax but he cut that off. He had no time for that shit, not when he could do one thing for his husband. "Shouta, wait, you don't-!"
"Shut the fuck up, Hizashi, I'm going to do it and you know I'm going to do it so skip the theatrics, alright? I want to do it anyways, and I'll be damned if I let you or anyone stop me right now, you hear me?" Shouta growled as he slid the toy out of him with a slick sound that made both men shiver but he was moving quickly, taking his feet from the headboard hearing the wood groan at the lack of weight and he rolled onto his stomach bracing himself with his arms to push up onto his knees staring at his husband stubbornly.
"Take them off, Yamada."
Hizashi stared at him with wide eyes, his hair still in that stupid cockatoo hair style, but he looked so beautiful with the pink blush crawling into his cheeks. Then he smiled rather cheekily and shifted on the bed to lay on his back for a moment to push his pants then his boxers down in a swift movement as if he too were just as eager. He looked up at Shouta, lifting his hand up in a salute.
"Sir, yes, sir! I'm ready for whatever you can throw at me, so give it to me! Suck my brains out through my dick, baby!"
"I will!" Shouta replied on a huff, trying to gain his breathing back from his own orgasm and he had to admit he had a jelly like feeling moving through his body but there was still a heat sizzling low in his body that was ready to rear its head up at a moment's notice.
He grabbed a pillow, something he knew Hizashi would insist on, and slid off of the bed to throw it onto the floor then slid down to his knees staring at Hizashi's once again surprised face and he smirked at the blonde. "Come on, sit up. What was it you just said? 'Suck your brains out through your dick'? Well, sit up! Can't suck a dick I can't reach, Zashi, and it sure as hell isn't going to suck itself now, is it?"
"No, sir! No it certainly is not!" Hizashi replied in a determined, perhaps even playful tone as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed carefully around Shouta who hummed softly in satisfaction when he inched closer reaching out to grab the erection waiting for him staring up at the blonde. It was quiet for a moment as Shouta stared up at his husband, giving a few experimental strokes and the groan he got in response sent shivers down his spine.
"You gonna play with me, Sho? I ca-can't promise to be gentle right now and I'm sorry about-"
"I want you to fuck my mouth however you want, Zashi, I don't care." Shouta breathed his words watching the tremble move over the blonde as he leaned forward feeling those hips twitch at the warm breath against his erection and he couldn't tell whose noise was louder.
His whine when Hizashi's fingers twisted into his hair as he ran his tongue along the length of his erection or Hizashi's ecstatic moan that rose in pitch. He wanted to take his time, to cherish the feel of Hizashi beneath his lips but the blonde was staring down at him with a touch of impatience as his fingers tugged at his hair lightly and Shouta used his hand on the base to pull the erection closer.
Rubbing his fingers against the area as he mouthed his way up to the tip. He wondered if his own eyes were as foggy, as glazed as Hizashi's were and he closed his eyes briefly in response to the loud shout he got from the blonde as he covered the tip with his mouth then quickly sank down. While he wasn't the blonde, he still had a gag reflex and because of this he took his slow time moving downwards, listening to whines above him.
The way his hips twitched eagerly as if he was fighting the urge to thrust up into Shouta's mouth, which he genuinely was. It had been just as long for the blonde as it had been for his husband but unlike Shouta, he rarely took the time to masturbate; in fact, he was perhaps more pent up than he realized. While he wasn't a stranger these past weeks to masturbation, he just found that there was so much around him that needed his attention.
So much so that he barely paid attention to the signals his body gave until it was undeniable, and he had to take it into his own hands. Literally! He couldn't control the moan that flew from his lips, louder than he'd intended given Shouta's slight flinch, and he shut his mouth whining out as his head began bobbing. He buried his other hand into Shouta's black locks, squeezing and twisting his fingers fiercely into the strands earning him a moan that had his head falling back with a similar moan flying out of him.
Jesus fuck, Shouta really was blessed with his mouth and Hizashi loved it.
The way his tongue moved as his head swooped down, the ripple movement of his mouth as he swallowed, a vein being traced by the sinful tongue of his was like Heaven. He was whining at the slow pace Shouta was using and while he didn't want to rush his husband, he found himself pressing on his head then tugging it up a little faster to coax the other man into picking up the speed. It was amazing how he could already begin to feel the tickling heat of his orgasm building.
All from a few seconds of a blowjob. But could anyone blame him? It had been a goddamn minute and it was so much better than he remembered it being. It was criminal, honestly. His breaths were hitching, racing as his pulling and tugging was mimicked by Shouta's head and he knew the man's neck would grow tired soon as it always did but he could sense a determination in Shouta. As if he wasn't going to give up until Hizashi reached his orgasm.
And damn if that wasn't going to be soon. But he needed-Shouta was still going so slow and he-!
"Shit!" He shouted the word instinctively as he forced Shouta's head down to the base feeling the other hiss in then out a breath against his pelvis but the answering moan he got sent vibrations through him and dammit if it didn't make his toes curl. He didn't want to be rough but he needed-Shouta said it was fine so then maybe-? He began lifting and pushing Shouta's head roughly, his hips twitching upwards into his mouth as he panted feeling his husband's fingers digging into his thighs.
"Yes, yes! You're so good, baby, so good! Fuck, everything ab-about you is so perfect! Ah, ah, I'm sorry it took me so long! God, you could ki-kill me, and I'd welcome it! I don't kn-know how I've gone so long without fuc-fucking you but Jesus I- Mmmm! Fucking yes! Fuck, fuck, like that! Keep going, Sho! I-I need just a little-! You're so good, your mouth is so hot and fuck if you don't look so eager! You like this? You like it when I use you? You like sucking m-my dick that much? Ngghhh, you're so pretty! You're gonna make me cu-cum, baby! Yes!"
Shouta dug his nails into his thighs now, dragging roughly listening to the howling cry of his name leave Hizashi's lips and the way it sent shivers down his spine was something else. He was babbling still, incoherently in what sounded like English but Shouta drank in the sound of his voice as Hizashi yanked and lifted his head roughly forcing him to close his eyes to keep from getting dizzy as he struggled to breathe in through his nose.
He could feel the thighs beneath his fingers beginning to tense and tremble, his stomach tightening no doubt, and the gasps above him were turning into chants of his name as he began rising his hips off of the bed to thrust forward in time with his yanking. It was dangerous how much he loved the feeling that he was little more than a toy for Hizashi to use, just like the one Shouta had used on himself.
How it felt like he was being used only for the other to chase his orgasm. He loved it. He began hollowing his cheeks making Hizashi howl and moan as he tugged at his hair viciously, his quirk kicking in making Shouta's ears ring painfully from the sound but he clutched at his husband's thighs until finally the blonde was releasing another loud moan that was quite close to a scream that made the light in their ceiling fan pop.
He pushed Shouta down to the base of his erection, the black-haired man moaning with Hizashi at each twitch his dick gave in time with each spurt that he swallowed down instinctively. Swallowing until Hizashi was pulling his hands from his hair and letting himself fall backwards on the bed. While they had certainly played with overstimulation, he knew he didn't want that right now if the way the blonde twitched was anything to tell.
Carefully, she slid backwards letting the weight of his husband's fading erection slid across his tongue, feeling just a small stab of regret. He stood up once he let it pop from his lips, a shiver running through both men at the sound. Then feeling surprised at the shake in his legs as he climbed onto the bed. He plopped down next to his husband who was panting wildly with a hand pressed to his eyes.
"Zashi?"
The hand moved to press against his damp forehead, blonde lashes peeling apart to look at Shouta with such euphoria that he felt an answering heat in his cheeks when Hizashi smiled lazily at him. "Mmm?"
"I thought you were working late." Why was that the first thing out of his mouth? Why that question out of the millions of others? He had no clue, but he listened to the deep throaty chuckle leave the blonde and felt a strange shyness grip him. As if he were a child asking a silly question that Hizashi was indulging in.
"I lied, baby." He lied? Hizashi? He stared in surprise at the blonde who laughed now, the sound just as euphoric as the rest of him and he reached a hand out to cup the back of Shouta's neck tugging him closer. "Don't look so surprised! Everyone lies! I wanted- Well, I'm not gonna lie, I definitely wanted something like this last night but I wasn't going to be a dick to Eri and make her leave!"
"I'm sure she would've understood, Zashi."
"Yeah, but one look at that little chubby face and could you really deny that? No matter how horny you were, could you deny that adorable, pudgy face?"
"...Okay, fair. I get it."
"So, I decided I was going to do something today but then I wanted to see what you would do, what had you so eager to get home as fast as possible that you didn't want even me to see. So, after you left to go to the store, I gave it 'til four and decided to come home! And God am I glad I estimated then went with the right time! Do you have any idea how fucking turned on I was even though I expected something like this? Well, not exactly like this but to catch you possibly masturbating? I think I could get off on that sight for the rest of my life!"
Shouta's lips trembled wordlessly as he stared at his husband who smiled at him angelically, the perfect image of innocence despite his words. Hizashi was smarter, wickeder, than he ever gave him credit for and fuck, he wished he gave his husband more credit. He watched Hizashi's breaths begin to slow as his lashes dipped again and he still couldn't scrounge together the right words for his husband before settling on the only three that floated out of the sea of mangled words.
"You're an asshole."
"But I'm your asshole!" Hizashi crooned back at him before smiling and kissing Shouta's flushed cheek, pulling back to raise his brows at his husband. "Now, as much as I could go for a round two right now-"
"Round two?"
He chuckled watching the black-haired man visibly perk up, a light of interest in his dark eyes. It was like a dog perking up at the word 'walk' and it was as adorable as it was amusing. "I'm sure you could go for some dinner! Let's eat, yeah? And we'll take it from there!"
It was strange how Hizashi sounded so much like a voice of reason at that moment. Normally it was Shouta who was the voice of reason and Hizashi the impulsive one. But he must of suggested taking it slow because Shouta knew he would much rather indulge in his husband, howling his name and clawing at the walls until sunrise tomorrow but the other man must have sensed the little tickle of hunger in his stomach.
He just wasn't sure if it was a sexual manner or an actual hunger for food but he smiled softly at the blonde then nodded. "Alright. Food first."
Hizashi's answering smile hitched higher and brighter, his green eyes glowing at Shouta as he slid his hand up ruffling his hair. "That's my boy!"