"Mmmm."
The quiet moan that left Shouta's throat sounded much louder than it really was but the noise was echoed with an equally quiet sound from the blonde above him and he sighed through his nose moving his lips lazily with Hizashi's. While they had agreed on eating dinner, Hizashi had chosen to order out once again instead of cooking and claiming it was because he didn't have the brain power to focus on a recipe at the moment.
Shouta believed it was because he wanted this.
The moment they had decided where they wanted to eat the blonde had all but dragged at the black-haired man until they were falling onto the couch with legs twisting together and arms sliding around the other. Hips pressed flushed against one another, breathes whispering together before Hizashi decided to dive in and proceeded one of the slowest make out sessions Shouta had ever been a part of.
It was slow, it was filled with warmth, and he felt his heart skipping at intervals from the sweetness of it as he happily kissed his husband. His fingers twisted into the long blonde locks above him, dragging his nails lightly across his scalp as their lips moved against one another happily as if the simple action filled Hizashi with as much euphoria as it filled Shouta. He pulled in a breath when he felt Hizashi's hands caressing his thighs, squeezing his hips.
Then he lifted his hands up before dipping back down to his knees where he curled one of Shouta's legs around his lower back. He tightened his leg around Hizashi, the lips against him still moving slowly but there seemed to be a slow heat, a slow emotion that was whispering of urgency. He moaned out when the blonde's hips pressed forward against his own giving a teasing roll as their chests pressed firmly together.
Not sparing even an inch of space. He breathed in when their lips broke apart for what felt like the millionth time since he'd been dragged to the couch and he tilted his head back instinctively when those lips of his began trailing down his jaw and throat. His hips twitched as Hizashi continued rolling his hips lazily against Shouta's, the breaths rushing over his throat as he peppered kisses there.
Targeting his collar bone with a bite dragging another noise out of the black-haired man.
"I love you, Zashi." He sighed out as he tugged at the blonde strands, his lashes fluttered in a fast blink before shutting to enjoy the sensation of teeth nipping at his flesh and the harsh suction of the blonde's mouth against his skin making him whine. He didn't mind hickey's, he really didn't, but what he did mind was if they were in an area that his students would see it. It had happened one time and Shouta had yet to forgive Hizashi for it.
It would be gone in a few days his ass.
"I love you too, Sho." Hizashi murmured against his skin when he lifted his head to press gentle kisses to his jaw and Shouta opened his eyes to find those foggy green eyes, he so adored staring at him. He felt the lips crawling up his cheek again, his own tingling lightly then parting in response.
"Kiss me again then."
"More than happy too, baby!"
Squirming with such delight when blonde covered them with his own with a soft sigh spilling from the both of them in such unison it almost brought Shouta to laughter. It was only a few seconds did they begin kissing did the doorbell ring making them part again with a frown on Shouta's lips and the blonde chuckled kissing the tip of his nose. "That'll be the food! Let's eat, Sho! We got time."
Shouta felt a streak of stubbornness burst in his chest as he stared up at his husband who was pulling away in order to pull the tank top he'd been wearing moments before back over his head and he fought the urge to cross his arms. "What if I don't want to eat anymore?"
Eyes narrowed on him with a hum leaving Hizashi's throat. A dangerous sound combined with such a dangerous look was the perfect sight to send a jolt of excitement through Shouta. "I'll blend and funnel that food down your fucking throat if it means making you eat. It's six o'clock, Sho! The last time you ate was noon and the only thing you've ingested since then was jizz and that isn't a meal, babe! You're going to eat solid food."
He then climbed off of the brunette walking through the little gap between the coffee table and the couch while Shouta allowed himself to pout as he watched his husband's retreating form leave the living room. His gaze had, instinctively, dropped to his ass. Of course, the blonde didn't have much of one and was in fact somewhat flat despite what others may think, Shouta loved his ass desperately.
It would be small to others, flat and not much to look at, but to Shouta it was perfect. It was perfect for him to grip onto, to dig his nails into, and definitely firm despite being small when compared to the rest of him. He sighed swinging his feet over the edge of the couch sitting up feeling a brief little head rush from laying down so long and listened to the sound of Hizashi cheerfully thanking the delivery person then shutting the door.
He looked over at the doorway as Hizashi came in swinging a brown bag from his fingertips then plopping it into the coffee table and pulling it open dipping his hand inside. "And it would seem we have one burger for the gentleman with a share serving of fries and a pasta dish for me! Eat up, baby, the sooner you eat the sooner we can play."
He wiggled his brows at his husband who, like earlier, perked up just like a dog would with light in those dark eyes as he accepted the container from Hizashi when he all but ripped it open. He laughed at how quickly the dark haired man lifted the burger and bit into it only to appear surprised as if he hadn't realized how hungry he was. God, had it really been lunch when he ate last? What had he even eaten for lunch? He couldn't remember.
"Take your time, we have all night. Hitoshi is staying over at the dorms tonight, thanks to moi! I told him it'd be far too late for him to walk here so he should just stay put and Eri is having her own little sleep over with the girls!"
He could hear Shouta swallow as he turned to his husband, a small smearing of mustard near the corner of his mouth but it was the heat, the hope, that made Hizashi's stomach flutter as he opened his own container with the plastic white fork offered by the restaurant in his hand. "So, it's just us? Really?"
He smiled at Shouta, the sight sending skips to the man's heart as he stared at the blonde. "It's just us, Sho. I promise to make tonight a night you won't be forgetting any time soon!"
Shouta wasn't sure why he agreed to the shower after he had all but inhaled his meal. He brushed his teeth fiercely when he entered the bathroom, but he'd allowed himself to be coaxed into the shower with his husband who kissed and bit at his collar bones, his back and his shoulders playfully. It made him nearly forget to clean himself at the blonde's orders for the hands, the lips, the warmth of his husband being so close were overwhelming.
He hurriedly cleaned himself as thoroughly as he could and soon, too soon, he was jumping out of the shower. Hizashi promised to be there in a few moments, though he clearly didn't expect a response that he wouldn't be able to hear anyways so Shouta merely grabbed a towel for himself and placed one on the toilet seat for his husband to take once he was done. Then he flew from the bathroom shutting the door behind him.
He rubbed fiercely at his skin, then at his hair as he tried to fight down the excitement that was whispering through his veins and pooling into his stomach, then taking a moment or two to comb his fingers through his hair, taking deep breaths. It was almost difficult with how tight his chest felt. He sat on the bed, his hands shaking as he rubbed them against his thighs. He felt weirdly nervous but ecstatic at the same time that this was actually happening.
After so long, it was really happening. He jumped when he heard the shower come to a stop, the sound of the curtain opening then shutting, followed by the sound of Hizashi humming in that cheerful manner that Shouta had come to adore over the years. He listened to Hizashi padding across the bathroom as he no doubt scooped up his hearing aids before the door swung open again revealing the blonde who smiled brightly at him making his heart jump in his chest.
The man walked to the edge of the bed, placing his hearing aids down for a moment on the sheets, before he began rubbing at his skin and Shouta couldn't help gawking. While the blonde wasn't very muscular, he was lithe, slim and the way he moved was stunning to Shouta. He loved the thin form of his husband but the strength he knew he possessed, and it sent tingles racing through him straight down to his groin.
God, he could only imagine just what this man would do with him tonight. With that strength of his. He took a breath, in then out, slowly. He watched Hizashi towel his hair off, squeezing the long golden locks, before flipping his head up making his damp hair smack against his back before holding his hand out for his hairbrush which he'd placed on the bedside table. He smiled again when Shouta grabbed it then placed it into his hand.
Hizashi then began brushing through his hair, humming quietly, as he worked through the tangles until his hair was hanging perfectly straight down his back and shoulders. He reached down picking his hearing aids up once again, turning them on then taking the time to place them in each ear before tucking his hair behind his ears. "So, first off anything is on the table tonight. Anything. You ask, I'll give. After all, I have a lot to make up for, don't I?"
Shouta swallowed down the excitement before he could answer. "Yes, yes you do."
"And I deserve to be put to hard work making you feel good, don't I?" He was walking around the bed, fingers brushing the sheets, his gaze fixed firmly on Shouta though the image had to be blurry. Hizashi did have awful eyesight after all but somehow it seemed like he was staring right through him the closer he got.
He let out a heavy breath watching eagerly as Hizashi came to a stop before him. "Yes."
Hizashi bent down making Shouta lean backwards, hands shaking against the sheets, as long thin hands pressed against his knees sliding up his thighs making him tremble at the touch and the blonde leaned his face closer to his. So close, so very close. "What do you want first, baby? What do you want more than anything?"
The words were whispers that were inches away making the dark-haired man shiver as he instinctively gripped at the sheet when his lashes dipping giving him the same heavy eyed, bedroom look Hizashi had. He swallowed as he then pulled himself onto the bed, wiggling to make the towel slip from his waist, down his thighs and onto the floor as Hizashi watched Shouta slide into his place in the middle of the bed. Just like earlier.
What did he want first? He could have anything, and the thought made his head spin. He felt like he had been let loose in the store of his dreams then being told to take whatever he wanted. What could he possibly ask for first? There was-He couldn't pin a single idea down. Then his gaze dropped to Hizashi's lips instinctively. His lips were a little thinner than his own, but they were so soft, and they were so absolutely perfect for kissing.
Especially those fluttering kisses, the deep long ones and just watching them move with his whispered words-
"Kiss me." Shouta ordered in a whisper of his own as he held his hands out towards Hizashi who climbed onto the bed, abandoning his own towel as his damp hair swung forward over his shoulders, the ends swinging forward to tickle Shouta's skin.
His legs spread to fit the blonde between them taking a quick breath then letting it rush out through his nose as their lips pressed together and he swore he felt every part of him jolt to attention. His hands raised instinctively to wrap around Hizashi's shoulders, arms sliding against them as he pulled the blonde against them, and he relished in the pleased hum he got from his husband as he settled down against him.
His chest pressed against his own making him shiver at the temptation to reach down and play with the piercings adorning his husband's nipples, something he'd gotten done after an impulsive night of drinking with coworkers and they both loved them. While the idea had been impulsive, he'd first come to Shouta with the idea and naturally he didn't care at the time for he hadn't seen just how much fun they'd be.
How much they both would enjoy the piercings once they had finished healing. Hizashi's lips moved happily against his own, as if he were pleased by the simple action as much as Shouta was, but this felt like a simple way of kissing. He wanted more. He took the initiative, the desire, to deepen the kiss which earned him another pleased hum. He slid a hand up into the blonde locks he so adored, damp but so sweet smelling. Fruity almost.
He took a breath through his nose as their lips moved faster. Urgency slipped into the deep kiss, the black-haired man going so far as to part his lips to deliver a little lick to his husband's bottom lip. The way the lips parted for him automatically, eagerly even, had his heart skipping in his chest as a soft moan slipped out of him into the kiss the moment their tongues met. It was playful and eager.
The way they flicked and twisted around one another as Shouta played with the tongue ring he had missed so dearly. He twitched feeling Hizashi's hand press against his thigh, rubbing at it soothingly it seemed, while Shouta dragged his nails across the blonde's scalp drawing a moan out of the blonde who squeezed his thigh tightly. As he kissed Hizashi, losing himself in the playful movement of their tongues and losing himself to the pure relief of finally getting what he wanted.
He could feel the sensations whispering through him. Heat. It was as if he was being soaked in gasoline and the first whispers of heat were tickling beneath his skin threatening to combust. He was painfully aware of how Hizashi kept his hips angled away from his own, but he barely minded when his hand slid up to the junction between his thigh and his groin rubbing idly before he reached down to gently grasp his balls.
The jolts of pleasure it sent through him when he began to roll them between his fingers with just the right amount of pleasure to get his hips twitching before jerking up was absolute magic. He groaned enthusiastically into his husband's mouth before the blonde pulled away. He bit his bottom lip before pulling away looking down at Shouta. Both seemed unable to regulate their breathing, fast and uneven when Hizashi smiled.
There was a mischievous look in his eyes as his breathing hitched for a moment and Shouta whined when he moved his hand away from his balls but moaned arching his hips eagerly as fingers wrapped around his growing erection. He clutched tighter at the blonde when he began feathering kisses down his jaw, against his shoulder then finally down to his chest where he drew a whimper from the dark-haired man as he began licking at his nipple.
His teeth nipped, before giving the sensitive thing a rough suck that had Shouta whimpering again though he tried to muffle it this time by pinching his lips together. While he liked being open about the noises he released sometimes his brain was too aware and right now he was feeling embarrassment at the sounds leaving him twice in a row. A sharp bite had him gasping, the burning pain ripping across his skin as Hizashi bit around the areola.
Left him hissing in a breath when the blonde licked at the hardened nipple all while his fingers slid and twisted around his erection. It was so much better than he imagined. He opened his mouth, to demand or even whine out his words, when Hizashi was flying up from his chest to cover his lips once again making satisfaction swell in his chest as he slid his left hand down Hizashi's back while the other remained tangled in the damp blonde locks.
He felt the man arch forward in response to the sensation of his hand sliding between his shoulder blades and down the center of his back, a moan leaving his throat as his tongue and lips attacked Shouta's with a fierceness that he responded too. Helpless to ignore. His hips thrust up into Hizashi's hand, the pleasure pooling into him like honey; slow and thick. He whined when Hizashi released him
The man seemed to make up for it by kissing Shouta so passionately it made his head spin as he began squirming against Hizashi who was making his own little movements against Shouta. He finally lifted away allowing both of them to gasp in a breath, then moving a hand up to rub at the drool threatening to spill past the corner of his lips and he smiled down at Shouta in a slow and meaningful way that it sent a flicker of heat underneath his skin.
"What next? What do you want to do now, Sho?"
What did he want? That was a loaded question, just like the first time Hizashi had asked but still he found himself staring wordlessly at his husband. His face felt hot, painfully hot, much like the rest of him but the blonde looked down at him with all the patient expectancy in the world. How many fantasies had he had in the past four weeks? How many ideas did he have about what he wanted?
How he would be greedy, he would be selfish, and take what he wanted from the man? So many scenarios did he want to play out in the past weeks and yet his mind was blank. He didn't know what to ask for first. He didn't know what to say. His breath was rushing in and out, anxiously as he stared back at Hizashi who continued to look at him with that heavy lidded look of patience and that smile on his lips making his heart pound.
He was burning. Hizashi knew exactly what he was doing, didn't he?
The man in question then bent down to place fluttering kisses against his hot cheek, seeming to revel in the feel of the scratch stubble beneath his lips and his lips traveled down the side of his face happily. Patiently. He nipped at the tip of his ear, blowing playfully making him twitch at the sensation, then resumed placing those fluttering kisses to his face once more until he was nipping at his jaw all while waiting.
Waiting for Shouta to answer, dammit. His lips trembled with the silently formed words, words he didn't know exactly what they were. It seemed that his vocal cords were rendered immobile in that moment as he struggled to grasp those words. Then it clicked in his mind, just like earlier. He wasn't the only one with fantasies, he wasn't the only one with ideas of what he wanted, and he wasn't the only one that more than likely wanted to be selfish or greedy.
In fact, while Hizashi was offering himself up to him on a literal silver platter for Shouta to order around tonight, he had the feeling that the blonde had some wants or fantasies of his own he wanted to play out. What would he say if-? "Wha-What do you want, Zashi? What d-do you want to do?"
"Huh?" The way Hizashi flew backwards to hover above him again, that sleepy bedroom look gone for an expression of such intense surprise that Shouta nearly burst out in laughter at just how comical it appeared. "What?"
"What?"
He took a deep breath, let it out slowly, then lifted his hands up to cup Hizashi's surprised face and found himself mesmerized by both the feel of the blush burning beneath his fingers along with the sight of the deep pink blooming in his husband's cheeks. It made him appear all the more lovely. "What did you say?"
Fucking hell, this was going to be a long night if Hizashi kept making him repeat himself. He cleared his throat as he struggled to choke down the anxiety that fluttered through him hand-in-hand with the excitement. "I said what d-do you want to do? It shouldn't be all about m-me. I mean, you-I did the same thing to you, didn't I? I didn't say anything and made you suffer too."
He paused as he swallowed before shifting his gaze up to his husband's, unaware he'd looked away from the pink face above him and found surprise melting away in those wide eyes. Slowly. It was being replaced with another look that Shouta was familiar with and a look that made his very bones ache with desire. Hunger. He looked as hungry as he was just minutes ago when they were eating.
"I should be punished too, if you have to be put to work, right? It's only fair to do something you want too. I want-"
"What do you want, baby?" Oh, that look. That sharp hunger, the way it seemed to make those green eyes glow at him. His voice was pitched low, still holding that husky tone but it seemed to rasp out of him as if he was eager, so unbelievably eager, to hear what he had to say, and it made Shouta shiver in response. "Tell me, baby, tell me what you want."
It was now or never. He took another breath staring right into those eyes that were setting him ablaze and the metaphorical gasoline that had been poured over him was ready to burst into flames underneath his skin. Just one trigger was all it took. And he was holding the lighter, all he had to do was throw it down. "I wa-want you to feel good too, Zashi."
"Roll over." Two simple words yet they had Shouta jumping to obey them simply because he wanted and needed to know what Hizashi was going to do. What kind of fantasies, wants, desires, did his husband buzzing around his head? What did he want to do? What would he do to him? "So, you want me to feel good? Well, I'm sure I will, baby, but you deserve that too. You deserve to feel good -to feel fucking fantastic- and I'll make sure we both do! Right?"
"R-Right!"
"Awesome! Tell me first, how many weeks has it been? How many weeks has this been drawn out?"
Huh? Didn't he-Was this a trick question? Shouta frowned at the sheets beneath him as he braced himself on his forearms and knees, his brows coming together as he tried to place the tone in his husband's voice. Was he missing something? "Ah, um, f-four weeks give or take. It'll be five weeks on Sunday. W-Why?"
"Thank you for telling me, Sho! I appreciate that, baby!" Was he not going to answer him? He sounded so cheerful that it could only mean something was going through his head but just what was it? Why ask now? Why would he bother knowing when-?
"Holy shit!" The words ripped out of him in a surprised shout, wobbling on his knees and arms as Hizashi's hand connected roughly with his ass making him jump before whipping his head to the side to stare over his shoulder with wide eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"
Hizashi smiled then, so angelically it was almost painful to look at, and his head tilted making his hair spill over his shoulder as he rubbed at the cheek he struck so suddenly with a soft hum before his smile turned into a dangerous smirk. "What do you think I'm doing, Sho? Four fucking weeks? Really? I'm just as responsible, just as guilty as you, but really? We let this go on for four weeks? And you fucking knew it! You were aware of it all this time!
His mouth dropped on a wheeze at that the dangerous tone his husband adopted. It sent shivers down his spine as he stared at those eyes narrowing on him as that angelic smile remained in place. For once he truly had no idea what to say to the blonde in that moment. The man then fluttered those blonde lashes at him as that hand continued to rub soft little circles into the lightly burning spot.
It sent tingles racing up his spine when his husband let his smile deepen into a smirk.
"You let us both go without! And because of that, that simple little knowledge of yours, I believe that you're not very good, Shouta. In fact, I'd say you've been quite bad to let it go on this long. A naughty boy." His hand then rose and came down sharply making Shouta yelp as he trembled at the other man's words, dropping his head down. Fuck, his voice was like a shot straight to- "How long were you gonna let this go on for, huh? How much longer did you think you'd go on like this?"
Words, words, he needed to find his words. His lips parted to speak, breathes rushing quickly past his lips as they formed what he thought were words that lined up with the ones floating incoherently through his mind, but he ended up shutting his mouth with an audible click of his teeth. Hizashi was waiting, he knew he was. He felt those eyes burning his skin as his fingers curled into the sheets gripping them tightly.
"I-I don't kn-know!"
His words quickly went from a quiet stutter to a howl as the blonde's hand came down harshly once again sending pain ripping across his skin, his toes curling tightly in response as that hand then lifted quickly and came down just as hard. "I think that's bullshit! You're fucking lying, baby, and you're not doing a good job! Just like earlier!"
He shuddered with a gasp at the snarl that was his husband's voice, just imagining what kind of face he was making had him wanting to squirm, but he reigned it in. Tensed himself because he knew it would only get him nowhere with the way Hizashi was going. "You like torturing yourself? Going without for so long? What if I decided to just walk away, huh? Left you alone right now?"
Oh, so that's what he was doing! Roleplay wasn't a stranger to either one of them but right now? God, it sent shudders down Shouta's spine at the way Hizashi was speaking to him. Not at all like his usual gushing self and it was arousing as all hell. Shouta wasn't as good at roleplay as Hizashi was, but he could play along best he could. He could do that. It was just like dirty talk. It had taken him years to be as vocal and open as he was now.
And honestly, he was glad for it. Dirty talk just came like second nature to him because he loved how it could get Hizashi off like nothing else. Ah, shit, he was supposed to answer! He felt Hizashi's glare burning into him. "I don't- Please, Zashi? I want-"
"And what if I don't care what you want? What if I do what I want too, huh? What are you gonna do about it?" Hizashi questioned in a hiss that made Shouta whimper when the hand came down with another blow that had him jerking forward on his arms, a cry leaving his lips as he felt his husband moving behind him.
Was he going to do it? But what about the condom? The lube? He didn't have either of them yet and Shouta always insisted on having the condom because sometimes he just wanted to lay in bed with his husband after all was done and finished. He didn't care for having to clean himself up like that but sometimes in a blue moon they would-
"Fuck, Zashi!" His words flew out of him on a cry as his head dropped to press his forehead against his arms, gasping in a breath that very quickly turned into a loud moan that he didn't dare to muffle. He knew Hizashi wanted to hear him.
Would demand to hear him. No matter how embarrassing it was, he would want to hear it all. The strong reaction pulled out of him was in response to the blonde quite literally ripping his cheeks apart and delivering a lick to his hole. The sensation was far from foreign as it was something they both enjoyed doing to one another, but Hizashi perhaps loved it more. Shouta knew he loved it once in a while, not one for being eaten out every time but it was still so-
"Jesus Christ! Wa-Warn me next time! I-I-Mmm, fuck! Zashi, please, please!"
The groan he got in response was absolutely shudder worth as he panted against the sheets, the heat creating an uncomfortable little pocket that made him crave fresh air, but he wasn't sure he could even lift his head. His-It was quite literally firing sparks under his skin. The way his tongue licked and undulated that tongue piercing against the ring of muscle before kissing both it and his burning cheek was making his head spin.
Then he was crying out when Hizashi's tongue pushed against the muscles finding little resistance thanks to the stretch Shouta had given himself earlier and he arched his hips backwards as the piercing rubbed against his inner walls. It was a sensation he adored, loved, craved sometimes and he was writhing on his knees as Hizashi gripped his hips tightly as if to hold him in place. He yelled out his husband's name again when one hand moved from his hips, feeling a finger wriggling inside alongside his tongue.
There was a slight burn of discomfort was quickly forgotten as the digit stretched until- The wail that left his lips was absolutely embarrassing. It was high, not at all like himself, and he yet he couldn't stop it. He felt the blonde dig into his hip painfully as he let out a high keening moan himself while he stroked and pressed against Shouta's prostate drawing more high sounds from the man until he was screaming incoherently,
Babbling, screaming ,wailing, howling pitches of the blonde's name into the sheets as he tried jerking his hips backwards. It had only been a few moments of this but God if it wasn't setting him ablaze, hotter than anything he'd ever experienced, and he was going to burn into ash. He was going to melt right through his husband's hands, and he didn't mind it. It felt like seconds were ticking by as hours and hours.
That absolutely sinful tongue and finger never stopped moving and he just couldn't take it anymore. The lust, the hunger, tightening his gut and gripping his very body straight down to his cells it felt was too much. Too much, too much. Not enough, he needed more. Too much. Not enough. He was-! "Hizashi, you're driving me fucking crazy!"
His husband pulled away at his howled words, both of them gasping in breaths while that finger continued to rub against his prostate for just a moment longer before pulling away making Shouta wail in response. That's not what he wanted! He didn't want him to stop-!
"Relax, baby, relax! I ne-need to grab the lube and I promise, I promise-"His words cut off with a moan as Shouta looked over his shoulder. What face was he making to cut off the blonde like that? Was he as wrecked looking as he felt? "God, Sho! You should see yourself right now, I swear you'd be just as fucking horny!"
"Hurry, Zashi, hurry, hurry! Please!"
He felt like rocking on his knees impatiently, slightly embarrassed at the whine that was his voice, as he watched the blonde shift on the bed closer to the dresser drawer to tug it open with a rattle and reached inside with a scowl on his face when he didn't find the tube immediately. He let out a victorious crowing sound as he tugged it out finally, turning to Shouta with pride on his face at having found it.
He then climbed back into position behind the black-haired man who whimpered eagerly at the sound of the cap popping open. Ah, wait- "Wha-What about the con-"
"I think tonight is special, don't you?" Hizashi replied quietly before leaning forward to place a kiss against his back making him shiver and he whined when Hizashi delivered a lick against his skin allowing the metal of his piercing to drag against his skin. It was such an interesting sensation and Shouta lived for it. "We don't do it that often, but do you really want me to take the time to get it open and on? Because I don't have that patience, Sho! And I want to be in you so bad, so very bad, that I think if I wait a second more-"
"Please, Zashi! Just hurry the fuck up already!" Shouta shouted back with exasperation, listening to the groan he got from the blonde and he knew that once they really got into it that his quirk would act up like it always did and it sent shivers down his spine.
While it was painful sometimes with the frequencies he jumped too, he just loved the fact that Hizashi enjoyed himself so much that he lost control of himself. That he wanted him just as much as he wanted the blonde. He could hear the slick sound of Hizashi covering his erection in lube, his heart racing painfully in his chest when he felt Hizashi's other hand press against his back firmly. So insistently that he finally realized what he wanted, and Shouta slid his arms up above his head.
Pressing his chest down against the bed then he pressed his hot cheek against the cool sheets. His hips were arched higher, tugged and coaxed into position by Hizashi's respective dry and slick hand. He was prepared to bark at him again when finally, finally he was-! "Yes! Yes, yes! Oh God, fuck yes!"
He gasped so wildly it hurt his throat, the air rasping down painfully, but it was nothing compared to the absolute euphoria that gripped him as Hizashi slid into him slowly until he bottomed out with his pelvis pressed against him. The blonde was panting just as fast as Shouta, both of them trembling against one another while Shouta's hands gripped at the sheets fiercely and Hizashi had begun clawing absentmindedly at his hips.
"Fucking hell, Sho, how can you still feel so tight after earlier? You -ah, fucking yes! - were going to town on yourself earlier, how is that possible? Ho-How can you still be- Nnngh, give me a minute, baby! Just a second, let yo-yourself adjust-"
"I don't need to! Don't need too, Zashi, 'm ready! I can't-Please, just fucking move! I can ta-take it!"
Was that his voice, slurring out in such a lustful moan? He felt Hizashi shudder behind him, nails digging into his skin when he leaned forward then jerked back in a rocking movement that made a high keening moan leave the blonde. The sound made his ears throb faintly, still sensitive from earlier, and he would be damned if he told Hizashi to tone it down. He'd rather die.
He rocked his hips forward then back again as the blonde whimpered himself, nails biting painfully at his skin, merely watching as Shouta began working himself up with each movement of his lower half. It was custom, tradition even, for Hizashi to let him pick the pace before answering in kind and then letting the black-haired man choose how they went from there but God, he wanted him to move!
"Move! Move, move, move! I need-I want- Fuck me! Just fuck me, Zashi! I need it! I need it so badly! I need you! Please!"
He panted against the sheets as he slid his arms down to brace his forearms underneath his chest for leverage as he rocked himself forward and backwards, gaining speed with each backwards push, feeling Hizashi wobbling with each movement before his hips began rocking forward. Yes, yes! He gasped in a breath that had his chest heaving with the movement, the position a bit uncomfortable to do so but he began moving himself faster.
Hizashi slid his hands from his hips to his waist to claw at the flesh there sending shivers down his spine as his hips thrusted forward. It was a bit clumsy at first, with the blonde trying to figure out the rhythm better and then attempting to meet the thrusts of Shouta's hips before he grasped it. He thrusted into his husband for all his worth, pulling back then slamming forward meeting each of Shouta's movements with his own.
Drawing loud moans out of the both of them though from Shouta's flinch he could tell it was too loud. He already burst the light bulb in their ceiling fan earlier, he needed to tone it down unless he wanted to burst the light bulbs in their lamps or perhaps even crack the window. While the room was sound proofed as efficiently as they could afford the window was glass after all and could crack.
Not easily, of course, but if he lost himself enough, he knew Shouta would be angry if he cracked the window. The pace, the pace. It was a frenzy, an absolute manic jerking of hips flying forward on Hizashi's side and moving backwards for Shouta. The slick sound of the lubricant squelching quietly each time he thrusted forward, the sweat that was building and glistening like a sheen across their skin, beading on their forehead made the heat of the room positively thicken in their throats.
Even the impact of their skin slapping together, the quiet grunts it was all so-!
"God, you're so good, baby! I-I can't-Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I pro-promise I won't ever let it go so long again! I'll ne-never let you go without! Be-Because I need you too, Sho! Need you so bad I might die! I can't live without this! Do-Don't have a chance! You feel s-so hot, so tight, and so- Yes! Yes! Fucking yes! Give me more, baby, more! Give it to me so goood! Keep moving, just like that! Like that! Fuck, baby!"
Shouta felt like he couldn't breathe. His body was so unbelievably hot, twitching at the nails dragging at his skin, and his head was spinning as his chest heaved for air. His hips moved instinctively, harder, faster, against Hizashi's meeting his thrusts until he was sure he could feel the bed moving underneath him in response to their frantic, frenzied movements. He was moaning, yelling at some points, but it sounded strange to his own ears.
Like it wasn't his voice that was rising and keening like that despite the strain in his throat that assured him it was indeed him making them. The pace, the thrusts, was brutal. It was hot, and it was desperate, absolutely lustful, even showing that hunger that sizzled through both men. It was the most desperate sex he thinks they've ever had in their fifteen years of knowing one another. It wasn't even like this the one time Shouta had been gone for a week for undercover work.
Was it because they were so close to each other this whole time? So close but not acting on the desires? Was that why it was so desperate? So hot? He could hear Hizashi gasping behind him, similar to his own breaths, babbling in English once again as he shouted his praises for Shouta despite the man not understanding too clearly. He understands some words, shivering at the sound of them dripping off of Hizashi's lips, but the rest was gibberish.
It would be irrational, silly even, for him not to have picked up some words and phrases from his husband. He was far from fluent like Hizashi was, but God did it make it more erotic that he couldn't understand most of it. He loved that Hizashi could lose himself so entirely in the moment that he failed to notice he was slipping into English. The man's voice behind was cresting higher, wailing loudly.
Trembling as his hips slammed so forcefully against him it was making Shouta jerk forward and he was sure to return the favor by thrusting himself backwards just as hard It felt strangely vindictive the way they would make sure the other physically moved with their thrusts, returning the favor happily, until they were dissolving into a mess of howls and wails of babbled words. Shouta was sure, so completely sure, that this was the hottest, most desperate sex they've ever had.
And he loved it. He wanted more. He needed more. He heard himself distantly screaming out his husband's name as a hand slipped beneath him to grab his weeping erection stroking it quickly as best he could in time with their wild movements. Left him clawing at the sheets gasping in a breath. His throat hurt, his skin burned, and his hips were beginning to ache, but God help him he wanted more.
He wanted this to last longer, to go on for much longer but he could feel his orgasm beginning to make itself known. It wasn't wild but it was building, and he knew the longer he focused on it the more likely he was that he would reach it and God he didn't want too! The moment he came was the moment it was over.
"Za-ah! -shi! Zashi, I don't wan' t' cu-cum! Don't wanna!" He wailed loudly in that slurring way he had before, as if he wasn't accustomed to language and the answering howl leaving Hizashi's lips rang painfully in his ears, but he didn't care. He didn't care one bit.
"You d-don't wanna?" Shudders. That husky, cracking tone had his back arching instinctively as he squirmed with a whimper. But he wasn't going to take it back. He didn't want to come yet and he backed it up with a nod as another trembling whimper flew out of him as those hips struck against him fiercely.
He reached down forcing the stroking hand to stop, instead forcing the fingers to tighten around him until he was crying out at the pain it sent jolting through him and then he was wailing out when Hizashi stopped moving. He stopped moving.
"No, no! Zashi, please! Don't-Don't stop! I-I-" He felt tears building in his eyes when Hizashi slid out of him making him whimper and gasp for air as he began to twist to look over his shoulder only for the grip on his legs to make him jump as he was yanked. His right leg flew over Hizashi's shoulder as he flipped onto his back and stared up at his husband as he panted.
What was he doing? Was there a point to flipping and jerking him around? He loved the red coloring to his husband's face, the sweat that was rolling down the sides of his face making his hair cling to his face and throat as he was moving quickly between his legs again while lifting his waist up and- He cried out in bursts, as if he didn't have the air for one long cry as Hizashi pushed back into him leaning forward planting his hands on either side of Shouta's head.
He held still for a moment, just one moment, before he was thrusting. It was slow but it was building back to the pace they had before and Shouta was sliding against the sheets, his feet struggling to find the support they needed in order to thrust back like he had on his knees and Hizashi seemed to understand. Thank God he understood. He was then yanked up as Hizashi sat backwards crossing his legs underneath him as he pulled the man into his lap.
He was able to move a little better, his hips lifting and falling against the blonde who thrusted upwards, unfolding his legs immediately when the awkward movements made Shouta whimper. He dragged his nails down Shouta's back fiercely, harshly, no doubt leaving red lines on the pale skin in their wake, and it had his hips slamming down harder than he intended making Hizashi, even the bed, bounce with his movement.
His own nails clawed at those freckled shoulders he loved so much while he gasped. He shuddered as Hizashi clawed at his lower back fiercely before Shouta forced him backwards onto his back, his head dangerously close to the edge of the bed, but the sight of his husband was so beautiful. So, so beautiful. His red face and glassy eyes staring up at him, his lips parted in gasping breaths that made his chest heave, his hands squeezing his thighs tightly were amazing.
He wasn't going to last.
Oh, he wasn't going to stand another minute of fighting off the orgasm that he knew was inevitable, but he knew he could make it better for Hizashi. He bent down as their hips regained their frenzied, pounding movements in the new position as he licked at the stiff nipple on his husband's chest making him cry out his name loudly making the very lamp closest to them tremble from his voice and his ears to throb.
Delighting in the wicked little temptation, he swirled his tongue around the nipple, the rim of his areola, then he undulated his tongue in a manner that it lifted one side of the piercing before he leaned in taking the metal in his mouth and tugging it so one ball was pressed tight against his nipple making him wail. His hips jackhammered up into him, fingers digging painfully into his thighs.
Moaning as they squirmed and writhed in between thrusts until Shouta was sure Hizashi was getting close as well. So close, everything had always been so close to him lately and here he was again at that edge. He was climbing higher, higher, the orgasm building like a pressure in his groin and made his thighs tremble as he bit then suckled at his husband's nipple until hands were in his hair yanking his head back.
Lips and teeth then attacked his throat making him moan so enthusiastically, so loud, that he knew his throat was going to hurt for a while. He just had to be thankful tomorrow was Friday and that he wouldn't have to listen to his coworkers, or the students comment on his throat all week long. It wouldn't take much to connect the dots if they heard just how hoarse Hizashi would be as well.
He cried out before he could stop himself when teeth sank into his skin hard, sending pain burning across his skin until a suckling movement of the mouth on his throat and a tongue soothed over the skin making it tingle viciously. He didn't want to be so loud when he was close to Hizashi's hearing aids. It hurt his husband's ears and that was the last thing he wanted to do because while Hizashi could hurt his ears it was never intentional.
Besides, he loved it. He loved, loved, loved everything about his husband in this moment. He wanted to worship him, his Hizashi, for hours. Wanted to remember his body and the way he twisted, the way he twitched, then jumped to his touch. Wanted to taste the salt of his sweat on his tongue and he wanted to bite at his skin leaving marks of his own. He whimpered loudly, throwing his head back when fingers wrapped around his throbbing erection.
Squeezing tightly as the blonde began stroking it quickly, eagerly even. He couldn't hold on much more. His orgasm was rising, and he was burning at a fever pitch as he clawed at Hizashi's chest desperately as if it could war off both of their orgasms. He needed-just give him-Hizashi, he was-!
"Do it, baby, do it! Come on, you know you want too, deep down! I wanna see you cum for me, I wanna hear you, baby!" Hizashi gasped out in such a hoarse voice so close to his ear that Shouta let out another stuttered cry as his nails sank into the blonde's skin and he got an answering moan as the hips beneath him began stuttering much like his own. "You're right there, right there, come on! Do it with me, baby! I prom-promise this isn't going to be the only round tonight, God far from it, but you have to cum first! It's okay, Sho, it's okay, I-I'm gonna-Ah, ah! Nnngh, I- Shouta, baby, I'm cumming! Cumming, Shouta! Take it! Fucking take it! I-"
The black-haired man swooped down pressing their lips together fiercely, his own lips throbbing from the impact, but he didn't care, didn't care, because he was tipping over the edge. He was falling and he was shouting into the kiss before he could stop himself and-and- Hizashi threw his head back, breaking the kiss as he howled reaching out grabbing his waist yanking him down in time to his harsh thrusts before tensing up.
He could feel the both of them trembling, gasping as he felt the heat of Hizashi's semen shooting into him and it had him shouting out his husband's name like a prayer, like a plea, like a promise as he felt his own orgasm tearing through him with each twitch his erection gave as his own come landed on his stomach. He faintly heard it, confirmed it when his eyes lazily drifted over to the bedside table to see the glass from the shattered light bulb.
Hizashi had popped the lightbulb in that lamp. Another one. Fuck, why was that hot? He finally breathed in after his orgasm ended, the air whistling down much like Hizashi's as Shouta let himself fall forward onto the blonde's chest. Their chests heaved against one another's as Hizashi's wraps his arms around his lower back, breathlessly peppering kisses on his shoulder before rolling over onto his side keeping him close as they tried to catch their breaths. It was quiet save for their desperate breathing.
"Holy. Fucking. Shit." Hizashi got out breathlessly in between each heaving breath he took, and Shouta gathered enough air to hum back in acknowledgement when Hizashi began lightly following what he could only assume were the angry, red lines on the black-haired man's back.
The blonde's voice was husky, bordering on the hoarseness that had begun creeping in with his last shouts and Shouta loved the sound. Loved, loved, loved, he loved everything that was happening. Didn't he already have that thought? He didn't know, his thoughts were lazily swimming around his head as he buried his face into the blonde's throat. Mmm, he was so warm. Was he also that warm?
Or was he as hot as he felt? Hizashi was hot, warm, soft beneath his hands. "Yo-You realize that that was the fucking hottest sex we've had, like, ever? Like, oh my fucking god, Shouta-"
"Don't even suggested doing this again." He grunted out against his throat as his eyes drooped then shut as he enjoyed the euphoric, languid feeling slithering through him as he curled a leg around his husband's waist in order to keep him inside comfortably for a few more moments. Even flaccid, it felt amazing having Hizashi inside of him after so long. "We are not doing some abstinent bullshit like that again, even if it wasn't intentional. I won't go through that again."
"No, no! I wasn't going to suggest that at all! I just mean, that was really hot! Like, actually animalistic! We should fuck like that more often, shouldn't we?" The blonde asked curiously as his hands continued drifting up and down his back lazily, sometimes shifting to drape his fingertips against his sweaty skin when he smiled. "I can't believe it though. Four fucking weeks. I can't believe that! I don't think we've gone that long before! Ever!"
"Ever? Really?"
"Well, I mean, ever since we started dating, we've always been going at each other and even after we got Hitoshi and Eri we were still fucking on the regular. I don't think we've ever just stopped before."
"And it's never going to happen again. I won't let it happen again." Shouta got out on a breath, before pulling his face from Hizashi's throat and forcing his eyes open to look at his husband's equally flushed face lifting a hand up to touch the red cheek. "I meant it."
"Meant what?"
"That I need you, so much, all the time whether it's just being near me or having sex. I need you and I won't let it get that bad ever again because even IF you didn't fully notice it until yesterday, I know you. You were suffering through it just like I was only I bet you didn't realize it and it was making you frustrated at times, right? We can't do this to ourselves, we're too old to not listen to ourselves when we want something."
"You aren't wrong, baby! Even if it's just sex, it won't do for either of us getting so pent up like that. Even if it's the hottest fucking sex we've ever had in a while!"
"Of course, I'm not wrong." He paused then smirked. "Besides, isn't it always you that says that if you're not under the asexual or demisexual umbrella that wanting to fuck is just a natural human instinct? A need just like it's a need for food or water?"
"That I did! But it's true, at least for me! I mean, I have the hottest husband in the fucking world, baby! How could I not want you all the time?" The spark, the light in those eyes made a fresh wave of heat burst into his cheeks which made the blonde giggle as he leaned in kissing his hot cheek. "You're hot, beautiful, sexy, desirable, and you're all mine."
"You sound like some greedy little kid, Zashi."
If Hizashi heard his mumbled words, he ignored it. Ignored it of sighing out in that playful, dreamy manner as lips pressed against his damp forehead then pushed at the strands clinging to his skin. "I think I may just be the luckiest person ever to have met you, Sho. Maybe it was dest-"
"Don't you dare start talking about fate and destiny after having fucked me, Hizashi Yamada. I swear to God, I'll divorce you right now if you do." He replied in a deadpanned voice, but it made the blonde giggle softly as he kisses the tip of his nose and found himself smiling despite his tone, his empty threat.
Then he was leaning forward to kiss the soft smatter of freckles across his husband's nose, fainter on his cheeks but still he'd spot them from a mile away. Hizashi's giggles, the kisses he pressed to his husband's face, they all warmed his heart. It felt ready to burst, if he was honest with himself. He kissed the freckles on his nose again, so lovingly that the soft giggle he got from Hizashi sounded warmer and more affectionate than humorous.
He pulled back to find the warmth, the affection, that he'd heard in that giggle in his face and echoed in his eyes. He brushed at the hair sticking to his own sweaty face tucking it behind his ears. "How are your ears? You didn't hurt yourself, did you? Did I? I know if it gets too loud sometimes the feedback-"
"I'm fine, Sho! Doesn't hurt at all! Though I should be asking you that question, I know for a fact I hurt your ears. How are they?" A hand pressed against the side of his neck, a thumb brushing his jaw and he smiled softly at his husband. Ever concerned for the other, it was a never-ending cycle.
"Mine are fine."
His ears were ringing, and they did throb painfully once in a while, but it was nothing distracting him from the moment and he was quite happy. So happy, in fact, that he kissed Hizashi's nose again making the man laugh. "My god, I don't think I've seen you this affectionate in a long while! Since we were teens, probably! I mean, you're affectionate but not this affectionate! You're reaching me levels of affection, Sho. I might start thinking you like me or something!"
He found a giggle rising in his own throat, a twinge of embarrassment because he meant for it to be a chuckle, but what came out instead was a happy little giggle that Hizashi echoed. "Strange, I was going to say the same thing. Do you like me or something, Yamada? It's a little strange how close you are to me all the time, raising kids together and sleeping with me. Are you sure you don't have a crush on me?"
The giggles flying out of them were mind-blowing to Shouta. They sounded like a pair of teenage girls at a sleepover and the wide smiles just grew wider the longer they looked at one another. Euphoric one might say they were. "Are you sure you're not talking about yourself, Aizawa? I'd say you've been clinging onto me for a while now and I don't know how to deal with it! Begging me to fuck you and raise kids with you and saying you love me and junk! I think you like me more than you want to admit, don't you?"
"God, you're so fucking stupid!" Shouta finally got out on a cackle as Hizashi laughed, rolling over on top of Shouta as the both of them shook against one another with the laughter bursting out of them. Once it died down on a sigh from Shouta and a hum with Hizashi, his eyes raised instinctively to meet with the blonde's, and he felt a little flutter in his stomach.
Hizashi was so wrong in his earlier statement that he was beautiful or sexy or even hot or desirable. Not when he had Hizashi, the most beautiful person he had ever seen next to him, glowing radiantly like this with his hair rumpled wildly due to it having been damp beforehand and rubbing against the sheets. His flushed cheeks. The freckles. His lashes fluttered when he blinked. Even his stupid little mustache.
"You're wrong, you know."
"Hmm?"
"About me. I'm not any of those things, not with you here. You're far more radiant and far more beautiful than me and that's a fact. I'm the lucky one. Lucky you put up with my grumpy ass all the time and lucky you forgave me after I dropped off the face of the planet after we graduated. I'm lucky to simply have you." He could see a shimmer in Hizashi's eyes, a shimmer that often-signaled tears, and the soft smile on his lips seemed to melt the blonde against him as he reached up stroking his pink cheeks. "I love you, Hizashi."
"You're going to make me cry, stop it!" Hizashi cried out then like he would any other time making Shouta's smile widen and he reached up rubbing his thumbs against the blonde's eyes feeling the wetness gathering there then pulling away allowing the other to open his eyes. "I love you too, Shouta. And I'm not wrong. You'll always be those things to me and there's nothing you can do to change it!"
He pressed a soft kiss to Shouta's throat, then to his jaw, right up to his lips that tingled in expectation and kissed him so deeply he felt his toes curl before pulling back making him whine. "Let's get you cleaned up, no sense in letting it collect all night long, right? I mean, I guess there's no point if we're going to keep going, but I know you like to be clean and hate when it builds up on you. Okay?"
Shouta chuckled as he blinked lazily, his smile wide and rather euphoric to the blonde. So beautiful he was. "Okay."
Hizashi's answering smile sent flutters through Shouta, the sight bright and absolutely delighted as he looked down at him. "Good boy! Let's do this so I can make love to you this time. And then again. And again. And again."
"Sounds good to me." Shouta breathed out with his smile as he sat up pressing a kiss to Hizashi's jaw softly making the other blush anew but the lovelight he saw in those green eyes was worth it. It was always worth it.