Fifty Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

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

46. The Edge

Hizashi loved the sound of Shouta's singing. He'd heard it the night they dipped into food play, heard it a few times over the soft humming but to hear the vocalization of those words? To hear his husband's voice bouncing off the bathroom walls, trembling and so damn sweet it made his heart hurt? It was the highlight of his life. While his husband didn't pitch his voice on high notes it was nice.

However the mere fact that Shouta was happy enough to sing in the shower? To sing at all? That meant a lot. He honestly was in awe to stumble into the bedroom sighing out after tucking up Eri, reading to her and brushing out her hair before putting it in braids like she wanted. It was a relief when he had finally gotten away when those pale lashes of hers began drooping towards her pink cheeks.

When her breath was deepening by the end of her story. Then he had begun crooning a soft, sweet song to her until she fell asleep did, he managed to come downstairs to a little concert of his own. The sound of Shouta's voice ringing to him from the bathroom, mixing with the splashing and pelting of the water, had his heart jumping to his throat with delight. Ever since the erotic humiliation he had been swamped with guilt.

His husband, on the other hand, was anything but guilty. In fact, it was another of those rare instances where he was happy. Euphoric. Not even the rough week of a new training course had swayed his husband the slightest bit. That pink flush on his cheeks, the sparkle in his eyes and the way he smiled so much easier at him when they were alone were all evidence of that happiness. He did feel proud he did that.

But he cringed to think of the cause. While it was one thing to talk dirty during sex, he felt he'd been unnecessarily rough and cruel to the black-haired man whether he wanted to admit it or not. Shouta cried. He wasn't going to say he would never do it with Shouta again but he certainly didn't want to do it any time soon. And his husband understood. It was an intense thing emotionally on both of them.

Though he had the firm belief that it wasn't as hard on him as it was on Shouta. Anyone would be upset after a day of mocking, demeaning, belittling and nitpicking things apart. Hurt. But his husband had thrived off it despite the tears in his eyes during that spanking. The embarrassed shift to his eyes as he scrubbed and did everything without a word to him. It was a toll, but he had been warned ahead of time that it would be.

And while it made his husband so happy, he wasn't sure he could do it again so soon. Sure, he had thrown in a few degrading things in when they were having sex but nowhere near as heated as it would have been. It was weak and even Shouta knew it. He knew it. It was hard to shake the strange guilt when he saw that happiness on his husband's face, and he tried to hide it. Tried to forget the crueler things he'd said to him.

Because yes, God, yes it was fucking hot to have sex on the living room floor. Yes, he'd burned when Shouta had slid and grinded against his thigh. Had his hands in his hair. The whimpers and squirms before he'd needed the bathroom. The way his head had rested gently against his knee as his hand clung to him fiercely. As if he would fly away the moment he let go. And yes, he liked hearing his husband wailing back those vulgar words.

But everything else? It weighed on him. It had him contacting his personal therapist to talk it out. To explain everything only to get some rather sage advice. If something wasn't making him happy but made Shouta happy then they needed to talk about it. It would only build up, bother him more and eventually it would be taken out on Shouta. On himself. On their marriage. His therapist told him he needed direct about it.

He needed open communication on how he felt in the aftermath of the erotic humiliation. He had hesitated at first at the mere idea of it. However, with Shouta tucked into his arms, his face in the black-haired man's throat did he find himself whispering all of it. Spilling his guts to his husband feeling those arms gradually tightening around him until Shouta was murmuring back to him. Agreeing it was difficult, but he wanted him to know he loved it.

That he enjoyed it. But if Hizashi didn't? Then it would be a rare occurrence. It would be once in a blue moon. And if they never went back to it? It was fine. And that had been that. They talked more the following morning as they got ready for work, those dark eyes were warm when they rested on him. Then he'd reached up cupping his face as Shouta told him it was absolutely fine. That he understood perfectly.

That he didn't mind. And yet it bothered him more just how understanding Shouta was. It led to him looking over the list, seeing the more intense things they had left. And that left him feeling anxious. He didn't want something intense again, not so soon. And so, he came up with a little game plan. He would give Shouta control that he'd held during that erotic humiliation; he would let Shouta play with orgasm control.

Edging. Hizashi had edged himself many times in his life, always getting, getting, getting there before stopping himself right at that near peak. How he had squirmed, writhed and whimpered pitifully to himself as his hips bucked wildly as if it would get him to that orgasm even. How he scrunched his hands into fists to keep from touching. The orgasm that followed after it never failed to shatter his entire being.

It would white him out to the pleasure until he came back to himself twitching, whining on the bed with his come on his stomach with his breaths wheezing out of him. Always damn good. However, he'd never done it specifically with Shouta. He'd always gotten to an orgasm because with his husband? Oh, an orgasm was so good that he couldn't think of stopping sometimes. And yet if his husband was in distress?

If he was panicking or hurting? Then it was done. He hadn't edged himself in a good while but to have someone else, do it? That sounded damn exciting to try. To let his husband twist, stroke and suck him close, close, close before stopping? Maybe even riding him the way he did? Until that beautiful hair of his flying around his flushed face as his hands rested on his chest to push off with the addition of his knees.

Hips that slammed down on his pelvis hard. Coming down harder. Faster. All to bring him to an orgasmic peak only for Shouta to climb off. Oh, that was a fantasy that formed rather quickly, rather happily here recently. The mere idea of Shouta taking some control, of choosing when or if he came at all? Edging him again and again until he couldn't take it anymore? It was a beautiful image. A revenge that Shouta hadn't asked for.

Not wanted, not asked for but rather one that he wanted the man to take.

To get back at him for all of those things he'd said, he'd done, during the erotic humiliation. So, he settled himself on the bed. Listening to Shouta's soft voice ringing from the bathroom. Singing some idle song that must have been played a million times on their speaker from one of Shouta's favorite movies. Just like that the tension was melting away. Something sweet, something simple for tonight.

He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip when he looked to the bathroom door waiting for Shouta to come walking out; to find those full lips tip into a smile when he let himself gawk at the black-haired man's damp skin. He wanted to see those dark eyes flash at him with a hint of that heat. His heart sprinted against his chest spreading that excitement, that impatience, through him until his knees were bouncing.

Then he gripped his ankles tightly; feeling like a little boy waiting for his present. Waiting to see his favorite person. And it wasn't quite off the mark; the only difference is he was a grown man waiting to see his husband leave the bathroom. To stare at him like he hadn't seen him in days. Which wasn't quite wrong. Shouta had, just like before summer break, begun staying three nights at the dorms each week.

It was a struggle, but he truly didn't trust himself to sleep at the dorms with his husband. To keep from absolutely giving in and fucking his husband into the shitty, twin mattress until the other teachers were whining to Nezu. Until they were chewed out for their "harlotry". And it was because he didn't trust himself not to do that that he stayed at home with the cats. With Eri and Hitoshi circling through the house.

More often than not the little albino girl would cuddle into his lap at night after dinner while they talked to Shouta over the phone for her good-night wishes from the man. Now that he was home, Hizashi planned on keeping the man close. Squeeze him to his chest. Burying his face in that soft throat of his. To have the scratch of his stubble against his own face or his forehead when he did so.

To have black hair that would fall onto his face. The twist of their legs where Shouta would press his frigid feet to his warm calves scaring him awake. He was home and he was going to enjoy it. He perked up then, listening to the water come a stop in the bathroom followed by his husband's voice going quiet. As if he had somehow believed the water was hiding it. He smiled as his feet wiggled in his grip.

Bouncing, he could hear faintly as Shouta hummed softly. Hear the metal rings of the shower curtain on the bar. Not as clear as it would be with the door open, but it had his heart jumping in his chest. Excitement was an easily contagious thing, he was coming to find. Even if his heart hurt at the thought of their challenge coming to an end soon with four measly options left, he had to admit that he was eager.

To see what Shouta would have to say about it once it was over. If Shouta would opposed to doing another one. He listened to the sound of the hair dryer being turned on, the sound deafening even through the door as he let himself look over when his phone pinged up at him with a notification from the group chat with Yagi and Nemuri in it. Letting go of his ankles, he reached over scooping his phone up and hummed quietly.

With a distracted hum, he opened the chat reading over the most recent messages from the pair. He then opened his keyboard and letting his thumbs fly over the screen. It was a quick little thing of a mere question on if he wanted to go out with them. Well, more like Nemuri wanted to know if he would go out. Get Yagi to socialize a bit. Letting himself flop backwards, he watched the little dots bouncing lightly on the screen.

A fast back and forth between the two of them meant that by the time the hair dryer was turned off in the bathroom, he and Nemuri already had a whole afternoon planned out for going out. Making quick work to turn his 'Do not Disturb' option on, he plopped his phone on the bedside table when he bit his lip wondering if he would need the condoms and lube yet. After all, there was no guarantee there'd be sex tonight.

It could be another one of those nights where Shouta simply didn't want sex. And the absolute last thing he was going to do was drag everything out only for his husband to turn that adorable red. For him to stutter as he explained he wasn't in the mood. He wouldn't do that to him tonight. So, he would bring it up. But should he be blunt? Or be subtle? Which would be better for an approach?

He hasn't gone wrong with being blunt or bold, but would Shouta be spooked away? Or would he delight in it? Drumming his fingers on his ankles as he grabbed them once again, he pursed his lips together only to look over when the bathroom door opened, and he couldn't help but sigh softly to himself. How lucky he got. Shouta blinked at him only to smirk as he flicked at a droplet trailing down his chest from his shoulder.

Watching Shouta tilt his head at the blonde and he again drummed his fingers on his ankles delightedly. Black brows raised at him then when he looked down to his wriggling, drumming fingers only to look back up. "What have you been thinking about out here? You look like a mischievous little fucker with a bad idea."

He laughed at the playful little trace in his husband's voice as Shouta walked over to the bed, his towel slipping a bit against his waist revealing a hint of those hips, the sight of his happy trail that would give way to the wild curls he had to ask Shouta to let him trim. Make it look at least halfway decent even if he was the only one to see it. His heart jumped delightedly in his chest as he held his hands out for the black-haired man.

"C'mere and I'll tell you!"

His husband scoffed playfully, his lips curling into a smirk as he climbed onto the bed. Coming to him first before going to the dresser for clothing had to be a good sign. Very good. "What's going on in your head, Zashi? You've been thinking about something since I got home. Just spill your guts already because it probably isn't as bad as your brain is making it out to be."

"You know me so well!" He sighed out as the black-haired man snickered, crawling into his arms and settling onto his lap as he marveled at the heat radiating off of his skin from his shower. He'd really have to find a way to get Shouta to turn the water down just a bit when he showered.

"I hope I do. We've been together too long for me to not know you."

"True, true!" Backburner; talk to Shouta about his scolding, hell water temperature showers and shaving. Put a pin in it! He then cleared his throat lightly to focus on the main subject he wanted to talk to the black-haired man about. "So, I've been thinking about last week. With the erotic humiliation."

"Zashi, do you still feel bad about that? Because you don't have too, you know. I loved it and I had fun but it's not worth it if it's making you so unhappy now." Shouta's voice was a soft sigh against the side of his neck as his head rested on his shoulder.

He couldn't help a soft sigh himself. He wished he wasn't so hung up on it. Especially with the man here in his arms after three long days. With that soft, warm musk of his shampoo and conditioner that held with it a very summer floral smell to it that had him sighing out softly as pressed his cheek to his hair. A touch damp, as if it hadn't gotten completely dry from the hair dryer, but he didn't mind it one bit.

"No, it's- Well, okay it's still bothering me a bit. I can't lie about that, or you'll smother me!"

A soft chuckle was his answer when he began sliding his hand up and down that warm, damp back. Tried his best not to huff the scent clinging to his husband's hair. At least, not in a way that was noticeable. "Not smother, exactly. I don't want you wracking your brain harder about it than you need too. So, what about it?"

"Well, I got to thinking! And while, yes, it is bothering me I can accept it's been done and there's no going back to change it. I mean, it WAS pretty hot to fuck on the living room floor, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, it was. Pretty damn good, honestly."

"So, that's one good take-away from it!"

The feel of that cheek lifting against his shoulder as the stubble scratched against it when Shouta nuzzled his face against it was worth a little chuckle as the man reached down to trace his fingers along the arm, he had wrapped around his waist. Drifting the tips of his fingers from his forearm up to his shoulder sending a wave of tingles beneath it as his heart skipped at the soft touch that continued rather than stop.

A soft, warm circuit. "Then what are you thinking about? Other than the whole thing, obviously."

"Well, I was talking with my therapist, remember? Clear and open communication?"

"Mhmmm?"

He smiled at the soft hum from Shouta, those fingers tracing up and down gently making goosebumps break out over his skin as the man again nuzzled his shoulder when he couldn't help a little shiver when that face inched closer to the side of his neck. His breath so warm against skin he hadn't noticed was chilled to begin with. It made his heart skip in his chest when Shouta shifted in his arms.

"And I was thinking we could even the playing field a bit. Make it a bit fairer between the both of us. I mean, I bet you'll LOVE this more than anything though."

"Love it, hmm? You know I love anything we do, sexual or not." Shouta mumbled at him making him tighten his arms instinctively around the black-haired man as he swallowed when he felt lips press right up beneath his jaw softly, his breath so unbelievably warm. All of him was so warm. "But you don't need to think of it as evening things out, Zashi. Though, if it makes you feel even a bit better than I can think of it like that. What's your idea?"

God, the trail of tingles racing through him with each circuit of those fingers sliding along his skin up was wreaking havoc on his concentration. It was such a light, innocent touch yet it was making little zaps of excitement stun him again and again as he watched those fingers drift over his arm. The nails, for once, were painted black like his own, however Shouta had chosen a matte option.

Never one for the gloss. Not wanting anything that would catch the light. And it still looked damn good. He loved it when Shouta painted his nails. In fact, it was even better with those four studs of his and that tattoo he had now. He cleared his throat lightly when those lips again pressed just below his jaw; nails grazing over his arm now making him shiver as the black-haired man hummed softly at him.

Waiting. He took a deep breath, dragging that musky, summery floral smell right into his lungs like a hit off a joint; holding it down as long as he could in his lungs before letting it out slowly then taking another breath. "I was thinking, you remember the orgasm denial we did? The outfit with it?"

"Mmm, what about it?"

A shift. An interested hum was aimed his way when Shouta finally, finally pressed his palm to his arm and began brushing it up then down; shoulder to forearm again and again just like those fingers did. The soft whispering of skin brushing against one another, the warmth that radiated off of his husband, and that delightful smell from his body wash, his hair products made his head spin.

Had his heart sprinting frantically against his chest when he licked his lips before speaking. "I was thinking we could play around with edging tonight."

"Edging? Why?"

"Well, I think it'd be easy! After all, you just got home so why not? Though I guess the question is, are you in the mood for something like that? It's been a long week, you spent half of it watching after your Problem Children, and on top of that have your own children to worry about at home."

A soft, deep breath was taken before his husband spoke. "True. Tell me where you're going with this?"

He slid his hand up the black-haired man's back, slowly along the center of it making a trembling breath be taken only to come out in a quick huff against his throat as Shouta arched into him. Twisting against him slightly as those lips moved up to the edge of his jaw. "Oh, are you maybe interested?"

"How can I not be interested?" The mumble from his husband sounded a touch breathless; not quite but he could hear it. To anyone else it might sound a bit irritating, a bit short, but he heard that breathlessness that meant Shouta's composure was cracking slowly.

"Well, sometimes you aren't in the mood or I'm not! I don't wanna just spring sex on you just because I'm a little horny, you know! I have to be a gentleman even if you can't be sometimes! Besides, it'd terribly rude of me, don't you think?"

"It'd be ruder not to ask." The quiet whispering of skin on skin had him squirming when the black-haired man curved his hand up along his shoulder only to come up to the side of his neck; cupping the side of it with his thumb coming up to rub circles into his jaw as those lips crawled up to his cheek. "So, are you going-?"

"I want you to do it to me, Sho."

The little jump as the man pulled back to look at him with wide eyes, his mouth dropping open as he stared at him with awe And God if he didn't see how tempted his husband looked in that moment. As if he were offering him something so good he wouldn't even consider saying no. He smiled at the man leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose making it scrunch up, dark brows twitching together.

Shouta's eyes closed with a tiny flinch only to open them again with that wide eyed look again. Prompting him to speak again. "I want you to do whatever you want. I want you to edge me however many times you want. Any way you want."

"Why?"

He let his smile widen at the wheezed word when he tilted his head, watching those full lips tremble silently as if the man wanted to continue on but didn't. Wanted to say something but held it back. Waiting for his answer first. "Because, I've been horribly mean to you, haven't I? Why not get back at me even if it isn't needed? Why not be petty?"

"You really want this?"

"I really, really want this, Sho. You have free reign tonight to do whatever your little heart desires! You can edge me as many times as you want! Whether it's one time or it's two, or three or four times, I'll happily go along with it!"

"There's no way you want that." Oh, he loved that wide eyed look. The breathless tone when he spoke again. The blush rising in his husband's face as dark eyes flicked over his face with fast blinks. Staring at him intensely as if to see if it were some kind of joke.

"Oh, I want you to do it, even if it's not for a little revenge! I want you to fuck me up tonight, Shouta, and I want you to make me beg if I can do that! I can't say I've begged much sexually, you know? But I'd be willing to do that! Don't you want to do that, baby? Make me beg? Make me the desperate one?"

A tiny, croaking noise left his husband as those dark eyes stared at him with such awe, such disbelief, and he felt the hand cupping the side of his neck slid to the back of it. He happily let himself be tugged towards the black-haired man, a sigh leaving him when those full lips pressed against his own. Soft. Warm. He could taste the mint of his toothpaste along with the mouthwash he used a few moments ago.

Moved his lips slowly with Shouta's, his breath coming out as a sigh against his cheek as fingers slid along his scalp, nails scratching idly at him as locks were tugged gently at. A gentle press against the back of his head had him humming softly at his husband. Sliding his hand up the center of his back towards those lightly damp locks of hair. Happily twisting the silky soft strands around his own fingers.

This earned him a soft noise from the man. God, he really did miss him. It had only been three days without him but three days out of so many weeks? They'd only been working for four going on five weeks now but three days out of each week? He missed him. And he wished he trusted himself not to get worked up at the dorms. Yes he believed he could keep his hands to himself. He just didn't know how long.

How long before one of them was getting handsy and they got carried away the way they always did. Hell, Yagi had caught them giving those flirtatious little cheek kisses in the break room and a few pecking kisses in the staff room after work when they were heading out after stopping at the room for some last-minute things for their lesson plans. Papers they left there. And Shouta hated that.

While the older blonde never breathed a word of it, he knew that it still embarrassed Shouta. And that was the last thing he would do to this man. He was stubborn, irritable, cranky, sweet, caring and he was a private person when it came to others. It was always a different story when someone else was involved. Another different story when they were alone. And so, if all that meant he waited at home for him?

Stayed here taking care of the house, cats and kids he would. Because he got this. The soft, minty tasting lips on his own; the arm around his shoulders shifting so that hand slid down his upper back, the cool metal of his wedding band sending shivers down his spine and a hand in his hair that scratched softly at his scalp. He got the warmth of his husband's skin beneath his hands, so soft after his shower.

And fuck did he love how soft he felt beneath his hands. How silkily those damp locks slithered and twisted around his fingers as he inhaled the scents of his soaps greedily. The soft warmth of his skin. He got him at the end of the day. He was far past content with that. He hummed as he was tugged out of his little musings as those lips pressed firmer to his own, the hand on the back of his head pushing lightly.

He threw himself back into the moment. Back into moving his lips with Shouta's a touch fasters, kissing him firmly until he felt the breath on his cheek tremble lightly on its way out. He then shivered when nails dragged over his upper back lightly. He listened to those trembling breaths. The smacking of their lips moving and melting against one another. How his lips melted to fit the best they could against those full ones.

Lips that attacked his with such vigor, such excitement that he couldn't help but respond to it. A flicker of heat beneath his skin flared when he felt Shouta's legs shift slightly creating a whisper of feet sliding against the blanket. Then he dragged his nails down the center of Shouta's back. Down along his spine making the man suck in a sharp breath. Just like earlier, he twisted against him with his chest arching eagerly.

He squirmed in his arms and the man tightened his own arms around him pairing with the way those lips moved against his own had his heart sprinting. He knew, realistically, there was no revenge. No getting back at him. However, his mind insisted he was giving Shouta that chance for it to be titled as both. How could he not? He knew Shouta loved to make his little digs, his sarcastic little comments.

Teasing little words that snapped him into his place again. And this would be no different. While he was far from submissive, far from being a bottom, Lord knows he'd let Shouta do whatever the hell he wanted whenever he wanted if he had it his way. He'd let this man take, take, take what he wanted from him, and he would happily, delightedly let him. He wouldn't hold a hand up to stop him.

It was an amazing, dizzying feeling. He knew Shouta shared that sentiment; would let him take what he wanted but he never did. Just as Shouta never did. It was a give and take, as it always was, and yet the thought of his husband taking something from him, of getting off and never letting him receive that satisfaction had the heat swelling under his skin. Scalding through his very veins. It was hot just to imagine.

He slid his hand up the warm, trembling back of his husband's before dragging his nails down lightly earning him another sharp breath. It had his stomach clenching with excitement when it came out on a soft moan. A delicious, heart racing noise. He dragged his nails to the man's lower back, delighting in the squirms he got from him. The hitching, trembling breaths against his warming cheek.

Then he curved his hand to his side. Down, down, down to the towel that clung in vain to his waist. It had unraveled ever so slightly from the climb up onto the bed. From crawling and squirming in his lap yet it was still hanging in there. He traced his fingers along the skin above it, using the edges of his nails to earn a few shivers from his husband until a whine came out. Curious as the hand in his hair worked its way out.

Then the man was pulling back, breaking the kiss with a smack to which he wanted to blurt out that very silly, very unnecessary question on if he had done something wrong. He swallowed it down when Shouta squirmed out of his lap only for those hands to come back to his shoulder. And then he was shoved down onto his back so fiercely the bed bounced lightly with the impact of his weight.

Oh!

His heart jumped wildly against his chest as legs flicked out awkwardly from the push though he opened them quickly to adjust. Holding his hands up for the black-haired man once again. It was quickly answered when his husband crawled forward. Settled down between his legs with hands planted on pillow his head rested on and he smiled when they sank down. He lifted his own to Shouta's sides.

Delighting in the shiver he got when the man bent down. He hummed happily as lips came down on his own. Melting, molding and moving quickly against his own without missing a damn beat. Like they had never stopped. Sliding his hands down the man's sides earned him another squirm that had Shouta pressing down tightly against him. Then he reached down grabbing the make-shift waistline of the towel.

Tracing the tips of his fingers along it as he moved his lips in time with Shouta's. Loving how they were pressing down harshly against his own. A promise that tingling would lead way to a little swollen appearance later. He hummed softly as he then dragged his nails lightly to the skin. His heart jumping when his husband released another soft moan into the kiss and he reached down. Grabbing a fistful of that towel.

And yanked it from around his waist. Not a word or noise of protest. He whipped it off to the side, listening to it land somewhere but he couldn't care too much about it. Not when he was squeezing his legs against the black-haired man's warm waist. Sliding his hands up his sides earning him another low, soft noise from the man as those lips moved urgently. Quicker. He threw himself into the kiss.

Moving his lips with a passion, a heat to it, and Shouta seemed all to ready to throw those sensations right back at him. Those trembling, quick breaths against his cheek. The whisper of his thighs rubbing against Shouta's waist when he shifted ever so slightly. The smacking of their lips moving together as his cheeks burned with a blush. Fuck, it was damn good. He could stay like this for hours.

His own breaths shook against the black-haired mans flushed cheek at that thought. The mere idea. His heart was pounding wildly against his chest. So hard he wondered if the black-haired man could feel the skin throbbing lightly from force of those hits. If it was lost when both were slamming so damn hard with that tight press. This was so, so amazingly comforting. So familiar. Good. Warm. It was everything he could want.

Sliding his hands up to his sides, he found his way up through the curls of hair on his chest then up, up, up right back to those soft black locks that he clutched fiercely. Winding locks around his fingers. Then he pressed at the back of his head which only served to earn what he hoped to coax out of him. Lips that moved harder, faster against his own with a pressure that felt satisfyingly pleasurable.

Lips that kissed him fast, heatedly and passionately. He groaned softly when his husband's rolled his hips forward against him causing his own to jump up eagerly against his with his groan cresting into a whine. What a shame it was that this man had not a stitch of clothing on, and he still had his shorts on How completely unfair that was. But he had said Shouta could do as he pleased.

What his heart desired. He slid a hand down from his hair, dragging his nails down his back a touch awkwardly as he then moved it from around his shoulder to slide around his side again where he dragged his nails across his lower back once again. This got him a moan that sounded far louder than those previous too. Encouraging. Enticing. Ohhh, he wanted to flip this man over onto his back so bad.

But he bit it back, back, back.

Because nothing was hotter than seeing that man above him with his black hair spilling over his shoulders and hanging around his flushed face as those dreamy, smoldering dark eyes looked down at him. Nothing was better than that. He dragged his nails across that lower back again making Shouta shiver. And he then focused on moving his lips faster, harder against his husband's to match the strength and speed.

Something that he was very happy to comply with. Whatever he wanted, he got tonight. He was surprised, however, when those lips lifted from his own once again only for them to trail down to his chin, down eagerly to his throat prompting him to tip his head back. His breath hitched down in a gasp when it was pieced together very, very fast. He knew exactly where Shouta was going. What he was going to do.

And his gasp trembled off into a whimper as his chest arched up eagerly when those lips fluttered along his collar bones, nipping lightly at them before moving down. God, this man was wicked. Beautifully, amazingly wicked. He shivered at the lips pressed against his nipple, his fingers tight in those black locks, and he swallowed at the warm breaths fanning across his skin. A subtle little thing that had him squirming.

Excited. Eager. Painfully so. He'd like to say he hadn't done a thing with Shouta gone. That he didn't use those scandalous pictures his husband had sent him. That he didn't use the screenshots of their steamier sexting exchanges. But that would be a lie. A horrible, ugly lie. He knew there was nothing wrong with it, after all why would there be a thing wrong with it? He had a damn attractive husband!

What was wrong about jerking off to him? He would bet a million dollars the people who look up to Shouta got off to his image alone so why should he be any different? The only satisfying thing he could claim is he got to live those little fantasies others had. He dragged his teeth over his lip to keep down a little noise clawing at his throat. He whimpered when he felt teeth nip lightly at his nipple.

Shivering when that breath made his skin warm from the repeated puffs against it, yet he didn't mind one bit. He happily arched towards that warmth until he could feel the muscles in his back trembling from the action. But again he didn't care. Didn't care because the tip of that tongue was tracing along the rim of his areola lightly. Playfully. Hands fidgeted on the pillow in their place on either side of his head.

His own breath shook horribly on its way out as he dragged his nails over Shouta's scalp. Encouraging without saying a word. He had said Shouta could do what he wanted, whenever and however he wanted. This meant he'd rather be damned than tell this man what to do right now. It was far more exciting to wait, to see what Shouta would do next. What he had cooking in his brain right that second.

The tip of that tongue traced the rim of his areola again, wickedly swirling closer to his nipple only to give it such a light flick that he whined at the black-haired man who then chuckled at him before flattening his tongue against it. Pressing down with his tongue as he delivered the lick that had him squirming beneath his husband. The tingles such a simple thing created had his breath hitching in on a gasp.

Lapping, flicking, nipping. That tongue seemed intent on getting his nipple hard on creating wave after wave of tingles that settled downwards. Feeding into a happy little ache between his legs that had his dick twitching excitedly. And there was no way Shouta didn't feel it with how tightly pressed he was to him. No way he couldn't feel how he loved it. Loved when the remembered how much he loved to play with them.

He honestly wished that he'd do it all the time. Whenever he wanted. He still remembered that afternoon they spent merely exploring. Nothing sexual, nothing intended that way. It was meant to be a way to see and touch skin that was normally hidden away by their uniforms. Tracing that new skin with so much to explore. Wide eyed when fingers traced own happy trails that were only beginning to thicken.

Chest hair that had only beginning to grow when it somehow became a unanimous decision on both of their parts for fingers to come up to chests first. And oh, that was an afternoon of many discoveries. Learning that Shouta, stoic and quite Shouta, loved having his nipples played with as fervently as he found that he did. Such a groundbreaking afternoon that had been! And once he got his nipples pierced?

Oh, it was all over for him in terms of sensitivity and stimulation. It had taken some time, much time, for them to heal but once they did? He was blown out of the water at just how SENSITVE they were. He knew, realistically, it was merely his mind putting so much focus on the studs in them and the change, but it remained the same. So sensitive. So GOOD. He was pulled out of his head once more to feel Shouta shifting slightly.

Shifting to lean on his left hand and he whined loudly when the man's right hand came down to drift fingers over his ignored nipple. A sharp breath when a finger began circling blindly along his areola, his nail dragging lightly before if flicked over his hardened nipple pulling an eager whimper out of him as he squirmed again as that finger was traded for a thumb that rolled over his nipple.

Like it was some kind of stupid joystick on a controller. Each swirl, each light press, had tingles that fed happily into that ache between his legs. His thighs squeezed instinctively against Shouta as his dick twitched as his hips twitching up instinctively at it. A moan flying out of him when Shouta bit lightly at his nipple before lapping his tongue over it. Whining when that thumb flicked at his other nipple.

Fingers coming together to pinch lightly. His hips ground up instinctively, rising ever so slightly only for Shouta's to pin his back down to the bed. A move, a trick, that he had clearly taken from him. God, it made his blood flame as his body happily focused on surging every tiny drop of that flaming blood down. Down, down, down as he whined out and dragged his nails over Shouta's scalp that his husband shivered at.

And he whined at the heat of his mouth covering his nipple sucking roughly at it leaving him breathless when the black-haired man happily swirled and flicked his tongue at the hardened nub as he opened his mouth wider to dig his teeth lightly into his areola. Then he bit down gently. He moaned far louder than he intended at such a simple little action. It honestly, truly reminded him of that day with the denial.

How Shouta had licked, suckled and bit lightly on him through the material of his boxers. It had his skin burning. Had his head spinning with such delight that he could do little more than drag his nails up Shouta's back. He pressed at his head with a sharp gasp when fingers pinched tight, tight, tight at his nipple. He cried out at the pain it sent burning over his chest. Writhing at the pleasure that ripped into him.

Fuck, he loved it. His breaths were shaking, uneven with each pull as they inched closer to that panting rhythm. All from a little lick and pinch at his nipples. Then that wicked and absolutely devious mouth of his lifted up from his chest. Fought against the press of his hand in his hair in favor of kissing the slick nipple. Brushing his lips along the skin around it. Playful little pecking kisses that made him whine.

And then his husband used his tongue to flick at the nipple his tongue before nipping at it. Teasing and toying with it until he was whimpering out again. And then Shouta began moving down. He shifted slightly between his legs, lips fluttering down his chest through the wiry blonde curls of chest hair down, down, down. His hand left his nipple as he sank lower towards his stomach. The muscles quivered violently at the soft kisses.

Swallowing, he shifted to lift himself up onto his arm, his chest fluttering with his breaths that were coming far faster than he'd like. Huffs of breath as the excitement twisted in him savagely. It strangled his lungs and had him shaking in those intermittent bursts. He swore he'd absolutely smolder away. Watching black lashes flutter as dark eyes peered up at him while those lips followed his happy trial.

Moving down making his breath hitch in his throat. Tight. Excited. He couldn't think of a thing to say yet. Not when he Shouta's breath trembling against his stomach as hands slid down to grab the waistband of his shorts and boxers. He raised his hips up slightly as Shouta sat up onto his knees with a little grunt. Tugged at the clothing and working them down his thighs. His heart skipped wildly as wet his lips.

Watched Shouta tug the fabric down his legs. God, were they really that long? He didn't think so. The heat in those dark eyes as he did so had his heart thudding sickeningly fast. Fuck, he didn't even know what Shouta was going to do, didn't even have a proper fantasy tied into this and he was unbearably excited. Was it because this was the first sexual act they were doing since Shouta came home?

Because it had been even a tiny bit of time? Or was it merely because this was Shouta doing it instead of himself? Because his husband hadn't said specifically that he was viewing it as revenge or getting back at him. But then again he had taken the chance either way. And that had him breathless. His erection twitched against his stomach causing dark eyes to fly down to the action. And he shuddered at that look of lustful greed.

A look that, without thinking, had his thighs twitching apart. twitching, struggling to part as far as they could before his hips protested at the widespread. He was far from stiff, but he didn't exactly have the same flexibility as his husband. The man could be an acrobat, a talent undiscovered, if he hadn't developed a quirk. He was sure with the way his husband flew and twisted through the air that he'd be amazing at aerial dancing.

He'd have to bring that up sometime. Just to see if Shouta could do it. And God help him if he could like he truly believed. Snapping to attention, his eyes focused with a few blinks on the man settling down between his spread legs. Shouta fidgeted as he braced his knees onto the bed and those lashes fluttered up as eyes locked onto him. Staring at him with such hunger that it stole his air again.

Such a beautiful, amazing, stunning sight to see the stubborn, stoic Shouta Aizawa settled between his legs. Staring at him like he was a whole damn meal he was going to devour in one setting. Like he would suck his very soul out like he was a jelly pouch. It had his heart racing against his chest. His hands trembled as he clung to the blanket with his left. Then his right hovered down near those black locks of hair.

Hesitating before sliding his fingers forward to gather his bangs away from his flushed face. And then Shouta was leaning down, hands sliding on his inner thighs making the muscles jump at the touch. Those lips fluttered along his hip down to his pelvis rather quickly. Not bothering to give the illusion of taking his time. He loved it. Swallowing, he scratched idly at the black-haired man's scalp as lips then began to flutter against his erection.

Soft, innocent kisses that trailed up and down from the base to right beneath the head making him twitch with a low little hum sliding out of him. He squeezed the locks wrapped around his fingers. It had tingles racing under his skin, hand-in-hand with the fire that was flaming beneath it worked to make him feel feverish. He swore he could feel that light sheen of sweat actively gathering on his forehead.

He was in awe. Complete and utter awe. Not only was he letting himself be edged tonight but he was letting Shouta do it. He truly can't remember if he let his husband do it to him before or not. It had him licking his lips, to soothe the dryness on them, and he shivered when those dark eyes stared up at him. Leveled onto him with a heated, lustful look that had his throat tightening. God, he loved it.

Watching eagerly, Shouta fluttered his lips against his erection again and again. Playful. Teasing. It was aweing to watch Shouta's mouth open, to watch those full lips part, and to find his gaze locking right onto the sight of Shouta placing those open-mouthed kisses that he began placing in the same path and places as those soft fluttering ones. Sucking lightly at him with certain spots and humming at others.

Sucks being placed down lower to the base while he hummed when he placed a rather strategic kiss beneath the head of his erection like he had so many times before. Yet his toes curled at the vibrations that just barely teased him. Both knowing the pleasure it would give had Shouta covered his head with that delightful hum. A moan came out of him as each kiss came with one of those gentle bites.

A three hit rhythm his husband had as he kissed all he could kiss before he began covering those same areas. As eager as he was, he wouldn't let himself rush. Not one word would he breathe to get Shouta to move on. He got the dizzying pleasure of watching Shouta move down pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the base once more. Then opening his mouth up again and licking his way up to the head.

His breath rushed out on a wheeze only to come in as a rather enthusiastic, excited gasp when lips pressed to the head. Smearing a little droplet of pre-come he hadn't noticed had been welling there. A hand wrapped around the base pulling it towards those lips and away from resting place on his stomach. He squirmed then arched his hips up with an ecstatic whimper that cracked on its way out.

God, how many times on the nights Shouta was away did he fantasize about this? Dream about it? Too many. Far too many. Shouta was hardly in the mood most of the time when he came home from the dorms which he understood perfectly. It wasn't Shouta's fault if he wasn't in the mood. It took time to acclimate to being home, to loosen up and forget those stressors but the dreams he got in the meantime?

Oh, they had him eager for the man to come home. And now, for some reason, he was blessed enough for his husband to be in the mood on his first night home. The black-haired man met his gaze, locked onto it with that heat burning up at him. He shuddered at how the man didn't flinch nor look away from him when he began lapping his tongue against the head. His lips glistened lightly from the saliva of his open-mouthed kisses.

From the smear of that tiny drop of pre-come and the flush to his cheeks, the burn in that dark gaze, the way his lashes fluttered? The wicked, swirling tongue? Oh, it was so, so good. The thing of fantasies. The very thing he loved to witness the most. He squeezed the black locks, tugging lightly before stopping himself when he tried to remember it wasn't about him. Wasn't him telling Shouta what to do tonight.

This was about giving his husband the upper hand to do whatever he pleased without his interference. To truly render him to be little more than a damn sex doll. And it had him burning up. He always let Shouta do as he pleased and happily let the man ride or fuck him how he pleased but they always built on it together. Hands clawing and twisting for the subtle angle changes they desired until they were both happy with it but tonight?

Tonight, wasn't about that. His breath crested into a light, shallow pant that had Shouta's fingers squeezing at his thighs lightly. Shivering as he covered the head making him as he pinched his lips together. The moan flying out of him muffled rather than what could possibly be louder than intended. And yet it made those eyes flash at him with that hungry expression. It had him burning with a fire that threatened to eat him alive.

He whined at the man only for Shouta to sink down; slowly, slowly, slowly. Down to that half-way point that had the head of his erection barely nudging at the back of his throat temptingly. He kept his lips pressed together tightly as he fought the urge to shove the black-haired man down. Kept them pressed when he released a brief, short cry that flew out at the tight squeeze on his thighs.

Muffled, trembling in it's trapped place in his throat. Shouta sucked lightly at him with breaths being taken in between. Loud, so loud they were. Funny how breaths taken through noses could be so deafeningly loud. His left hand trembled tightly as he gripped at the blankets to keep it in place. To keep from joining that other hand in those black locks of hair. To shove the man down to the base in a way he knew Shouta would love.

But he wouldn't. Not tonight, not now. God, he'd happily do it later if that's what Shouta wanted but not now. He was far too eager, far too excited to see just how his husband planned on edging him. What would he do? Suck him until he got there? Would he pull off halfway and change it up? What would he do? They hadn't grabbed the condoms nor the lube as he had been hesitant to do so for fear of spooking his husband off.

But staring down at him now? Fuck, would Shouta have gotten them himself? Or would they have gone to bed without saying a word to one another? He swallowed as he listened to Shouta take those deep breaths, could feel him relaxing his jaw. Knew he was doing the same with his throat. He should have bought that damn numbing spray. God, he wanted to kick himself in the ass for not thinking of it until now.

He knew if he didn't shove Shouta down that the man had to take a few minutes to relax. To not think about it before sinking down. And he knew a throat spray would help with that. Make it easier. Then Shouta began inching down. Just as slowly as he had gone down those first inches, the man was sliding down inch by inch; taking his time to breathe in between to relax himself before moving down a little more.

And fuck if it wasn't far more arousing than just slamming the man down to his pelvis. It was hotter than he ever expected to watch Shouta inching down slowly, watching each inch of his erection disappear into his mouth as he slid further into the shiver-worthy heat of his husband's mouth. Inching down his throat ever so slightly. It was like watching a sword swallower. Enrapturing. Dangerous.

But this was so much better. It was fucking hot is what it was. It was so damn arousing that for the life of him, he couldn't help but praise every damn God in existence he got this. That he was the one that got to have Shouta. That he got to experience this at all. No matter how tightly he pinched his lips together, however, his mouth was dropping open. A groan fly out as Shouta finally, finally made his way to the base.

Once he got there, a gag rang out. it was nowhere near as wild or choked as it would have been if he were shoved down. He could feel Shouta taking deep breaths to soothe the little wave of nausea. He knew it was merely something that came when a gag reflex or if someone simply gagged. It was just like that and he didn't blame him. Just because he didn't have a gag reflex didn't mean that he didn't understand it.

That he didn't know that it was difficult to deep throat someone. No matter if they were five inches or seven and a half inches or six. If it was a deep throat then it could be difficult. And he understood that. He scratched idly at his husband's scalp softly, soothing little motions as the man moaned up at him. He squirmed instinctively as another groan flew out of him at the vibrations provided from such a sound.

There wasn't anything he didn't love about a blowjob from this man. Whether it was the way he would lick at him as he bobbed. The way he would drool just a bit down his shaft when he didn't swallow fast enough. The heat. How wet his mouth really was. The ripple when his husband swallowed the second he was down his throat. The soft noises that vibrated deliciously no matter how little or big.

To see the black locks of hair brushing against his thighs, the sight of his head bobbing, and the feel of his nose lightly bumping against his pelvis. All of it was damn good. He whimpered when Shouta swallowed around him, as if there was still some residual reaction from the gag and he clung to the blanket, the dark locks, tightly when Shouta lifted his head up slowly before coming back down.

A shallow bob that didn't stray too far from the base. It had his thighs trembling beneath those strong hands that kept them open no matter how much he would press. He may not have the thigh strength required to crush a watermelon but they were strong. It was a matter of using it properly. But tonight he liked that little helpless feeling. That Shouta would hold him open. Keeping him spread open.

Wouldn't allow him to move an inch if he dared try it as he took what he wanted from him. It had his skin burning as his very blood seemed to blister from the inside of his veins, clawing up underneath his skin until he was squirming as his husband began bobbing his head in a rhythm, shallow pace as he sucked softly at him making his lashes flutter as a huff of air left him. It was just a blowjob.

A blowjob that felt damn good. So fucking good! Not a thing could ever or would ever compare to the real thing. Trembling, he scratched at his scalp once again earning him another moan right as his husband was bobbing back down to the base. And goddammit, he couldn't stop his feet from squirming against the sheets when a moan flew out of him. Twitching in response to the vibrations.

When he said that Shouta could do whatever, edge him however he pleased, then surely, he could do the same? His mouth was hanging open after all, so why not say something for both of them? Say the dirtiest shit he could come up while his husband had his mouth full? Oh, he could absolutely play with that idea! He panted shallowly and his brows twitching together as he scraped his words together.

He clung to those black locks, feeling the man grow a touch bolder when he pulled up higher and coming down faster. Nothing that ruined the slow pace he started with but dammit if it wasn't making him whimper at the black-haired man. He moaned when Shouta dragged his teeth lightly along his shaft. Moving up higher with another bold decision and sucked at him viciously. His hips twitched before he could stop it.

Gritting his teeth, a groan tearing out of him when he got an answering hum from the man. And perhaps it was the fact the head of his erection was right there on the back of his tongue, not directly against the back of his throat, that had him bucking up in response to that hum. He cried out, his hand shoving down his husband's head before he could think twice about it. Getting a weak little gag from Shouta.

Nails bit into his thighs with a tight squeeze. Panting at the burning pain of those blunt nails digging into his inner thighs, he forced himself to stop; not to move an inch as the black-haired man swallowed instinctively. He cracked his eyes open, unaware he'd even shut them to begin with, and he stared down at the man. Watching black lashes fluttering up to reveal a a burning, scathing look pointed right at him.

Licking his lips when those fingers tightened on his inner thighs tightly. Even if he fucked up, he knew he could talk. He could say something to the man to explain himself, yet his husband didn't seem to content with that idea. It was as if he could hear the bullshit weak apology he wanted to give. And so, the man glared at him instead with all the maliciousness he could summon. But he could see the heat.

See the arousal burning at him when Shouta moved his head upwards. Higher than he'd gone before, and slid down back to the base in a slick slide that he was sure, had his mouth not been open, it'd have dropped. It was impressive. The smug, satisfied look he got when those dark eyes flicked up to him told him everything he needed to know. Those words, faint and clumsy in his mind, snapped together suddenly.

Then he smirked down at the black-haired man when he SAW the twitch to the corners of his mouth. "Oh, y-you're gonna glare at me like that? While you have my cock down your throat? J-Just because I want you to edge me doesn't mean you have to be bratty about it, baby!"

Oh, his voice was horribly breathless as Shouta kept his eyes locked on him, bobbing his head as he did so. Fuck if it never failed to get him going just to see the hair around his face tremble with the motion. How a few locks managing to brush against the sides of his flushed face. However, he held a majority of it away; kept that fringe away from his lovely face. His breath rushed out on a fast, stuttered breath when Shouta suckled at him fiercely.

This man knew exactly what he was doing and he knew just what to do to drive him up the wall. God, whether it was sexual or not, this man truly did push all of his buttons. Sometimes in the right, perfect order. And sometimes in the worst way possible. He knew he did the same to his husband, after all how could he not? Sixteen years gave him time to know how to do it intentionally to get a rise out of the man.

But Shouta? He liked to push his buttons the most during sex. Oh, he loved being a bratty, wicked little man when he could during sex just to get him riled up. To make him even a bit irritated and he did it all with that gleam in his dark eyes. With that hopeful, excited smile on his lips. Like he was staring down a menace that would rip him limb from limb. Something he wanted to happen because he knew it would feel good.

He moaned out when Shouta slid upwards, his tongue moving against the underside before he sucked at him again as he then sank right back down to the base. A shiver rolled over him as he swallowed down a whimper that wanted to break free as his husband stared up at him. Burning up at him. "Fuck, that's good, baby! So good!"

"Mmmn! Mmmf!" He shuddered at the vibrations of that muffled response, instinctive no doubt, and his toes curled tightly as a moan broke out of him. God, either Shouta didn't think before trying to speak or he did it intentionally. Either way he couldn't help but love that he did it either way as he cleared his throat, choking down a whine that wanted to break out instead.

"H-Haven't I told you not to talk with your mouth full, baby?" He got a moan back as Shouta dipped back down to the base, swallowing hard the second his breaths fanned against his pelvis, and he groaned. "Fuck, I missed you! A-Always forget what a good boy you are! How pretty you look w-with my cock in your mouth! D-Do you like that, baby? Like having my cock down your throat li-like that?"

The moan he got in return was loud, undeniably enthusiastic in a way that had his breath hitching as his stomach dropped with that pleasure that came with such a throaty noise from his husband. God, he still remembered the very first time Shouta moaned out loud. The man had been very awkward during sex, never letting himself get loud. Only letting out a few whimpers and whines to come out when he orgasmed

A muffled moan or a throaty groan when he managed to hit his prostate were all he would get or a breathless little sigh that was choked immediately. But other than that? If not for those little things, his husband would keep his lips tightly pinched, and his jaw clenched. As if he were ashamed of it. The first time he got Shouta to moan like that he'd been blown away. Such a pretty, delicious noise had taken him by surprise.

And it encouraged him to get more out of Shouta. Of course, the man was embarrassed at the time but with years of coaxing and assurances it worked. He was proud to say his husband was far more vocal in the bedroom. Something he was happy about as well. He loves hearing Shouta wail, cry and shout out slurred words that broke up on their way out. Love to hear those enthusiastic, ecstatic moans.

The low, throaty groans that bordered on guttural with pleasure. The high whines of impatience and the eager whimpers. Even hearing those fast breaths, the hitches, and stutters or a good gasp? Fuck, each one was beautiful. It was only made better with how they vibrated around his erection when the black-haired man was going down on him. Nothing was better than knowing that if he said the right thing he'd get more.

That if he did the right thing that he'd get those delicious vibrations from his husband. And some part of him believed Shouta liked it too. He had too. After all, he knew some noises were instinctive and weren't exactly planned. But the way his husband met his eye and let out another moan? Oh, it was intentional. He dragged his teeth over his lip as he stared down at those dark eyes burning up at him.

Locked on his face that felt horribly hot as he stared back at the man. Loving, admiring, committing the image of those full lips wrapped around him as his husband's eyes sparkled up at him. Bottomless with that arousal, that lust, and the adorable flush to his cheek. The light sheen of sweat he saw on his forehead and the way his brows were twitching together. How those sexy studs of his caught the light and managed to wink.

Shivers. And what he would give to see his name scrawled on his husband's hip at that moment. He really had to get his appointment set up; he wanted Shouta's name on him, a very distinct place being in mind, but the piercings he had planned? Oh, Shouta was going to lose his shit over it. Whether it would be a good or bad way, they would soon find out, wouldn't they? After all, they were piercings that were going to affect both of them.

It had his breath racing just to imagine Shouta's reaction. Would he love it? Or would he be angry? Would he become adventurous about piercings as well? He moaned at the thought of all those possibilities as Shouta bobbed faster. His hair swayed, fluttering against his shoulders as he did so and he happily clung to his dark locks tightly. Letting out another moan of encouragement that had the man suckling at him each time he came upwards.

Swallowing hard when he reached the base making a moan fly out of him as he struggled to keep his eyes open from the burning, toe curling pleasure it created with how the black-haired man alternated between both. There was an occasional quite slurping noise when Shouta swallowed, no doubt to keep from drooling. God knows he wouldn't give two shits if the man slobbered all over him.

Wouldn't care if it meant he got to feel those hands squeezing his thighs tightly, the feel of that tongue licking at the underside when he was able to. And fuck he loved the heat of his mouth, his throat, that was so, so good. Swallowing, sucking and licking at him like he was one of those chocolate freeze pops Shouta used to buy at the store. Like he was something that the man needed to lick, to suck and swallow before it was gone.

It was fucking good. His breaths rushed out of him in shaking pants that threatened to dry out his throat even as his mouth pooled with saliva from allowing it to hang open so long as he stared down at the black-haired man. Black lashes resting on flushed cheeks, his brows twitching lightly from the force of tugging them together, and the soft moan that flew out of him when he slid upwards and he-!

"Fuck! God, Shouta!" His own shout had him twitching, startling him as much as it startled his poor husband, but the wicked little man had slid up to suckle fiercely at the head of his erection; pressing his tongue against the slit and swirling playfully before sinking right back down to the base.

His hips bucked up instinctively as he couldn't think TWICE as he gasped in a breath when a hand slid from his thigh to shove his pelvis down . Holding him to the bed. And if that do things for him before it sure as hell did now. Each breath huffed out of him faster than the last, shivers rolling down his back before they settled into a shake that made itself painfully noticeable. Had him squirming urgently.

He knew it was far too loud when he moaned, could hear it ringing back to his hearing aids and saw the way his husband flinched prompting him to swallow it down. Trade it for words that he could focus the volume and pitch on as he took a breath to say something. "Mmm! Shit, baby! F-Fuck I love havin' your mouth on my cock, you know that? Nn! So good, baby! So good! Fuck! Do! Yess! Suck m-my fuckin' cock just like that! Like that, baby! Shit!"

"Mmmm! Nnnff!"

"Shouta! Fuck! D-Don't- Oh! Hnn! Ke-Keep suckin' it like that! G-God, you were just made for th-this or fuckin' what? Ah! Ah, yes! Suck my fucking c-cock! Show me h-how much you love havin' it down your throat! How much you love it! Ah! Oh, fuck me! Yes, baby, yes! Like that! Harder! Su-Suck harder, baby! Yes, yes!"

He loved the moan he got from Shouta, the sound vibrating deliciously like all the others, and he bucked up to try to meet that downward bob yet the hand on him kept his hips down. He moaned as he wriggled beneath the hand holding him down, loving the nails that bit into his thigh from his husband's left hand; felt the cool metal of his wedding band that sent shivers down his back. God, it was making him burn.

Gasping in his arm, he squirmed at the little pain of those nails digging bluntly into his thigh. Holding it open even as the other twitched closer to Shouta's head yet the black-haired man didn't seem to care one little bit. The moan that flew out of him was a keening, ear ringing wail that got him a sharp look from Shouta as he flinched and he choked it down again. He couldn't hurt his ears again.

Words, words, words, Hizashi! Try and focus on words!

Taking a breath, his hips twitching up instinctively, he put his thoughts to work. Put his determination just a bit to work to try not to ruin either of their eardrums further as he shivered when Shouta gave a rather fierce suck as he flew down to the base. Swallowing hard around him. "Shit! Y-You love my cock that much, baby? L-Love sucking it so much? Mmm! Fuck! I-I'll let you suck it whenever you want! Nnn! God, you're so fuckin' good at it!"

His breaths hitched as he yanked at the locks of hair in his fist when Shouta slid up to suckle at the head, lapping his tongue against the slit again. He bucked with moan at the playful sucks his husband gave before sinking right back down to the base with a little hesitancy, yet he didn't mind it. He knew it wasn't easy taking all of it down his throat like that even if they had been doing it for God knows how long.

He blinked when the hand on his thigh suddenly slid down moving away from him prompting him to look down curiously. And the wave of heat that hit him to see the little wiggling, rhythmic motion of Shouta's shoulder. Fuck, fuck, he loved it. Loved when his husband got so worked up from something so damn good. Something as simple as a blowjob and started touching himself. It made his heart pound.

Panting shallowly, he let his head fall back as he clutched at those black locks tightly making the man moan loudly around him. Excited. Lustful. It was so muffled that it only served to make him whimper at the sound, his hips twitching only for fingers to DIG into him to hold him down making his breaths rasp in and out of him. Had him moaning out eagerly as his hips squirmed uselessly when Shouta slid downwards.

Swallowing, swallowing, swallowing. His chest heaved with his ragged, fast breaths as his hands clutched at their respective holds and he had to paused to swallow only for his mouth to drop open again as his stomach began to flex weakly. A tingle of an orgasm whispering through him, promising to snap into a much better, more satisfying experience. Better than the ones he'd had the other night when he'd resorted to those images on his phone.

Whimpering, he fought the urge to buck against that hand digging into him keeping him down. He straightened his head staring down at the black-haired man, feeling those equally ragged and uneven breaths leaving his husband when he sank down to the base to swallow at him. He really did love watching Shouta. Whether it was in a casual setting or in a sexual one like this, he fucking loved it.

Loved to see the man looking over at him, up at him, and watching him merely existing in his space was always so good. But fuck, fuck, fuck if that flushed face paired with those eyes burning up at him didn't do something. How those lashes that fluttered up into a heavy, half raised state as the man suckled at him? Swallowing when he reached the base? Bobbing his head quickly making his hair tremble and sway around his shoulders?

One of which that jiggled quickly as he moaned around him? It was such a damn good sight to see, better than anything his brain could come up with. He could watch Shouta all day. All night. He'd happily watch the man do whatever he wanted whether it was sucking him off now or jerking him off later. Whether it was climbing in his lap and allowing him the pleasure of watching those hips roll.

The delight, the treat of watching this stoic, strict man bounce himself on his lap. He'd watch all night long even if it meant Shouta ended up choosing to masturbate in front of him. Or even if it meant he strutted around the bedroom with not a stitch of clothing on then he would. Whatever he wanted, he'd give it. Then a harsh, teasing suck to the head tore him from his thoughts with a cry flying out of him.

He threw his head back before he could think twice when those dark eyes flicked up to him. And fuck, fuck, he couldn't stop himself as he shoved at Shouta the second he began sliding down. His pants cracked, scraped out of his dry throat in huffs that felt painful to drag back in. Clinging to those soft, dry locks of hair as the black-haired man suckled at him then swallowed once he got to the base.

It was so damn good he didn't know how to vocalize that. If he could. He whimpered at his husband, nails digging into his lower stomach as that hand slid slightly as if to get a better position to keep his hips down. Another keening noise left him as he wriggled his hips up when he felt those frantic breaths on his pelvis again. Swallow, swallow, swallow. He let out a guttural, snarling groan that cracked slightly on its way out.

His feet squirmed against the sheets, his legs twitching as if they could possibly spread anymore, and he could feel that whispering orgasm strengthen. He twitched, his mouth snapping shut, and he gnashed his teeth together fiercely. Dragging his nails over Shouta's scalp; trying his best not to do it too hard but rather give him that sensation that would make him feel good. Trying to share that damn good pleasure the best he could.

Hissing breaths rushed between his clenched teeth as his stomach began flexing, tightening up much like his thighs that jumped before trembling. Beginning to tense up on him and the black-haired man was sliding up towards the head to no doubt suckle at him again. He had-! Where were his words? He didn't want to make Shouta swallow again, didn't want it on his face, so how did he get his words out?

He had to find them now, now, now because his orgasm was cresting upwards faster than he anticipated and he was stiffening with the heat tingling through his lower half as he gasped in a breath. And he was so close, so close, so close-! The wail that tore out of him when his husband popped off, moving away from him, was far higher than it should have been. Piercing, stabbing judging from the cringe from his husband.

There wasn't a hope on stopping it when he couldn't focus. Couldn't control himself. Couldn't breathe. His heart was thudding so furiously against his chest he was surprised he didn't hear it in his damn useless ears. He squirmed, his hips bucking up with another cry tearing out of him as his thighs squeezed together now that the black-haired man moved away from him. The hand that had been twisted in those black locks clawed at the blankets.

His head spun as his breaths rasped in and out faster than he'd like to admit once he found his lungs. Found he could breathe yet it was still awful. Feeding into the sensations that ripped into him viciously. Shaking wildly as his cry cut off, hips jiggling up and he forced his lashes up to find his husband's flushed face. Dark eyes that watched his writhing, squirming motions with such hunger that it made his blood burn hotter.

Searing him alive. He forgot how painfully, deliciously horrible edging was. So good. So bad. He hated it. He loved it. His legs trembled lightly from the tight squeeze as he gripped the blankets with a gasp being taken. Trying to breathe around the ache that was telling him he was so close, so close, so close. That he needed to be shoved over the edge now. He was right there. And yet he got nothing.

Not a damn thing. And it was so, so good. It wasn't the same desperation as having a cock ring on; it was a desperation that told him that he was so unbelievably close, right at that damn peak and it had come to a stop. His erection twitched, throbbing against his stomach as he gasped in his breaths. Then he took a peek down at the poor thing to find it leaking pre-come onto his stomach.

Shining from the saliva on it as he heaved his air in before letting his gaze flick up to Shouta who was staring at him with awe. He knew it would ebb out- No, it WAS slowly ebbing out but not yet. Not completely. He whimpered as he forced himself up, his hands trembling lightly from their tight grips on the blankets to find those dark eyes burning at him; fingers still wrapped around his erection.

Not moving an inch. Wait, wait, wait. Was he-? No, Shouta wasn't supposed to edge himself with him, yet he was. He wasn't continuing, wasn't doing a damn thing, and was staring at him with those wide eyes as his erection twitched in his fingers only for it to be ignored. He gathered his air, feeding his starving lungs as his hands fought to reach out. To shove the man onto his back to give them both what they wanted.

Needed. needed, needed. He swallowed, trying to get a good breath in to feed the words he needed to get out. "Y-You don't hafta edge yourself, baby! I-It's not supposed-!"

"I don't care how i-it's supposed to go!" Oh, his voice was husky and scratching just right to make him whimper instinctively at the twitch his erection gave to the sound of it. Twisting his fingers into the blanket to keep from reaching out like his brain was insisting he do. Just to touch his pale skin, he swore. "Come here! Take a-a breath and come h-here!"

Hands then reached out for him, matte black nails flashing at him. He could see the glisten to Shouta's fingers from his own pre-come but he didn't hesitate to release his tight hold on the blanket to crawl forward. His breaths rasped out of him as his husband opened his legs allowing him to crawl between them and he settled back into a sitting position as he tugged the man into his lap. Ignoring, ignoring, ignoring the urge whispering at him to beg for something.

Anything. And then his lips were moving before he could stop them. "I-I wanna cum! You wanna cum with me? Le-Let me jerk us off together in my lap? Please? I-it hurts so good, Sho, but I wanna-! Please? Please, baby?"

"T-Then beg harder! Tell me h-how bad you wanna cum, Zashi! Tell me h-how much you want me to cum with you! How much you want it!"

Ah, ah, ah, that tone! Oh, it was the one he used when they were on the living room floor, demanding Shouta to tell him how much of a slut he was. Demanding he say it before he took the cage off. He whimpered at the black-haired man finding that heat in his dark eyes. Yet there wasn't a drop of emotion telling him that the man was going to cave. That he would give in from the noise alone.

God, Shouta really would have been a damn good top and he would have happily let him top him if it meant he looked at him all the time. He squirmed as he clawed idly, lightly at the black-haired man's waist making him shudder as nails dug into his shoulders. No matter how much of a show his husband was putting on. The false image of someone in a dominant position meant nothing to him in that moment.

Because he knew the man was just as desperate. He could feel him squirming against him, his own lips parted with those fast breaths that mimicked his own and were lightly swollen from their kisses earlier. Damp in appearance from the blowjob. His face flushed and even if his gaze was a stern as he could get it. Fuck it! Because he could see the man was just as desperate. Just as eager to tip over as he wriggled on his lap.

When those nails dug into his shoulders. He knew it as well as he knew he was dying for it. Dying, dying, dying as his lips trembled. Never had he been struck wordless before. What had this man said countless times when he wanted too? No, no, he wouldn't parrot it. He would say something ELSE to the man to make him give in and crumble faster than a sandcastle under the force of a wave.

He'd make him break with a single sentence. It was just a matter of phrasing it right because he wanted nothing more than to just-!

"I- want it so bad! I want it so bad! I-I'll do whatever the fuck you could possibly want! Anythin' you want I'll do it! I'll eat you out, fuck you whenever you want! I'll suck you fuckin' cock whenever you want! I'll do anything! So let me do it! Let me m-make you cum, please? Come on, baby, I-I know you want too! Please, cum with me? Please? I need too! I-It aches, baby, please! Please, make it go away? L-Let me do it? Please?"

"Fuck me, y-you really gotta work on your begging, Zashi! That's fuckin' weak, you know that?"

\He shuddered at that thick, stuttered slur as Shouta spoke and he dragged his nails over the black-haired man's waist with a whimper flying out of him that was echoed by Shouta as he squirmed when he slid his hands to drag his nails along his lower back. A high, trembling whimper left the man as he squirmed against him making his breath hitch in his throat. As if he were changing his position.

It had hope flaring to life in his chest when those dark eyes burned at him, that urgent desperation mirroring his own. An exact duplicate of the emotions twisting nad ripping into him like savage, starving dogs. Shouta let out a shuddering breath when he squirmed again, clinging onto him. Wanting, wanting, wanting. Needing, needing, needing. It was agony waiting for the man to agree. And Shouta was eating it up when he spoke.

"Fine! Fi-Fine, do it! D-Don't get any on me, I just took a shower! B-Bad enough I gotta take 'nother one in the morning cause of this!"

"I'll fucking wash you, Sho, head to toe so y-you don't have to move a damn muscle!"

He dragged his nails along his lower back, curving towards his waist before dropping his hand down between them; squirming a bit for the both of them to slid comfortably but in a way that he could easily make sure not a drop got on the black-haired man. He wished he could say he knew who moaned louder, him or Shouta, but the noises mixed together on a trembling note as he wrapped his hand around their erections, pressing them together.

"I-I promise, baby, I'll take good care of you!"

"Y-You better! I can't- Nn! Fuck! Shit, Zashi!"

He groaned when Shouta's hips bucked into his hand, sliding slickly against him making a shiver roll down his back as he squeezed their erections together feeling his own breath shaking. Shuddering as fingers squeezed his shoulders tightly. Holding onto him fiercely. God, it was made even better as he was still slick from the black-haired mouth. So good. He moved his hand quickly making his husband whimper at him.

A noise that he couldn't help but echo on a whine as he stroked quickly with his teeth grinding together. It felt like too much. As if this was the true edging. It ached, it throbbed, and God if it wasn't fucking good. He hadn't edged in what felt like the longest time, couldn't focus or remember the last time at that second. And dammit did it feel good in that awful, wicked way. Felt as good as it possibly could.

An agonizing pleasure to be at the height of an orgasm only for it all to stop leaving him writhing, squirming, bucking for anything to tip him over. It was an agony he had forgotten all about but one that had his toes curling tightly. One that had him close to sobs at the thought of having to stop again. He stroked quickly, squeezing and twisting his hand the way that he knew Shouta loved the most.

Had it confirmed when the black-haired man squirmed with a moan flying out of him. God, he loved this man. Loved that his orgasm for once teetered on his husband being benevolent and kind enough to allow it. Even with his shitty, begging skills he knew he'd practice with them. Practice, rehearse and be ready for the next time his husband decided to edge him like this. He groaned as he leaned forward peppering kisses along Shouta's chest.

Loving that little scratch and tickle of those black curls tickling his face as he moved up to nip at his collar bone delightedly earning him a whine from his husband. A squirm as his hips ground down instinctively before thrusting up into his hand. His breaths hitched as his own hips bucked awkwardly. He moved his hand faster, faster, faster, as he listened to their breaths shortening and coming faster.

Felt the squirms from the both of them. He then tugged his brows together when a hand left his shoulder to move down between them. Only for it to click. He bit down on Shouta's collar bone instinctively with a trembling, high moan leaving him when fingers rubbed at the heads of their erections. The action created a wet, slick noise yet even his easy to embarrass husband didn't seem to care.

Didn't seem to care at how much pre-come was welling up for either of them to create such a noise. And threw his head back with a moan as he squirmed when he squeezed tightly. With shaking breaths, his heart pounding viciously against his chest, he wished he could say he wasn't so close again. That his orgasm wasn't clawing its way through him, slow and agonizingly. But it was. Oh, it was, and it was driving him crazy.

As if his own body were furious, he'd stopped his first orgasm in its tracks. As if wanted to take it out on him, decided on the slowest manner possible to drive him nuts. He squirmed with a groan at just how slow it felt; like someone was lining his bones with hot coals that were far more painful than that flaming heat he'd felt earlier, and he couldn't help squirming again as he squeezed instinctively.

His mouth, which had begun to open again, snapped shut as he gnashed his teeth together at that slow, unbearable pressure that was making his stomach flex and clench. Making his thighs jump and tremble like Shouta's. He swallowed to soothe his throat, to find a temporary solution for those breaths hissing through his teeth. Instinctively, he clawed at the black-haired man's lower back fiercely making him moan ecstatically at him.

Lustfully. It made him twitch to hear as he stroked as fast as he possibly could, twisting and curving as he began squeezing in a pulsing method; tight, loose, tight, loose. As if he could choke the damn orgasm out of himself. That if he strangled his dick, it would just come already. It was an ugly, beautiful thing clawing its way into him. Taking it's time slithering along his very bones as he took those hissing, panting breaths through his teeth.

Grunting quietly in frustration as he buried his face into his husband's chest. Felt the hand on his shoulder lift up to allow that arm to curl tightly around his shoulders. A hand in his hair as nails clawed at his scalp and fast breaths warmed the top of his head. Fingers rubbed urgently, eagerly at the heads of their erection. Though he didn't fail to notice that it seemed his husband was focusing more on him than on himself.

Rubbing the pad of his thumb against the slit and massaging his palm against both of them until his breath was hitching through his clenched teeth. Almost, almost, almost. He was almost there. It was so close he could damn near taste it as he huffed desperately, raggedly into the man's chest and he gnashed his teeth together violently. So much so, he worried he might just chip his damn teeth.

But he was so, so, so close. Just a little more, that's all he needed. His muscles were clenching, flexing, and trembling from the stiffening orgasm that clawed its way through him as his husband's hips jumped into his hand only to clutch at him as fingers rubbed, rubbed, rubbed. His own fingers felt a touch slick from the pre-come that managed to well up dripped down. Why did it feel more difficult than he remembered?

God, he was right there so why the hell was it taking so long? Why did his body decide that because he allowed that first one to be stopped that this one needed to be agonizingly slow? Agonizingly difficult? He could hear the tiny, keening whimpers flying out of him. Desperate, needy little noises that sounded out in the back of his throat as Shouta groaned and squirmed. And then he noticed when Shouta went from scratching his scalp to stroking his hair.

Soft, shaking fingers moved over the locks as he stayed there suspended in that awful, awful sensation of being so close, so close, so close and writhing against his husband but his body was being so unbelievably stubborn. He was right there and yet the orgasm was taking its sweet time ripping its way out. He felt tempted, severely tempted to merely stop focusing on himself and get Shouta to come at least once.

Just once so that the man wasn't teetering on this awful sensation as well and just start over from square one for himself. This was such delicious, horrible agony that he was living through, and he felt that he just needed one, tiny push. bUT he couldn't figure out what it was that he needed. What did he need? What was the trigger his body seemed to be waiting for? His brain begged for? He heard Shouta swallow above him.

Fast breaths flying out of him when his groan was gobbled right up when he failed to stop himself from keening out a moan when fingers ground fiercely at the head of his erection when Shouta took a deep, heaving breath. God, why, why, why was it taking so long? He was right there and could feel his body trembling, stiffening periodically with it. Tensing only to relax as he whimpered at his husband.

Begging. Pleading for help but he just couldn't pinpoint what kind of help he needed.

"C-C'mon, Zashi! C'mon! I-I know you're right t-tthere! 's okay! 's okay! J-Just focus on me and cum with me? Please? Please? Y-You can do it, baby! It's- Nnnn! You're f-fffucking dripping, Zashi! So close, you're so close! Come on, don't think about it! J-Just feel good! Feel good a-and cum with me! Please! Please! Be good, Zashi, and j-just cum with me, baby! I-I can-! Yes! Yes, yes, yesss, baby!"

He wanted to say he could last halfway through that he could last five words in, listen for the rest of the way but he couldn't. It was like being electrocuted; his muscles trembled as they stiffened up, the shove that he needed slammed him right off of that teetering edge. If he had known, if he had the tiniest idea that all he needed was that husky, urgent voice speaking to him he would have asked minutes, seconds ago.

Writhing, he cried out against Shouta's chest, feeling fingers clutching at his hair as the man jerked against him with a shout of his own and he couldn't help but marvel it was almost the same. At the same second, they teetered over. It was ironically aweing. When was the last time they came so close at the same time? It was damn near painful how his erection throbbed against his husband's.

Instinctively he squeezed the throbbing, twitching shafts in his hand as he gasped for air as his heart throbbed from those vicious beats. He could hear his husband's shout melting into a low, throaty moan as his hips twitched in between those squirms he gave. Thighs that twitched to spread wider, free hands clutching at one another tightly to hold on. As if it was almost too much and truth be told?

It was. It was far too much as he trembled against his husband who clung to him with those frantic, scratching breaths being taken as that orgasm seemed to rip on forever; wringing every little bit of energy right out of him until it was satisfied, he had nothing else to give. It left far faster than it had taken to build like that, and he was flopping backwards, unable to stay up a moment long as his head swam and spun nauseatingly.

Fuck, he wished he had the air to speak. How could edging one time, stopping one orgasm, make the next feel so goddamn intense? How did it work like that? Was it supposed to work like that? He couldn't remember at the moment. Nothing was coming to him other than that warm, twisting afterglow that had him melting into the bed when he felt Shouta crawling around him. Heard the drawer opening.

It was quickly followed by the crinkle of the wipes package. He turned his head lazily to find his husband turning towards him with two or three wipes in hand, reaching out to take his right hand and begin scrubbing at it; fingers trembling as he did so before using a fresh wipe to clear off the come dripping off of his own hand. He whined at the black-haired man when he began scrubbing at his stomach gently.

As if to wipe away any trace of saliva or pre-come from the skin the best he could until he was squirming and reaching his hands up limply. Watching as Shouta threw away the used wipes then put the package away. When that flushed face turned to him, covered in a clammy sheen of sweat and saw those foggy dark eyes land on him he whined wordlessly until Shouta was crawling into his arms again.

He curled forward, burying his face into Shouta's throat as arms curled around him tightly as if to squeeze him into the man's chest as hands rubbed up and down his back. So completely identical to what he's done for his husband countless times, but it never got old. A hand lifted from his back, one resting down near his lower back. The other reached up to stroke his hair softly. It was so nice.

So unbelievably nice.

He wanted to say something, anything, to this man who had just shoved him off a damn precipice of an orgasm that was rattling him to his core, but he didn't have the words yet. He didn't have the air yet. And his husband seemed to understand that. He seemed to understand it perfectly as lips pressed against the top of his head softly. Melting when that hand continued to stroke over his hair.

Letting a brief little sigh when they slid through the locks before tugging in another breath to soothe his hungry lungs. Melting when they began pulling at any loose knots softly until he was utterly limp against the black-haired man. Felt the frantic beating of his heart, the trembling of his breaths that were so warm against the top of his head, and the best thing of all? The sweetest thing to this beautiful, orgasmic afterglow of theirs?

His husband, this amazingly stoic dark-haired man, Shouta Aizawa began to hum. A soft, crooning melody that he instantly recognized as one of his favorites. It was off, trembling and missing a few notes when his throat cracked but it made him melt to his core. How wonderful this man was, how amazingly lucky he was to be here, and he would have to show that to him. He'd have to express that when he had the energy and the breath.

For now, he would happily bury himself in this man's throat and cling onto him as arms held him tight. Listen to that soft, croaking hum that lulled him happily into a sense of warmth much like the hand stroking his hair. Sliding through the locks, scratching his scalp gently in occasional and cleverly placed strokes. And it was heartwarmingly good. So, so good.