It wouldn't stop. He was grateful when he dismissed his students for the day, able to drop down at his desk and place his hands in his face as he rubbed at it roughly in an attempt to clear his mind. He was trying like hell to keep his professional persona in place before his coworkers and the students, but it was goddamn hard to do it. He dragged at his cheeks, pulling at the skin under his eyes before leaning back in his chair sighing out reaching up to scratch at his hairline lightly.
There was a reason, after all, why he didn't like having sex like that during the week. Normally, he and Hizashi would absolutely have sex during the week; but it was tame. Controlled but still simmering with heat. What happened yesterday was how they normally had sex on the weekends because the blonde knew it would leave him distracted during work the next day. He took a deep breath then let it out slowly when he heard the door grinding open making him look over in its direction and raised a brow when Hizashi came strolling in, hands in his pocket. H
is own bag was slung across his shoulder, holding his laptop no doubt and anything else he can fit inside it, but the sight of his husband's face made him freeze in place. There was a wide, devious smirk on his face. Oh god, what now? What did he do? "Shouta!"
"Hizashi."
"So, remember how I said I was making the list?"
"Mmhmmm."
"Well, I was working on it this morning before classes and then just now when the kiddos were freed!"
"And you're telling me this, why?"
"Because I have the perfect idea for tonight!"
The perfect idea, huh? Shouta raised his brows as his husband strolled over to his desk, his hands pulling out of the pockets, he hummed back in acknowledgement at his husband who stopped just in front of his desk with that smug smirk still on his lips. The expression 'the cat that ate the canary' floated through his mind as he stared at the blonde and he twisted in his chair, rolling forward to press his stomach to the edge of the desk and pressed a fist to his cheek.
Hizashi was a wicked man, always coming up with ideas and deals that often lead Shouta to a flustered, shy state with minimal prompting and he hated was like dealing with the Devil sometimes and Hizashi seemed to relish the comparison. Devil's Advocate he called himself. He blinked when neither of them spoke only to quickly realize that his husband was waiting for him to speak, and he straightened up again folding his hands on top of his laptop before him.
He then looked up at the blonde who was bouncing on his toes with his hands locked behind him. "What's your idea, Zashi?"
"Well, you have to understand that it's really tame compared to everything else that could possibly ever go on the list!"
Why did he sound strangely nervous? It was an undercurrent to the excitement as his husband jiggled and bounced his toes and Shouta frowned at that. He'd been like this all day; jittery, louder than normal, excited, unable to stay still for one second when they were in close proximity to each other ever since Shouta agreed to his little challenge yesterday afternoon. He was honestly surprised Hizashi had been able to sleep with how much he wriggled and squirmed happily in the bed next to him.
Even going so far as babbling his ear off until one in the morning when he finally shouted at the blonde to go to sleep already. He sighed reaching a hand up to scratch his cheek as he looked down then to his sleeping bag he had rolled up in the corner next to his computer bag. Then Hizashi's hands slammed down on the desk, making the mug of pens he had rattled gently, and he nearly jumped as he looked up at the blonde.
"So, don't be weirded out, okay? It's really easy, just like the you know what, and I promise it'll come naturally the more you try it out and-"
"Hizashi, what is it that you want to do?" Shouta cut his husband's babbling off making the blonde bit his lip for a moment, his brows twitching together for a split second, and he felt a strange feeling of dread tiptoe down his spine.
God, what was with this? It was just as bad as one of his students coming to him with a reckless or stupid idea they wanted to try out for the first time, or they split off from the group during training with a partner. It was terrifying just what could possibly be going through the blonde's head, and he turned in his chair bending down grabbing his bag as he waited for the blonde to speak. He was turning back to the desk as he unzipped the bag to slide his laptop into it when he looked at the blonde with a pointed look.
"Are you going to tell me or are you just gonna stand there jumping around like a little kid?"
"Okay, promise you won't get mad? And you won't find it too weird?"
This again? Just what did Hizashi want to do? He frowned at the blonde who drummed his fingers against the desk nervously before he shifted his weight from his left to right foot, swaying with the movement, and he raised his brows. It was rare anything could really make Hizashi truly, genuinely nervous, and he had to admit he was curious about just what it was that made his husband so nervous but in reality, it could be anything. His husband could say the wildest thing right now and it would still have the power to make Shouta clam up.
He watched the blonde's chest expand with his next breath then let it out slowly before smiling again though it had that nervous energy to it making it wobble on his lips which he licked before speaking. "Tonight, after Toshi and Eri are in bed, I want to have sex again! But, um, this time I don't want you to use my name."
Okay he wasn't expecting that. Not by a long shot. He tilted his head, squinting at the blonde as his hand stilled in its task of zipping the bag shut and he blinked for a second before resuming that squint. What the hell did he mean not to use his name? What was he supposed to call him? He forced his hand to move again to finish zipping the bag shut before standing up on his feet, slinging the strap over his head and reaching down to grab his yellow sleeping bag before turning to his husband again taking a little breath himself before tilting his head again.
He really didn't understand that. Genuinely it had to be one of the most head tilting, chin scratching thing Hizashi had ever said in their time together. "What? What do you mean?"
Again, he got that nervous silence, the blonde pushing to stand up straight again and the way his teeth bit at his lower lip again before dragging over it sends a tiny little shiver down Shouta's spine. He didn't appreciate it enough how attractive his husband looked when he was biting his lip and yet he knew it was a nervous reaction at the moment. "Okay, don't be mad! Keep an open mind, okay? That's part of this whole challenge! To keep an open mind!"
"I get that, Hizashi. Just spit it out, what do you want me to do? What do you want to do tonight?"
His smile quivered on his lips as his brows came together and was- Is he blushing? Why? "So, um, tonight while we're having sex I don't want you to use my name. I want you to call me Daddy."
"You want me to what?"
He couldn't stop the bark from flying around him as heat crawled up to his cheeks burning fiercely as he stared at his husband who was swaying on his feet again with a little bob to it that made him look like a cockatoo. He wanted him to call him that? Why? What was the purpose? He heard the students using that term whether it was to jokingly describe young All Might or even the one time he caught Bakugo's group of friends calling Best Jeanist this stupid name. What was it? Jean Daddy?
It made him reach a hand up to his eyes rubbing them fiercely before his other hand joined up to rub at each eye before tugging at the corners before pulling his hands away keeping them up as he shrugged his shoulders. "Why? Why do you want me to call you that? Eri calls you that! It's disgusting!"
"Shoutaaa, you said you'd keep an open mind!" Hizashi whined at him as the black-haired man began walking around the desk, picking his sleeping bag off of the surface and tucking it under his arm as he stared incredulously at his husband who began to follow after him as he walked forward briskly. Like he could get away from the conversation. "C'mon! You don't even need to think about Eri calling me it! She means it as a kid who has a father figure way! The way that you would be saying it would be in a sexual manner! They're completely different! Two circles that will never ever touch!"
"It's weird, Zashi, it's fucking weird." He replied bluntly as he rushed past the podium, struggling to keep from breaking into a sprint as he buried his face into the capture weapon around his throat letting out a breath.
Of all the things that Hizashi could ever want from him this was it? God, it may be tame compared to other things that would or could go on the list it was still embarrassing. He didn't get it, not even with the younger heroes that said it, and he didn't understand how people found it arousing to call their partner that. Maybe he just wasn't the type to do that? He swallowed a frustrated groan as he stepped out into the hallway, his husband shutting the classroom door behind him before rushing to follow after Shouta as he matched the black-haired man's strides.
"You could have chosen anything else but that because that's just fucking strange, and you know how I feel about it."
"But won't you try? For me? Just try saying it once while we're in bed together and if you don't like it I won't ever bring it up again!"
God, he sounded like he was trying to persuade a child into eating something new for the first time and he felt his cheeks burn hotter at the tone and whipped around, stopping in his tracks, making Hizashi stumble over his own feet to stop in time to keep from smashing into him. His hands were held out but quickly flew up, palms facing him, as if trying to look innocent as possible.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, okay? I'm not trying to pressure you into it, you know that! I'm just saying that how do you know you won't like something if you're not even willing to try? And if you do try it then don't like it I'll never breathe a word of it, that much you know, right? Because I don't want to make you uncomfortable after you just agreed to it and-!"
"I'll do it! I'll try it and then you're never going to mention it ever again either way, got it?" He growled his words at the blonde who stared at him with hope on his face, eyes no doubt wide behind his shades, and Shouta struggled with the emotions swimming in his chest.
It was like waves pummeling him and choking him before he could get his head above water. He didn't want to start refusing Hizashi now, not after he agreed to it, but God why that? He grits his teeth as the blonde remained quiet for a moment before throwing his arms out tugging Shouta to him making him grunt as his face was smashed to Hizashi's shoulder uncomfortably. His arms were tight around him, squeezing him fiercely, and he dropped his precious sleeping bag as Hizashi's hand slid up to weave into his hair making him tense as he began wriggling.
"Thank you, Sho! I promise no matter what happens I'll never bring it up again!"
And the hope in his voice was almost painful to hear with how intense and bright it was that Shouta sighed. He'd bend over backwards to give this man what he wanted and the blonde knew that. He didn't want to do it, cringed at the way it was used, but what harm would come from this? His pride? He could live with a blow to that but the embarrassment that welled up seemed to have a different thing to say about it.
How many times had he cringed during dinner when Eri called out for Daddy? Many times. Countless times. Every. Single. Time. When they had said their goodnights once their after-dinner movie was over Shouta had been absolutely desperate to call it off. He couldn't even bring himself to snap at Hizashi when he referred to himself as Daddy when talking to the cats and it seemed that he fit it in everywhere he could once they got home.
As if he was trying to desensitize Shouta to the word. Like he was trying to prove it didn't mean anything. He swallowed as he drained the rest of his wine before putting the glass in the sink, screwing the cap onto the bottle, and then squeezing the neck tightly in his hand to remove the trembling. This was so much more nerve-wracking, so much more embarrassing, than the porn had been yesterday. But hadn't he lost that embarrassment?
Hadn't he gotten into it? But this was different. This felt different. He rubbed his palms against his thighs, as if to get the shake from his hand out of him, and his heart was beating frantically against his chest making him take a deep breath to fight down the nervousness that was clawing up his throat. He looked around the room like it had an escape hatch, door, or even the window like he would throw himself out the moment Hizashi walked in.
His embarrassment, his nervousness, made his face burn hotly and he wished he had the excuse of saying it was one too many glasses, but he had only had one and a half glasses tonight. He wasn't impaired at all, nowhere close to tipsy, and he wished he was. Maybe it would make squeezing the word out much easier. He had such warring emotions and thoughts fighting for dominance in his head; to say he couldn't do this, that he didn't think he was physically capable of doing it.
And then there was another side of him that was trying to convince him he could. That it was like Hizashi said; it wasn't a big deal. So why was his brain making it a big deal? Was it because the sound of teenagers using it so freely and his daughter calling Hizashi it that put him off? He took another, slow even breath before letting it out as he let his head bow forward as he then gripped the fabric of his pants tightly in his hands.
He was nervous, he was embarrassed, and yet that quiet little part of his brain was insisting he could do this. If he could live through what he's lived through, made the decisions he's made and practically taken the view of a whole class as his unofficial adoptive children that would surely make him go gray then he could do this. He licked his lips before biting at the inside of his lower lip, not quite on it, but the little pain it brought had him focusing.
Grounding himself. He swallowed as he shut his eyes, uncurling his tight grip on his pants to rub at his face fiercely before moving them up to his hair and weaving them through the locks to tug lightly at them. He continued with those deep, even breaths the best he could because he knew if he stopped he'd start hyperventilating. God, this was worse than when he'd confessed his feelings to the blonde.
He looked up with a twitch when he heard Hizashi's voice; it was muffled, not as clear as it could be, and definitely near the front of the house. What was he saying? The way he was speaking maybe it was Hitoshi he was talking too? He didn't know but he tensed when the sound of thumping footsteps came quickly towards the bedroom, and he dropped his hands from his hair. He couldn't -wouldn't- let Hizashi seem him hanging on by a thread.
If he saw him like this he'd feel awful and beg for forgiveness all night long. He'd think it was a mistake, that he upset Shouta more than he'd ever say, and he didn't want to give that impression. Not at all. But at the same time he wanted to shout that he couldn't do this. He didn't think he could do it. He swallowed when the doors slid open and Hizashi slipped inside quickly, cutting off the view of Simba and Cappella chasing after him only to look curiously into the room as the doors shut.
Then he flipped the lock turning to Shouta. His hopeful face, the excitement he'd seen moments ago, fell off of his face for one of worry. Concern. "Sho, are you okay?"
"I'm fine!" He snapped at the blonde who walked over to him, his hands raising upwards slowly as if he didn't want to spook the black-haired man and once he came to a stop in front of Shouta he cupped his face.
Thumbs stroked his cheeks softly, his gaze flicking up to Hizashi and he reached up to lightly touch the blonde's wrists before sliding his hands up his forearms in what he hoped was just as comforting manner. He took a breath then let it out before forcing his lips to twitch upwards as those worried eyes stared down at him and he continued moving his hands along Hizashi's forearms gently much like the thumbs on his cheeks did.
Staring up at his husband, at the concern on his face, he couldn't help but feel that nagging thought in the bag of his head scratch desperately at him. That he could do this. "I'm- It's nothing, Zashi. I can do this."
"I don't want you to force yourself, baby." Hizashi mumbled down at him, using his hold on Shouta's face to tip his head back and leaning down to kiss his forehead then the tip of his nose. His hot cheeks. Shouta couldn't stop his lips from parting slightly when the lips crawled down his cheek just enough to press a kiss to the corner of his lips. It was comforting, it was sending warmth trickling through his veins, and he breathed out shakily against his husband's cheek. "Shouta, I won't be angry one bit if you don't or can't do this. I know it's a big step from watching porn together, a big step in general for us, but I don't want you to force yourself do this."
He took a deep breath, reaching up to grip up on the fabric of his husband's shirt tightly as he closed his eyes for a moment. Needing that second to ground himself once more as he inhaled the weak scent of his husband's fading cologne. "I'm not. It's just- I don't know. I don't know, Zashi."
"Shouta, you have every right to refuse right now, every right to tell me to fuck off with this idea and I'll forget ever mentioning it. The last thing I want is you here on the verge of a damn panic attack, baby! That's not what I wanted to happen tonight, not at all. I don't want to pressure you into something that makes you uncomfortable." He paused then before speaking in a whisper, his voice carrying the worry he'd seen in his eyes and the concern on his face.
"Can you do this, Sho? Do you want to do this?" Could he do this? Did he want to do this? He felt the answer was somewhere in his mind, he just had to find it and pull it out of himself. Could he do it? He looked at the blonde, so close to himself but not so close either of them would strain their eyes trying to look at the other, and he found himself licking his lips again.
He moved his hands along the blonde's forearms, the hair there ticklish against his hands, and touched the backs of Hizashi's hands with the tips of his fingers hesitantly. Then, feeling a small burst of confidence, he slid them to press his palms again the blonde's hands listening to the quiet click of their wedding rings as he took a deep breath for what felt like the millionth time."I said I'd try. I told you I would and I-I want to try but it's just-"
"I know, it's hard. Especially with kids running around calling every hot man our age it so it's natural to find weird or even cringe worthy which I understand completely. I just, I don't know, I hear about it all the time and I wanted to try it with you. Wanted to know what you'd sound like calling me it, you know?"
He watched the blonde's lips curl into an awkward little smile that made his heart flutter as he moved his fingers to lightly rub at Hizashi's gently, swallowing as the blonde then tilted his head to the side making the light reflect off of the lenses in a flash. "But really, Sho, if you don't want to do this then we don't have too. It's not the end of the world. And if you do really want to try then we can start however you want. You don't have to call me it right this second, we can build up to it, and take it at your pace because even if you do or don't say it, I still get to have sex with you tonight!"
He could try this. He knew he could try and if he couldn't then like Hizashi said, it wouldn't be the end of the world. He slid his hands from the blonde's, reaching out to tug his hair from the ridiculous bun he'd put it in earlier and watching the blonde locks fall around his shoulders, down his back, framing his face. The sight was comforting, and he then slid his hands along the sides of his face, past his ears carefully, to weave his fingers into the locks around his face pulling it away. He watched the blonde's lips part with a breath of his own that shook lightly on the way out, his own lips parting again as he began tugging Hizashi forward.
"Kiss me."
And he did. Shouta couldn't help feeling the satisfaction, the strangled joy, that streaked through him when Hizashi pressed his lips to his softly like he was afraid of spooking him. He tilted his head to fit their lips together better before he settled on moving his lips against the blonde's which earned him a soft hum in response as the hands slid from his face, down the sides of his neck lightly, then down his arms. All slow, all sending goosebumps across his skin when the hands grasped at his own and weaving fingers together snuggly. This time Shouta let out a soft sound of his own as he flexed his fingers slightly, wiggling them as if to fit in better against the blonde's.
Curling them to press against the backs of Hizashi's hands as his own trembled lightly. How strange was it that little noises like their lips moving together, the breaths they took through their noses, could be so startlingly loud in the silence of the room. He knew he could suggest Hizashi to put some music on, anything to fill the background, but he didn't want to move his lips from the blonde's. It was nice, it was comfortable, and it was making a warmth flicker beneath his skin.
Like he had just stepped under the shower. It was a slow building heat all from kissing his husband. He sucked in a breath before moving his lips quicker against Hizashi's, pressing harder to his, and he shivered when it was answered in kind. He let out a little sound when he felt the hands slide away from his, his brows coming together, only to feel realization crash into him when he felt Hizashi leaning forward against him. Coaxing him to lay backwards.
He pulled away from the kiss creating a little smacking sound and he shivered again at just how wide the blonde's pupils were when the lashes fluttered before opening to look at Shouta. He pulled his hands from the long blonde locks gently, the tremble to his hands making themselves known, and he then wiggled before he began moving backwards. He scooted quickly, his hands shaking against the sheets ever so slightly were pulling himself further on the bed to allow Hizashi to climb on as well which he did rather eagerly.
He sat up for just a second longer, letting Hizashi peck his lips softly three times in rapid succession, before he let his hands slide against the sheets and laying on his back. He shifted his legs, spreading them when Hizashi crawled forward, and he watched Hizashi pluck his glasses off of his face reaching over with a grunt as he placed them on the pillows before turning back to him. He then planted his hands on either side of his upper arms.
The blonde then leaned down and began placing little kisses across Shouta's hot face gently then moving down to press three pecking kisses to his lips. He could feel Hizashi's breaths mingling with his own as they hovered over his own and with one more light little kiss to his upper lip he was tilting his head pressing his lips down firmly onto Shouta's. He let out a quiet moan as he moved his lips with Hizashi's, the hard press of his lips to his, the quick pace that was used.
He reached his hands up to tangle them in the locks that had spilled over his husband's shoulders with the new position, and he loved the equally quiet noise leaving the blonde who pressed his lips against him with such urgency he shivered. He responded to that emotion, the movements, with his own sense of urgency as a hand came up to brush against the side of his face before a thumb was rubbing circles into his jaw gently.
It was easy to get lost in kissing Hizashi. He had to say it was one of his favorite things to do, ever since they were teens, and he relished every single moment of it. He let out a little noise of content when moved his lips faster to keep up with the blonde's movements, though the circles being rubbed into his jaw were strangely comforting despite the urgency that spilled into the kiss. He made another little noise, not quite a moan but not exactly a hum, when he felt Hizashi's lips part against his and lick at his lip softly.
He slid his hands from his hair letting it fall against his own face as he wrapped his arms around his neck holding him closer as he parted his lips. He could feel the excitement inside of him flying down with little sparks to his groin as his hips lifted from the bed just a bit to arch up against the blonde's and the way Hizashi moaned into the kiss at the action had him moaning back. Especially when the blonde shifted then pressed his hips down against Shouta's arched ones.
Pinning them back to the bed making him moan out again as he twitched upwards as if to push against Hizashi's with a trembling breath through his nose. He could feel the bulge pressing against him making him squirm against the sheets and hissing in a breath when the blonde began grinding against him. He tried to focus on the way the blonde curled and twisted his tongue with Shouta's, licking at it as if coaxing him to play, and yet he was swallowing to keep from drooling when he was bucking with a louder moan as the blonde ground against him deliberately.
The way he rolled his hips in the tight circles against him had his toes curling in his socks, finding no real stability as his feet slid against the sheets due to those socks, but he didn't mind. He managed a grinding rhythm that wasn't quite as big in movement as the blonde's but rather tight little circles that him breathing shakily through his nose as he began pulling at Hizashi's shirt. He whined when the blonde pulled away, embarrassment managing to twinge inside of him when he caught sight of the strand of saliva trailing between them.
It was more mortifying to see it then break and flutter down Hizashi's chin. God, it was embarrassing. However, Hizashi didn't seem embarrassed in the slightest bit for he smirked down at Shouta before reaching down pulling his shirt up then tossing it behind him as he reached for the black-haired man's shirt. Shouta sat up on his forearms as the blonde grabbed the hem of his shirt before pulling it upwards prompting him to lift his arms as the fabric was tugged over his head then thrown in a similar fashion.
He reached out before he could even think of stopping himself, tracing the path of Hizashi's happy trail that disappeared beneath the waistline of his pants before sliding upwards feeling the muscles quiver beneath his touch. He then looked up at the blonde, as if to make sure it was fine, only to find those green eyes watching his hands eagerly and he slid his hands up to his smooth chest where he trailed the tips of his fingers over the pierced nipples.
It was fascinating how with a simple shiver they were hardening beneath his fingers, and he felt his heart stutter over its beats. He rubbed his thumbs against them which earned him a moan of approval from the blonde. He whimpered softly when his husband ground his hips down against him in response making his hips jump up as he then pinched the nipples tightly. Hizashi always loved a good, tight squeeze but he it drove him wild ever since he got them pierced and Shouta loved indulging in the reactions he could drag out of the man.
However, Shouta couldn't help but feel a stab of anxiety because he knew it was coming. He knew eventually they'd get into it, and it would be brought up. A test to see if he was okay with it. And it worried him that he'd lock up before he could even attempt to get the word out. As if sensing that Hizashi made a soft humming noise as he rolled his hips down against him pulling a moan from his throat as his fingers unintentionally squeezed the blonde's nipples tighter than he meant too.
So tight he swore he could feel the bar running through them. The sound that left Hizashi was choked, his hips grinding faster, and Shouta whimpered softly at the resulting pleasure that sparked through him when the blonde leaned forward again pushing him backwards. He honestly appreciated it this time rather than the usual irritation he would have felt at being shoved down twice in a row but this time there was nothing but gratefulness, a relief, that he was down again as it allowed him to move his hips with Hizashi's.
Then he moved his hands from the blonde's nipples with a drifting of his fingertips over them pulling a whine from him and he reached down to tug at the waistline of his husband's pants. His hands were shaking as he pushed at the fabric and Hizashi reached down to grab at them giving a soft squeeze that had Shouta looking up at the blonde. There was a soft, concerned look to his face as the blonde rubbed his thumbs against his knuckles gently.
"It's okay, baby, it's okay." He whispered leaning down placing little fluttering kisses against his hot cheek, his mustache tickling his skin, and then the blonde released one of his hands to brush his hair from his forehead placing a kiss there as well.
Then they moved down to the bridge of his nose, the tip of it, then to his top lip where a light kiss was placed before a kiss filled with such affection was given that it made Shouta's legs squirm after the blonde pulled away. "Do you want to try saying it? Just once? See how you feel about it? I don't want you to feel anxious or upset, Sho, not when we're supposed to be feeling good. That's not what I ever want for you when we're in bed, okay?"
Did he want to try? His throat felt tight as he stared at his husband, his face uncomfortably hot, as he then looked away while his lips trembled wordlessly for a moment, and he then gritted his teeth together. It was just a word. A simple, little word and yet he felt such an overwhelming amount of embarrassment at the thought of saying it that he was struck wordless. Hizashi was only asking him to try and he was struggling.
He pulled in a breath as he forced his gaze back to his husband who was still rubbing his knuckles with his right hand, back and forth, in a soothing rhythm that he wanted to look down at, but he didn't. Couldn't. He swallowed when he looked up at Hizashi wondering just what could make this easier. What could break the seal and coax him into saying it? What could he do? What should he do? What could possibly make this feel easier, make it come out without the mortifying embarrassment? Then it struck him as suddenly as a bolt of lightning. That's it. That's it!
"Zashi, I have an idea."
"Hmmm?"
"Um, wh-why don't-"
God, even saying this made him feel embarrassed as he forced himself to keep his eyes up on the blonde's face that was now becoming one of curiosity when he the squeeze to his hand spurred him on. He took a deep breath and couldn't stop himself nor force himself from looking at Hizashi a second longer. He looked to the side when his free hand threw up to press his forearm against his eyes. As if the barrier could make it more bearable for him to say his idea out loud to his husband and he swallowed to soothe his throat before choking out his final words.
"W-Why don't you call yourself that first? M-Make it...easier. I know you've been saying it since we got home bu-but you said it was different in the bedroom? That it's different when used in a sexual way? I haven't heard it be used that way yet and it's-it's putting me off. I can't say it when all I can hear is it being used in a parental way."
"Oh!" Hizashi squeaked out the word, the surprise in it so genuine that even Shouta felt a flicker of it in his own chest, and then a hand was gripping his wrist tugging at his arm but when he refused to move it the blonde leaned down. He pressed his own forehead to the black-haired man's forearm, letting his lips hover over Shouta's before leaning in pressing another soft kiss that made him whine softly as he fought the urge to peek out from under his arm when the blonde moved back. "I can do that for you, baby! Absolutely! Do you want me to say it now or work up to it?"
"If you value my sanity then you'll work up to it."
"Got it! Now, move your arm! It makes it a bit awkward to kiss you, doesn't it?"
Shouta didn't want too. He ground his teeth together however as he forced his arm away only for his gaze to flicker up to Hizashi's face and he found not a drop of frustration, a flicker of irritation, on the man's face or in his eyes but rather an excitement that was familiar. Did it really not bother him at all? There's no way someone could be so understanding and yet here he was with perhaps the most understanding person he could have ever hoped to be with.
It was off putting in a strange sense. He felt like he was being a baby and Hizashi was coaxing him into relaxing, into having fun, but he was that stubborn child refusing. Everyone and everything needed to meet in the middle, and he felt like his husband was already in the middle waiting for Shouta to meet him there. He then pulled his hand from Hizashi's in favor of locking both of them behind his neck tugging him down and letting out a little sigh as the blonde moved eagerly down to press their lips together.
It was like they had never stopped. The way his lips moved against his own, the passion that was poured into it and the heat that flashed beneath his skin in its presence in the kiss muted any trace of embarrassment just enough for him to fall back into the familiar rhythm. He could feel his heart beating roughly, almost uncomfortably fast, against his chest as Hizashi kissed him so enthusiastically it had his breath coming faster through his nose.
He slid his hands from the back of his neck up into the soft locks of hair, twisting them around his fingers as he pressed gently as if to make Hizashi press his lips harder against his own. His next breath shook on its way out as hips began slowly grinding against his own again, not so much focused on speed but rather with a pressure that made him groan into the kiss. He shivered when a hand wriggled between them to drift down his stomach making the muscles jump.
It was instinctive how he arched his hips up to press firmly, eagerly, against Hizashi's as he began copying the grinding rhythm. His lashes trembled against his skin tickling it gently when he moaned jerking his hips up when the hand drifting on his stomach slid beneath the waistline of his pants then past the boxers. It was another silent, desperate plea like yesterday. His next moan was higher in pitch when the blonde's fingers wrapped around his erection and his hips jumped up again when little, tight strokes had him whimpering softly.
It wasn't nearly enough but God did it feel good either way. He loved the moan he got from Hizashi when he raised his own hand to push down the blonde's pants. His hips paused in their grinding rhythm to jerk forward against Shouta's hand much like his had. He moved his fingers through the wiry pubic hair until he was wrapping them around his husband's erection to begin moving in those same, tight little stroking movements Hizashi was giving him.
He groaned when he tried his best to move his hand in longer, decent strokes but the fabric of his pants made it hard yet the answering gasp he got from the blonde, the way the hand around him began doing the same, made him squirm. Then Hizashi was pulling his hand out, a whimper flying out of him when the blonde also pulled his lips away and reached down grabbing Shouta's arm with a moan when he squeezed instinctively.
"Come on, Sho, take'em off!" Hizashi groaned out then moved from between his legs to hook his thumbs in the fabric of his pants and boxers while Shouta gawked for a moment as he watched both items fly down the blonde's legs.
Then he rushed to do the same, struggling with his own pants and boxers with an annoyed grunt flying out of him when they bunched around his thighs multiple times, and it was this that had Hizashi moving back towards him. The blonde reached out grabbing at the fabric before easing it down Shouta's legs, perhaps the patience in his movements really made a difference from how the black-haired man had been shoving at them to get it off as fast as possible.
Once they were off, they were dropped to the floor with a faint thump only for Hizashi to turn crawling over to the bedside table, tugging the drawer open and grabbing those all too familiar items before shutting it then turning back to him. That hungry look, so lustful it rattled his bones, flashed on the blonde's face making him swallow. It was just like yesterday. It was like he was about to be eaten whole.
"You wanna feel good, baby?"
"Yes!" He breathed the word with such enthusiasm that his own voice sounded foreign to him as Hizashi placed the box and lube down on the bed as he reached down sliding a finger down the length of his erection.
His hips jumped when the hand then shifted, flipping with his fingers pointing downwards and heel up towards the tip as he began rubbing at him and he moaned out though he tried his best to control the volume of it. They weren't alone like yesterday. The last thing he wanted to do was even allow a chance at being heard and yet the way Hizashi rubbed his erection was challenging his fortitude as his hips began bouncing in time with the rubbing pace. He shivered when Hizashi pressed a gentle kiss to his chest.
"Mmmmmnn, Zashi! Feels good! Ahh!"
"Does it? That's great!"
Then he watched a wicked twitch that turned into a smile as his husband then bent down, more than likely to hide it, pressing kisses up his chest to his throat where he nipped at his Adam's Apple, kissed just below his jaw then backwards to his ear. He shivered at the warmth of his husband's hitching breaths when teeth bit at his earlobe before Hizashi licked up the edge of his ear making him whine as his hips bounced eagerly as the rubbing came faster.
His breaths were rasping out of him, gasps that sounded far too loud and he hoped to God or whoever in the universe that was there that Hizashi had been banishing Hitoshi to his room earlier before he came in. He then whimpered when the friction, the pressure of Hizashi's hand forcing his erection against his skin where the tip beaded with pre-come against his happy trail had him squirming. "If it feels so good then won't you make Daddy feel good too?"
He choked on his next breath, his body jolting in shock, as his bouncing hips stuttered and yet the heat of a fresh blush crawled up into his cheeks burning hotly as a heated tingle raced under his skin. The low sound of Hizashi's voice, just the way he whispered the words had Shouta whimpering as the embarrassment did its best to claw up. It was hard, however, as it was smothered beneath the lust, the arousal, that was wrapping around inside of him.
He gasped in a breath squeezing his eyes shut when Hizashi's hand continued rubbing at him, flipping his hand around to rub at the tip with his fingers making him strangle the shout in his throat. What would have been a shout instead came out as a wheeze that made Hizashi shiver. It was strange, very strange, to hear Hizashi referring to himself like that, but hadn't he done it earlier? Was this what the blonde was talking about? But was there really a difference? Between saying Daddy in a parental way or a sexual way?
Some quiet voice in the back of his mind screamed it was still weird, that it was so fucking weird, but then his hips resumed their jittery, bouncing rhythm in time with the rubbing that started up again. The thought was lost but still his mind refused to think it much less speak it, making his jaw clench for just a moment before he moved his head in a little nod that quickly became a fast nod that had Hizashi pulling his hand away. He forced his eyes open, peeking through the lashes, at his husband who was moving backwards only to push off the bed to flop backwards against the headboard and he smiled as he spread his legs.
"Come here, baby!" He curled his fingers a few times when he held his hands out, that smile on his lips still, though his eyes seemed dark with the lust that smoldered in them. They were mesmerizing. He shivered as he began pushing himself to a sitting position as he then shifted towards the blonde.
It was only that he realized his heart was racing, positively pounding, with excitement that sped through his veins and left him trembling as he rolled onto his knees then crawled forward to settle himself in between Hizashi's legs. His hands planted on the mattress on either side of the blonde's hips, the man's smile widening then as Shouta let his gaze flick over the red face of his husband. And he wondered, did his own words have an effect on him? Did Hizashi secretly find it arousing? How? Why? When would he have found it to be a turn on?
"If you want to make me feel good, baby, then why don't you suck Daddy's cock for a bit?"
Jesus. The way the word just fell off of Hizashi's lips as naturally as anything was surprising and he twitched at the sound of it, his face burning fiercely, as he felt his lips moving wordlessly but what did he want to say? Did he have anything to say? He didn't know, he truly didn't know, just what his mouth wanted to say for not a word flew through his mind that sounded rational. Hizashi seemed to understand because his smile softened slightly as he reached out stroking Shouta's bangs from his face briefly then slid it down to his cheek.
It was his non-verbal asking of 'are you okay?' that they had come up with years ago and he let out a shuddering breath before nodding. He was fine. He was okay. He wasn't panicking as much as he thought he would at hearing it from Hizashi but himself? God, he didn't know what his reaction would be if he heard his own voice saying it. How he'd fair if he felt his lips moving to shape the word.
He shivered when the hand on his cheek slid up to his hair pushing his bangs from his face again and he moved downwards, shifting into a laying position only to twitch as his erection rubbed between his stomach and the sheets. When he was eye level with his husband's erection, he was surprised to feel it throbbing lightly under his lips and it only served to confirm in his mind that perhaps Hizashi liked this more than he was saying.
He mouthed at it, going up and down before moving down to the base placing his hands on Hizashi's thighs to keep them open because he knew sometimes the man would clamp his thighs around his head tightly. So tight that sometimes he wouldn't be able to move. He felt the blonde's thighs jump beneath his hands when he delivered a long lick all the way up to the tip listening to the moan his action got and nearly echoing the sound as he pressed a kiss to the tip.
He then covered it, sliding down feeling both the blonde's thighs twitching and the erection twitching against his tongue as he stopped about halfway. Just enough for the head to rest near the back of his tongue but not so far that it could possibly gag him. He always did have a much more sensitive gag reflex while Hizashi openly bragged on his nonexistent one and claimed it was just a perk from his quirk.
Smug asshole.
Shouta could feel Hizashi's hips twitch as if to thrust up before stopping himself as Shouta looked up at the blonde only to inhale sharply through his nose with a shiver. His cheeks were red, so damn vivid, his lashes lowered over his smoldering gaze and his mouth had dropped open, brows tugged together, as he stared down at Shouta like he was the most important thing in the world. The only thing that mattered.
There were wisps of hair clinging to his face lightly, like cobwebs drifting lazily, and he could see a light sheen to his forehead already and he gazed up at him for a moment longer before shutting his eyes. He could still see the image imprinted on the back of his eyelids as he began bobbing his head slowly, loving the muffled moan it pulled from the blonde and he knew he had pinched his lips together.
There was a time and place for being loud, they both knew that, but when it's a school night on a Wednesday then clearly that wasn't the time. He made sure to move his tongue against the firm flesh that twitched with his actions, and he moaned softly when he tasted a drop of pre-come on the back of his tongue as he bobbed his head. He was really worked up, wasn't he? He was about as worked up as Shouta had gotten yesterday with the porn.
Why hadn't Hizashi said something sooner? Sure, it was dead fucking weird, and he wasn't sure where it even developed or became an interest for the blonde, but he wouldn't openly scorn his husband for his interests. He had told him bluntly, multiple times, it was fucking weird but he would try it if it made Hizashi happy. Because nothing made him happier or more satisfied than making his husband happy.
He suckled at the tip each time he came up before sinking back down to that halfway point on his husband's erection feeling the hips twitching eagerly as Hizashi's other hand weaved into his hair as he began pushing lightly at his head. His brows came together as he felt that light pushing, his hands kneading at the trembling thighs beneath them, and he made a noise of protest when the hands pushed at his head more insistently when he opened his eyes looking up at his husband with a glare.
The man didn't seem to care, however, at the sight of his glare for he seemed so completely lost in his pleasure that he wondered if anything he said at this point would be remembered. Was he drooling? He widened his eyes at the blonde who closed his mouth for a second, swallowing if the bobbing of his Adam's Apple said anything about it, and then they were parting with racing breaths that sounded just as loud as Shouta's had.
Then the fingers dug nails lightly into his scalp, tugging at his hair with that same insistence, before Shouta let out a breath through his nose then breathing in as he fought the urge to grind himself against the mattress. No matter how tempting the idea of that friction would be. It seemed, however, that the breath he took as he slid up to the tip was the opportunity for Hizashi because very quickly he found his head being pushed down firmly sending him flying down Hizashi's length to the base as fast as the blonde could get him.
He gagged as his nose pressed against the blonde hairs, tears springing up in the corners of his eyes, his hands scrabbling at the blonde's thighs to push himself up but the hands on his head kept him in place as the blonde shouted out. It was too loud, much too loud, and he focused his watery gaze upwards to glare at his husband who was gasping as his hips ground themselves against his mouth much like his had yesterday.
The action had him gagging again as he felt the erection twitching, his breaths struggling to rasp down when there didn't seem to be space for it to go down to his lungs making a mild feeling of worry settle into him. A touch of panic. But then the next sound that left Hizashi sounded strangely like a deep, throaty yowl through clenched teeth as his hips moved urgently in their grinding as Shouta swallowed. Something about it made that yowling sound break off into a rasping growl that left his husband sending shudders down his spine.
God, he sounded feral. He sounded like he was going to rip him to shreds the second he got him where he wanted him and something about that had his hips grinding down against the mattress, almost as desperate and urgent as Hizashi's had. His head was spinning lightly, the start of a more intense sensation he knew. As awed as he was by how well he was taking the length despite those two gags he couldn't deny there was a larger part of him that wanted to shout at Hizashi to let him fucking breathe-!
"Fuck yes! Mmm! God, that feels fucking awesome!" Hizashi was hissing his words, like he wanted to shout them, but held himself back as his hands seemed to press him tighter to his pelvis making him gag weakly at the movement.
Then his head was being lifted then slammed back down with such ferocity that he moaned around the twitching erection. He felt the blonde's body jerk with the vibrations, could only imagine him throwing his head back, as he made that same growling noise. He squeezed his eyes shut as his head was lifted then slammed down only for an intense gag to overtake him when Hizashi began thrusting his hips up each time he came down.
He dug his nails into the blonde's inner thighs, feeling them quiver beneath him in response and he struggled to breathe each time he was pulled upwards, but it always cut off as he was pushed back down. Harder, he was doing it harder, and it was absolutely ruthless. While he loved giving Hizashi blowjobs, enjoyed watching the blonde fall apart, there was something so goddamn hot about the absolute ruthlessness Hizashi was presenting as he kept tugging then pushing at his head.
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Su-Suck my fucking cock, baby! Doing so goddamn a-awesome at making Daddy feel good! Nnngh, dammit! Haah, haah, mmm! Do you want Daddy to fu-fuck you? H-Hmmm? 'Cause I will! I will, I will! Tell Daddy what you want, baby!"
The way he twisted, his thighs pressing together for a moment before grinding down against the mattress, should have been embarrassing but it wasn't. God, was it always smoldering? He could feel a strange confidence welling inside of him at the praises that dripped off of Hizashi's lips, struggling to get his breath in each time he came up and he tried swallowing as frantically, repeatedly, as he could but he could still feel himself drooling.
His head spun wildly, no longer the light spin it had been seconds ago, and he clung to Hizashi's thighs as he tried not to use what little air he could get to fuel the moans trapped in his throats. He needed the air for his lungs which screamed to be filled more than the pitiful gasps he was taking. It was awful. It was amazing. Oh, God, did he like this? Genuinely? Being choked? He'd have to tell Hizashi but later.
Later, later, later would he mention it. Right now, he had to focus on either not gagging each time he was slammed down to his husband's pelvis or taking breaths through his nose as he came to the tip. Either way he was sucking frantically around his husband, shuddering when he attempted to hollow his cheeks and heard that growl leave his husband. Then the hands yanked upwards only to keep going until Shouta was yanked off.
He gasped in air hungrily, his head's spinning was unbearable, and his breaths were wild, frantic to fill his lungs before they could even deflate halfway. He could only imagine what he looked like if the absolutely ravenous look to his husband had anything to say about it. And he could feel, could see, that his husband was at the tipping point. He was seconds, inches, away from falling off the edge and absolutely pounding Shouta into the bed.
Hanging by a thread. And Shouta knew what he had to do to snap that thread. He scrounged his courage up, the confidence he'd felt seconds ago, as he stared at Hizashi who was breathing unevenly, harshly but it was so quiet compared to his heaving gasps. He closed his mouth to swallow, to soothe his throat, before parting his lips again to heave in air that he tried to use to speak. "Haah, haah, D-Da-!"
He choked off instinctively watching the lust absolutely flame in those eyes trained on him, the man tensing as if fighting the urge to throw himself at Shouta, and he squeezed his thighs. He could do it. He knew he could. He just needs to get over the mind block, shove through the embarrassment that tried to make itself known past that muted sensation, and he just needed to have confidence. To say it. He knew Hizashi was waiting for him to say it, hopeful that he would say it, and Shouta found that he needed to.
Wanted too. He wanted to shove his husband off of that edge he was standing on. He wanted to absolutely send him off the deep end, make him absolutely unhinged despite the fact he knew they couldn't be loud, but God help him did it make him burn. He tried to slow his breathing the best he could but the heaving gasps still when he used the grip on his husband's thighs to push himself up just enough to slide up if he wanted to. "I w-want you to f-fuck me, Da-Daddy!"
He said it. He got it out choked, strangled in his throat, but he said it! He then he was being yanked to his knees, spun around and slammed back down to the mattress with his legs being pulled apart as his chest pressed to the bed. His hips were arched upwards, his cheek pressing against the cool sheets as he gasped in a breath that scraped down his throat then shuddered on its way out when he heard Hizashi popping open the lube's cap.
He whimpered loudly when a finger was sliding then shoving into him with that same ruthless energy presented before and he wondered just how long either of them were going to last at this rate. Shouta could still feel the lust, the same hunger, searing through his veins each time he swallowed and felt a light soreness in his throat, and he knew Hizashi was getting off so hard on being called it finally that he could only imagine neither one would last very long.
He pressed his face into the sheets when moaned loudly, far louder than he should. The heat reflecting off of the sheets from his face was unbearable, but he'd be damned if he let their children hear him. He arched his hips backwards when Hizashi was pushing a second finger into him, thrusting both of them into him with a frantic, ruthless pace. The way the fingers flexed out, stretching him, screamed of the impatience as Hizashi did his best to prepare him quickly but thoroughly.
He could hear the blonde's fingers fumbling with the condom box no doubt given the annoyed huff he gave, and he then shivered when he heard the sound of ripping as a condom was pulled from the chain bunched up to be kept neatly in the box. He then heard the wrapper in his husband's fingers being ripped open by his teeth no doubt and he whimpered into the sheets before tilting his head to press his cheek back to the now warm sheets.
He needed air. He needed to clear the spinning sensation in his head before it could worsen again. He swore with how fast the both of them were panting, air rasping down so quickly that it bordered on hyperventilation. His skin itched with the sheen of sweat that covered it, his forehead beading with sweat that caused hairs to stick to his face annoyingly, but it didn't matter. Not when he was arching his back with a gasp as Hizashi bent down delivering a long lick to his back that was all the more arousing when he felt the ball of his piercing against his skin.
Then the fingers were pulling out of him making him whine loudly as his hips jerked backwards instinctively only to feel the fingers coming back smearing a decent amount of lube across his hole. He then felt Hizashi shift his weight, his knees pressing against his own as if to nudge them open wider, hands grabbing his waist angling him upwards. He turned his head quickly to bury his face into the sheets as he wailed when Hizashi slid into him in a movement so slick that he trembled at, and he heard the long moan slide out of Hizashi that was far too loud.
Too loud, he had to tell him, it was too loud. But he couldn't think to turn his head, not when he was releasing a horrendously loud moan himself when the blonde bottomed out only to pull back and thrust forward. As if he was too eager, too desperate, to wait for once. And Shouta didn't care one bit. He used the leverage of his knees to push himself backwards just in time for another forward thrust to be given by the blonde.
He clung to the sheets fiercely, his hands shaking with the tight grip, and much like the blonde he began rocking himself forwards and backwards quickly. Faster. Harder. Until Hizashi was releasing that guttural growl from earlier that sent shivers down his spine and goosebumps to ripple across his skin at the sound despite the heat burning beneath it. Searing his veins. "You are the fucking best, b-baby! The best fu-fucking person on the planet!"
Rather than the hiss he spoke earlier in, this time it was a deep, guttural pitch that was his voice and not at all like the deep pitch of yesterday but something new altogether. The pitch was making his stomach drop in such a pleasant way that it made his toes curl, and his hands squeezed tighter on the blankets as he slammed himself backwards with that same ruthless energy that Hizashi had been displaying so far. He couldn't get enough of the low groan that scraped out of Hizashi's throat, the sound making his stomach drop again, and he whimpered softly.
"So goddamn go-good for Daddy! You said it t-too! You said it! That's m-my fucking boy! I told you, I told you, I told you-!"
"I know, I know!" He cried out before he could stop himself, a tiny prick of worry stabbing him, but it was washed away when Hizashi angled his hips and slammed against his prostate with each thrust he gave. He wanted, needed, to calm his breaths before they could reach the hyperventilating gasps that he knew they would turn into.
Especially when he knew they wouldn't help with how foggy his head was or how it was spinning. He felt dizzy, absolutely soaring on the lust and the hunger burning through his veins and aching down to his very bones. He could barely even concentrate on the sounds of Hizashi moaning and groaning behind him, the sharp sound of their sweaty skin meeting with each thrust they gave. "Mmmmnn! Zashi! Zashi, so goood! Ah! Ah, fuck yes! Ha-Harder, Zashi! Harder!"
"Who's Zashi? I do-don't know who that is! Only one person here and you didn't say his name!"
Oh, God, that teasing growl had him writhing against the sheets as he let out a whimpering moan, high and far too loud as he pushed backwards in time to meet a particularly harsh thrust making a strange hiccupping breath fly out of him. It was as if every breath he took was being slammed right out of him the moment his lungs inflated and he could feel his orgasm building, clawing at him with such intensity that an ache in his thighs made itself known. It was only rational given that they did just have sex the other day but goddamn did the burning ache feel fucking good.
"You go-gonna answer me, baby? I thought you were t-taught to answer your Daddy when he asks you a qu-question! Answer Daddy, Sh-Shouta!"
"Nnngh, you! You! I-I'm talking to you!" He shouted without a second thought as he squirmed when nails began scratching at his waist, dragging just hard enough that he knew they'd leave marks and it had him gasping so enthusiastically that he almost didn't hear Hizashi's moans rising.
Fuck, he had to do something about that. He had to do something about that now. He hadn't even been aware his eyes were shut when he forced them open to try and look in the direction of his husband, but he was being yanked up pulled tight to the blonde's chest. Their movements felt frantic, desperate, to get to the edge that was building, and Shouta panted as he turned his head to press his forehead to Hizashi's jaw as his left arm curled up to wrap around his shoulder.
He gripped the blonde locks tightly as lips began fluttering against his shoulder and he whimpered at the gentleness to the kisses when Hizashi was reaching his hands down to his hips. He couldn't stop himself from throwing his head back as the hands grabbed his frantically moving hips to move them in faster, longer pulls that had a harder impact that rang in the air. So close. So so close. He was close.
"And w-who am I? C'mon, I-I know you can say it, you just s-said it!" Hizashi's breath was hot against his shoulder as he panted against it, his hand tugging the blonde's lips down to his sweaty skin as he began moving his hips in time with the hands tugging them.
He wondered if he would end up reaching his orgasm without Hizashi ever touching his erection this time, a whimper left him at the thought. He then remembered, quite happily, that he had another hand. He was reaching for his throbbing erection when Hizashi's hand flew up to grab his wrist tightly and he clenched his jaw against the wail that wanted to leave his throat. "Nope! N-Not happening! You ne-need to tell me who I am to you first before you go t-touching yourself!"
"Fucking hell! Fuck! It's-! I-! Mmmmnnn ah! D-Daddy! Yo-You're my Daddy!" He couldn't control his voice, couldn't stop himself from shouting and he knew it'd be mortifying in the morning once the heat of the night was long since passed but now, he'd just about do anything to reach his orgasm.
His thighs were trembling with the aches from yesterday and his hips were getting tired from the harsh pounding that he was frantically copying while the leaking head of his erection tapped against his stomach. It hurt, everything was aching, and he would do anything just to reach the orgasm he knew was waiting. It was an unbearable pressure that was knotting tightly, climbing higher but still managing to dance away ever so slightly making him absolutely frantic, desperate, to get there. "Daddy, please! Please! I wan' to cum already! Mmmmmnn! Please let me, Daddy! Please!"
"Yes! Yes, yes!" Hizashi was gasping against his throat as he let go of Shouta's hand allowing it to fly down to his erection while the blonde placed his hand back onto Shouta's hip and the yanking became longer, harder pulls that he slammed his hips forward in time with.
He could feel Hizashi's erection throbbing inside of him, just as wildly as his own throbbed in his hand, and he knew he was minutes perhaps even seconds away from an orgasm of his own. It was again so easy to forget that a whole world, a whole existence with other people, existed outside of the bedroom and yet Shouta knew he'd be confronted with it when the sun rose. He'd have to deal with the repercussions of possibly being loud, but he prayed with his very being that Eri was sleeping, and Hitoshi had those obnoxious headphones on that Hizashi had bought him.
"You can c-cum whenever you want, baby! I sw-swear you can! God, fuck yes! Do you lo-love Daddy's cock so much you'd c-cum over it?"
"Nnngh, yes! Yes, I-I can! I fu-fucking love Daddy's cock! Love it, love it! Mmmm, love you s-so much Daddy!"
Was that really him? Moaning out so lewdly as his body twisted against Hizashi's? He knew he'd never live this night down, but it was like now that he had said it once, now that he had gotten over that hurdle, the word was flying out of him as naturally as Hizashi's name. And judging from the twitches of Hizashi's erection he knew it had tipped him over. He gasped wildly as he writhed, knees twitching as if to spread themselves as wide as they possibly could but he fought the urge to do so.
Last time he'd done something like that without intending too he'd pulled a muscle in his thigh. Absolutely not worth it. So he settled on squeezing the blonde locks in his hand tightly as his right hand squeezed his erection while stroking faster, faster, until finally-! "Ah! Ahh! Ah, cumming! Cumming, Daddy!"
He jerked when Hizashi bit down his shoulder, crying out as his hips were pushed so far forward he feared Hizashi would slide out of him only for him to be yanked back with the perhaps the hardest thrust of the night. His orgasm ripped and burned through him, his thighs tensed so tightly they trembled, and his body shook as he writhed against the blonde as his erection twitched and throbbed in his hand, come spurting onto his stomach as his toes curled tightly and his eyes rolled up.
He squirmed against Hizashi who ground his hips forward with little twitches and squirms himself as he moaned into his skin, teeth digging in viciously as he felt the blonde throbbing in time with his orgasm. He could feel Hizashi shaking just as hard as him, hands gripping at him as if to stabilize himself as his chest heaved against his back much like his own chest as they held still. He opened his eyes, surprised by the watery sheen to his vision.
It felt like the greatest feeling when he was finally breathing a sigh that rang with relief even to his own ears as he lazily turned his eyes to glance at Hizashi's ear and he groaned quietly. Fuck, he forgot about the hearing aids. He then slid his hand from the blonde locks that he was still squeezing to moved forward to press against his husband's hot, sweaty cheek as he swallowed as they remained in place. He felt awful he forgot about the hearing aids, that the feedback had probably been horrendous, and he stroked at his husband's cheek smearing a rolling droplet of sweat against the skin.
"You 'kay?" He slurred out the words as his eyes fluttered shut, a euphoric heavy sensation settling itself over him and he just couldn't keep his eyes open at the moment when he couldn't stop the little whine when he felt Hizashi pulling out of him
. He heard the man making a quiet grunt as his hands left his hips for just a moment and he then heard the quiet squelching of rubber being tied off and then tossed in the little trash by their bed. He then felt those hands move back to his hips trying to twist him slightly and he got the gist of what the blonde wanted and turned in his arms to face him to find a face just as red, just as sweaty as his own looking back at him but the look on it was what got to him. It was the pure definition of euphoric. He looked like he wasn't even seeing Shouta in that moment when he leaned forward, and he reached up cupping the man's hot face.
"Zashi? Wait-! Zashi, stop!"
He yelped his words when the blonde fell forward with all the weight he had pushing Shouta onto his back, his legs unfolding then flicking out awkwardly as the blonde landed on top of him. He grunted at the impact of Hizashi landing on top of him, the man squirming against him before tucking his face to Shouta's throat and wrapping his arms underneath him to hug his waist. He lifted his arms up to wrap around the blonde, pressing his cheek to the locks as he shut his eyes again squeezing the blonde against him. Then he heard a quiet throat clearing from his husband making him hum out as he waited for the man to gather his words together.
"I'm a fucking genius! Is our sex just goin' to get better and better?"
He could help a smile as he slid his hands up the blonde's back, trying his best not to shift as to not spread the cooling come on his stomach against Hizashi too much but the way the man twisted against him left little space between them. He didn't know why or even how Hizashi could lay on top of himself feeling that sticky sensation between them but he did it anyhow. He slid his hands up and down the blonde's sweaty back, his hair sticking to his skin which he brushed away and he couldn't stop the lazy chuckle that slipped out of him.
Identical to the way he smiled as he nuzzled his hot cheek to the blonde locks of hair softly. If he could get at the blonde's face he was sure that he would be covering those freckles of his in as many kisses as he possibly could. "Maybe. Maybe it will, but we'll just have to find out now, won't we? Now, what's next?"