Hizashi was sore that following Thursday and Shouta had struggled himself with his own soreness, struggled to hide any sort of waddle he could possibly make and tried not to fidget too much when that soreness ramped up the longer, he stood still. Hizashi couldn't even sit without groaning, rubbing his hips, or grunting when he would use his desk in the staff room to push himself upwards and each time, he saw this little display he felt a stab of pity.
Of regret. It was so noticeable, both of their conditions, that Yagi had tried approaching him and asking if all was alright which he brushed away quickly with such a shallow reassurance that even he wanted to cringe at it. But six days was a long time. Sure, they still twisted together in bed and they still had their make out sessions, but the blonde would stop it before anything more could take place with a reassurance that their challenge didn't need to back-to-back every single day.
That they had all the time in the world to explore everything. It had taken three of those six days just for the soreness to go away, for him to feel confident by the fifth day that he was back to normal. And it just so happened that on that fifth day Hizashi had come to him with the list in hand handing it to him with a smile. Saying it was his turn to add some kinks to it if he wanted and he could still recall the burn of his blush.
He stared at that list for hours when they got home, unsure of what to put on it, until Hizashi had taken it from him with a look of concern to his face before cheerfully saying he didn't want Shouta to burn his brain by grinding the mental gears too hard. That it
was okay if he didn't have anything in the moment to put on it, but he felt a flash of shame. Did he really not know what to put on it? Didn't he know himself well enough to know what he wants? He knew it was just his shyness, his embarrassment, that was keeping him from adding a single thing to that list because he would never judge Hizashi for his interests, not in a million years. He just didn't think the same for himself.
Of course, Hizashi never shamed him and even encouraged him to explore his kinky little mind more, coaxing him to be more open about it, but it just wasn't in Shouta's nature to do that. The thought of that list with Hizashi's scrawling writing on it sitting in their bedroom drawer, waiting for Shouta to write his own ideas down, had him looking back at the computer screen. The delivery time had updated, the little map Amazon provided said it was four stops away, and he felt his heart stumble over its beats in his chest as his stomach dropped anxiously.
Hizashi would be home from shopping soon, even texted him to say he was running a little behind because of the lines at the store and not to mention whatever traffic he was going to face leaving the store to get back home would slow him down. He was going to do this. He knew he shouldn't just spring it on Hizashi, knew he should come to him and say it the way the blonde had, but he knew if he even gave himself a second to think about what he wanted to do, what he was going to do then he'd chicken out.
He'd stop himself, crush the idea before it could even take place, and he didn't want to do that. He knew Hizashi would never say it, never even think it, but he couldn't help but feel that the blonde was disappointed in him. Here he was, suggesting two things already and Shouta had yet to suggest one thing yet. The list was half filled with all of the blonde's ideas for them to try and he didn't have a single one written down yet.
He took a deep breath, picking at the skin at the side of his nails before reaching up to bite at the skin. He was nervous, absolutely drowning in mortifying embarrassment, as he reached over to sip at his Coke that he'd cracked open, and he placed it down when his phone vibrated. Shit, he couldn't be coming home now, could he? If he was in the same house, the same room, when Shouta grabbed his package he knew that it would also make him chicken out.
It would feel ten times more intimidating to him and he'd choke under the embarrassment, anxiety and nervousness before he could even open the box because Hizashi would be jumping like a child with curiosity. He always was whenever Shouta ordered something but this time he definitely didn't want his husband seeing it. It was moments like this that made him grateful that they had their own bank accounts at the moment because he didn't know what he'd say if Hizashi questioned why he dropped close to five thousand two hundred and fifty-two yen on something.
Close to forty bucks in American currency. While that wasn't crazy expensive, he knew that the blonde would be curious on what Shouta spent more than the usual amount he allowed himself to spend. But the text, he needed to check the text, and he held his breath when he turned the phone on then unlocked the screen. Opened the text waiting for him only for his air to fly out of him in a relieved sigh.
He was complaining about how long the line had been and how shitty the traffic was. Thank God. He then sent a short text back, put his phone down and placed his fingers on the mousepad of his laptop to refresh the page only to feel his cheeks burn. He would be the next stop. He fidgeted in his seat when his phone pinged again making him scoop it up quickly to unlock the screen again then relaxed his tense shoulders when it was just a text from Hitoshi.
A simple picture of Eri happily painting with Uraraka on her right and Yaoyorozu on her left. He was grateful they could at least act somewhat civil during their afterschool hours, but it didn't shake the worry that clung to him that he needed to be at the teacher's dorms at all times for his students. How would he know if they got kidnapped? Got in trouble? Got hurt? But he and Hizashi had been staying at the dorms since last Thursday, bringing their cats to the teacher's dorms along with their food and water bowls, but it was only today that the blonde had insist they go home.
While Yagi had offered to watch the cats and the students Shouta still hated the idea of leaving them behind. Especially if he didn't know when they'd be going back to stay there. He replied to the text, saved the picture to his phone to show Hizashi when he got home, and then refreshed the Amazon webpage before him only to jump from his seat making the chair wobble backwards. It was here?
He shoved his phone into his pocket as he rushed around the table flying out of their little dining room, through the kitchen and down the hallway to the front door unlocking it. He then threw it open, looking down to find the box waiting for him on the welcome mat. He bent down picking it up feeling his cheeks burn with heat again as he brought it inside. Alright, he had to do it. He had to do it now before he thought too much about it.
He felt his phone vibrate against his thigh as he shut the door behind him walking briskly down the hallway again, through the kitchen, then down the little hallway that led to their master bedroom all while his heart thumped uncomfortably hard against his chest. Like it was a fist trying to crash through it. He slid the right door open, slipped inside, then shut it behind himself as he walked over to the bed putting the box down and took a deep breath.
He approached the bedside drawer on the blonde's side of the bed to tug the drawer open and pull out the pair of scissors. He quickly cut open the box, his fingers trembling lightly as he pulled open the flaps, tugging the bubble wrap out and then looked down at the items feeling his cheeks throb from his blush. What Hizashi didn't know, what he had never said out loud, was that he was deeply interested in pet play.
He always wanted, ever since he was a teen, was to be a cat boy but the blonde always joked about Shouta must have been a cat boy in an alternate reality and it always embarrassed him how close it hit. How so spot on he nearly was. Now he had the chance to be that and yet he felt dizzy at the thought of doing this. He reached inside pulling out the plastic wrapped cat ears that looked so incredibly soft, then the box that came with it containing the thing he had really been looking forward to the most.
However, there was one piece, one thing he pulled out, that made his face flare as he stared at it in his hands. Not yet. He'd come back to it. It was almost too much to look at. It was one of those plugs with a cat tail attached to it. His phone vibrated again prompting him to pull the device from his pocket and he sent a vague answer to his husband who had once again complained about the traffic then asked what he was doing.
Once he was satisfied with his answer, he placed the phone on the bedside table then stuffed the bubble wrap back into the box that he dropped onto the floor, taking a shuddering breath as he then grabbed the hem of his shirt with shaking hands. He lifted it above his head in a swift movement then dropped it next to him by his feet, turned back to the drawer to snag the lube he'd neglected to grab the first time he went in there for the scissors and squeezed the tube lightly.
He tossed it onto the bed then reached down to push at the sweats he had chosen to change into when he got home, the fabric falling down his legs quickly which he stepped out of. He moved methodically, trying not to think too hard about what he was about to do, but each time he looked at the bed his eyes roamed to the cat ears and then to the tail. It wasn't even out of the box and yet he could feel the excited little twitches his dick gave each time he looked at it.
He could feel the faint, cloying pressure of arousal settling low in his stomach as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers before pushing them from his hips then letting them fall down much like the pants had. He was stepping out of those as well when his phone vibrated violently against the table making him jump violently before looking over. Like he had just been caught doing something he shouldn't. He reached over picking the device up with shaking hands and felt his heart stutter over its beats, his stomach to drop, at the text Hizashi had sent. He said the traffic was clearing and he'd be home in mere minutes. He had minutes to do this?
"Fuck!" He hissed the word viciously as he sent a text back to his husband before putting the phone back down in order to climb onto their bed, a few springs quietly groaning before silencing as the weight shifted away.
He took a deep breath as he eyed the two items in front of him before reaching out grabbing the little box, picking at the circle of tape holding it shut with his nails until he was impatiently ripping it open. He reached inside feeling the plastic before pulling it out, throwing the box to the side and rather than grabbing the scissors like a rational person would he instead chose to use his teeth. He ripped the plastic open just enough to reach inside to grab the smooth surface of the plug then tugged it out.
He pulled at the Velcro strap keeping it bunched up and felt his breath freeze in his throat when the tail unfurled smoothly before dancing just above the bed from the height he held it at. He wanted to gawk at it for a few more minutes, to really take it in, but he was on a time crunch. He had to be ready by the time Hizashi came home and had the groceries put away. Still, he felt like every drop of blood in his body was rushing downwards, like it was imperative it get down there, and he felt a strange fogginess to his thoughts when he looked down.
He was too excited. Much too excited. But wasn't this as close to the dream of being a cat boy as he could get? What would Hizashi say when he walked in? Would he be confused? Or would he understand right away? He really should have talked to Hizashi about this before he did it but he was embarrassed. Couldn't force himself to say it when the blonde was in front of him and he hated that. That he couldn't say it.
Everything and anything else he could say to his husband but for some strange reason when it came to sex topics in everyday conversation he just couldn't do it. He shook his head pulling his gaze away from the sight of his erection, tried not to gawk at the tail again, so he put it down on the sheets before reaching for the lube scooping it up quickly. He popped the cap open with his nails, squeezing the slick substance onto his fingers then dropped it as he worked to spread it on his fingers before leaning forward on his knees bracing his right arm on the sheets.
He closed his eyes as he shifted to raise his ass for a better, easier reach and he let out a shaking breath against his forearm as he pressed his fingers against himself. Faster, he needed to be faster about this. He sighed before he could stop it as he pushed a finger in, his lashes fluttering against his cheeks, and he furrowed his brows tightly as he began thrusting the finger into himself with enough speed that he hoped when he got the second in that it would do the job.
Moaning quietly under his breath when he pushed a bit too far inside, just barely brushing near his prostate, and he shivered as he nudged his middle finger against himself. He sucked in a breath as the sting as he pushed his second finger in, surprised it could sting given they were lubricated, but he groaned pressing his forehead against his arm. He thrusted his fingers a few times before making a scissoring motion that had him moaning quietly again as he alternated between thrusting them and spreading them out.
He felt tight, even to himself, and it wasn't very surprising given it would be a week tomorrow on Thursday and he knew Hizashi would be as enthusiastic as ever. He whined when he reached in brushing his fingers over the sensitive spot, zaps of pleasure streaking up his spine, and he couldn't stop himself from rubbing against the spot each time he thrusted his fingers in. God, was he even preparing himself anymore?
It felt like just a glance at the tail and ears was enough to get him off and they weren't even on or in him yet. If he was getting hot and bothered over the sight of them then would the image of them being inside him, on top of his head, tip him over? He felt a tiny stab of embarrassment over how loud the next moan of his was as he moved his fingers in a grinding motion against his prostate until his hips were jerking backwards.
His right hand began clawing at the sheets only to grip a fistful tightly in his hand, his arm flexing beneath his forehead, as he tried to focus on flexing his fingers outwards with each quick breath that left him. He turned his head just enough to crack his head open to gaze at the tail still coiled on the bed like a discarded ribbon and he whimpered as he spread his fingers again before thrusting in to grind his fingers against his prostate again.
Swallowing down the shout that came out as a loud, strain hum when he forced himself to pull his fingers out in favor of reaching for the lube again then grabbing the tail with his dry hand. It was soft, it was so freaking soft, beneath his fingers and he swore it could almost be described as silky when he rubbed his fingers against it before using his slicked fingers to open the top of the lube again.
He put the tail down for just a second to squeeze the lube onto his fingers before picking it back up and worked on slicking up the plug that shimmered at him slickly in the light coming in from the bedroom window. Then he heard a car door slam. Was it a neighbor? Or a car near their bedroom that was shut hard enough to be heard? He felt his heart stutter over its beats as he listened to the slick sound of his fingers moving to coat the plug before leaning forward onto his arm again to reach behind him.
He sucked in three deep breaths before shutting his eyes as he pressed the tip of the plug against himself before holding his breath as he pushed it inside. It wasn't a very big plug. As embarrassing as it was, he'd taken larger thanks to Hizashi constantly playing with the sizes, but this plug pushed just right to stretch him while remaining comfortable. A snug, perfect fit. He whined when the softness of the tail brushed against him.
Trying his best to control the trembles that came over him in bursts was hard as he lifted the ears up using his teeth once again to rip at the plastic. He pulled them out with a quiet grunt as he struggled with the plastic but then they were out, the bag they'd been in fluttering to the bed as he rubbed his fingers against the fabric marveling at the texture. Silky soft just like the tail. He lifted it up fitting it on his head, feeling a small shiver at the fact that he'd have to go look in the mirror to make sure it didn't look wonky.
Just the mere thought of what he'd possibly look like had him squirming. Then his gaze fell on the final piece to the little ensemble he had on; perhaps the real star of the show that he just KNEW would drive Hizashi absolutely wild. The cat ears and tail were black, something that wouldn't class against his black hair and would look the most natural, the collar on the bed was black as well and had small buttons to be snapped on in the back.
The front, however, had a metal heart that connected the material of the collar together and would press against his throat snuggly. His hands were shaking when he reached out to pick it up, the faux leather feel beneath his trembling fingers nearly made him drop it but he unsnapped the buttons reaching up to press it to his throat. He was reaching behind to snap it together when he heard the front door slam shut.
He froze on the bed as his eyes widened, hands freezing instinctively against the back of his neck, when he heard Hizashi's loud cheerful whistling. He swallowed as he forced himself to move, to get the collar snapped on, and once that was done he was standing up snatching the box the tail had come in, then launching himself off of the bed with a loud thump as he rushed to their bathroom just to hear the blonde calling out for him.
"Shouta? Are you home? Did you take off or something?"
He could tell he was using his quirk just a touch to be heard through the walls easier, but he couldn't make himself shout back as he slammed the door to the bathroom behind him. He then flipped the lock on the handle trying to keep his breath from creeping into rasping gasps as he crushed the box in his hand. He grabbed the box so Hizashi wouldn't know what he'd gotten. He wasn't sure if he wanted it to be a surprise or if he had just grabbed it out of instinctive embarrassment to hide the fact that he had bought there items at all. All he would see when he walked in would be an empty Amazon box with bubble wrap and two empty bags ripped open laying on the bed with the-
"Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit! Shit!" He whispered frantically to himself, listening to his voice shake with the anxiety that spread through him as he then covered his mouth to stop himself from repeating the word as he felt his heart positively race against his chest. The lube. He forgot about the fucking lube.
He could run out, grab it off of the bed, and run back to the bathroom to hide but what if Hizashi came in? He'd upset the blonde if he slammed the door shutting him out but what else could he do? He knew that Hizashi would be home soon he just didn't think this soon. He could run out, maybe he should run out, but even rushing to the bathroom made the plug inside him move in such a way that he could feel little quivers running down his legs when he got in there.
Could he trust his legs to move fast enough? Then there was the fact that while Hizashi would see him not only with the ears and tail in place, but he would also see that he was naked. Hizashi would piece together he was doing something given the lube on the bed being evidence A and his discarded clothes on the floor as evidence B. He wanted to say he hated the predicament he put himself in.
But the fact that he had waited mere moments before Hizashi came home was his fault. But when would he be able to do it? It really was a now or never situation for himself. He knew for a damn fact he would never, in a million years, be able to put these things on if he knew Hizashi was waiting out in the bedroom for him let alone in the same house. His mind froze in its babbling when he heard the bedroom doors opening, a whimper flying out of him against his palm.
"Shouta? Baby, are you in here?" Then he heard footsteps across the floor, stopping at what he had to imagine was the bed and he squeezed his eyes shut like it would make him disappear. Like he could fade from existence. "Baby, are you okay?"
"I-I'm fine!"
He hated how his voice cracked when he moved his hand away to speak only to press his fingers to his lips to muffle a groan of embarrassment at the sound of his voice, so weak and so clearly screaming the opposite of his words. This was so much worse, so much more embarrassing, than that one time his mother had walked in on him late at night masturbating for the first time. God, it was even worse when she said she didn't see anything but everyone on Earth knows if you have to say that then you definitely saw something.
This situation topped that. Topped it and every other embarrassing moment in his thirty years of life that he'd ever experienced. What made it worse was it wasn't even an accident like what happened with his mother. This was an intentional thing he had been doing and his husband came home just as he was putting the finishing touches on. Before he could steel himself and scrape his confidence together.
"You don't sound fine! Shouta, sweetie, are you really okay? Are you upset or anything? If it's about the list then it's fine! You don't have to keep worrying over it!"
When had he gotten to the other side of the door? Had he just been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't heard the footsteps? He pressed his hand tightly to his lips, but he knew that Hizashi heard the whimper that left him if the sound of hands pressing against the door meant anything. He heard the man make a noise of his own on the other side of the door, one of concern, and he could only imagine the worry on his face but he couldn't bring himself to speak again. Not yet.
"Baby, can you come out? I want to see you, make sure you're really okay! Please come out for me?"
That's when it hit him. The reality of this situation. What was he even doing? He was letting his shyness, his easily triggered embarrassment control him. Secondly, he had let those emotions control him so powerfully he didn't even talk to his husband about it. A husband who had been open with him about things in the bedroom long before he started this challenge. And what was he doing? Running from his husband like he was some scared little boy locking himself in the bathroom?
It wasn't like it was some other person who had walked in, this was Hizashi. The man who accepted everything rather easily, never thought twice to support Shouta and his choices. Why was he hiding from him? He didn't want to do that. He had bought this little set because he wanted to do something new with his husband just like he had introduced two new things to their relationship. He was quite literally standing in his own way and it was aggravating.
He was Shouta Aizawa, an underground pro hero, he had more confidence and more emotional maturity, more emotional strength, than this. The very last thing his husband would do was judge him, right? He just needed to do something that wouldn't concern Hizashi. If he wanted to play this off the way Hizashi had confidently suggested the porn watching and the whole Daddy thing, then whatever Shouta did or said from here on out needed to be done with confidence.
He couldn't be embarrassed all the time, or this exploration of kinks would be agony to get through and Hizashi would feel like he was constantly pushing him to do things he didn't want too when in reality he wanted to do these things. So, he took a breath that expanded his chest before letting it out, pushing off the door to the mirror where he fussed with the ears until they looked as if they were naturally attached to his head.
Touched the collar lightly and kept his hips angled far from the sink's counter. An erection pressing against cold porcelain was something he knew was not a combination he wanted right now. Then he turned to the door taking another breath. "I'm okay, Zashi! In fact, could you go stand at the foot of the bed for me? Please? I have something I want you to see, okay?"
He then cleared his throat listening to his feet slapping against the tiled floor as he reached out to grab the door handle in his hand gently. He stared at the wood as if he could see the blonde's confused expression as clearly as he would if he were right in front of him. Confidence! He needed to say this next part with utter confidence and yet he felt a fresh wave of heat assault his cheeks as he cleared his throat before fidgeting from foot to foot before he spoke again.
"I found a cat. It's- I couldn't just ignore it, Zashi, but I don't want you to scare it. So, could you just stand at the foot of the bed and don't turn around no matter what until I say it's okay to do so? Can you do that for me?"
"Another cat? Sho, we have four! Don't you think we have enough cats?"
His lips twitched at the groaned words from the blonde as he stood there waiting for the confirmation that he would do what he asked. He had enough patience for that. After all he waited two days for these items to show up, impatience flooding him as he waited for them, and now that he had them he could afford to be patient for a few more moments. After all, Hizashi had been nothing but patient for him. He heard the sound of palms sliding off of the wood to smack against thighs and he allowed his twitching lips to curl into a half formed awkward little smile.
"Fine. Fine! If I can make sure you're actually okay then I'll do it! But I'm just saying this now, Sho, you can't bring every cat in the world home!"
"Let me know when you're standing there!" He called through the door listening to the footsteps walking away from the door, biting his bottom lip for a second, the sound of Hizashi grumbling to himself nearly making him laugh.
In reality, Shouta had been considering another cat, but Hizashi didn't need to know that. Didn't need to know he already had his eyes on a tabby cat he'd seen lurking around the school. He shifted on his feet again as he flipped the lock on the doorknob, feeling the tail lightly tap sway and tap against his calves lightly like a little reminder of just what he was doing. He reached up looping his finger through the warming metal of the heart that pressed flush a against his throat and he was grateful that it just barely fit snugly against it. Nothing too tight but definitely not loose.
"Are you doing it?"
"Yes! I won't look 'til you say so! Bring out this miraculous cat that's stolen the heart of Shouta Aizawa once again!"
He was surprised by the satisfaction, the absolute smoldering emotion, that weaved through him as he carefully cracked open the door before pushing it open wider stepping out into the bedroom looking over instinctively at the lube on the bed. Then up to his husband who was standing with his back to the bed, to him, muttering quietly under his breath again, and he let himself smirk widely at the absolute excitement that rushed through his chest pushing away the other emotions.
Smothering his embarrassment, his nervousness, when he walked over to the bed in quiet little steps against the carpet and watched Hizashi's body twitch when he climbed onto the bed. He reached over brushing the plastic over off of the bed, threw the box held tightly in his hand to the floor as well, then positioned himself on the bed. Planting his knees on the bed he spread them to a comfortable distance, reaching behind him to curl the tail around his thigh where it laid limply over it threatening to fall to the sheets.
This was it. He only had to speak two little words and yet his lips trembled wordlessly as his throat clogged up when his embarrassment flashed through him hot and fast, like a burn, as he saw in his head just how exposed this position was. Hizashi was going to lose his mind and that's what he wanted but that didn't stop it from being embarrassing. Then he closed his eyes to take a breath in then release it slowly before opening them again with a sense of determination muffling that embarrassment and he stared at his hands.
Forwards or backwards? Which way did he want to lean? Did he even want to lean? Enough! Enough! He cleared his throat, to get rid of the thick sensation there, and forced himself to speak. "I think you'll like this cat, Zashi. You'll love him, actually!"
"Oh, will I? You said that about the last four!"
"You love them just as much, Zashi, and you know it!":
"Ehh, you're not wrong. Go on! Tell me more about this cat I'll love so much!"
"Before you turn around, I just wanted to say that I didn't write it down, but I have something I want to try. A-A kink thing."
He licked his lips, fidgeting in his spot, then swallowed as he forced those final two words out of his throat. It was like trying to squeeze out of a small space, but he used his next breath to feed the words allowing them to bubble up his throat. Confidence. Just say anything with confidence and it would make up for any embarrassment he could possibly feel. He just had to say his next words with the same confidence he'd just presented. His heart flew against his chest, stomach squeezing with the icy drops of nervousness before he finally spoke those two words.
"Turn around."
He could tell in the second Hizashi turned around, his brows tugged tight together above his glasses, his lips parting to say something to him; more than likely about how they shouldn't have a fifth cat yet when he saw his jaw drop. Astonishment, awe, as he looked at Shouta who picked up the silky soft tail and twisted it lightly around his fingers with a little smile on his lips as he stared at the way those green eyes widened behind his glasses.
The way they quivered when he blinked quickly before the blonde raised his hands up but then dropped them with a rush of breath that escaped his open mouth as he then immediately lifted them to move them through his hair. Hard to do when his hair was tugged back in a tight bun today but still, he brushed his hands over his head before he shut his mouth quickly, teeth clicking with the movement. "I- You're-!"
"I know I should have said something first, like you did, but if I didn't do it know I don't think I could have done it later." His voice dropped to a whisper as he looked away from Hizashi's blatant gawking as his cheeks burned, practically feeling that gaze moving over his skin.
He was proud of himself, surprisingly, that he had practically rendered the blonde speechless when normally it was the other way around. Sometimes he never knew what to say when the blonde did something overly embarrassing or stupid but the fact that just his appearance alone made Hizashi wordless, awed, was a tally he had on the times he'd managed to do so. He fought the urge to tug the tail, knowing it would in response tug and wiggle the plug that was so temptingly close to his prostate.
He then looked up again to find Hizashi's hands pressing together over his mouth and nose, those eyes still wide as they moved restlessly over him. "D-Do you like it? Are you okay with this?"
"You think- I don't-! Come here!" Hizashi's voice was raw, scratching out of him like he was being choked as he held his hands out towards him and so he released his tail, brushing it behind him as he then crawled forward.
When he got to the edge of the bed he sat up on his knees, hands cupping his face tilting it upwards as he stared at the blonde's awed face, when he could see something clawing it's way to the surface in those wide eyes. Lust. He shivered at the look when Hizashi cleared his throat before speaking only to reach up to stroke the cat ears, wordlessly then he made a quiet choking sound near the back of h is throat when he looked at the collar.
He held himself still despite the hum that ran under his skin hand-in-hand with the heat that was shivering through him. He then reached up to grip the fabric of his husband's shirt, knuckles pressing to his covered waist. "My god, Sho, you think I wouldn't be okay with this? Did you look at yourself while you were in there? How could I possibly, in any realm of existence, not be okay with this?"
"Because I didn't bring it up first."
He couldn't raise his voice above a whisper when he felt Hizashi's fingers lightly hooking under the warm metal heart of his collar to tug lightly at it with the resulting faux leather biting lightly into his skin as it was pulled taut against his neck. He squeezed released the fabric of his shirt in favor of wrapping his arms around the blonde's waist, looking down face to face with his husband's crotch and grinning widely at the bulge.
He leaned in kissing it softly, feeling a shudder run through his husband from the gently press before he looked up again from under his lashes at the pink blush glowing in his husband's cheeks. Just the start of a blush that would eventually deepen to the red that he loved. "I'm sorry I didn't mention it before but I just- I couldn't-"
"I know, baby. You have a hard vocalizing things out loud in casual day to day conversation whether it's affectionate to sexual which is perfectly okay! I know it can be embarrassing but I'll do more to say it for both of us, you know that!"
He loved how quickly the blonde's words flew out of him when his hands continued to tug at his collar softly when he got the gist, the unspoken request, and he leaned in pressing his lips to the bulge, parting his lips to mouth at it. He squeezed the blonde closer as a quiet noise left him when Shouta started sucking softly at it, lapping tongue over the fabric when he looked up at Hizashi. "If you c-can't say you want something, just write it on the list and we'll do it! I don't want you to feel pressured to say it and I don't want you to feel like it's embarrassing to tell me you want something."
While he hated the taste of his husband's pants, an unpleasant one, he could also taste the metal of his husband's zipper which almost made him stop his ministrations but when he sucked roughly at the bulge, he shivered at the moan he got. It was low, throaty with a vibration to it that he knew would feel amazing against his skin if he were close enough. He pulled back with another parting lick before biting gently at the zipper with his teeth, pulling it down feeling the blonde's hips buck forward eagerly.
"I-I'll try to talk to you about it. It's only fair when you've been open about this t-twice now."
He then reached up to the button pulling it apart, his fingers trembling against the fabric, when he curled his fingers over the waistline before tugging them down to his thighs while the blonde watched eagerly. He eyed the shape of his husband's erection straining against the fabric of his boxers and he leaned in kissing softly at it through the fabric again when Hizashi hummed softly with a hand coming up to caress the back of his head.
He reached up pulling the fabric down, the blonde's thighs, sliding his palms against them softly feeling them jump beneath him and he felt shivers at the memory of last week's blowjob. Would he get that rough again? Choke him like that? Would he make those feral sounds again that sent shudders down his spine? He hoped so. God, he hoped so. His mouth was watering as he pressed his lips against the warmth of his husband's erection, crawling upwards listening to the sharp breath that Hizashi gave.
Quite happily, he gave a few open-mouthed sucks to the flesh feeling it twitch in response. He pressed a few little kisses to the tip once he got there, listening to a soft moan leave the blonde when he licked lazily at the tip. As if he had all the time in the world. He could feel Hizashi's hips twitch forward as he continued to lick before flattening his tongue against the slit getting him a hissing whine from the blonde and he felt his lips tugging into a wide smirk.
He covered the tip before sliding down wondering if he could possibly get Hizashi all the way like last time on his own and he shivered at the thought when the blonde moaned out when he once again came to that middle point of the erection. He began moving his head in slow bobs, sucking lightly on the flesh, relishing the twitch he got, and he let out a soft moan of his own listening to the air rush in through clenched teeth above him.
He felt hands lightly pressing against the back of his head, gripping his hair in a loose grip as he felt the faintest pushes at his head that made his heart stubble over its beats with the hope, the excitement, that burst through him. He began bobbing his head quicker, using more force behind his sucking and lapped at the tip each time he came up until Hizashi was squeezing his hair in a much tighter grip that sent the faint tracings of pain tingling across his scalp.
The pushing on his head became firmer, more insistent, which Shouta happily complied with as he listened to the breathy moans above him when he realized very quickly that he wasn't going to do it. Hizashi didn't shove him down, didn't push any harder at his head, and he felt a wave of disappointment. Then he recalled the apologetic look the blonde had gotten last Thursday as he apologized for the brutish sex they'd had the night before.
How he had looked as if he couldn't forgive himself no matter how many times Shouta had assured him he was fine. That he had liked it. He whined at the thought, the mere realization, that he might not get what he wanted. And he opened his eyes looking up from under his lashes, through the locks of his bangs that fell in his face, and he tried to convey his thoughts as he looked at Hizashi.
The blonde's face had changed from its sweet pink blush to a soft red, his mouth parted with those uneven breaths that were quickly rising to a light pant, his brows tugged tightly together. Even the foggy quality to his eyes as the pupils expanded with his arousal sent shivers down his spine but he tried, tried, and tried again to convey what he wanted but the blonde didn't respond to it. Or he didn't understand what he was trying to tell him.
So, Shouta hummed with annoyance though he was sure the emotion in it possibly skipped over Hizashi who moaned at the vibrations, closer to that guttural pitch from last week and it made him shudder, but it did little to abate the annoyance. He'd literally, quite honestly, have to take things into his own hands. So, he stared up at Hizashi with such heat that he felt the blonde shiver as he stared back at him with that bedroom gaze, his blonde lashes quivering again in a fast blink, and he slid his arms to reposition his hands downwards.
Hizashi had always had no ass, nothing anyone marveled over, but Shouta loved his husband's ass because to him it was just right. He let his hands hover for a moment above it as he slid up to the tip suckling softly at it and he knew that his actions were going unnoticed, Hizashi none the wiser, as to what he was about to do. He then took a breath through his nose, the hands on the back of his head trembling lightly, and he brought his hands down on Hizashi's ass gripping it tightly before diving down as he yanked his hips forward.
He forced himself down to the base as fast as he absolutely could and naturally his reflex was triggered making him gag loudly as he came a rest at the base, his nose pressing against the blonde hairs that covered his husband's pelvis. The shout he got in response made his ears ring, a flinch moving over him, as he stared up at the blonde who had thrown his head back with hands yanking at his hair as if to pull him off.
Unlike the last time when he had been fighting to get off, to get air to his lungs, this time he refused to move no matter how insistently those hands pulled at his hair, and he could feel his eyes watering from the gag. It took effort but he took tiny, shallow breaths that did little. He could see Hizashi's chest falling and rising quickly before he straightened his head to look down at Shouta, his eyes smoldering down at him, his jaw clenched tightly with his teeth bared down at him and he could see them grinding.
Could practically hear it despite it being impossible. He loved that same guttural pitch of a growl as Hizashi continued pulling his hair, trying to make him back up, and he merely squeezed Hizashi's ass tightly as he stared back stubbornly. "Sh-Shouta! Don't do that! You- It's too much for you! Yo-You're gonna fucking choke yourself! S-Stop forcing yourself too- Nnngh!"
His hips twitched forward as they ground eagerly against Shouta's mouth, and he relished in the sensation as he swallowed pulling another shout from the blonde. It sounded closer to a high keening pitch than the guttural sounds that had left him moments ago. He listened to the rasping, choked gasp his husband took as his gaze flew down to Shouta again. "Ba-Baby, get off! Yo-You can't breathe like that! I'm not going to le-let you choke yourse- Fuck! Stop that! Sho, come on! No-Now isn't time for you to g-get stupidly stubborn! Please, Sho! Stop- Oh, fuck me!"
He flexed his fingers then dug them fiercely, tightly into Hizashi's ass again digging his nails into the flesh as he swallowed a few times as he struggled not to gag when he began bobbing his head while staying close to the base. He wanted those hands to slam him up and down, for the blonde to grind himself against his mouth again, but he made a soft noise of irritation when his husband refused to do it. Or was he refusing? Was he just afraid to do it?
He didn't know what the answer could be until he asked him and right now the last thing he wanted to do was slide off. He instead pulled his head upwards, using his grip on Hizashi's ass to shove his hips forward when he slid his head down roughly and the long moan it pulled from Hizashi was absolutely worth it. He continued to pull at the blonde, kept those hips moving harshly against his mouth but it wasn't nearly the same.
It was like he was getting a counterfeit version of what he really wanted. But he continued yanking, sinking down to the base trying to keep himself from gagging but light little heaves came out each time the tip of his husband's erection slammed down his throat just enough to trigger the reflex. He made sure to hum or swallow each time he had the blonde down his throat listening to the wild gasps, moans and whimpers it pulled from Hizashi who seemed to be clinging onto him now as he tried yanking at the man harder.
Moving his head faster in time with his hands yanking at the blonde, when he was being pulled up when he inevitably was losing that weight on his tongue and his whine of protest ringing out as he popped off. He hadn't even truly gotten into it, nowhere near as long as it should have been, but the look Hizashi was giving him made him tremble. His chin was slick with the drool that had managed to dribble down when he failed to swallow fast enough and stared up at Hizashi who then stepped back from the edge reaching down grabbing Shouta's legs.
He yelped when they were yanked out awkwardly from underneath him, yanked to his feet with a gasp as he was spun around then slammed back to the bed, turning his head to press his cheek to the sheets much like his chest. His legs were trembling lightly with the excitement as the blonde made that same raspy growling noise that had him shuddering. He was gulping in his air as he struggled to keep his head from spinning, not from a lack of air this time.
Rather it was from the way the lust and arousal flowed through his very veins and made his head feel thick, heady with the emotions. Like he was going to float away any moment. He reached forward with his shaking hand, the lube just inches away from his fingers, and he grunted as he leaned forward to snag the tube before twisting backwards to hand it to Hizashi only to freeze. God, that look.
It was just like before, just like any other time, but now he could see the way his brows tugged together with irritation that Shouta hadn't listened, a stormy look making his green eyes dark as his jaw clenched for just a moment before that lust ripped its way through his expression. He didn't need to follow the gaze to know exactly what he was looking at to create such an expression and he whined softly when the cool touch of Hizashi's feverish skin had him fidgeting on his feet.
Planting them just wide enough without a word from the blonde, feeling the nails dragging against his thighs had him letting out a sigh. It melted into a high whimper when he felt a hand twisting the tail, tugging it lightly to make the plug wriggle and shift but still remained inside snugly making him squirm. The action was repeated, the plug pulled out slightly before being shoved right back in nudging just below his prostate sending chills up his spine as he moaned out wondering how long he could stay in this position.
It wasn't hard, far from the most difficult position he'd ever been in, but his legs were trembling like they could give out any second beneath him. He honestly was glad Hizashi had suggested coming home, otherwise he would never have bought these things when he did, and he then felt the blonde's breath on his back. He let out a little noise when lips began pressing softly against his skin, little sparks of excitement shooting through him each time, and he twitched when teeth dragged over his shoulder blade.
"You're such a brat, Shouta! You never listen to me, you just doing whatever the hell you want consequences be damned. I'd say you're as much an asshole as our cats can be but then that makes sense, doesn't it?"
He shivered when the tail was tugged at mixing with the rough sound of his husband's voice was a euphoric sensation he hadn't even known existed until now and God if he didn't want to experience it more. He wasn't quite panting but his breaths were deep and long, coming quickly as he turned his head just enough to peek at Hizashi again who was smirking at him. "You're a cat, aren't you? A little cat boy? Or should I call you a kitten?"
He couldn't stop the whimper that flew out of him with the word and watched that smirk widen. It was a wicked, devious thing how those lips quirked up into that smirk and the glint in those green eyes was absolutely exciting. It made his blood boil right through his veins with the heat that seemed to be smoldering him alive. All from a simple look from his husband, all from the idea of being called such a simple little nickname and Hizashi knew that.
"Oh, you like that? You like it when I call you that? You know, I had a feeling you were up to no good the way you locked yourself away, but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know you were doing something with the lube. With how pretty you are, I guess I should treat you right, shouldn't I, kitten?"
"Yes! Yes, please!"
He couldn't keep the whine out of his voice, the desperation that welled up inside of him, and he flinched at how breathy and higher pitched it was, but it merely made Hizashi's hands drift downwards. Brushing over his lower back before sliding down to his waist to rub at the flesh that twitched beneath his touch, and he was helpless to stop himself from arching his hips backwards as he whined softly.
He repeated the sound, reedy and towards the back of his throat, when the hands drifted to his thighs only to curve inwards to stroke the sensitive skin of his inner thigh making his muscles jump at the touch. It sent a wave of arousal through his stomach, weaving lower like a pressure that settled itself into his lower in his stomach just below his navel. He knew his husband had just called him it, had said it in that rough playful tone but he couldn't stop the question from dripping off of his tongue.
"Za-Zashi, do I look like one? A c-cat boy?"
The chuckle he got was low, rough and it was like a jolt straight down to his erection which twitched at the sound as chills rolled over him making goosebumps break out over his feverish skin. It was as if he was amused by the question, but it was also laced with an affection that warmed him to his very core as he waited for his husband to speak. "Of course you do, kitten. You are the prettiest goddamn cat boy I've ever seen in my entire life, and no one could ever compare!"
"Re-Really?"
Lips pressed against the center of his back making him whimper lightly at the touch. "Really. Such cute ears, even your tail dangling between your legs, and that collar-!" Shouta shivered at the way the word was groaned out like the blonde couldn't stop himself as he took a breath that shuddered against his skin. "I wonder, can I make you meow, kitten? Will you meow and yowl for me when I'm inside you?"
What did he say to that? What could he say? His air rushed out through trembling lips when he felt the plugs end be nudged in such a way that it moved in circles inside of him, a moan flying out of him at the sensation, and he fought the urge to roll his hips in time with the movement. He then heard the sound of the lube being opened and he swallowed as his breath hitched in when the rolling plug slid out of him, the excitement once again bursting through him so powerfully he squirmed impatiently.
The resulting emptiness had him letting out a sound that sounded suspiciously like a mewl to him, the sound high and far too desperate for his own good, but the answering groan from the blond behind him was worth it. He had no clue what Hizashi did with the plug because then the slick sound of lube being rubbed, his heart racing painfully fast against his chest, only he jumped when instead of fingers he felt the slick presence of the blonde rubbing his erection against him. He flew up leaning on his arms as he twisted his head to stare at the blonde with wide eyes.
"Wait! Wait, we need a con-!"
"Mmmmm, I don't know! I thought cat boys liked having cum in them! Do you not want that, kitten?"
They didn't have unprotected sex that often due to Shouta always insisting on a condom because sometimes he just didn't want to deal with the aftermaths leaking and dripping when he wanted to lay in bed cuddled up with Hizashi. Maybe it was the way it was worded or maybe the thought alone made him moan out when he dropped his head forward so quickly he felt the headband slide slightly like it was going to fall off his head if he wasn't careful. The heat that ripped underneath his skin, flamed in his cheeks, was so intense he almost couldn't believe it as he trembled.
"Don't you want to feel that? Doesn't my boy want to be filled up? Because I think that someone could possibly be in heat and as far as I know there's only two solutions to remedy that and I'm sure you don't want to be neutered! So, tell me, do you want to feel me cum in you, kitten? I promise you won't have to do a second of work, I'll make sure you're all cleaned up after!"
He pinched his lips together to calm their trembling, his words clogging in his throat at the shivers that ran down his spine as his curled into fists that shook lightly, and he moaned a low sound similar to the kind Hizashi would release. He hated to admit the way his hips arched themselves backward again, as if to press firmly against the blonde as he continued rubbing his erection against his entrance slickly making that heady, thick feeling in his head worsen.
It was hard to think, to even breathe right, and his heart was hammering uncomfortably fast against his chest as he tilted his head up, turning to look of his shoulder again. What his expression was he had no clue but the way he heard Hizashi's breath hitch and freeze in his throat told him more than enough. "Ju-Just this once. Only this time a-and you're taking care of everything, I won't do a thing. Now, please, please, Zashi, just give it to me? Fuck me? It hu-hurts, I want- Mmmm ahh! Ah!"
His words choked off onto a cry as Hizashi angled his hips to push then slid into him with the next slick rubbing movement and he let his shaking arms drop him to the bed, folding above his head as he pressed his cheek against them. God, he was hot, and nothing being said was helping him. He was burning and burning, going to be rendered to ashes soon because there was no way he could stand here and burn any hotter without crumbling beneath it.
The rasping, gulping breaths he took was loud in his ears, his chest struggling to expand with each breath he took but it didn't matter one bit because Hizashi bottomed out with his hips pressed tight against him. He didn't know how long his shaking legs would support him but God if he didn't love it, didn't love the position he was in. In fact, it was very reminiscent of their days in their apartment, with the shitty table and other knock off items they got at yard sales, that there were also moments back then where Hizashi couldn't wait to get him on the bed.
Where he'd shove him against the edge of the bed, feet planted apart and hips tugged back, as he was fucked right there rather than being allowed to climb onto their rickety bed. Just the thought of it, the mere tickling of Deja vu and the memories it nearly triggered, had him moaning loudly when Hizashi began pulling back and thrusting forward with such intensity he felt like every single thought he'd ever had flew right out of him.
It didn't take long for that first thrust to dissolve into a series of frantic, frenzied thrusts that had Shouta crying out each time as the pleasure shivered through him and he wailed when the hands that had been on his inner thighs slid up to his waist to squeeze tightly as he began moving his hips in time with Hizashi. He pushed himself back as hard as Hizashi thrusted forward, the sharp smack of their skin meeting each time rang in his ears as he whimpered out as he worked his hips harder, faster, frantically trying to coax the blonde to be ruthless.
He opened his eyes a crack when he felt Hizashi's hands leave his waist for a split second, confusion pricking, only for it to be answered when Hizashi leaned down his chest pressing against his chest. The feel of his nipple piercings pressing against his back made him whine as he felt the blonde shift, his feet placing on the outside of Shouta's, and the new angled position allowed for a new thrusting rhythm he hadn't been aware Hizashi could do had him crying out.
A hand reached up taking the time to part his hair, brushing one side of his right shoulder. Then he brushed the other side over his left revealing his neck as best as he could with one hand, and he shuddered as an excited gasp flew from his lips. He wailed as hips stuttered over their own thrusts as Hizashi leaned in biting the back of his neck roughly making him squirm against him as the blonde then wrapped his arms around his waist tugging at him.
He could feel the racing breaths leaving the blonde's nose against his skin as his teeth dug in when he began moving his hips cautiously to make sure the teeth wouldn't possibly break the skin if he did so. He then heard the gravelly groan leave his husband, felt it vibrate against his skin, and he cried out at the inspiration to get his hips moving again. He quickly worked right back up to the pace he'd been at before as he met the hips pounding at him.
It was better, so much better than he thought it could have ever been and he was spinning. He couldn't even remember the fact that he wasn't a genuine cat boy, couldn't remember his name, his age or even where he worked or why he had been so afraid of Hizashi seeing him like this. It all flew away from his grasp, and it was hard to grab it when all he could hear was the grunts, the groans and moans spilling out of himself along with Hizashi, the smacking of their skin, the sound of Hizashi calling him 'kitten' still ringing in his ears.
And then as if the world had comedic timing, his phone rang. He tensed instinctively when teeth dug in deeper in surprise before releasing his neck, Hizashi pausing his hips much like Shouta had and he stood up with the same racing breaths that Shouta released when he forced his shaking arms to lift himself up. He then felt Hizashi moving slowly, reaching down to pull the ringing phone out of his pocket while doing his best to not slip out and Shouta looked over his shoulder at his husband.
"It's Yagi."
He blinked languidly, like the name nor the language coming from his husband made any sense. It genuinely didn't. It sounded like gibberish to him, another slow blink leaving him when Hizashi then smirked at him as he bent over him again, pressing his chest to his back forcing him back down on his stomach. What was he doing? Then he felt Hizashi grinding his hips against him, his racing breath hot against his feverish skin, and he whimpered but then he heard Hizashi clear his throat making his eyes widen as a feeling of absolute mortified horror rushed through him.
No! No, he couldn't, could he? He wouldn't! There's not fucking way he would-! "Hey, Yagi! What's up?"
"Zashi! What a-are you doing?" He hissed his words as he turned his head, hot cheek against his arms again, his heart pounding with that mortification as the grinding hips then pulled back giving a shallow thrust as he heard the sound of Yagi's voice over the phone speaking to Hizashi.
He stared at the absolute wicked, smug face of his husband who lifted his right hand up and pressed a single finger to his lips as his eyes winked at him with a lustful, playful energy. He couldn't! He was going to fucking KILL him! He would murder his husband, bury the body in their backyard, and he'd let himself be caught to do the time in jail. He didn't care right then as the embarrassment, the mortification, screamed from the top of his head to every tip of his fingers and toes.
"I'm going to absolutely fu-fucking smother you tonight! You'll sl-sleep on the goddamn couch for the r-rest of your life! Don't you fucking dare, Hizashi Yamada!"
"Oh, really? Well, I guess that when Shouta and I finish up what we're doing then we can come by! I didn't know the cats got so frisky when we're away!"
Then his smirk deepened as he began moving his hips in shallow, quick thrusts that made Shouta strangle a whimper in his throat as he hid his face in his arms. This wasn't happening. This was not happening. He hated that his hips twitched along with his leaking erection, the sheets covering the edge of the bed damp from the pre-come and he closed his eyes tightly as if he could block out these little things.
"You know, he actually found a cat today! Mhmm, you know him! Yeah? Uh huh? Wow! So, you mean to tell me there's another cat he's been feeding around the school? A tabby? That's honestly surprising he didn't bring that one home! No, the one he brought home is actually pretty young! A kitten."
He whimpered into his arms as a shudder rolled down his spine, jerking his hips to meet one of those shallow thrusts drawing a little gasp from himself. He didn't have the will power to stop, didn't have a single will or thought in his head to make himself stop, and he hoped to God the light meeting of their skin went unnoticed or didn't carry through the phone. There's no way, right? No way?
Hizashi wouldn't have answered if that were the case, right? And why did he answer? What did he hope to achieve by doing that? Embarrassment? An erotic situation? What the fuck was going through his head? He lowered his voice from an angry hiss when the tone didn't touch his husband's smug arousal one bit and instead adopted a desperate, begging whisper. "Za-Zashi, please! Just hang u-up!"
"No shit! Well, Cappella can be pretty cagey sometimes, so I'm not surprised that she did that! But yeah, as soon as I get this kitten taken care of then me and Shouta will be right over! Oh, what? Hitoshi did what?"
Hang up, hang up, hang up already!
He wanted to wail the words at Hizashi as the blonde leaned over him again, chest pressed against his back in the similar position they'd had moments ago, and he squeezed his eyes so tightly shut that he could feel his lashes trembling on his cheeks. He hissed in a breath when the shallow thrusts started becoming longer, casual thrusts that kept from hitting his skin and he tried his hardest to strangle the moan building in the back of his throat. Fine, he wanted to play? He could fucking play. He forced himself to open his eyes just as a crack, peeking through the black lashes, when he heard Hizashi take a sharp breath as he squeezed as tightly as he could around the blonde.
"Well, I'll talk to Shouta then about t-that! But I'll talk to you more when we- Fuck! Ah, sorry, Yagi! Cat just knocked something o-over! Shouta's getting mad because he needs help giving them a bath! Yeah! It's a pretty wild kitten! I have never seen such a naughty little thing in my life! Uh huh, yup, talk to you then! Bye!"
He then heard Hizashi hang up, throwing the phone onto the bed and with the ruthless energy that Shouta had been looking for he wrapped his arms around his waist again and yanked his hips backwards while slamming forward. That same hiccupping cough left him just like it had the last week, every bit of air flying from his lungs it seemed as Hizashi slammed his hips forward bouncing him forward with every thrust and he moaned out as his eyes shut again.
He could hear that rasping, guttural growl leave his husband as breaths fanned against the back of his neck that throbbed lightly with the bite that had been left there moments ago."You f-ffucking brat! Are you feral, kitten? Can't stand ha-having my attention on something else for a g-goddamn second? Or are you just impatient? B-Because you can yell at me all you l-like after but this doesn't lie, kitten!"
He cried out when a hand wrapped tightly around his erection, stroking viciously as if jumping right into the pounding rhythm of his husband's hips and he couldn't decide if his hips were jumping forward or jerking backwards but rather his mind just couldn't piece it out. The mortified embarrassment lingered through his body like lazy wisps but the arousal, the pleasure, weaved through him with a foggy quality that was choking him tighter with each harsh slam of Hizashi's hips.
He didn't know what to say, the thought of speaking was like trying to write with a non-dominant hand; wonky and unsettling. He didn't know if he was even possible of speaking words again, the pounding hits that were nudging him forward seemed to knock out his words and he found he didn't care to grasp them again. His nails dug into his arms as he moaned out a mangled sound, unsure just what it was, when the growl he got from Hizashi made a very faint click ring through his head.
Was that- Did he just meow? It was hard to discern the sound properly but then another sound was leaving his throat and it sent shivers down his spine because he was; he was mewling, squirming as he panted quickly. He was so lost in his own head again, losing himself to the role he had taken on himself, and he wondered just how he would feel when he came out of this. If he would be embarrassed or happy.
This had always been a long-time fantasy of his, after all, ever since he was a teenager. He then did his best to transform the wail building in his throat to a yowling pitch that his husband had made last week, only this felt so much more fitting, when teeth sank into his sore neck again. He couldn't find it in him to tell him to stop, that it was already so sore and that anymore would make it painful for the following days and leave an ugly bruise in its wake.
Of course, it'd be extremely difficult to see it in his day-to-day hair down look but if he used his quirk at all they'd see it. Everyone would see it. And he'd have to let Hizashi explain just what it was because he didn't think he had the capacity to even begin to explain himself. His husband's words from earlier came back to him when he began thrusting his hips backwards frantically, eagerly, as he felt his orgasm building in his groin like a slow building pressure.
He was acting like he was in heat, the way he was desperately squeezing and thrusting against the blonde meeting his pounding hits, and he was making perhaps the most embarrassing noises that he knew would come back to haunt him. Mangled meowing noises, high strung mewls, deep yowls each time his prostate was hit and mirage of other noises that he'd ever heard a cat make and it just made those hips slam against him harder. Faster.
He moved one of his arms then to reach behind him clawing at his husband's skin, he wasn't sure where, all he knew was there was skin beneath his fingers, and it was a shame an absolute crying shame there were no marks on him. If he had to walk around with a sore neck that would no doubt sport a large bruise, then surely Hizashi would be fine if he left a few marks on him as well. Even if they faded away, he'd know he put them there and the thought had him shivering.
The wail tore out of him, surprisingly high, when a thumb ground itself against the tip of his erection, hips jumping forward eagerly making the hand bump against the bed lightly in time with his frenzied thrusts. It should have been shameful, embarrassing, to hear the quiet little slick noises that were nearly hidden under the much louder ones of Hizashi thrusting into him, but his mind couldn't even manifest the idea of it.
He was acting- no, he really felt like he was in heat, and he was burning hotly against his husband as he writhed and struggled between shoving himself backwards or thrusting forward. And the teeth, God the teeth on his neck didn't help with the feeling. His legs were shaking, threatening to give out beneath him and the only thing keeping him up was Hizashi. If the man stepped away for a second, he'd be on the ground the moment they were done.
He turned his wail into another, loud yowling sound as the teeth bit down so hard that he feared they'd bite right through to the bones and the thought had him twisting desperately against his husband. His clawed his nails up the hot skin beneath his fingers, just as hot as his own, and the way the blonde arched against him as his hips jumped to slam every little breath, ever little word and thought out of his mind had him gasping.
When he couldn't scratch any higher given the awkward way it twisted his arm his hand then flew right up to the bun his husband had put his hair into and yanked it down, the answering moan he got vibrated against his sore flesh making his body jerk in response. He weaved his hand into the locks and yanked. The shout he got against his neck made his ears ring loudly, eardrums throbbing viciously as his hearing faded away in a flicker of a second before coming back to him as he gasped again.
His hearing was going to be fucked if he didn't start using his quirk more on Hizashi. Yet he could hear his voice, perhaps a bit muffled now, making those strangled pathetic mewling noises before rising into shrieking yowls that spurred Hizashi on as he felt his orgasm positively clawing at him. The hand that stroked him quickly, the hips slamming forcefully against him, the teeth in his neck and the growls that vibrated against his skin with the grunts as he felt sweat drip onto his skin was too much.
He felt a small flicker of pride in his chest; proud that he had done this, that he'd done it despite his embarrassment and nervousness, and he knew from here on out he needed to have that same confidence. Had to have it. He nearly wailed when Hizashi released his neck but perhaps it had to do with the sudden burning? Had he broken the skin or did his teeth scrape against his skin? He didn't know anything other than the disappointment that his teeth weren't there anymore.
He could hear Hizashi babbling in English, his words often tangling together in some slurred mix of Japanese and the English until it was completely unintelligible and he didn't care to decipher it. Couldn't care when he was too busy spiraling. Spiraling down into the heated frenzy of lust, pleasure and the absolute hunger for his husband to keep going no matter what he said or did. He felt a flash of that disappointment when his ears slipped off of his head landing on the bed, but it didn't matter.
It didn't matter at all, because he was throwing his head back positively screaming out a sound that was definitely a yowl, but it mixed and merged until he wasn't sure what it was. All he knew, all he could think, was his orgasm was ripping through him and it felt good. He was yanked up into a standing position despite the violet shaking to his legs, his lashes fluttered as his eyes rolled up despite them being squeezed tightly shut as he gasped loudly cutting off the screaming yowl.
He was helpless against the wild jerks and twitches his body gave as his erection throbbed in time with his orgasm. It was a pain knowing they'd have to change the sheets before they left as his come inevitably landed on the blankets. He then forgot all about laundry, all about going to the school after this, because then Hizashi was letting out a howling shriek so loud, so viciously that he heard the three lightbulbs in the room popping and the lamps vibrating so hard their shades rattled.
It was hot, so incredibly arousing. He was clutching to Hizashi as he squirmed desperately as his hips ground wildly against him as he relished in the throbbing of the blonde's erection and shuddered with a whimper at each spurt of his husband's come. It wasn't at all foreign and yet it was at the same time; he couldn't remember the last time they had sex without a condom, so the sensation had been lost to him but was it always so hot?
He then heard the desperate, gasping breath Hizashi took once it was over, his hands squeezing him tightly pulling another whimper from Shouta at the tight grip on his flaccid dick that had him twitching. His legs shook wildly promising, guaranteeing, that he'd fall if he didn't sit down when Hizashi moved away and he shivered when lips pressed against his shoulder softly, quickly as hands slid up to his stomach as the grinding came to a stop.
"Jesus Christ, Sho! I think you're one thousand percent right and I absolutely I do love this kitty! Ten outta ten, I approve!" He gasped the words as he pressed a kiss to his ringing ears, the pitch shrill and high, nearly making him ask what he had said before it clicked, and he let his lips twitch up into a smile that he was sure matched the orgasmic bliss.
He hummed as he swayed on his feet, releasing the tight hold he had on the blonde locks in his hand, and turned his face to press against Hizashi's throat as the blonde squeezed his waist gently as he began to sway with him. The movement was a comfort though he wished he could sit down for a minute to remedy the shaking in his legs but to stand here in the blonde's arms was bliss in itself. "You're a kinky little bastard when you want to be, you know that?"
"Mmmm, yeah. But you know what?"
He could hear the light slur, the undertone of his euphoria, his orgasm bliss ringing through the tone as he whispered against Hizashi's throat feeling it vibrate softly with a hum of his own. He pressed his lips to his skin softly, relishing the taste of salt when he licked his lips and he let his smile grow wider when he felt Hizashi nuzzle his cheek to his head softly. He loved the affection the blonde showered him in when they were done, and he happily returned the favor by pressing softly kisses against his throat happily before pulling away from his skin to speak again and he loved the shiver he got from it.
"It's still my turn."