With the soft brown coloring, the wide copper eyes, Hitoshi had named him Twix. But even the newest cat was sleeping off somewhere and there was nothing to break up the silence of the room. He'd allowed himself a lazy breakfast with Hizashi, a cup of coffee that he had gulped in an attempt to wake himself with the caffeine only to have himself along with his second cup dragged to the living room.
It sat on the coffee table, a ring of the liquid underneath it from where it sloshed when he tried to put it down quickly because Hizashi had plopped down on the couch and tugged him forward onto his lap despite his protest. It was here that the spent an hour, maybe two now, just whispering to one another quietly and lips moving in unison with such a lazy energy too. It was something Shouta appreciated given how many urgent, frantic kisses they'd shared recently.
But it was when they pulled apart for the fifth time, to take breaths to prevent any excitement the best they could, was when he said what he wanted for his second choice of their challenge. That's where he was now, sitting on his husband's lap, looking at him with a blush on his cheeks that had to be much darker than the soft pink hues on Hizashi's cheeks that made those lovely freckles of his stand out.
His lashes quivered as they flicked, like they were trying to open wider, and his mouth dropped open with surprise making those green eyes shine at him vibrantly while he waited. He was doing his best not to let the embarrassment overpower him as it had three times before because he knew once they did it, once they were in the rhythm of things, that he'd forget all about it. Still the way Hizashi was staring at him with his wide eyes, open mouth and pink cheeks had him feeling self conscious. Was it really that big of a deal?
"Ar-Are you going to say something?" Shouta got out stumbling over his words as he tried to sound irritated but the fact that he had whispered them, finally looking away from the blonde betrayed the tone he was trying to convey.
He knew that what he had offered wasn't as crazy or controversial as the whole Daddy thing or the pet play, but the way Hizashi was acting you'd think he had just suggested they have sex in the middle of the street. His cheeks burned hotly making him want to walk from the situation, from the room all together, to control the heat in his face but the blonde's hands on his thighs kept him from jumping up off of his lap.
He tried not to let the silence get to him, but his ears had that faint ring in the absence of sound and he fought the urge to pick at his fingers or his bottom lip as he took a deep breath then let it out. Moved his gaze back to the blonde feeling a flinch move over him at that surprised look. "Zashi? Is it r-really that weird?"
That made the blonde come to life, his mouth shutting so quickly his teeth clicked audibly, the hands on his thighs rubbing gently at the tense muscles and he shifted himself as he blinked a few times. No doubt his eyes were possibly a touch dry from how little he had blinked in those few moments, and he began to shake his head so fervently that it did little to help the blush in his cheeks when those eyes locked onto his own.
"No! No, no! I didn't mean to give that impression, babe! Not at all! It's not weird, not in the slightest bit, in fact it's good! Good because it'll let your creativity out! Roleplay can be such a good creative outlet and it's always so much fun! I'm just surprised that you would suggest it because you're- Well, I'm not gonna finish that sentence." He smiled awkwardly when Shouta glared.
"No, go on. Because I'm what?"
"Shouta, I didn't mean anything by it! Just ignore that, okay?"
"No! What were you going to say? Why did it surprise you so much? Why is it such a shock or surprise that I suggested it?"
"Shouta!"
"I want to hear what you were going to say! Is it that far out there compared to the things we've done already? Weirder than calling you Daddy?"
"Oh come on! That's not fair! Baby, I didn't-!"
"Finish. The. Fucking. Sentence."
The new silence that fell was a much tenser one as Shouta spoke slowly, spitting out each word in a way that promised he would strangle the blonde if he didn't say what he had cut himself off with and the blonde looked unwilling to say it. Shouta put as much heat, as much malice, as he could into the glare and going as far as to squint at his husband who stared at him with a faint trace of worry to his face, but he wasn't letting it go. This was a welcomed reprieve from the embarrassment, from being self conscious, and he crossed his arms across his chest tightly as he stared at the blonde.
Hizashi knew what he was going to say. Shouta knew what he was going to say. He still wanted to hear it though and by God if that made him a stubborn man then so be it. He knew he won when his husband sighed letting his head fall back against the couch and lifted one hand from his thigh to lift to his face, pushing his glasses up then pinching at the bridge of his nose. "I don't want to offend you, baby, I don't! Ugh, you're really gonna make me say it? Really?"
"Say it. You had me saying Daddy two weeks ago, so I know you can spit out the fucking sentence. Now say it."
"Alright! Alright, fine! I was surprised that you suggested it because you're you! Serious, no bullshit, strict, disciplinarian, uptight, shy and easy to embarrass Shouta Aizawa is telling me he wants to roleplay with me, and I can't wrap my brain around it!" His hands fidgeted at the words flying out of Hizashi, tightening his arms and tucking his hands into his armpits while balling them up tightly, he stared at the blush that seemed to deepen to a soft red now. It was the second time he'd seen Hizashi blush since starting this challenge and while it was distracting, he had to stick to his guns.
Pause. Rewind. Process. What had his husband said? He couldn't wrap his brain around it? "What do you mean? How can you not wrap your brain around this but can accept the pet play with no questions asked?"
"Well, the pet play was a whole thing I could somewhat expect from you! I mean, you getting sexy cat stuff? Not unexpected! But the fact that I have you, being all the things you are, sitting on my lap and telling me you want to roleplay? It's wild, dude, it's fucking wild!"
He finally let his gaze flicker to the side as he readjusted then tightened his arm across his chest again as his shoulders hitched upwards slightly. He knew his husband just said he didn't want to offend him, and he didn't, he genuinely did not feel one ounce of offense, but it still made him feel the squirming self consciousness. He hadn't said it was weird but the tone in his voice had Shouta feeling that maybe it was a little weird for someone like him to want to do something like this.
Was he weird? No. He couldn't be. After all, each kink was only going to get wilder if the list had anything to say about it, almost filled with his and Hizashi's handwriting now in equal amounts but it still made him feel strange. "So, it is weird then. Good to know. Just forget it then, forget I said anything. I'll choose something else."
And he pushed the hand off of his thigh, shifting to move backwards to climb off of his husband's lap when arms flew around him slamming his lower half back down onto the blonde's lap making him grunt quietly. He shifted his gaze to his husband whose eyes were wide again, not with surprise, but with a pleading almost desperate insistence in that face of his and he squeezed at his waist tightly as he shot up to a sitting position.
"No! It's not weird, Sho! It's just wild, it's surprising, and not expected! Those things don't mean something is weird or bad! I want to do that with you! So please? Tell me about it? Please tell me what secret roleplay fantasy that my sexy husband has? What does Shouta Aizawa want to live out?"
He took a breath as he uncurled his arms from his chest, fingers flexing out as he placed them onto his husband's shoulders before sliding his arms along his shoulders to wrap around his neck as he had when they'd been kissing. He had to relax. He couldn't get self conscious, nervous or embarrassed each time but the reaction was one that was truly unexpected from his husband. He let out a breath looking away as he wiggled his fingers slightly before planting them on the back of the couch.
"I- Don't be weird about it, okay? It's not that weird but I don't want you pulling any dramatic reactions like that, got it?"
"Got it! Now tell me! Tell me and we'll do it!" And the light in Hizashi's eyes, washing away the pleading look, was what made his heart stumble over its beats as he took a deep breath and let it out. He could do this.
He honestly couldn't believe it was still there. When he and Hizashi were young adults, obviously they didn't have the type of money to go to a fancy restaurant for their first date, so when he had agreed to go on a date with the blonde it had been to a rather hole in the wall bar. He honestly hadn't minded. When Shouta pulled up, turning the car off and tugging the keys out of the ignition, he was hit by a wave of Deja vu so strong that he swore he swayed in his seat under the force of it.
He forced his hands to press the button unbuckling himself, pushing the door open and stepping out shutting the door behind him pressing the button on his keypad to lock the doors. He didn't know when or how Hizashi was going to show up or if he was already there. All the blonde had said with that bright look in his eyes as he squirmed happily was that he would be there Hell or highwater and he just accepted it at face value.
Walking in between the little space between his car and the car in front of him to the sidewalk he felt his heart stumble over its beats while his stomach dropped in that all too pleasant way as he approached the bar. He stuffed his left hand into his pocket, his fingers wiggling together at the absence of his wedding ring that instead sat on its chain around his throat beneath his shirt. He had agreed to be the second to arrive, not quite in the mood to hear Hizashi babble about the changes to the bar that would unmistakably bring up melancholic feelings in the blonde.
However, he knew he'd hear it later. Crazy to think they were coming back here after so many years, but it was the only place Shouta could think of that would allow them to close a tab and leave at a moment's notice. The closest place that would allow them to get home quickly. He approached the door, already picking up the soft music behind it, and pulled it open stepping inside letting the door thump shut behind him as he walked down a little hallway.
He tapped his fingers against his wallet gently as he took long strides down the hallway, each step making his heart beat faster against his chest it seemed the closer he got to that second door. He paused in front of it, taking a breath to help abate the nervousness that was running wild inside of him, and he reached out tugging the door handle lightly stepping into the bar. Immediately he was assaulted with the heady, thick scent of cigars and cigarettes filling the air in their gray wisps like a miasma over the pool table, barely visible in the low lights.
The corners seemed darker, much darker than he remembered, when the light barely reached them. At each booth there was a little lamp to turn on if the patrons so wished and a few of them were spilling a soft yellow light over tables. He let his gaze roam past the pool table where a game was going on, over the booths where a few people were tucked away, then to a few tables that were sat in the middle of the room only to let his gaze slide to the bar.
There he was. Sitting out the counter on a stool, long blonde hair spilling down his back just barely brushing the small of it, his leather jacket paired nicely with what he had to guess where his leather pants. He hoped that Hizashi wasn't wearing that god awful purple leopard print tank top of his beneath his leather coat. It was ugly as sin, and he didn't know if he'd be able to control his face if he saw it.
He took one more breath, held it down in his lungs as he counted to five before releasing it and walked over to the bar where the bartender seemed entranced by whatever it was Hizashi was talking to him about. He himself wore the simplest outfit he could throw together; a black plaid button up t-shirt, a pair of his nicest jeans, his pair of combat boots that Hizashi had begged him to wear and a studded belt. He even pulled his hair back into a ponytail. All over not something to gawk at in the bar but something he couldn't help but wonder if it was a big too much. He saw the bartender's eyes flick to him as he approached the bar, climbing onto the seat and placing his arms on the bar locking his hands together then pressing them to his mouth.
Act natural. Act like you've never seen him before in your entire life. That's the whole damn point to this.
"What can I get ya?"
He blinked when the bartender spoke to him making him drop his hands from his mouth to the countertop as he cleared his throat. "Um, something virgin. A sunrise mocktail, if you can do that?"
He heard a soft chuckle leave the worker as he turned to the impressive shelf behind him and he took a breath as he pressed his hand to his cheek, leaning against it as he watched the drink be made rather efficiently. He accepted the drink once it was finished then noticed the light shake to his hand when he lifted it up to sip at it. It was then that he felt eyes on him, and he looked over just in time to see the green eyes flicker away making his heart thump. Part of the game.
It was like the blonde was afraid to get caught gawking at him, like a person would with any other stranger. He took a second, longer sip before placing it down on the coaster in front of him before lifting his eyes to the bartender. "So, how's the night been? Anything particularly fun from a bartender's tales?"
"Ha! Too many, honestly. Why don't you just enjoy ya drink and let me know when you want something better?"
Then he got a wink from the bartender that had his face burning hotly, his eyes instinctively flashing to the blonde next to him and despite a little huff of air there was no other reaction. Shouta looked away quickly as he lifted his glass up to take another sip at his drink only to curse at just how fast it seemed to be going. His cheeks were uncomfortably hot as the bartender hummed quietly to the song playing when he heard the stool next to him squeak and he fought the urge to look over at his husband.
Shouta had requested, what he wanted, for this roleplay was for them to act as strangers to one another. After all, many people fantasized about bringing home a good-looking stranger all the time and Shouta had been no different, Hizashi admitted he'd been no different, so that was what he settled on. Out of everything he could have chosen he wanted this scenario. He rubbed his fingers along the rim of his glass as he struggled to get his cheeks to cool down while he tried to relax his stiff shoulders and waited for the blonde to begin the scenario.
Sure, he could initiate it, but there was something more appealing at the thought of Hizashi talking him up rather than the other way around. Then he heard a throat clear prompting him to lift his gaze from his drink to find Hizashi, cringey as it was, leaning on his hand with his blonde hair spilling over his shoulder and eyes sparkling with curiosity at him while he smiled. All of it came together to create the image of a curious stranger.
And he certainly didn't miss how the bartender's eyes flickered between them just as curiously. Shouta raised his drink to drain the rest of it only for the bartender to snatch it up, his brows raising, and Shouta nodded as the man got to work preparing the same drink as before with a sigh of amusement leaving him. Then he looked back to Hizashi who was staring at him with just the right amount of curiosity, intrigue, to make it believable that they really didn't know each other in that moment.
"Hey there, handsome! What brings you 'round these parts?" He fought hard to keep his lips from twitching as his drink was placed down in front of him again. How adorable the blonde could truly be with that bubbly, flirtatious tone.
"Hello. Just thought I'd try giving bar crawling a try, waiting for a friend of mine to show up before we start hitting the hard stuff." He then lifted the glass taking a small sip, just enough to wet his throat, and then tried for a smile that held just enough confidence and perhaps a touch of amusement when he looked at Hizashi again. "What about you? Someone like you looks like they'd rather be home drinking fancy wine."
"Not far off! Normally I would be at home but I've been having some troubles, so I decided to get out and see what there is to see!"
He watched as Hizashi lifted his glass draining the rest of his own drink, ice clinking together against the glass as it rushed forward to smack his upper lip as his Adam's apple bobbed with the movement. Then he placed it down with a smirk on his lips, antagonizing in a way, and his eyes sparkled at him again with amusement now. "So, what's a man like you do for work? 'Cause to me, you look like you give throat punches to children as a job!"
He nearly spat his drink across the bar at his husband's words, his eyes widening as he struggled to swallow it quickly around the laugh that flew up his throat and he brought his arm up coughing into it as he put the drink down. He hacked into his elbow, trying his best to control the reaction, but tears welled in his eyes with a final cough as he straightened up rubbing at his eyes to remove the tears there as he let out a breath then swallowed.
He wished he'd been drinking something with alcohol in it just to justify the red hue to his cheeks when he felt several pairs of eyes turn to him and he shifted on the stool all while Hizashi waited for him to speak again. "I'm a teacher."
"Ooooh, looking at you I'd have never thought that! Never in a million years!"
The near happy croon to the blonde's voice had his heart giving a few of those uncomfortable hard beats against his chest, a solid one two thump, that made his stomach feel airy again. He noticed the happy glint in those eyes, and he struggled to keep from responding to it by leaning towards him in response. Yet that didn't stop the blonde from hopping down from his stool then jumping on the one that had been empty between them.
His knee then pressed against his own, just light enough to be mistaken as proximity but then it pressed against his with intent as he watched Hizashi lean over to snag his drink with the coaster before turning to Shouta again. His hand came up, coming the side of his neck as the blonde hair swayed as he tilted his head to the side, his eyes still holding that same curiosity that one would have when meeting a stranger for the first time. Hizashi was a damn good actor.
"So, what's an educated teacher man doing here in a bar like this? Really, I know you said you were bar crawling, but I feel like there's a juicier story."
While some would say that Hizashi was perhaps going overboard, not convincing at all on his part, Shouta had to admit it was working. He'd seen Hizashi act this way with countless strangers before and it was making the scenario they'd discussed at home feel more real by the second. It was getting far too easy to connect the blonde man before him as a genuine stranger and he liked it.
Oh, he liked it a lot. He took a moment to drain half of his glass before Hizashi could speak any further then placed it down carefully on the coaster before tilting his own head at the blonde next to him. He felt a burst of confidence, the feeling spreading through his chest as he shifted on the stool crossing his ankles against the bar beneath him and released a chuckle that could be interpreted a number of ways. However, he hoped it would be seen, heard, as a person trying to placate a stranger's curiosity the way he intended it to be.
"Like I said before. Nothing more, nothing less. I don't leave the house often as I should and was convinced by someone to get out."
"Hmmm, you don't seem like the type to be a pushover though. There has to be a real reason you're here."
Was he leaning closer? All he knew was his air was rasping quietly down his throat at the proximity of Hizashi leaning closer, those green eyes were fanning heat beneath his skin the way they peered at him from under lowered lashes. Why was this so exciting? Why did he want to forsake the roleplay and go home? They weren't even three kinks in and he was learning more about himself than he ever thought he could as a man nearing thirty-one years old.
"C'mon, it's not like we're ever going to see each other again! Tell me, mister teacher, what's got you out here?"
He shivered at the fingers walking up his bicep to his shoulder to tap playfully, the mesmerizing pull of those eyes and his voice was so much better than he ever thought they could be. He was at a loss for words, his face hotter than he would have liked, and he curled his fingers into lose fists as he stared at the blonde who was still staring at him as playfully as one would when teasing a stranger.
Shouta cleared his throat the best he could as he shifted on the stool, the excitement coiling like a pleasant pressure in his lower stomach as he looked away to pick his glass up to take a quick sip. To stall. To compose himself. When he put the glass back down, empty again, he then turned back to the blonde next to him who was still looking at him with that playful, knowing look. "Like you said, we'll never see each other again so why should I say anything to someone I don't know?"
"Oh, wow! You are much more stubborn than you look, aren't you?" Again, that crooning tone had his heart racing against his chest, that same hard on two thumping rhythm breaking it up with the excitement, and he took a deep breath to keep his façade, his role, in place.
Hizashi was far too good at this, the best acting he'd ever seen out of the blonde, and he liked it so much. So very much. He was sure his blood was smoldering through his veins, heating his skin beneath his clothing, and he was shifting again on the stool when the blonde spoke again. "Why don't you let me buy you a drink, hmmm? You look tense and you could definitely afford to relax a bit! You are in a bar after all so let me get you whatever you want, on me!"
He could hear the flirtation in the blonde's voice, see it in the pink hue to his cheeks, the flutter of his lashes as he stared at him like he had all of his attention and it made Shouta want to squirm again for a third time. He knew realistically he should not have even a single sip of alcohol before getting in that car and driving it home but the way he was being stared at, the way he was being spoken too, was so horribly tempting.
Then he came up with an idea, something they had planned for a little later down the road of their flirtation, but he was helpless to stop his lips from moving. "I shouldn't. I'm driving home and I don't know when my friend will get here and-"
"Oh, c'mon! Just one? Or you can take an itty-bitty sip from my glass! I promise, no one will know!" Then those eyes smoldered at him as he leaned just close enough to reach his hand under the counter to slide it up the length of Shouta's thigh subtly, curling towards his inner thigh.
He breathed in sharply when his dick gave a curious twitch as the hand then rubbed at his inner thigh all while his face, his body language, betrayed absolutely nothing about what that hand of his was doing. He slid his own hand under the table to grab at the hand that was gradually creeping towards his crotch, and he broke character just long enough to give the blonde a warning glare as he squeezed his wrist. Hizashi hummed moving his hand away placing it on his inner thigh again to stroke idly at.
"You should loosen up! Trust me and have some fun! You look like someone who doesn't know how to have fun!"
"I know how to have fun! I just don't trust men that I don't know in bars that are trying to buy me drinks I didn't ask for." Shouta replied in a catty tone that made Hizashi smirk widely at him, pride flashing in his eyes, when his hand squeezed his thigh knowing the reaction it would get out of him.
He shivered, the hand that was on the table curling into a fist, closing his own for just a moment before forcing them open to stare back at the blonde. He was biting lightly at the right side of his lip with his canine, giving him a mischievous little look to him that made his next breath shudder quietly on the way in and he used the hand under the bar to lightly trace his fingers along Hizashi's ring finger lightly.
"Besides, I don't even know your name. Why should I trust you? Give me one good reason why I should."
"Do I look like someone who would do something untoward to you?"
"Absolutely. It's the mustache for me."
The bartender barked out a laugh as he came by from serving another customer further down the bar and he watched Hizashi pinch his lips together tightly, but he could see the laughter that wanted to break out. Even Shouta smirked widely at his husband who was struggling so hard not to break his character as he then got a wicked glint to his eyes as he moved his hand up his thigh, faster than Shouta expected, and grabbed at his crotch.
He nearly shouted but he choked the sound down, his smirk falling away as suddenly as it had curled on his lips and his face, which had been cooling considerably, flamed with color again at the hand gripping him. He used his hand to grab the wrist tightly to tug it away, but Hizashi seemed insistent. Their hands trembled as he tried to pull the hand away while the blonde tried to keep it in place. Hizashi then leaned in closer to him, his glasses slipping down just enough from him to look over the tops of his frames.
It took a moment before the blonde grinned widely as he began moving his hand in a stuttered rubbing rhythm due to Shouta tugging at his hand. "Then we'll need to exchange names tonight, if you want, because I think it's only right you know the name you'll be screaming! How about that?"
"B-Bold of you to assume you're going home with me!"
"Oh, do you have a boyfriend?"
"No, but-"
"A girlfriend?"
"No. but I can't-"
"A partner of some kind? Husband or wife?"
"I've said no twice now! What are you, deaf? I don't have any one acting as a significant partner, but I can't just bring you home! Besides, you could be a creep for all I know! I have a son at home, I can't be bringing random people home!"
The chuckle that slipped out of Hizashi was pitched just right between amusement and placating when he used one hand to tap his hearing aids as his other hand forward against his pulling to grip his crotch in a tight grip that nearly made him whine aloud at the pressure it provided. This wasn't what they agreed too, and it was both throwing him off while also making the scenario strangely blur between fantasy and reality. If they were in a club, then maybe it would be fine to grind and touch him but in a quiet bar? What was he thinking?
"Mmmm, you could come to mine then? My daughter is with family tonight, so it'll be just us! And we could drink there, since you're rightly uncomfortable with even a sip of alcohol in you before driving. C'mon, don't you want to loosen up? Have some fun for once? I imagine that you've been a stuck up priss all your life and I think I can help with that! Of course, you can just tell me to fuck off and I'll leave you alone but something in your face is telling me you don't want that, do you?"
Was this how fast they wanted it to go? He couldn't remember. He succeeded in finally ripping Hizashi's hand away from him, worried about just how often his dick was twitching with the jolts of excitement running through him and he swallowed. He didn't want the bartender to get worried, suspicious or anything above because it would be beyond mortifying to explain to this poor man that he was roleplaying with his husband and then have to prove it.
It was the last thing he wanted to do and so he took a breath knowing he had a simple option left because in all honesty even though he only showed up seven minutes ago he was ready to leave already. To continue back home. "You really want me to go with you? For me to 'loosen up' as you said?"
"More than anything!"
"Then let's go."
He hopped off the stool pushing away Hizashi's hand to his lap watching green eyes glint at him as he pulled his wallet out of his pocket when the blonde was already slapping his credit card on the counter sliding it towards the bartender. He narrowed his eyes on his husband who smirked raising his brows suggestively as the bartender looked between the both of them curiously and he sighed out in what he hoped was the right amount of irritation one would have for a stranger insisting on paying the bill.
"Fine, pay the bill then. I'll be outside."
"Got it! I'll meet you there!"
The blonde was positively vibrating with excitement as the bartender grabbed his card to run through, winking at Shouta again making his face burn as he turned on his feet rushing away from the bar while stuffing his wallet back into his jeans pocket. He walked briskly up to the door tugging it open stepping into the hallway where he couldn't stop himself from bursting into a run, his boots pounding against the floor as he ran up to the front door throwing it open.
He rushed across the sidewalk slipping quickly between the cars again the best he could all while the excitement he'd been fighting to keep off his face, from shining in his body language, welled up so intensely inside him that his breaths were rushing out of him quickly. He pulled his keys to of his pocket, listening to them lightly rattle in his shaking hand as he unlocked the car doors then leaned in to jam the key into the ignition and twisting as he stood up straight again.
He then was turning to the sound of the bar door flying open just as violently as his own exit and his heart raced at the sight of Hizashi running towards him, hair flying around his shoulders. "Get in, doors unlocked!"
He slid into the driver's seat just as swiftly as Hizashi threw the door open and slid into his own seat, their doors slamming in unison as the quiet sound of seatbelts being yanked at before clicking into place rang out as he began navigating the car to pull out of the spot. His blood was burning through his veins, there was an excitement that made his very body ache, and he was struggling to regulate his breathing. He put the car into drive pulling away from the spot and pulling out onto the street.
He could all but feel the blonde vibrating with his own excitement as he shifted restlessly in his seat and Shouta struggled to focus on driving when he forced his lips to move. To keep the scenario going. "You never did tell me where you worked or what you did as a profession."
"Oh, I run my own radio show! Maybe you've heard about it! It's Put Your Hands Up Radio!" Hizashi replied in a chirping tone before babbling on for a second about his job, about what exactly he did, and it was during this that Shouta about jumped out of his skin at the hand on his thigh.
Now, his husband liked to joke about them taking turns being the passenger princess when driving but this felt like a complete opposite of what would normally be his hand on Hizashi's thigh. He squeezed the wheel in his hand when the hand crept closer to his inner thighs, letting out a fast breath before pulling in his next one just as fast when the blonde started rubbing his thigh again. "Such a nice night, isn't it? Spring is such an amazing time! I personally get allergies sometimes but nothing too bad! What about you? Any allergies on your end?"
"Nope. Got five cats so if I was allergic to anything it'd be them." He mumbled back as he tried not to think too hard about the hand on his thigh that was alternating between squeezing and rubbing at him, making him shiver in his seat with that low pressure of excitement, arousal even, beginning to pool into his stomach.
He was proud he kept his tone even this time but he was eager, absolutely desperate, to get home already and he could feel the blonde was the same. Excitement because just the scenario, talking to one another as if they were strangers, was absolutely thrilling in the best way possible. "So, you said you had a daughter?"
"Yes! Sweetest little thing you ever did meet! She's adorable to boot and is pretty sensitive but she's such a good girl that you wouldn't believe just how well behaved she is!" He nearly smiled at the way Hizashi was babbling on about their adoptive daughter, knowing full well the blonde did this with anyone who would hear, and he felt a little trace of warmth in his chest. Then the fingers began sliding back and forth on his thigh as if to command his attention again and he lightly bit at his inner lip.
"What about you? You got a son you said? Is he home? Because if he is then we can just go to mine! "
AKA going to a hotel. That was the absolute backup plan they had in place if Hitoshi had to come home with Eri, if there was a kink in their plans, and he was grateful to have actually heard nothing from the teen about needing to come home. He cleared his throat, hoping he wouldn't stutter, as he flexed his fingers out then tightened them on the wheel as the familiar sights began to flash by through the windshield and he was relieved it was only a turn onto their street. Minutes away from home.
They just had to get there and lock the door then they could do whatever they wanted. "Y-Yeah, I have a son. He's sixteen so you can imagine what you will about what that entitles and go from there. He's a good kid, though. He has a good head on his shoulders. But no, he's not home. H-He's out with friends."
"That's sweet! I'm sure he's happy with a father like you!" Hizashi happily chirped again as he bounced lightly in his seat, sliding his hand from Shouta's thigh once again nearly making him whine though this time in disappointment at the weight and warmth of his hand on him. Then he took the turn hearing the light clicking sound of fingers lightly pressing against the button on the buckle ready to press down on it at a moments notice.
He could hear the quiet racing breaths leaving the blonde as they drove down the road, fighting the urge to speed up, but then he was finally pulling into the driveway with a little rocking of the car as he turned. He then turned the car off listening to the buckle click then the seatbelt zip around Hizashi who was grabbing the doorhandle and he pulled the keys from the ignition then unbuckling his belt.
"Wow! You've got a pretty nice house! Is it because of your teacher's salary? Or did you save up? I only live in a tiny little thing, real shitty if I'm gonna be honest, but it gives me shelter and it has a bathroom along with a kitchen so I'm not gonna complain too much about it!" Shouta threw his door open, surprised to feel his legs tremble lightly with the rest of him with the excitement that burst over him as he stepped out and slammed the door shut prompting Hizashi to climb out of the car as well.
"Um, it's both. Salary and saved up." He mumbled the words when Hizashi happily walked around the car, tugging his coat closer to him given the little chill lingering in the air and he locked the doors of his car with a flash of light. Then he stood there. Clueless on how to proceed for a second and he then took a calming breath, placing his hand on top of the car before looking to Hizashi. "Do- Uh, are you thirsty? Would you want anything?"
"Mmmmm, let's see how I feel when I'm inside!" Hizashi then locked his hands behind his back, swaying on his heels before popping forward on his toes smiling mischievously and he hummed quietly when the blonde then gestured to the walkway that led up to their door. "After you! It's your place after all!"
There was a quiet sound of loose rocks being kicked at, boots softly thumping against the concrete and the sound of his jeans swishing lightly from the movement of his hand brushing against his thigh. It was strangely nerve-wracking; as if his husband really were some kind of one night stand he was about to hook up with. The strange surrealness to it all was amazingly perfect. He walked up to the door sliding the key into the lock when Hizashi spoke up again.
"You know, I'm pretty damn lucky tonight!" This was it. He swallowed before looking over his shoulder at the blonde who was smiling with his hands in his pockets, doing that motion of swaying on his heels then popping forward onto his toes happily like he was an eager kid.
His hair trembled down his back, around his face and shoulders each time he bounced up onto his toes like that and it made him gawk for a moment before he turned back to face the door twisting the key listening to the lock clicking. He pulled the key out then twisted the doorknob then making a gesture for Hizashi to step closer so he could walk in first and the blonde smirked at him widely. Looking for all the world like a cat hunting its prey. Knowing it was closing in. He twisted the doorknob pushing it open when he forced his trembling lips to move. "Wh-Why's that?"
Hizashi strolled into the front hallway with a hum on his lips as Shouta followed after him, his heart beating quickly against his chest when he stepped over the threshold using his hand to begin pushing the door shut behind him. Then he yelped when the blonde lunged forward slamming him backwards against the door causing it to slam loudly resulting in the skittering of cat feet from somewhere close by.
He didn't bother to try to hide his rasping breaths, the way they were bound to scrape his throat raw, but then fingertips were tracing up his throat as he shivered tilting his head back as best he could while being pinned against a door. He parted his lips when the fingers traced up his jaw to his mouth, lightly tracing the shape of his parted lips, before the blonde leaned in just close enough for his own breaths to mingle with his own.
"Because I found you."
And then those lips were coming down on his hard making a soft moan leave his throat as finally, finally, he was dropping his keys to the floor as his hands flew up to grip his biceps tightly through that leather coat. He was so completely thankful he hadn't chosen to wear a coat, but it just made pushing at that leather coat all the more fun as the blonde allowed him to push the leather off of his shoulders, down to his elbows.
He felt Hizashi pull his hands away from where he'd planted them on the door to shrug the coat off where it fell to the floor with a muted thump and then there was the matter of their shoes but that didn't matter. Hands were moving up his sides pushing the fabric up with it before hands flew to the buttons of his shirt, pulling at them insistently as their mouths moved together urgently, excitedly when he reached up to help.
He had gotten just below to the middle when Hizashi began tugging at the buttons fiercely, getting frustrated no doubt, and he reached down to unzip then unbutton the blonde's leather pants that clung to his hips it seemed no matter how hard he yanked at them. It was making him awed at just how eagerly their hands were moving at each other, yanking at fabric as if they had to get it off now or it'd burst into flames.
Making quick work of shrugging his shirt off, he shivered when Hizashi slid his hands down his chest, down to his stomach before caressing his sides making him whine lightly at the disruption of his trialing hands. He then shivered when the blonde slid his hands back down his sides before reaching down to yank viciously at his belt making his hips jerk forward from the force and he moaned excitedly as he began pulling up the blonde's tank top.
He felt that brush against his lower lip, soft and yet he could hear the demand which had him parting his lips quickly only to listen to the moan that left Hizashi as his tongue sought out his own. It was so easy, much too easy for him to get as lost as he did when they were kissing but the way the tongue licked, curling and twisting with his own so playfully but with that same urgent energy was making him whimper.
He slid his hands up underneath Hizashi's shirt to brush his palms against his nipples earning him a whine in return when he then flicked his thumbs against them, pressing against the metal balls of his piercings, before pinching them tightly. He loved the loud moan he got from the blonde who yanked at his belt again before he managed to get the buckle undone and then it was sliding through the loops so fast he could hear the faux leather of it hissing against the jean's fabric.
He played with the barbel in his husband's tongue happily as he swallowed the best he could to keep himself from drooling despite the saliva he could feel collecting at the corner of his mouth. He sighed when the blonde got his button ripped open then the zipper that came down just as fast when those hands slid along his waist then before reaching backwards making him shiver. He needed to get some air. He couldn't keep kissing this long without proper breaths in between.
He didn't want too, God he didn't, but he turned his head slightly to take a heaving gasp as lips trailed down his cheek then along his jaw before crawling down his throat frantically it felt. Then hands were slipping were sliding beneath his jeans grabbing his ass tightly making his next breath feed such an enthusiastic moan that he was being yanked from the door and spun towards what he knew was the living room doorway, his feet stumbling over themselves as he was navigated blindly.
He wanted to kick his boots off, that they'd be necessary to get his pants off, and yet he was being pushed to the couch with those hands squeezing and kneading at his ass fiercely making him shiver. There wasn't time to think of speaking, to say the words he felt bubbling up his throat, because lips were covering his own again as he spread his legs kicking the coffee table in the process as the blonde moved between his legs.
Quite happily did he kiss the blonde, the eagerness and excitement making itself known again as he slid his hands up to Hizashi's chest once again to tease the hardened nipples enjoying the shudder he got from the blonde. Loved the low moan he got in response. It should be embarrassing just how loud the silence of the house was and how it amplified the sound of their lips moving together with the quiet smacking, the slick sounds due to the wetness of their lips from the previous kiss.
He pinched Hizashi's nipples tightly, as hard as he possibly could without hurting him, and loved the way the blonde's hips jerked forward thrusting against him making him moan into the kiss. He shivered when the sound was echoed from the blonde, hands reaching down to slide into his pants again to rub at the bulge of his erection through his boxers making his hips buck up eagerly. It was absolutely hot this scenario he had suggested, and he wiggled as his hips began to bounce up against the rubbing pace the blonde was using.
He whimpered into the kiss only for it to break after a second, panting breaths mingling. He could see the blonde's glasses sliding down his nose, using his free hand to pull the frames off of his nose and leaning to place them on the coffee table before turning back to the black-haired man. He reached up to nudge Hizashi's hearing aid back into place gently making him smirk down at him before leaning down kissing his stubbled cheeks, jawline, then pressed a light kiss to his upper lip.
It sent shivers down his spine as that hand continued rubbing at him making him whimper as he thrust his hips eagerly against it. His breath was rushing out of him when he moaned at a squeeze of the hand rubbing at him and he used his next breath to speak. "Mmmmm, y-you know I don't do this ty-type of thing often!"
He gasped his words out when Hizashi slid his hand against him making him whimper when the rhythm stopped but he was watching eagerly as the blonde stood up only to feel heat rip beneath his skin when he pushed the leather pants down. He wiggled and squirmed as if it would help, but it honestly made him look childish in the movements. That alone nearly made him smile. Until he was getting the tight material down his thighs.
Cliché as it possibly could be, Shouta felt his mouth water at the sight of Hizashi's erection coming up to lightly press against his lower stomach. He kicked his boots off then, the sound of them thudding to the floor as they flew off into the darkness of the room was far louder than it had any right to be, and he was hooking his thumbs into the waistline of his jeans. He had them flying down his legs as Hizashi kicked his boots off as well, the thuds a bit more subtle than his own had, but then his pants were being pushed down to his knees quickly and that's when he began fighting the material.
He bit his lip to keep from laughing as he began pushing his boxers down to meet the pants around his knees before yanking the material off and throwing it forward, not caring where they landed. "Having some tr-trouble? Need any help?"
"I got it!"
He grinned widely, his teeth dragging across his lip as Hizashi grunted his words before the flapping sound of the blonde kicking his legs out one at a time to get the material off was loud in the room and he then swung his legs over the side of the couch sitting up as his husband plopped onto the table. He then caught sight of the pout on the blonde's face when he laughed before reaching out to help pull at the pants where they had bunched on the blonde's calves then raised his brows at the smoothness of his legs.
It wasn't unusual for Hizashi to shave or wax, not unusual at all, but it had also taken a lot of convincing on Shouta's part for him to believe it was fine to have leg hair, arm hair and even armpit hair but the fact he more than likely waxed was a bit surprising. Then finally he was getting the pants around his husband's ankles before yanking them off throwing them to the side as both men paused to gawk at the other in the darkness of the room. Like two strangers checking each other out for the first time. Then Hizashi cleared his throat.
"Could you stand up for a minute?"
"Sure...?" He replied to the blonde's question pushing himself up on his feet, stepping from the couch, when his husband was jumping onto the couch and then smiled up at him angelically when he was laid out on his back looking up at him.
He saw his painted nails glisten up at him when he drummed his fingers on his stomach before holding his hands out towards the black-haired man. He tilted his head looking down at the blonde who had a spark of excitement in his eyes as the low lighting of the night struggled to shine through the curtain's that had been yanked shut earlier. However, the cats seemed to have pushed them open just a bit to allow for a beam of moonlight to light up the room just faintly enough that they weren't operating blind while they did this.
"What? W-Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Sit on my face."
"What?"
"You heard me, mister teacher! Sit on my face! I said I'd help loosen you up after all! And besides, you're clean right?"
"Of c-course I'm clean! God, y-you're annoyingly bold, aren't you?"
"You know it! Though I want to say I do believe you when you said you don't do this type of thing because I don't either! But it's exciting, isn't it? Not every day you get brought to some smokin' hot dude's house to fuck! "
"... I guess."
"Great! Now come here and sit on my fucking face."
The way his voice pitched lower, no longer the happy chirp of his previous words, sent shudders down his face and he eyed the couch for a moment wondering if there was even enough space to really sit on the man's face as he requested. It wasn't like this was their bed where they had plenty of space to spread out, this was a couch. He swallowed then moved to tuck his leg between the couch and Hizashi's head hoping to go he wasn't pulling on his hair and then he used the smallest space left on the cushions to balance his other knee on.
It was a tight fit, definitely not as comfortable as it would have been in the bed, but it was working just enough for him to straddle and hover over the blonde's face like he requested. He hummed as hands kneaded at his thighs happily coaxing his hips downwards. He let out a whine when the hands slid from his thighs, nails dragging over the skin lightly which got goosebumps in return, and he shivered.
His thighs tightened themselves against Hizashi's head when those hands gripped his ass again. He was shifted just enough that when he spread them he was gasping as his right hand flew to the couch's back to grip it tightly at the excitement that shot through him so intensely, he was left trembling under its impact. He then released a low moan when he felt Hizashi deliver a lick that allowed the ball of his piercing to rub against him.
Letting his head fall back as that absolute sinful tongue continued to give a few lazy licks. Like they had all the time in the world. He shouted wordlessly then with such enthusiasm that he knew it wasn't lost on the blonde as his tongue pushed against him before sliding in sending shudders down his spine and his left hand flew down to grab the blonde locks of hair tightly as the ring around his throat lightly swayed then thumped against his chest.
He couldn't feel it, but he knew Hizashi's own chain was pooling around his throat with the ring against it no doubt, from the position. He moved his hand from squeezing the locks of hair to cradling the back of his head as that tongue rubbed the ball of his piercing against his inner walls. Just the movement alone was creating a sensation that made him groan loudly as he ground his hips downwards.
Heard the answering moan from Hizashi as fingers dug into his skin fiercely, his grip so tight it sent a throbbing pain down to his ass, but it didn't deter the pleasure he got; no, he was surprised to find that it increased. Much like the ruthlessness of the blowjob Hizashi had given him that night. He whimpered when one hand moved from his ass cheek to wiggle a finger in alongside his tongue, a light burn from the push, but then that finger was flexing upwards searching for his prostate.
His knees squeezed together around Hizashi's head, hearing a pained sound leave the blonde making him jump as he realized fairly quickly that he was not only sitting on his hair but probably tugging at. Shit, that had to hurt bad given his weight. He opened his mouth to apologize as he began move as if to climb off of the blonde when his words were being replaced with a loud cry as the finger finally found the spot it had been searching for.
He wriggled when Hizashi ground the pad of his finger against the spot making his legs tremble as the resulting pleasure flashed up his spine making his chest arch up as he gasped pressing firmly against the back of the blonde's head. He needed to get off of him, though. He was on his hair, that pained noise had been the tell tale of that, but as he began rising upwards to climb off that finger rubbed viciously, ruthlessly even, at him making him cry out again.
He jerked before he could stop himself when he heard another pained noise from the blonde when his movement no doubt pulled again at his hair, and he grit his teeth before forcing himself upwards. He could have sobbed when Hizashi's mouth left him, but he was planting his leg onto the floor to stand up despite its trembling and he pushed his other knee, the one that was tucked against the back of the couch, off to stand next to the blonde.
He was gulping air down like he was starving for it but the smoldering heat in those green eyes was almost too much for Shouta to stand when he watched the blonde sit up, his chest heaving, when he forced his lips to move. "Ride me?"
It sent chills over Shouta at the sound of the raspy whisper of his husband's voice asking him so eagerly to do it. Like he needed to get the words out as fast as he could because he couldn't stop them. "Gi-Give me a second to get the things."
He wasn't sure his husband heard his mumble but the nod he got was enough answer for him before rushing off leaving Hizashi on the couch watching after him, the heat tingling across his skin from the smoldering gaze. When he was out of sight he ran. He ran as fast as he did when exiting the bar, his feet striking the floor as he threw open the doors to their bedroom then flying over to the bedside table yanking the drawer open and turning the lamp on to see better.
His hands were shaking as he grabbed the box and lube, the soft lighting from the lamp illuminating Twix, Simba and Cappella curled up together in the center of the bed but he could hardly think to greet them. There'd be time later. He was running from the bedroom like the whole damn thing was on fire, his breath rasping out of him as he rushed through the kitchen listening to his feet slapping against the tiled floor.
It was unreal just how realistic the scenario was, how much fun he was actually having, and he nearly stumbled over Void when the cat ran past making him curse as he struggled to catch his footing. He then settled for a brisk walk into the living room, his own chest having now as he walked into the room, reveling in how Hizashi nailed that wide eyed look of surprise that any stranger would have at someone's disheveled appearance.
Swallowing to soothe the ragged itch in his throat as he walked over to the blonde tossing the condoms at him and popped the cap to the lube while Hizashi tore a condom off of the chain then tucked it into the box again. There was a shake to his own hands that didn't go unnoticed by him as he lifted it up ripping it open, then reaching inside for the condom and making quick work at getting it on.
Similar to how Shouta had squeezed the lubricant onto his fingers and reached behind him to rub it across his entrance before rushing forward to climb onto the blonde's lap when hands reached out, fingers curling in a beckoning motion. He dug his knees into the cushion on either side of Hizashi's hips, reaching underneath him to grab at the twitching erection before wiggling slightly to get the tip to press against him then stay there.
Their panting breaths were loud in the darkness, betraying the excitement and eagerness of the situation before Shouta felt lips fluttering against his chest prompting him to sink down slowly. Hizashi's cry washed out the sound of his moan as he came to rest on the blonde's lap after getting that final inch inside of him settling down at the base. He raised his hands then to his freckled shoulders, squeezing tightly, as if to cling on or he'd fly off.
He was so very glad he had taken the time to prepare himself before leaving the house. So glad. He shivered at the moan that vibrated against his chest when he began rocking his hips, nails clawing at the blonde's shoulders, his breaths rushing out of him as if they were eager to escape only for him to gulp another one down feeding into another sound. He had to do his best, his absolute hardest, not to let the blonde's name drip off his tongue because then it would ruin the illusion of the roleplay.
It would bring it to a close and he didn't want to do that yet. He wanted to keep the idea, the fantasy that Hizashi was indeed a stranger he had picked up at the bar and brought home for a one-night stand, alive. It was far more arousing than he could have ever thought. Just like the pet play. He heard Hizashi groan against his chest again as his arms wrapped around his waist, sliding down to once again grip his ass tightly making shivers run down his body as he tried to coax Shouta into doing more than the rocking rhythm.
He had to admit he was just as impatient, just as eager to start, but he fought the urge to do so. He slid his slid his left hand up the side of the blonde's neck around to the back of it, up into his blonde hair, tugging his head backwards until he could look at his face for just a second. In the dim lighting he could see that flush of color, his lashes wee drooping as if he couldn't bear to keep them open any wider, his lips parted with quick breaths as he twitched his hips upwards against him and his brows were tightly drawn together. He loved it.
Loved it so much, so deeply that he leaned down covering Hizashi's parted lips with his own. He normally wouldn't dive right into an open-mouthed kiss but he felt that this time was a special circumstance that called for it and he felt the blonde shiver against him as he moaned into the kiss, a sound Shouta was helpless to echo. He continued that lazy rocking as fingers dug into his skin, his lashes fluttering in response, as he quickly devoted himself to moving his tongue with Hizashi's.
Shivering when the blonde's hips copied his movements whimpering softly as nails began digging into his skin as well. He played with the tongue piercing happily only to break the kiss, listening to a quiet whimper leave Hizashi, only to remedy the sound by fluttering his own lips against the blonde's hot cheek down. Then down to his jawline much like how it had been done to him countless times.
He knew Hizashi didn't care about hickeys. Didn't care because no one would see them thanks to the directional speaker he wore at work, so it didn't matter to him if there were bruises lining his throat. It was this knowledge that spurred Shouta to kiss down the slope of his neck before biting down drawing a gasp from the blonde, a tremble moving over the man, and Shouta timed it perfectly to raise his hips up just enough for him to drop back down on his lap.
He felt Hizashi throw his head back as he moaned loudly gripping at him tightly, clinging onto him, as he began to lift and drop himself in a slow rhythm as he sank his teeth into his neck before sucking at the flesh with enough suction for the hope of a hickey to form. There was nothing Hizashi loved more than a hickey, something he sang praises of all the time, and he loved leaving them on the blonde.
Maybe that was a kink in itself but he LOVED the fact that he could leave a physical mark on his husband that would proudly scream of his handy work when they were in their civilian attire. Not that he would ever act or physically show that HE was the one who did it, he knew he couldn't stop the smug looks each time he would stare at the hickey's left behind when he was in the mood to do so.
He didn't even mind when Hizashi did it to him so long as they were all below his neck which always made the blonde pout. He moved his mouth from the spot to target just below his Adam's Apple, biting and sucking at the flesh there only to moan when his next downward movement was met with a rough thrust from the blonde. He took the silent demand, the beg that was behind it, and began to lift then drop himself faster when the blonde's hands readjusted their grip on his ass to move him faster until he felt his ponytail lightly bobbing against his neck with his movements but the moans spilling out of Hizashi were addicting.
They seemed to rise in pitch each time a new one came out of him, his own low and throaty as he pulled his lips from the spot once he felt satisfied, he'd done a well enough job. Then he decided on an impulsive, stupid, reckless decision. He leaned in biting at Hizashi's jaw, sucking at the flesh roughly earning him such a loud moan that he flinched at its frequency; his ears were still much too sensitive from the last time they were together, and his hearing had flickered only to come back muted for the next couple of days following it.
He bit down a touch harder, digging his teeth in to make sure something was left behind, before pulling back moving his hand from the blonde's hair to place it down on his shoulder again for additional leverage. He let his own head fall back again as he moaned moving his hips faster, coming down harder, as the blonde thrusted upwards meeting his movements as he dug his nails into his shoulders again.
It was almost painful how quiet the room was, like the silence of the house was emphasized by the panting breaths and high moans, the low groans, even the whimpering and whines that spilled out of them. He flinched at another moan that left Hizashi, the sound again far too loud and high in its frequency, and he straightened his head up to stare at his husband who was squirming in between thrusts, his eyes shut with lashes fluttering against his cheeks.
Something about it, the fact that he looked so focused even with his eyes shut, had Shouta frantic to move faster, come down harder, until he felt the couch cushion beneath them bouncing in time with his movements. He could feel strands of hair sliding from his ponytail, somehow, to dangle around his face as he leaned forward just enough for his erection to rub against the blonde's stomach pulling a shout from Shouta and a hissing breath from the man beneath him.
He could feel the hips hitting him each time he came down, the sharp impact of their skin meeting was just another sound that added to the silence, and he was scratching at those freckled shoulders he adored. He loved this, he loved it so much, and he knew this wouldn't be the last time they did it. Far from the last. The fact he was confident for once to go through with it spoke volumes and he loved the playfulness of it.
Oh, he could only imagine the different scenarios, the different roles, that they could act out had him whimpering. He leaned forward before he could stop himself to lick at Hizashi's lips in such a lewd manner that the blonde moaned happily as he welcomed yet another kiss from him. Only this time it felt messier, less refined or controlled, but he didn't care one bit. He wanted sloppy and he wanted hickey's and he wanted to feel like he could fuck Hizashi with all the confidence in the world that he'd never see him again after they were done tonight.
He could feel a sheen of sweat covering his forehead making the few locks of his bangs falling from his ponytail cling to it and he pulled from the quick, impromptu kiss to throw his head back practically howling out as Hizashi's right hand moved from his ass to grasp his erection tightly and begin stroking quickly. He couldn't understand the choked little huffs of air that transformed themselves into mangled sounds leaving his throat.
All he knew was it inspired both him and Hizashi to move hard as they could, fast as they could manage, against each other. He was melting. He was putty in this man's hands, and he loved it. He loved it so goddamn much that he hoped every time they indulged in roleplay would be like this. It was when Hizashi finally angled his thrusts to slam against his prostate that his mind seemed to white out, his mouth moving before he could even think of stopping himself.
"Ah, ah! Yes! Yes! T-There! Right there! More! More, more, more, mo-more! Please! Pl-Please! Mmmmmmn! So good! So fu-fucking good! Mmmf, mmm! Nnngh, ah! Shit!" He could hear Hizashi moaning but his voice was so loud, so incredibly loud in his ears, that he could barely register it. "I-I don't do ssshit like this! Mmm! I ha-hated bringing p-people home but God I'm happy I did this time! So happy! I lo-love it! Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Nnngh! Fuck me goood! So good! Fuck me, fuck me! T-To think I'm letting some stranger fuck me l-like this is embarrasin'!"
He yelped when he received a harsh bite to his collar bone as he listened to the frantic, desperate whining moans that were so loud and so high in their frequency that they had his ears ringing but he wanted to hear him. He could mute him after, if he got too loud and he felt it might make his hearing muffled again, but for now he wanted to hear him. He wanted to feel him squirm beneath him as he wrapped his arms around his shoulders to cling onto him.
Given it was a bit awkward for his wild, bouncing movements while clinging onto him he found he didn't care at all. Couldn't care when the hand stroking him squeezed just enough to drag a shout of him. He was grateful he wasn't tucked to his shoulder but rather above his head, his breaths ruffling the blonde locks of hair as he groaned from clenched teeth at the pleasure that clawed up and down his skin, the sheer burn in his veins, as he clung onto Hizashi.
Raking his nails across the blonde's upper back when he felt teeth dragging as if to pinch the skin with them and he moaned enthusiastically, hoping the sound spurred the blonde onwards as he felt that all too familiar pressure building. It was slow, like watching a piece of wood smolder and flicker with flames when blown on. It was driving him crazy, making him desperate and frantic as he slammed himself down hard against an equally harsh thrust from the blonde who groaned loudly against his skin releasing his collar bone.
He could feel Hizashi's thighs jumping, tensing periodically beneath him and he knew the blonde wasn't going to last much longer. He wanted to shove him off of that peak he was climbing too and so when he slammed himself downwards he clenched himself tightly around the blonde who released a howl that was similar to Shouta's, so loud that he mentally cursed when he heard glass raining onto the coffee table from the ceiling fan and the sound of their tv stand trembling lightly.
God, did he want Hizashi to talk, to say what he was thinking, but if the pants against his skin that seemed to wheeze ever so lightly with each inhale said anything he knew the blonde was far past it. It was rare for the blonde to be rendered speechless, but Shouta didn't mind one bit because he had said what he needed too to spur his husband onwards and he blinked when he felt Hizashi shift his legs.
It clicked when he pulled back just enough to look over his shoulder to see him bracing his feet against the coffee table's edge, his toes twitching before curling tightly. He turned away from his legs, straightening his head to find Hizashi watching him, and he felt a shudder run through him as he gasped in a breath. Even if it was dark in the room, the lighting so dim he was surprised he could make anything out, he knew those pupils were blown wide and glazed over with the lust, the arousal, that he knew was there.
He twitched feeling his own thighs tightening, shaking lightly as he found himself meeting Hizashi's gaze, unable to look away and unwilling too, as he felt his orgasm clawing upwards making the building pressure unbearable, but he knew he had to keep his eyes on the blonde. He knew he'd rupture eardrums if he didn't stop it and the last thing, he wanted was for any of the cats to be hurt, for his own eardrums to rupture or for him to break his hearing aids.
It was like he was being ripped apart in the most delicious manner, heat shivering under his skin as his legs squeezed together against Hizashi's trembling thighs and he squirmed as he dropped himself down roughly on Hizashi. He knew his next movement would stop nothing from the shriek that would leave the blonde, knew it so well, yet it was a helpless struggle as he leaned forward pressing a rough kiss to his husband's lips.
He tightened his arms around his neck then as he jerked, moaning against the blonde's mouth as he ground his hips downwards against Hizashi's as his hips then bucked forward as he gasped through his nose. It was like a relief to feel his orgasm shudder up through him, to feel the throbbing of his erection to be soothed as he whimpered activating his quirk when the blonde gasped in a breath when he tightened.
The sound he would have left would have been astronomic, catastrophic to any eardrums in the vicinity, and he could tell all from the way his husband's hips moved in a frenzy of thrusts that merely bounced Shouta upwards as he began grinding back. The way that he writhed against the couch, his nails clawing at his ass cheek and his fingers clutching his erection tightly making him whine when his own orgasm finally came down leaving him with a blissful feeling rolling its way over him.
Could feel the pulsing of his husband's erection until finally he was wheezing out a breath and Shouta let his eyes close before any adverse effects could kick in as he clung to the blonde. His chest heaved against Hizashi's, trembling as arms slid around his waist hugging him tightly despite the come on his stomach and then lips were fluttering against his shoulder up to the side of his neck. He pressed his own hot cheek to Hizashi's shoulder as he tried to focus on catching his breath.
It was mesmerizing how his blood seemed to hum through his very veins with the intensity shaking through him and he shut his eyes again when hands rubbed up then down on his back coaxing him to relax. The fluttering kisses on his shoulder were more than welcomed, his own racing heart managing to stumble over its beats at the tenderness, and he tightened his arms around the blonde who squeezed him back.
The loud, chirping meow had both men pulling apart to hear the sound of at least two belled collars jingling in the darkness of the room followed by another rumbling meow. He heard the breathless, wheezing sound leave him only for it to be followed by wild laughter that shook his body against the blonde's as he leaned back in his lap. He brought his hand up to push the loose locks of hair away from his sweaty face when he heard Hizashi giggling beneath the wild laughs leaving him and hands kneaded gently at his waist as Shouta's eyes pricked dryly.
Like his eyes wanted to form tears, but it was a bit too difficult at the moment. He didn't mind the sensation as he laughed, sounding completely unhinged to his own ears. To think that of all the things to break the immersion of the roleplay, to drag him by his nails to reality, was their cats finally making themselves known. He rubbed at an eye as he laughed before opening them to find Hizashi looking at him with that same look of awe that made his cheeks burn with embarrassment.
But he was soaring high, so absolutely high the feeling couldn't touch him, and he smiled at the blonde who moved his hands up. He grabbed his face gently bringing him forward, something he moved easily with, as he was pulled into perhaps the most tender kiss of the night, and he hummed softly at the warmth it sent washing through him when they pulled back. Hizashi then smiled pecking his lips, once, twice as if he couldn't help himself and Shouta didn't mind.
He was helpless to refuse the little kisses that lead to another soft kiss that had his toes curling at the fluttering sensation it created. When they pulled back the blonde sighed out as his thumbs stroked at his hot cheeks, the sensation making him lean into those hands, when he raised his brows at his husband with another hum leaving his throat.
"You're getting kinkier, baby, I can feel it!" He let a wide smirk curl over his lips when those blonde lashes fluttered open staring at him with amusement now. "But I pick the next two! We'll trade off, so that'll mean I pick two and you pick two! Deal?"
"Deal."