He wasn't sure he could do this. Of course, he'd had that thought with that whole Daddy situation but that had been different. That was at home! Everything they had done was at home! In the one place where he could safely lose his tight control, a place where he and Hizashi could be as loud as they pleased, given they were home alone. He felt like screaming at the blonde to take them home, then to beg that the blonde choose something else - for the love of God anything else - but he bit his lip to hold it back.
It was Hizashi's turn to pick, his day to choose what kinky situation they would explore, and the last thing he wanted to do was balk now at something he chose but this was guaranteed to end in an arrest if they were caught. How embarrassing would it be for the police force to arrest Pro-heroes Eraserhead and Present Mic for having sex in a parked car? Overwhelmingly. Mortifyingly. It'd be everywhere before the day could even end.
His legs were shaking lightly with the anxiety running rampant through his chest, his knuckles going white from the tight grip, his face were painfully hot as he peeked at the blonde humming next to him. How could a man look so cheerful, so unbothered, when they were about to do something so lewd? So inappropriate? God, they could be caught. They could be charged with disorderly conduct at best but be embarrassed for life at worst.
It was like a chant in his head; they could be caught, they could be caught, they could be caught. They could get fucking caught. He was trying not to hyperventilate as he stared out the window trying to calm his heartrate, trying to let himself relax into the sound of Hizashi softly singing now but he couldn't. He just couldn't. Each time it felt that he was going to sink into the feeling of relaxation, get lost in his husband's voice, the reality of what they were going to do and where they were going to do it would hit him again making him tense.
It was impossible to relax with the knowledge he had now. He nearly whimpered when Hizashi turned off taking an exit on the highway, his breaths rasping out of him, and he wanted to scream at him to take them home. That they could replace this with something else, but he choked it down. Hizashi always told him to keep an open mind and he was keeping his mind open but this? This wasn't some controversial kink.
This was something that could lead to arrests and whispers from the public which would throw him in center light when his name was mentioned. That was the last thing he wanted. He jumped when a hand slid over his tight, shaking fists to rub gently at the tense muscles and he looked up to find Hizashi's gaze flicking away as he drove. It was quiet, the man no longer singing as his hand covered his own trembling one. This wasn't having sex but being quiet because the kids were home; it wasn't even having to keep Hizashi quiet in their shitty apartment because the walls were so thin, and they'd gotten multiple warnings from the landlord about them being loud.
This was a huge step they were taking, and he wasn't sure he could go through with it. "It's gonna be okay, baby! I promise, it'll be okay!" Okay? It'll be okay? How did he know that?
The last time they'd ever gotten frisky in a car was when they'd been allowed to borrow Hizashi's foster mother's car and they'd been caught by worker at that Costco only to be let off with a warning only for them to notify the school. Obviously it was expected when two U.A students were not only in a parked car but fooling around in a parked car was something else. He'd died of embarrassment, locking himself away whenever he was home because his own mother had been told of what he'd done and scolded him so fiercely that even Hizashi's adoptive mother got on his case. How could this be any different?
"Sho, love, breathe with me. I promise no one is going to catch us and no one will fine us by any sort of chance! There's no way many people know about this spot because the last time I came by there was only one car that went by after four hours of sitting here. I promise if you can't do it, if you don't want to do it when we get there, then we'll go home. I promise, baby, I wouldn't even suggest this if I didn't think you couldn't handle it."
"What if I can't?" He got out in a strangled voice that had Hizashi looking over quickly with worry on his face before turning his head back to look out the windshield and he struggled not to gasp when he took his next breath in time with his husband's. His heart was beating so fast, his lungs screaming for air the moment he emptied them, and his next breath wheezed down as he looked at his husband as he fought the urge to hide his hot face. "What if I can't do this?"
"Then that's okay! We'll do something else! Baby, I don't want you to be scared about this and I don't want to make you upset over it."
Somehow Hizashi got his fingers to release their tight grip on his pants to slide their hands together squeezing the shaking hand in his. He heard the click of the turn signal being turned on as the wheel then whispered against his husband's palm. They drifted into the right lane after flicking the light off and he clung onto his husband's hand as he shifted in his seat. He didn't like to think he was easy to spook but the repercussions of what could happen were too much for him.
He was a grown man, and he was about to have sex with his husband in the back seat of their car where they wouldn't be able to let Eri or Hitoshi in until it was aired out properly with no chance of a smell lingering. "Sho, this isn't like when we were kids, not at all! We were stupid and chose a fucking Costco parking lot to fool around in, but this is a pretty secluded spot! No cops, no onlookers, just me and you and the trees. No one's gonna know we were even here."
Shouta had never felt such anxiety, such nervousness as this; it was so much worse than porn watching or kinky names, this was something that could come back to bite them in the ass viciously if they weren't careful. This was sex in the public, technically, and they could get in huge amounts of complicated legal problems if they're caught. He squeezed the blonde's hand, wondering if he could feel his pulse fluttering in his wrist, and he flexed the fingers of his left hand out to ease the cramping in his fingers as he took a breath. Held it then let it out.
"Do you swear that? That no one will know? That not a single person will find out?"
"I swear! I'll even sweep the woods to make sure there's no one out there for some reason, if it makes you more comfortable, baby."
Then a thumb was rubbing against his hand softly in soothing strokes as he stared at his husband who was focusing once again flicking his turn signal on and then quickly turning the wheel as they turned down a little road. Something that could easily be missed if you didn't know what to look for and he squeezed the blonde's hand tightly, receiving an equally firm squeeze back as the blonde turned his blinker off.
With no one in front of them or behind them the blonde risked a glance at his husband as he then tugged his hand pulling it upwards to his lips to kiss the back of it softly. "I promise you, Sho, no one other than us will ever know we did this. If you're uncomfortable at any time then we can stop, okay? We'll stop and we'll go right home, forget about this all together, because you need to know you have an out, baby. You always have a choice in this."
He let the blonde pull his hand away after kissing his knuckles this time, placing his hand back on the wheel in order to pull over on the side of the road as close to the trees as he could get without smacking the car door off of one. He put the car into park when Shouta rubbed at his face with his hands roughly before reaching up to tighten his ponytail, turning his gaze to his husband who was staring at him with such worry it nearly broke his heart.
He was scared shitless at being caught but he could feel a strange tingling running beneath the fear, the anxiety and even paranoia, but he couldn't name it. Couldn't pin it down. He licked his lips then swallowed again when Hizashi unclipped his seat belt before turning towards him the best he could in the seat, and he shut his eyes for a moment when hands brushed his cheeks softly."I know it doesn't seem it, but I trust you, Zashi. I'm putting all my fucking trust in you that no one will find us, you know that? Don't break it, okay?"
"I won't. I would never break your trust, Sho! It's not possible that anyone will find us right now and even if they were to see us, they'd just think we broke down, but even then we're so close to the trees I don't think they'll think twice about it! Barely anyone comes down this road, baby, I promise you that." He then stroked those hot cheeks with his thumbs when Shouta opened his eyes to meet those green eyes when the blonde leaned towards him the best he could.
"Do you want to do this, baby? Tell me and I can turn around right now to take us home. If you think for a second that this is something you can't go through with then that's okay. At any moment, no matter what we're doing, if you want to stop it and go home, we will. Can you do that for me?"
He reached up touching the backs of Hizashi's hands, wishing he could stop his own hands from shaking, but as he looked at the blonde who bore such a serious look to his face, he knew every word was the truth. That the blonde had yet to lie to him so why would he start now? And why with this? Hizashi wasn't cruel, wasn't the type to get him so nervous and anxious only to lie to him. He slid his hands to press his palms against them pressing the blonde's hands firmly to his cheeks as he shut his eyes once more to compose himself.
To see if he could answer as truthfully as he could without letting the anxiety rule his mouth. He was grateful there was some music playing but that it was at a quiet pitch, nothing too audible but nothing so quiet he couldn't hear it and it was perfect for not letting silence rule in the car. That would just make it so much harder to answer. He opened his eyes to find Hizashi's face back to a worried expression.
"Okay. I can do that, Zashi. I'll try to go along with this because I'll trust that you wouldn't do something that would fuck us over."
"I love you, Shouta. Why would I ever do something that could ruin your career or reputation? I'd never do that to you, never in a million years, baby!"
He then took a deep breath that his husband copied, holding it down as both counted to ten and when he let his breath out, he heard a shaky quality to the one that left the black-haired man's lips. This was the make it or break it question. He shifted in his seat making the car faintly rock and Shouta tensed at the movement as his eyes flickered out the window. "Do you just want to try kissing? See where we go with that? It'd be a lot less embarrassing to be caught kissing but then you can blame it all on me. Either way, if by someone in a million chance that we get caught you can still blame me, baby. I'd never let you take the fall by yourself. Not when this is my idea to begin with."
"I- We can try that. Just kissing."
He couldn't raise his voice higher than the whisper it came out as when he saw Hizashi's lips quirk into hopeful little smile as the hands left his face to grab his hands squeezing them softly as if to get the shakes out for him. Then the blonde was shifting slightly with a huff leaving him at the position he'd twisted himself into and he swallowed then as he pulled his hands from Hizashi's to turn unbuckle himself, the seatbelt whizzing into place, before unlocking the doors and opening it dropping one leg outside onto the mix of gravel and grass beneath them.
"Let's just do this, okay? I don't- If I think too much about this, I won't be able to do even that."
"I got you, baby, I know."
He heard the reply before slamming the door, listening to Hizashi's door open so quickly it grazed the tree closest to them and the blonde climbed out as he tugged the back door open crawling inside quickly. He slid into place shutting the door behind him when the driver's door was slamming shut with a muted thud only for the door behind it to be pulled open allowing Hizashi to slide into the backseat just as quickly.
His weight settling on the seats made the car lightly bounce as he then shut the door, pressing the lock and both listened to the sound of the doors locking once again before the blonde turned towards him. His glasses slipped down on his nose, and he scooted towards the middle prompting him to move closer to the blonde as well when his husband slid the glasses off. He leaned in, placing them in the second cup holder up front before sitting back down then reaching up stroking the dark locks of hair behind his ears.
"Just breathe, Shouta. Breathe with me and focus on me. I'm the only one here, okay? There's no one but me and you, I'm the only person in the world and everything outside this car doesn't exist. I'll make sure I stay aware, I'll keep an eye out for us, and you won't have to worry about a thing. Don't be scared to stop me and don't be scared to speak up, okay? You have full control."
He nodded softly as he felt the fingers trailing the shape of his ear lightly then took a deep breath when Hizashi prompted him to do so, his chest expanding out before letting all the air rush out and then the blonde was leaning in pressing his lips against his. Of course, it made his toes curl, his heart flutter even as it slammed against his chest, and his hands came up to grip his shirt; he still couldn't shake the lingering paranoia that someone could find them.
That someone would see them. Hizashi said focus on him, though. He was letting the thoughts control him, was letting his anxiety do his thinking for him, and while he understood it was very important to listen to that feeling he wanted to try. He wanted to try and be as adventurous as Hizashi; to say that he'd done it all with the blonde and feel proud of it. So, he breathed out through his nose then pulled in a long breath as he focused on the feel of the blonde's lips on his own.
They were softer than one would expect while being a bit on the thinner side but still so perfect for kissing. Hizashi had been so lanky, all sharp angles and long limbs when they were teens, but he'd filled out so amazingly that those sharp angles and limbs were something he strangely grew into. Instead of being lanky he had filled out just enough to hold a lithe, strong form that would be unsuspecting to the outsiders, surprised he was as strong as he was, and while his ass certainly didn't fill out it just went with all of him.
He always blushed when the blonde would call him thick, that he was strong and muscular in a way that mattered but he was always flattered at just how his husband seemed to drool over him. Like he really was as attractive as the blonde claimed he was. He slid his hands from his shoulders in order to wrap his arms around his neck to tug him closer, relishing in the arm that wrapped around his waist while another rested on his thigh squeezing gently.
As if spurring him onwards. And he was going too. He moved his lips with more confidence, the tense muscles in his back and shoulders relaxing ever so slightly though he still was painfully aware that they were in the car because the space was honestly awful back there. He didn't know how they were going to do this comfortably, but Hizashi assured him that he could take care of it all. He twitched when the hand on his waist snuck beneath the fabric of his shirt to rub against his skin.
He twisted one of his hands up to press against the back of Hizashi's head as he struggled to slow his breath. He was still breathing quickly at the thought of the anxiety reaching up to strangle him again but the lips on his own, moving softly and tenderly, were distracting him from those wild feelings. He knew it wasn't okay what they were doing yet it felt like so long as he had Hizashi's incredibly soft lips on his then it was okay.
He couldn't completely shake his paranoia, nor his anxiety, however he felt himself falling into the routine of kissing his husband and it was exactly what he needed to relax. He wasn't sure he could go through with it though his answer could change; after all he didn't think he could call Hizashi Daddy, but he'd done that hadn't he? Didn't think he could watch the porn, but he did too, didn't he?
He was faced with three instances where he wasn't sure if he could do it, but he'd done it anyhow. It was just like the thought he'd had that day he locked himself in the bathroom; he was standing in his own way. That didn't mean he thought sex in a parked car was the answer to being confident. Nor did it change the fact that everything was balancing like a house of cards; if one wrong thing happened it would all come crashing down around them.
He shivered when the hand on his waist slid up further underneath his shirt, the cool touch against his warm skin had him letting out a breath, and he felt the hand on his thigh sliding underneath it to lift it. Coaxing it to come over his lap. He moved with the hand pulling his leg over, settling on the blonde's lap, as their lips moved clumsily for a moment before the blonde pulled away. His breath was warm against his lips, hands rubbing his thighs comfortingly.
"You still okay, baby?"
His lips were tingling with the rush of blood to them, the screaming in his head from earlier was muffled, and he tightened his arms around the blonde's shoulders as he shifted himself to fit comfortably in his lap. While he chose to have his hair tied back, the blonde had opted not to which allowed it to spread onto the seat he was leaning against, across Shouta's arms, and he loved that it was everywhere. But was he okay? He took a second to take and release a quick breath before he felt confident in his answer.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I-I'll tell you if it's too much, so just kiss me. Don't let me think about this too much."
When the blonde looked at him with a glimmer of worry, brows coming together as his lashes flicked upwards with his searching gaze, he leaned in to press their lips together again as he closed his own. Anything to keep from thinking about the anxiety that lingered like a background sound in his head. A voice muffled by the walls of a house shouting to be heard but being ignored. He could handle this.
He could handle being on his husband's lap and he could handle kissing him in the backseat of their car because like Hizashi said it wasn't nearly as bad as being caught kissing. It was innocent. There was nothing really wrong with it and if they did get caught then he could possibly handle the scandal it would cause; could more than likely shut it down on his own if it happened. But sex? That was the scary part.
He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, lashes trembling gently, as he tried to get his mind to shut off. It wasn't a confirmed thing if they would be having sex in the car, it wasn't an actual solid guaranteed thing, and yet his heart flew against his chest as if pumping that nervousness, that anxiety, through him. As if he could tell just by the way his lips moved with the blonde's, hands slid up from his thighs to his waist slowly then underneath his shirt up to his sides making him shiver.
It was like an eraser; it wiped away the little thoughts, muffling them away, as those hands began sliding up then down to his waist. A path that was made over and over until a hand pressed against his throbbing heart making it jump beneath the palm covering it. Any faster and he was sure it would stop. The slow, tender pace of their lips was a remedy as powerful as cream over a burn or a numbing gel on a toothache; it was a balm that he needed.
He could handle this. One hundred percent. In fact, he was losing himself bit by bit with the movement of their lips that he lost track of the hands on his skin until he felt the lightest drifting of fingers against his nipples. He twitched, knees shifting to squeeze the sides of Hizashi's thighs, but he didn't yank away the thought he would. It was okay, wasn't it? Just a little touching wasn't bad and besides it wasn't like this was the first time it's ever happened.
The blonde's hands always traveled under his shirt when they kissed, especially at bedtime, that half the time he walked around the house shirtless. He did it because it was a hassle to keep a shirt on when he knew that if he and the blonde were alone it was guaranteed to happen. But because more often than not the kids were around the house, by the time they were alone the shirt would be flying off of him but there was something better about having a shirt on and the blonde's hands roaming his skin under it.
Knew he should stop himself from giving Hizashi the wrong impression, however, when he found himself moving his lips a bit faster against the blonde's and pressing firmly against them as he lightly scratched at the blonde's scalp. He was doing all the things he would do if they were at home, on the couch or on the bed, and he knew it was the wrong thing to do. He still wasn't sure he could do this.
Wasn't sure he was able to even get to that point. However, Hizashi merely moved at his pace, never touching or kissing in a way that promised clothes would be coming off, but rather matching what Shouta gave. What he wanted to give into the kiss. He was sure they were both surprised by the quiet, faintly audible moan that left his throat when the blonde began flicking his thumbs over the hardening nipples and he heard an equally quiet sound leave the blonde.
Was it going to happen? Was he really going to do this? He fought the urge to whimper with the anxiety that reared up and choked his throat as he struggled to breathe as normally as he could while moving his lips with Hizashi's. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. He knew if he could forget about where they were and the cons that could happen then he could do this. He didn't know how he went from being unsure if he could do this but some part of him was confident, he could but the anxious part of him insisted he couldn't.
That he shouldn't do this. As if sensing this the blonde slid his hands from the hardened nipples down his chest, taking a few moments to lightly play with the curls of hair on his chest before sliding down to his stomach that quivered viciously beneath his hands. He pulled back to take a breath, to satisfy his starving lungs, and he couldn't stop another quiet sound from leaving him only it was a whine this time when lips kissed his jaw before moving in a path down his throat.
They were gentle, dripping with just the right amount of affection that it was hard for him to find fault with it. He grunted when he tilted his head back only to thump his head off the roof of the car from the close proximity when he pulled away and he moved instinctively to get as low as he could which resulted in him jumping in surprise. He hadn't been aware, hadn't even considered, that his husband was or could get aroused. Didn't consider it as a possibility.
But when he moved, he felt the bulge beneath him, pressing against his ass with the new position and he felt his face burn with a fresh blush. He then looked at the blonde who instantly looked worried with his hands lifting to touch the top of his head. "Fuck, are you good? What am I saying of course you're not! You just hit your fucking head off the roof! I didn't think about that, I'm sorry! I knew it'd be cramped but I didn't think you'd hit your head! Does it hurt? We can go get ice and-"
"You're hard."
It was quiet after he got the two words out in a statement that sounded like it should have been a question, his eyes a touch wide as they looked at his husband, but it was nothing compared to the wide-eyed look he got from the blonde. Lashes fluttering as they popped open, his pupils somewhat large but nowhere near as big as they'd get had they been if they were really into it, but his lips trembled wordlessly for a moment.
He was surprised himself by the way his husband's face turned a brilliant, vivid shade of red. It burned in his cheeks as he finally pinched his lips together, his hands fidgeting against his hair before dropping away, his air rushing out when he opened his mouth to speak again. "Wh-What?"
"Don't play stupid, Zashi. You're hard." He tried for his stricter tone of voice, the one that said there was no proving his observation wrong and no room to deny that it was true, and he swore the red in his husband's face burned darker as he stared at him.
His stomach seemed to drop with a strange, quick stab of excitement that stabbed him so viciously he nearly gasped at its presence, but he masked it with a deep breath as he shifted again. This time it made the blonde jerk beneath him, and he slid his arms from their position to raise his hands to the blonde's hot face. The blush lightly throbbing beneath his hands, and it wasn't lost on him just how the roles seemed to have flipped from moments ago when Hizashi caressed his own burning cheeks.
He'd been so anxious, so nervous, that he hadn't considered once that this could be a turn on for the blonde because why else would he suggest it? Why else would he write it on the list? Talk to him about it after they finished their school day? "I didn't- It didn't even occur to me that you would like this. Ho-How long have you wanted to do this? It was the number one thing on the list after all."
Finally green eyes flickered away from him, as if the embarrassment of being called out was too much for Hizashi to handle while looking at his husband, and he squirmed against the seats making him wobble lightly. "It doesn't matter! Sho, baby, you just hit your head off the roof! That's way more important than me right now! C'mon, that had to have hurt! We can go ho-"
"No."
"What?"
"I said n-no. We're not going home."
He knew what the blonde was doing. He could see what he was doing and as much as he had wanted it moments ago, he found himself staring stubbornly at the blonde who was finally looking up at him again with confusion warring with the embarrassment. He had worried over it before they climbed back here, had worried about it enough that when he pulled back he'd asked if he was still okay, and he worried about it now though he was redirecting it. The blonde was trying to make the choice for him now, to give him the out that he hadn't even decided on and he wasn't going to stand for it.
"Zashi, I didn't say I wanted out. Not once. Don't go making decisions for both of us. I told you I wanted to try. I said I was unsure if I could do this but never did I say that I wouldn't try for you. I also believe I told you to make me stop thinking about it too much and yet here you are trying to make my decision for me. You don't get to do that, Zashi, and I'm not letting you do that."
"Shouta, you're clearly uncomfortable and-"
"So, you're not even going to let me try? I was uncomfortable with the porn and the Daddy thing too! But I did it for you, didn't I? Just like you went along with my roleplay, my pet play, without even thinking twice about it so can't I do the same? It's scary as fuck, Zashi, because there's so many ways this can end badly for us. So many fucking ways. But I still- I don't want you to be ashamed of what you want. And I know you want this but now my question is how long have you wanted this? How badly have you wanted it?"
"That doesn't matter! It doesn't matter how long I've wanted this or how badly! What matters is you being comfortable, you being okay with it, and you being in a space where you feel safe in doing it! Shouta, if you don't throw the white flag then who will? I don't want you to feel pressured-"
"And I don't! Zashi, love, you're being stupid. Do you get how stupid you're being? You're more scared about me being scared than I am, and I won't lie I'm still freaked out. So freaked out that I'm shaking but I still want to do this for you, love. Don't you get that? You're my husband, my partner, and I want you to have fun too. I shouldn't be the only one that has fun with this challenge. Now tell me, how long?"
It was working. He could see his little name for the blonde was making him melt if the way his lashes fluttered shut, lashes pale against the red of his cheeks, like he couldn't bear to look at him as he answered. "Shouta-"
"How long?"
The blonde's mouth clicked shut so quickly his teeth clicked together, the snap painfully audible over the quiet music the blonde still had playing, and he squirmed again beneath Shouta making him shiver when his hips lifted then dropped with the movement. It wasn't intentional, not at all, but it still made that bulge rub quickly at him just a smidge and the sensation was familiar. He wasn't sure this was smart, anymore, wasn't sure he was thinking quite rationally but his words were true
He was anxious, he was scared as fuck about doing this, but he meant every damn word he said. Every single one. The blonde was then taking a deep breath then letting it out when he looked up at him briefly before looking down with a swallow that bobbed his Adam's Apple. Then his hands finally came up to cover the remaining area of his red face that Shouta's didn't cover. "Si-Since we were teens. The Costco parking lot."
His voice was muffled from behind his hands making Shouta blink as he took a moment to process the blonde's answer. Needed that moment to do it. He stared at his husband hiding his face away behind his hands, partially overlapping his own, and the blush throbbed lightly beneath his fingers when he leaned in kissing the blonde's forehead softly making him jump before his hands flew away from his face to gawk at him in surprise.
"Then we'll try. That's a long, long time to want something, Zashi. Just swear to me you won't let us get caught. Swear that we can get away with this and never have anyone know."
"I swear! I swear, baby, no one will ever know!"
He then slid his hands from those hot cheeks to lean in covering Hizashi's lips with his own as he shut his eyes, his arms going around his shoulders again and hands slid then gripped his thighs tightly. The blonde answered in kind to the firm, determined way he moved his lips as he clung onto the blonde who happily clung right back as the hands kneaded at him for a moment before sliding upwards to his waist.
Again, that rubbing motion against his skin made him sigh through his nose as he tried to cling to the reassurances the blonde had given him, tried to manifest them into a reality where they will be fine. Where they could do this and not be caught. It didn't mean his anxiety or fear was washed away; far from it, but he found he could listen to that muffled voice in his head while also kissing his husband.
He knew how painful it was to want something for so long, how much longing went into wanting something for that long, and he wished that the blonde had just said something about it. Even if it was a blunt 'Shouta, I want to fuck in a car' in passing just to get it out there and have it be acknowledged. He wished that Hizashi didn't feel like he had to come up with this challenge just to get something he had been wanting for years.
It wasn't any different from Shouta wanting to indulge in the pet play. He whined quietly when the nails dragged against his skin, the coolness to his husband's hands making his skin break out in goosebumps, and he huffed out a breath as he once again cupped the back of his head. Weaving his fingers through the amazingly silky hair of his that slithered between and around his fingers, he felt the blonde deepening the kiss.
Eagerness began to leak into it as the blonde's breaths seemed to come quicker against his hot cheek. He couldn't stop the moan from leaving his throat when the blonde's hips lifted just a bit to grind against him with that same eager energy before the man stopped himself with an apologetic little noise. He could feel Hizashi forcing his hips down to the seat, thighs tense beneath him, though it didn't stop the little twitches they gave as he again felt a stab of regret; he didn't want the blonde to feel guilty about this.
He didn't want that at all. So, he steeled himself, scraped together the confidence and determination inside of him to do something about it. That's why when those hips twitched against him again, he took a breath then rolled his hips downward, grinding himself against the bulge that twitched in response, and he shivered at the choked moan it earned him. Hands squeezed his waist tightly as if to get him to stop but he softly stroked the blonde's upper back with his left hand, rubbing down between his shoulder blades.
Like his husband was the one that needed comfort. Needed to know it was okay. He followed the pace Hizashi set with their lips which was quickly morphing into a fast pace that screamed its excitement, its eagerness and perhaps even a touch of desperation to it though the heat it contained was unbelievable. Like every drop of lust, of arousal, of want and need was being poured into the kiss making him feel frantic to copy the rhythm as his heart raced against his chest.
He continued to grind down against the blonde, hips twitching against him, when the hands on his waist no longer gripped him to keep him still but now tugged him down eagerly moving him in a back and forth sliding motion as he ground down. He moaned softly into the kiss when he felt the blonde's lips part beneath his own, a tongue brushing his lower lip, and after taking a shaking breath he parted his own lips then meeting that tongue.
It was tradition, routine even, and he admitted he felt himself melting ever so slightly against the blonde. He was still painfully aware of where they were, still aware that they shouldn't do it here, but the regret still stabbed at him. It was still mind boggling that Hizashi had wanted this since they were seventeen years old when the blonde had gotten his permit and to think he's wanted it since that moment. He was pulled from his thoughts when he felt a quick three tap of fingers against his waist.
A non-verbal question they'd also come up with that if their faces couldn't be reached for that hair brushing-to-cheek movement. It basically was a check in, to make sure everything was alright, and he used the hand that was still lightly rubbing between the blonde's shoulder blades making his chest arch forward to tap back once for 'yes' and the hands then began pulling him in that sliding motion again.
He realized the reason that Hizashi had done it was because he wasn't responding to the kiss, lost in his head again, and he hummed quietly as he quickly reacted to remedy that. He moved his tongue when he felt the tip of Hizashi's pressing hesitantly to his own and targeted his beloved piercings coaxing the blonde to resume what he'd been doing moments ago. He kept that firm pressure on the back of the blonde's head, giving him no chance to pull away until he was good and ready for him to, as he finally felt his own dick give an interested twitch.
As if the fear, the anxiety, being muted was making room for arousal to begin misting through him hesitantly. It was throwing him off to think that if at home's quiet made their noises louder. He could hear the sound of their pants whispering against one another, the material of his sweatpants rubbing against Hizashi's slacks. Fuck even the sound of their lips that had been moving and their breathing was loud.
Every noise seemed amplified in this little space, the soft music all but ignored in favor of these little sounds, and he couldn't stop himself from moaning again when he felt one of the hands that had been holding his waist slide down to his crotch. It rubbed cautiously at him prompting another twitch from his dick, the blood seeming to take its cue to start rushing downwards despite his hesitance still lingering in his body but the ecstatic moan he got from the blonde made him shiver.
It was high, a keening sound, when he rubbed eagerly at him feeling him hardening in response to that blood rushing downwards. It made a dizzy sensation sweep over him as he whimpered bucking his hips up at the rubbing, jolts of excitement going straight down to his crotch, and pooling like a low pressure from his pelvis to his stomach. He was losing his reasons as to WHY they shouldn't do it, he was losing his grip on his rationality that this was a bad idea, and he was losing the regret that had been stabbing at him moments ago.
The panting breaths against his cheek matched the pace of his own as his lungs screamed for a proper breath, for him to gulp down just one lungful to satisfy the burning, but he didn't want to pull his mouth away. If anything, hands clutched at each other as if to twist together firmly and stubbornly to fight that urge to breathe properly. He answered to the restless, eager movement of the blonde's tongue against his own.
He moaned when the bottom ball of the piercing rubbed against his tongue, his left hand tugging the blonde's shirt up to bunch in his fist revealing more of that skin that begged for touches. His lungs were burning, his heartbeat beginning to throb in his ears, and he pulled from the kiss embarrassed by the trail of saliva between them, but he heard the blonde gasping for his own air just as desperately.
Watched blonde lashes tremble before opening up, stopping halfway like he couldn't make them go any higher, and they provided a hooded view of those foggy green eyes that were finally rendered to thin rings due to the expanse of his pupils. He leaned in fluttering kisses against the blonde's jaw, the trail between them breaking and fluttering down Hizashi's chin as he pulled insistently at his shirt until the blonde leaned forward enough to pull it over his head.
Then hands grabbed the hem of his own shirt, nipple piercings winking at him as they always did, a question on the blonde's face and he nodded lifting his arms up just enough for his forearms to barely brush the roof as the fabric came up. He quickly took it from the blonde to squirm it over his head awkwardly one arm at a time then dropped it to the floor with Hizashi's. They were doing it. He was doing it. He was right when he assumed that if he didn't think, if he didn't focus on where they were, that he would be able to do this.
Hizashi's hips were grinding against him, his own moving in that same sliding motion that the blonde had been moving him in and relished in the moan that spilled out of the blonde as his hips rutted up against him. He shuddered with a whimper leaving his lips at the movement and he then pressed his palms to the blonde's chest, his lips moving before he could think twice about it."Yo-You should let it grow back."
"What? The h-hair?"
"Yeah. I love it when you have hair h-here."
"Mmmm but I thought you li-liked it smooth though."
"I can't like it both ways?"
The smile he got from the blonde sent shooting warmth that mingled with the eat simmering through veins, swelling beneath his skin, as hands roamed over his chest making him shiver as he felt the cool metal of the ring. He broke that sliding movement only when his hips jumped forward eagerly as nails dragged against his skin with the movement as they moved downwards towards the waistline of his pants to pluck playfully at it.
He couldn't stop the whine when fingers then drifted down, brushing across the bulge there so playfully it was like the blonde was tracing the shape of it with his fingers happily. "You can. You absolutely c-can like it both ways. I'll think about it, okay? For now, we need to figure out the big question of how to get these off."
He couldn't stop his little moan nor the shiver that ran down his spine as the blonde tugged playfully again at his pants making his hips nudge forward with that tugging movement. He leaned in pressing his lips to Hizashi's jaw softly moving over to his chin listening to the soft whine leave the blonde when he then licked up the thin trail of saliva from his chin up to the corner of his lips. He pressed their lips together three times in those pecking kisses that grew longer until a fourth kiss was delivered.
It sent shivers down his spine when a hand came up to cup his cheek and he reached up grabbing the forearm when he pulled away. "I'd have to get off your l-lap to get them off. The even bigger question, perhaps the most important, is how are we going to do this?"
"We'll worry about that when we get t-to it. For now, pants off! The lube and condoms are in the glove box, think you can reach'em?"
When he nodded the blonde beamed at him with pride flickering through his eyes and he shifted off of Hizashi's lap in order to crawl forward between the front seats. He let out a little grunt as he reached, stretching forward for the glove box, letting it fly down as he reached in to grab the familiar box and tube that slid forward from it dropping open. He squirmed backwards, jumping when hands were on his waist for the millionth time, only this time they kept him stable as he moved backwards.
The car dropped when he was plopping down on the seat making the car bounce lightly which had him flinching. If it moved at just that movement alone then how bad would it be moving when they really did this? "Don't worry, baby, if I keep it smooth it shouldn't move the car too much!"
"Smooth? The hell does that mean? Do you mean slow?"
"Smooth and slow! Yup! Or wait, should I say slow and steady? That sounds right! Anyways, I'll be slow and steady, that way the car won't move too much, and no one will notice!" The blonde then poked his cheek with that same playful energy despite the man then reaching down to hook his thumbs into the waistline of his pants and boxers to push them down after the poke. But then he froze, his arms going taut as his gaze flicked over to Shouta again with a trace of worry to those foggy eyes of his. "Wait. Are you sure you're okay with this? I don't-"
"Take your fucking pants off, you darling idiot. Do it before we get caught." He spoke in the same tone he used to shut down the reckless rambling ideas of his students, something that Hizashi seemed to pick up on as he then slid the fabric down his legs.
He tried not to gawk at the sight of his husband's erection, like he always managed to do no matter how many times he'd seen it. And he looked away to loosen the string on his sweatpants then placed the condoms along with the lube down on the seat between them. He took a deep breath that had his chest puffing out, his shoulders rising, then let it out just as fast as he hooked his thumbs into the waistline and began pulling both those and his boxers down as well despite his mind screaming he shouldn't.
That if he needed too he'd need something to pull up quickly to hide himself if someone did catch them. He ignored it as he got his shoes off then the fabric that he let pool down onto the floor as he listened to Hizashi fidgeting with his own shoes to get his slacks and boxers off as well. He reached over to grab the box to open it when he looked up instinctively only to shudder at the gaze resting on him.
Despite the way the world was darkening outside, the moon peeking out no doubt, he could still read his husband's face as those eyes of his roamed over him. He looked positively ravenous in the low lighting; like he couldn't wait a second longer and that he didn't want to wait. It was a look that told Shouta that had he already been prepared he'd be on his back right that second with his legs up.
He swallowed as he then straightened to pull out the chain of condoms, ripping one off, then folding the rest into the box. He leaned forward to place the box on the console between the seats when he noticed the trembling of his hand. Was it because he was anxious or because of that look? He didn't know but he was honestly feeling a bit of relief knowing the darkness was settling in around them; thankful that he'd chosen one of the only black cars in the lot that day.
It would help them blend in but if the car started rocking then would it be noticeable? He didn't know but he heard the sound of fingers tapping against the skin making him look over again. Hizashi was patting his thighs. His gaze, still ravenous and eager, was now holding a trace of expectancy to it. He didn't have to speak to know the request was made loud and clear. He let out a shaking breath as he picked up the lube, sliding towards his husband again who moved as well.
He then swung his leg up awkwardly to settle onto his lap again, only this time he shivered. His skin felt hot against his own, surprising that he could tell that when his own skin felt feverish with the heat that burned beneath it, and he offered the lube to the blonde who took it quickly. He was shaking. Every bit of him was shaking with nervousness, anxiety, that whispered in the back of his mind that it wasn't too late to back out because they were naked and that made the paranoia that someone would find them racket up.
He squeezed his fist around the condom in his hand, the edges of the plastic covering it biting into his palm lightly. He then jumped when Hizashi pressed his hands against his thighs, one awkwardly curled due to him holding the tube, but the myriad of emotions flickering through his eyes had Shouta taking a breath before he nodded. He was okay. He would be alright. He trusted Hizashi and he trusted that he wouldn't let them get caught.
Then he shifted himself forward so his chest pressed to Hizashi's, his chin resting on the back seat looking out the window as he heard the cap lightly pop open and then the slick sounds of the lube being spread over fingers. He shivered as he let his lashes flutter shut when fingers were sliding between cheeks that were spread just enough by Hizashi's other hand for the fingers to rub against him. His lips pressed to the fabric of the seat as he hummed quietly, an anxious note to it, that got him soft kisses to his shoulder as he hissed in a breath as a finger pushed into him.
Twitching when it held still, as if he needed that moment, before he released another sound that prompted it to begin moving slowly and he swallowed as he forced his eyes open to stare out the back window. As if he needed to keep his eyes on the road to make sure no one was coming while Hizashi was focused on the task at hand. He couldn't stop an anxious little whimper from leaving him when he felt the second pressing against him, tensing up when he wondered if the flicker of light, he saw was actually headlights or his paranoia getting to him again.
He tried to relax when the flash didn't become the long beams of headlights, sighing at the little wave of relief, only to whine when the second finger pushed into him making his hips buck. Those lips were still pressing against his shoulder, parted now with quick breaths that were hot against his skin making it damp, and he kept his eyes on the road even as his hips jerked backwards when the digits began thrusting.
He was struggling horribly to watch the road for them and struggling to keep from sinking into the arousal that was weaving through him languidly. Like his body was feeling good, so incredibly good, and was trying to convince his mind that it was alright. He was panting quietly to himself as the fingers thrusted into him faster, confidently even, as he squirmed while trying to keep his eyes open as his eyelids became difficult to open with each blink.
It was hard to stop how he jolted violently against his husband when those fingers rubbed against his prostate sending electricity up his spine as he gasped out digging his nails into Hizashi's shoulders. His air that he had gasped in rushed out as a moan when the fingers flexed outwards in a scissoring motion before thrusting back in targeting the spot again making his legs jolt this time and he whimpered loudly when he forced his eyes open again.
Hizashi was making it very hard to focus. He was helpless against the urge to twitch backwards meeting the thrusting motion of the fingers that were now scissoring themselves, pushing at the muscles, far more than they were thrusting but he couldn't stop himself. His lashes fluttered as he grits his teeth, struggling to keep his eyes open, and the next moan that flew out of him was much louder than the last when his hips bucked forward when Hizashi's hand wrapped around both of their erections.
Whimpering as the hand began stroking them, the blonde moaning out when he bucked upwards into the hand making him rub against the blonde's erection in the process and he shuddered from the sensation it made. It was almost too much. He couldn't keep his eyes open just as much as he couldn't stop his hips from rutting into the blonde's hand shamelessly pulling moans from the both of them when the blonde twitched against him making shallow little movements while fingers stretched and pushed at him.
He could feel the slickness of pre-come, whether from himself or Hizashi he didn't know, but it made the movements smoother as they slid against each other. He cried out when fingers thrusted in to grind onto his prostate making his hips move in a frenzy that the blonde copied happily as his breath fluttered rapidly against his shoulder before teeth were biting down. The burning pain ripping across his feverish skin was too much. Everything was too much.
"Za-Zashi, please! Too much! I-It's too much! Just fuck me already!"
"Yes, sir!"
He sounded like he was trying for a playful reply, but it came out on a moan when Shouta ground his erection against the blonde's, shivers rolling over both of them and then the fingers flexed outwards one more time before pulling out of him with a quiet little slick sound. He leaned back in the blonde's lap after feeling the light pushing when he felt the hand that had been stroking the both of them together pull away and he shivered again at the sight of his husband's face. He looked like the very image of a man drunk on lust.
"Ok-Okay, okay, here's what we gotta do! We need to adjust the seats as far forward as we can get them to make as much space as we possibly can. Then I'll get the c-condom on, get some more lube on you, and you are going to get on your back and spread your legs the best you can, alright?"
"Got it!" He breathed out the words when hands tapped his thighs and he quickly climbed off of the blonde's lap, finally feeling the same eagerness and excitement Hizashi must have been feeling the whole ride there before he realized just how anxious Shouta had been.
He felt like he was finally catching up to the mental state the blonde had. He reached blindly for the little lever, grunting lightly as his cheek pressed against the back of the seat as his fingers felt frantically for it, when he brushed past it with a victorious smile curling over his lips. He pulled at it then shoved the seat forward surprised at the space it cleared up, even if it still was a tight fit and he heard the sound of the driver's seat sliding forward quickly towards the steering wheel.
He turned to his husband throwing the condom in a light toss that was snagged easily by the blonde. He took a final look out the window to make sure no cars were coming, his heart hammering against his chest, when he heard the sound of Hizashi tearing open the condom wrapper and he squirmed down to get onto his back. He was adjusting himself, hips arching up slightly each time he did so, and grunted with displeasure when he couldn't spread his legs very wide.
His foot pressed against the console, no matter how many times he tried to get his legs wider, and the other leg was pinned against the back of the seats which was frustrating. Given they were doing this in a car he knew it was bound to be frustrating but to be faced with it made him huff out a breath. How did people do this? He didn't have time to follow that line of thought because he soon had Hizashi leaning above him, a hand resting on the door frame above his head, a hand between Shouta's legs.
Whining out when the blonde rubbed a layer of the slick lubricant against him. His fingers then left him just as quickly as they appeared and he sucked in a breath when the tip of Hizashi's erection pressed against him. His heart was pounding so hard he wondered if his husband could hear it. If he could feel the throbbing vibrations of his skin between them from the intensity of the beats.
The breath quickly rushed out as a silent cry as the blonde began pushing into him, the hand with those slick fingers pressing at the thigh of his propped-up leg as if to spread it wider. He trembled as the blonde quickly bottomed out, pelvis pressing against him, and his next breath heaved his chest upwards as it rasped down his throat nearly covering the sound of his husband's moan. He wondered, for just a moment, if the blonde was drowning in satisfaction.
A satisfaction like what Shouta had felt when he finally got to play out his fantasies of the pet play, the roleplay, and he shuddered at the thought of that feeling alone. The glazed look in the blonde's eyes, his lips parted and jaw slack, the heated blush that just barely made itself known in the pale lighting from the moon that just barely managed to flicker into the car from time to time. They held still as if they both needed to catch their breaths, the hand kneading at his thigh now before squeezing tightly, and he saw the question.
The begging expression in those glazed eyes and heard the quiet whimper in the back of Hizashi's throat. Desperate. He was still gasping in his breaths, the reality of the situation really crashing down around him far more intensely than it had moments ago. Like it was made real the moment Hizashi pushed into him. He was really letting his husband fuck him in the back seat of their car. The thought sent shivers up his spine despite the anxiety that still nagged at him quietly.
Then he heard another whimper leave the blonde who was still begging him wordlessly, eagerly staring at him, and he blinked lazily up at him before nodding. The movement merely emphasized the ponytail trapped beneath his head and he nearly asked him to take it down but then the hips were pulling back only to thrust forward quickly in shallow, frenzied movements that erased his words. He blinked when the leg that was pinned against the car seat was then picked up, curled over Hizashi's shoulder.
Heat burned beneath his skin as he shivered when the position of it allowed for better ease to accommodate those frenzied thrusts of his that still remained much too shallow. He could feel the twitch in those hips each time he pulled back and thrusted forward, the twitch that told him that the blonde wanted harder and longer thrusts. Surprisingly he wanted the same. He used the foot he had planted on the console to begin moving his own hips to match those thrusts.
This little action made the blonde moan so enthusiastically, so damn excitedly, that it sent shivers down his spine as the blonde squeezed his thighs tightly. He whined when he tried moving his hips faster, anything to get the shallow and frenzied thrusts to kick up, but it was a bit difficult when he only had one use of his leg making him slid awkwardly against the material of the seat but he dammit he was trying. He arched his hips upwards away from the seat beneath him to see if it would possibly help in getting the movements he wanted.
And it worked somewhat. He could feel the muscles in his leg flexing, tightening much like the one curled over that shoulder, and he began moving his hips insistently as he stared up at the blonde who gripped him so tightly it was like he was about to fade. Like he needed the physical proof of Shouta under his hands to confirm it wasn't some type of dream. He was glad that with him lifted off the seat his fast movements didn't make the car rock like he thought it would, his forearms were braced underneath him but that didn't really impact the movement.
He gave a warning look at the blonde when he moaned in a high, keening tone as he took the hint from Shouta, and he shuddered when the blonde's hips back pulling back then thrusting forward in faster thrusts. He moved his hips in time with Hizashi's, meeting his fast thrusts when he noticed a light rock to the car making him look up at the blonde and perhaps the anxiety made itself known because the blonde straightened up.
Looking out the back window for a moment, his hips never stopping in their movement, and then looked down at him nodding as he released his tight grip to rub soothingly at his thighs as if to confirm wordlessly that they were fine. No one was coming down the road. He breathed out at the relief, a reprieve from the anxiety, and he then was crying out far too loud when the blonde angled his hips just right to hit at his prostate with each thrust.
It made him shake as his head dropped back dangerously close to the door handle, his ponytail brushing against his back, as he moaned tightening his leg around the blonde's shoulder causing the heel to dig into the center of his back. His mind was strangely fascinated by the fact that he could see the night sky through the window from this position, his fascination peeking just a second when he saw the stars twinkling faintly as they started popping out.
He was then forgetting all about those stars as stars of his own danced across his vision as he shouted when the blonde turned his head delivering a harsh bite to his inner thigh. He ached his back up instinctively at the pain that ripped across his skin, burning along every nerve ending it felt, and yet his hips were jerking themselves in a series of frenzied thrusts himself. His skin vibrated with the moan that flew out of the blonde as he moved his own hips faster, finally beginning to hit harder against him creating that light slapping of their skin hitting together ring out.
It was hot in the car, so hot he was sweating much earlier than he thought he'd be. Was it from the heat of their bodies? Of their breaths? He didn't know only that it felt muggy, humid, in the car and while the windows weren't fogging up thank God because that would be a cliché in itself, he couldn't deny he wanted to crack a window. He whimpered when the teeth bit down harder, the blonde's mouth working to suck frantically but harshly at the flesh before releasing it.
Shouta couldn't stop his eyes from fixing on the glistening bite mark left there. He was panting just as fast as Hizashi, their breaths racing and hitching as hips moved desperately against one another and the moans were flying so freely from the blonde. So much more vocal if that were even possible. He knew, just like with the Daddy kink, that his husband was getting off on this hard. So completely hard.
He could feel it in each thrust, could feel it in the way the hands squeezed at his skin, the way he was staring down at Shouta like he was in some kind of euphoric state of mind and the way he moaned so shamelessly. He knew if he kept getting higher, louder in his moans that he'd have to stop it. No, he would stop it. It was just a bit hard to focus when the blonde had sweat dripping down his face, his hair clinging to his cheeks, his throat and his shoulders with the sweat covering the skin and it was quite possibly hotter than it needed to be.
He knew he was fairing no better with the heat that was only building in the car and when he looked to the window again, he saw a light little fog to it surprisingly and he then looked back at Hizashi. They needed to crack a window now or the fog would get worse, and they'd fail to see anything. Hell, the smell of sex would linger potently in the car if they didn't as well. If it lingered at all he knew he would only be more unwilling to let anyone in it again.
As it was, he wasn't going to be able to look at the backseats without remembering this. A scalding, heat filled memory that he knew his husband was committing to memory with every second. He tried moving his lips, using his bubbles of air scraping his throat to speak but all that came out of him were moans, groans and high whimpers that the blonde above him echoed. He honestly wondered, with that euphoric state of mind he had, would he even hear Shouta if he spoke?
"Ah! Ahh, nnngh, Za-Zashi! Window! Wi-Window! Open it!" He cried out just in time for a thrust to slam against his prostate making him writhe against the seat, his arms shaking at the weight he was putting on them and even his propped-up leg was growing tired from doing all the work of moving himself.
The blonde merely stared down at him with that glazed sheen to his eyes before lashes fluttered and it seemed to click faintly because he slid his hand from the leg that rested on his shoulder to the door. He heard the quiet whirring as he cracked the window and the air that rushed in was so fresh that it made both of them shudder at the way it weaved through the car with its light chill. He was surprised when he was then being shoved at, his arms flying out at the suddenness of the movement.
Choking out a breath as he was plopped onto his back once again only this time his legs were being grabbed and pinned to his chest. Just like their first little escapade. Then he was losing his thoughts when the blonde lost those somewhat cautious, hard and fast thrusts for a pounding rhythm that had their skin slapping together loudly. It was when the car bucked then began rocking harder than before with the movements making him panic.
"N-No! Too hard! Zas-Zashi, that's too hard! You're making the c-car rock! Mmmmf, stop! Yo-You can't do that! Nnnn! So-Someone will see it!"
"It's fine! It's fine, it's fine, it's fine, baby! I pr-promise! 's okay!"
The chant he got was a slurred moan like the blonde couldn't think of a proper response, couldn't piece his words together at the moment to say a proper sentence and settled for parroting words spoken earlier. His hair swayed with the movements, tickling Shouta's skin lightly, and he still moaned with a tint of worry to it, but the blonde's moans were covering the sound as he continued pounding into him. He could feel the car rocking in time with the movements and he groaned thinking of just how wild it looked on the outside.
Knowing if anyone drove by that it would take very little to guess what was taking place. Could probably even hear the sounds better with the window cracked. He narrowed his eyes on Hizashi, watching the man lick his lips before panting again as he squeezed his shins tightly while pressing his legs to his chest tighter. It made his thighs pin his erection to his stomach, rubbing in a way that threatened to make his eyes roll back at the sensation when the blonde swallowed before his words spilled out.
"'ve wanted this so long, baby! So long! O-Our date would've ended li' this! Wo-Would've fucked you so goddamn hard i-in that Costco parkin' lot! I wanted too so bad! So fu-fucking bad! Everyday si-since! Every fuckin' day!"
Was there truth behind those slurred words? Yes, he could tell. He whimpered softly at the blonde's words as his hips bucked despite their pinned position, a squirm being the resulting movement, and he moaned loudly as the blonde slammed forward then took a second to grind against him. The sensation finally made his eyes roll back, lashes fluttering shut, as he moaned out again while his nails clawed at the seat beneath him.
He knew neither of them were watching for cars despite his panicked cries, knew that the thought of other cars or people being on this road was the farthest thing from the blonde's mind. Despite the anxiety screaming in his head, the panic making his heart slam, he found he wanted to goad the blonde on. He wanted to make the blonde scream and howl as he clutched at him. He panted to so fast that he swore his head would start spinning any moment, his lungs hungry for a breath before they can even deflate halfway.
He could hear the blonde growling incoherent words under his breath. He could give him exactly what he wanted with just a few words and he would. He absolutely would. "Je-Jesus, every day? Y-You coulda told me any time! Mmmm! Ah! Ah, haah, Zashi! Yo-You kinky motherfucker ch-check for cars! Check! I-I don't wanna be cau-caugh- Nnngh! Fuck, fuck! Oh my god, ssshit! Shit!"
He peeled his eyes open to squint at the sight of those glazed eyes flicking to the windows, not convinced the blonde was really seeing , before they were flicking back down to him. "Fine! No one! N-No one coming- Ah! Ahh, fuck, I'm close! So close! I-I think you're just as kinky, baby! Lo-Look at you so scared to do th-this and now you're getting off on i-it!" Shouta whimpered as he continued squinting up at his husband, both feeling and seeing the sweat dripping onto his legs.
"Mmm! Yeah? Yeah, bu-but you're getting off on it so h-hhhard! So hard, Zashi!"
"Fuck, yes I am! I-I'm never gonna be able to dr-drive this car without thinkin' 'bout this! Al-Always gonna wanna fuck you here! So good, fuck, it's so good! Ne-Next trip we go on I might just pull over an-and fuck you on the side of the road! Don't care if anyone seees! I'll fu-fuckin' pound you into the seats anywhere we go!"
God, he could listen to his husband slur his words all fucking day. All night if he could get away with it. It sent chills down his spine as his breaths raced out of him rasping and clawing their way down his throat to his lungs that shrieked for air the moment they deflated even a bit. To feed into the lust that was burning hotter under his skin with every passing second as his husband squirmed, moaned and groaned above him. It was- God, it was something.
"Mmmm! Shit! We-We'll have to get a new car 'c-cause it'll reek from us fucking here all the ti-time! Ah! Nngh, yes! I will! Fro-Front seat or back, it d-doesn't matter! I'll even do it on the trunk or the ho-hood! On the goddamn top of it! Yo=You won't be able to look at this car without thinkin' 'bout it! Fuck! Yeeeesss, yes, baby! Mmmmm! Ah, ah, no, wa-wait I can't- I can't-!"
"Do it! Please, Za-Zashi, I'm right there! Please!"
He couldn't have ever imagined the impact the blonde's words would have on him, never would have expected just how vividly the images were painted in his head pushing him to the edge as his orgasm built and clawed at him. His thighs were rubbing with just enough friction to make his erection twitch and throb as it leaked pre-come that smeared itself against his thighs and stomach. He swore his skin was burning hotter than he ever imagined possible.
Then the blonde stopped his movements abruptly, the car rocking idly with the lack of movement and he wailed only for a hand to cover his mouth as he squirmed desperately against his husband. He could hear the sound of a car rushing past, but it didn't click, didn't make any sense to his foggy mind, as he whimpered loudly against the palm covering his mouth and heard a similar whimpering echo from Hizashi as well.
It was almost cruel how someone sped past just as the breaking point was in their grasp. He could tell by the frantic, erratic throbbing of his husband's erection that he was quite literally about to blow any minute. He felt the same as his own erection throbbed against his thighs and stomach when he felt the blonde beginning to squirm with him when he hunkered down low enough to be hidden.
It was far past desperate to reach that orgasm; it was painful. He squirmed, writhing desperately against his husband who was moving with him with quiet whines and whimpers slipping from the both of them until Hizashi sat up again looking out the windows. It was a relief when the hands that had been pinning his legs moved back to grab at them tightly as he the blonde then began yanking and slamming his hips back and forwards, harsh enough to make Shouta slide against the seat.
He moaned out with that same sense of relief as the thrusts quickly began resuming their pounding rhythm, but he knew it wasn't going to take either of them long. He was gasping in a breath that merely fed into another moan that was echoed by Hizashi, the man slurring out words that switched from English back to Japanese so many times that he couldn't hope to keep up with it. He arched his back as he finally, finally felt himself crashing over the edge.
His hands flew up to his mouth to slap over it as his jaw dropped and he screamed behind his hands, the sound a near howl as he squirmed frantically against the seat beneath him. His eyes squeezed shut again, his legs trembling in Hizashi's grasp as his toes curl tightly, his erection twitching violently against his skin as each spurt of come seemed to be never ending. Like he'd never stop.
He was surprised to feel tears drip down his temples as he felt Hizashi slam one final time, grinding desperately against him, and he heard his teeth click together to no doubt grind as he released that all too familiar growling sound that made the car door vibrate close to Shouta's head. He could feel the similar twitching, throbbing, of his husband's erection and the blonde lost his guttural growling for gasps that wheezed loudly when at last he felt the twitching and throbbing come to a stop.
It was hard to stretch out in a car, but his legs were released allowing them to stretch out slightly the both of them panted wildly, Shouta's hands sliding from his mouth up to his sweaty forehead as his head quite literally spun. He just got fucked within an inch of his life, nearly got caught, in the backseat of their car. His chest heaved widely as he struggled to catch his breath, the awe and orgasmic bliss didn't help with that spinning sensation when he stared up at the gray roof of the car.
Then he heard the distinct sound of rubber squelching lightly as it was fiddled with, the snap of said rubber, and he knew the blonde was tying the condom off, yet he couldn't move to even think of confirming the sounds. The car was rocking subtly, bouncing lightly, from their left-over movements only to move lightly when Hizashi leaned over his stretched leg, moving between the front seats followed by the click of the glove box again making him lift his head now.
He blinked when the little lights in the car were clicked on bathing the dark interior in that sickly yellow light as Hizashi settled back into the seats. His glasses were on his sweaty face again which didn't make sense as they slid down his nose faster than a slip and slide. He then hummed when his legs were coaxed to stretch out as he noticed the pack of antibacterial wipes in the blonde's hand.
The backs of his hands slid slickly against his own forehead as sweat made his skin itch lightly while he watched the blonde fiddle then rip the seal on the pack open and reached inside pulling out a wipe. He shivered at the cool wetness that was dragged across his left thigh, then folded in half to wipe at his right one with the clean side. He then pulled out a fresh one as he shifted forward to wipe it over his stomach and he hummed softly again as he watched with foggy fascination at the wipe gliding over his skin making his lashes droop.
He wasn't quite tired, but he knew he'd fall asleep on the ride home. He groaned quietly at the thought of getting his clothes back on as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, surprised by the hair that swung forward to brush his shoulders and looked to Hizashi who seemed to be in such a euphoric state that language probably wouldn't touch him. That didn't stop him from reaching out, tucking blonde locks behind his ear while remaining careful of the hearing aid there and then fussed with its placement.
All while Hizashi hummed quietly himself now as he pressed it into place then had the blonde turn his head to do the same for the other. He then couldn't stop himself from stroking the backs of his fingers against the blonde's burning, sweaty cheek and managing to smear a few remaining droplets of sweat against it. Couldn't stop himself from speaking. "D-Did you have fun, love?"
He watched lashes flutter in a blink, dazed eyes finally focusing on his face. Comprehension finally flickering into them. It never failed to send shivers down his spine at the sight of those green eyes appearing so unfocused. To see them train and come to focus on his face after those few seconds. Then a wide, lazy smile that absolutely dripped with euphoric satisfaction had him smiling giddily back at the blonde who reached up grabbing his hand, their rings clicking together, and he kissed his knuckles softly.
"I had a f-fucking blast! I've been wanting this since that worker reported us to the school and we got grounded! Fuck, we've known each other fifteen years, started dating around seventeen when that happened? So then by that math-"
He cut off for a minute mouthing silently the numbers for a second as his finger of his other hand danced in the air before smiling again. "Thirteen years I've been wanting to do this. Thirteen fucking years, baby. You have no idea how many times I've wanted to do this! I was always worried I'd scare you away! God, I'm finally living the fantasy! It's real! We did it! Is this how you felt with the pet play?"
"Yeah." He nodded when he replied, his giddy smile still on his lips from the euphoric rush that came with the knowledge that he'd done it. He'd gotten through it, and he'd done it. It had to pale when compared to the euphoria his husband was feeling if that distant look in his eyes spoke of anything. He couldn't stop that giddy smile from widening as he leaned towards his husband's scarlet, sweaty cheek to kiss it softly. "I-I'm sure that whatever you have planned next will be just as amazing."
He raised his brows at the wide smirk he got from the blonde as he turned his face at the last second to capture his lips making him make a quiet little noise in the back of his throat, not quite a moan but close to it. He then let his breath rush out when the blonde pulled back and he looked at the absolute blissful wickedness on that face. "Oh, baby, you're going to fucking love it!"