Those words were so truthful that even though Shouta had spoken them in a dazed mumble to his husband he was still struck by the sincerity of his words when he felt the blonde's arms slide around his waist. While it was simple to say he did know what he wanted to say to the blonde who rubbed lightly at his stomach squeezing gently making him frown slightly as he felt Hizashi then brushing his hair away from the side of his neck with his chin.
He inhaled when lips began pressing against the side of his neck, his heart stumbling over its beats as he shut his eyes for a second, the deep urge to laugh choking his throat until the chills began radiating down his spine. He didn't bother fighting the swaying movements that Hizashi picked up, the back-and-forth motion rather comforting, and he opened his eyes as those lips continued to trace a path from the side of his neck to his shoulder.
All while he stared at the item sitting in the middle of their bed; it was a gag. It wasn't the typical ball gag one would normally go for, the cliché shape that you'd see everywhere. No, this wasn't that type at all. The strap was black leather, the material managing to glisten in the light somehow with the buckles winking at him happily as if it were excited to see him. The gag part of it was the shape of a bone, long and definitely would fit from corner to corner in a mouth comfortably.
Just the sight had his cheeks burning hotly just to see it sitting there innocently. When Hizashi had told him he bought something, days after they'd had the car professionally cleaned after their escapade, he'd been curious as to just what the blonde had bought but he hadn't questioned it. Left the blonde to have his own private purchases. Only now is that 'private purchase' sitting on the bed in front of him.
He shivered when the hands slid up to his chest, fingers brushing over his nipples for what felt like the millionth time today and he let out a breath that shook lightly when they hardened eagerly beneath the black painted fingers. He arched his back at the little zings of arousal it gave him when lips were crawling up his jaw, kissing right in front of his ear, before teeth nipped at the shell of his ear lightly. "You don't have to say anything right this second, baby. Take a minute, think about it, then say what's on your mind."
He whined quietly at the low, crooning voice at his ear when the blonde lazily rolled his thumbs against his nipples making him squirm as they continued that swaying movement. He shut his eyes letting his head come back to rest against Hizashi's shoulder when the blonde bit his earlobe teasingly before the angle allowed him to press lips against Shouta's neck and shoulder again. It was quiet in the room save for the quiet, uneven breaths leaving both men and the whisper of hands brushing across skin as they wandered across it.
"I trust you, Sho, and I put all of it in you to know that you'll take such good care of me. You'll make sure we both feel good, and you'll make sure everything is okay while it's on me. I know you, baby, and I know you'll be watching like a hawk, waiting for any of our tells in case something is wrong."
His lips trembled wordlessly as his hand trembled where they curled backwards to grip at fabric of Hizashi's flowy pants, his heart throbbing lightly in his ears and under the intensity of his blush. He stared at the gag again, swallowing to appease the urge to do so, and he bit his lip when the words refused to unclog themselves in his throat as he swayed slowly back and forth with the blonde. It took him a minute to scrape his words together, but it felt so much longer than that. He released his biting hold on his lip in order to lick both before he spoke. "And our tells?"
"One tap for yes. If you can't understand me then two taps on your shoulder and if that doesn't work, then I nudge your leg with my foot. And if you still don't notice then I take it off as soon as I'm able too so I can talk again."
He hummed quietly as Hizashi's voice dropped to a whisper against his shoulder, his breath warm on his skin, when lips followed after that whisper place a soft kiss and then those lips were against his ear again. He shivered at the warm breaths his husband was taking then releasing against his ear; uneven and excitedly hitching as if he couldn't wait. "It'll be okay, baby! We've done some wild shit already! Covering mouths, using your quirk, it all makes no difference to gagging me. Only it'll be giving your eyes a break and the only difference is this is a proper gag. Just trust yourself like I trust you, baby."
"And anything is on the table? We- I can do anything I want?"
"Anything, baby."
He couldn't deny the way his breath hitched in excitedly as he squeezed the fabric in his hands tightly when he took a second breath to calm himself when the hands slid down his chest again to his stomach. He released his hold on Hizashi's pants to turn around in his arms to look at him and raised his hands up to his husband's face, delighting in the warm pink blush beneath his palms.
It was getting late, far too late, for a school night or for them to be doing this but he knew Hizashi was far too excited to wait for the weekend again. To be honest he didn't know if he could wait for the weekend. That's where they stood now at ten-thirty on a Monday night in their bedroom about to explore yet another little kink on the list. He swallowed again then met his husband's gaze as he stroked his thumbs against the pink blush and those adorable freckles of his.
"Okay. Okay, let's put it on then."
The absolute joy on the blonde's face made his heart soar as lips covered his own in a kiss that screamed with that joyfulness, the excitement and eagerness that poured into the simple movement of their lips together. He clung to the blonde, leaning forward a tad desperate to keep the lips on his for just a few more moments, and moved his hands backwards into the blonde locks of hair relishing in the surprised little noise he got.
He moved his lips happily, delightedly and eagerly against Hizashi's like it was the last time they'd ever be able to do so; like he needed to kiss him for all his worth or he'd never live with himself if he didn't memorize it. The way his lips moved against his, their softness and the shape of them molding against his own. He sighed through his nose feeling the hands kneading at his lower back slide forward to stroke his waist lazily, palms brushing against his skin making it tremble, and he twisted himself closer to the blonde who moaned quietly into the kiss.
He nearly echoed the sound himself when Hizashi managed to pull away to press brief, short kisses against his own rapidly until it was melting back into a longer one that had his toes curling. He would never get tired of kissing Hizashi. Ever. There wasn't a realm of possibility of him ever growing tired of it, even if the tickle of that stupid mustache annoyed him sometimes. When the blonde moved away, he let his hands slide from his hair and the smile he received was so full of adoration, of excitement, and joy so brilliantly it made a fresh wave of heat assault his cheeks.
How eagerly he watched Hizashi step back to push his pants and boxers down, wiggling his legs to help slide the fabric down faster until he was kicking at them once they pooled around his ankles. He wasn't surprised that the blonde was already so hard at putting the gag on, of having this who scenario playing out, and he let out a breath before pushing his own boxers down as Hizashi climbed onto the bed towards the gag.
Once he got the underwear at his ankles, he stepped out then kicked them away, turning to press his knee onto the bed's edge before climbing up onto it as well and making his way over to sit behind Hizashi when the blonde undid the strap then lifting it upwards. He couldn't see it, but he shivered at the thought of the blonde's teeth sinking into the bone, having known how squishy but how firm the silicone looked, and he then blinked a\t the hands hovering near the back of those blonde locks.
Waiting for him to secure it. He took a deep breath then reached up to begin fastening the strap, tugging it as tightly as he dared when the blonde hand tapped at him once to let him know that 'yes, it's fine' and he secured it. His hands were shaking. When his he moved them away the blonde then let out a content sounding sigh through his nose, taking a moment as if relishing in the moment, before he turned towards Shouta.
He shuddered at the arousal that reared up inside of him, a hot flash beneath his skin, at the sight of Hizashi's lips parted around the bone shaped gag, his cheeks a rather brilliant red now and no longer the soft pink hue it'd been minutes ago. The pupils were blown wide, lashes fluttering in a quick blink, and he could see the lust and arousal in those green eyes. He couldn't stop himself from leaning forward pressing his lips to the blonde's forehead, down to his hot cheek listening to muffled whimper he got, and he echoed the sound himself as he pressed a kiss to the gag watching it lightly squish from the blonde no doubt digging his teeth in.
Reaching his hand up to wiggle a finger beneath the strap, tugging lightly to make sure it wasn't too tight despite the non-verbal assurance, then sighing out himself with satisfaction when he then smiled softly at the blonde. He then looked down at where they'd placed the lube and condoms on the pillows, like they were some twisted versions of chocolates being placed on them, and then back up at the blonde who was staring at him intently. Waiting. He wished he could kiss him.
God, he wished he could. But the blonde had inches and inches of skin jut as soft as his lips, skin that seemed to be begging for the kisses he could place, and he leaned forward making Hizashi lean backwards. The blonde slid his legs one at a time out from underneath him, spreading them for Shouta to crawl between and once he got the blonde on his back he kissed his forehead, his hot cheek again, then his chin and down his throat.
He fluttered kisses against the smooth expanse of his chest loving the squirm he got from Hizashi when he lightly kissed his left nipple while he lifted his hand up to drag his fingers over the right. Hizashi, ever since getting them pierced, encouraged and always begged Shouta to play with his nipples once they had healed. Always fell apart, going wild when he did so, and he parted his lips to give a playful nip to the bud, using the tip of his tongue to trace along the rim his areola lightly loving the shudder he got as ne began lightly rubbing his thumb against the other nipple.
Shivering when hands lifted upwards, sliding into his hair and twisting locks around fingers, those eyes smoldering at him making his heart race. His hand was trembling as he rolled his thumb against the hardening nipple as he gave one last tracing movement of his tongue to the rim before flattening his tongue over the nipple. He loved the muffled moan he got in response, even the way the blonde's back arched up as fingers pushed at his head eagerly, and he could feel the movement of Hizashi's hips bucking up.
If there was anything, anything at all, that his husband loved more it was having his nipples played with or even teasing and playing with Shouta's until the two of them were positively squirming with the arousal it created. He dragged his tongue across his nipple in three firm licks, loving the squirm he got until he swirled his tongue around it, undulating his tongue underneath the ball of the piercing lifting one side up.
The loud moan he got from behind that gag had him moaning quietly at the sound. He pinched the other nipple tightly, so tight in fact, that he was certain he could feel the bar running through it and he felt his breath racing, coming unevenly at the way he got a full body spasm that paired with the muffled cry. He twisted lightly at the nipple he was pinching while he repeated that undulating movement that lifted the piercing only, he did his best to make sure it tugged this time without actually pulling at it with his teeth.
He felt the fingers tugging at his hair, pushing his head downwards until he didn't fight against the way he was being shoved against his chest and he clamped his mouth shut around the nipple sucking roughly then moving his tongue across the hardened nub. The gag, surprisingly, was working. At least, it was working enough for the volume he was at right now, but would it change as they got louder? Would his quirk render the gag useless? Probably.
But he could always use his quirk at that moment when he became too loud for the gag. He was sure he would do that. He then closed his mouth just enough to bite at the blonde's nipple earning him another cry, the muffled quality sending chills down his spine. He could feel the metal balls of his piercing beneath his teeth but he bit down just enough, hard enough, that maybe there was a hint of the bar but definitely didn't bite down any harder to cause any real pain.
Then he felt those hands in his hair sliding out, making him whine lightly, only to arch against the blonde when they slid down his back with fingers shifting to drag his blunt nails down his skin. His light whining deepened into a throaty moan that was echoed from behind the gag when the blonde's hands slipped down his lower back to grab his ass tightly, squeezing and kneading at the flesh before nails began digging into the flesh lightly.
His hips bucked against the blonde's hip making another deep moan rip out of his husband, the hands on him shifting his hips eagerly. He whimpered as the blonde's hips jumped up to grind his erection against his own. What had the blonde done in the car? He felt like Hizashi could see the light bulb above his head once the memory flickered and he opened his eyes looking down at the man before shifting his weight on his hand then moved his hand away from the nipple he'd been pinching.
He heard a whine of disappointment from the blonde only to watch blonde lashes flutter rapidly as eyes rolled up when he grabbed their erections together and the way his thighs twitched apart as if to spread wider, but he knew it would be too much for the blonde's hips. He'd never been quite as flexible as Shouta, but God damn him if he didn't try. He strangely the moan in his throat in an attempt to make it quieter, moving his hand in a stroking rhythm making hips buck up against him and hearing an answering groan from the blonde who pressed his head back against the bed.
Hizashi was pretty, ridiculously pretty with his hair spread out everywhere it possibly could, and his face flushed such a vivid scarlet he could practically feel its heat, even the blonde lashes quivering against his cheeks. He stroked their erections together, rubbing at their tips when he slid upwards and loved the muffled sounds it pulled out of his husband when he did so. His fingers were growing slick each time he came up to rub as pre-come welled up making his breaths huff out of him as the liquid was smeared on his fingers, their erections.
And Hizashi was absolutely eating it up. Enjoying the fact that he was being played with in a similar way that he did with Shouta. The black-haired man felt absolutely drunk on the concept, the mere guarantee, that he could do as he pleased. That he could take what he wanted, give what he wanted, and make the blonde squirm just like he did. To make him moan, groan, whimper, whine and scream behind the gag with only Shouta to hear.
He squeezed his fingers around their erections, stroking faster making Hizashi cry out behind his gag though the sound was a bit louder this time but still holding the muffled quality that made his stomach drop excitedly. He could do this all night. All fucking night, work be damned. He jumped when Hizashi released the tight grasp on his ass to push at his shoulder, saying something but it was muffled, and he sat back on his heels with the blonde sitting up as well.
He paused his hand, his head tilting as he looked at the blonde who was reaching towards the pillows for the lube and condoms making him blink then before the understanding washed through his foggy mind. Though he had something better. He found his free hand flying out to grab the lube and condoms from the blonde who made a noise of protest when he smirked now at the blonde who narrowed his eyes at him.
"Thank you for that but we're not that far in yet. You said I could do anything I wanted so I'm going to do that. 'Anything is on the table' is what you agreed to." Then he leaned in allowing his smirk to widen, deepen as well, as he met those eyes that flared then smoldered at him when he squeezed their erections tightly making his husband twitch. "You've been spoiling me left and right, love, despite how embarrassing it is. I think it's only fair I return the favor when I can, don't you?"
"Mmmffg mmn nnn!"
"I'll take that as a yes then. Roll over, love."
He released his hold around both of them, shifting backwards on his knees giving the blonde room to spin over far faster than Shouta would have ever expected but it made him chuckle lightly. It normally took him a little while to get that eager, but Hizashi was always excitable, always so completely eager for things to be kicked up when they had sex that it was a little funny just how he reacted. It was hot. Arousing.
Shit, it fucking turned him on and he shivered despite the way heat seemed to burn beneath his skin as he placed the lube along with the condoms down on the bed net to him at a spot that wasn't too close it would be in the way but not too far away. A perfect distance. His fingers twitched eagerly as he stared at the expanse of his husband's soft skin, all of it begging for any mark he could think of to place on it, and he shifted forward again as he leaned over the blonde who turned his head to stare up at him.
That smoldering, lustful look made him whimper quietly as he leaned down pressing a kiss to the blonde's freckled shoulder softly loving the way the skin seemed to tremble beneath his lips as he moved down to his shoulder blade slowly. He kissed the space between them making his shoulder blades come together as his chest no doubt tried to arch forward only to find it couldn't do so when pressed to the bed.
While it wasn't rare that Hizashi would let him do what he wanted, let him kiss and bite and suck at the skin to his heart's content, it was still a treat that he loved to indulge in. Love, loved, loved. He could worship his husband's slim, lithe body all night long. Hizashi always joked that he simply couldn't keep his hands off of him, that he was helpless against the many caresses he gave, the way he tucked his hair behind his ears, the hand brushes, knee presses and ass grabs he gave him in a day alone.
That his hands just craved to touch him. While he hated it when they were at work and Hizashi tried doing all of the above and more where anyone could see he had to admit even to himself that it was the same. He simply could not, would not, and never have enough of touching his husband. He was a mess that wanted to touch, grab, hold and squeeze the blonde all the time but unlike his husband he had the control to fight those impulses when they were in the public eye.
When they were home, it was a different story. He couldn't help himself, couldn't keep his hands off of the blonde whether it was in an affectionate manner or a sexual one. He could feel the heat beneath the blonde's skin as he swept his hands up his sides feeling the blonde squirm beneath him, could feel it burning beneath his lips as he pressed kisses down to the center of the blonde's back. He could leave bites, scrapes and claw marks along the smooth skin of his husband's back.
He wanted too. However, he had something so much better in mind that he knew he would begin pushing against his husband's willpower. Something that would drive him wild. He slid his hands down the blonde's sides, slowly to grab his waist just as he slid his lips down to the small of his back where he then licked at the skin making the blonde whimper loudly behind the gag as he licked down to the top of his ass.
He knew the blonde understood what he was going to do, what he wanted to do, from the hissing breath he took through his nose. It was followed then with shouting from behind the gag despite the both of them knowing it made no sense. Muffled nonsense.
But he knew exactly what the blonde would be shouting, deciphering those muffled shouts, and he pulled at the blonde's waist to pull his ass upwards while legs slid to brace themselves on his knees again. While he didn't believe so, didn't think it was possible, Hizashi always sang praises of how gifted he was with his mouth. Like he was the one who could easily deep throat a dick like the blonde could. Bullshit.
While it had taken awhile, he had learned, he had adapted and taken bits of experiences of eating out the blonde to piece together a routine that drove the blonde crazy. He knew that while he didn't have a tongue piercing like the blonde that his husband wouldn't understand just how amazing it was to feel it inside of him. Even if the blonde didn't know that sensation, he could still perform the best way he can as if to make up for that one little thing he lacked.
The one upside to Hizashi literally having no ass was Shouta didn't have to worry about his breathing while he was going down on him; he could still breathe easily. Though he knew just how hard it was for the blonde to breathe when he was eating him out. 'Double cheeked up, basketballs in the jeans, thick as hell' were things his husband called his ass. He didn't think it was anything crazy, just an ass to go with the rest of him.
But he knew it made his husband self-conscious sometimes when compared to other people, but Shouta loved every part of him. Just because his ass wasn't plump or big it was still firm, still adorable and still squeezable just like the rest of him. He fluttered kisses along the cheeks softly, giving a playful bite that had the man jerking beneath him with a muffled whimper leaving him now as that muffled begging continued on with gargled noises and indistinguishable words.
He eyed the lube for a moment, wondering if he should use it, and quickly reached out to grab the tube trying to open it quietly as he could. He then squeezed out a little dollop onto the pad of his pointed finger then used the tips of his other to spread it over the length. To keep the blonde from being suspicious he continued those soft bites, the gentle fluttering kisses, that had the whimpers flying out of the blonde.
Once he got his finger ready, he lifted his hands up, grateful that he had suggested a shower tonight, and kept that finger pointed upwards as he spread those cheeks and quite literally diving forward. While Shouta was firmly a bottom, a power-bottom according to Hizashi, he still loved doing these things to his husband. Loved teasing and kissing his way along the soft skin until the man was shouting and then pounding the literal life out of him.
Felt those hips arch backwards eagerly when he licked at the puckered entrance of his husband's, loving the spasm he got from it, and the next cry that left the blonde sent chills down his spine. He gave another lick that got him a barking shout from behind that gag and he grinned as he also decided that perhaps he had teased a bit too much. After all, whatever he teased Hizashi with. He was also teasing himself at the same time.
Cheating them both out of what they wanted. He pressed his grinning lips down in a little kiss that made the blonde growl low in his throat, the sound menacing in just the perfect way to send another wave of chills down his spine making his next breath hitch. He felt the blonde shiver now when he parted his lips, his racing breaths against the sensitive area, and he once again dived in. He lapped his tongue against his hole, looking up from under his lashes despite seeing nothing but the smooth expanse of his husband's back.
A back that had locks of blonde hair slithering over his skin before inevitably falling to the bed. He pushed his tongue in moaning out nearly covering the sound of Hizashi's strained, high moan that was muffled deliciously just like the ones before them, and he dug his fingers into the cheeks loving the way the blonde's thighs trembled lightly. How all of him seemed to tremble. He shut his eyes then as hair fell against his nose, the blonde twitching at the tickle it must have created
And yet it was forgotten as he began to eat out the blonde with everything he had. The way his hips pressed backwards against his face harshly, like he wanted to suffocate him, had him moaning in time with the blonde who shifted his position slightly given the hand that shot down and back to twist into his hair again. He could hear the breaths rasping in and out quickly through the blonde's nose, louder than his own racing breaths, and he let the blonde shove his face impossibly tight against his ass.
He felt a flicker of hope that the same treatment would be delivered when he flipped him over again. What some may or may not know, eating someone out was tiring work. It really gave the one going down a workout, both for their lungs and for their tongue as the need to keep moving it and undulating it in ways that would get the best reactions would make the muscle tired. Shouta had only just started though but he could tell that he would soon grow tired if he kept moving, licking and undulating his tongue as fervently as he was but he couldn't think to pace himself.
Not when he felt just as starved, just as desperately eager as Hizashi for him to eat him out fervently and in the frenzy that would have the blonde shouting into that gag. He moved his left hand from the cheek it held, sliding down that trembling thigh before moving upwards grabbing the dripping erection. He moaned softly at the way Hizashi howled loudly in a muffle, his teeth no doubt digging in.
He stroked quickly feeling the hips twitching to buck downwards but not wanting to move away from Shouta's mouth, refusing to give even an inch of space, and he grunted when the hand seemed to sense his distraction by pressing his face roughly against him again. How he could do that when he was already pressed as tight, as close as possible? He had no clue, but he obeyed the unspoken order. Don't stop. Don't even think of stopping.
Oh, he would comply for now, but he was going to hate him when he pulled away in a few moments. He'd need it because now he was feeling the faint pull of that fatigue in his tongue and even then, he needed to save it for what he wanted to do next. He was true when he said he wanted to spoil the blonde, to make him absolutely feral, and scream behind that gag. He then fought the urge to smile as he moved his other hand, the one with his slick finger towards his husband's hole just beneath his mouth.
He huffed out a laugh through his nose when the blonde absolutely wailed behind the gag as he pushed his finger in. It was hard to multitask between three things; stroking his husband's erection that twitched against his hand, moving his tongue, thrusting the finger in and remembering to breathe was all a difficult set of tasks but one he strived to accomplish. While it had probably been mere minutes since he had begun eating out his husband, he knew he had to keep going.
The last thing he wanted to do was make the man orgasm before he could even get to the real highlight of tonight that he knew Hizashi would finally lose his mind over. So, he gave a few more licks to the soft inner walls of his husband, then pushed backwards against the hand shoving him forward with a little difficulty but finally he got off and the shriek he got followed by line after line of muffled words being screamed at him had him grinning.
He knew it was cruel of him to do so, to even think of smiling or grinning at something that had his husband so tightly wound, but it just proved he was on the right track. He was going at the pace he wanted and getting the reactions he had expected of the blonde the moment he was told he could do what he want. He was going to do it all and he was going to make that man limp tomorrow because his hips are so sore.
Oh, he was going to put hours and hours of sex along with foreplay into the few hours they had tonight to do so. Maybe that made him greedy, maybe it made him selfish, but he didn't care. His panted as he thrusted his finger into the blonde who was still shrieking at him, only for the sound to be cut off with a loud shout that sounded high, so high it could perhaps even be a genuine strain on his vocal cords.
Letting his grin widen, he began thrusting his finger quickly, a fast rhythm that had the blonde squirming, and then grinding the pad of that finger against the blonde's prostate making him shout behind the gag. He made it his personal mission to grind and rub that spot each time he thrusted his finger into the blonde when he heard another strained shout when he pulled his hand from the blonde's twitching erection.
Thrusting his finger a few more times, rubbing the spot fiercely each time making the blonde jerk and twitch as he moaned loudly behind the gag with the trembling increasing to a shake. Hell, Shouta was even shaking. It would be hard to be still when the excitement, the eagerness, the absolute anticipation ran through him as fast as his blood through his veins and the fact it felt like the emotions were being pumped through him with each slamming beat of his heart didn't help.
He pulled his finger out of the blonde watching the hips jerk backwards as he actually kicked his feet in annoyance, and he couldn't stop the fond chuckle from leaving his lips. "Zashi, lovely boy, turn over and go sit against the headboard. I promise you'll love it and I promise the main event is coming. Be patient for a little longer for me?"
"Nnnnfm, mmmmn aahh mmm nnngh!"
He moved back again to allow the blonde to push himself up on shaking arms, his legs pulling in as he pushed himself to his knees only to crawl over to the headboard and pushing the pillow there out of the way in order to plop himself down. He breathed shakily through his nose as he sat against the headboard and Shouta felt the warmth beneath his skin rip with a fresh wave of heat that he swore would make him combust.
His husband's face was just- God it was something. His glasses were crooked on his face, his hair wild around his face and shoulders, those freckles standing out adorably against the deep red of his cheeks that spread down to his collar bone and the tips of his ears. His lashes trembled with each blink like he couldn't keep them open but didn't want to shut them either giving him a hooded, sleepy look as those eyes stared at him with such a smoldering, heated look that he swore if the heat under his skin didn't make him combust that look would.
He left the condoms, the lube, on the bed behind him knowing that once they were in their final moments that they'd end up close enough that he'd grab them. Then a wicked idea made him freeze just inches from Hizashi's feet. He could prepare himself while he did this, rather than wait to sit above the blonde's hips and do it. Fuck, which one? He saw Hizashi looking at him curiously now, perhaps a touch impatient, as his brows came together tightly.
Twisting around grabbing the lube, he quickly made his decision and then twisted back to crawl between Hizashi's legs using his hands to push his thighs apart. The blonde's breath shook as he stared up at him biting at his lip making heat, lust flash at him intensely for a moment. Hunger. Starving. Desperation. All of it and more he could see in those eyes. He then released his lip to smile at his husband sure that he was looking no better, perhaps even close to falling apart just like the blonde did, and he liked the idea that his appearance was possibly driving him just as wild.
"Y-You know, I'm not too good at using the flowery terms that you do. But I'm trying, you know? I love how you twitch, how you react when I call you such pretty things, and you l-love it, don't you, Zashi?" He got a muffled moan that had to be agreement given its tone and pitch, making him smile as he dropped the lube to the sheets for the millionth time it seemed, but it was in order to rub his palms against his husband's inner thighs. Loving the way those muscles jumped eagerly.
"I-I'm also not too good at this type of talk but I know you are absolutely down for it, right? And you know, I think I'll make an exception to something else tonight too. So, I'll start off simply. D-Do you want me to suck your cock?"
The blonde nodded fervently with a muffled whimper.
"How bad?"
"Mmmfn mm! Pppms!"
"I hear you, I g-got it. I guess I'll get to work then on sucking it, D-Daddy."
And the howl he got as he opened his mouth, leaning down to quickly take as much as he could had him shuddering. He squeezed the blonde's thighs as he paused halfway, as he always did, and felt hands flying to the back of his head making his heart fly against his chest as he got exactly what he was hoping for. What he'd been craving. The hands on his head didn't give him the chance to adjust before they were shoving him down to the base, his nose bumping against his skin as the hairs of his blonde pubic hairs tickled his skin.
He gagged instinctively, his stomach squeezing with the intensity of it, and his eyes watered in response to the action as he dug his nails into the blonde's inner thighs fiercely. This made the blonde release another howl behind the gag that was loud, amazing loud yet still with that muffled quality. Like he was hearing it from the other side of the wall. He coughed lightly around the twitching erection in his mouth, pushing down his throat triggering his gag reflex, and yet he didn't once think to pull away as he struggled to take little breaths through his nose.
Closing his watering eyes as fingers twisted into his hair to get a good grasp before he was being pulled upwards then slammed right back down making him gag again as the reflex was triggered yet he was loving every second. He dragged his nails against the trembling thighs beneath them until they were tight fists that trembled fiercely like the blonde's thighs. He was gulping deep breaths each time he was yanked up to the tip only to be slammed down making it fly out as quickly as it had been taken.
He was moaning around the twitching length, moans that were enthusiastically echoed above him from behind the gag and his hand moved quickly from the thigh with a mind, a purpose, of its own. He could hear that lewdness in his next moans that should have embarrassed him, should have had him cringing, but if anything it got him the reaction he wanted. Each time he came upwards he was slammed down only now the hips were thrusting up to meet these downwards movements, hitting his mouth roughly.
The action made him whimper at the pleasure that ripped through him as his hand curled around his own erection. It flew up and down his length, his eyes opening as he looked up at the blonde, the ravenous gaze he met made him whimper again feeling his heart stumble over its beats as he shut them again. The rhythm was too fast, too hard and ruthless for him to keep his eyes open and not get dizzy.
Hell, even with them closed his head was spinning in a wild circle that fluctuated between being so dizzy and starved for air he might just puke the moment he got off. It was then washed away to be overpowered by the lust, the hunger, the pleasure and the heat that burned underneath his skin. He was so goddamn turned on he didn't know what to do with himself. He could feel himself drooling.
It seemed no matter how many times he swallowed frantically to stop it, his jaw even beginning to ache as his nose lightly throbbed from the harsh impacts of it hitting the blonde's pelvis mixed with those ruthless thrusts. He knew the same tells, the same signals for Hizashi to let him know if something was wrong applied to him but they danced so far away from his grasp he couldn't even remember what they were.
He forced his hand from his erection, moaning at the disappointment that crashed through him as his hips bucked desperately to get the friction back, and he grabbed at the lube he'd dropped to the sheets. His hands shook so badly that it took him about three tries just to get the cap to pop open let alone getting it on his fingers and reaching backwards to smear it across his own entrance.
He heard a gurgling sound leave his throat, a warped groan of some kind, and Hizashi's growling was muffled by the gag in his mouth, but he could only imagine the way his teeth were biting viciously into the silicone bone. How tight his jaw had to be. His lungs were screaming, begging for air but he didn't want to stop. He didn't want to even think of stopping the rough throat-fucking he was being given.
He knew he should have been more careful, more patient, with getting his fingers inside as one should but he was pressing two fingers against himself then shoving them inside roughly making himself moan at the discomfort that crept up his spine. He tried to ignore it in favor of thrusting his fingers, spreading them outwards but that uncomfortable sensation refused to abate. He felt his brows come together tightly as he whined again.
Perhaps it was something about the sound that made that rough, ruthless jerking of his head and those hips to stop as he was pulled up off of his husband's erection. Opening his eyes as his head spun. Funny how during it he'd felt dizzy but now that there was a lack of movement he swayed on his knees as he stared up at the blonde. He flinched however at the way his hole throbbed lightly with the discomfort, his teeth gritting together when Hizashi's smoldering eyes took on a flash of worry.
His hands detangled from his hair and raised them in front of himself, shaking as he then signed at him. Are you okay? Slow down, baby, it's okay.
"I'm fine! Ju-Just need too- Mmmn! Fuck, just- I have to-!" He wheezed his words when hands cupped his face, his voice betraying the frantic frustration he felt welling up inside of him and he felt a thumb lightly rubbing against his lower lip.
He knew he had to look like the mess he felt he was; he could feel the wild mess that was his hair as it brushed not only against his face in wild locks that stuck up, he could tell that he also would have knots to work out before bed. His face had to be red, a shameful burning red if the light throbbing meant anything from the intensity of his blush and he swore his own collar bone area, the tips of his ears, were burning with that flush. He was all too aware, painfully and unbearable aware of the drool that ran down his chin. He felt like he was a mess, knew he had to be a sight to see.
And yet the heat, the worry, in those green eyes made him blink when the hands were moving again. Baby, calm down! I think we're both getting too worked up over this whole gag thing. You gotta slow down or you're gonna hurt yourself.
"I said I-I'm fine! S-Stupid fucking-! Shit! I want to-!"
The hands tapped his cheeks cutting off his words before signing again. Shouta, you have literally three seconds to stop doing what you're doing or I'll take the gag off and this is over. You. Need. To. Calm. Down.
He clenched his jaw to keep from snapping at the blonde again who was somehow managing a sharp look despite the lust he could see in those eyes still and his teeth ground together as he pulled his fingers out. The relief it gave him was unbelievable, yet the irritation had tears pricking at his eyes when he refused to look up when those hands stroked his cheeks again tilting his face up. HIs fingers were slick against his thighs.
Pressed his palms against them, his brows pulled tight together as he heard his jaw lightly click; it was a left-over side effect of the one time he literally got hit in the jaw with a rock by a villain in their early years. Something that wasn't painful but definitely betrayed his frustration. Was he going too fast? Maybe. But he wanted this so much, wanted to hear Hizashi scream and wail behind the gag just like he had before that he would do anything for it.
To feel the hands gripping at him, nails dragging his skin as the blonde writhed beneath him in time with his own movements. He wanted it. He was surprised to find a tear slipping down his cheek that he rubbed away roughly before Hizashi's thumb could twitch towards it as he looked up at the blonde when he tapped his cheeks gently again. Worry, surprise, and confusion were running rampant on that red face.
"I just want to do this for y-you. I want- You're always taking care of me an-and doing what I want that I just wanted-"
Shouta, you take care of me all the time! You spoil me every damn day and tonight is no different! But you can't just be throwing your comfort and pleasure out the window because you want to rush! You have to take your time, baby, and you have to calm down, okay? I'm not going anywhere, the gag isn't going anywhere, and you're not going anywhere. Just breathe with me, okay? Breathe.
His hands were shaking just as violently against his thighs as Hizashi's were, proof that they were perhaps too worked up like the blonde had said and even if he didn't like it, he knew it was the truth. He was fucking crying over it. He hadn't felt this frantic, this desperate or frustrated since they first slept together when they were twenty-one. So, he tried to interrupt his own racing breaths like Hizashi was and breathed in with the blonde, letting out the breath through his mouth.
Hands reached down covering his shaking ones as well and squeezing them softly as thumbs rubbed against his knuckles. They repeated the breaths until Shouta felt a glimmer of rationality; a ribbon that he chased after as he shut his eyes. He was acting like a child running rampant in the store after being told they could have whatever they wanted; frantic and greedy but impatient to get it home. It took five more of those deep breaths for him to open his eyes feeling far more in control than he had moments ago, and he found Hizashi's gaze again as he felt a wave of embarrassment.
"I'm so-"
Hands squeezed his own tightly making him look down then up as they raised again. It's okay, baby. You know need to apologize, I get that you were caught up in it. Fuck, I was too! I didn't think and now your throat is going to be sore! God, how stupid am I? I know how those kids are and I don't want you to be embarrassed about it.
"I can handle a few problem children, Zashi. Nothing to it." He replied gruffly watching the blonde's brows twitch from the tight pull and he rubbed at his eyes with the backs of his hands to remove any trace of wetness before letting out a breath at sensation of hands sliding up his thighs again.
The kneaded at the trembling muscles when he dropped his hands from his eyes looking at the blonde as he leaned forward placing his own hands onto the blonde's thighs in response. His gaze left Hizashi's in order to look down taking in the sight of not only his own but the blonde's painful looking erection. The skin near the tip looked faintly red, angry almost with the blood burning under the skin and he looked up again at the blonde. They were both shaking, both perhaps minutes away from finishing the exploration of the kink.
"D-Do you want to do it then? I don't really tr-trust myself too. I'll be too rough, and I don't want you to be m-mad at me because I didn't take my time."
The hands pulled away from him again only now there was a lustful yet overjoyed glint to those dilated green eyes and he knew if the gag wasn't in place the blonde would be smiling at him tenderly. Of course! You already have a position in mind, right? I'll get you read and you can take it from there, okay? And, Sho, I know you don't trust yourself to do it on your own but just know I really am proud of you. For admitting that and for the fact that you've spoiled me more tonight that I could ever deserve or hope for and I appreciate that so much. I really do love you, baby!
"I love you too, Zashi." He breathed the words out before crawling backwards towards the center of the bed like before only this time he was the one bracing himself on his forearms and knees, his hips raising instinctively as the blonde picked up the tube.
He pressed his hot cheek to the sheets beneath him, his hair brushing at his neck and cheek as it fell forward with the movement while bunching up beneath his head, but he closed merely shut his eyes to ignore it. He heard the quiet slick sounds of the lube being spread over fingers, a shiver of anticipation washing down his spine, and he took a deep break when he felt the blonde getting into place behind him. He worried however that he had mad the blonde angry.
That he was upset with him and was keeping it from him to keep from making Shouta feel bad. He bit his lip as he buried his hot face into the blankets despite how the heat blistered in the close space and he clenched his jaw at the frustration he felt with himself again. He didn't think he'd get so worked up, so lost in the ruthless energy that presented itself again, and here he was getting so goddamn turned on, so worked up, that he had really tried to force himself to be ready.
He let out a shuddering breath as one hand slid down his back, rubbing at the tense muscles, and he let out a quiet groan as the slick fingers rubbed against him before one began pushing into him slowly. His hands gripped at the blankets, his heart pounding against his chest, trying to fight down the urge to snap at his husband to move a little faster and that he didn't need to treat him like he'd break just because he got frustrated.
Humming quietly, he tried to keep that irritation out of the sound when the finger began thrusting lazily into him, not at all what he wanted. He knew if he wasn't so eager, so damn desperate, to get to the main event he had planned then he would enjoy it so much more. He whimpered into the sheets, feeling the hand rubbing at his back press harder against him, and he felt a breath rush out when the finger pushed forward brushing over his prostate making him shudder.
Arching his hips backwards feeling his erection twitch against his stomach lightly as the pleasure zipped up his spine. He moaned against the sheets when that second finger began nudging at him before pushing in just as slow as the first had. He whined when the fingers began thrusting together, not a trace of that unbearable discomfort when he'd done it to himself, and he had to admit it was far more pleasurable to feel those slender fingers thrusting into him.
He jolted with a choked sound when both fingers rubbed up against his prostate making him tremble as he moaned again making the blonde behind him take a shaky breath himself. The breaths between them were fast, shaky and Shouta almost wished that Hizashi didn't have that gag in so he could just hear him talk to him. He groaned when he twitched at another rub against his prostate, his breath hitching at the pleasure that burned through him and his groan tapered off into a whimper as he squirmed, hips bucking backwards.
Felt the scissoring movements each time they thrusted in, not always targeting at his prostate making him groan again when it happened. However, the fact he felt little trembles of pleasure each time the fingers flexed out spoke volumes. He didn't know how long the alternating thrusting and spreading of those fingers went on for but soon enough he was clutching at the blankets so tightly his hands shook.
He whined loudly when the fingers slid out of him, and he lifted his head upwards to look over his shoulder to find Hizashi reaching for the condom box just inches from them. He shifted, pushing himself up onto his knees then, his breath hitching with the excitement that burst through him so intensely he feared he was shaking more from that than the arousal. He watched the routine of tearing off a packet from the chain, putting the remaining condoms back in the box, but this time was different as Hizashi held the condom out to Shouta to take.
He stared blankly at it for a moment before blinking with a little jump as he took the packet because of course Hizashi couldn't rip it open with his teeth, he had a gag in. He felt stupid for a second, but the blonde merely smiled at him the only way he could; through his eyes. They shimmered at him delightfully through that lust and he felt a fresh wave of heat burn in his cheeks as the blonde's hands lifted.
How do you want me? What position are we doing this in? What do you have cooking in that freaky little brain of yours?
Shouta handed the open condom to his husband who accepted it rather happily, fingers reaching in to grab the slippery ring and was reaching down to roll it on while he tried not to get distracted by the fact that his fingers glistened slickly from the lube. He blinked himself out of his thoughts again as he fidgeted in his spot, hands rubbing against his thighs. "O-On your back. Lay on your back."
The blonde looked up as he finished getting the condom to the base, his brows wiggling at him with a mischievous look to him as Shouta shifted out of the way so the blonde could lay out. His eyes lifted to the black-haired man again, waiting for him to climb up no doubt, and he took a breath as he dragged his teeth over his lip just to keep from grinning at the blonde when he shuffled forward. He then threw his leg over Hizashi's hip, planting it on the bed, and heard the choked sound the blonde released.
Shouta was no stranger to riding his husband nor was he a stranger to his husband's favorite positions, one of them being cowgirl, but he knew that Hizashi went wild with this one. It was one that Shouta had never been the biggest fan of because he couldn't watch his husband's reactions but tonight was a treat and he didn't mind doing it whatsoever as he shifted on his knees. He was absolutely going to drive Hizashi feral by doing the reverse cowgirl position.
His ankles were grabbed by those slender hands tightly, nails biting lightly at the joints in his ankle. He grinned widely as he reached behind him, feeling that overpowering excitement rushing through him again as he held the erection in his hand and after allowing both of them to suck in a few breaths he began sinking down. He shuddered at the muffled shout Hizashi gave, his hips jumping up as he came down that final inch, and he groaned quietly as hands squeezed his ankles tighter making a jolt of pain streak up his leg.
However, he didn't mind it one bit, however. He heard the blonde whimper out behind the gag as he held still, not that he really needed to adjust to the stretch too long, when he let out another groan that was much louder than the last when the hips beneath him began grinding against him. He swallowed down a noise when the tight grip on his ankles began throbbing with pain, not wanting to make Hizashi let go, and so he remedied the pain by grinding his hips in time to the blonde's.
He let his drop forward, his hair sliding against his shoulders with the movement as he moved his hips in a much faster, more satisfying rhythm that Hizashi happily adapted too as he contented himself to the grinding. He knew once he started, once they got into it, he wasn't going to last. There was no way after getting off as much as had with that blowjob, eating out his husband, there's no way he can hold off that long and it was embarrassing to even think that, but it was the truth.
Leaning forward placing his hands on the blonde's shins, hearing the breath hitch hopefully behind him, and he dug his knees into the mattress as he began lifting himself then dropping down in a shallow movement. The moan he got absolutely fed into the desire for more, the lust that still made his head feel too heavy for his shoulders. He clutched at his husband's legs as he lifted himself higher and came down just as fast, spurred on by the moans flying out of Hizashi, his hips continuing that rapid lift and drop that had the blonde squeezing him tightly.
He could feel his hair trembling against his shoulders with each movement, hear how his breaths hitched in when he came down, and how his moans flew out of him so freely it should have been embarrassing. It all paled, however, with each muffled moan or groan that came from the blonde underneath him. How his legs squirmed beneath his grip, his hips that thrusted up shallowly when he came down, the racing breaths he could hear coming through his husband's nose.
He bit his lip to hold back the shout that wanted to fly out of him when those shallow thrusts grew confident, hard as they hit against him when he came down, and he released a strangled groan. He could feel the bed lightly bouncing with his bouncing impacts that often shoved those thrusting hips downwards as he began dropping himself harder. Moving faster. He cried out, releasing his grip on Hizashi's left leg to cover his mouth when the blonde angled his hips to thrust up and hit right at his prostate with each movement either of them made.
Something he found was hindering his concentration of his pace. He heard the blonde wail out behind his gag when he purposefully squeezed around the blonde with his next drop as he moaned against the palm of his hand with that same lewdness it'd held earlier. He dropped the hand from his mouth as it flew down to grab the blonde's leg again, using it along with his knees to bounce himself faster, forcing himself down harder as those hips worked to match his pace as he looked down.
It was like his erection, leaking against his stomach as it bobbed with his movements, was a foreign thing he hadn't known was attached to him until it began throbbing. He wasn't even that far into this, had just barely started and already he was near that edge and getting closer every second. He whimpered softly to himself as Hizashi moaned enthusiastically behind him, the sound of his swallowing loud behind him and he could feel those eyes on him.
There was only so long an orgasm could be held off and technically he knew he could edge himself repeatedly, but he didn't want to do that. He wanted, more than anything, to make the blonde squirming and thrusting up against him to come first. Funnily enough, as he bounced himself eagerly feeling that orgasm beginning to finally form like a light pressure in his groin, he knew exactly what he was going to ask Hizashi for next.
Knew what his next choice was going to be. And he shuddered gasping at the frenzy of movement he instinctively created against his husband at just the thought of what he wanted, and he moaned loudly when the blonde copied those frantic movements of his. He knew his ankles were going to hurt after this, that the tight grip on them was far too painful, but it was lost beneath the pleasure that was burning through him. It was a faint tracing that he couldn't connect to himself clearly and he didn't think he could at that moment.
He was far too busy to think about that. He heard Hizashi shouting behind his gag again, muffled words that made little to no sense, but he didn't bother telling the blonde that it was pointless to talk with a gag in his mouth. It was goddamn hot and even if he didn't know what he was saying he loved the sound of it. Just like their racing breaths, the heartbeat throbbing in his ears, the loud slapping of their skin meeting each time he came down and Hizashi thrusted upwards making him choke on whatever sound built in his throat.
He even let himself drool openly, now that Hizashi couldn't see him, but that was only because he couldn't for the life of him shut his mouth as he gasped for his air that fed into moans and whimpers, cries and groans. The air wasn't nearly as hot as the car had been, he didn't think anything could be as hot as that, yet the air still felt hot and humid as he sucked in lungful's and moaned when he got a particularly sharp thrust from the blonde.
It didn't matter that he'd wanted the blonde to stay still, given he didn't say it, but he found he loved it when they met thrust for thrust like a give and take that he could delight in. He could still hear the muffled shouts that were getting higher behind the gag, hands tightening on the places they rested, and Shouta gasped for air to feed the starving sensation in his lungs. He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead as he bounced himself viciously, as hard and fast as he could manage, his bangs beginning to cling to his sweaty face.
The pressure was building in his groin, his stomach flexing and tightening much like his trembling thighs making him whimper softly as he heard Hizashi panting through his nose in stuttered bursts. He worried if the blonde was trying to breathe through his mouth, making him lift his head as he looked over his shoulder waiting for the three taps to come but he got nothing. He could hear him gasping through his mouth, yet the gag would prevent the actual action making his chest flutter.
Settling for breathing through his nose quickly as he then stopped. He stopped once he reached the base shivering at the choked noise that left his own throat that sounded like nothing compared to the absolute screaming howl that Hizashi released behind the gag as his quirk activated making it sound much louder than the others that had left him. His own chest was heaving much like Hizashi's, but he squeezed his shins making the blonde's lashes peel apart to look at him as he gasped through his nose.
He knew the blonde was having the time of his fucking life; Shouta was too, but that didn't erase the worry of seeing that fluttering chest struggling for air. His lips trembled for a moment as he struggled to scrape his words together when he saw tears in the blonde's eyes as his hips ground desperately against his with a muffled whimper leave the blonde. He knew had the gag not been in that the pitch of that whimper would have been ear ringing. He licked his lips, swallowed despite his tight throat making it difficult, as he then forced himself to speak.
"Zashi, a-are you okay? Do you ne-need to take it off?"
The frantic, frenzied way the blonde shook his head against the sheets made locks of hair whip at his face, against his chest even, and the eyes widened at him as those tears sparkled in his eyes that were absolutely desperate. He felt a gush of relief when the blonde released the tight hold on his ankles that throbbed erratically with the rush of blood to the area, and he watched those shaking hands raising upwards moving only for the blonde to grunt in annoyance.
He shook his hands out agitatedly before he flexed out his shaking fingers before he could sign properly at him. It was one letter at a time, but he still understood it. G-o-n-n-a c-o-m-e .
"Z-Zashi, you can't breathe through your m-mouth and if you keep trying too it's going to-"
M-o-r-e! P-l-e-a-s-e!
He could feel his heart stumbling over its beats, his stomach fluttering excitedly, but it didn't erase the worry he had for the panting blonde and yet the man seemed determined to keep going. If that's what he wanted, then he needed to finish this and finish it now so he could get the gag off of the blonde. He just needed to do whatever he could to make him come and then he'd get it off of him so he could soothe the worry festering in his chest.
So, he took one last look at the red face of his husband, the tears that had managed to trickle down his temples, his chest heaving wildly as he stared at him with such a heartbroken and begging expression that it physically hurt to see. So, he swallowed, turning to face forward again, letting his eyes shut as he readjusted his grip on the blonde's shins hearing the man's next handful of pants hitch excitedly as he felt the legs beneath his hands squirm.
He started off slowly, at a regular pace one might even say, however he didn't have the patience to work back up to it and he didn't think Hizashi did either. Just the thought alone had him raising and dropping himself quickly with enough force to make the blonde along with the bed bounce lightly with his movement and the rather ecstatic sounding moan he got from the blonde had him working right back to that frantic, frenzied pace they'd been at before he stopped them.
Yet this time he was frantic to get both of them there for real this time. He began squeezing himself around the blonde as tightly as he could without it bordering on pain or discomfort, paired with his bouncing movements he heard the blonde howling loudly as his hands surprisingly didn't grab at his ankles again. He opened his eyes peeking over his shoulder finding those hands clawing, yanking and gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles were white as they shook.
Goddammit, he was close. He could feel it, could feel the throbbing of his husband's erection and yet he wasn't coming. Why? Why was he holding off? "Fu-Fucking hell, Zashi! Just fucking c-cum already!"
He found himself shouting the words as he felt his own orgasm creeping up on him like it had never stopped or paused when he had, and he looked over his shoulder again feeling a few beads of sweat drip down his cheek as he stared at the blonde. He could hear the whimpers in between the moans as the hips beneath him slammed against him eagerly, excitedly even. He then glared the best he could at the blonde who shuddered underneath him making him think it was more effective than he thought.
He squeezed tightly around the blonde listening to the screams that flew out of him, hands clawing desperately at the sheets as his head pressed back on the mattress and he could see the muscles going tight in his throat. He hated that he still hears those stuttering breaths through the blonde's nose, like he was still trying to breathe through his mouth, and he growled at him.
"I said do it! Fucking d-do it! Do it an-and next time we do something you w-won't have to use a condom! Promise! I promise! Ah! Haah, haah! Come on! I ca- Nnnng! I can feel it! Cum, cum, cum! Goddammit come on, baby!"
He didn't know if his promise was the trigger, the chanting of the word, or perhaps even the little term of endearment Hizashi was always calling him being directed at him. Whatever it was it had the blonde was howling out behind his gag, screaming something he couldn't understand. He didn't know if it was Japanese or English, didn't care what it was, because he squeezed the blonde again though it was completely involuntary this time as hips slammed up making him jump up lightly in the air from the force alone.
Squirming as his thighs trembled from the tight clench of his muscles and he was squeezing Hizashi's squirming legs as he cried out breathlessly with each of those thrusts. He didn't have a hope or a prayer of being quiet as he jerked his hips down as hard as he could, pinning the blonde's to the bed as he tensed so tightly that he could feel himself trembling. He released a choked sound, a warped sound of Hizashi's name he thinks, but he could barely hear it over the heartbeats in his ears that throbbed loudly.
He squirmed desperately against his husband who was screaming behind the gag with that same desperate tone. His throat froze in his throat as he jerked through the orgasm crashing over him as his erection throbbed, twitching with the familiar warmth of come landing on his clenched stomach. He felt his head spin from the lack of oxygen, yet he couldn't do it. He couldn't breathe for a moment.
It was almost too much just to feel that similar throbbing, vicious twitching inside him, and he clawed at the blonde's shins until finally it was over. He gasped in his next breath that rasped and scraped down to his lungs that expanded painfully as the air seemed to clear out the spinning in his head the moment, he took it. He felt like he pulled in that breath for an eternity until it came rushing out only to come back in, a pace of fast and heaving breaths.
He pulled himself off of the blonde who was positively quaking beneath him, shuddering like the room's temperature had just dropped to nothing. Then he turned to the blonde his hands reaching out as green eyes lazily rolled towards him. His head lifted weakly as Shouta fumbled with the strap for a few minutes before he was pulling it off, surprised by the dampness on the other side, only to listen to the sharp gasping breaths his husband took.
Like he'd been held underwater for hours and was just now getting air to his starving lungs. He could see hair clinging to his sweaty forehead, his lashes were still damp from earlier, and sweat was rolling down his temples but then an absolutely euphoric, perhaps even smug and prideful smile curled over those lips as his head rolled to stare up at him. "Yo-Yo-You said it again!"
"W-What? What did I say?" He questioned in that same breathless tone as he dropped the gag to the bed, his hand reaching out to touch that burning hot cheek stroking it gently while using his other hand to push away the hair that clung to his sweaty forehead.
He then looked down before crawling backwards to the edge of the bed standing on his shaking legs, his knees buckling for a moment making eyes widen with worry from the blonde, but he reached out grabbing his leg tugging him close. He was determined to take care of the blonde, dragging his lower half to the edge of the bed with a grunt leaving his lips as he yanked, tugged and dragged his lower half towards him.
Once he got the blonde's feet on the floor, his lower half dangling off the bed he squatted as he then reached for the condom pulling it down carefully listening to the whine from the blonde. He got it off successfully then tied it off with the rubber smacking his fingers when he fumbled due to the shake but with a tiny little squelching sound thanks to the lube coating it, he got the condom tied off when he watched the blonde sit up. "D-Do you mean I called you 'baby'? Is that wh-what you're talking about?"
"Nope! Though you should call me it m-more!"
He then giggled as he leaned forward poking Shouta's nose happily, that prideful euphoria glowing on his red face as a droplet of sweat ran down his cheek towards his jaw where it quivered as it dangled on the edge before dropping off landing on his thigh. Those green eyes were glowing at him now with amusement though they still seemed unfocused, foggy and glazed but the smile twitched on the blonde's lips was making Shouta's lips twitch at the sight.
What had he said that was making Hizashi so happy? The blonde's smile widened happily, giddily even, and Shouta couldn't fight his own little smile any longer; the sight was far too infectious. "You c-called me Daddy! Without being c-coaxed into it!"
He felt his smile drop from his lips as quickly as it formed, his eyes widened, and his lips trembled now wordlessly as he tried to recall when he had. Then it slammed right into him more forcefully than even a punch from All Might. Right before the blowjob, right before he'd gone down and he'd had that ruthless throat-fucking that had left him so turned on that he'd- He could feel another wave of heat assault his face as he looked away. "N-No, I didn't! I didn't!"
"You did! You did, baby, you did!" Hizashi chirped happily until he raised his hand, pressing it over the blonde's face no doubt smudging his lenses, and shoving him backwards where he flew back onto the mattress making it bounce.
It didn't matter whatsoever as the blonde laughed happily while kicking his shaking legs happily and pulling a few fist punches up into the air above him. He stood up from the crouch he sank into to get the condom off, the thing that was still pinched between the fingers of his left hand, and he forced his own quivering legs to walk around the bed to their little trashcan where he dropped it in making a mental note to empty the little trash tomorrow before the recycling and trash trucks came.
"You called me Daddy! I'm so proud of you! Maybe it can become a re-"
"It will not be a regular thing!" He barked at the blonde who laughed at his tone while the black-haired man pulled open the drawer grabbing the antibacterial wipes, looking over when his husband stared at him while fixing his smudged glasses before twisting to crawl over to him.
He nearly slipped in his quick movements then reached out snagging the wipes from his hand and opened the top pulling out a few wipes then set the rest down on the bed. He then used the first to begin wiping at the black-haired man's stomach, then smiled up at him fluttering his lashes as Shouta glared down at him. "It is not going to be a regular thing, Hizashi Yamada. I don't care what you say or how hard you beg or how much you bat those pretty little puppy dog eyes, I'm not fucking doing that."
"We'll see." The blonde replied smugly as he dropped the wipe into the trash then used the second to get any possible traces off of the man's stomach before throwing that in the trash and pushed the wipes off the bed, taking his hands tugging him to the bed. "Now cuddle me, like a good boy does."
And he sighed though he found his glare slipping slightly as his lips once again twitched faintly as he climbed onto the bed next to his husband and let those slender arms wrap around him. He truly did love being held tight to his husband's chest, those arms tight around him and hands stroking up then down his back softly. Nails dragging lightly over his skin lightly sending shivers down his spine. And then Hizashi spoke, his voice husky with the aftermath of all his screaming and wailing.
"It's your turn now, you know that?"
"I do. I'll let you know what I choose."
"Awesome! I fucking love you, baby."
"I l-love you too, Zashi."
He hated how he let his voice drop to a whisper against the blonde's throat, but he nuzzled his face to it with a content sigh. If the blonde thought the scratch of his stubble was bothering him, he didn't say a thing. If Hizashi thought he had the last laugh just wait until morning. Shouta was sure he'd have the upper hand and he'd be the one laughing last rather than the blonde. And he smirked widely as he shut his eyes as their legs twisted together and he felt the blonde sigh against the top of his head before placing a soft kiss to it.