Fifty Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

This is just smut! Straight smut! Nothing complicated, just fifty chapters of straight smut. Enjoy .

7. Cut My Air Off

"You want me to do fucking what to you?"

Shouta fought the urge to look down at his lap, his face slowly burning hotter as his shoulders scrunched up slightly, and he focused his hands on scratching behind Twix's ears gently as the cat purred and he looked at his husband's shocked face. His lashes quivered lightly, his eyes about to pop out of his head with how damn wide they were, and his brows raised high on his forehead incredulously while his lips parted slightly giving them a soft O shape of surprise.

He squirmed in his spot on the couch, Hizashi just a cushions length away, his legs crossed and his phone dangling dangerously from his fingers threatening to drop at any , Shouta didn't think his choice was that weird. He didn't think it was so outlandish or at all surprising given his strongest reactions thus far, but the blonde still seemed genuinely taken aback. He thought that he'd been so clear in what he wanted, subtly hinting at it each time he went down on the blonde, but had he really not understood it?

Hizashi was smart, painfully aware in the best of situations, so how could he really be so shocked? He knew he'd had a few moments where he balked at something Hizashi did but was it really so out of pocket when Shouta wanted to do something that could be seen as next tier kinky? He bit his lip when he finally looked away from the blonde, unsure of what he could or should say to make the blonde understand that this wasn't just something the popped up- no, it was something that popped up, but he'd been doing research.

Looking into it when he had his free time, learning the techniques, watching the videos and reading up on it whenever possible so he knew he liked it. He knew it better than anyone but the fact that his husband stared at him like that, reacted to it like that, was making him feel far more self conscious than he did when he suggested the roleplay.

He swore that the blonde could hear his heart absolutely pounding against his chest in the silence that lingered between them with only a murmur from the TV breaking it up once in a while. He jumped when Hizashi reached out to lightly touch his chin turning his head to face him and he looked up to find that shocked look was gone. "I'm sorry, Sho, I didn't mean to say it like that."

He let Hizashi take a deep breath before the blonde offered a little smile as he brought his hand up to press the back of it against Shouta's hot cheek making him twitch at the light touch. "I didn't mean to react that way either, baby. I guess you could say that it kind of came out of left field but then again so is everything we've done so far!"

"I don't think it's coming from left field at all considering the shit we've done, like you said. It's not exactly the wildest thing, is it?"

"True! I mean, I fucked you in a car, Shouta! Not many people can say that, and we got away with it! Well, there was one car that went by but other than that we got away with it! So, anything you tell me from here on out won't be surprising, I promise! I mean, I guess I reacted that way because I didn't hear you right but then I pieced it together and thought I was wrong because there's no way you could've said what I thought you said!"

Was that really the only reason he got such a strong reaction? Or was Hizashi trying to spare his feelings? He stared at the blonde doubtfully, the blonde's lashes fluttering at him then and he glared at the blonde when he saw the action. He was trying to puppy dog eye his way through possibly offending him and he wasn't going to stand for that. He clenched his jaw, teeth grinding together as the blonde continued to flutter his lashes while widening those green eyes, and he then shifted his jaw making it click quietly.

He squinted, twitching his head to the side as he strengthened his glare with the irritation that was welling inside of him that clawed the embarrassment away. "And what did you think I said?"

"That you wanted me to choke you! And while it wouldn't be the craziest thing compared to the car sex, I just wasn't prepared to hear that because it just doesn't sound real to me! I mean, I actually thought for a second that my hearing aids were actin' up because there's no way that you want me to choke yo-"

"I want you to fucking choke me."

The blonde jolted at his words, his mouth dropping open a bit as he was cut off mid-sentence and those wide puppy dog eyes flashed with surprise again only this time, he could see the pink blush crawling up into his husband's cheeks. Finally, he was getting another blush out of the blonde when it came to talking about the kinks. He hadn't seen the man blush since he brought up the Daddy thing and he felt a strange satisfaction that he made the blonde blush because of his words this time.

"Honestly, the fact that you haven't caught on is a bit pathetic, isn't it? I mean, couldn't you tell once? How much I absolutely love choking on your cock? How I like it when I can't breathe? You're going to sit there and claim that you have no clue that I like that shit? Come on, Zashi, don't play stupid now."

He watched his husband's mouth drop open wider as that delicate pink blush quickly turned into a bright red, his glasses slipping down his nose just a bit at the vulgar language falling out of Shouta. Normally he would have phrased it differently but goddammit how would he get him to understand? While Hizashi certainly had no problem saying things like that in a casual conversation it was normally much harder for him to spit them out.

This time, however, he needed that language to get his point across to the blonde and make it seem as blunt as possible just what he wanted. "I- Um, oh wow. Okay, you're really serious about that, aren't you? I mean, I didn't really, uh, notice but-"

"Really? You didn't notice?" Shouta would push Twix off of his lap to move closer, but the cat was still so skittish being in the house that the fact he was climbing into someone that wasn't Hitoshi was a huge feat and he wasn't going to start ruining that.

He instead twisted his torso slightly, his elbow coming to rest on the back of the couch as he propped his head up with his fist and he used all of his confidence to smirk at the blonde next to him despite his hot face. Did the blush ruin the effect he was aiming for? Or did it make it better? "I don't know if I believe you, Zashi. I mean, you may be deaf, but I know you're not that blind either. Are you saying that you really didn't notice it? Not even during the pet play when I tried to get you to do it?"

If it were possible for one man's face to get even redder, he's sure that Hizashi would be the reddest shade there could ever be on this planet and the way his eyes flicked around was absolutely fascinating. Was he for once making Hizashi nervous? Embarrassed maybe? Was he really the one with the upper hand right now? He used his left hand to stroke his hand across the coarse hair of Twix, large copper eyes closing, as he watched Hizashi shift on the couch when he dropped his phone into his lap.

He jumped at that then looked down at the phone only to flick back up to Shouta with a tremble to his lips as he no doubt tried to figure out what to say. He merely hummed at the blonde who was trying to piece his words together. "I didn't- I mean, you just- How could I possibly know that? Y-You reacted so badly the first time!"

"And that was the first time. Even then I liked it halfway through because I didn't want to pull off, remember?"

Then, like Twix was finally picking up on the mood, shot off of Shouta's lap using his thigh as his launch pad streaking out of the room leaving both men to stare in awe for just a second before he turned back to Hizashi. He let the smirk that had curled over his lips to spread wider as he unfolded his legs, scooting over to the blonde who watched him cautiously. His own face was painfully hot, much like Hizashi's had to be, and yet he fought down the shyness, the embarrassment, that insisted he shouldn't be saying it.

"You know what I think?"

"Wh-What?" It was like the blonde couldn't speak louder than a whisper as Shouta leaned in closer, pressing his hands to his husband's knees and sliding them up his thighs that twitched lightly under his touch.

"I think you liked choking me with your cock in someway. That's why you did it again Monday night, isn't it? You like choking me and you like when I'm gasping for air afterwards."

He dropped his own voice down to a whisper to match Hizashi's, moving his right hand up from his thigh to touch his cheek with the tips of his fingers before moving to tuck a strand of the blonde's hair behind his ear lightly. He was mindful of the hearing aid, not wanting to disrupt it while he did so, and he felt Hizashi shiver when the tips of his fingers grazed the shell of his ear lightly.

"They won't be home. Hitoshi and Eri I mean. Not 'til six and it's only two-fifty now which means we have time, Zashi."

"Sho, I don't know how to-"

"I'll show you. I know what to do, I've been spending hours researching it and I know the right way to do it, so you shouldn't be able choke me out. You won't hurt me at all, I promise. Do you really think I couldn't stop you if something went wrong?"

Then he lifted his left hand up to lock his hands behind his neck, leaning his face closer to the blonde's as his heart raced and he began tugging the blonde closer. So close he was certain there were mere inches between their lips, the thought making his tingle expectantly, as their breaths mingled together. He squeezed his fingers together when he felt his stomach drop with excitement, feeling the way his husband's breaths were coming quicker against his lips.

His own were coming a touch unevenly, nowhere near the quick pace as Hizashi's, but his stomach was squirming excitedly and his heart felt like it was ready to slam out of his chest. He just needed one more push. One more little assurance and the very recent fantasy of his would be ready for the taking. "Please, Zashi? Please?"

He loved the low moan he got from his husband, the sound deep and absolutely wrecked sounding as he leaned in closing the final gap of space between their lips making an equally soft sound leave Shouta. He unlocked his hands to wrap his arms around the blonde's shoulders, allowing himself to be pulled onto Hizashi's lap, hands sliding around his waist as the blonde seemed to sigh out in defeat.

He moved his lips against Hizashi's happily, excitedly though the movement was slow and lazy, the breath from the blonde's nose was warm like it always was against his cheek, and he marveled over the softness of his lips. Lately, his husband had chosen to use a new type of ChapStick that he put on at night after they'd brushed their teeth and he put it on when they brushed in the morning before work.

It made his lips so incredibly soft, addicting and so absolutely mind-numbingly perfect against his own. In fact, he might even go so far as to say that his lips were so soft that he could describe it as silky somehow even though he was ninety-nine percent sure that a human's lips couldn't be silky like that. Perhaps they were just so addictingly soft against his own that he was always craving the feel of them on his own, lips molding to shape his own, moving with his like they had all the time in the world.

He moaned softly into the kiss when Hizashi's hands slid downwards to their favorite spot on his body; his ass. He didn't protest or pull away to tell him to cut it out, that he'd touched his ass enough times today. However, he didn't want to waste his breath ordering his husband to stop something that he and the blonde both enjoyed. Perhaps a bit more secretly on his end but still, what would he get if he told him to stop? He'd get a single day reprieve and then he'd be right back into the routine of pinching, grabbing, rubbing and slapping his ass throughout the day.

Sighing out in content as he shivered at the squeeze the blonde gave and he reveled in the softness, the smoothness, of Hizashi's lips as he began moving his lips faster against the blonde's. He felt his husband respond in kind by moving his own lips in time with his own. Their rhythm quicker and definitely sounded a touch more urgent to the unsuspecting ear, but he felt no urgency. Not right that second anyhow.

He was happy, excited, perhaps a touch eager and yet he was melting into the familiar feel of his husband's lips beneath his own, his hands resting on his body and the warmth soaking from another body to his. The scent that clung to his husband from the shower he'd taken after he got home from his patrol, his hours always early as hell on the weekends, and he relished in the surprisingly woodsy scent that clung to him.

Looking at Hizashi you would think he would go for the flowery, fruit scents that would match his personality, but that wasn't the case for his husband. He chose a woodsy, perhaps cedar scent that was cloying and rich right when he got out of the shower but faded to a gentle hint that could be stirred up if you were standing too close. He inhaled that scent, his hand sliding up to cup the back of the blonde's head as he was shifted in his lap before sitting snuggly against him.

He shivered when one of Hizashi's own hands slid up his back making him shiver as he arched forward. He then yelped breaking away from the kiss as Hizashi stood up, the movement sudden and jostling him when he slid down quickly, and the hands flew to his legs keeping him up against the blonde. He clung onto the blonde, legs tight around his waist as he stared in surprise at him, and then felt a stab of embarrassment at the high note that left him when the blonde began rushing.

Wasn't ready for the movement causing him to tighten every hold he had on the blonde to avoid possibly falling or being dropped somehow but the hands on his thighs, sliding backwards to his lower back to keep him pinned to the blonde were reassuring. Like he was saying that he wouldn't drop him without saying them out loud. And he didn't need to hear them. He leaned in pressing kisses along the faint freckles on his cheeks, the more obvious ones that stood out on the bridge of his nose that crinkled beneath his lips.

Then another to the other cheek to place soft kisses to the smattering there. He could feel the heat of his blush beneath his lips, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth, and he was surprised by the amount of confidence he had flowing through him. Had he finally had a breakthrough? The were six kinks in - well, seven now technically- but where their reactions swapping? Was that even possible?

Hizashi was one of the most confident men he'd ever met in his life and yet he had been squirming, avoiding eye contact and blushing on the couch. Was it because he was shy? Or was it because, somehow, Shouta had managed to use his blunt wording to turn the blonde on? That he'd hit the nail on the head for both of them? He didn't know but when the blonde tapped his thighs, he pulled his lips away from his red face to turn pushing the bedroom door open just enough to allow them to slip inside.

He heard the annoyed grunt leave Hizashi when Void streaked into the room before they could get the door shut. The cat rubbing up against his leg flicking his tail happily, and he nearly laughed at the scowl on his husband's face. He bit his lip when he was marched over to the bed and plopped on the bed as he watched the blonde reach down scooping the cat up making him release a high, rumbling sound as he was tossed into the hall again.

The doors thumped shut, the locks click as it was turned was far more ominous than it needed to be, and he felt his heart thump solidly against his chest twice when his husband turned towards him. It was quiet. He couldn't bring himself to change that by talking, by possibly even trying his hand at saying the words that had gotten him here. He instead lifted his hands up towards the blonde curling his fingers a few times.

It was a childish movement; something Eri did when she wanted to be picked up despite her age. Something about the movement had his husband moving across the floor quickly, his hair swaying around his shoulders as he rushed over to the bed taking little popping steps as if to propel himself forward faster. He adjusted himself on the bed, dropping his hands for just a moment to do so, then when his feet dangled off the floor he raised them again just in time for the blonde to slide right into his arms.

It was as satisfying as getting that last piece into the puzzle; it was comfortable, absolutely right, and so natural that Shouta hummed happily. He shut his eyes as the blonde took his glasses off judging by the light clicks of frames being folded shut then placed down and then he was being pushed backwards until he flopped onto his back. He tangled his hands into the blonde locks, his lashes flutter against his cheeks as he fought the urge to open them, and he spread his legs to allow the blonde to settle between them comfortably.

And then his lips were on his own, those soft fucking lips, and his heart was stumbling over its beats as his stomach squeezed with the excitement that ran through him once again. He clung to the blonde while he sighed out through his nose, moving his lips in time with the blonde's that pressed firmly against his own and moved with intent to them that had been missing from the tender kisses of the living room. Like he was determined to get what he wanted.

There was nothing more than he loved than kissing the blonde. The first time they'd kissed in high school he'd been blown away by the rush he felt. Sure, he'd have appreciated it if it wasn't in a little game night in Oboro's bedroom with Nemuri there but what were you going to do? At the time Hizashi and himself had both been accused of being too scared to do it, that they were afraid of a little kiss, and when they'd done it, he had been blown out of the water.

Like a seal being absolutely punted by an orca out of the water. He still had that reaction no matter how many times he kissed the blonde, no matter how long they kissed for, and he found himself humming gently again with the contentment rolling through him. He knew he just asked his husband to literally choke him, whether it was with his dick or his hand, but he melted against the bed as the pace of their lips of their lip settled into that addicting one.

Not fast but not slow; a hint of eagerness to it but nothing overwhelming it or allowing it to jump up to that desperation he was so accustomed too lately. It was a pace that was comfortable, casual, and something that had him happily sighing again through his nose. As much as he loved the feeling of his husband crushing their mouths together, kissing him like he wanted to devour him whole, he also loved this.

He raised his brows, unaware they'd been furrowed at all, when a hand slid down his thigh reaching underneath to lift his legs up to curl around his waist and he tightened them pulling the blonde's lower half firmly to his own. He shivered at the soft moan he got from the action, and he moved his left hand from the blonde locks he'd been gripping happily, to slide down between his husband's shoulder blades feeling the man twitch against him.

An equally soft sound left him when the hand slid up his thigh, past his waist where it flipped up the hem of his shirt and then slid underneath it to his stomach which had the muscles quivering at the soft brush. His breath hitched as the hand slid upwards towards his chest, the fingers fanning out and happily swirling against the curls of hair there making him wriggle in anticipation. Because Shouta knew what Hizashi was going to do and Hizashi knew perfectly well what he was going to do.

He moaned out softly against the blonde's lips when fingers drifted across his nipple, swirling playfully much like he had with the hair on his chest, and he arched his back with a whine. He knew his husband could feel his heart pounding wildly making the skin throb lightly, could feel the squirms he gave subconsciously, or how his breaths were hitching more often than before. How they were coming faster.

Didn't think twice about letting the excitement burning through him spill into the kiss as he moved his lips quicker, using some urgency that the blonde replied too, and he was irritated to find a pang going through his jaw that rather than going away merely built. It only really happened when he was kissing for too long, in too awkward of a position most of the time, but sometimes his jaw just got tired.

He made a soft noise as he tried focusing on the pressure, the heat that was being to build in the kiss and was warming him from head to toe but his jaw still continued to ache. He could just push through, or he could pull back to stretch and wiggle his jaw until the ache went away. His fingers tightened in those blonde locks, stubbornly holding onto the blonde despite how his lashes were fluttering as he squeezed them shut tightly trying to ignore the discomfort for as long as he could.

He couldn't hear it but something in his groan had the blonde pulling away, both eyes opening and a look of concern to the blonde as he looked down at him. "Are you okay, baby?"

"I'm fine it's just my stupid jaw." He mumbled pulling his hand from the blonde's back to rub at his jaw, rubbing circles against it as he wiggled it lightly and the blonde's brows came together making Shouta frown up at him.

This wasn't going the way he thought he would but what did he expect? Sooner or later, he expected his jaw to act up just a bit, given how often they were practically making out any moment they had alone or even late at night until he was snapping at the blonde to go to sleep. Plus, it was only Thursday, his jaw was bound to get sore and even his voice was a little hoarse when he raised it, but it normally sounded just fine otherwise.

He cleared his throat after the ache diminished but he knew it would come right back later on and yet he didn't care because he had many more interesting things to focus on. "It's fine, Zashi. Kiss me."

"Baby, are you sure you wan-?"

"Was that a question? Or a request? I said fucking kiss me! So do it!"

He watched the own blonde's jaw pop to the side, a flash of irritation in his green eyes, and he felt that similar irritation simmering in his chest as he glared up at blonde who scoffed then before leaning down. He flinched at just how hard those lips came down on his, but he was getting what he wanted, and he didn't give a single fuck about it. The hand under his shirt made itself known again as a thumb flicked rather roughly across his nipple making him twitch.

Surprisingly, he found himself actually struggling just a bit to keep up with the movement of the blonde's lips. Like the irritation was ruling his kissing. He loved it. He actually loved it. Strangely enough, he found Hizashi very attractive when he was angry or irritated and he could never pin an exact reason why it got him hot like it did. Was it the way his hands flew around? His eyes that could slit into an angry glare as they flashed?

How his hair trembled and bounced lightly around his shoulders, down his back, and around his face with the intensity of his hand movements? How sometimes his lips would curl into an angry sneer as his nostrils flared? Or how he was an expert at hissing with such menacing venom that it sent chills down his back? How sometimes depending on what they fought about they had probably the hottest makeup sex afterwards?

The kind that left him gasping, legs shaking and his head spinning while he struggled to piece together what just happened. It was more than likely all of it for all of it were just pieces that clicked and slid into a bigger picture that never failed to turn Shouta on. He moaned into the kiss at the mere images that came to mind of an angry Hizashi, images that paired nicely with the ruthless and irritated way the lips pressed against his own in an annoyed rhythm.

What if they all came together? What if an angry Zashi was pounding away with that angry look? A hand tight around my throat squeezing every little puff of air out that his hips didn't slam out?

He jolted with a high moan leaving his throat when fingers pinched at his nipple, the pain bursting across his chest at the action and it made his hips buck up against the blonde's as he began yanking at the fabric of his husband's baggy tank top. He wasn't surprised at just how constant the twitches his dick gave were or how every little drop of blood in his body insisted on gushing downwards because it had Hizashi kissing him harder. Jesus, was he some kind of weirdo that got off on pain?

That he liked when Hizashi was angry? Maybe. After all, he'd never been secretive about that; hell, Hizashi admitted he sometimes picked little fights with him because he enjoyed the sex afterwards. So many times he wanted to bring up the subject of roleplay during their youth because even a falsely angry Hizashi was still arousing but he never spoke up about it and instead let the blonde pick or choose when they'd have those little nothing fights.

He dragged his nails across skin the moment he got the shirt out of the way getting a shudder from the blonde, the urgency burning into the kiss was making Shouta squirm as he panted through his nose. It was like with the pet play; he felt like he was in heat. His skin was burning, his head felt foggy and like on Monday night he felt himself getting worked up far too fast. His legs were twitching as his chest fluttered up when the blonde tugged at his nipple so fiercely, he moaned at the pain it created.

Absolutely helpless he was against the urge that had him raising his hips off of the bed. They moved in an excited, urgent grinding rhythm against Hizashi's then relishing in the jump of the man above him as he pulled from the kiss, and he forced his eyes to crack open to find wide green eyes staring at him again. His chest fluttered up and down with his pants, his face burning hotly as his lips tingled at the absence of Hizashi's, and his hips were moving in small little circles against the blonde's.

He then smirked up at the blonde who twitched at the sight, his breaths rushing out of him just as fast as they went in, and he could only shiver at the thought of being denied even this rhythm of breathing soon. It was almost too much to even imagine. There had to be something to his face, just like the groan when his jaw had been aching, because the blonde was letting out a growl as that surprised look melted into one of irritation again.

The moan surprised him with it's strength when the blonde's hips then shoved down against his own pinning them to the bed making them wiggle uselessly. He slid his other hand from the blonde's locks of hair to grab the material of his tank top, yanking it up above his head which the blonde didn't fight one bit and he threw it off the bed with far too much aggression. He grabbed at the blonde's hair yanking his face down faster than he thought as the blonde moved with his hands making him sigh happily.

Their lips resumed the aggressive, urgent kiss that was making heat swell beneath his skin. They hadn't even started yet and already he was feeling hot, a touch desperate and much too excited for his own good but the situation was as much of a turn on as the others were. Perhaps made even better by the fact that he could feel how irritated the blonde was. He slid his left hand down to the blonde's chest to pinch a nipple just as viciously as his own was.

And oh, the moan he got from the action had him whimpering when he felt the blonde lick at his bottom lip insistently. Not questioning, not hesitant. Demanding. Like he had five seconds to give him what he wanted, and God help him if he didn't do it now. He shuddered at the thought as he parted his lips quickly while rubbing his thumb against the hardening nipple, flicking the piercing lightly making the blonde growl softly as their tongues met.

It was everything he could have ever wanted. It wasn't playful, tender or even eager; no, it was aggressive, domineering and it made Shouta moan enthusiastically as he moved his tongue with the blonde's. It was the type of kiss that clearly said he was pushing his luck, that soon he wouldn't have a choice on whether he would be choked because if he kept on hitting the buttons he was hitting then he'd have the life choked out of him.

It pulled another moan out of him just as he thought the previous one was ending, and this new moan was higher in pitch again. He squirmed against the blonde who began grinding down against him with enough pressure to make his eyes roll up behind his eyelids. Did Hizashi know how much he liked it? Did he know he fucking loved when he was angry? Or was he genuinely irritated, bordering on angry with him?

Was this a true emotion that wasn't put on or exaggerated? Was he really pushing it? He felt greedy, ever since Monday, and he felt drunk on that lustful feeling once again. The hand on his nipple twisted just enough to send sparks shooting down his spine straight to his groin making him jerk against the blonde with a whimper flying out of him. Especially when that hand then slid away down his stomach making it quiver again.

His hips tried to jump up eagerly when the fingers pulled the waistline of his pants down just enough for the tops of his boxers to flash no doubt only to release the fabric letting it slap against his skin again. Then he did it again. And again. He panted quickly through his nose, hips twitching desperately to buck upwards only to be stopped by the blonde's pinning and grinding against his own with that same pressure.

It sent sparks down his spine making his legs jump and shake as he clenched them tightly around the blonde's slim waist, jerking his legs in such a way that it made the blonde thrust against him. The blonde pulled away from his lips again moaning loudly though there was still a trace of irritation in his face, in his eyes, that flamed down at him and his jaw clenched tightly as he growled from behind clenched teeth.

"You are such a fucking brat! What is with you today?"

His lips were curling into that angry sneer that sent shivers down his spine, his eyes flashing at him with irritation, and his voice was dripping with venom as he snarled them at the black-haired man. Shouta couldn't even think of a reply; any words he could have said only came out as a high, reedy whine in the back of his throat as he stared up at the blonde when he squirmed against the sheets.

It was honestly a crime how his clothes were still on, how Hizashi only had two articles of clothes left and he had his shirt along with his own pants and boxers to take off. So unfair. "Seriously! Ever since Monday you've been impatient, annoyingly stubborn and acting like I did something wrong! Like, the fuck did I do? What is wrong with you? There's no need for you to act like a brat when you know you can ask me for anything, and I'll do it! So, what the fuck is wrong with you lately?"

Another repeating noise in that same reedy, high manner only it was a whimper this time as he shivered at the venom in the blonde's tone, and he knew the way his erection twitched wasn't lost on the blonde. In fact, it made his hips grind harder against Shouta, roughly as he moaned excitedly arching his back up as he squirmed again helplessly. Was he really mad or playing along? It was a drastic change from the living room but was it all pretend? Was he acting right now? Or did he genuinely irritate the blonde minutes ago when he snapped at him?

He swallowed down another sound that wanted to leave him, licking his lips as he took a deep breath and let it out staring up at the angry face above him only for him to decide to close his eyes to keep from being distracted. "Y-You didn't do anything wrong, and you di-didn't do anything to make me mad."

The scoff he got, a sharp and scratchy sound that sent shivers through him was amazing. While Hizashi always liked pushing at his buttons, claiming it was cute when he got angry and all turned around, he didn't know what to do, the man clearly did not like having his own buttons pushed that often. And it too a lot to get the blonde irritated like that. He knew Hizashi had been irritated Monday night, when he had tried forcing himself to be ready, and he knew his actions following it didn't help at all.

He had wanted to tell the blonde right away what he wanted his first kink choice to be off of the list, but he'd been strangely quiet when the blonde had woken that Tuesday in a bad mood due to a headache that had kicked in that night. So, he chose to leave that conversation for Wednesday. Then Thursday. And Friday. And Saturday. They were on Sunday now, the blonde having dealt with Shouta's attitude of silence, irritable answers of his own, and apparently stubbornness that he hadn't really noticed he was displaying.

It was all in all a rough week, that much he could see, and he did feel bad. He did. But God if it wasn't arousing the way he was acting now. Like it finally all came to a boiling point in the blonde's head, and he wouldn't take a second more of this behavior from Shouta. "Really? I did nothing? Then why are you being the world's biggest fucking brat? All week I dealt with your shit and it's old, Sho! So old! I'm so over these snappy attitudes and these goddamn greedy behaviors of yours thinking you're entitled to everything without even thinking to ask! Always stubbornly pushing yourself!"

He whimpered again as the blonde's voice dropped from that snarl to a dangerous hissing tone but his hips, his beautiful hips, didn't stop grinding against him. They moved in hard, large circles that had his lashes fluttering each time he came to the top of the circle movement knowing the way it would curve down would leave him shaking for another movement. "Keep it up, Shouta, keep it the fuck up and you'll see what you get when it's my turn! I swear to God you'll regret every little bit of your attitude and bratty ass choices if you keep doing what you're doing!"

God, his voice was sending jolts of lust, of arousal right through him with each word spit at him and he whined squirming as he panted with hitching breaths as he struggled to move his own hips against his husband's. Delighting in those large, pressure filled circular motions that threatened to have his eyes roll back each time. There was just something about a mean Hizashi that he fucking loved and he couldn't get enough of it. Maybe it was because his husband was so bubbly? So happy all the time? He didn't know but damn if it was good.

Then that voice lashed out again, dripping with venom snapped out at him again grabbing his attention. "Though you never did ask me to choke you, you just told me what you wanted and said it like it would happen! Like I didn't have a choice! You fucking brat!"

"Mmmm! Not sorry! Not sorry at all! Ah! Ahh, haah, shit!"

He could feel each tingle of arousal that resulted from the blonde's voice, from his words, and the movements of his hips grinding so viciously against him go straight to his crotch. He was writhing against the sheets, his hips twitching upwards desperately in their pinned position, and he tried tightening his legs around the blonde again to repeat that jerking movement only to find the blonde fought against it. He whined out loudly with a hint of irritation- no, was frustration the emotion?

He didn't know but all he knew was that this situation, his husband finally boiling over, was turning him on so much he didn't know what to do with himself. "You're not sorry?"

He watched eyes widen at him with such mock incredulousness that it made his heart stutter in its beats before pounding against his chest once more and his stomach dropped with the excitement at the equally mocking surprised voice. No longer a hiss but more like a gasp, something one would put on for a child when they were saying something interest and you had to feign interest. "You're not fucking sorry? Not at all? Well, well, I guess Shouta Aizawa really isn't anything more than a little douchebag brat that like's getting a rise out of people by being a dick!"

Another whimper flew out of him as he squirmed, the blanket rustling beneath him as he stared up at those wide eyes, the mocking tone of his and the way they were still spit at him so viciously it had him shuddering. Had his skin burning as he panted eagerly when those hips pressed his down fiercely keeping him from moving his hips even an inch to get what he wanted and fuck, if it wasn't doing something for him. Laying there, absolutely immobile by the blonde above him was damn good.

"It must be a good thing I know how to deal with you acting like that, I know I can make you sorry and make you beg for forgiveness for acting like this! And like I said, when it's my turn you're going to be super fucking sorry, you got that? But I bet you want me to make you feel sorry now, don't you? You want me to fucking choke you until you're begging to breathe again? Choke you so goddamn hard I leave bruises?"

"Yes! Yes, yes! Please, Zashi, please!"

Any other day perhaps the absolute eagerness, the pleading and desperate way he shouted his words would have bothered him a bit, provoked a little embarrassment but not now. He knew his husband wouldn't ever judge him, no matter how he spoke, and he knew it only fueled the flames he saw in those eyes that burned down at him. He squirmed as his breaths raced excitedly, his chest heaving with the breaths he took, as he struggled to keep them from those hyperventilating gasps but it was hard.

So very hard when every hitch inward demanded a faster replacement the moment the air came back out. "Pl-Please! Choke me like you hate my fucking guts! So hard my vo-voice is shot for the rest of the week! Ch-Choke me with your hands, with your cock, anything! Anything, just please, please! Make me sorry, m-make me regret being a brat!"

"I will! I absolutely will and I know the little freak that you fucking are you'll love everything I give you! Because you're a greedy, selfish little brat who takes what he wants when he wants too, and consequences be damned!"

The blonde's voice was a growl now that to a stranger could be placed as playful, perhaps even joking from how fake it sounded, but much like it could be perceived as that it was also his words that could be taken the wrong way. A threat to the unsuspecting person. Not to Shouta. He shuddered gasping excitedly again as he squirmed desperately, urgently as if he wanted to break free from the blonde and get proper space between them so they could climb onto the bed.

Though it could be heard as a threat to the unsuspecting, Shouta on the other hand heard the real meaning. Not the threat it could be perceived as but the promise that it was. "Grab the pillow, Shouta, you're gonna need it!"

And with that he was pulling away from the black-haired man making him gasp at the many losses that hit him at once; the movement of those circular, grinding movements of the blonde's hips, the pressure it provided, the warmth of his body so close to his with that woodsy scent, and the way his legs were pushed away roughly. Like the blonde couldn't stand to have him clinging onto his waist at the moment.

He took that moment to look blankly at the blonde, his gaze then traveling down to the bulge in his husband's soft yoga pants, nowhere near as obvious as it could have been but still it sent shivers down his spine. He was doing no better. He hadn't changed out of the cat pajama bottoms he'd slept in last night, but it was strange how foreign the sight of his own erection was as it bulged against the fabric in that same subtle manner as Hizashi's.

Snapping to attention when the words the blonde had growled at him finally clicked so violently in his head that he swore he was moving in jerking, frantic movements as he scrambled to get the pillow at the headboard. He loved the irritated way the blonde's brow twitched when he turned back to him, like he was angry at the fact it was taking Shouta so long to do one simple thing. He whimpered softly, excitedly as he shifted to the edge of the bed throwing it onto the floor.

He didn't need to be told, didn't need to hear the words, before he was sliding off the bed in front of Hizashi onto the pillow. His hands shaking as they reached up to grip fistfuls of that buttery, soft material. He looked up at the blonde feeling the air fly out of his lungs at the look on his face; far better than any aroused, lustful face he could ever make. It was such a mix of true irritation and a lust so powerful that it left Shouta breathless, shaking as he clung to his thighs.

"Zas-"

"You're getting what you want, don't look so worried!" The blonde's voice hit harder than any whip could, cracking through the air making him jump at the sound and he whimpered as he dug his nails against his husband's thighs feeling them tremble beneath his fingers.

He watched quite happily as the blonde hooked his thumbs in the waistline of his pants along with his boxers and he fidgeted on his knees as the blonde pushed the material down to his knees forcing Shouta to let go of the fabric. The way his air rasped in and out of him with the excitement that was positively burning inside of him was shameful, embarrassing even, and he feared he'd start drooling with how his mouth watered.

He knew he would end up drooling anyways, like he always did with these rough blowjobs, but he had some dignity left inside of him that refused to let himself drool yet. His eyes were glued, gawking at the sight of his husband's erection like it was the very first time he was seeing it, and he jumped when a hand moved through his hair gently, tenderly making his eyes flick up. He found a tender look in those eyes now that warred with the irritation.

"Do you want to work up to it, baby? I just want to make sure you're good before we continue with this, okay? Is it too much?"

His lips trembled lightly as they moved wordlessly, his sentences clogging his throat at the strange wave of emotion that rolled over him at the sudden shift from that venomous, snarling and growling tone to one so soft that it nearly shook. Shouta was certainly shaking as he gripped onto his husband's thighs tightly, nails digging into the flesh earning him a shiver from the blonde, but he found his words piecing together and squeezing up his tight throat for him to speak.

"I'm good! Ju-Just dive in, Zashi. I-I'll be okay, I promise." He took a breath then curled his lips into a smile that he hoped reassured his husband. "I want you to both fuck me and fuck up my throat so bad I'm hoarse for the rest of this week! Go fucking wild, love! I know you want too! I am a brat after all, aren't I? I'm a fucking dick and I want you to ruin my goddamn throat."

And he leaned in lifting a hand to lightly pull at the blonde's erection, closer to his lips where he kissed the tip, and he saw the resolution in those eyes that dilated so fast it was aweing. Like seeing someone swallow knives. He gasped in a deep breath when hands twisted into his hair with that familiar feeling, excited because he knew exactly what would follow, and he nodded when he got one more cautious look that flickered beneath that resolution.

Held that breath in his lungs as he opened his mouth only for it all to rush out as he was shoved quickly down the blonde's erection straight to the base. Of course, like every other time this had happened, he was gagging as his reflex was triggered. Only this time it felt far more violent than the other times as lungs immediately screamed for a breath. It was awful when that gag was immediately followed by a stronger one that brought tears to his eyes as he listened to the groan that left Hizashi, his nails clawing at his thighs as his hands shook, and his nose pressed to those familiar wiry blonde pubic hairs.

It was painful just how loud his gags were in the quiet room, yet he felt the shivers running through the blonde as his nails scratched at Shouta's scalp tugging at the locks wrapped around the fingers. He took shallow, little breaths to his lungs to soothe his lungs while he tried swallowing hesitantly to soothe the way his stomach curdled in response to his violent gags. He nearly whimpered at the moan that Hizashi let back, no doubt throwing his head back given how it sounded.

He swallowed compulsively again feeling the thighs beneath his hands tremble again. He was allowed to stay near the base just long enough for his stomach to settle and yet his lungs were screaming for air, his mind begging him to do something that would let him get proper breaths in because those shallow, little breaths were not cutting it. When he tapped his fingers against the blonde's right thigh, he was able to take a deep breath as he slid upwards just enough for his throat to be empty.

Air rushing down quickly before he was being slammed back down to the blonde's pelvis again and he moaned around the erection earning him a twitch followed by an echoing groan from the blonde. He sucked in breaths when he could as he came up only to be shoved down feeling them fly out of him, his lungs never satisfied with the breaths he took through his nose, but he didn't care.

Didn't care because he was loving the fact that they screamed for air. Loved that the air was around him, brushing his skin with a gentle wind and had his hair flying around his face and shoulders but never going into his lungs as deep as they craved. His heart seemed to pound so much harder against his chest making him so much more aware of each beat it gave, his head gaining this strange little pressure to it like it would burst if he didn't get air soon.

His eyes were watering, tears dripping down his flushed cheeks, and he couldn't stop his moans from flying out of him any better than the blonde above him could. He still found it to be a tragedy that he still had his clothing on while Hizashi was literally just a inches from kicking his pants off to be naked. It was unfair. He cried out happily around the erection, the blonde growling at the vibrations it caused.

The fingers yanking at his hair making pain radiate across his scalp making him shudder, when the blonde jerked his hips forward finally. He moaned in what he hoped was an encouraging way as he dragged his nails across those trembling thighs as the blonde ground his hips against his mouth. Hands were pressing him tightly to his pelvis much like he had Monday night when he ate him out.

So tight that he could hear his breaths hissing, struggling to be taken against the blonde's skin no matter how tiny they were. He felt the muscles of those thighs jump when he dug his nails in perhaps too deeply. He whimpered as he squirmed on his knees while he began shaking harder than he had before the longer he was forced against his pelvis as hips ground forward and he squeezed his eyes tightly shut feeling his lashes tremble.

He couldn't breathe and he fucking loved it. If he thought his lungs were burning, screaming earlier or that little light pressure in his head was something it was nothing compared to the frantic respite that his body begged for. Begged at him desperately, making him jerk as if to pull himself away instinctively, but he forced himself to stay close. Not like he could pull away easily with those hands forcing him to stay there as well.

His head was spinning, his eyes rolling up again as he swallowed again hearing Hizashi shout before yanking him away from his pelvis. The breath he took through his nose was ragged, desperate as the air rushed down to his lungs that begged for another as soon as they were half empty. And while he appreciated the fact that while Hizashi had done amazingly he was also letting him breathe.

Gulping down his breaths as desperately as a starving man would devour his first meal; a person dehydrated and close to the point of wasting away only to be presented with water. He could hear a wheeze in his breaths as he clung desperately to the thighs, opening his eyes feeling tears that he hadn't even known were THERE to trickle down his hot cheeks as he looked up at Hizashi. The man was panting frantically yet through that lust, through the pure hunger he saw on the blonde's face he could see a worry there.

A look that made blonde brows tug together and his teeth bit at his bottom lip the moment their eyes met. Like he was going to pull him off. He wanted to shake his head, so he settled for their tap signals; the most basic ones. One tap for yes, two for no. Three for trouble. He tapped twice against his husband's thighs; sure his pleading was evident in his eyes because he saw that jaw tighten for just a moment.

Was he being stubborn again? Maybe. Maybe he was, despite the pleading look he gave his husband, and he knew if he could he'd be grinning with delight. Once his breaths were no longer those wheezing, gulping gasps the blonde resumed pulling his head up then slamming it back down to the base only it was made much better with the blonde thrusting his hips forward each time he came down.

He was moaning underneath the loud moans and cries from Hizashi, the sounds just as frantic and perhaps just as excited as his own were. He loved the grunts that flew out of Hizashi each time his hips snapped forward as he came down, making sure to swallow each time as he sucked frantically at the twitching length. He breathed quickly each time he came up then felt it fly out of him each time he was slammed down and he hoped to God that Hizashi would do it again.

That he would pin him against his pelvis, cut off his air again. Anything, he'd do anything for him to do it again. He was twitching, squirming on his knees as he focused on breathing as fast as he could when he was given the chance, but his poor lungs were positively shrieking as they struggled to inflate before being left empty again. He knew they wouldn't be able to take much more of this rough treatment.

Fuck, if his head wasn't spinning from the rough, fast pace of being yanked and pulled while hips shamelessly pounded against his face, and he had to squeeze his eyes shut again to keep the sensation from making him overwhelmed or nauseous again. It was getting hard to focus on swallowing, on sucking as he was, when every thought was focused on getting air to his starving lungs. He heard Hizashi shout out a curse, his hands slamming Shouta down as hard as he dared while his hips made up for that by delivering another one of those harsh, pounding thrusts.

And he got his wish. He was pressed tightly to his husband's pelvis again and he surprised even himself as he screamed out at the bliss, the utter euphoric excitement that crashed through him as he clawed viciously at his thighs. He swore he could come just with this alone. His shaking hands released the blonde's thighs in favor of flying downwards, grabbing the waistline of his pants and boxers shoving at them clumsily in his rush to get them down.

Felt nails clawing at his scalp, digging in painfully, as he let out a little grunt at getting both the offending articles of clothing down his thighs. He was surprised he hadn't noticed just how damp the fabric was, how the head of his twitching erection was leaking until it was resting against his stomach. How relieved he felt now that he freed it. But he still couldn't breathe. He raised one hand back up to the blonde's thigh, whimpering loudly as he felt a few more tears trickle down his cheeks.

He struggled to calm himself as the hips ground desperately, eagerly, against his mouth like they were intent on some type of revenge he couldn't wait to enact. Like Shouta had committed some grave offense and he wanted to choke the life out of him. God, would he do the same with his hands? He wished he had the air to moan like he wanted to but all that came out as a choked sound, not quite a gag, but it was all his throat could make when he had no air.

Fuck, his head was really spinning now. Throbbing too. It was like a drumbeat in his temples, his face felt clammy from the heat burning under his skin and yet the very last thing he wanted was for those grinding hips to move away. Yet he needed them too. Unlike the first time he was feeling himself approaching an actual, panicked desperation that was clawing through his euphoric excitement, and he was feeling his heart hammering painfully.

He needed air. He needed to breathe, and he needed to now! He feared he might actually pass out if he didn't get the air and yet he swore he had never felt so aroused in his whole life like he was right now. Such a new, fresh kink of his that was nothing like his years pining to indulge in roleplay or pet play but made fresh just in the past few weeks of doing this challenge with Hizashi. Like the newer the kink the better it was to explore. But this wasn't good, it wasn't good, but it was also so fucking good at the same time.

It was a battle on whether this was a good thing or a bad one as his lashes fluttered and he could see bright flashes of light behind his eyelids that promised if he didn't breathe right now he-! He was yanked upwards so fast his eyes flew open as he was tugged off of the blonde's erection, his mind uncomprehending it for a moment, before he gasped in air so violently, he coughed. And it was like once he started coughing, he couldn't stop as he gasped and heaved for air in between the wild coughs.

He felt the hands slid from his hair and he swayed backwards landing on his ass. It made his legs flick out awkwardly from the movement, his knees pressing together as his hands hit the floor and he gasped. His head leaned against the bed as his chest heaved painfully with each breath only for it to shudder as a round of coughing overtook him and then hands were on his hot, wet face and Hizashi was in front of him.

He hadn't even heard him hit the floor, but the hands were stroking his tears, his lips moving but he couldn't hear it over the pounding in his ears. Not yet. How did he use the air to say he was fine? Better than fine? That he was practically orgasmic and that he wanted more right now. Right goddamn now. Yet each time he spluttered for a word it came out as a puff of air as he continued sucking in breaths that made his very chest and lungs ache to take in. He wanted to reassure Hizashi that he was okay, that it was everything he wanted but that he also wanted his hands on his throat, wanted bruises there to show for something. He wanted them so badly he wanted to cry openly from the longing rather than his tears being triggered by little reactions.

"Sho, baby, sweetheart, are you okay? Jesus fucking Christ, you look awful! You sound awful! Do you need to go to the hospital? Do you need me to get you some water? Fuck, fuck, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Sho! I'm sorry!" He was babbling frantically, still breathless himself but Shouta felt a stab of worry as the babbling began cresting to a whimpering string of words as tears began gathering in those green eyes. "Baby, taps! Tap to tell me you're okay! Please, God, just tell me you're okay! Holy fucking shit, please! Please, I need- I can't-!"

He reached his shaking hands up to stroke the blonde's red cheeks just as those tears dripped down and rubbed them away sluggishly before tugging the blonde to his heaving chest and wrapping his arms around him. His breaths weren't as frantic, as desperate but he found them rasping and wheezing down his throat as the blonde's head lifted and fell with the force of his breaths as he swallowed the pooling saliva in his mouth to keep from drooling on his husband's head.

His chin was so slick already that he wondered faintly if it had been dripping to the floor, like his tears, and he sniffled surprised to find his nose was threatening to run in response to his tears. God, wouldn't that just be attractive? He felt like he was disgusting to look at; dripping tears, drool and God forbid if his nose started running. It would be awful. He couldn't be at all attractive to look at. And then he struggled to use his air to get the words he forced up his aching throat out of him.

"Fah-Fah-!" He clenched his jaw as he struggled to speak through the breaths until he swallowed again before speaking. "Ffffuck m-me, Zashi! I wan' m-more!"

"What?" The blonde screamed so loudly he flinched as the man wrenched himself away from Shouta who was still sucking breaths down and focusing on appeasing his burning lungs only to find that fresh tears had also dripped down Hizashi's face, no doubt from the way he reacted to anxiety and even the panic he was feeling.

He stared back what he hoped was evenly, rationally even as he watched the absolute shock take over every feature on his husband's face and flared in his eyes that were wide as saucers. Disbelief. He looked genuinely taken aback when he raised shaking hands up to touch Shouta's wet face. "Shouta, baby, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

He cringed against the bed, trying to ignore how he loved each time he swallowed that it ached mildly, and he felt a fresh heat crawl up to his already hot face making him wonder how he even felt the heat of another blush in his burning face. It should be impossible to feel. His chest no longer made those painful heaving motions, but he was still definitely far from catching his breath yet and he knew it didn't help a single thing right now.

But he was flying so damn high, so unbelievably aroused he felt like his blood was bubbling through his very veins and he twisted his hands together to keep from touching the blonde's red cheeks. It wouldn't help anything, would it? "Yo-You just fucked my throat so g-ggggoddamn hard bu-but it's okay! I just ne-need to catch my breath and th-then we ca-"

"Shouta, you're not listening!"

He flinched at the scream aimed so close to him, his ears throbbing at the sharp pitch, and he swallowed nervously as he watched the blonde who dropped his hands from his face, and they were shaking horribly. They bobbed in the air like he wasn't sure what to do with them when those wet eyes lifted to his own again. "Shouta, baby, I nearly hurt you and you can't say that I didn't! I know you didn't feel it, but you were going limp! You were actually about to pass the fuck out! Why the fuck did you let it go that far? Why didn't you tap? Why did I do that? Why did I let us go that far? It's so stupid and we shouldn't-!"

"Zashi!" He shouted over his husband who was babbling again though it wasn't the whimpering string of words from before and he raised his hands up grabbing those shaking, wavering hands in his tightly. He then laced their fingers together, an action that always calmed the blonde in the past, and he squeezed their hands together tightly as the blonde let out a shaky breath looking down for a moment.

"Lo-Love, I'm fine. I would've s-stop you in time! Like I sa-said, do you think I'm n-not strong 'nough to p-ppush you off? I cou-could've ignored it b-but I was going to push you o-off before you did. Let me c-catch my breath, okay? An-And you'll see 's all okay, okay?"

He hated the whimper that left his husband, but he tugged him to his chest, releasing his hands to do so and he pressed his cheek to the blonde locks of hair despite the drool he could feel drying slowly on his chin. He felt the blonde nuzzling his throat softly, a small little shiver of anticipation running over him, because he knew if he could show the blonde he really was okay then he'd hopefully go with it. It really was fine, he felt perfect- no, better than that.

He felt like he was on the brink, right there ready to fall off and he wanted to get there with Hizashi's hand around his throat squeezing every wisp of air out of him as he pounded him into the bed. Oh, was he even going to forgive him for this? He hated how his breath hitched at the thought, but he was glad, so unbelievably, that it was slowing down. It was taking some time but even as he heaved in his gasps, he still was confident they were far from those gulping-coughing breaths he'd taken just minutes ago.

He just needed a few minutes to appease his hungry, aching lungs. So, he took deep, even breaths that lifted Hizashi with them and the blonde was rubbing his back, sliding his hands up and down his sides softly or even rubbing his thighs every once in a while. All while seeming able to ignore the fact that he was still hard, and Shouta was still most definitely hard. He closed his eyes nuzzling his cheek against the soft locks of hair, inhaling the woodsy scent that clung to them that he adored above all else and squeezed the blonde to his heaving chest.

Sliding his hands up and down the blonde's back, lightly raking his nails along the skin feeling goosebumps rising beneath his fingertips and he then turned his head to begin peppering kisses against the top of his head. He was scared, he was freaked out, and Shouta understood that. He was the same way with the everything else they had done, especially the car sex, but he just needed the blonde to calm down and understand that he was okay.

There was air in his lungs, his head wasn't spinning and even the throbbing in his temples was gone. He was more than okay save for the soreness in his throat from it literally being slammed against but other than that everything was perfect. He was still feeling euphoric, still excited to continue, but this was honestly fun. He was having fun. He wanted to scream and wail only for his husband's hand to clamp down on his throat, cutting off the sounds.

He'd seen so many videos, read so many articles and even went so far as to make an embarrassing purchase in an obscure little bookstore that discussed the topic of choking plus more. He knew exactly what he was doing despite being so new to the whole kink it was nearly painful, but he wanted to explore it. If Hizashi just understood that he was okay, that he was ready to do everything and more then would he go along? Would he play the role Shouta wanted? He found himself swallowing again, used to the little pang in the back of his throat, and he pressed one more kiss to the top of his head before he felt confident that not only was his breathing closer to normal than it'd been minutes ago but also that he could speak without slurring or stuttering.

"Zashi? Are you okay?" He whispered the words only to hear a watery laugh against his throat and he drifted his hands along his back softly, pressing his hot cheek to the warmth of his hair and opened his eyes slowly as he prepared his next words. To say it in a way that didn't offend or make the blonde scream at him again was the key. "Zashi, I want you to know that I'm fine. I'm so unbelievably fine that you wouldn't believe it. If y-you were in my body right now, if you felt what I was feeling, and knew what I wanted you would know how okay I am."

"Shouta, you're not! I-I feel like you're just saying that so I won't freak out! But baby, you're-!"

"Practically orgasmic and I want more, so much more, and I can't stop thinking of how good your hand will feel on my throat. I want it so bad, Zashi, but I-I can't let you be upset. I can't put my wants above your emotions and mental state. I know you're scared; I know you're worried you did something wrong, but you didn't."

"How? How do you know I didn't do something wrong, Sho? How- This isn't light-hearted stuff! It's serious, baby! I could unintentionally hurt you! Kill you! You know how many chokings have gone wrong? Listen to a true crime podcast and you'll know! Just tell me how you know I didn't do anything wrong?"

"Because I know you didn't do anything wrong! You did everything that I could have possibly wanted and more. Do you know what I mean? Do you understand even a fraction of how I could be feeling? I want to go on. I want to continue but not if you're uncomfortable and you have to know you have an out too, Zashi, not just me. This is a challenge you came up with."

"I want to give you what you want, baby, but that-"

Hizashi hesitated as he brought a hand down his side rubbing at his waist gently, his breaths shuddering against his skin, and he couldn't place his tone nor the emotion beneath it. Ambiguous. He was hoping it would lean in his favor, hoping that the blonde would agree. He didn't need it long, he didn't want to be choked the whole time, just when he was right there about to come and that's when he wanted it cut off.

That's all he needed and wanted. He listened to the blonde take a deep breath pulling back, his eyes meeting Shouta's as he stared at his face so intently that he wondered what he looked like. Did he help his case or make it worse? The blonde swallowed, trailing fingers over the black-haired man's thighs when he let his gaze flicker down to the erection that still twitched in intervals against Shouta's stomach and surprisingly still going strong. Shouta felt a little wave of embarrassment when those green eyes lifted back up to him.

"How badly do you want this, Shouta? Genuinely, how bad?"

"So, fucking bad. So bad, Zashi, that I feel like I'm going crazy."

He then shut his eyes for a second to gather his words before forcing them open again, staring back determinedly. "I don't need you to choke me the whole time, just near the end. It won't be like with the blowjob where you choked me the whole time, that was just a fun little thing to do." Oh, maybe he shouldn't have said that. The blonde flinched at the word 'fun', and he bit his lip before dragging his teeth over it to speak again.

"Right before I cum, that's all I want. You don't even have to touch my throat before that, and you control how hard you squeeze. I want this so bad, Zashi, and I promise this will be the one and only time we do something like this. At least something this risky if it makes you uncomfortable."

"I thought you wanted brui-"

"No! It was- That was just talk, Zashi. Dirty talk because I got caught up in it. You don't have to do that, especially with how scary choking can be but you don't have to do that. In fact, you don't have to give me anything. You don't have to do a single goddamn thing with now, we can just fuck and then forget this ever happened and I'll choose something else. You've certainly done enough to make me get off by this point. "

Strange how he meant everywhere but disappointment made a knot in his throat at the thought, but he swallowed it down; would push it down because he would never- could never make his husband scared like that. It was rare as an adult he saw the blonde that worried, that scared, and he didn't want that. The last thing he wanted was to hurt or upset or even scare his poor husband like that. Never. He wouldn't let that happen again. He couldn't. Wouldn't. But it was shocking how badly he needed it. Wanted his hand around his throat. Just once.

"Zashi, you have as much choice to walk away and reject anything I suggest off the list as I do. The whole point of this list and challenge is explore kinks to make us both feel good, yeah? To explore new things together?"

"...Yes. Yes, it is."

"Then you have the choice, the opinion and the say so on what we do as well. If you can't, won't, or don't want to do this then it's okay, love. It's perfectly okay and I'll understand."

And he would. Choking someone was always a scary thing but the fact that he got off so hard on it wasn't lost on the blonde, but he didn't want him to be scared or unwilling to do it in the future. His legs twitched as the palms drifting over his thighs again, but they curled forward towards his inner thighs making them twitch open further instinctively as a breath hitched inwards hopefully.

He bit his lip again to keep the little sound in his throat when the blonde then shifted a hand forward to lightly brush the underside of his erection, shivers running down his spine making his feet squirm against the floor. He cleared his throat before he even thought of speaking again, releasing his lip to do so once again. "Zashi, love, you don't have to do this, and you never did. It's just a silly little thing that's so new I can't even say I've been wanting it for long."

"I want to try though."

He shivered feeling his heart skip and stumble over those beats, the hope so painful in his chest as the blonde's eyes rose to his again, only this time he could see a faint glimmer of determination. His lips were lightly trembling, there were still the faint signs of tear tracks on his cheeks and his lashes were wet, but his face was quickly changing to the glimmer he saw in his eyes, but the worry was still there. The anxiety.

"You try for me all the time, Shouta, no matter what I choose or how uncomfortable it may make you though you'd never say it. I-If it's right before then I can do that. I can choke you before and during an orgasm, because it doesn't matter if it was recent, you got interested in this kink, Sho."

"And it's still new. Zashi, I haven't wanted this nearly as long as you wanted to fuck me in the backseat or I wanted the pet play. This is new, and it's terrifying to do, Zashi, and I get that. But-"

"But it's still a kink, it's still something you want to try, and I want to explore these things with you but this time you have to use your taps and the other tells before you pass out! You have too! That's my only request in this. If you can do that then I'll choke you as hard as you want for as long as you want during your orgasm."

"Yes! Yes, I'll use the taps! I'll make sure I meet you on my end, I promise!"

He then was eagerly following the blonde as he stood up, holding his hands out for him to take and he let himself be heaved up onto his trembling legs. He then followed the blonde's lead by pushing the boxers and pants down to his ankles before kicking them off. He felt so excited, so damn hopeful, that his breaths threatened to crawl into fast breaths as he climbed onto the bed. He forced himself to take deep breaths as he turned facing the blonde who was pulling the condoms and lube out of the drawer then shutting it.

His hands shook lightly but Shouta offered a little smile that the blonde answered too before climbing onto the bed after him and went through the routine of ripping off a condom then tearing the packet open. Getting the slippery ring onto his erection and the cap to the lube popped open as he crawled between Shouta's legs prompting him to spread them to accommodate his husband who took a breath.

"It'll be okay, Zashi."

"Yeah." He bit his lip fighting the nervousness he felt at the bland answer, worry pricking in his chest as Hizashi lubed up his lingers but when his eyes raised, they softened as he leaned in kissing his chest softly. "Sorry, I'm just worried. We've never done it before and it's scary, but I'll be okay, I promise. So long as you're okay after this then I'll be okay."

His fingers had reached down between them to work their way to Shouta's entrance, slick fingers rubbing against it once he found it, and he lightly dragged his teeth across his bottom lip a few times before biting down again to muffle the moan that rang out when a finger pushed in. He was so ready to go, so close to blowing already, and he heard the blonde swallow as he thrusted his finger slowly.

Slid his hands along the sheets before laying back on his forearms, raising his hips upwards to give the blonde better access than the sitting position allowed, and he shivered when he felt that second finger rubbing lightly just outside of his hole. He could see a flash of arousal in those green eyes, something he knew the blonde couldn't hide in a million years, and he wondered if he was slowly going to get back to that point.

If he just needed the coaxing, the promises and the reassurances that Shouta had needed countless times for him to understand that this was controlled, and they weren't going to lose it like they did on Monday. He gasped as he released his lip as that second finger finally pushed in and he let his head drop back as he moaned again sensing the way his husband shivered if the quiver of his hand had anything to say about it.

It was easy to melt into the thrusts the fingers gave, how they flexed outwards pushing at his muscles, only to thrust in and press against his prostate making him jerk with another moan spilling out of him. His fingers dragged over the sheets a few times, pulling them loosely to his palms for him to grab and yank at when they finally got into it; like an anchor he was prepared to reach for. He could hear quiet noises leaving Hizashi when he pulled a particularly enthusiastic moan or groan from him.

He whimpered softly as the fingers thrusted roughly in rapid succession, grinding against his prostate harshly. His legs spasmed, shaking as his hands then clutched at the blankets moaned loudly as his hips bucked up eagerly only to whimper as the fingers flexed outwards harshly as if to push at him from the inside hard enough for him to understand. For him to feel even an ounce of the fear, the anxiety the blonde had, and he felt a stab of guilt in his chest.

He was getting what he wanted but what was the price? He didn't want Hizashi upset with him, angry because of what happened, but he knew that rationally it was to be expected once they were done. The blonde wouldn't bother hiding it from him, wouldn't even think twice about not addressing this further, and he knew he'd have to accept every little thing the blonde laid out for him. He moaned, twitching when the fingers ground against his prostate with that same harsh pressure and his hips thrusted upwards in frantic series of movements making a similar yet softer moan leave the blonde.

Couldn't help but squirm against the sheets when the fingers scissored outwards before thrusting forward to grind into his prostate again making him shout at the pleasure making him twitch as if he'd been electrocuted. His hips bounced upwards with that same eager movement as he gripped the sheets fiercely as his lips trailed over his chest softly. Could he feel the racing rhythm? Did his skin throb with each slam of his heart beneath his lips?

He was burning with just a few direct hits to his prostate, his lust sizzling beneath his skin in a noticeable manner; like he'd never stopped burning just lost his focus on it. He whimpered loudly when the fingers slid out of him, the blonde grabbing the tube again to squeeze a dollop onto his fingers then rub it against his entrance before the man planted his hands on the mattress sliding forward closer, his hips angling downwards to rub against him creating a slick sound.

Letting his shaking arms give out as he landed on his back, whimpering as the blonde continued sliding against him making him squirm as he went to plant his feet on the bed, but hands grabbed his knees to keep him from doing so. He blinked only to shiver when his legs were wrapped around the blonde's waist like earlier, and he didn't argue. Didn't want to protest. He didn't want to kick up a fuss when he was so so close to getting what he wanted.

There would be time to act bratty, to be stubborn, later. His jaw dropped on a choked cry that left him, a sound of such relief even to himself, as the blonde finally began pushing into him and he took a breath that fed into a shout so loud he swore it rang off the walls. He could hear the blonde groaning as he bottomed out, his pelvis pressed tightly against him and he tightened his legs around his husband's slim waist, as if to clutch him closer.

To keep him from ever pulling away. He whimpered as the blonde pulled back only to thrust forward in a shallow movement that had him raising his hands up to clutch at the blonde locks of hair instead as he tugged those fluttering lips from his chest. He parted his lips as he brought the blonde's face towards his own and the low groan he got sent shivers down his spine as lips covered his own.

He wondered if his lips were swollen against Hizashi's, with how they tingled so viciously he swore it was a buzz, and he happily met the blonde's tongue with his own. It was addicting how those hips continued the shallow thrusting, not at all as ruthless as he would want, but he wasn't going to complain, and he wasn't going to whine for he feared he would push Hizashi just not in the way he wanted.

Would let him work up to it this time and he'd keep his legs tightly around him, his hands in his hair clutching his face to his own. He moaned into the kiss as he played with his beloved tongue piercing wondering if it was possible that he loved it far more than Hizashi did, and his moan choked off into a whimper when the bottom of that piercing rubbed against his tongue. He squirmed delightfully when the shallow thrusts slowly worked themselves up to a proper thrust, the impact of his hips hitting against him was gentle like he was merely flicking him with his fingers.

He could feel the quick breaths through the blonde's nose brushing his cheek, his thighs trembling against his waist as he readjusted his legs to squeeze tighter. He happily twisted, stroked and flicked his tongue with Hizashi's as he swallowed as his mouth seemed to water ridiculously only to pour down his throat urging him to swallow. That he'd swallow unless he wanted to choke on it. He didn't want to do that.

God damn him, if he spooked Hizashi again, and he whined into the kiss as the blonde moved his tongue similarly to earlier. He shivered as he slid his hands from the blonde locks he'd gripped at to drag his nails down the blonde's back, hard as he moved over his shoulder blades, and lighter as he reached the center of his back. The moan he got from the blonde was all the reward he needed as he felt the thrusts coming faster.

Confidently. Like they were sinking into a regular, casual manner of having sex but he knew that they both were feeling quite differently about what was to come. Hizashi, anxious and worried. Shouta overwhelmingly excited and eager for it. He dragged his nails up and down the blonde's trembling back, fighting the urge to reach down and grab at his ass to jerk him forward faster and he moaned as the blonde pulled from the kiss.

He bit at his lip as he did so, the pain lightly throbbing from the pressure, and tugged just a bit before releasing it making Shouta whine as he squirmed against his husband eagerly. He whined again when a hand lifted from the bed to press against his chest, once again playfully swirling his fingers through the dark curls before sliding downwards towards his stomach and he arched his hips up eagerly against the blonde.

The gasp that tore out of him as the hand then wrapped around his erection, thumb rubbing against the tip making his gasp end with a cry as he jolted against his husband, and he dug his nails harshly into the blonde's back. It was surprising just how eager, just how desperate, he was to reach his orgasm rather than ward it off because he knew that that strong hand of his would be absolutely perfect on his throat.

Squeezing every wisp, slamming his hips against him as if to get the rest out had him moaning loudly, tilting his head back when the blonde leaned down to nip at his jaw lightly. He then did what he knew Hizashi loved; he dragged his nails as hard as he could down his back. He happily moaned as the blonde's hips jumped forward in a frenzy, slamming against him making him drag harder as he got as close to his lower back as he could and that was it.

That was the right kind of push for the blonde to adopt a fast, hard rhythm that had him groaning as he pressed his head back to the bed as he dug his heels into the blonde's tailbone without thinking twice. It was only the way he jerked at the pain it possibly caused that he whimpered out something- an apology maybe? He couldn't tell but he readjusted his legs so his heels could press just below the blonde's ass instead and moaned when he got the burning pain of a harsh bite to his throat, his lashes fluttering shut as he then repeated his motion.

Only he went upwards this time. The way Hizashi moaned, nearly keening the sound inspired him to press his nails harder against his skin as he came up to his shoulder blades and relished the harsh hit of hips against him. He felt them shift, the blonde angling himself ever so slightly, and then he felt as though he could be slammed right out of his own body as he wailed at the pleasure that shot up his spine.

Each hit against his prostate, each time it was stimulated, had him jolting like he had been electrocuted; like he was desperate to get away, but he tightened his limbs on the blonde. As if to keep him from even thinking of pulling away. His moans raised in their pitch, going higher with each one that spilled out of him it felt. It didn't help with the soreness he felt in his throat, but he relished the way Hizashi shuddered against him with each one that spilled out of him.

He was surprised by how much louder he sounded than his husband, who normally was far louder than him, and he whimpered as he picked up the faint sound of the blonde choking his groans in his throat as he bit and sucked frantically at his skin. His throat. He wanted to shout at him not too, that it was a forbidden area, and he knew that, but the words wouldn't come. Wouldn't come when it felt amazing.

He could hear the airy gasps that rushed over his lips each time the hips hit against his skin creating that rhythmic slapping, his legs shaking around the blonde's waist, and he was sure he wasn't going to last. Couldn't last when his lips still tingled and is jaw lightly ached again from his mouth being opened so long. When every time he swallowed he was reminded of the absolute rough face-fucking he'd been given. He could hear small grunts against his throat, tiny puffs of air fueling the sounds, and he opened his eyes staring up at the ceiling.

His hands clutched at the blonde who bit at his collar bone now after leaving what he must have thought to be a satisfactory number of possible hickeys on his throat. It was as he stared up at their pale ceiling that he knew it was over for him. He could feel his orgasm tightening, building like the most delicious pressure in the world as his thighs tensed and trembled, his stomach flexing eagerly as it spiraled him upwards.

He knew Hizashi could feel this little tells, could feel it better than even he could, because he moaned pulling his mouth from his collar bone to cover Shouta's again. He shouted delightedly into the blonde's mouth as the hips began pounding against him making the bed move with the movements of Shouta being slammed against it again and again with the force. He twisted his tongue with the blonde's eagerly, desperately moving it against the man's, and began clawing across his shoulder blades.

The words came to him and clogged his throat prompting him to turn his head breaking the kiss. Lips pressed against his cheek, down to his jaw as his lashes fluttered threatening to close at the pleasure that ripped and tore through him each time that pounding hit against his prostate. He wasn't lasting. He wasn't going too, and he didn't have a hope or a prayer of fighting it off. Not when he didn't want too because-

"Zashi! Ahh! Ah, gonna- mmmmn! Nnnnmm! Haah, I-I can't take it anymore! It's too g-good! So good! Yo-You're so fucking good! And-And I can't sto-Ah! Nnngh, Zashi! Zashi, Zashi, I'm- I- Mmmngh! "

His words were cut off when the hand that was on his erection flew up to do what he wanted; it gripped his throat tightly. He reached up to readjust the positioning of his fingers, digging into the right places that he remembered from those videos and the book but then moaned when they squeezed. His air didn't fly out of him but rather remained in his throat as it was cut off, not so tight that he couldn't get another raspy tight little breath down.

But then the fingers clutched tighter at his throat cutting even that off but it still wasn't as hard as it could have been and yet it was just enough that he was clawing desperately at the skin beneath his hands. He knew it would burn if he ripped the skin open, and he knew he'd feel bad when it was over, but he just couldn't focus on it. All that mattered was his legs were locking up, his eyes were rolling up as his lashes fluttered and hips were pounding him into the bed as he began feeling his lungs burn for a breath

. It was far faster than when he'd been forced to the blonde's pelvis, and he wondered if his lungs were just too tired? Too eager for air that any cut off was too much? He didn't know but the delightful pain that began radiating along his throat had him twisting, writhing against the blonde as his orgasm crested near painfully and it was made all the better by the lack of air. His lungs were quickly beginning to scream, to ache and spasm for a fresh breath already but he loved it.

Loved hearing Hizashi moaning as he squeezed around the blonde's erection tightly subconsciously. He could feel that light throbbing in his temples, his eyes squeezing shut as his body instinctively tried to breathe around the hand on his throat only to make these wheezing, rasp sounds croak out of him. He was absolutely delighted when the hand that had been clutching at him tightly dug in harder, squeezing him so fiercely he wondered if there really would be bruises of some kind when he walked away from this.

He knew it needed to be much longer for bruises to form but the tight squeeze to his skin, against his Adam's Apple, was shoving him closer, closer, closer. His head was swimming again like it had earlier, his brows coming together as his face burned hotly and he could feel the saliva pooling in the back of his throat that would choke him later if he didn't swallow fast enough. His lungs hurt.

His skin was hot, he was burning and squirming as the blonde's hips stuttered briefly before pounding against him harder like he was using every little bit of strength in his lithe body. It was the best. This was everything, absolutely everything, he could have ever hoped for. He could hear those clicking, croaked sounds choke off in a sound that could be mistaken as a gag when fingers flexed against his throat. He could feel that light throbbing in his temples kick up in intensity like the pressure that was building there and in his lungs.

Like they were going to give out any moment. They were faint, so very faint, but he could hear Hizashi talking but he just couldn't link them together in order to make them have any sense to them. His orgasm was burning in his groin as the blonde angled himself low enough so his erection could rub against his stomach, and he would have made some howling sound but again he didn't have the air.

He was fading. He felt a prick of worry, but he couldn't- What were his taps again? What did he do if he wanted him to stop? Did he want him to stop? He couldn't remember, he couldn't find answers, not when his throat was releasing a choked, gurgling sound as he bucked his hips up eagerly against the blonde as his orgasm ripped through him. It was the most intense orgasm he thinks he's ever had in his entire life.

Even the throbbing twitches his erection gave felt violent, even the way his come shot onto his stomach and he squirmed desperately against his husband as he clung onto him tightly. It was too much. His lungs hurt, his head hurt, and his throat hurt. He wasn't even aware of Hizashi reaching his own orgasm with shouts of his name, wasn't even aware of how fast a person could actually lose consciousness.

He had just lifted his fingers to weakly tap at the blonde's back when the lights flashed behind his eyelids and his head swayed, his body was burning, burning so hot it hurt and he just couldn't cling to consciousness...Maybe he could tap harder...? He wasn't even aware he'd gone limp, unresponsive, until air was rushing down his throat painfully. It was so much more painful than earlier, and his chest physically hurt as his lungs struggled to get a breath.

And then the air rushed down hungrily to expand the aching lungs. He still couldn't hear, he couldn't feel the bed beneath him, he couldn't feel the hands tapping at him. He couldn't feel anything other than the absolute pain of his air scraping down to his hungry lungs, agitating his throat and the absolute orgasmic bliss that was flooding every inch of him so intensely he trembled under it. He couldn't even answer what he knew had to be a frantic Hizashi.

Was he aware? Or had he fainted? Was this fainting? It didn't feel like fainting at all, so maybe he had released just in time? He didn't know how long he remained in this state; of gasping so hungrily his body hurt, his legs so tight around the blonde they ached, and his hands shaking violently against the sheets like the rest of him. He wanted to talk, wanted to speak to assure Hizashi it was alright but was it really?

He felt a flash of utter, gut-wrenching grief as a single realization came to him that nearly reduced him to sobs. Hizashi was never, ever going to do this again. Never. He was coming back to himself in increments just in time to hear he was sobbing, shaking hands against his forehead rather than on the bed like he thought, and the sound was so filled with that grief that he sounded hysterical. And he was. He knew he had possibly fucked up, but he felt so good that it was hard to cling to that thought.

He still gasped for air that sounded too loud in his ears as he sobbed in between each one, tears streaking down his temples to his hair. Then he heard it. Like a faint buzz his husband's voice was finally reaching him. "...outa! Shouta, bab...u okay? Tal...please! Shouta! Shouta!"

He forced his eyes to open, peeking through the lashes only to squeeze them shut again when the world spun wildly, which didn't pair well with the tears clouding his vision. He rubbed at his lashes to remove the tears, but the emotions were stronger, far stronger, than he could handle and he was sobbing like an absolute child as he sniffled only to feel hands on his hot cheeks. He was gasping for air to continue soothing his aching, burning lungs, hating that he was nowhere near ready to piece words together.

He strangled the sobs in his throat because he knew each one that came out only served to make Hizashi's panic rise higher and he sucked in a deep breath that had his chest shuddering as it flew out of him as his hearing became much clearer than it was before. "Shouta! Please, please! Please tap me if you're okay! Please, baby, look at me! Show me you're okay! Shouta, please!"

He was screaming again, his voice high and cracking as hands stroked his cheeks, the sides of his neck, rubbing his heaving chest as if to shake him back into his body and he couldn't answer. He couldn't get the right air and even then, he knew he wouldn't make much sense because the thoughts in his head didn't. They were jumbling becoming stuttered, slurred nonsense that he knew would only serve to fuck things up more.

Only make the blonde worry further. He focused on controlling his breath even with the blonde alternating between shrieking at him and whimpering as he moved his hands over him worriedly. He kept his hands tight against his eyes rubbing the tears away as he fought the sobs down, but he could feel his lip trembling viciously. All he knew, through this orgasmic haze of his, was that he had fucked up. He fucked up so bad this time and he didn't know what to do to fix it.

How could he fix anything when he felt so good and Hizashi was terrified above him? He couldn't speak, he couldn't even think of speaking and he hoped to God Hizashi would be patient. That he would hear him out when he was done gasping and heaving his air down. He knew it was terrifying, it was shocking, and he knew he had fucked up. It tore him apart to know so vividly that he had absolutely fucked up. But surely, Hizashi would hear him out, right? Right?