Fifty Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

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

9. Tie Me Up

Shouta wasn't a nosey person. He wasn't the type to put himself in a situation that didn't involve him personally and he didn't go out of his way to remedy certain situations if they didn't call for his presence. He did not put himself in other people's business; if someone wanted to go off and do something that didn't involve him then what did it matter to him? If he was to be involved, then he knew he would have been involved. If he was meant to know then he would have been told about it.

It was these little things that he was raised with during his childhood and youth by his mother and stepfather, hours spent telling him that he did not need to put himself out there to be nosey. He appreciated it, in a mangled and twisted way. However, no matter how many years he was raised not to be nosey and raised not to put himself in other people's business he couldn't help but find himself suspicious when Hizashi started leaving every night.

From six o'clock, right after dinner, he was flying out the door with a happy kiss on the head followed by a cheek rub for Eri, a ruffling of hair for Hitoshi, and a gentle kiss for him, then he was then out of the house until ten o'clock. Where the hell was Hizashi going that required him to be gone for four hours every night for the past week? Shouta didn't want to put himself in the blonde's business, didn't want to make him feel like he was smothering him or being annoyingly present over what he was doing but what else could he do?

He knew he should wait; knew he should just keep his head and wait until Hizashi was able to tell him. Wait, wait, wait. He had to wait. But he also didn't want to. He wanted to know NOW what he was running off to do every night and that resulted in him coming home with a heady, thick scent of incense on him. Especially when he knew damn well that Tensei, Nemuri nor Yagi used incense, so he clearly wasn't going to their places.

He hated that he felt suspicious, that he was pacing the floor most nights when the man left fighting the urge to fly after their car just to see where he was going. He wanted to let Hizashi go about his business, whatever it was, on his own and yet it was driving him crazy. His husband had secrets that he didn't divulge most of the time; everyone did. Every single person had a secret they would rather die than let out into the world and Shouta was no better.

He didn't want to make Hizashi angry or upset again, however. Not when they were finally falling back into what he hoped was their normal routine again. They had talked for hours that following weekend after the degradation, about the choking gone wrong incident, and even if they rehashed the elements of that day, they still talked about it. Talked until they decided to research, even take classes before they indulged in a kink if that's what it required.

So, this led to their normal sex routine as well; something that strangely enough felt- well, not bland but certainly not as interesting as the kinky sex they'd been having. He's sure he would be in a strait jacket if they didn't do even that while the blonde was leaving for four hours every night, but it still screamed for the question he wasn't asking. Where was Hizashi going every day at six only to return at ten?

It was the biggest, unspoken question between them, but Shouta really didn't want to come across as suspicious or paranoid, so he held his tongue and didn't ask. He instead focused on their adoptive children, focused on his class of literal problem children, and he focused on his grading, the afterschool tutoring he sometimes offered to his children and the patrols he took at night. Anything and everything to keep from asking the question.

Yet he wanted to know. This is where it led in present time; Shouta in the bedroom, pacing the floor in front of their TV so quickly and with such force did his feet strike the floor that the TV screen wobbled lightly but he hardly cared. Couldn't care. He had had enough. He was done waiting, done holding his tongue, done with not questioning his husband as he should have when he started disappearing like that after dinner.

He shouldn't have let it go on for two weeks like this, shouldn't have let himself get so crazy with the possibilities that he was pacing his floor like-like he was a parent. Like he was his mother. Oh, God, was that it? Was Shouta acting just like his own mother? Was he really about to pace this floor over and over, eyes flicking to the clock watching time sluggishly tick by, until Hizashi came home, and he spit out his accusations or suspicions like they were blades?

Jesus Christ, that was an awful thought. While he appreciated many lessons his mother instilled in him there were many things, she did that could be seen as overbearing or even toxic to another person. Actions that would make any sane person squint and tilt their head as it was debated if she was insane somehow. He didn't want to be like that. He didn't want to be pacing this floor, fighting the urge to gnaw his fingernails down to the quick and then shout at his husband the moment he walked into the house, into their bedroom.

He just wanted to know where his husband was going; it had nothing to do with infidelities, it had nothing to do with the suspicions he had a lover nor that he was into any illegal or nefarious acts. All he wanted was to know what the big secret was. He knew Hizashi was faithful to him, knew that he'd never cheat, and he knew that as a pro-hero his husband would never engage in illegal practices.

So, what did that leave him? Millions of possibilities. So many that he groaned quickly on his second circuit in front of the TV. What did he do? What did he say? How did he speak without the accusation so clear in his voice? He was turning to face the bedroom doors when he finally heard the sound of feet, no doubt in those heavy boots of his, thumping towards their bedroom. He was here? It was nearly ten-thirty this time!

He clenched his jaw tightly, grinding his teeth together as his arms instinctively hugged himself tightly as the doors ground open with Hizashi hushing one of their meowing cats. The blonde slipped into the room carefully, shutting the doors with a little sigh, before spinning around then jumping as his eyes widened at the sight of Shouta standing there with a glare on his face. "Sho, what are you still doing up? I thought you would've gone to bed hours ago!"

"Yeah, well, it's hard to go to sleep knowing your husband is running around doing God knows what." He snapped back only to groan internally at his own tone as his head screamed that he was doing this wrong, wrong, wrong, and saying it so wrong.

He sounded far too angry, far too suspicious, and he was spitting out words that implied something unspoken between the two of them that had those wide green eyes flicking over his face worriedly. He knew he should bite back the next words, that he shouldn't let them out, but his mouth was moving before his brain could stop it. "Just where the hell have you been, Zashi? Why haven't you said anything? You just run off after dinner and don't tell me anything! When have I ever judged you? About anything? So why can't you just tell me where you're go-"

"Sho, baby, I'm sorry!"

The blonde walked forward as he spoke, his gaze soft and filled with so much guilt that it made Shouta feel horrible about spitting out his words out with such a tone and he whined softly when his mouth pressed to the blonde's shoulder as he was tugged towards him. An arm crossed his lower back holding him tightly and the other coming up to cup the back of his head, stroking his hair softly as lips pressed softly against his own shoulder making him close his eyes.

Warm. Hizashi was always so warm, like he was truly a ray of sun. He could melt into that warmth no matter what he was doing; craved it when he felt the chill settling into his bones and moments like these were what he liked he best. That warmth, that comfort, the soft scent of his cologne mixed with that incense smell had him positively melting. Had his wild, racing thoughts quieting for the moment. Giving him a second of reprieve as he melted in his arms.

"Shouta, I'm not cheating on you if that's what you think! Or illegal shit, you know that! It's a little embarrassing to admit but, um, I've been taking classes. On Shibari."

He jerked back looking up at the blonde with wide eyes, the reality of his words hitting him so painfully that he felt a strange urge to beg forgiveness. For how he had been spitting his words, how he had been making himself crazy with ideas and conspiracies on what his husband was doing. But classes on Shibari? That was... different. Out of his realm of possibilities as to what the man was doing.

He stared at the blonde, eyes flicking over his face as if to find a hint of a lie or even if he was just joking about what he had been doing only to find nothing of the sort in his husband. He was serious? "Sh-Shibari? Really? What's the point of that?"

"What's the point? Sho, baby, there's always a point!" Hizashi replied with a laugh as he slid his hands up his sides from his waist, the fabric bunching up lightly only to flutter down as his hands moved past until both of his hands were cupping the sides of his neck, thumbs on his jaw. A comforting cradle that had him melting into it. "I thought you'd like it! I mean, I think you absolutely will! I'm no pro, nowhere near that good yet, but I know how to do a few little tricks! Like a single column and a double column! Oh, I even know how to make cuffs!"

"Cuffs?" He couldn't help the way he yelped the word, incredulous as he widened his eyes at his husband; a bit disbelieving. But the glow, the confidence that sparkled in those green eyes had him believing it. Hizashi wasn't one for lying, wasn't the one who wanted to do it unless he had to or thought it was best but with just one look at his bright face he knew it wasn't a lie. It was the truth but it didn't make it feel any more unbelievable.

"Yeah! There's the regular cuffs then there's the pullover cuffs, and just this week we've been learning chest bondage harnesses! I've been flying through them! They're really easy, I'm pretty confident I know the cuffs and columns easily enough! The chest one is a little more complicated, I'd have to watch a video to make sure I get it right but-"

"But why? You have yet to tell me the point other than you think I'll like it."

The blonde blinked at him before smiling at the black-haired man softly, thumbs rubbing circles into his jaw and Shouta had to admit it was hard to cling to any worry he might have had when his hands were so warm and so comforting on him. He let his eyes shut when the hands slid upwards to hold his jaw lightly tilting his face upwards, the soft brush of his skin against his stumbled cheeks created a soft sound in the room as he sighed.

"The point, Shouta, is I think you'd look so pretty all tied up for me. Laying on the bed, with the rope biting into your skin just enough that you could squirm but couldn't get out easily, looking up at me with those wide eyes of yours that could melt butter. How you'll pull at the ropes so hard, so constantly that you'll maybe chafe from the movement of the material against your skin, and you'll still be begging me for more?"

Oh. Okay, I can gt behind it. Maybe? He's- Wow, he's real interested in it, isn't he?

"You really think that's interesting, Zashi? Really?"

"Shouta, that is the hottest thing I could ever imagine! And the thought of you even more helpless, unable to touch me, as I fuck you is amazing, isn't it? That no matter how much you want too you can't touch me? How you'll feel the urge too, like last time, but you really can't touch me this time?"

He opened his eyes, feeling them widen at the blonde who chuckled at him softly before leaning in kissing his forehead then down lower to the tip of his nose before rubbing his against Shouta's making the black-haired man's scrunch up. His heart skipped in his chest at the soft nuzzling of their noses together, his hands coming up to lightly touch the blonde's wrists as he let out a breath. Of everything the blonde could have possibly been doing the fact that he was researching a whole kink, teaching himself it, was absolutely amazing but-

"When would we do it? If you're still new at it, then maybe-"

"Well, that's the thing! I can do the easier stuff, the new things I've learned so far because those aren't as, you know, dangerous as other stuff! So, some simple knots won't be too bad!"

The blonde chirped at him when he pulled back, his eyes sparkling at Shouta delightedly and he felt a blush crawl up to his cheeks and he saw a similar pinkness to his husband's cheek. His lashes trembled softly when a look of hope then began rising in his face and eyes like the sun rising; slow, stunning even no matter how many times it was seen. "We could do it now! It's not too late! It's only ten-thirty! If you want, I could just show you a few of the techniques!"

God, he loved this man. He really did. He lifted his hands then pressed them to Hizashi's chest where he could feel his heart thumping rapidly against his chest; as if he were more excited about it than he was saying. He sighed out softly when he then looked up at the blonde who seemed close to bouncing on his toes with the excitement pumping through him if that rapid heartbeat had anything to say about it.

He loved this man, he truly would for the rest of his life, but goddamn if he wasn't like a golden retriever most days. And god help him if he wasn't just idiotic some days as well even if though Shouta knew how clever and how smart the man truly was. "I thought you needed rope for shibari?"

"I have some! I keep in the top drawer with our toys and vibrators! It's been in there for a few days!"

He then lightly squeezed Shouta's cheeks before dropping them turning from the man to the dresser, lifting the cable box to get the little key, and slid it into the lock they'd installed forever ago on the drawer. It clicked quietly then he pulled it open reaching inside pulling out a length of rope bunched up in his hand, the end lightly dangling down as it unfurled slightly and he swallowed staring at it.

"I got it a few days ago, after I felt confident that I could do a few of the techniques! I was just waiting to learn the chest bondage one on Friday and I got a length just in case you wanted to try it when I mentioned it!"

"So, I'm just going to say this now and I don't want you to misunderstand or take my words the wrong way, okay?" Shouta spoke softly when he lifted his gaze from the rope up to his husband's curious face as he felt a stronger wave of heat rush up to his cheeks and he looked away. "You- On the list, you put down chair bondage and handcuffs."

"Yes, I did! What about it?"

"Well, isn't all this falling under the same category? Isn't shibari just Japanese bondage? How are the other two going to work? We're supposed to explore different things but if they all fall under the same umbrella, the same category, then how does it make it differ-"

"Because each one is a little different! Shibari is super different!" That same, cheerful tone chirped at him only for those blonde lashes to lower and his lips to curl into a deeper smile; amused but there was a trace of heat. As if he were having fun humoring a child but was about to lecture them on how they were horribly wrong. "But Shouta -light of my life, sweetest boy, my darling baby, love of my life- who said they were going to be used on you?"

His face burned hotly staring at the blonde who smiled at him in that slow, wicked way as his eyes glittered and he felt his eyelids flick lightly until he was sure his wide eyes were comically huge. His jaw dropped slightly giving him a look he was sure mimicked the ones Hizashi had pulled when he suggested the roleplay, the degradation, and when he'd walked in on the pet play. A surprised, stunned look. Hizashi wanted to be tied up too? Wanted to be strapped to a chair? Handcuffed? He wanted to be-?

"Baby, I can see your mind working a million miles an hour! It's exciting, isn't it? Your all too willing husband being all tied up? Just as helpless as you? Can you imagine that? Me, handcuffed to the bed and unable to touch? How desperate it must be to be tied down to a chair as well? I'd be all yours to use, unable to move and unable to touch while you fuck yourself on me? I'd be no more than a vocal dildo for you to get off on!"

"Zashi!" He flinched at the breathy pitch of his voice as he watched Hizashi walk towards him, his boots thumping softly on the floor, and he began walking backwards towards the bed as his heart flew against his chest.

Beating so hard it felt like it was throbbing with intensity. His mind was boggling over the fact that his husband -his confident and painfully bold husband- wanted to be tied up, handcuffed even, and used like that. The image that those words painted was fascinating. It was an impossibility that he could never have imagined ever being considered into reality. It was everything he wanted for the longest time but something he thought would be just that. Impossible.

But imagine, imagine, imagine him like that. Tied down to a chair, unable to move or even really thrust up, pinned to the chair unable to do anything other than sit there. Or imagine his hands locked together with the cuffs. Would they be above his head? Or behind his back? Which would be better? Would both be good? Yesss, yes, it would. God, both! Both would be amazing! His hair would spread out around his shoulders and beneath his neck but he always asks me to straighten it out. Oh god, would he be loud? Would he squirm? Buck and writhe because he can't move as he wants? Can't touch me like he wants too? Would he beg? Beg for me? Would he call out in that high voice "Shouta! Shouta, please!"? Fuck, just the thought of his pretty red face, tears that would build up and how his voice would go impossibly higher as I-

"You're hard, Sho." He jumped looking up as his legs hit the bed knocking him backwards into a sitting position, the bed bouncing with him as he stared with wide eyes up at the blonde who squatted down in front of him.

Then his lips curled into a smirk, one so smug and so damn pleased with himself that he shivered at the way it made his eyes flash with heat at him when he looked up from under his lashes. He breathed in sharply when his left hand slid along his thigh, curving down to the sensitive inner thigh of his, the muscles jumping eagerly as he let out that sharp breath just as fast. Like he needed it out of him as fast as possible to get more air to his lungs. To clear his head.

"You really like that idea so much? Dirty boy."

"B-Because you put it there! I didn't once think any of that!" He couldn't keep the snap out of his voice as he looked away from the blonde, tensing instinctively as his shoulders twitched up. "Jesus, all you ever do is say stuff that's so embarrassing just to bother me!"

"Mmmm does it bother you? Or-"

"Yes!"

His husband's smirk widened, his eyes beginning to smolder up at him making a shiver run over him when the blonde stretched up to hover before his groin. His eyes flickered down at the bulge that made itself quite obvious against the soft fabric then back up. Lustful. Hungry. As if he was a meal he was about to dive head first into and he swallowed down a moan at the sight of that all too familiar look. Fought the urge to squirm underneath it when the blonde smirked at him.

"Does it embarrass you, Sho, or does it get you off? You never complain about my dirty talk! Never. Not once in all our time together have you complained about me talking like that to you. You know why I think you haven't said anything about it?"

Fuck. Fuck! He felt like a mouse being closed in by the cat; there was a corner looming, and he wouldn't be able to get away. His lips trembled wordlessly, his face too hot to not imagine the red shade it had to be, and he gripped the edge of the bed tightly. He could ignore his husband's words, he could snap at him to save face, but did he want too? They were alone, something that Hizashi had said was their safe space.

Just the two of them. And that he would never judge Shouta, would never make fun of him later, and it made his breath rush out over trembling lips. Those green eyes stared up at him again, their smoldering had his own skin flashing with heat as the blonde lashes flickered as they roamed over his face. Waiting. Waiting for an answer he knew would come. He knew whatever he said he needed to be confident, bold like Hizashi, but his throat warned him that he didn't have the strength for it. But he needed to-

"Why?"

The single word trembled out of him like he expected it too on the whisper that rushed out. The way Hizashi's eyes glimmered with delight at the sound was sending waves of heat through him. Then he yelped when the blonde placed his hands onto his knees, squeezing gently before ripping his thighs apart. He then leaned in nuzzling his cheek to the bulge making Shouta's next breath hitch and strangle itself in his throat.

The pressure, the mere touch of something against it, was sending little jolts of pleasure through him as he swallowed down another little moan at the sensation of the blonde's face pressing against him. "Zashi-!"

"Because you like it! You like it when I say those things because it excites you, because you like being confronted with truths! Why else would you get off so hard on the degradation?" Hizashi questioned with that low, dangerous tone that bordered on a husky arousal or perhaps even a deep pride.

He couldn't pin the tone as the blonde has said then while rubbing, squishing and nuzzling his cheek to his clothed erection. As if it were something he beloved, something he had been reunited with and wanted to show his appreciation too. It was a nice, good pressure against the bulge straining against the fabric of his pants. It was damn good. Soft, rubbing motions of his cheek against it had his hips twitching with the urge to buck up.

To press further into the sensation that was making his toes absolutely curl against the carpet and had him fighting the urge to squeeze his thighs shut. To copy that nuzzling motion with a rubbing one that he could force by knotting his fingers up in his blonde hair. Forcing his husband's face to his groin if it meant rubbing that cheek against him. God, he always did love when Hizashi was freshly shave; his cheek soft from the aftershave and lotion. How good it felt. And then he tilted his head to glance up at him, blonde lashes fluttering with the movement and there was a wicked smugness in those eyes that made him whimper quietly.

"I know you like it because you do it too. You probably get off harder on your own voice shouting back the filthiest shit it has than by what I say. You're a slut who likes getting what he wants and likes hearing what I'll do to him, aren't you, baby?"

He clung to the edge of the bed, knuckles going white from the fierce way he clung to it and felt his next breath wheeze out ending on a choked whimper. To be called a slut and then followed quickly by "baby" was strange. Two words that had never been breathed in the same sentence before. It created a strange series of emotions in his chest that were indescribable, but all came to the same conclusion. He liked it. He liked it a whole lot. "Zashi, I-I don't- Ah! Mmmmnnn, don't! I'm trying to ta- Nnnngh! Goddammit!"

The blonde released a chuckle against his groin, the vibrations had his toes curling tightly against the carpet. He moaned low in his throat as the blonde licked at the bulge happily, suckling roughly at it in between. It's what Shouts had done to him during the pet play. Hizashi hadn't mentioned how good it felt though. How maddening it was to feel the suction, the movement of his tongue against him. How his mind knew just how good it would feel on his dick.

He clenched his jaw as a shaky moan spilled out of him as Hizashi began playfully suckling again. Only this time the blonde used his quirk. While Hizashi could drop his voice to deep rumbling frequencies or raise it to high, ear rupturing screeches there was one thing he did with that quirk that drove him nuts. Hizashi could make buzzing, vibrating frequencies in the back of his throat. He needed a good breath but often than not they were powerful or mediocre depending on what he needed at the moment.

When he had shown Shouta back when they were teens, he had called the blonde a human equivalent of a vibrator just to tease him. Only to find out very quick how fucking right he was. Hizashi rarely used it because he saw no need for it when he could get Shouta off without it. Shouta, on the other hand, was always too shy to admit he wanted it to happen more. Now it was used like a treat. A reward or a way to spoil him.

He gasped in an attempt to keep the cry from spilling out of him as the blonde started buzzing happily against him. His hands flew from the edge of the bed to the locks of hair tightly as he shouted out anyways. His hips bucked instinctively against the blonde who dropped the rope in order to slide his hands up his thighs. Fingers kneaded at the tightening muscles as the blonde buzzed away and Shouts was gasping as squirmed when the blonde used another breath to kick up the frequency resulting in a faster buzzing.

One that had him fighting the urge to drop backwards on the bed. He whined when the blonde pull back, taking a breath before smiling up at Shouta as he slid his hands up to his groin. He jerked his hips forward eagerly when fingers pressed against the wet fabric before rubbing slowly at him. It dragged a moan out of him, his head tipping back just a bit as he hissed in a breath when the blonde clicked his tongue piercing against his teeth. The sound had him opening his eyes to look down at his husband.

"Before I tie you up, baby, we need to go over a few things." Shouts frowned at the blonde who chuckled gently as he felt the black-haired man's thigh twitch under his hand as it moved to spread himself wider. "The kinks we're going into, at least a few of them, tap into BDSM quite a bit. You know about that stuff, right? What it stands for and involves?"

"B is for bondage, D is for discipline or dominance, S is for sadism and M for masochism. It's a community of people that have sexual preferences for control, whether it's physical or emotional and it involves pain. But it also deals with dominant and submissive roles. And requires a lot of trust in the one controlling everything."

God, he sounded like a student spitting out facts from a textbook. Like he was one of his own students giving a book report or giving a PowerPoint project on the shitty white screen he pulled down for it. Something he'd merely rehearsed before spitting it out. His face was much too hot for his liking and yet he could see pride glimmering in his husband's eyes. The little movements of his hand quickly jumped back to that rubbing rhythm making him shiver.

"Good boy!" He shuddered at the cooing tone of his husband looking away when the blonde smiled. It was a tone similar to how he praised a small child or a student. "You got it! Now, I need to make sure you're comfortable with something like that. BDSM isn't a whim to jump into blindly and it means you have to put every bit of trust in me. Is that something you can do? Would you want to do something like that?"

Would he like that? That was a loaded question in and of itself. Shouta already put all his trust into Hizashi, how much more was required when he trusted the man with his life? And while he was no stranger to the themes of BDSM that were lightly sprinkled in their sex life it was different. This was diving in, learning and adapting to BDSM. He was entering something he knew about in theory but had never engaged realistically.

He could spit out the definitions all he wanted hut that meant nothing to the actual act. So, did he want to? Would he like that? He shivered as the hand came to a stop on him, closing his eyes as he took a breath. He didn't know how he would react to it, didn't know if BDSM was even FOR him or something he was interested in, but he was willing to try. Willing to dip his toes into the water. He generically thought of himself as an open minded person, someone who would try something once whether it was in general or sexual.

He wasn't one to balk or refuse out right because he never knew if it was something that he agreed with or something he found attractive in his partner so why would he deny it? He was willing to try anything once and if he never did it again then it was fine because he at least tried it. He opened his eyes after grounding himself, looking down at Hizashi's painfully hopeful pink flushed face and his wide eyes that stared up at him.

Locks of hair drifted over his face messily from his grip, spilled down his shoulders and the effect had him looking beautiful. So goddamn beautiful. He cleared his throat before speaking as eyebrows jumped up on the blonde's forehead hopefully. "We've never done anything related to that. But I can try. We can give it a try and see how we feel about it."

"Thank you, Shouta!" The blonde screamed while throwing his arms around his waist, burying his face into his stomach now. He was never more grateful they had sound proofed their room than he is now. It cost a pretty penny, but he was glad for it. The blonde pulled him from his thoughts as he jumped to his feet, rope in hand again. "Okay! Okay, okay, okay! So, ground rules! We need a safe word! What kind of safe word should we have? Do you have any suggestions?"

A safe word? A safe word could be anything and yet he froze wondering just what he wanted to suggest. It could be anything, yet he was losing his words faster than he thought possible. He felt frantic, scratching and clawing at his own mind for something. Anything. He was sure he was a sight with his red face, the way he was frantically looking from his husband to the room around them. Cat? No. Drawer? No. Lightbulb? No! Sheets? No! Fuck, what could he suggest?

Why was it suddenly so hard to come up with something? It wasn't like he was put right on the spot or was expected to have something ready on the fly. It's not like he could have ever expected something like this to be discussed between him and his husband. However he needed to say something, literally anything but he couldn't bring himself to say the words he'd just named off. He looked to his husband; his face hot with the embarrassment welling up inside of him as the blonde looked at him with a soft smile. Looked with all the patience in the world it seemed.

God, how could one man be so patient? He was far luckier than he deserved, and those eyes were so- Oh! "Sho, it's okay if- "

"Emerald."

The word flew out of him before he even thought to stop it, his gaze locked on to Hizashi's and he dropped his gaze down after a moment. Then back up as he took a breath. He hoped to God his husband wouldn't ask how he settled on emerald because he wasn't sure he could answer without stumbling over his words. How could he say that he loved the color of his husband's eyes so much that he spit out the first word that came to him?

The first thing he thought of when he met those green eyes of his? It was too embarrassing to even think let alone say outloud to the man that had the eyes that brought out the word. "Is that okay? I-I can't be making all the choices when it comes to this because it's your turn to choose and- "

He jumped when the blonde bent over placing his hands onto his thighs again, a warmth to his face and an affectionate look in his eyes. His hair was still messy from Shouta clutching and twisting it around his fingers giving him a strangely confident yet messy look. And he loved it. "Baby, you don't have to say that every time we have sex with a new kink! I want your opinions, I want your thoughts, and I want you to throw suggestions in too! I've said it before, and I'll keep saying it, but your pleasure is just as important as mine. I want you to feel good with me, Sho, not worried you're being selfish. Okay?"

"Okay." He whispered back to the blonde who smiled as he then leaned in pressing their lips together in a warm, tender kiss. The type that made his toes curl and his heart race wildly against his chest. He hummed quietly into the kiss only to make a soft noise when he realized Hizashi was pushing him.

He was moving back in stiff inches, part of him refusing to fall back so easily and the blonde seemed all too happy to coax him onto his back. The blonde always did like to get him on his back for some reason. No matter what they were doing, Hizashi's skillful hands would be flipping and pinning him down on his back. It was an expected thing when he was along with Hizashi and often than not he would fight his way on top.

It always left him smug, left him victorious when he straddled the blonde's waist, and by the look in those green eyes each time he did it, he was sure Hizashi felt the same. As if he were proud of him for knocking him off and climbing on top of him. It was like a game of cat and mouse where he often won against the cat. He then found himself flying backwards with a muffled shout against his husband's lips and the man pulled back with a wide smirk that had him glaring.

"Asshole."

"You love me, and you know it!"

He glared as the blonde straightens up again, the rope thumping onto the bed next to him and he then looked to the item with a raised brow. He was opening his mouth to speak only to shout again when his pants came flying down his legs, eyes flying down then up at Hizashi. "You gotta take them off, baby. Same with your shirt unless you want to have fabric under the rope! Or wait do you want to keep it on? Rope isn't comfortable but- "

"Shut the fuck up!" He hissed at the blonde before reaching down tugging on the fabric then wiggling it up over his head awkwardly and tossing it.

Then he glared viciously at his husband when the man dared to look at him with a look of faint concern. It was a complete contradiction to the way that he had all but yanked his pants down his legs along with his boxers in record time. Faster than what Shouta could ever do on his own and he dared to look at him like that? It was absolutely hilariously ridiculous of him to have that look. "Don't look at me like that! You're going to tie me up! We're going to end up fucking either way so don't look worried when you just ripped my pants down. Now finish with the rules."

The startled look he got from the blonde nearly made him smirk, but he fought it down valiantly. Or so he thought. The corner of his twitched up and he bit his lip when the startled look washed away for such a mischievous, knowing look on the blonde's face. As if he were suddenly realizing something very important. Finding the missing key. And Shouta had not a clue why the blonde was looking at him like.

Eyes wide, lashes fluttering as they flicked over his face, and that stupid little mustache twitched as his mouth dropped open giving him more of an awed look as the corners of his open mouth began twitching into a smile. Or was it a grin? The realization was melting away in his gaze for one more familiar; smug. As if he had not only realized a secret, a hidden piece of information, but now he was going to exploit it. Just what had happened in the two seconds he responded to his husband?

"Oh, you like this more than you're saying, you little shit! Acting all big and bad when you're probably so goddamn hard it hurts! You're always tying people up with your capture weapon that I bet you want that for yourself, don't you? To be all tangled up so tight you feel like you can't even breathe right with me fucking you? Fucking you so hard that you can't get away or squirm free like is what you want, isn't it? I can see it, Sho!"

"Rules, Zashi, the rules!"

He hated the gasping tone that his voice pitched too, betraying the way he reacted to the words alone because, yes, they were true. So many times, he fought the urge to wrap himself in the capture weapon just to see what it'd feel like. To know how it would feel to be squeezed that tightly. He never did it, of course, but the idea of being bound with that rope, knowing what was following had him breathless. He felt hot. So very hot. Why?

Nothing even happened yet but he had heat swelling lazily beneath his skin making a clammy sheen break out over his forehead. He was falling apart with a few naughty words from his husband which truly was pathetic of him. "Zashi- "

"You're so good, Sho, but so very naughty. Dirty boy, look at you, all excited already and I've barely done anything to you."

Shit, the way he pitched his voice lower to a rumbling quality had him swallowing a whimper as the sound shot straight to his dick. He sucked in a breath when green eyes flickered down, noting the eager little twitch his erection gave and shivered when the blonde moved a hand from his thigh to drift his fingers along the underside. "We're going to use the color system. Green is perfectly fine, and you want to keep going, yellow means to slow down or that you need a minute to compose yourself, and red means to stop everything right that second, that whatever I'm doing doesn't feel good at all. You understand that?"

"Yes!"

"Then repeat them back to me."

"Green is good, yellow is for giving it a second, and red to stop!"

"Such a good boy! Now, I have one order for tonight and going further into our BDSM dipping. I want you to not use my name, but because you're able and you're completely used to it you're going to call me Daddy. And that applies to anything further that we do that's connected to the BDSM theme. And to make things fair I'll call you something much better than my usual terms of endearment! I'll call you kitten."

Shouta's breath rasped down as the blonde leaned towards him raising his brows at him. Waiting again. He glanced at his skin; sure, it had finally burst into flames but no. No flames on top of his skin but rather beneath him that burned so viciously he was sure he'd smolder away. He hadn't been called kitten since the pet play; he hadn't asked for Hizashi to call him it like how the blonde constantly asked to be called Daddy.

He watched the blonde smirk at him with a victorious edge to it that left him squirming backwards with the blonde kicking his boots off. Watched the shirt come up and over his head, the hands dropping to unbutton and unzip pants before shoving them down. He nearly choked on the saliva pooling in his mouth at the sight of his husband's erection. A reaction he'd never fail to have. It was impressive after all, and if he could he'd be on his knees whenever the man demanded, and he knew Hizashi felt the same.

He swallowed trying to think of a reply when the bed dipped as the blonde crawled up onto the mattress towards him making him twitch."Turn around, kitten. Arms up too and on your knees, I need to get to work if you want to enjoy tonight. Do you want your hands bound too?"

"Yesss!" He breathed out the word as he jerked himself up onto his knees, sure the excitement at the thought would be hard to deny later but he didn't care at the moment. Couldn't bring himself to care. He instead held himself still with his arms being raised just enough to make it easy for Hizashi to get to work. He hummed when the rope was then pressed to his kin snuggly, the texture not at all what he was expecting. "Its soft."

"Hmm?"

"The rope. It's soft. Thinner too."

The chuckle he got in response made chills run down his spine as the air used for it brushed against his shoulder briefly. "Well, yeah! I wouldn't use actual rope on you for the first time! Or at all, honestly. Too rough on the skin and I don't want you to get rope burn. So, I got this rope online, had it cleared by my teacher at the classes, and felt better about it! It's made out of cotton though it's a bit silky right? It won't cause any burning for your skin. Maybe a but if chaffing if you pull too much but your skin has always been pretty delicate, kitten."

"Oh, go fuck yourself! It's not that delicate!"

"Mmmmm, I don't know who you're talking too, mind clearing that up?"

"You!"

"And who am I right now?"

Oh, for the love of fucking God. He gritted his teeth fiercely, his jaw clicking lightly with the movements. Of course, it was strangely growing natural the way they used the word from time to time and it mortified him to think of it there was also the fact that he could say it. He found it was becoming just as natural as calling out the blonde's name and that alone made him want to crumble into a ball to hide from the world. To think that Daddy could become part of their sex life despite him vowing that it wouldn't be a recurring thing was just embarrassing.

Nothing got Hizashi off like his name being called and yet the man was always wild when he called him Daddy. Like he'd put himself on a leash but the moment it was uttered that leash was snapped in half and he was a feral man that wanted nothing more than to fuck Shouta into the bed. It was thrilling yet embarrassing at the same time that it was abundantly clear Hizashi wasn't going to give up on the name any time soon when he had a clear preference to it.

He felt the rope dig into his skin tightly making him glare down at his chest as the blonde tugged at them. "Go fuck yourself, Daddy!"

He shivered when he felt warmth again at his ear followed quickly by teeth nipping at the shell of his ear making his own breath hitch in. He bit his lip to hold back a little sound when those teeth bit roughly at his ear lobe, the ropes lightly digging in just a bit when the blonde chuckled softly. "Good boy."

And the blonde kissed his shoulder before focusing on thing the rope around by is torso, leaning around him then behind him to make sure he was doing it right which had Shouta grinning. He could only imagine the look of concentration on his husband's face when he disappeared from sight and he fought the urge to laugh at the thought of blonde brows coming together, nostril a flaring, lips pursing or curling with that emotion.

It wasn't until Hizashi was pulling away did he realize his amusement was feeling faint- no he felt faint. Like he'd been lazily drifting only now he was aware of it. Very aware. It was like he was about to float right up out of his body, his head felt light as can be and he could feel every little drop of tension melting off of him. He could hear the blonde chuckle softly when the final knot on his chest harness was tied into place, the rope digging deliciously into his skin.

When the blonde focused on using his remaining rope to make as simple a column as he could, Shouta couldn't focus. He could feel the rope around his wrists, but it felt like it was happening a million miles away. To another person, another him that was swaying on his knees as if he was about to drop down onto the mattress. It was stranger than the sensation of heat BURNING under his skin until he was desperate for Hizashi to touch him.

It was far different. It wasn't bad but it was something he hadn't exactly experienced before or at least he doesn't remember experiencing this. What triggered it? What threw him into this space? It couldn't be the rope. It couldn't be, could it? Why now would that happen when it didn't before? He couldn't pin his thoughts down or find the answers he knew were there and he felt arms around his waist sliding up where fingers slid underneath the rope tugging lightly at it as if to make sure there was some give.

Like he as testing a collar on the cats to make sure it wasn't too tight. He looked down dazedly, his brows coming together in a brief flash of confusion, when the hands then slid up and he shivered when palms brushed over his nipples. He whimpered softly when Hizashi's breath tickled his shoulder again. "What's your color, kitten?"

Color? What color? He wasn't- Oh. "Green."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! Yes, I'm sure! Just-Please? Please fuck me already! Please, Daddy? I want- I need it, so please? I've b-been patient, haven't I?" He sounded breathless even to himself, something he couldn't hide even if he wanted to, and he twisted slightly when the palms brushed against his nipples again. He arched his chest forward eagerly as he pressed the back of his head against Hizashi's shoulder, his knees sliding farther apart on the sheets, and he pressed himself tightly to the blonde.

"I c-can't even move, can't touch myself at all and it hurts, Daddy. Touch me? Touch me, please? Please? Please, please please touch me-!"

"Shhhh, you're getting yourself all worked up, kitten." Hizashi murmured as his cheek pressed against his forehead, fingers drifting lightly over his nipples now while occasionally tracing the rim of his areolas making Shouta whimper. He swallowed a noise down that wanted to follow that whimper as hands then slid over his rope bound chest, down his sides then coming together down his stomach towards his pelvis.

His hips jumped forward eagerly, his breath hitching down his throat as his hands squirmed in their bound position. "You really want me to fuck you that bad, huh? So, worked up from a few naughty words and a little vibration? You want me that bad? How bad do you want me? Want this?"

"So bad! Please! It hurts, it hurts so much, I want it!"

His hips jumped forward again, arching up with a whimper sliding out of him again as fingers drifted lightly down the length of his erection making him squirm but the blonde let out a soft chuckle. That strange, detached feeling wasn't letting up, it wasn't going away, but rather like he was sinking deeper into it. He was losing himself in a far different way than he'd ever experienced, and it felt like he would be anything, do anything, if it meant that he'd get what he needed from his husband. Anything, absolutely anything.

He'd beg, he'd scream, and he'd praise him like he was God if it meant he touched him. He'd do anything. "Zas- Daddy, please! Fuck me good, fuck me so good I want out! Just touch me, touch me and love me, please? Give me all of it! Every little th-thing and more! Just do it! I want it!"

"Really? My goodness, kitten, you want me that bad? It hurts to be empty? To want my cock that badly?"

He whimpered at the whispered words; his head was so light; all of him felt so very light. He swore he'd float up to the ceiling any moment, yet this strange desperate urge to just be touched was strong. So strong it kept him in his body. Kept him aware. He was whimpering when fingers curled around his erection, the touch alone nearly enough to make him beg. To make him scream at the blonde.

"Though I suppose if you want me inside you and you want me to touch you and fuck you good then who am I to refuse you? Beautiful boy, sweet thing, I could never reject that request."

"Th-Then do it! Do it!" He whined his words when he was wiggling his hands again, the rope biting into his skin delightfully and he swore it just made his condition worsen. Or enhanced. He didn't know but he wanted to feel the hands on him, to keep him anchored in his body before he flew away. He squirmed, pushing against the rope around his wrists to see if there was any give, anything that would let him slip free by chance, and he found not one give. It was tight in the perfect way that if he really wanted out, he could untie himself but until then it wouldn't give out or come unraveled easily. It was perfect. So perfect.

"Oh, I'll do it, kitten, and I'll do it good. I know how you like it; I know exactly what you want, and I know how you want it. I know how to give good boys what they want-" His words paused when he dipped his head down to kiss his shoulder softly. "-and I know how to give slutty boys what they want too."

Then teeth bit at his skin making him moan eagerly when the hand around his erection began a slow stroking pace. Lazy. Like they had all the time in the world, and he let his eyes shut with another moan flying out of him when a thumb rubbed at the head when it came upwards. "Though I know exactly how to fuck a good, slutty boy. I know what to do to drive you crazy, kitten, and while I could do all of that tonight, I know you don't have much patience. Now, let's get you ready, okay?"

He couldn't bring himself to answer but rather made a keening sound in the back of his throat, a whimper or a whine perhaps, but he couldn't pin the pitch. All he knew was it betrayed his eagerness, the excitement, as he curled his fingers to his palms tightly to fight the urge to tug at the ropes again. Each time he did so he swore he drifted farther away. He let Hizashi lay him onto his side, the man crawling over him towards the bedside table for the usual items and he shivered when he felt the blonde's erection rub against his thigh from the action.

He felt those green eyes flick down to him curiously, but he turned his face towards the bedsheets, the drawer snapping shut, and when he peeked up the blonde was smirking down at him. Then he slid his hips forward again rubbing himself against his thigh again drawing a quiet moan from the black-haired man, his hands tugging at the ropes, and the blonde pulled away with a chuckle.

"That's interesting. Though we'll visit that again when it's your turn to pick, kitten." He shivered at the excitement that raced through him when the blonde pulled out a condom, using his other hand to pop open the lube with his nails. "You know, you told me when we were using the gag I could cum in you any time I wanted too, and I know you're probably waiting for me to do that, right? Well, I'll do it. Eventually. And knowing you, I know you'll love it even when you bitch about it later."

"I won't!" He growled the two words out which was a stark contrast to his breathless, whimpering tone moments ago and he was flipped onto his back where his hands pressed against the mattress.

He could feel the rope rubbing lightly at his skin, digging into his skin again like a little reminder they were still there. He knew there would be little evidence they were on him to begin with, but he loved the notion that maybe, someday, the blonde would tie them so tight he'd have marks. So tight his skin would burn, and the ropes would strain against his chest when he breathed. "Zash- Fuck! Sorry, sorry!"

"It's okay, kitten. I know it's instinctive to use my name and I love the sound of it on your lips but I'm not mad. Everyone has slip ups, so it's okay. It doesn't need to be perfect." Hizashi murmured to him as he nudged Shouta's legs apart gently reaching down to wiggle his fingers between his cheeks to rub his slick fingers against his entrance making him whimper softly.

"Though in certain situations I won't allow those slip ups, kitten! You'll be punished each time you use my name, but that's not what I'm aiming for tonight. Tonight, I get to admire how absolutely breathtaking you are all tied up. You have no idea how beautiful you look, do you?"

"Tell me!" He gasped out when the first finger began pushing against him before sinking in, his teeth instinctively biting into his lower lip as his hips jumped up off the bed as if to make it easier. He moaned low in his throat when the finger began lazily thrusting into him, his feet planting onto the bed to lift himself higher as the blonde rested one hand on his right knee. He looked up at the blonde who was staring down at him like-like he was just as he described.

Like he really was that breathtaking. Like he was a sight to behold, and it made him tremble at the awe and the lust that warred for dominance on his face. "Tell me how I l-look, Z-Daddy! Tell me!"

"I think you just want to hear me talk dirty to you some more, don't you?" Hizashi's voice was a purr, vibrating just enough to create that effect and he shivered at the sound when the blonde chuckled at him before clicking that barbell against his teeth though the amusement glowed on his face. Lust, however, seemed to darken his eyes making him suck in a breath at the sight. "You look beautiful, kitten. So painfully beautiful with your red face, with your hair spread all over the sheets like that, and your eyes are so dark, so big, and foggy. Like you're not looking at me but are at the same time."

Oh, God, how he loved hearing his husband's voice deepen like that in such a purring manner it made his bones ache. It had his blood burning as it rushed through his veins. He felt breathless under the effect of it when he stared up at the blonde. Seeing how large his pupils were, the little tilt to his head as he wriggled against the ropes holding his hands behind his back. Loving the bite when he tugged fiercely at them or so much as wiggled his wrists.

It was damn good. A reminder that while it felt like it could come apart if he yanked hard enough that it wouldn't. It was tight but not painfully tight. He could tug, strain and thrash against the rope but he knew it wouldn't give up without a good fight. His husband had really learned something from those classes. He was in awe. The reminder that while his legs were free but his arms weren't was sending chills down his spine. That he was somewhat helpless if his husband walked away.

He stared up at him, wriggling again as his chest fluttered with his quick, shallow breaths. Waiting for more. Waiting to hear that voice purr at him again. "You know, I can see you tugging at the ropes. Your shoulders wiggle, your arms flex, and the rope is digging in just enough that I know it feels good. You look helpless, positively tangled up, and you can't get out. And trust me, I see what that alone is doing to you. You're so hard I bet you won't last more than a few thrusts."

He couldn't help but moan even if the words weren't as dirty as they could have been God help him did they strike his core when that second finger wiggled in next to the first. His thighs twitched as they spread wider, as far as they could possibly go, and he saw the blonde's Adam's Apple bob as he thrusted his fingers into him. He whimpered feeling them make that familiar scissoring movement, pushing at his muscles, and thrusting in lazily making his hips jerk down against them.

He wondered if the blonde could see his skin throbbing above his heart, if the beats were visible with their strength, and he moaned when the fingers brushed over his prostate. The touch was light, but he still felt it, his hips jerked down to get a firmer touch, but the blonde pulled his fingers back before he could, and he whimpered loudly at the disappointment that crashed through him.

His breaths were rushing in and out, a fast past that threatened to form into the racing pants that he knew they would once they finally dived in. He squirmed, tightening himself around the fingers like it could possibly, maybe, just give him what he wanted. What he needed. But the blonde merely clicked his tongue at him in reproach and he bit his lip again, hard as he dared, when those green eyes flickered to the action.

"Color?"

"Gr-Green! Green, so green! Please, more! Please!" He cried out before he could even determine what tone would come out of him, but his voice seemed to work some kind of response on the blonde who growled at him. He could feel the scissoring movement inside of him coming far more frequently; each thrust was broken up by that motion, always barely missing or drifting over his prostate making him writhe on the sheets. "Stop teasing me! St-Stop it! I can't- I need-! Please! Please, please, please, please! Please, Daddy!"

He got another growl from the blonde who was quickly pulling his fingers out after a final scissoring movement, the quiet squeak of the lube should have embarrassed him, but it didn't. He was floating, drifting aimlessly inside of his own body and lost in the weightlessness that threatened to float him away all together and he could barely be bothered by much. All that mattered in his mind was Hizashi was touching him, he was going to be inside him, and he was going to feel the skin sliding and slapping against his own any moment now.

And that thought nearly had him drooling if the position wasn't impossible for something like that. Instead, it ran to the back of his throat forcing him to swallow to keep from choking on it. He watched eagerly as the blonde ripped open the condom wrapper, dropping it to the bed, rolling the slippery ring onto himself as Shouta squirmed against the sheets. He watched the blonde squirt some of the lube onto his palm before sliding it over the condom then using a little dollop, he reached between his cheeks rubbing it against his hole.

He was nearly gasping excitedly, breathlessly when the blonde was finally settling between his legs, a hand planting itself near his shoulder and the other down blow gripping his erection as he angled himself forward sliding between his cheeks. He swore Hizashi was gasping just as quickly, just as breathlessly as he was though the sound was quieter than his own. So low, so quiet compared to his own.

However, it didn't matter for he was crying out, his chest arching upwards as his arms squirmed and tugged at the rope frantically when the blonde began pushing into him. He shuddered when the blonde groaned just as loud as his own sound, the blonde quickly planting his other hand onto the mattress. His legs twitched as if they could possibly spread wider when he knew it was impossible, so they instead fluttered then snapped together, knees digging into the blonde's waist.

His feet slid against the sheet in response to the movement, but he quickly fixed their position when he raised his hips up off the bed. And he thrusted himself against the blonde who moaned loudly at the movement. The sound spurred him onwards, set his very veins on fire along with his skin, as he began happily moving his hips feeling the blonde's twitching forward as if to join in the rhythm but not yet. Not yet, not yet.

He wanted to work himself into a frenzy, like he always did, but it was a little difficult when his arms were beneath him as it threw off his movements, but he moved anyhow. Faster. Harder. He did what he could given his arms but then the blonde was growling down at him as his hips began snapping forward to meet his downwards movements. He gasped in a breath as the blonde's left hand lifted from the bed, reaching towards his chest to first rub against the hardened nipple before flicking it wickedly making him whimper. Then the blonde was tugging at the rope then letting it snap down against his skin., the action reminiscent of how a bra strap was snapped playfully.

"You like the rope, kitten? How does it feel? Tight?"

He shivered when the blonde's growling turned into words that were just as gritty, just as rumbling as he imagined they would be. He couldn't think to speak when the blonde snapped his hips forward, the sharp impact of their skin sending chills down his spine as he pressed his head against the bed moaning in response. "You like being all tied up? Like not being able to touch me when I can touch you all I want? It must be agony, isn't it?"

He whimpered at the blonde, working his hips in time with Hizashi's; meeting those snapping thrusts that had him feeling positively breathless. There was nothing, nothing better than the strength Hizashi could display with his thrusts alone. If he displayed that strength all the time, he didn't think he'd be able to keep it to himself that they were a married couple. He loved the power behind those snapping thrusts as the smacking of skin on skin had him moaning out again. The heat it sent ripping under his skin had him squirming.

Words wouldn't come to him. They couldn't. Not when it seemed like right as he got an idea, a mere wisp of what he wanted to say those hips were striking it right out of him as he met them delightedly. He was spinning, careening in his own head and he didn't have a sigle thing to hold onto other than the sheets below him. He then whimpered again at his husband when the man purred at him again. "It's the best kind, of course, but I can see how much you wanna touch me! Tangle your hands up in my hair, pull on it and yank my face down to kiss you? Want to hold me close as I fuck you? Claw me up real good? C'mon, kitten, answer Daddy!"

"Mmmmnnnn, yes! Wanna touch! Wanna feel y-you! Love to scr-scratch! Nnnghh, fuck me! Fuck me harder! Faster! Harder, harder, harder, Daddy! So hard! Fast, fast, fast! Faster!" He howled out tugging at his bindings viciously no doubt making his shoulders wiggle like Hizashi said they did, and the blonde shuddered against him as he moved his hips according to the demands.

His knees squeezed at the blonde's waist as he dug the balls of his feet into the mattress to jerk himself in time with the movements while the blonde leaned over him. He gasped delightedly when the rope was again tugged up then snapping down against his skin with a muted flicking sensation. "Wa-Want to be tied up tighter! Mmmmm, so tight it leaves marks! Ma-Make me wear it under my costume! Under my cl-clothes! Ah! Ah! Yes! More, more, more! Gimme more, Daddy!"

The blonde gasped in his breaths, panting loudly much like Shouta was and the sounds mingled into the air with the slapping of their skin and the sheets rustling beneath him from the movements. It was a melody that was far too addictive. He was flying away. He was positively soaring out of his body until he felt stranger than when he began; like he could SEE himself from above from a third person point of view.

It was a strange feeling, but he sank into it, relished it, and he swore the effect made each sound that left him sound like someone else; like it was him but not. His voice but not his own. He was practically mewling out his noises in such a way that Hizashi slammed against him harder as if spurred on by them. He loved it. He couldn't imagine sex being so goddamn amazing, couldn't imagine it getting better, until it finally did.

He was burning up as he wrenched his bindings again, moaning loudly as the blonde's thrusts adopted a ruthless pace that had his lashes fluttering and his eyes threatening to roll up. He swallowed as frequently as he could to keep from choking on his saliva, his chest raising and falling frantically with each panting breath. He shouted when the blonde angled his hips to hit at his prostate, hitting the spot and rubbing against it delightfully making his legs spasm each time.

He was scalding hot, feverish he was sure, yet that didn't stop the hand that was plucking at the rope from sliding down his skin to his erection. Burning. He was going to burn alive. He was going to fly away from his body as it burned and there was nothing that could be done about it. He cried out when the hand wrapped around his erection stroking it quickly when the blonde used his other hand to shove against the mattress pushing him up to sit on his knee. He moved his arm down to wrap it around Shouta's waist then threw himself backwards.

Of course, Shouta couldn't stop himself from thudding against the blonde when he swung down onto his chest making them both grunt at the impact but then the blonde was bending his legs upwards, his thighs and knees pressing against him. He gasped for a breath when his knees dug into the mattress, his pants fanning against the blonde's skin when the blonde used the new position to begin thrusting again. He cried out against his chest as the new position brought with it a new angle that allow the blonde to slam into him harder, faster like he had demanded, and he couldn't move right. His arms were useless, unable to even brace himself to meet those thrusts like he wanted. He loved it. He loved every second of it.

"You're such a gr-greedy little thing!" He moaned shamelessly against the blonde's chest as his voice rang out, a deep strangled groan like he was unable to form his words properly and it had him shuddering at the quality of his voice. "You act like you have a say so! B-But Daddy's in charge, you un-understand me? I tell you what to d-do and you fucking do it! Mmmmnn, brat! Little fuckin' brat! Don't- Haah! Ah! Ah, little fucker! And to th-think I was so kind to change p=positions for you! God, you're squeezing so tight! So fu-fucking tight! Ah, mmmmm, it feels like you're going to strangle it! You're going to break my cock wi-with how tight you are! Nnnn, wa-want it that bad? My little kitten sure is f-fucking frisky tonight, huh? A li-Little rope and he's all worked up!"

"Yesss! Yes! Ah, ah! Mmmmm, good! Feels good!" He whimpered out when he felt a small faint stab of mortification when he realized he was drooling shameless on his husband's chest, but the blonde didn't seem to mind. Not one bit. He was pounding up into him, the sharp smack of their skin, the panting breaths, the moans and groans mingling with the soft grunts. All of it, every bit of it, was music to his ears. He wailed out as the hips slamming against him would stop to grind against him before resuming the pounding pace that had him bouncing lightly against the blonde. "Wan' it all! Lo-Love it! So good, so goood, Daddy! Ah! Ahhhnn! Mmmm! Gonna fu-fucking pass out I s-swear! It's too good and I- No! No, no, no!"

The blonde stopped. He stopped. Why? Why did he stop? All movement came to screeching halt making the black-haired man scream out his words as he kicked his feet at the overwhelming heartbreaking sensation running through him. He gasped when he was pushed upwards until he was looking down at the blonde, mortification pricking again when he noticed the strand of saliva connecting from his chin to the wet patch on the blonde's chest. His cheek felt slick from the drool, yet he was shaking with agitation as he whimpered. Why did Hizashi stop? What was wrong? What did he say? What had been said that made him stop so suddenly? Did he do something wrong? He thought-

"Color. Now."

Color? Was that why they were stopping? What had he said to make it stop? He looked at his husband for a moment of incomprehension when the blonde shook him lightly making him blink lazily. "Gr-Green. Is green."

Green eyes flicked over his face worriedly as he blinked lazily at the man again as his hair fell forward over his shoulders creating a curtain on either side of his head and he wished the blonde would pull it back. He wanted it out of his face but then the blonde was sitting up with him pinned in his lap and he moaned as he sank down on his husband's erection. "Are you sure? Are you one hundred percent, Shouta?"

Shouta? Why was he using names? Were they done? Did he say the safe word without realizing it? No, no he didn't think he did. "'m fine! Didn't say it, don't wanna! Don't need too! I wan' Daddy to fuck me more! Please? Please, don't stop? Fuck me 'til I cum, Daddy?"

The urge to take what he wanted from the blonde, to bounce himself on his lap, was strong. So strong. But every thought, every cell inside him, was vibrating and telling him not to. That he had to wait, wait, wait. He had to wait because Hizashi hadn't said it was okay. Hadn't given the go ahead. He need to know what was wrong. He needed to wait to avoid scaring the blonde who was already looking at him with such worry. Calling him by his name as if the moment was over.

It was damn heartbreaking. He didn't know what he said, he didn't know why it had stopped everything, but he was trembling lightly as he fought back those urges to move. To squirm, to roll his hips and happily take what he so badly wanted. To give them both what he wanted. And yet with those eyes on him he knew there was something wrong but his frazzled, foggy mind just couldn't connect what was wrong. What had happened to make everything stop like it did. He then whimpered, using his shallow bubbles of breath to form words as he squirmed his legs restlessly.

"Da-Daddy, please! Please, fuck me? Fu-Fuck me gooood, so goood, and cum with me? Make me feel li' that! Wanna feel Daddy cu-cum! Please, please, please!" The blonde gazed at him silently for a few moments, his hands on his thighs squeezing them tightly and Shouta whimpered as he squirmed instinctively to the tight touch.

His arms were aching from being yanked behind him for so long, but he loved it. He wouldn't say a thing that made the blonde stop what they were doing, and he knew a little discomfort was just fine with him in the grand scheme of things. He let his head fall back with a relieved sounding moan flying out of him when the blonde's hands gripped his hips to begin raising and dropping him in little movements that were hesitant. He eagerly moved in time with the hands, matching the little rhythm until the blonde kissed his rope bound chest softly making him whimper.

"Don't say things like passing out, it scares me, kitten." Scares him? Had he said he was going to pass out at some point? He had no clue because the elation, the flying sensation was soaring through him making him light and airy. He wondered if he was as light as he felt. However, if he said something like that, that he couldn't breathe or something, then he'd never say it again. Never, never, never. Not if it scared his husband. Never. "D-Do you remember the safe word, kitten?"

Did he remember it? He knew it was in his brain, right there to grab, but he was unsure of if he could say it when he was being moved higher and dropped faster but still not as hard nor as fast as he wanted. His hair bounced around his shoulders lightly, clinging to the sides of his face and throat lightly with the sweat covering him already. "It's- Um. Uh, it's- Ah! It's, um, it's emerald! Right? It's emerald, Daddy? Did I get it right?"

"Yes, kitten, you got it right. Remember what it's used for and use it if you have too, okay?"

He nodded frantically as he was then being lifted and dropped faster, harder as he wanted, and he moaned out wishing he could throw his arms around his neck. Wishing he could dig his nails into the blonde's skin to hold on fiercely. He wondered if the blonde could see the muscles flexing in his thighs as he lifted and dropped himself in time with the hands lifting him, his wrists were aching lightly from pulling at the bonds so much, but he couldn't stop himself. It felt good and it felt secure when he did it.

Like a reminder of the rope bound snugly around his chest, biting into his skin just enough to make him euphoric. It wasn't anything like his capture weapon would be, but it was just as good. "Such a good boy, so good! Listening to me like that and answering me like you are even though it's hard, thank you, kitten! You're such a good boy!"

He whimpered softly at the soft praises caressing his chest, his heart skipping over their pounding beats somehow and he felt like he was disgusting to look at. Disgusting in a good way, maybe? Hizashi didn't seem put off by his appearance, by the drool spread across his cheek, rolling down his chin when he'd been pushed up, and he didn't know how. He drooled on his chest, but he didn't seem to care in the slightest bit.

His shivered when hands tugged at the rope, letting it snap once again against his skin softly before sliding his hands down his sides to his waist making him moan encouragingly. The touches alone were enough, to just feel his palms against his skin was like a treat. To be touched but truly unable to touch back was something amazing that had him free falling into his weightless, dazed state. It was amazing.

To think he had been somewhat worried about this new sensation, that he had been even a hint scared about it, when now he was sure he'd fly off if it weren't for the hands on him. He wanted nothing more than to be touched, to be loved, to be praised and to hear his husband's voice whispering to him softly like it did at times. Like he was trying to keep from shouting, yet it had yet to stop Shouta once this entire time and he let his head fall back again when fingers curled around his erection once again.

He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold on but at the same time he felt nowhere near ready to come. Nowhere close. He whimpered when the blonde began stroking him in time with their increasing pace, going faster and faster, harder, harder until he felt his head spinning with the weightless feeling. It was almost like being thrown into the air; arms and legs were flailing and kicking, swinging wildly to find ground or stability.

Like being thrown into water suddenly. The impact was shocking, disorienting until finally he grew accustomed to it and he found that it was amazing. Not sinking but rather treading through it the best he could. "Look at you, kitten, just look at you!"

The blonde groaned his words out making the black-haired man shiver at the sound as he quickly adopted the rough, fast pace that had allowed the blonde to pound into him before only this time the position didn't quite allow that. Oh, he could feel his hips jumping up but nowhere near as forceful as they had been, but he didn't mind it in the slightest bit. It was strangely exhilarating to be tied up, to have his hands rendered useless but still being able to take what he wanted as he pleased with the blonde's permission.

"Such a good boy, the be-best boy! No one is better than you, kitten! You l-look so beautiful riding my cock! You always do! Mmmm, yes! Yes, yes, do it again! Aga- Ahh! Ah, fuck! Fuck, just like that! Like that! Ke-Keep going, little more, little more! Making D-Daddy feel so gooood, so good! D-Do you like making Daddy feel like that, kitten? L-Like it when Daddy fucks you so fucking good?"

"Yes! Yes, yes, I do! I do, I do! Lo-Love it! Fu-Fucking love it! Feels amazing! Am-Amazing, good! So good!" He was howling his words again as he was being tugged to Hizashi's chest again, the blonde throwing himself backwards, but it didn't stop Shouta from moving his hips.

He moaned out when a hand gripped his ass tightly, the other stroking him quickly between the tight space of their stomachs. His cheek was against the blonde's slick chest again, his lashes fluttering as he struggled to keep them open even if he couldn't see the blonde's face. "I love it! Love it wh-when Daddy fucks m-me! It always feels so gooood! I need it all the t-time! I love ma-making Daddy feel good! It's so- Ah! Ahhnn mmm! Mmmm, yessss! More, more! Ne-Need it! Love Da-Daddy's cock so much! Is perfect, nothing be-better! Nnnngh, haah! Ah! Ah, yes! Ohh my god! Oh, fuck me! God, yes!"

He could feel the air of the strained grunts, groans and moans flying against his hair ruffling it lightly as it warmed his scalp and it had him feeling strangely frantic. It was blending into the euphoric, weightlessness that had successfully invaded every little part of him until he was left feeling like little more than a slave to lust and to hunger. A mindless creature trying its best to receive that moment of pleasure that would render it speechless in its wake. He loved the loud moans he was pulling from the blonde each time he came down, each time he clenched himself tightly around him, and he loved how they were growing in pitch.

How they were becoming little more than keening sounds that rang in his ears, desperate it sounded as his hips jumped and pounded against him eagerly. As if he wanted to reach the end already. He whimpered loudly against his chest as he did his best to keep up with his husband, his lashes fluttering again before sliding shut with moans flying out of him that had a mewling quality to them.

He didn't know if he was still talking, if he was babbling like his brain seemed to be doing, but all he knew was the sounds he made had the blonde moaning loudly. He gasped for air each time he came up, his knees digging fiercely into the mattress to move himself as hard, as fast as he possibly could given the position. He could feel himself drooling again on the blonde's chest, finding it hard to swallow when he couldn't remember to do it, couldn't remember to shut his mouth to do so as well and the blonde didn't seem to mind.

In fact, he moaned higher, a desperate sound as he squeezed the cheek in his hand tightly making Shouta moan in response as his eyes rolled up behind closed eyes. He was absolutely euphoric; every little thing in this moment was perfect. There was no embarrassment, there was no self-consciousness, there was no mortification. It couldn't touch him even if it were there. He was far from his body, it felt as if he were observing from some small part of his mind in awe that he was this frantic creature.

This absolute mindless being that wanted nothing more than to feel good in the moment. It was a strange feeling, like he was able to watch himself but also feel the hands on his body, the feeling of Hizashi's hips snapping up against him. His arms were aching much more than before, his shoulders aching from the pinned back position and his wrists screamed for a break from tugging at the rope that would not give but he didn't care.

He loved it, loved the ache that bordered on pain, and he was gasping for air at the sensations when he realized he couldn't breathe right. His head was spinning because it was all so much, and he was finding himself anxious at the way he was gasping for air. What was the system? Color? What was the one to give him a minute? He knew he'd screamed and wailed when his husband stopped moments ago but he needed it, he needed it now, and he tried forcing his air bubbles into words. What was the color? The color he needed? Oh, it was-!

"Yellow! Yellow, Za-Daddy! I need= I can't breathe!" He gasped out when all movement, once again came to a stop, and every little bit of him screamed as his thighs clamped together against the blonde's sides while he squirmed but he needed it.

He didn't want to use their safe word because he didn't need that type of stop but rather, he wanted a few moments just to catch his breath. To breathe and soothe the spinning in his head. He squeezed his eyes shut when he was rolled over onto his back, the hand leaving his ass and erection respectively as his chest heaved with his fast pants that were echoed above him. "So-Sorry, I'm sorry, Daddy! S-Sorry, sorry, so sor-"

"Shhhh, shh calm down. Focus on catching your breath, focus on calming down, kitten. It's okay, we're not going anywhere, not any time soon." And then lips were fluttering across his face lightly as he panted, the breath against his skin just as fast and uneven, but the blonde then lifted his lips away in favor of stroking his hair away from his sweaty face. "You have nothing to be sorry about, kitten, absolutely nothing. Take your time, lovely boy, nothing is ending. Not unless you want to, or I feel we need to. So don't waste your breath apologizing. I'm not mad! Not mad at all."

"Pr-Promise? Promise you're not mad?"

"I promise I'm not mad, kitten. Not one bit."

He whimpered softly as the hand kept moving over his forehead in such a calming, petting motion that as he looked up at the blonde, he felt he was fine. He was still weightless, still so euphoric that he felt he couldn't stop himself from flying away, but there was a relief in being able to catch his breath. He never felt a need to stop before this. Normally he could go, go, go until he came but tonight was different in every sense of the word.

It wasn't their usual kinky sex, it wasn't even their usual sex to begin with, and so it changed every little thing he knew. The blonde then kissed his cheek softly, the scar beneath his eye, the tip of his nose gently and he shut his eyes in response as he whined lightly at the gentle affection being placed over his hot face. He wanted to protest when the blonde kissed his cheek, knowing it was slick and disgusting with his drool, but the man didn't seem to care one bit.

He was panting wildly yet it was slowing, ever so slightly and not quite as ragged as it was moments ago but he still felt so overwhelmed. So completely lost in his own head that sometimes he couldn't even feel the lips on his face nor hear the soft voice crooning to him in English and Japanese softly depending on the moment. He was fading in and out, like he was in a dream of some kind.

He took deep breaths that had his chest rising and falling, the blonde was still stroking his forehead and kissing his face then his jaw. His neck, his chest, his shoulders. Anywhere a kiss could be placed it was. Shouta melted with the affection, his heart racing against his chest as he continued to soothe his lungs along with his head with those heaving breaths. He opened his eyes staring up at the ceiling as the blonde softly nuzzled his neck somehow in the position they were in, and his chin pressed against those soft locks.

He was okay. He felt grounded, or as ground as he could be, with this weightless sensation, this absolute delirium it felt, and he wanted to wrap his arms around him. Wanted to hold the blonde tightly to his chest. He felt his arms instinctively twitch in their bound positions, but he fought the urge to tug. His arms were tired, they didn't have the strength to pull any harder at his bonds and he wasn't sure his skin could take much more of that treatment.

Even if the ropes weren't the biting, rough texture of an actual rope he knew he could still possibly give himself rope burns if he rubbed or tugged at the material too much. He had just needed those few moments to soothe that wild spinning that left him feeling sick. He blinked as his breath slowed, not a normal pace by any means but no longer as harsh and ragged as it had been, and he felt much calmer. So much calmer. He just needed to say it.

"I'm o-okay." He whispered making his husband pull back from his throat, looking down at him and he blinked trying to focus his gaze on his face the best he could, and he nodded lightly as the hand paused on his forehead. "I'm okay. You can go again, I want- I want to cum with you! I need it! I promise I-I'm okay, I just needed to catch my breath is all. So, please, Zas- Daddy? Please?"

"I don't know, kitten. You were just gasping for breath, maybe you should wai-"

"Please!" He swore his voice was a near sob as he squirmed beneath him, his feet planting onto the sheets, and he looked up at him pleadingly as he twitched his hips lightly. He tugged at his bonds as if he could rip them off and reach for the blonde to make him see that he was okay, that he just needed a moment to breathe. "I-I'm right there! And I can feel it! I can feel how close you a-are! So please, please, just get us there! Please, Daddy! Please, I want it so badly, and I need it! I wo-wouldn't be asking if I didn't think I was ready! I promise!"

"You're getting yourself worked up again, kitten. Calm down, okay? Breathe." The blonde murmured at him when he felt the hips twitching forward in a shallow thrust against him and he whimpered excitedly at the thought that perhaps it would start up again.

That they'd pick up where they left off. He stared hopefully, pleadingly, at the blonde who was staring down at him. He swallowed down a sound as the blonde rocked his hips soothingly against him, his own jumping to copy the movement, and he knew if they were sitting up, they'd be swaying lightly. It was lulling him further into this daze he was in, and he whimpered softly again only for lips to come down on his own in a soft kiss. It was quick and fast, but he enjoyed the second, it lasted as his husband spoke again.

"What's your color? Can you really continue, Sho?"

"It's green! Green, green, green! I can go on, I can! Promise I can! Please, make me cum, Zash- Daddy! Please? I can't- I can't even get myself off, I can't touch myself, so please touch me? Touch me, fuck me, just please! I need it so bad, I'm right fucking there, and it hurts! Make it stop hurting, Daddy, please!" He whimpered his words as he watched the blonde bite his lip as if to smother the groan that slid out of him, and he squirmed against the sheets as he moved his hips against the blonde.

That groan grew louder in pitch making him shiver when he felt his husband's hips pull back and thrust forward quickly. He knew it would bother him later, what a whimpering mess he became. How he was shamelessly, openly begging his husband for more but the blonde always managed to wash away that embarrassment. Always claimed there was nothing to be ashamed of when they were having sex and he got caught up in the moment like that. This time it felt different. As if he truly was desperate to reach his orgasm.

Desperate to claw and climb upwards rather than running away from it. He gasped, his heart positvely hammering against his chest and he felt feverish; his skin felt so, so unbearably hot as he happily moved his hips in time with Hizashi's thrusting. Meeting each one the best he could with his trembling legs and he couldn't bite back the moan at that strange relief that he was so close. So, so close to it that he felt nearly wild with it.

"Yes! Yes, please! Please, I know you're hurting too 'cause you're so close! Make it go away, make it better, help me make us cum! I want to feel good with you! Don't you want to feel good with me, Daddy?"

"Of course, I do! I love feeling good with you, kitten! I just want you to be okay first!"

He shivered at the moaning tone of his husband's, his hips slowly thrusting into him making him whimper out again with that same excitement that had his toes curling against the sheets. He just needed a little more, a little bit more, and it'd be done. His arms would be freed, and he would be able to hold the blonde to his chest as tightly as he wanted with the soft locks of hair slithering through his fingers. He loved how huge those pupils were, rendering the green nearly invisible with how thin those rings of color were, and he squirmed his hands against the rope.

"I'm p-proud of you, sweet boy, for doing that though. Ta-Taking a break when you need it, so good of you! You c-can be such a good boy when you want to be, can't you?"

"Yes! I can, I can!" He moaned his words back as the thrusts started coming quicker, faster against him as they began building up to that frantic pounding rhythm again making him shiver.

He used his leverage the best he could to move himself against the blonde, meeting his thrusts as best he could, and he whined loudly as his lashes fluttered shut for a moment before forcing them open again. He was panting quickly but nothing like before they had stopped and he could feel his heart throbbing with the intensity of its beats, he swore it. "M-Mmmm, so good! I love it! L-Love it, love it, love it! Love your ha-hands, love your cock, love it all! I-I love you, Daddy!"

"I love you too, kitten, so much! So f-fucking much!"

He loved how raged his husband sounded, loved the groan smothering his words much like he had moaned his previous words out, and how they nearly slurred together. He could feel the bed dip on either side of his shoulders as the blonde's hands pressed against the mattress as he happily thrusted into the black-haired man, his hair swinging and slithering over his shoulders to tickle Shouta's skin with each movement.

"Y-You have no idea how much I fucking love you! I love your h-hair, your pretty d-dark eyes, and when you la-laugh, when you smile and when you're pinned down moaning li-like that! I lo-love how you move, how perfect y-your body is, and ev-every scar on it! I love your voice, I l-love hearing you say my name, and I love h-how you look at me! I love fucking you and I love holding y-you! How could I not love you? Yo-You're everything to me! My wh-whole world! "

Shouta was embarrassed, finally the emotion breaking through that weightless feeling, and he felt his face burn as a strange sting made itself known in his eyes. Not unlike when they were painfully dry, but they signaled the strange presence of tears as he whimpered softly at the words. So sweet, they were painfully sweet, and he gasped when his prostate was being struck with each thrust the blonde gave making him writhe.

"Yo-You're so pretty! So pretty, Za-Daddy! I love you s-so much, you're mine! I ge-get to have you whenever! An-Any way! I'll always ne-need you, always want you! I love you so fucking m-much! I didn't thi-think I could love someone so much! I love you, Daddy! No matter what we do it's always the be-best with you!"

The blonde moaned out so loudly he could hear the TV rock from the vibrations, could hear that quiet splintering of their wedding photo again from where it sat on the dresser. He'd been meaning to open the new frame and get the picture in it, but he'd been distracted and unable to think about it that it sat on the dresser forgotten. He whimpered when he finally felt the clawing heat of his orgasm swelling in him, like a low pressure in his groin and lower stomach.

How was it these sweet words did so much more than dirty ones could? He yelped when the blonde reached down grabbing his thighs pushing them up stopping his thrusting and he moaned loudly. They were forced up close to his shoulders this time, his feet and toes twitching with the pleasure that came with the freedom it allowed Hizashi to slam into him. He could feel his erection throbbing, twitching against his lower stomach as pre-come smeared against his skin and he gasped as the blonde began pounding into him desperately.

The slapping of their skin against one another, the sweat that was spreading like a sheen over his skin and dripping down his forehead was all like special little notes to the moment. It made it better. He moaned loudly pressing his head backwards, baring his throat like the blonde could bite and smother it in kisses if he wanted, and he was grateful he'd smoothed his hair away from his forehead.

He could feel the droplets sliding against his skin making it itch wildly, making him whimper softly as he used his hands beneath him to grip the sheets tightly. He could see similar sweat drops rolling down the blonde's face, his brows together tightly, and his jaw had dropped just enough as pants flew out of him. He heard Hizashi's teeth click together when he snapped his mouth shut, grunting and groaning through those clenched, bared teeth and he shivered at the sight.

He was moaning far louder than he thought possible as that sweeping, weightless sensation came in full force once again as he gasped breathlessly. He could feel himself being nudged lightly against the sheets, little sliding motions from the force of his husband's thrusts and he loved it. He could feel his orgasm climbing upwards, sending him higher than he thought possible, feeling that desperation as his husband pounded into him when his head dropped forwards.

He was panting quickly as his hands clutched at his thighs tightly, nails lightly biting into his skin, and he could see the sweat dropping to his skin while feeling it when it dripped down onto him. He could have laughed when the blonde's glasses dropped down on the bed between his legs, but he couldn't even muster a breathless one as he clutched at the sheets beneath him. He whimpered loudly as the blonde began pulling his hips back so far he feared he'd slip out before slamming forward in the long thrusts he adored.

He knew exactly what it meant. He found himself crying out, the sound foreign to his ears as he drifted up, up, up, until he was sure he'd fly out of his body again. He once again couldn't tell if he was babbling his thoughts, if he was still moaning or groaning, and he didn't want to. It didn't matter, not one bit to his frazzled mind. It didn't- couldn't possibly be important in that moment as he gasped in his breaths. All that mattered were those long, pounding thrusts that finally, finally promised he could co-!

"Don't you dare! Don't you fu-fucking dare! You don't cum until I say so!" Hizashi screamed at him making the black-haired man all but shriek as he writhed against the sheets, his legs squirming in the blonde's grip.

The tears that had stung in his eyes welled up in frustration, his teeth grinding together as he fought it the best he could, feeling the tears running down from the corners of his eyes to his temples and wetting his hair. He forced his eyes open to stare through the watery sheen at his husband who was staring at him with such heat in his eyes he was sure he'd combust. "Y-You don't cum until you ask me! You ask Daddy for permission before you cum! I just said you were a-a good boy, kitten! Don't ma-make me take it back! Now, you fu-fucking ask Daddy to cum! Ask nicely!"

"Please! Please, Daddy! L-Let me cuuum! Let me, let me! I need- I want- I have too! I have to cum so please! Please, please, please, please, please! Please! It's so- I can't stop it! It's- Please! I'm gonna- It's- I'm gonna cum! I can't- Please! Daddy, please!"

He was screaming at the top of his lungs, he knew that much even in this state, and he didn't need to be aware in his own body to know that as he gasped for air. He was floating, watching himself from that third person point of view again as he writhed against the sheets feeling his orgasm searing into him, through his veins. It threatened to pop inside of him any second. And Hizashi still hadn't answered.

"Daddy! Daddy, please! I can't ta-take it! I can't- I can't-!"

"Fuck! Shit, shit! Goddammit, Shouta! You're driving me up a fu-fuckin' wall!" Hizashi was still screaming back at him as his voice raised higher than his own, so high that he heard a crash from behind them.

Well, shit. There goes the TV. He even heard a quiet splintering beneath them and knew, just knew, the blonde had popped the lenses of his glasses or perhaps even cracked them. It was a good thing he always had a backup pair. He gasped as he gripped the sheets so tight his arms trembled from the effort, his legs twitching in the blonde's grasp. "Son of a bitch! Yo-You know how to get under my skin, don't you? Shhhit! Shit! Ah! Ah, fucking shit! Cumming! I'm cumming! Take it! Fucking take it! You live for this shit, don'tchu? Take it, take it, take ev-every bit of it! Goddamn slutty boy! I bet you wanna feel it wi-without the co- Nnngh! Nnn! Haah, haah, yes! Yes!"

He couldn't take a second more. The blonde hadn't given permission, he hadn't said a word about letting him and he was going crazy hearing the man above him. He was feral, writhing and twisting as his husband's hips slammed against him roughly. So much hard that he knew they'd both be limping tomorrow. However, the outrage he felt knowing Hizashi was reaching his orgasm was too much, far too much when he wanted nothing more than to-! "Let me fucking cum, Zashi!"

"No! Not yet! Not yet! Don't you fucking d-dare! Don't even think about it!"

He wailed at the top of his lungs when his husband screamed at him again and he was unable to stop himself from writhing as he felt the erection inside him twitching and throbbing before the blonde stiffened with a gasp that rasped down his throat. The sound was scratchy, as sharp as it had to be to take, and Shouta kicked out wailing wordlessly at the feeling of Hizashi coming, so violently it seemed like it would never stop, and it wasn't fair.

The stiff way he held himself flush against Shouta, his hips grinding against him desperately as he made that all too familiar guttural growling as he twitched and clenched his thighs tightly was the worst tease he'd ever experienced. It felt like it was going on forever. Every second felt like an hour as his husband hissed out a breath squeezing his thighs tightly making him whimper at the outrage filling him. When his husband finally breathed in, he was releasing such a guttural sound as the blonde slid out of him that he threatened to kick the man in the face.

"You wa-wanna cum? Then stop screaming and stop throwing your little tantrum! You call me by my name one more time and I sw-swear to God you'll be in for it!"

"It hurts! It hurts! It's not fair! I wanna cum! Let me, let me, let me!"

He was sure he'd be hoarse from his screaming and wailing that when the blonde moved down grabbing then throwing his broken glasses off of the bed to the carpet. He was sure he was going to fall apart, lose his mind, if the man didn't do something now. He'd never felt like this before, had never been denied an orgasm this way before, and he was losing his mind because it was right there, and he was ready to tip. Ready to fall off the edge. His thighs pressed together, his knees knocking together as he writhed desperately on the bed whimpering loudly.

"Please! I've been good! So good, you said so! I as-asked nicely, Daddy! I asked!"

He whimpered loudly when the blonde ripped his squirming legs apart, his hips arching up as he squirmed feeling the warmth of his husband's breath against his aching erection. He couldn't remember a time when he was more desperate for something. He would take anything from the man, absolutely anything if it meant that he could get some kind of assistance for his orgasm that was throbbing inside of him desperately making him half crazy with the sensation.

The blonde then looked up at him from under his lashes, green eyes smoldering at him and he whimpered out again at the sight of it. "Y-You did but you're being a brat about it! Throwing a little fu-fucking tantrum! You want Daddy to fix it? Ma-Make it stop hurting? I will! But you're going to fucking b-beg me to do it, kitten!"

"Please! Please, Daddy! Do something! Make it stop hu-hurting, make it stop! I need you to make it stop! It hurts, and it's-It's too much! I need- I have to cum, now, now, now! Now! Bite me, eat me out, suck my fu-fucking cock just do something! I wanna cum like Daddy did!"

He could hear the hoarseness in his own voice as he wailed out, his legs trembling as the blonde pushed them apart, gasping when he felt that tongue licking from the base up to the tip. He rubbed the ball of his piercing against a vein, as he slid back down, and he cried out breathlessly. He wanted to reach down and hold his face to his erection, make him do something but his hands were useless. "Yessss! Yes, please! Please, Da-Daddy! Suck it! Suck m-my cock, please!"

The blonde merely moaned as he came back up swirling his tongue around the leaking tip, the bitterness of the pre-come no doubt strong for the man. His head emptied when the ball of that piercing rubbed against his weeping slit making him wail thrashing his pinned arms against the bed wildly as he arched his hips up much like his back did. He couldn't take another second, another moment of that man denying him.

He didn't have a hope or prayer of waiting for Hizashi to swallow an inch of his erection when the hand that moved to stroke at the rest of his erection was his undoing. His body tightened, convulsing as the orgasm finally ripped through him and he was screaming something as his stomach flexed and his thighs trembled viciously. All from a few strokes and the ball of that piercing rubbing wickedly against the head of his erection.

He flew right out of his own body, he swore, and he clung to the sheets as he gasped wildly for air in between his shrieked words. He sucked in a breath holding it down in his lungs as his convulsing movements quickly became violet twitching as his erection twitched and throbbed through the burning orgasm. It was like he was never going to stop. He wondered if he would, when he would, and his mind marveled over how many spurts he seemed to give as he wondered if his orgasm would ever stop.

If he'd be coming forever until he was drained. He swore the orgasm itself was eternal but then he was gasping out then in as he slumped onto the bed letting his hips fall to the bed with a thud. He could feel the sweat rolling down, his chest heaving when he felt the pain in his wrists from where he'd tugged and thrashed them against the bed, but it didn't compare to how he was floating. He was so out of it, so completely delirious, that when he raised his head to look down at the blonde, he couldn't feel a drop of shame nor a stab of embarrassment.

The blonde seemed to be breathing just as fast, sweat dripping down his face tough it wasn't the only thing that was. He shivered at the pure sight, the realization, that he had just come on his husband's face. It had landed over his left eye forcing it to shut, dripping down his cheek bone just a bit and down his eyebrow and- Hell, he got some in his hair. How? How did he get it in his hair? He was in awe at how white it looked against the red of his cheek, how it stood as a stark contrast against the blonde and red hues of his husband's appearance.

He had never in all their years together come on his husband's face. It just wasn't something they ever did or considered but the fact he'd done it was...holy shit, it was arousing. The blonde then chuckled softly as he pushed himself up to his knees, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheek in response to the liquid dripping over it, and he couldn't stop gawking at his husband even if he wanted too.

His red face, the wide pupils, the way his lashes fluttered as his single eye flicked over his face, and his lips were strangely shiny no doubt from having kissed his slick cheek and they were parted with quick little breaths. "Jesus, Sho, co-couldn't even wait for me to suck your cock? I guess you w-were much closer than I considered but it's okay. What's your color, kitten? Are you okay?"

"Mmmm, feels weird."

Was that his voice slurring out? He couldn't connect it to himself as the blonde began lifting himself up but he smiled deliriously at his husband as he leaned over him now, hair slithering over his shoulder again and he found a giggle clawing up his throat then out of him. He wasn't a giggler. Hell, he didn't even laugh as often as others would expect him too, but he definitely wasn't some type of person who giggled after sex. "I-I came on your face! Never did that be-before! 's gonna make your eye stick shut! You g-gotta clean it, Zashi!"

"Color, Sho."

"Greeeeen, is green!" He slurred out on a sigh as he stared up at his husband then found himself giggling again quietly as he watched the single green eye flickering over him. He felt so good, and he wondered how he never triggered whatever this was. What was it called anyhow? How could he feel so weightless, so goddamn euphoric, and pleased that he felt like he was going to melt through the bed? "Zashi, what's wrong with me? Why do I feel so good? L-Like I'm floatin' way up there? It's been happenin' since you tied me up."

"What?"

Hizashi's word was a whip that managed to chip at his euphoria making him finally frown, losing his giddy smile but the blonde was reaching up touching his hot cheek. He looked at Shouta for a moment, he looked back at the blonde, and when it seemed that nothing serious was wrong the blonde sighed out. "Jesus Christ, Shouta, why didn't you say something? You should've told me then! You must've been confused over it, but I didn't think you'd slip into it that easily. It's subspace, baby, and it'll wear off soon. Give it an hour or so."

An hour? Give or take an hour? He hummed quietly when he wiggled his arms. "Untie me? My arms hurt."

His throat was killing him, it hurt to even whisper those out, and the blonde nodded allowing him to sit up then rolling over onto his knees with his back to the blonde. He sighed when the knots were pulled apart quickly, the relief rolling through him as his arms swung to his side. He then felt arms circling his waist and he hummed again as he leaned back against the blonde. "You really should clean your face, Zashi. I don't want it drying on there."

"Why don't you come shower with me? I have a lot of pampering for you, baby boy, and I know with your state of mind you'll love it even more." The blonde murmured kissing his shoulder gently as he then plucked at the rope remaining on his chest as the rest of it dangled down his back to hover above the bed.

He slid his fingers beneath them, no longer snapping them like he had earlier, and Shouta shivered lightly as they tugged lightly at his skin from just one being plucked up. He loved it far more than he should have and he swallowed down another giggle the best he could. Pampering genuinely sounded nice for once. Not that he ever had a problem with it before but sometimes he just didn't need it.

"After I get this off, though. Did you like it, Sho? Do you think you want to do more stuff like this going forward?"

Did he think he could? What a silly question from a very silly man. He giggled giddily against the man's next as he reached down to drift his fingers over the back of the blonde's hands delightedly before weaving their fingers together. He loved the warmth on his shoulder as the blonde happily rubbed at his waist, their fingers twisting tightly together making wedding rings click gently against one another and he giggled again before he could stop himself as he turned his head just a bit to breath out the next words happily.

"I think I absolutely can."