Students and others alike worried they were perhaps injured somehow which was embarrassing that he'd failed to hide even a slight limp. He sighed softly lifting his face up letting the water wash down his face, dripping off of his jaw as he moved his hands up to rub at his face fiercely before groaning softly to himself. Just what did he do to hide his limp better? Nezu had told him to take time off, if he needed it, but he couldn't do that.
Refused to do it. He wasn't really injured in a way that mattered but the fact that he'd been limping due to the sex he'd had was too mortifying to admit out loud. He bowed his head tugging at the skin below his eyes fiercely before sighing as his hands pressed against the wall again. He might just have to refuse sex all together during the week if it was going to be that rough. They really didn't know how to hold back, did they?
They were always going at it like fucking monkey's or something and he was embarrassed over the fact it was so obvious days afterwards. He couldn't handle much more embarrassment provided by his students who threw questions at him, or the way Hitoshi always turned red when those questions were aimed at him. Even if he never heard or saw anything he wasn't stupid. He and Hizashi were amazingly affectionate around the house much to the teenager's dismay so it wouldn't take a scholar to piece two and two together.
Hitoshi hadn't even looked him in the eyes for days after this incident and Shouta wasn't sure he could bring himself to look at him either when the answer lingered in the air just why both men were limping. He didn't need to say anything, anyhow. Hitoshi wasn't a child but a teenager and while he himself wasn't running around having sex with Denki, it was still obvious to a teenager when someone is having sex.
Everyone had it, Shouta and Hizashi being no exception, but who wanted to have that type of conversation with their son? No one. No one did, that's who. He reached up scratching the back of his wet head as he stared at the shower floor again, leaning forward until he pressed his forehead against the cool shower wall, and he shut his eyes for a moment as he slid his hands along the shower until his forearms pressed against the top of his head.
He had to find a solution but where was it? He knew rationally he wouldn't hold out for a week, but he'd gone longer during exam season so surely, he could do it. He just needed to find his distractions and use them. The sound of the bathroom door clicking open made his eyes open, he tugged the curtain out of the way to find Hizashi leaning in looking at him with a wide smile on his face that made him groan.
He knew that look. Knew it well. He had his second choice up and ready for them to indulge in. He wasn't sure he could handle anymore embarrassment, anymore scrutiny on his end, but the blonde merely stood there smiling at him and he sighed out before he spoke. "What on Earth could you possibly want now, Zashi?"
The blonde bit his smiling lip before slipping into the steamy bathroom, shutting the door behind him then locking it making Shouta's brow raise as he noticed the blonde held one hand behind his back. He blinked slowly at his husband who swayed lightly on his feet, using his hips to move back and forth in a mesmerizing movement that he found himself gawking at before he forced himself to look up at his husband's face instead.
He couldn't just gawk at his husband like that without there being some kind of teasing tied into it and he huffed at the blonde who smiled sweetly at him now as he continued to sway his hips side to side lazily. Like he was tempting Shouta to watch the movement. "Are you going to tell me what you want or-"
"Sho, can I shower with you?"
He blinked again as he was thrown off by the simple question. Hizashi never asked to shower with him but rather jumped in with him happily like he was the black-haired man's shadow and would happily sing behind him as they took turns being under the water. Showering with a spouse or partner wasn't at all how the movies made it out to be; it wasn't romantic, not in his opinion. Rather it was freezing your ass off while trying to cling to the warmth the water had provided while you stood in the corner of the shower.
It was fighting over which temperature the water should be on and taking turns being under the water. But he still let the blonde shower with him, happily he did so, but more often than not it led to many misadventures in the bathroom. The point was Hizashi never asked, he just did. So, the question he was asking meant many different things. "Why are you asking? You know you're always free to join."
"Yeaaahhh, but I kinda have a thing I want to do off of the list. Something that involves the shower." The blonde chirped back while stepping forward, his hips swaying in that lazy way as he tilted his head to the side staring at Shouta with a pink flush to his cheeks.
He looked beautiful approaching him like that, as tempting as ever, and he found himself gawking down at the movement of those swaying hips again with much more interest than last time he'd looked. They were mesmerizing, like watching the golden pendulum of a grandfather sway back and forth; it drew the eyes out of curiosity then had those eyes locked onto the movements out of fascination. Hizashi may not have an ass, but he had other assets that were just as good; like his long, slender legs, the subtle flare of his hips, his face and his hair.
Hell, even his personality seemed to make up a majority of the attraction Shouta had to him. "Sho, would you let me make love to you in the shower? Pretty please? I promise not to be rough this time, I know after the scolding we got from Nezu that rough sex is off the table during the week unless it's Friday, so I'll be gentle! So would you want too?"
"Hizashi, the day I say no to sex with you at any point is the day you take a gun and shoot me." Shouta replied bluntly as he yanked his eyes up from the swaying hips, from the smooth way those legs strode forward towards the shower and up to his husband's face.
He was sure his own was red with the blush that crawled into them, but he hoped the heat in the air disguised the true reason. Hoped that Hizashi wouldn't pick out the blush for what it was as he focused all his attention on looking in his husband's face rather than down at the hips that were still making little swaying movements. God, it was like his husband could hypnotize him with a mere sway of his hips.
Work stress? Gone. Finding the remote? Gone. Their cracked wedding photo and broken tv? Gone. All with a lazy sway of those hips and he hated that he was so easy to mesmerize by just a simple movement. It should be shameful, embarrassing that he was so easily enraptured by the movement but could anyone blame him? Hizashi was an amazing man to look at, was very clearly masculine no doubt but when it was just them? God, the things he could do with his hips alone was aweing.
His husband then pouted at him, his lower lip jutting out adorably as his brows came together over his glasses that were steaming up slightly from the heat of his shower. There was clearly something Hizashi wanted to do off the list, just like he said, and it truly didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out just what his husband wanted to do. He sighed then reaching up to scratch at the bridge of his nose lightly before rubbing his palm against his forehead. While he would love too, he truly would, he had much bigger factors now.
"And it's not you that I don't trust it's both of us. We always get carried away when we have sex that we might just get rough without meaning too and I swear I'll blow my fucking brains out if I have to be talked too by Nezu again about the "harlotry" that we need to do on our own time."
"But you love our harlotry!" Hizashi replied playfully as he stood just inches from him, his eyes glittering behind his glasses as his long hair threatened to fall out of its loose bun and his lips quirked into a rather sweet smile. "I promise you, baby, that I'll be really sweet and gentle. I won't let us get carried away, not like that at least, but if we do then I'll take all the blame if Nezu calls us to his office again."
He then paused with that sweet smile on his lips, affection beginning to replace the glittering playfulness as he reached up to touch Shouta's damp, hot cheek with the tips of his fingers. "But if you don't want to then that's okay too, baby. We can wait until the weekend if you really want that."
He sighed softly as the fingers slid along his cheek bone only to be replaced with the blonde's soft palm, a palm that rubbed his cheek affectionately in a mimicking movement of a nuzzle. He knew rationally he should say no. He needed to say no. Hitoshi would hate him if he agreed to this and he was possibly limping tomorrow, but it was the last day of the week. But if he didn't say no, then surely Hitoshi could live through a day of questions, couldn't he?
Though it would be better to say no when he just got over his limp on Wednesday. However, the last thing he wanted was to embarrass his son any more than he already had. The last thing he wanted was for himself to be embarrassed. "Why do you want to do this now? It's late and you know we'll be exhausted tomorrow."
"Because if we do it we'll be fast! Gentle but fast, baby! But like I just said if you really don't want to do it now, we don't have to!" Hizashi then smiled softer, his eyes flicking over his face before settling on his gaze again as he shifted his hand to press his thumb just below his bottom lip, softly caressing the skin there. "Just say so. Tell me to fuck off and I'll leave you to shower in peace, we'll go to bed, and we can do this tomorrow night or Saturday morning or some different time all together. If you think it's a bad idea, I'll drop it. I can settle for cuddling, for kissing you all night long, and you know that. If you're not in the mood, then we don't have to do it tonight. It's not the end of the world if you're not wanting to do it tonight, Shouta."
Was he in the mood right now? He had to admit he had gawked shamelessly at the blonde's swaying hips, but had he felt any real arousal? He knew he was tired. Very tired. He met the blonde's gaze then as he reached up touching the back of his hand with his wet fingers, any water that had been on his arm dripped off his elbow to the floor. Stroking the back of his hand softly he took a breath before speaking.
"How about tomorrow? Let me see how I feel after work, okay? If tomorrow is a long day, I'm sure I'll need some kind of stress relief. And besides, I think Hitoshi has had more than enough embarrassment this week alone that I think he might just implode if he has to hear the gossip of his parents having sex one more time. Honestly, I don't think I can take much more of the gossip either or being dragged into Nezu's office. So, tomorrow?"
The blonde rubbed his cheek happily, leaning forward capturing his lips in a soft kiss that him sighing softly through his nose as he swayed forward on his toes to follow after the blonde when he pulled away and almost let out a noise of disappointment when another little peck was place on his lips. Once, twice, three times in rapid succession. His husband pulled back smiling at him adoringly before leaning in to rub their noses together pulling a quiet little laugh from the black-haired man.
His cheeks burned from the shyness that was threatening to swallow him up as his nose scrunched instinctively. The blonde then kissed the tip of it lightly before dropping his hand with a smile."Alright! We'll come back to it tomorrow! I'll let you shower in peace, baby! Be sure to hurry though because it sure is lonely in that big bed of ours all by my lonesome. Sure, would be better if I had a stoic, shy dark-haired man to cuddle in it."
"Get out of here, you fucking dork!"
He got the words out through a snicker as he pushed at the blonde who laughed before turning on his heels towards the open door again shooing away a curious cat before shutting the door behind him. He chuckled to himself as he closed the curtain again with a little smile on his lips as he sighed softly to himself. Tomorrow. He was sure, perhaps, he'd be ready to do something tomorrow but like Hizashi said just now it wouldn't be the end of the world if he wasn't. He'd know for sure tomorrow.
"Those fucking kids!"
Hizashi looked over at the groaned words of his husband, the car's quiet rumbling as they drove filled the silence of the car as he peeked over at his husband briefly to see the man slumping against the seat. He hummed quietly in acknowledgement; he knew the class ran his husband ragged but today seemed to be the worst out of the whole week and he felt sympathy for his poor husband.
The man was constantly pushed to his wits end even if the teens didn't mean to do so and he felt sympathy for both sides as the class clearly wanted to show their worth to Shouta but were very clearly pushing him. "This week has been fucking eternal! I've never wanted to just keel over in an ally somewhere than I do now. I don't know how much of this year I can take, and we still have them for another two! Is it too early to retire from teaching, Zashi?"
The blonde's snicker had him look over at the man who was flicking the turn signal on before turning onto their street, the both of them swaying lightly in their seats as they took the turn, and he watched the blonde flash him a smile as he turned his head to face him briefly. "C'mon, Sho! They're not that bad! Our son is one of them and he's a good kid! They all are, baby, they just wanna prove themselves. Weren't we like that at their age? Wanting to show the pro-heroes that we were worth a damn? That we could be just as impressive as they were? That we had something to us that made us hero material?"
"Of course, we were! But Jesus, were we that much trouble?" He groaned back as he raised a hand up to rub at his forehead sighing out as he dug his fingers into his temple then dropped it to his lap as the blonde turned into the driveway, lifting his right hand up to itch at his eye as they pulled up.
The blonde drummed his fingers on the steering wheel before putting the car into park, turned it off then pulled the key from the ignition as he unclipped his seatbelt in unison with Shouta. The zipping of seatbelts flying back into place was loud as the black-haired man sighed again turning to his husband who raised his brows. How he could still have his hair up in that stupid hair do and drive, he had no fucking clue, but he was appreciative his husband had driven.
He didn't think he had the mental fortitude to focus on the act of driving and control his road rage that often acted up on an off day. "Let's just focus on dinner or something. I need to get some food in me and sleep before I start my patrol tomorrow."
"Alright! We can order out if cooking is too much of a hassle right now, but before we do that, I want to do something for you! Follow me, baby!"
He pulled then threw open his door flying out of the driver's seat carefully before slamming his door shut making Shouta's brows raise as he climbed out of the car after him. The blonde smiled at him as he slammed his door shut, the lights flashing and a honk coming from the car as the doors locked and he then stretched his hand out towards Shouta's. The black-haired man sighed softly but a little smile twitched at his lips as he walked around the car reaching his own hand out sliding it into Hizashi's.
The blonde beaming at him happily when he did so, and their fingers interlocked. "You're tired, you're stressed, and you're not going to lift a finger tonight, baby, I promise."
"Oh? And how am I not going to do that?" He asked dryly as he was tugged up the walkway towards their front door, the keys jingling as the blonde spun them around on his finger only to stop as he picked out the house key once they got close to the door.
He slid it into the lock when the blonde looked over his shoulder, the frames on his face sliding down just enough to reveal his eyes that twinkled at him with such warmth he felt his cheeks flush as he buried his face into the capture weapon looking away from the sight. He stumbled after the blonde who yanked him forward after the door was unlocked, the key pulled out, only to yelp when he was scooped up into a bridal carry by the blonde who carried him over the threshold.
His face burned hotly in a much more intense blush as the blonde kicked the door shut behind him, his hands gripping at the leather jacket tightly as he was carried down the hallway. "Wh-What are you doing?"
"I told you! You're not going to lift a finger! And by extension you're not going to do a single thing! I'll do everything for you, though I'm sure bathroom stuff can be taken care of by yourself!" The blonde replied as he carried him through the kitchen, the cats meowing up at them in a chorus of chirps, but the blonde merely hummed cheerfully as he carried Shouta down the short hallway to their bedroom.
Sighing out, he reached out to slide the doors open then shut behind them quickly for the blonde. It was a bit awkward moving his arms around the blonde's shoulders when he feared he'd be dropped at any moment. He blinked when the blonde walked over to the bed plopping him down onto it then reaching for his capture weapon. "You just relax, baby, and I'll take care of everything for you! You deserve a good pampering today, especially with all the work you've done this week alone and how taxing today was! Let me take care of you the way you deserve to be, and we'll get dinner right after, I promise!"
"Zashi, you don't have t-"
"I want too, Sho, so shush. Let me smother you with affection for once without you complaining about it, okay?"
He sighed but nodded when the blonde unwound the capture weapon from around his neck, letting it pool onto the bed with a quiet hum and he shut his eyes as the blonde's fingers grabbed the zipper to his costume sliding it down his chest. He swallowed at the little jump of excitement as it zipped down quickly towards his groin, his brows raising briefly as his stomach fluttered with that excitement, and he could hear the blonde humming again as he pulled at his boots.
Hizashi grunted quietly before successfully getting each one off, placing them together on the floor, then reaching up to slide the costume down forcing him to lean back on his hands. He lifted his hips up allowing the blonde to pull it down to his thighs. He sat back down as his husband pulled it down his legs quickly, tugging his socks off as he did so.
He then stood up folding the suit over his arm before laying it on the bed with a little click of his tongue before turning to Shouta. He leaned in kissing his forehead, his cheek, the scar beneath his eye, and then the tip of his nose making it scrunch up lightly at the tickle of the blonde's little mustache, but the man smiled at him as he cupped his face tilting it upwards.
"I'll go get the shower on, you just sit here, okay?" He whispered the words leaning in pecking his lips softly but firmly before pulling back to trot off to the bathroom, his own boots thudding against the floor as the light flicked on and Shouta was left feeling tingles racing over his skin.
His fingers twitched on the sheets as he felt the excitement swelling inside of him, making his heart and stomach respectively flutter in their own ways in the presence of the emotion as he took a deep breath and let it out. Surely, they weren't going to do that were they? He bit his lip lightly as he stared at the place where their TV had been a week ago, the cable box sitting uselessly hiding away the key to their top drawer.
Sitting there, he couldn't help but squirm in place as his feet fidgeted together. He liked being pampered by Hizashi, liked that he could do nothing and let the blonde shower him with that affection that he soaked up eagerly whenever he had a bad day or week. The blonde was amazing at giving him just what he needed to relax and he- "Shower's on! You wanna sit in the bathroom while it heats up and I get undressed?"
"Sure."
He nodded raising his arms up when the blonde walked towards him, his hands reaching out in a familiar manner that told him he would be scooped up either way and he curled his arms around the blonde as he was lifted up. He couldn't stop a little huff of laughter from flying out of him as the blonde's hand gripped tightly at his thigh, holding him tightly to his chest as the blonde smirked at him before turning to walk towards the bathroom.
The water striking the shower walls was loud as he was placed on the toilet seat, his weight making it creak lightly, and he felt another stab of excitement as the blonde smiled down at him. "A-Are you- I mean, is this a solo one? Or are you joining me?"
"Do you want me to join you?"
"Yes." He whispered the word to his husband who smiled at him leaning down kissing the top of his head, his hand cupping the back of it gently, sending another wave of tingles over him as the blonde chuckled against his hair softly before pulling and sliding his hand down his hair softly before gripping the back of his neck.
He got a soft series of kisses over his hot face as he tilted his head back to turn his face up as his lips parted with a sense of eagerness when they tingled with the rest of him. It was like they ached as the blonde's lips pressed to his cheek, to the corner of his lips making his breath rush out of him excitedly when they covered his own and he reached up gripping that leather coat again. Pulling him closer.
Closer, closer, he wanted to feel the blonde against him, and he wanted this week to wash away. He wanted to sink into the affection, into the feel of Hizashi's hands soothing away the stress of his day, and he wanted the lips kissing him into a frenzy that left his head spinning. He whined when the blonde pulled back kissing his nose softly before chuckling as he rubbed the back of his neck softly.
"You're so tense, baby. Give me a minute to get undressed and we'll jump in, okay? Just one second." He murmured to him as he kissed his nose once more when he reached up to get Shouta's tight grip to release his coat, stepping away before the man could reach for him again. "I'll be right back!"
And then Shouta was alone, in his boxers, sitting on a damn toilet seat feeling like he was tingling in a way that promised to burst into heat at any moment. He could feel the heat swelling in the air making it heavy and humid, thick to his lungs as he stood up letting out a huffing breath as he pushed his boxers down off of his hips, letting the fabric fly down his legs once he got them to his knees and stepped out of them before pulling the curtain aside.
He was sure the screech of the rings on the bar would alert the blonde, but he didn't care as he stepped into the shower tilting his face up to the water, feeling it soak into his hair quickly. He lifted his hands up, letting the water hit his palms before bringing them down to rub the sides of his neck while rolling his head side to side, sighing softly to himself as he closed his eyes. His excitement, however, reared its way through the little relaxation that had begun weaving through him when he heard feet coming towards the bathroom again.
He bit his lip when he heard the door click shut behind him followed by the lock. Why the blonde felt the need to lock it he had no clue as they had bedroom doors that locked just fine, and both of their children knew never to run into the bedroom when they were inside. It was something Shouta was teaching them much like how Hizashi was teaching them about lurking. With both little things working hand-in-hand he knew that Eri and Hitoshi wouldn't be the types to lurk nor barge into a room without knocking.
Even then, they wouldn't barge into a room period. He still couldn't deny how his heart began thumping excitedly, quickly, against his chest when he heard that lock click. It was as if last night's fatigue was lost, nowhere in sight, and the thought of perhaps indulging in what Hizashi had wanted the other night was making him unbearably excited. Like despite his long day he was eager to jump into it. It should be impossible, but he just wanted this day, this week even, to be forgotten.
He wanted to forget how God awful it was, how stressful it was, and he wanted it to be forgotten with his husband's lips. His hands on his skin, his breaths against him, his lips on his own and his voice murmuring to him softly as they twisted together. He cleared his throat softly as he cupped the back of his neck with both of his hands now, his hair thoroughly soaked as it plastered itself to his skin and he released his lip to speak. "You going to come in or not?"
"You know, I thought I said you weren't going to move a single finger, yet you got your boxers off and got in the shower! How dare you deprive me of my husbandly rights to pamper you by getting in the shower with you!" He peeled the curtain back just a bit to peek out, a smile twitching at the corners of his lips at the pout on the blonde's face aimed his way and he chuckled quietly to himself when the blonde pulled his frames off of his face then turned to the mirror to take his contacts out.
"You're so mean, Sho! All I want to do is pamper my poor, poor husband who's had not only a very long week but was limping from Monday to Tuesday and had to deal with all those shit talkers this entire week! But for shame! I shan't even do that!"
"Can you just shut the fuck up and get in the shower with me?" Shouta replied with a laugh that had the blonde's reflection smiling as he opened the contact container plucking the little contact out easily before placing them in their container. He screwed it shut before turning to his husband.
His eyes glittered with that playfulness he'd seen before making him smirk back at the man, his own amusement pricking as he fought to keep the excitement in him down as the blonde then raised his brows. "Don't forget to take your hearing aids out. You ruined your last pair a year ago because you forgot, and it took you a while to get a new pair. Thank god they gave you backups this time, but you don't have waterproof ones yet and I'm not letting you wreck these ones just because you have backups."
"Fine, fine! I guess I can't indulge in sweet, sweet shower talk with my dear husband either!" Hizashi raised his hands to his cheeks, sighing out before grinning at him widely as he then reached up pulling the right hearing aid out and turning it off before setting it on the counter. "Guess I'll just talk, and you communicate with taps and lip reading! Really boring if you ask me but what can ya do?"
He then raised his left hand up, his wedding ring still dangling on its chain around his throat as he had yet to transfer it to his finger and he then beamed at the black-haired man delightedly. "I love you, Shouta!"
He was hit by that shyness as he looked away from the blonde, his feet shuffling as he gripped the curtain tighter feeling the heat in his cheeks perhaps a bit too vividly before the smirk lowered into a soft little smile. "You know I love you too, Zashi. Now get in the shower! It's already hot so get your ass in here so I can help get that hideous hairdo of yours down and your hair back to normal."
The blonde laughed before reaching the final inches up to pull his hearing aid out, turning it off before placing it with its twin before hooking his thumbs into the waistline of his boxers. He closed the curtain before he could begin gawking at him when he heard the blonde humming softly only for the curtain to pull back on the other side, the rings screeching lightly against the bar, and the blonde stepped in making him chuckle softly.
They switched positions with Hizashi under the hot water tilting his head back as Shouta began moving his hands over the stiff hair, rubbing it lightly as the water washed over it and he listened to the blonde hum to himself as he did so. When he felt the hair beginning to soften rather quickly under the hot water, he grinned to himself with satisfaction. The hairdo really was awful. He began carefully moving his fingers through the blonde locks, tugging the locks listening to the blonde hum softly before sighing out tilting his head back to allow the water to run over his scalp.
He felt that satisfaction crest when the blonde's hair finally laid against his back though it was far from the soft, silky texture it would be after the shower. Though it laid flat instead of in that stupid cockatoo hair style which he was grateful for. He dropped his hands down towards the blonde's waist, his fingers stretched out before curling in a little flinch with his indecision before wrapping his arms around the blonde's waist.
He pressed his lips to the back of his shoulder before nuzzling his cheek to it making the blonde's hands slide over his forearms with a happy sounding sigh. Fingers found his own as they twisted together and though he was shivering lightly he didn't mind it as much as he would have any other day. It was comforting to hold onto the blonde after a long day, to relish in the feel of his skin beneath his own that was so warm from the hot water running over it and he shut his eyes while readjusting his arms before squeezing the blonde to him.
He wanted him to turn around. He wanted the blonde to squeeze him, to run his hands up through his wet hair, to hold his face and to kiss him with that same sweetness on the toilet that had left him wanting more. That had left him tingling from the top of his head to the very tips of his fingers and toes with the longing that had struck him. He wasn't aware when the blonde began swaying lightly only that he was moving with him and his cheek pressed against the soft skin of his shoulder, the weight hair clinging to the rest of the man's back in wet tendrils that still seemed stiff.
So much hairspray and gel were used to get that cockatoo hair style and while he hated it, the blonde said it was strangely therapeutic to do his hair like that even if he had to wake at the crack ass of dawn every day to do it before school. He nuzzled his husband's shoulder, shivering lightly in a constantly little movement, until the blonde finally turned around to face him twisting in an awkward little movement to place Shouta under the water.
He shivered as the heat hit him, but he was staring at his husband who was looking at him with such warmth, such affection, that he was swaying forward on his feet before he even thought twice about it. The water ran down his back as his arms slid from his waist up to curl around his shoulders when the blonde moved his own arms down to Shouta's waist, moving closer to the black-haired man as he leaned in.
It was an instinctive movement, the way he tilted his face up and slid his fingers over the blonde's wet hair; how he twisted himself closer to the blonde letting out a long breath through his nose when their lips met. He didn't find anything romantic about showering together but dammit it had been a long day and the blonde himself was a remedy. Something he needed to relax, something to soothe the irritation that had been festering, and while he would love nothing more than to be pampered, he wanted this much more.
He heard Hizashi sigh through his nose, the rush of air against his hot cheek making his lashes flutter and tickling his cheeks lightly as he felt the tense muscles in his back relaxing. His shoulders sliding down from their stiff positions, something he hadn't known he'd been doing, and he nearly slumped against the blonde with the rush of warmth shooting through his veins. It was like slamming down into bed; it was comfortable, it was warm and goddamn him if it didn't feel fucking good.
He moved his lips with the blonde's happily, the water masking the sound their lips moving as he clung onto the shivering blonde feeling a moment of pity and debated on pulling his husband under the water for some warmth. That is, of course, until he felt the hands rubbing at his waist move up his sides before curving towards his back rubbing at his skin in an awkward massaging manner that he moaned quietly in response too.
Did he feel it? Did the sound vibrate into the kiss just enough? He didn't know but it made those fingers dig into his skin firmly, kneading at the muscles as he felt a flash of heat under his skin; promising, much like the tingles, to burst into flames. He slid his hand down underneath the wet hair to cup the back of his husband's neck, keeping his lips firmly to his when he felt the blonde beginning to pull back to no doubt say something, but he didn't want to hear it.
Not when the movement of their lips was beginning to whisper of an urgency, an excitement that had him shivering lightly as he clung to the blonde with another little moan sliding out of him when the blonde's hands slid down to his lower back. He felt a flash of embarrassment knowing the blonde had to feel the way his dick twitched with excitement, with interest at the wondering hands and he felt chills run down his spine at the soft moan that left his husband.
He nearly shrieked when he was walked that step to the wall, frigid still against his hot skin, but he swallowed it down as a hand slid along the curve of his waist down past his hip to his thigh. The hand kneaded at the muscles there for just a moment, a moment that had his heart stumbling over its beats, when it was tugged up to curl around the blonde's hip and he tightened it instinctively to tug the blonde closer to him.
He dropped his hand from the back of the blonde's neck to his shoulder twisting his torso closer to his own, pressing firmly against him and he whined at the feel of his pierced nipples pressing against his. He was never more pleased than when he noticed the stubble on the blonde's chest; the starting's of the blonde hairs that were growing back and he delighted in the sight of the wiry little curls popping up.
He knew Hizashi didn't care whether he had hair or not, though he did like it best when he was smooth, but Shouta loved it when the blonde's chest was hairy. Naturally he knew it should be the opposite, but it wasn't. He had always loved tugging playfully at it, swirling his fingers through it playfully like his husband did to him, and he merely just loved the sight of it. Hizashi naturally always looked a bit more on the feminine side; slender, a subtle curve to his waist and the long legs that were the envy of most girls in their high school years.
Pair that with how tanned he got in the summer along with the long blonde hair that grew out and was now his pride and joy. Everything about him would lead anyone to believe he was a woman from the back, that much Hizashi didn't care about and neither did Shouta, but the fact that his husband could get just as hairy as himself was a treat. A delight. Like he was the best of both worlds; he could appear feminine to strangers yet the moment his hair grew out on his chest he was happiest.
As if he could look as feminine as he wanted but he knew and Shouta knew he was still one of the most beautiful men around. Maybe he thought it made his husband seem more masculine, maybe it was the fact that he adored the wiry blonde hairs, or maybe it was because he liked it. It could just be because he liked it. While he did love how smooth the blonde's skin was when it was waxed away, he also loved the little blonde hairs just as much, loved it when he let it grow out because Shouta wanted it too.
He wasn't aware when or how he let his thoughts dictate the movement of his lips, but he let out a little noise at the way Hizashi's lips pressed fiercely to his own, moving quickly as he moaned against Shouta's lips, his hand sliding up from his thigh. He pulled from the kiss a delighted, perhaps even excited gasp that rang against the shower walls when the blonde's hands slid down to grip his ass yanking his bottom half flushed against his own much like their chests.
Not an inch of space was spared, and he loved it. His gasp turned into a moan as the blonde's lips pressed to his own again, urgently they moved making those familiar flames burn beneath his skin as he clung to his husband's shoulders the best, he could given how the water made their skin slip against one another's. He parted his lips the second he felt the tip of Hizashi's tongue brush against his lower lip, his heart beating just as hard as the blonde's, that he wasn't sure who's was beating faster; his or Hizashi's.
It was a maddening, thumping rhythm that created an odd sensation; like he possessed two hearts rather than one with how vividly he felt Hizashi's heart beating against his chest. His hands slid off the blonde's shoulders due to the water, but he moved them down his biceps, a light tremble as they slid downwards to the blonde's waist where he copied the action of his husband. He reached backwards grabbing at his ass tugging him tightly, impossibly tight, against him.
It was like he could feel every drop of blood in his head flying downwards as fast as possible to his twitching dick making it harden against the blonde's skin, the man moaning into his mouth as their tongue's twisted together. He echoed the sound feeling a similar hardness growing in response as he played, licked and nudged at the piercing happily while Hizashi's fingers kneaded at his ass before sliding up to his waist kneading at the skin.
Their breaths were loud, deafeningly so, due to the easy amplification of the bathrooms walls and he clung to his husband as he panted through his nose, his skin feverish against the warming wall of the shower. He dug his nails into Hizashi's ass fiercely making a growl leave him as his tongue undulated against his own to rub the bottom ball of his piercing against Shouta's tongue making him moan delightedly at the sensation.
He squirmed against the wall, his nails clawing at his skin as he moved them up the blonde's back. He whined when the blonde pulled back, his breath fast and hot against his lips as he opened his eyes to find a pair of glazed, aroused eyes leveled on him with a red flush to his cheeks that he adored. "So, I take it you're in the mood?"
"Absolutely!" He breathed the word back getting a smile from the blonde who leaned in with a quiet noise in the back of his throat, pressing his lips against his own in four rapid little kisses before the fifth pressed firmly and fiercely to his own making his leg tighten again around the blonde's waist.
His breath rushed out of him when his husband pulled back again only his lips moved across his face softly with just the right amount affection that he was melting against the wall even as his hips shifted restlessly against the blonde. He knew he could speak but the blonde was at a proximity that he wouldn't be able to read his lips and he'd go unanswered, so he contented himself to the soft kisses until his own were parting with a whine in the back of his throat breaking free.
He tapped the blonde's back to gain his attention which, thank God, it worked for the man pulled back quickly to look down at his lips again. "Zashi, please? You can pamper me all you want after, however long you want, and I'll accept it gladly. For now, I want you to make love to me, okay? Please?"
"You want me to make love to you? My, my, someone's in quite the mood, isn't he?"
However, the warmth, the smile he got made his heart skip wildly over its beats, and he nodded at the blonde with what he hoped was the right amount of assertive determination despite his very being wanting to hide his face away. To pretend he'd never said the words that he knew his husband loved. Hizashi did love being rough, he even claimed he loved to fuck him but that there was a huge advocate that there was an enormous difference between fucking and lovemaking.
He said there were different emotions, different mindsets, different sensations between the two that created a drastic impact on how it was performed. And so, the way those green eyes flared at him with heat, with excitement, had him squirming again to have such a look leveled on him when the blonde leaned down to press a soft kiss to his throat that sent a ripping heat under his skin.
"Okay, baby, I'll make love to you. It's what you need after such a long week, isn't it? My baby boy needs some lovin' and I'll give it to you. It's been a while since we've made love, hasn't it? I have too much fun fucking you that I never think about it but today is perfect for something different. Still kinky but slow." He placed another kiss downwards to his collar bone before gently pushing his leg off of his waist. "I'll be right back, baby!"
"Don't get the bed wet!" He ordered making the blonde laugh as he watched his lips then turned away pushing the curtain out of the way, the sound of water pattering to the floor had him sighing when the wet feet carefully slapped against the floor.
The lock turned followed by the light squeak of the doors hinges as the blonde stepped into the bedroom. While he definitely loved their rough, kinky sex they'd been having lately he needed a small break; he loved being pounded into the bed, so much that he often craved it, but today he just couldn't handle that level of intensity. His body was begging for soft, for gentleness, and if anything, his limping had proved he truly needed a break from the roughness.
From the desperation that had tainted everything with its burning heat. Just for a little bit. He heard the blonde's footsteps on the floor, the door swinging shut, and locking once again only for the light slapping of feet against the floor to sound out. He felt his stomach squirm with the excitement when the curtain pulled open allowing the blonde to step back in turning to him. Surprisingly, in the few seconds he was gone, he had not only grabbed the lube but had gotten the condom on ahead of time which was different.
"I'm back! You ready for the best afternoon of your life? You get not only to make love, but to be pampered and you're eating almost immediately after! You're being spoiled rotten today and you're going to love every second of it!" Hizashi's voice rose and fell, from a normal tone to a yelling one that made Shouta laugh quietly to himself as he held his hands out for the blonde who smiled at him, stepping forward kicking up a few splashes of water.
He wrapped his arms around the blonde's shoulders, tugging him close again when a hand slid around his waist to the small of his back. He tipped his head back when the blonde leaned down pressing his lips to his throat, the side of his neck and the edge of his jaw happily in fluttering kisses that made him whimper quietly at. "I promise, baby, for the rest of this weekend you won't do a single thing you don't have to!"
"Oh, really? You promise?" He loved the wide grin he got from his husband.
"I promise! You'll be as lazy as you want, sleep as you want, and I'll take care of everything for you! You've done so much for me, done so much for our kids, and worked so hard that you deserve a few days where you can relax or sleep as you wish before patrols! You deserve every bit of it, Shouta."
He hummed softly in acknowledgement due to the simple fact that it didn't matter if he answered vocally or not, the blonde wouldn't hear it and even if he could he wasn't sure he could turn that hum into the words he knew he wanted. He just slid his hands down his back to the space between his shoulder blades, feeling the shiver roll over the blonde as he dragged his nails lightly against his slick skin.
His heart was racing, which didn't help with the fluttering in his stomach one bit, his hands shaking lightly much like his legs, and he was excited, painfully excited as he stood against the wall with lips pressed to his skin. A hand tracing up his back making it arch instinctively to the touch which pulled a soft moan out of him. The lips were never ceasing in their quest to place as many kisses to his skin whether it was his neck, his throat, his jaw or his collar bones and chest. They fluttered everywhere they possibly could, making him melt against the wall once again.
He jumped when he felt fingers sliding between his cheeks to rub at him his air fueling a much louder moan than he intended which had him moving his arm quickly, his hand flying up to his mouth to cover it when a finger pushed into him. He whimpered against his palm while he closed his eyes tightly, lashes fluttering from the action, and he breathed in through his nose only to jolt when the finger grazed over his prostate in one of those lazy thrusts.
He moaned loudly yet again only the pitch crested high, embarrassingly high. He knew he had no reason to be embarrassed as it was only him that could hear the sound was amplified making it unbearable. He could handle hearing his moans in the bedroom where they seemed to fade off into the air around them, lost in the room, but here? Here every sound could be amplified, every sound bouncing off the walls delightfully in the small room and he hated it.
His other hand cupped the back of Hizashi's head in an attempt to keep him against his throat, but the blonde pulled back easily enough to look at him. His eyes cracking open just in time to see his husband raise his brows raised at the hand covering his mouth. He jerked again moaning as he squeezed a fistful of wet hair instinctively when the blonde rubbed the pad of his finger against his prostate making him squirm in place, his legs to shake in bursts.
Like they would give out any moment. He stared at him for a few moments just wordlessly, his pupils huge and his eyes smoldering at him with lashes that quivered as those eyes flicked over his face curiously. He stared back hissing in a breath that had his eyes losing again when the second finger nudged at him before pushing in alongside that first one. He whimpered again when the blonde raised his other hand from his lower back to pull his hand away.
He gasped in a breath only for the blonde to stroke his cheek with the back of his hand softly, the touch making him let out a shaky breath when lips were covering his own again. He kissed him fervently, delightedly, excitedly; every little emotion that was inside of him poured into that kiss as he moaned when the fingers began alternating between scissoring outwards and thrusting inwards to target his prostate.
It was a dizzying song and dance, but he found his hips jumping backwards to meet each thrust inwards, the pleasure zapping up his spine each time the pads of those fingers rubbed his prostate. He could hear their racing breaths, louder than they had any right to be, and yet strangely thrilling as the moan he got from his husband send shudders down his spine at just how low, how throaty it sounded.
His legs quivered beneath him, promising if he didn't sit or get off them soon, he'd fall to his knees from the pleasure burning higher, higher, higher through him leaving him a trembling mess. He didn't even care that it felt like he was drying, he could only focus on the skin and wet hair beneath his respective hands; the backs of fingers stroking his cheek softly while the fingers of that other hand thrusted into him making his lashes flutter.
All that mattered was the lips on his kissing the very air out of him like he was a desirable, highly irreplaceable thing that Hizashi wanted more of. The moans between the both of them, trading off as if taking turns, were just as loud as their breaths though the sounds of them ringing off the walls weren't nearly as embarrassing as when he'd been releasing them on his own. It was as if the sound of his moans mixing and overlapping with Hizashi's made them bearable to hear, made them acceptable in the din of the bathroom.
He whined loudly when the fingers flexed outwards again, pushing fiercely at him making him shiver as they slid out of him, and the blonde pulled back from the kiss with a quiet smack that he heard over the water striking the floor. The blonde them took a moment to pick up the abandoned tube on the little ledge of their shower wall to squeeze some of the lubricant onto his fingers and reached down to rub it across his entrance making him shiver.
He then watched quite eagerly as a decent sized dollop was squeezed onto his palm then down to rub it over the condom covered erection. He always tried to slick up if the condom wasn't slippery enough. Not all condoms had enough lubricant after all. Then those green eyes were on him again. He moved his arms around his neck once more, holding on tightly when Hizashi looked at him questioningly and he nodded allowing the man to reach down to grab his right leg curling it up around his waist.
With a little hop from Shouta his other leg was lifted up around it as well. He sucked in a breath at the way he was very quickly pinned tightly to the wall, firmly and slipping lightly against it. Then the blonde gripped his ass to keep him up and he met those wide green eyes of his feeling his heart give a flutter. He slid his hands up into the wet locks of hair tugging his face closer until their lips connected again making him sigh softly through his nose as they moved together in unison creating the perfect rhythm.
He poured every ounce of affection, every ounce of adoration and even love that he could into the kiss making the answering emotions warm him to the very core; he loved his husband. He truly adored him in moments like these where they were taking their time, not letting desperation or urgency rule every minute of it but rather slow, smoldering and gentle. He felt the hands squeeze his ass tightly before sliding to caress the undersides of his thighs making them tremble lightly at the touch and he kissed him fervently, eagerly now as he moved his lips faster.
The blonde answered in kind when he whimpered loudly at the feel of hands returning to his ass, the blonde sliding him down just enough to arch his hips up to rub up against his entrance. It didn't hold the teasing quality that it could have had at it slid against him slickly due to the extra lubricant he'd used, and he shivered at the low pooling sensation of arousal flowing through him. The excitement that felt loud and bright inside of him, an emotion that demanded its own focus as he clung to the blonde in response when he felt the tip of his erection nudging at him.
He sucked in a breath through his nose only for it to fly out of his mouth, his head falling back hitting the wall with a thud that he couldn't quite associate with any pain; not yet at least. There would be time to feel the ache later, he knew that much, but it wasn't important. The way his stomach dropped, his air flew out of him only to refuse to come back in as his cry choked itself in his throat silently and his hands clutched at his husband fiercely; so much so that his nails dug into his skin.
He trembled with each inch that pushed into him, his chest flying up with a deep inhale once his husband's hips were pressed against him and he gulped his air hungrily which only came out as a loud, high moan. He tightened his legs around his slim waist, gasping as Hizashi moaned loudly against his chest where he was placing fluttering kisses against happily. Fingers dug into his ass cheeks happily kneading, squeezing as if he needed to hold onto the black-haired man rather than the other way around and his moans flew out of him easily at the sensation.
The blonde's lips crawled up his chest, teeth nipping at his collar bones, before peppering his throat and neck with kisses that trailed to his shoulder or up to his jaw softly making him whimper softly at the sensation. The man was wet, soaking wet from the water that dripped down his face and he loved it. They didn't have shower sex often; in fact, close to never. They did it all the time in the year after high school as a shower was the closest place they could get to alone time during those years.
But once they were on their own and they had their own space, their own room, they never felt the need to go that far in a shower. Of course, they fooled around and kissed, touched, teased each other until they were running from the shower to the bedroom, which was a common thing they both loved to do with one another. The actual act of sex, however, never occurred. But God did it feel just as thrilling as it had when they were teens.
The back of his head throbbed from the impact, yet he didn't want to say a thing, didn't want to call attention to it yet, for if he did the blonde would stop everything to get ice on him before a knot could form. He groaned when the blonde began grinding his hips against him, the action sending heat through his very veins until he was sure that his blood boiled from the sensation, and he moved his own hips the best he could to copy that movement.
Those kneading hands left his ass to once again slide along the underside of his thighs making the muscles quiver at the touch before curving them up to the sides, his breath racing against Shouta's throat. He reached up to pull at those blonde locks of hair, gently but insistently until his husband got the hint and pulled back for him to look. To see the red blush he adored, the way his lips seemed to be lightly swollen from the kissing as they parted with those fast breaths while his lashes were drooping as if he was struggling to keep his eyes open.
He was absolutely, stunningly beautiful. He leaned in then, helpless to fight the aching urge to return the favor in little kisses over the blonde's face. His forehead, his eyes forcing them to shut briefly, the arch of his eyebrows, his cheek bones and the smattering of freckles across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose right down to his jaw where he felt it drop down a bit more as if he wanted to open his mouth wider.
To get a better breath. He then moved over kissing the tip of his nose gently, for once rubbing his against the blonde's affectionately making the blonde laugh breathlessly at the action. His hands slid up his thighs to his waist then up, up, up to his chest where they moved through the curls of hair happily upwards to his neck where fingers lightly caressed his jaw. He pressed a light kiss to his top lip, a fluttering movement before he did it again.
And again. All while that maddening grinding was continued until the blonde finally pulled his hips back to thrust up in a shallow movement that had him moaning eagerly against his lips that closed to press against his in an awkwardly angled kiss. He didn't mind it one bit as the vibration of his moan against his lip seemed to coax the blonde to move his hips in a slow, unhurried pace as he stroked his jaw lightly before dropping them back down to his thighs when he slid against the wall making him hiss in a breath.
He knew Hizashi wouldn't let him fall but that didn't stop the icy jolt of panic when he slid. He kissed the blonde happily, fervently prompting the blonde's hands to drift over his thighs lightly after adjusting his stance then repining him tightly to the wall making him moan at the pleasure that ripped through him. He parted his lips long before the blonde could even lick at his lip making the man moan at the movement and his lips flew open in response.
It was slow, it was perfect, and it was the absolute best. There was no rush, no urge to come as fast as he could or get to that point. It was exactly what he had wanted right now. What he needed. He played with the blonde's piercing making the blonde moan out into the kiss as his hips continued thrusting slowly, like he truly did have every moment in the world to go at the pace he pleased.
He sighed when the palm finally pressed up against his cheek, rubbing circles against his cheek bone softly until he pulled back to take a deep breath. He pressed a kiss to the blonde's cheek, the side of his nose, his jaw softly before he leaned back against the wall so he could speak. "Go f-faster, Zashi. It's okay."
He watched the light of excitement flicker in his husband's eyes, a groan sliding from him as he leaned down nuzzling his face into his throat and he whimpered softly as he cupped the back of his head to keep him there. He shuddered when teeth bit at his skin, his limbs tightening on the blonde when the pace sped up and a hand reached down to squeeze his thigh as he thumped against the wall from the quickening pace.
He panted softly at the heat that sizzled through him when the blonde's hips jumped eagerly, quickly against him making him whine softly at the angle. It wasn't bad, it just barely hit his prostate sending faint tingles of pleasure through him and it wasn't what he wanted. As if sensing that, as if he knew just what he wanted, the blonde shifted his feet carefully in order to change the angle and he was crying out when the pleasure ripped up his spine when the blonde hit his prostate head on.
The back of his head was throbbing when it pressed to the wall tightly, his hips were squirming in an attempt to move in time with his husband, and he could hear the quiet thumps of his body hitting the wall again, again, again despite his tightly pinned position. There was a reason they didn't do it up against the wall; it was too loud. Even if their room was at the back of the house, it would still be audible somewhat faintly if the rest of the house was quiet.
"Shouta, Shouta, Shouta, perfect boy, so good!"
He shivered when the blonde moaned against his throat before moving downwards to his chest, his pants racing against his skin when he kissed the center of his chest, his hot cheek pressing against it for just a moment. God, he loved this man. The one person he held so tight to himself, clung to so fiercely, and even then it didn't feel like close enough. If he could he'd have the blonde under his very skin; held close where he could keep him safe again.
He groaned as squirmed his hips again, wanting so desperately for those hot sparks that he would be subjected too when his husband struck his prostate. Brushed it, nudged it, anything that would send wave after wave of heat up his spine. Fan underneath his skin until he was desperate for reprieve. And there was nothing better than hearing his husband moaning into his throat, his chest, as those hands and arms squeezed him tightly against the blonde's chest.
He let out another moan as those hips continued hitting against him quickly with his request for faster as he hit upon his prostate tearing another cry out of him as he clung to the man. A hand on his wet hair, the other clinging onto his upper back, and he loved the feel of those hands on him. His pants came quickly, the heat from the water doing little to help with that mild spinning sensation but he wasn't going to complain now; not now.
There was something so good about being somewhat damp as his husband's skin remained soaked from the water pouring over him as he clung onto him. Slick beneath his hand making it nearly impossibly to cling onto as he pressed against the back of Hizashi's head with another moan flying out of him. "Mmmmmm, love you, baby! I fucking love you! Sweet, lovely boy, you always get better and better I swear! Nnnghh, yes! Ah, I love you so fucking m-much! So good, so sweet, so stubborn and so stupid and smart and you're mine! Mine, baby, mine! I get to touch you, and love you, and fuck you and-and-!"
His words dissolved into moans when Shouta yanked his face from his chest to press their lips together again in a brief kiss that sizzled, burned with heat and he pulled back meeting those foggy eyes. Fuck, he loved that look. That lost, unfocused, foggy pleasure. It made his eyes look dark; a stormy green rather than their brilliant, bright shade and it sent shivers down his spine every single time he saw them. No matter how many times he could see, he would always melt under them. Always shiver. "H-Harder! Harder, Zashi!"
His voice was a frantic whisper as hips twitched again, his hands clawing lightly at the blonde's scalp making him moan enthusiastically at the action, his head tipping back just a bit when he pulled at the blonde locks. His throat, his smooth throat, begged for marks. Begged for kisses, for bites, for hickey's to be placed there and he couldn't lean in enough to get to his throat, but the blonde was gripping his thighs with both hands now staring at him with a tilt to his head.
While there was a great difference between fucking and lovemaking for Hizashi, to Shouta it was something that mixed together. It could start with lovemaking and end in fucking. It could start with fucking and end with lovemaking. The moment was sweet, it was so achingly sweet and tender he felt he could be reduced to tears with the right amount of pushing if the blonde continued speaking.
But what he wanted was to change. He went into it wanting the sweetness of lovemaking and now the want, the need, for more was clawing up inside him. Getting closer to the surface with every second. "Please! Please, Zashi? G-Go harder, faster, please!"
"I thought you wanted to make love, Sho? What you're asking for is for me too fu-"
"Yes! I mean, yes, I know. But we have all night, right? An-And I can change my mind, right? We can make love tonight, all night long, like I want but don't you want to fuck me up against this shower wall? Don't you want to absolutely fuck my brains out? It was s-sweet at first, and I loved how gentle you were, trust me I did, but now? Now I want you to fucking slam me against this wall and fuck me until I can't breathe! It-It was like a prelude, a slow and sweet start that I needed but now I-I really want-!" He choked himself off because he was babbling for once. He was babbling.
Out of the both of them Hizashi was more likely to babble than Shouta was but the fact that he was feeling his face burn with a fresh wave of heat, his defensiveness kicking itself up high as if he needed to defend himself against the sudden want to change pace. He took a deep breath before speaking again. To ground himself. "Hizashi Yamada, you are going to make love to me all night long. As sweet, as tender and loving as you can make it once Hitoshi and Eri are in bed. But for now, while it's just the two of us, I want you to fuck me against this shower wall. Got it?"
"Mmmm, I hear you loud and clear, baby!"
He rolled his eyes as Hizashi laughed at his own shitty joke, his fingers kneading at his thighs again when he leaned in kissing his chin, the chuckles making him bounce against him creating a rather unique sensation given their connecting bodies. It made him dig his nails into his scalp again shivers running down his spine, his legs tightening around the blonde's waist lightly and the man's chuckles deepened into a low groan when Shouta tightened his muscles around the blonde.
"Alright, alright! You want me to fuck you now? You want to be slammed against the wall and have your brains fucked out, huh? You went from wanting to be pampered and wanting to make love too right to wanting to be fucked up against a shower wall like a slut? That's how you want it?"
"Yessss!"
The blonde narrowed his eyes at him when Shouta moaned out his hips resuming their thrusting though it was far from the slow, easy movements of before but rather a quick motion that threatened to dissolve into those snapping thrusts he knew they'd get too. He twitched his own hips uselessly against the wall, whimpers flying out of him when the blonde growled softly at him leaning in biting his collar bone which had his back arching forward with a gasp.
It was a stark contrast to moments ago, it was brimming with heat already and he whined at the teeth digging into his skin sending pain ripping across it in response when the blonde suckled at his skin fiercely. As if it would erase the burn of pain, he bit his lip when the blonde slid his hands up his thighs to his sides again digging his nails into his skin making him moan encouragingly as they raked forward towards his stomach making the muscles quiver at the touch before moving upwards rather than the way he wanted them to go.
He was gasping happily when the fingers trailed over his nipples, thumbs flicking over them lightly to coax them to a hardened state as his skin tingled eagerly for another bite, another clawing motion. He bit his lip fiercely as his eyes closed instinctively, trembling when fingers pinched at his nipples tightly only to twist lightly back and forth the light burn making him squirm against the wall.
As much as Shouta loved, loved, loved to make love with Hizashi and hear his voice raise with the crooning praises he'd said moments ago he wanted THIS just a little bit more. He didn't know when his mind started begging for more, for harder, for faster but it did and while those necessarily didn't mean rough, nor did it mean that jagged pounding rhythm but rather, he just needed fast.
He needed hard. He needed a little more than the slow and sweet pace they had been at. He was surprised when his legs were being pushed off of the blonde's waist, trembling as they hit the floor like they were about to give out on him just like before. He whimpered when the blonde pulled his hips backwards causing him to open his mouth to question just what the blonde was doing. Then it clicked.
It clicked when his husband grasped his wrist gently and he spun on his feet, carefully as he could while being quick about it, and he braced his hands against the wall. He shifted to spread his legs just enough, to be stable but far apart, when he nearly slid due to the wet floor but the blonde grabbed his waist tightly to keep him up right. The blonde had stepped back far enough that his lower half was under the water again, the heat streaking down his lower back and legs making him shiver at the heat washing over him despite the heat that burned beneath his skin.
It was hot. Everything really was hot, hotter than he thought, and he was in danger of getting dizzy. The air was humid, heavy each time he gulped it down to his lungs that struggled to expand with the humid breaths and yet he knew he wasn't going to say a damn thing about it. Much like how he had hit his head, he wasn't going to say anything. Not until it was over. He whimpered as he slid his hands along the wet wall to press his forehead forward against his forearms, his heart hammering against his chest.
He arched his hips backwards when he felt the blonde rub himself against him teasingly. He made a choking sound; somewhere between a gasp or a whimper, he wasn't sure, but it rang off the bathroom walls when his husband pushed into him again. It was a slick movement that allowed him to slide forward until he was pressed against him again and he moaned loudly as he felt hands rub at his waist before sliding up his sides before coming back down to his hips.
They tucked themselves in the little crease that had formed between his hips and thighs from the bent over position, gripping at him tightly, when he began that grinding rhythm he'd done in the beginning. Only this time, this time, this time, he could move. He had to be mindful of the slick floor, but he could move. He let out a fast breath, racing as he leaned forward then swung backwards in a thrust that had the blonde moaning loudly behind him.
He repeated the motion happily with a little more force that he felt the blonde wobble from the impact. He smirked to himself as he panted excitedly before he worked himself into a back-and-forth rhythm, his feet pressing firmly to the floor. His toes curled when the pleasure blazed through him each time the position allowed for the tip of his erection to hit his prostate. It was easy, far too easy, to get himself worked up into a fast rhythm that had the blonde struggling to catch his footing more than once.
He then moved his hips backwards and forwards quickly, rolling on the balls of his feet for momentum. They often didn't do a position like this; save for the pet play Shouta avoided it as he had a back that could cramp up easily if he moved the wrong way or repeated the same movement. It didn't help that there was always no warning when it would happen. One minute he could be doing something perfectly fine then the next his back was cramping up.
Hizashi always loved to call him an old man because of it. However, he was grateful he felt no twinge as he rocked on his feet, the wet slaps of their skin meeting were like an aphrodisiac effect; he wanted to hear it more. He wanted to hear that wet slapping that was so much better than the mere sound of sweaty skin meeting, it was so much louder and slicker that it sent shivers down his spine at the sound.
He wondered if water was managing to spray just a bit each time he swung backwards as the droplets ran down his skin in streams. He loved the tight grip on his hips as he rocked forward and backwards, his heart hammering against his chest when he moaned loudly feeling the blonde's nails bite into his skin finally only for it to crest into a higher pitch when hips began moving. He felt the blonde awkwardly thrust against him a few times before he got the hang of the black-haired man's movements and once, he did his moans were mingling with Hizashi's again.
While thumping would no doubt, he heard in that previous position he knew their moans, the slapping, the fast breaths would go unheard; they were to far from the bedroom doors for even the perverted listener to hear. His legs were shaking as he slammed himself backwards, flying forward just as fast with the blonde meeting his backwards movements so perfectly it had his lashes fluttering with that all too familiar threat for his eyes to roll up.
He wanted something to grab, to hold onto, as he panted quickly but there was nothing to grab and he sure as hell wasn't going to grab onto the curtain and yank it down by accident. That happened once when they were teens and he'd been chewed out by his mother and stepfather respectively about it even if it was the simplest thing to put it back up again. So, he had nothing to hold onto as his hands clawed uselessly at the slick wall, sliding over it with that same uselessness.
He shivered as he moaned loudly when the blonde began pulling him back as if to coax him to move faster. Harder. He was moaning out at an embarrassing pitch at each strike against his prostate that left him trembling, moving to slam himself backwards harder. To push himself forward faster and backwards as he listened to the wet hit of his skin against Hizashi's each time. It was better, it was amazing, and as much as he loved the sweet tempo, they'd started with the heat of this was just as good.
If he did it, if he controlled the pace this way, then Hizashi wouldn't walk away with sore hips, and he wouldn't be limping again. He wailed out when the blonde moved a hand from his hip to his erection, stroking in time with their frantic, frenzied movements. His hands raised then slammed down on the wall as they curled into shaking fists as he gasped for a breath that didn't make his head spin.
His lungs were eager, desperate even, for a fresh breath of air that wasn't heavy and humid in his chest like molasses and each fast breath felt like he was running a marathon with how they ached lightly. He knew he shouldn't, but his brain worried faintly at their use of the hot water; of the fact that they'd been in there for a while, and then it was lost when the blonde rubbed his thumb viciously against the head of his erection.
His hand was wet from the water which had it sliding slickly over his skin in a way that had him rutting into his hand each time he swung himself forward. He whimpered lightly when the tip of his thumb then slid against his slit fiercely before resuming its stroking pace. He moaned at the brief moment of confusion when he was then being pushed forward until he was up against the wall again and it was quickly lost when his faint words came back to him.
He'd said to be fucked against the wall, hadn't he? While he had hated that he wasn't under the water, though he was still wet and Hizashi certainly was soaking wet, he was glad he didn't lose those wet slaps he had found himself loving so fervently. Twitching, he whined at the cold shower wall that his erection was pressed tightly against, and he squirmed as if to pull away only to be pushed forward again.
Both of them grunting softly though Shouta's was in annoyance while Hizashi's sounded far more aroused. He felt lips against his shoulder, tender and sweet despite the harsh movements of the hips striking forward against him, and he whimpered softly as his hands squeezed into tight fists that had his arms shaking much like the rest of him.
"Y-You know, I want to spoil you a-all night, but you just have to ask for shit like this! I want to treat you li-like a kingg, but you wa-want to be fucked up against the shower wall l-like this! I thi-think you only know how to fuck like a sl-slut! You've fo-forgot how amazing lovemaking is, ha-haven't you? Well, I'll show you, baby! I'll fuck your bra-brains out until you're fucking screaming for me and then to-tonight I'll have you sobbing because it'll be so gooood!"
He moaned at the promise, the near threat in his husband's voice and he nodded as his cheeks pressed to the wet wall only to jolt at how cold it felt against his hot skin. It was like an electric volt sent straight through him as his hot skin protested being pressed to that frigid wall. He shuddered as his husband squeezed at him, hips slamming against him as he whimpered with each sizzling wave rushing underneath his skin and pooling in his stomach.
Like a pressure that was building, building, building. A pressure that would eventually need to be relieved. He groaned as he wriggled his hips, his trapped erection twitched in it's place against his stomach and the wall. Loved it. He loved, loved, loved it so much. While he did know just how tender, how sweet lovemaking could truly be there was just something so much more tantalizing about being shoved up against the shower wall and be fucked so wildly in a manner just like this.
But he meant his word. Tonight, all night, if his husband had the stamina nod he had the stamina then he would happily dive into the world of lovemaking with his husband again. Let his hands caress, hold and coax him into the warmth and tenderness that was lovemaking. He'd do it happily. But not now. No, now was for something wild. He heard Hizashi take a breath, those low babbles choking in his throat finally bursting free. "Yo-You like fucking like you're an an-animal, baby, but you'll love what I'll do tonight e-even more! I promise you will!"
He whimpered, feeling the racing breaths against his shoulder before teeth sank down, making him cry out, his legs shaking as he writhed in the tight space provided to him, and his left hand flew from the wall reaching behind him. It was an awkward twist to his arm, but he reached backwards grabbing at his husband's ass fiercely, digging his nails in as he pulled him forward making the blonde groan against his skin as his teeth bit down hard.
Hard, hard, harder. His hips moved faster, faster, faster. He was absolutely euphoric. A hint of that light, soaring feeling rushing over him though nowhere near as intense as it was with the shibari though it was a hint that he could sink into it at any moment if done right. He appreciated his husband wanted to give him something sweet, something tender, and something loving but there was just something so good about how desperately his husband slammed against him bringing the both of them to that edge.
Like he couldn't get there fast enough while dragging Shouta with him. He moaned out a strangled sound, a word maybe? Was it his husband's name? Or something else? He couldn't understand it as he gripped at his husband fiercely, digging his nails into his skin deeply as he pulled him forward as if assisting the sharp thrusts. He wanted a fresh breath of air bad, bad, bad but it wouldn't happen until they left the bathroom and after this, they'd have to actually wash themselves.
Would Hizashi care if it was cold? He hoped he wouldn't because he wasn't sure he could take much more of this heat. The way his husband had him pinned against the wall had his hips jerking forward each time, pressing and rubbing his erection against the wall making him moan frantically at the sensation and while it wasn't as good as blankets or a hand, it was still an interesting sensation.
Something he hadn't experienced before. He didn't know if it was good, if it was bad, or if it was merely okay but it was pushing him closer to an orgasm that was for sure. Much like the heat, the temperature slowly becoming too much for him, the teeth in his skin were creating that same skin crawling sensation that it was too much, too much, too much. He felt like he was going to scream if it didn't stop when they were gone, leaving his skin making it throb viciously at the absence of pressure and he felt relief fly through him.
That was one thing settled. He was a little disappointed when he realized that given how close they were to the wall that the blonde wasn't under the water as he was before thus that wet, smacking sound he'd been loving moments ago wasn't ringing out as it was before, and it whimpered with that disappointment. He shivered, however, when he felt a tongue lap over the bite on his shoulder, the ball of his piercing rubbing against his skin was an erotic feeling in itself and had him trembling at the feeling.
He gripped the skin of his husband's ass so tightly, so hard, that he heard him grunting at the grip and yet the sound didn't process itself until Hizashi was reaching backwards to grab at his wrist tugging his hand away. He whined when it was pinned to the wall though the blonde seemed to understand, seemed to know the sound that left him, for his fingers weaved together with Shouta's. It was a tight grip as he felt the blonde press his forehead to his shoulder now.
His panting just as jagged and fast as Shouta's, when he gripped at the blonde's fingers as his right hand came up to cover Shouta's as well. Tight, tight, tight he held his hands, and he returned that tight grip. He clung to his husband's hands feeling his head spinning, growing dizzy as his knees wobbled threatening- no promising that they were going to give out. They couldn't keep him up anymore.
He felt his knees buckle though due to his position pinned to the wall he didn't fall as he thought he would. No, it went unnoticed as the blonde adopted those long, harsh thrusts that really had him rubbing against the wall. He whimpered feeling his own orgasm creeping up, clawing its way to the surface and he wasn't sure if it was simply because his muscles were tired, but his legs shook violently, and he was even surprised when his left foot popped onto the ball of it to jiggle his leg.
It bounced against the wall despite its weak state as he clung to his husband's hands gasping desperately, the air far too thick and humid for his hungry lungs as he cried out. He couldn't take it. He couldn't breathe and his head was spinning, he was so dizzy, and his legs were so weak. It was scary. It was amazing. He didn't know which feeling prevailed in him and he didn't want to figure it out right now because it was welling inside him, that vicious orgasm that made his eyes roll up and his eyes to squeeze shut.
If Hizashi felt his leg bouncing so viciously he didn't say a thing but rather squeezed his hands tight, so tight he swore there'd be the faint tracing of bruises and he felt the round edges of his ring digging into his back lightly as he pressed himself to him tightly. So much so that it was hard to believe he could jackhammer his thrusts like he was as his breaths raced over his skin, gasping wildly much like Shouta was.
He pressed against him like he couldn't stand the possibility of an inch being there. Couldn't stand any space whatsoever being between them. He gasped only for it to come out as moans, desperate moans that pleaded for the orgasm to wash over him already, that his legs couldn't bear to stay in this standing position despite his knees having given out moments ago. Perhaps it was a harsh slam against his prostate, the way his husband screamed out his name so loudly he wouldn't be surprised if the mirror splintered from the frequency of it.
His orgasm washed over him making him writhe against his husband, against the wet wall, as his erection twitched with each spurt and throbbed viciously with each wave of that release. His feet slid against the floor desperately before slipping out from under him all together, trying to find their footing uselessly against the floor and he wailed out clinging to those shaking hands covering his own.
Once it finished, once that final spurt left him he felt his husband shaking against him before allowing both of them to slide down to the floor on their knees and he could feel his legs shaking much like his own were. That was new. The hands clung to his own still, fiercely as they panted, and he looked up lazily at the come that had managed to smear onto the wall feeling a wave of heat hit his face but then arms were wrapping around him.
The curled across his stomach making him whine tiredly at the feeling of the liquid smearing against his skin, knowing it was no doubt rubbing against the blonde's forearms when he was pulled back. Lips attacked his shoulder softly, up to his neck softly before nuzzling the nape of his neck softly as he squeezed Shouta to his chest that heaved against his back wildly like his own.
He wanted to say something, anything, but the blonde was them scootching backwards along the floor which was easier given the water hitting it and he jumped as he was pulled under the water which immediately wet his damp hair soaking it again. It ran down his drying skin as he focused on catching his breath, the lips returning to his shoulder again in soft little kisses.
"I love you, Shouta. I love you so fucking much, and I'll do a-anything for you. No matter w-what it is, when it is, or how it is, I'll do it. Yo-You deserve it, baby, and I promise I'll worship you the way you deserve to b-be." He took a breath as if to calm himself then chuckled lazily. "Now, let's get you cleaned up. I-I'll do everything, all the cleanup, and we can e-even eat in bed! Whatever you want, baby, whatever you w-want!"
And he nodded tiredly against his husband's shoulder loving the soft squeeze he got that had him melting backwards against his husband who was still pressed flushed against him, his flaccid dick resting snugly inside him with a comforting presence. He sometimes loved having it in him, hard or flaccid, and enjoyed cock-warming for his husband when he was in the mood for it and now was no different.
He clung to his husband's arms, holding them against his stomach now rather than wanting to push them away to spare them the smear of his come and he wished, for just one moment Hizashi could hear him when he turned his head to kiss the blonde's neck finally. He felt the movement of his swallow, knew his Adam's Apple was bobbing, as the blonde let out a shaky breath when he spoke against his throat hoping he understood the movement of his lips without seeing them.
"I love you too, Zashi."