While he certainly was just as horny as Hizashi on a good day, the blonde was always willing to jump into bed together or always eager to accept a sexual proposition from Shouta. However, the fact that he also felt they needed a break was surprising. He still remembered how relieved the blonde had looked then quickly corrected it by vocalizing his concern for both of them; that they were going to end up limping more and more, that they were going to go from being sore to being in pain from how often they did it and so the break was called.
Shouta, of course, had his nights where he wanted to reach out to touch the blonde and ask him to help him, to get this pent-up energy out only for the man to fight it down and force himself to sleep where he'd be working himself to the bone the moment the sun rose. It was like everyone around them let out a breath much like they had; like those around them, students or coworkers alike, could sense they weren't pushing themselves to their limits.
It sure let Hitoshi breathe and relax around his peers again now that neither of his adoptive fathers were limping around. Though he spent some nights at the dorms, away from Hizashi to keep an eye on his students, he felt restless. And he felt restless even when he was twisted up with the blonde in their bed, the cats strewn across the bed around them or playing on their cat tree happily by the window or along the floor.
He wanted to touch, to kiss and writhe with his husband until they were grabbing and squeezing at each other. Clawing and yanking at each other in a frenzy he knew was waiting from the break that had stretched from two weeks to three, three to four. He wanted Hizashi to poke his shoulder, ask if he was sleeping, only for them to fly at each other in a blind hunger to find the other's lips as fast as possible before ultimately throwing all the cats out of their room and locking the door.
He wanted to have his legs forced up as the bed bounced, until the headboard slammed against the wall from the force of their movements, and he wanted to scream his husband's name at the top of his lungs again. But the blonde hadn't announced he wanted to do anything, he hadn't said what he wanted, and so it led to a quite restlessness that was stirring under his skin. It was frustrating to have him so close but unable to mend the gap with the question of starting it up again.
Damn that strange little shyness that was always strangling him, his anxiety peeking up to keep him from saying anything. The nights when Eri would ask to sleep with them were easiest, far easier, because she was there like a little pillows between them and the way she cuddled up to Shouta left little room to think about anything else. And that's where it led to now. Shouta wasn't sure how to approach the subject, wasn't sure how to bring it up, because how did you bring it up?
How did you tell your husband that not only did you buy a chastity cage but that it had been worn it at all? That it was coming in on two weeks now? He groaned rubbing at his face fiercely before covering his mouth with his hand, his cheeks burning hotly as he stared at himself before lifting his gaze to the full body mirror Hizashi had recently bought. Claimed they needed it as just seeing how they looked from the waist up was absolutely not enough and that they needed to see the whole appearance of theirs before leaving the house.
He didn't care about it when it was plopped in the corner of the room, angled away from the bed of course, and had even managed to ignore its existence until now. Until this very moment. He looked at himself in the mirror, his heart beating quickly against his chest as his palm pressed tightly against his mouth like he wanted to say something, but he held it back. His own red face, the way his eyes flicked restlessly up and then down at himself, the way he fidgeted on his feet awkwardly right down to his other hand fiddling with the keys making them jingle quietly together was an image he wasn't sure he liked or hated.
Though the main star, the spotlight on himself, was the chastity cage. It was the simplest one he could understand, the simplest one in design, and the first he had chosen when his mortification had risen in him so fiercely, he nearly backed out of the idea of buying it. There were so many choices, so many different ones that when he found a double lock one, he had felt hopeless he'd find something simple until he stumbled across this one though there was nothing special.
When he bought it, he thought the embarrassment would swallow him whole when it showed up, convinced that everyone knew what was inside it despite the box giving away nothing, and he had felt mortification when Eri had begged to see what was inside it. Even Hitoshi had questioned what it was. He didn't know how to answer so he merely said something offhand about it being for the cats, something like that, and ran off to stuff it on the top shelf of their closet to keep Eri from possibly finding it and touching it.
He didn't even want to think about something like this being in her hands even if it was in a box. The first day he had put it on he hated it. He hated how it sat, hated how it seemed to grip him and how it felt so restricting he wasn't sure he could do it. He was aggravated when it was on, like a feral animal being caged, and he hated it. Then on the second day he put it back on, locking it in place, and then going about his day the best he could while trying not to fidget, trying not to squirm and grab at himself to take it off.
He lasted two hours. Then he tried it again and it lasted three hours. He was relieved to find that with each day he managed to wear it his time was lasting longer, that fiddling with it was making it feel a bit more bearable. He hated how painful the first few days it was around his testicles; nothing major, nothing that made him cringe, but it was pain, and he didn't like it one damn bit. Of course, even that faded away by the sixth day of wearing it.
Though it was still far from feeling like a comfortable fit as most people said online it would and he was eager for it to feel that way. He was three days into the second week of wearing it and he was managing to last four to five hours with it on before the uncomfortable sensation came creeping in again, forcing him to take it off. Of course, it was always in those hours of getting out of work and right before bed so how his husband never found out he didn't know.
So, he often waited until his husband was sleeping, feigning some excuse for water if he happened to wake up and rushing off to get it off of him then hiding it behind his back to tuck away in its hiding spot. He was awful at hiding it, so how the blonde didn't figure it out or piece it together he had no clue. He sighed out through his nose lifting his gaze from the sight of the chastity cage, the pale hue of his skin startling against the black plastic of the cage, and he felt the heat burning in the tips of his ears making him groan against his palm.
How could he tell Hizashi what he'd been doing when he was unable to even say the words to himself? He fiddled with the keys, tempted to take it off already and he hadn't even had it on for thirty minutes, but it was a Saturday. No one would see him wearing it and he had all the time to play with it this weekend. However, Hizashi would be home soon, and he wasn't sure if he could hide something like this from his husband.
While they still enjoyed sitting on each other's laps, still had their little make out sessions, he was worried that he wouldn't be able to hide something like this if he sat on the blonde's lap. Or if the blonde sat on his. He took a deep breath through his nose then dropped his hand from his mouth to let it out, then he shook his hands out lightly making the keys in his left-hand jingle quietly together.
He then turned to the bed grabbing his sweatpants, the pink ones he favored the most and were indeed the loosest that hid the chastity cages outline best. He stepped into them quickly just managing to get the fabric up to his hips when he heard the front door swinging open with a bang and slamming shut, making him jump as he clutched at the waistline of his sweats. He was home already? What was he doing home so soon? He was supposed to be shopping!
He swallowed when he began walking to the doors of their bedroom, shoving the keys into his pocket, and brushing his hands over his stomach then pulling at his shirt as if to tug it down over his groin. Like it could be a possible double layer of protection as he tugged the doors open just in time to hear his husband's voice. "Shouta! Shouta, come here! Quick! I need your help!"
The tone, the way he shrieked his name first, made his heart race in his chest sending icy pulses of anxiety through him that prompted him to throw the door open running out into the hallway nearly kicking and tripping over Cosmo as he did so. He was frantic as he ran down the short little hallway into the kitchen to find Hizashi standing at the sink, the water running, and he couldn't breathe for a moment; he couldn't speak, and he was sure the choked air rushing out of him alerted his husband who turned towards him.
His face was scratched up, shallow little things that would disappear in a day or so, maybe not even that, and his hair stuck up wildly like he had thrown it into a ponytail at the last possible second. His hands were in the sink holding something that was struggling valiantly. "Sho! C'mere, c'mere! I need help with this thing, I don't know how to get it to stop freaking out!"
"What thing?" He snapped rushing over to his husband sure he'd find some god-awful amalgamation stuck to his hands or his arms or something of the sort as he slammed his hands against the edge of the counter, his eyes flying down to the blonde's hands.
He felt every little wisp of air flying out of him as relief, such strong and pure relief, crashed through him so fiercely he felt his legs shake as he dropped down into a squat while clinging to the counter. "Jesus fucking Christ, don't do that! Don't scream for me like that! What the fuck is wrong with you, Hizashi? I thought you were hurt or-or something! You're going to give me a goddamn heart attack! Can't you just say you found a cat? Did you have to slam the door like that and scream like you had your fucking hand cut off?"
"Well, I didn't know if you were sleeping! You always nap before patrols on Saturday so how was I to know you were still- Ah! Fuck, that hurts!" He hissed his last words as he looked away from Shouta who stood up, focusing on his breaths to look at the 'thing' in Hizashi's hands.
It was a tiny little thing, perhaps just growing out of its kitten stage of life into the still small but definitely adolescent stage of growth though they were still smaller than they should have. A kitten. A grey little kitten with white paws, a little black nose, and the tip of its left ear was gone; like it had been ripped off. He refused to even think someone had the audacity to cut off a cat's ear.
There's no way. It was too ragged anyhow for a clean cut. The largest blue eyes peered up at him, the blue closer to an icy shade when compared to the sapphire blues of Cappella's. These blue eyes seemed to dominate the kittens' face, large and frantic as they struggled in Hizashi's hands with a yowl raising in their throat. "Can you please help me? I want to get it- her, him? I don't know, but I need to get them cleaned up! Vet is willing to look at them later today, but I wanted to clean them up!"
"You should have just let the vets do it, Zashi! What if they scratch you like they just did and they're sick? You won't know until all the work is back from the labs for the cat and even then, you're still going to need a whole round of shots because a feral cat scratched you! Why did you even bring them here?"
Shouta hated the snap to his voice as he stared at his husband before grabbing his hand to look at the deep scratches on his hand from the nails, the cat growling loudly as Hizashi's other hand held it down carefully to the sink to avoid hurting the poor thing. Or let it run free in the house. He sighed when he then reached into the sink, the cat hissing loudly at him at the sudden movement of his hands and he nudged the blonde out of the way as he placed one hand on the back of the cat's neck, the other on its back.
"Turn the water on then."
"Right!"
He watched the blonde's hands reach out turning the water on, fiddling with the knobs as he turned the faucet away from the cat who hissed menacingly at the feel of water underneath paws no doubt. Once the temperature was adjusted, nothing too hot nor cold, he turned it back to its original place allowing the water to gush over the cat which shrieked and jerked against Shouta's hands. He shushed the cat in a soothing tone, a croon that had ears flicking towards the sound before flattening against their head.
The growl was adorably vicious as it vibrated through the cat's body as their tail whipped viciously against the sides of the sink. Cute, even the tail was tipped with a splotch of white. Hizashi reached under the sink for the shampoo and conditioner they used on their cats, squirting some onto the kitten's fur once it was wet. When Shouta began scrubbing it in with one hand the kitten surprisingly didn't jerk against his one-handed hold like it had with Hizashi.
He frowned at the cat before turning his attention to Shouta. He felt those green eyes on him, but he refused to acknowledge them until the blonde reached out brushing his hair from his cheek. "I'm sorry, Sho. I didn't mean to scare you, baby, I just didn't know what to do on my own! I didn't think and just reacted when I got the door open."
He sighed as he worked on doing his best to scrub the soap across the fur when the blonde's hands reached in to help reach around, underneath then along the legs the best he could as they lathered up the growling cat. Such an angry, ferocious little thing this cat was. Those light blue eyes slitted up at him, the vibrations from such an impressive growl nearly broke a smile out of him. So ferocious. The thuds of that wet tail hitting the sink again had him swallowing a chuckle when he looked to Hizashi.
"Just don't do it again. Don't scream like that unless someone's hurt, got it? Other than a situation like that there's no need to scream my name like that." He rubbed the soap around the kitten's neck, scrubbing as a hissed a warning rang out, the wet tail slamming against the sinks walls had him clicked his tongue at the kitten. "And quiet, you. We're not hurting you; you're getting clean because you're positively filthy. The vets would do the same thing so hush up."
The kitten released a surprisingly throaty growl at the reprimand making Hizashi laugh as he began helping to rinse the little thing off. As if the kitten were just as displeased at the thought of going to a vet than they were to be reprimanded by two men. One of which who, in this poor little guys mind, had just kidnapped off of a sidewalk or bush somewhere. Another deep growl erupted out of the kitten when he clicked his tongue again at the cat wordlessly get him a low yowl from the tiny thing. Truly adorable!
"Damn, this kitten listens to you better than they did for me! You sure do have a way with cats, don't you, Sho?" He felt a fresh blush crawl into his cheeks huffing under his breath when the cat's blue eyes peered up at him as if scoffing at his embarrassment when the blonde then tilted his head. "You good, Sho? You're kinda fidgeting there, is everything okay?"
If a blush could get hotter, get any brighter, he's sure it would. His lips trembled wordlessly for a moment and a wet hand was pressing against his hot cheek making him look up for a moment at the worried expression on his husband's face. Had he been fidgeting? Squirming without realizing it? He took a moment to force himself still, his thighs tense as he fought the urge to press and rub them together as he looked away from Hizashi. He couldn't look at him right then. It was too hard.
While he hadn't done anything to be embarrassed, he found he just couldn't meet that worried gaze. Couldn't look his husband in the face when he knew the reason for his subconcious fidgeting. It was embarrassing on it's own but to know he had been casually wearing the cage for six days to a week now was something he didn't know if he had the strength to admit out loud. It was like ripping his finger nails off. Hard, painful to go through with. And yet he knew his husband was rightly worried.
He wasn't a fidgeter. He didn't squirm in place, he didn't shift from foot to foot unless there was a real reason to be so incapable of being still. But with the cage on it made him more aware that maybe he had been fidgeting without realizing it. He'd been dealing with that little effect of the cage lately; the fidgeting, squirming that wasn't as bad as the beginning but the impulse to reach down and just touch the feeling of the cage through the fabric of his sweats was tempting. As if he needed to remind himself it was invisible beneath the fabric. That it was still there but no one would no.
Not Hizashi, not anyone. He swallowed that urge down when damp fingers again brushed over his hot cheek, a chill to them that had his gaze snapping up when he looked to his husband with that worried look bordering on concern. Hizashi was no doubt making bounds and leaps in assumptions as to what could be wrong and it was painfully obvious in his eyes. In the way his brows came together tightly and the frown pinching at his lips. With a head tilt, Hizashi cupped his cheek gently. "Sho, what's wrong? Is something wrong, baby?"
"No-Nothing's wrong! I'm fine!" He snapped back then looked down at the cat who began squirming experimentally beneath his slack hand making him scowl at the cat which stilled at his look it seemed before thrashing wildly making soap fly off the fur, suds hitting his face and shirt as Hizashi yelped reaching out to help.
He was glad for the distraction as they got the cat still again, the little spitfire yowling low in their throat, heart flying against their little chest, and he felt guilt for stressing the poor kitten out. He tried for that crooning sound he had before, stroking his hand over the soaked grey fur trying to provide some comfort as Hizashi worked quickly to get the rest of the soap off of the cat then reaching for the conditioner.
"Don't bother. We need to get'em wrapped up and as dry as possible before putting them in the carrier. Go get a towel."
"You got it!"
Hizashi rushed off towards their room to no doubt grab a towel from there and he turned the water off with the back of his hand before moving it back to its place on the kitten's back where the growls vibrated through that tiny body of theirs. He then shifted. He wasn't uncomfortable, it wasn't painful, but he was painfully aware of the fact that here he was in the kitchen, washing a kitten that should have made his day but instead he was embarrassed. Paranoid that his husband would find out somehow that he had a chastity cage on, and it was giving him a mix of feelings he couldn't pin down.
After Twix was brought home the blonde made him swear not to bring another cat in the house but here they were with a pretty grey kitten with adorable white paws, and he had high hopes they'd not only be fostering it but that they were more than likely adopting the kitten down the road. But the moment, the elation he should have felt, was clouded by that silly little chastity cage. He heard feet approaching making him blink at the sight of those blue eyes narrowed on him, the tail thumping against the sink again as Hizashi ran into the room with the towel above his head.
"Got it! Got the towel!"
"Give it to me then!"
He risked lifting a hand from the kitten to take the towel from the blonde only for the kitten to thrash again wildly making his other hand fly off and flew out of the sink landing on the floor with a splashing sound as it snarled at Shouta. The kitten slid slickly in the puddle before darting forward, nails scratching the tiles lightly in an attempt to flee when the towel was thrown down. Hizashi scooped the yowling kitten into his arms doing his best to wrap the little creature in the towel prompting Shouta to rush over.
He helped wrap the towel around the kitten's flailing legs tightly but not so tight it could harm or hurt the kitten, but rather kept them tucked in the towel though this only earned both men a vicious hiss. The process was like swaddling a baby. They breathed out together when Hizashi then assumed a cradle hold for the growling kitten in his arms when he then looked to the floor groaning. "Don't worry, I can lay another towel down. I'll be right back."
And he struggled to keep from running. Struggled to keep himself from flying down that little hallway to the bedroom where he took a deep breath covering his hot face with his hands rubbing at his cheeks as if it would scrub the heat from his cheeks. What did he do? He had minutes to get the towel so should he take it off? He could show it to Hizashi, act like he just bought it, and breach the topic of starting up their kinks again.
He could act like he was curious about it. That he'd bought it on a whim. No, no, he couldn't do that! He couldn't lie to Hizashi like that, the blonde would be hurt and upset with him again like with the choking! He groaned as he walked over to the bathroom dropping his hands from his face fighting the urge to yank his sweatpants down and take it off. It's not like Hizashi really noticed, did he? He was fidgeting? So, what?
He could blame it on anything! He rushed into the bathroom grabbing a towel, making a note that he'd have to do laundry soon, and turned on his heel to walk to the door only to stop in his tracks so suddenly he nearly fell back onto his ass. There Hizashi was, standing in the doorway looking like a suspicious mother with that kitten bundled up in his arms like that and yet the low, continuous growling ruined that image somewhat.
He couldn't speak. He wasn't sure he could even breathe. Why was he looking at him like that? What had he done? He'd just gotten a towel for the floor! He could feel his lips moving, trembling with the silent words as he wheezed out a breath unsure of what to say, what he needed to defend himself again, and those green eyes seemed to rob him of any idea of what he could say. How did he go from apologizing -from looking so worried- to looking like the exact image of someone about to dole out punishment?
He snapped his mouth shut when he realized he was making tiny little croaking sounds from the back of his throat, words that were trying to come out only to cut off before they could become a sentence and he tensed his shoulders when the blonde stepped into the room with that growling kitten. "Shouta, is there something you want to talk to me about?"
Fuck. Did he know? Could he tell? He swallowed then licked his lips as he forced his legs to move him forward around the bed, holding the towel up. "Wh-What do you mean? I told you I was getting a towel to wipe up the water from the floor, Zashi. There's nothing to talk about!"
He was getting close. His heart pounded against his chest as he rushed over to the doorway, brushing past the blonde to the doorway where Cappella and Void peered in curiously as if to place the growling. And then he heard it. Distinct, above the growling, was a tiny jingling sound that had him freezing in place again. He looked over his shoulder with wide eyes, his face unbelievably hot as he stared at the little keys pinched between his husband's fingers. "Where did you get those?"
"You dropped them, don't ask me how you did for all I know is they were on the floor in front of the sink! But I have a better question, Shouta! What do they go to?"
He turned to face his husband, his hands shaking as they gripped the towel in a white knuckle grasp unable to tear his eyes away from the little keys dangling from the blonde's grasp. There wasn't anger, there wasn't even outrage on his husband's face though that would be so much more preferred. He'd rather he be angry than have that mocking, positively villainous look on his face and the way his eyes wickedly flashed at him from behind his glasses. Anything but that look. Like he knew a secret, but he just wanted to hear Shouta say it out loud. How did they go from kitten washing to this?
"They're not car keys, they're definitely not the house keys, and unless you have a secret diary I don't know about then, why would you have these on you? They're the same type of key so clearly they go to the same lock, don't they? The only question left then is why did you have them and what do they go to? Why are you so red in the face, hmm? Why do you look like you're about to pass out? Are they important, kitten, or are they useless little things?"
It should have been embarrassing how he snapped to attention that one little word, the one thing that should have been the least of his concerns but grabbed his attention more than those questions that rang with wicked amusement. As if the blonde was again speculating about their origins all while knowing that secret. He didn't know if he could speak. Didn't know if he could say anything cohesive even if he was able to piece his words together to form a sentence.
His lips were moving wordlessly again, trembling lightly as he flicked his gaze from the keys to his husband's face only to twitch when the blonde slid the keys into the jean pocket making Shouta step forward. "Wait-!"
"What? You want them back?" Hizashi tilted his head when a little pout formed on his lips making Shouta shiver at the sight of, his brows coming together as he then cocked a hip as he rubbed that free hand against the kitten's back gently as if to soothe the growling creature. "Sorry, kitten, but I think I'm going to hold onto them for a bit! Unless, of course, you can tell me what they're for and tell me how long you've had them then maybe I'll give them back to you!"
He then lost his pout for a smile as he then patted the kitten gently making a fierce snarl rip out of the tiny creature in his arms and he kissed the top of that grey head making the kitten hiss at him before he walked towards the bathroom with a lazy sway to his hips much like that day when he'd propositioned him in the bathroom. "I think it's more than fair after all! If you want them back bad enough, you'll tell me what they're for! If you don't tell me what they're for at the moment, then I'll hold onto them until you're ready to tell me later!"
"Zashi!"
He couldn't stop the way he whined the blonde's name, dropping the towel as he followed after his husband who looked over his shoulder again and raising his brows as the black-haired man once again stopped in his tracks. How did he say this right? He had been debating how to tell his husband moments before he came home and yet now it felt much more difficult. Like he was on a time crunch. Like he had to say it right now or he'd never say it. He needed those keys, dammit!
They hadn't talked about it at all, not once, and he had been doing this for two weeks now! How did he tell his husband he had been exploring a kink without him? How did he admit that out loud without sounding like he was some kind of pervert? Without sounding like a teenager who had gotten caught hiding his porn? He swallowed then, his throat tight with the words trying to claw out of him, and he licked his trembling lips before raising his hands up covering his eyes as he took a breath.
"Cha-Chastity cage!"
It was silent. A pin could drop and he swore he'd hear it. He kept his palms over his eyes, his cheeks burning painfully hot as he struggled to control his breath when he heard his husband's weight shift making the floor lightly creak from the movement. Was he coming closer or turning to face him full again? He didn't know, he couldn't bring himself to look. He can't. His heart was beating painfully hard against his chest, his hands were shaking lightly as he struggled not to hyperventilate though his breaths rasping down his throat threatened to hitch in that direction.
He gritted his teeth while clenching his jaw tightly. Why was it so quiet? Why wasn't he saying something? Then he flinched when he heard that growling kitten come closer, so much louder given the new proximity to himself and he wanted to drop into a squat again. To hide his face into his knees instead when he felt a hand reach out cupping his chin. A thumb pressed gently to his trembling lower lip and he clenched his jaw tightly, so tight he heard the blonde click his piercing against the back of his teeth in reproach.
"Shouta, baby, look at me, please?"
"I can't! I can't, Zashi, I can't look at you when I- I just can't do it!"
"Please? For me? Just look at me, baby? I'm sorry for teasing you like that, I shouldn't have done that, and I apologize for it, so please look at me? Please?"
He swallowed again, hating the tightness to his throat as his trembling hands refused to move even an inch to allow a sliver of light to hit his eyelids. Yet Hizashi was asking him. He was begging in such a soft tone that he couldn't refuse but he also found that it was so hard to move his hands. He took a few deep breaths before moving his hands up to his forehead, flipping them to press the backs of them again it, and stared at his husband. His ears, his face, even his chest felt flush with his burning hot blush when he stared at his husband who slid his hand up to press his palm to his hot cheek.
"Baby, it's okay. It's okay that you were exploring stuff on your own and even though you know that part of this challenge is doing it together not every little thing needs to be done together, baby! If you need time to discover things in private or by yourself, like I was and still currently am with the shibari, then that's okay! You don't have to be so embarrassed, baby, I promise it's completely natural and okay for you to explore things like this! And you never, ever, have to be embarrassed about telling me, lovely, okay?"
"It's been two weeks though." He listened to the hum from the blonde as he looked down, unable to keep his gaze up in that second before forcing it back up reaching up with his shaking hand to touch the back of Hizashi's hand. "W-We've been giving it all a break and I just- I couldn't say anything. I didn't want you to be mad at me again. I didn't want to make you upset, like I did with the choking, and I didn't want to make our break extend far longer because you were mad or upset."
"Shouta-"
"Or disappointed because I was doing this kind of thing on my own." He saw those eyes widening at him with a look of realization, one of absolute guilt when he swallowed before looking down again. "I just don't want you to be mad at me because I didn't say anything."
"Shouta, darling boy, how could I be mad?"
It was strange how the grey kitten's growling had cut off, blue eyes slitted with outrage though the sound was absent and seemed to be watching the two men like they were a fascinating telenovela they had just tuned into. The blonde stepped closer to him, his toes lightly tapping against his own before moving as the blonde rubbed his hot cheek gently and shook his head wordlessly before he spoke again.
"I could never be mad because you're learning or exploring something! Baby, you can't be worried I'll be angry any time you do something. I mean, you get mad at me all the time! Every relationship involves someone being mad and it involves tension and it's not always happy, but you don't have to be scared I'll be mad about something! If anything, I'm proud of you, baby, very proud!"
Oh, why did that have a wave of heat hitting his face? Proud of him? He didn't know what to say, what he could say to something like that when his husband stroked his cheek softly with that smile on his lips that told him that there was nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing to be embarrassed about. Soft, sweet it was. Holding that confirmation of the pride; it glittered in those green eyes as Hizashi stroked his cheek softly.
"Shouta, you're educating, trying and exploring something though I do wish you would have told me even in passing! But I guess I deserve it because I did spend those two weeks not saying a word about the shibari. But, sweetheart, baby boy, you sweet little idiot, I'm not angry one bit." He then smiled with that perfect amount of teasing wickedness it made Shouta's heart skip. "If anything, Shouta, I think that's pretty hot."
"Y-Yeah?"
"Yeah."
How he could feel another wave of heat hit his face he had no clue, but he could see a soft red beginning to spread across Hizashi's own cheeks and he felt his heart stumble again over its beats. He could see it in his eyes, could see it in the way his lips tipped up, that he wasn't lying. He wasn't lying one bit and it was making him fidget in place when the kitten in the blonde's arms shrieked out and squirmed wildly in the blonde's arms making both of them look down at the poor thing.
Blue eyes slitting at them angrily, ears flicking backwards, and the growling kicked up once again like a background noise restarting making him sigh as he reached out towards the kitten's head. It hissed but very quickly stilled when he gently stroked the space between those ears, sliding his fingers back to scratch behind the torn one and while it was far from relaxed, he knew if the circumstances were different that he'd more than likely earn purrs with the action. He needed a moment to gather himself. A distraction.
"What are we going to do with him? Or her?"
"Well, I think I'll go in the bathroom and try to get'em dry as possible and we'll just let this demonic little child chill out in the bathroom until I get the call from the vets to come in. One of the downsides of many appointments for them, gotta take time to get everyone else seen and then I can run in with the hellcat."
He then kissed the top of the kitten's head gently making the little thing growl at him, squirming against the towel and his hold when a little white paw peeked out from the towel making him laugh. "You know, this little dude reminds me of you, Sho! So angry but it's all just an act, trying to look big and bad but really just a little softie if given some love!"
"I'm not that bad." He replied dryly to the blonde who laughed again as he scratched gently behind the torn ear lightly when he swore that there was a quiet purr that broke through for just a moment before the growling kicked up at the kiss Hizashi placed.
Whether the blonde ever admitted it or not, he knew that his husband loved the cats just as much as he did but thought five cats was excessive and six would definitely be pushing it but as Shouta stared at those large blue eyes, the little ears, he wanted this cat. Of course, he could say that about any cat he saw and any cat that came across his path but this one? This one he wanted to keep more than anything as he stroked down the length bridge to tap at the little black nose making the kitten blink at him.
"I'll get some food then, and some water for him. Her. Them. We should really check the gender, so we can actually know something when we go to the vets."
"I'll check while I'm in there!" Hizashi happily chirped nuzzling his cheek now to the kitten that released a throaty growl but, surprisingly, it didn't bite his face like Shouta expected the little thing too.
Any cat would snap, sink their teeth into an unwanted touch but so far Hizashi had just been clawed up and not a bite had been delivered by the kitten which was pretty surprising. The blonde then turned on his heel to walk back towards the bathroom then paused as he looked over his shoulder tilting his head a bit with that same smile on his lips as Shouta paused in his own turning movement. "Will you show me? After we get this dude set up?"
"Show you what?"
"The chastity cage! I want to see it, so will you show me after? Please?"
The blush that had been fading away, thankfully, seemed to rush right back up to his face making it burn hotly once again and he twitched at the blonde's words before turning it a brilliant red that had to rival the soft red hue that remained in the blonde's. He turned away as he stomped over to the towel, scooping it up roughly before feeling the very distinct twitch his dick gave at the excitement welling inside of him at the blonde's simple question, his simple request even. "Shouta? Can I?"
"Fine! Fine! You can see it after we're done with this! Happy now?" He snapped hating that he could hear just how aggressive the little kitten was, proving his husband's previous words true that he really was all an act to prove he was much stronger than a little softie.
He hated it. He looked over his shoulder to find a bright smile aimed his way as the blonde swayed forward over the threshold of the bathroom, a nod being aimed his way, and he rushed out of the room quickly. He wished he wasn't so easy to embarrass, wished he could just cling to that confidence and hold it in his grasp as easily as Hizashi did but sometimes it was a fickle thing. It was hard to be confident while doing something like this and it was natural wasn't it?
To be embarrassed? To be shy about it? He raised a hand up to rub his eyes when he focused on the three tasks he had to get done; towel down, over the wet splattering of water on the floor. Done. He then reached under the cabinet to grab the container of food, a spare bowl he'd bought on whim months ago and rinsed it out to remove any possible dust quickly but thoroughly. He dried it with some paper towels, opened the container at his feet and got a scoop of food in.
Done. He opened the fridge grabbing a water bottle, knowing he should fill the other side with water the minute he got to the bedroom rather than walking from here to there with water sloshing over the edge. His heart was slamming against his chest when he felt another twitch that had mortification stabbing through him and he looked down at himself like he could stop the reaction somehow with a burning look.
He entered the bedroom, five cats sitting around the bathroom door curiously though Cappella seemed to be growling softly and Void was lounging on his side with his paws sliding under the door curiously. He clicked his tongue at the five of them making heads jerk up in his direction then scattering quickly when he approached the door with a shake of the water bottle in his hand and he took a moment to awkwardly tuck the bottle to his chest to open it one handed.
He poured the water into the bowl then struck the wood of the door with his knuckles hearing the little lock flip when it opened just enough for the bowl to be passed inside. He took a breath once the door shut again, the soft growling from the other side cutting off and he was left alone with an open water bottle that was useless to him right then as he placed it on the bedside table. And then the panic swept in.
How did he do this? How did he want to go about it? Did he just take his pants off now? Or did he let Hizashi do it? But surely if he did it now then that'd make it far easier, right? His hands fluttered around his stomach nervously, shaking lightly with the panic that was cresting, and he took a deep breath as his stomach squeezed with the excitement that twisted hand-in-hand with his panic. He didn't normally like letting himself get so flustered but what did he do?
Wait, his shirt. He perked up as he reached for the hem of his shirt grabbing it and pulling the fabric up over his head throwing it to the floor then turning to the five pairs of eyes watching him curiously. He took a moment to chase the cats out of the room as fast as he could, trying to replicate that squirt bottle noise his husband made so effortlessly and while it took a few minutes to get them out after grabbing then tossing them into the hallway he finally shut the doors.
Okay. Okay, he could do this! He may not know how to go about it in that moment be he could absolutely do it. He was sucking down another deep breath then let it out as he drummed his fingers against his waist for a moment before he swallowed looking to the bathroom door feeling his heart stumble before resuming its pounding pace. He then forced his hands to move in order to hook his thumbs in the waistline of his sweatpants, his breaths rushing in and out quickly as he closed his eyes to ground himself.
He needed just one moment. He needed to compose himself. Take a deep breath. In. Out. In. Out. Alright! alright, alright! On the count of three he'd do it. One. Two. Three! He shoved the fabric down to his thighs just as the bathroom door opened allowing Hizashi to slip out quickly before the kitten could rush out as it yowled insistently at him, and he shut the door with a little sigh. Shouta, on the other hand, froze in place.
"Alright! So, kitten is a girl which is pretty funny seeing as I just said she reminds me of you! She was curious 'bout the food so fingers crossed she eats and she's a little damp but I got that little space heater on so the bathroom will warm up a bit! I'm sure we'll be able to get into the vets today but if not there's always tomorro- Oh!"
Fuck. Fuck! He was frozen in place in that hunched over position, his pants around his thighs as the blonde turned towards him and the way those green eyes widened would have been hilarious any other time. It was quiet between them, a choked sound leaving Shouta as he stared back at his husband only to watch a rather vivid red blush spread across his husband's cheeks. Much like his own.
It was rare Hizashi was taken by surprise, though he'd somehow managed to do it a few times now, though this time he really seemed just as taken aback as he had when Shouta initiated the pet play. His jaw dropped as he looked at Shouta who was clutching his pants in his hands tightly, his heart hammering against his chest as he stared back at his husband with equally wide eyes. Then he yanked the fabric right back up to his hips with a wheezing breath leaving him.
Now, he could have been confident and left them down, shown him what he wanted to see and be just as flirtatious. But he couldn't manage that right now. He still kept that tight grip on his waistline, fists pressing to his hips as if Hizashi were some kind of leper that just burst into his room and caught him undressing, which wasn't too far from the truth. Only he was the perverted one undressing for his unsuspecting husband.
"I-! I, uh, um, this isn't-! It's-!"
And his words choked off when he turned instinctively rushing for the doors as the sound of Hizashi running after him registered faintly. He wasn't the type to run from a situation, always choosing to stand his ground in fact, but this? It felt too much. Embarrassing. This wasn't some cute little kink, it wasn't an anal plug with a kitty tail attached, and it wasn't shibari or degradation. This was a physical thing that he had, and it was embarrassing to think about.
His fight or flight made the decision for him, the urge to run from the situation was choking him but the blonde flew forward far faster than he thought as he grunted when he was pressed to the doors, hands grabbing his waist. "Wait! Wait, wait, Shouta, hang on! I'm sorry! It's okay, baby, it's okay! I should've assumed- Never mind, forget that! Shouta, baby, it's okay! I didn't think you'd do that for me and I- Fuck me, you're shaking! Sho, baby, are you okay?"
He was. He was shaking lightly but it was still a shake as his breaths rasped out of him because even the warmth, the feel of his husband's chest against his back felt like it was far more intimate than it should have been. He swallowed in an attempt to soothe his dry throat, wishing for all the world he'd taken a sip of that water when he'd had it, and he focused taking a few deep breaths as he let Hizashi turn him around while shutting his eyes to focus.
It was hard to stand there when every little bit of him was screaming to go, go, go. He wasn't one to run; in fact, he would rather face things head on. But this? This was making him want to run from the situation. To deny he ever had it on. He felt hands cup his burning face, the worried eyes seeming to burn into his skin just as effectively, and he took a few more breaths before forcing his eyes open to look at his husband. He looked terrified. Like Shouta was the feral animal he was worried most about.
"I don't- It's just-!" He grits his teeth together for a moment to compose himself enough to speak again. "I sho-should've waited but I didn't- I wasn't sure what to do. I wanted to-to make it easier."
Those wide eyes flicked over his face before the blonde's forehead pressed against his own with a soft thump that had him grunting at the impact but then the blonde was squeezing his cheeks making him whine in annoyance before he could stop the sound. It took a few seconds for Hizashi to pull back to look at him and when he did, he twitched at the sight of that faint arousal making his pupils expand just a bit as he looked at him.
"It's okay, baby, I get it! I get it, okay? So, don't work yourself up, alright? I appreciate you trying to make things easier, but I don't want you to go out of your way to nearly throw yourself into some kind of panic attack because of something like this! You're a private person, Sho, and I understand that so you don't have to do wild or risqué things like I do-"
"I want too, Zashi. I can't just let myself be this awkward, easily embarrassed person forever! And-And it's not fair that you can be so open about it, and I can't! I try, I try and I try to be confident but it's so hard in the beginning! Even if I know how it'll end it's hard and I don't know how to stop being like that!" He sucked in a breath that sounded suspiciously like a gasp as he quickly bulldozed over the next words that were no doubt about to leave the blonde.
"Baby, you really don't-!"
"It's just so easy to be embarrassed about! I mean, whose husband runs out and buys a fucking chastity cage like this? It's weird, and it's-it's not the usual thing for us but nothing so far has been but this? This feels different! It feels so different, and I-I just want to be able to show you without being spooked about it, but I can't! And I'm a grown fucking man who's running around like-like I'm Hitoshi's age again! I just don't know- Zshjm!"
The blonde cut off his words, the name that spit out of him in reproach when the lips covered his own making his breath hiss in through his nose as the hands on his face dropped to grab his fidgeting ones that were trying to debate between holding back or grabbing the blonde's waist. To cling to his shirt. Their fingers weaved together instinctively as he clutched at him while those lips moved against his with a perfect pitch of comfort, of reassurance and of the heat that was making itself abundantly clear in the blonde.
Was his husband really turned on? Or was he ruining it? He didn't know, he couldn't tell, but he did move his lips with Hizashi's as he whined lightly into the kiss as he felt the familiar twitch for a third time, though this time he swore he could feel the blood pooling downwards lazily as if promising to make him hard any second. All from a kiss. He expected the blonde to pull back after a second, but he was pleasantly, delightfully surprised when he didn't.
When the blonde instead slid one of his legs between both of his, pressing himself tightly against him. Moved his right hand from his to cup the back of his head. Holding him firmly to him as their kiss deepened, smoldered with that heat that flashed beneath his own skin when fingers twisted into his hair. His breaths raced through his nose as the frames of Hizashi's glasses nudged against his own face lightly making the kiss a touch awkward, but he wouldn't have it any other way when he squeezed the blonde's left hand with his own.
He then curled his other hand up to grip the nape of his neck getting a sigh from the blonde and he hoped, hoped desperately, his husband would understand his words when they pulled apart. He moaned before he could process the sound leaving him when he felt the familiar press of Hizashi's dick hardening against him, the twitch of it against him prompting another twitch of his own, as he tightened his grip on his neck.
The blonde pulled from the kiss letting him gasp when those lips trailed down to his jaw to his throat, Hizashi's hand sliding from the back his head over his hair, to the back of his own neck then down past his shoulder to his chest where his heart pounded. He shivered when the blonde crawled back up his throat to his jaw, nipping lightly as fingers dug in just enough making him shiver lightly as he swallowed a little noise that wanted to rip itself out of his throat. As if his husband was scruffing him like he was the wild kitten in the house.
"You. Do. Not. Need. To. Be. Like. Me!" Each word was punctuated with a kiss to his skin making him shiver with a quiet whimper as the blonde nipped at his Adam's Apple lightly. "You don't have to act like that, baby, and you know that! I don't care if you're shy, I don't care if you're easily embarrassed or awkward! You're Shouta Aizawa, you are who you are and I fucking love the person that you are!"
"But I want-!"
"And yes, you're awkward! Yes, you're painfully shy! Yes, you're easy to embarrass! And yes, you're a private person! But you're also warm, you're loving, you're sweet, and you're an evil genius in or out of the bedroom! Shouta, baby boy, you don't have to go out of your way to do something bold! I love that you went out and bought this, I love that you took the time to get even a bit confident about wearing it before telling me even if I had to tease it out of you, but I know you and I know you were struggling!"
"Zashi, I jus-"
"Shhh! I'm not done talking to you, so shut up and listen to me, kitten!" He shut his mouth at the blonde's tone when the head lifted, those green eyes pinning him in place, and he adored the red blush that glowed on his husband's cheeks when the man squeezed his hand gently. "I love you how you are, I love every little bit of you, and I wouldn't be as attracted to you as I am if you were someone different. Well, no, that's a lie. I'd want to be with you no matter what your personality was, but it is what it is, and I love it!"
How one true, tiny nickname could freeze him in place, get him to snap to attention when he'd only heard once before was shocking. How the effect of that powerful tone snapping at him, reprimanding him into silence. Fingers tight on the back of his neck, digging in enough to make him want to writhe and twist away if Hizashi used anymore pressure. All these little things held him in place, had him listening as he dragged his teeth over his bottom lip.
The steel in his voice, in his eyes, had him taking a breath through his nose. His husband was being brutally honest, absolutely so, and yet he couldn't even think of denying it. Because it was true. He was such a private person it was painful to step out into something different in the bedroom but he wanted to do it and have Hizashi stare at him with the same awe he no doubt had looked at the blonde with countless times. He wanted to be confident. Bold. Just like the blonde in front of him yet it was harder than he thought.
"I love you, Shouta, and you don't have to be someone you're not! You can be confident in your way, not mine. You can be bold in your way but not mine. We're different, baby, and that's okay! That's fine! So stop forcing yourself to be something you're not and just focus on the things that make you feel good! You're my husband and I know you best, I know you as well as I possibly can because while I'm not you I like to think I understand you better than yourself sometimes."
Oh, it was a cliché line. Knowing him better than he knew himself? Horribly cheesy but it was true. Sometimes he hardly noticed something was wrong until his husband was picking his mind apart, eyes burning into him and staring intently as if he was determined to get the source of it. And he had to appreciate that about his husband. More stubborn than a dog with a toy, Hizashi was. He blinked when the hand on the back of his neck then lifted away, palms cupping his face as those eyes stared at him with that same intensity. Shaking him to his core. He loved it.
"So just listen to me from now on about this stuff, okay? Don't be scared to talk to me, Shouta! " He nodded mutely when the blonde smiled softly at him. "Can you answer me verbally, kitten? You can nod to anything, but I want to hear you say you understand me."
"I get it. I understand, Zashi." His voice wobbled in its whisper when the blonde's soft smile warmed considerably making his heart jump as their noses rubbed together and he swallowed knowing his next offer was shaky at best, but he wanted to say it. He took a breath when the blonde pulled away to kiss the tip of his nose now and he squeezed his hand as he grounded himself, met the blonde's gaze as he cleared his throat. "D-Do you still want to see? I-I shouldn't have gotten spooked like that, Zashi, because I-I got it for us, and I want you to s-see it."
"Do you feel comfortable showing me it, kitten?"
"I do! I've been debating, trying to figure out how to tell you but it's just-"
He shrugged when his words cut off at the frustration of being unable to vocalize his reasons, his emotions properly, and the blonde chuckled softly kissing his forehead softly making the urge to kiss that soft smattering of freckles rise in him to return the action. He shifted against the door when his husband then hummed softly as if sensing that urge, his teeth nipping at his jaw softly making him shiver gripping the nape of his neck tightly for a moment before Hizashi pulled back.
"Zashi?"
"Do you want me to turn around? Or to watch? What do you want to do? How do you want me?"
He blinked then when the blonde tilted his head at him again, his hair swaying against the side of his face, his throat, with the action as he smiled at Shouta like he was an amusing little creature. Like he was fascinated but also amused by whatever he chose to do next, and he felt his cheeks throb from the intensity of his blush wondering if his face was just as red as Hizashi's, perhaps even darker if the intensity spoke of anything.
"I don't want you uncomfortable, kitten, so you choose what you're comfortable with before you do it and I'll do what you say. We'll go at your pace; just set it and I'll follow it." He took a breath then nodded before moving his hand from the nape of his neck to point at the bed.
"Sit."
The blonde chuckled as he stepped away then practically skipped over to the bed before plopping on the edge, his feet tapping on the floor once he did so and the mattress bounced with his weight. He pushed off from the doors, another deep breath being taken to calm his racing heart as he walked over then stopped in front of his husband. He didn't need to be confident like him? Fine. He would do it the way he was going too before he'd gotten startled.
His hands shook lightly as he hooked his thumbs in the waistline of his sweats before pushing them down his thighs again then bending over to get them past his knees where they dropped to his ankles. He stepped out of the fabric then let his gaze flick up to Hizashi as he stood up straight. He watched those pupils expand, the quiet little sound that left his husband and he swung his hands awkward then awkwardly moved them uselessly before putting them on his hips. That was good, right? He swallowed then cleared his throat.
"Do- Is it- Do-Does this look okay? Do you like it?"
"Do I like it?" Hizashi breathed out his eyes locked on his crotch, as if unwilling to pull his gaze away when he looked up with eyes that burned into his skin making him shiver when hands lifted to open and close eagerly. Beckoning him forward.
His legs twitched with the urge to walk forward but he hesitated for a moment as those green eyes flicked down then up, down and up again before locking on his gaze for just a few seconds. Then his gaze was falling down again, helplessly it seemed, to gawk at him in a way that had him wanting to cover his hot face again. "It looks good on you, Sho! How does it feel? Is it tight? Uncomfortable? Or is it comfortable now? Can you come closer? I want to see it up close, I've never actually seen one before in person! Only online once. Is that okay?"
"Mmhmmm."
He then moved his twitching legs forward towards his husband who was eagerly bouncing on the bed, like he was approaching with the best present on the planet, his eyes burning at him with that lustful, excited look he was accustomed to. A familiar sight in fact. He came to a stop just between his legs like the blonde wanted as he stopped his bouncing in favor of brushing his hands up his thighs making him shiver at the touch before his hand was raising up to touch the cage.
His eyes were wide, fascinated as he touched, tapping his nails against the plastic then reaching up to tug lightly at it as if to see if it was as secure as it looked, and he felt a mortified embarrassment run through him when his dick twitched eagerly making the blonde's wide eyes flick up to him. "I-It's plastic. I didn't- I wasn't going to go for a metal one when I wasn't sure I'd even like it and it was one of the simpler ones."
"And do you?"
"Do I w-what?"
"Do you like it?"
He looked down at his husband who was staring up at him with his other hand curving up his thigh, past his hip to his waist to tug him closer while the other continued exploring the cage though there wasn't much too it that could cause that level of fascination. He'd seen what there was to see, felt the curves and shape of the cage multiple times already but that hand remained there as if curiosity was still prevalent in him despite the heat he could see burning in those green eyes.
But did he like it? A week ago, he would have said he hated it but was accustomed to it. Used to the feeling. Now? Now that his husband saw it? Now that he was used to it? He could confidently say to his husband that he truly, truly- "I like it."
The answering groan he got from the blonde was the trigger his body needed, the trigger it had warned him of earlier when he was pressed to the doors and Hizashi was reprimanding him in his gentle way. He winced lightly at the way his dick hardened but couldn't, wouldn't, raise the way it would have but instead pressed against the plastic of the cage while Hizashi watched with such wide-eyed fascination it had his cheeks burning. It was like a child watching a magic act. Impossible, unreal and awing. Like he had swallowed a sword or offered to eat fire.
"You like it? What do you want to do now then? Do you want the keys back? Does that hurt? If you want out of it, then we can-"
"No!" He had both of them jumping at his shout when the blonde's gaze flew up to him making him take a shaking breath to calm himself, to quell the urge to shout again at the offer when he then shifted from foot to foot awkwardly. "No, I-I'm fine. It doesn't hurt it's just-just uncomfortable. It doesn't feel good because it's n-not supposed too, Zashi. And besides with the keys, you-" He raised his hands up to cover his face finally, heels of his hands grinding against his eyes as mumbled into his palms when he dropped them from his eyes. "Youcankeepthem."
"What?"
"Youcankeepthem!"
"Shouta, I literally cannot understand you if you're going to mumble into your hands like that. What are you saying? What do you want me to do with the ke-"
"You can fucking keep them!" His shout cut off the blonde who jumped again only now those eyes flicked to look over his red face no doubt to see any signs of distress, of a reluctance of any kind but he didn't feel a bit of it.
He was embarrassed, yes, but he was finally saying what he'd wanted too had he come to Hizashi on his own rather than dropping those damn things. That was the whole point, the whole endgame he wanted when he looked into the chastity cage. He moved his hands up into his hair to tug it lightly before rubbing at his eyes again as he took a deep breath when he dropped them to look at his husband.
"Th-That's the whole point of it. You k-keep the keys, unlock me when you want to, and i-if you want to." He then looked away. "It doesn't hurt it's just kind of uncomfortable, but I-I'm not supposed to be hard in one, so I'll have to resize it eventually 'cause the wh-whole point of it as well is that it keeps you from getting hard like that. And- Zashi!"
He shrieked out the name as he was grabbed roughly twisted to the bed with the blonde flying over on top of him as he hit the bed making it bounce from the impact, his breath flying out of him as the blonde looked down at him with that burning look. He was able to pull in one breath, one good deep one, before lips were covering his own in a kiss that had him moaning at the heat it sent ripping through him as his husband straddled his waist.
His hands flew up to grip his biceps tightly, clinging onto him as the blonde's lips moved over his urgently-no, desperately maybe? Or was it perhaps a desperation that was so powerful that it was to the point of an acute need? As important as food, as air, as water? He couldn't pin the emotion down, yet he felt it himself; a pain, a need that was screaming louder, louder, every second it wasn't satisfied until he was squirming as his legs twitched useless before his feet slid against the sheets as if to arch himself up.
Whimpering at the hands that slid down his chest again, thumbs flicking over his nipples before rolling and coaxing them to harden beneath the insistent touches until he was gasping against the blonde's mouth. It was wicked, horrible evil the way the blonde took advantage of his gasp to part his lips against his own and he reached down to yank at the fabric to pull it up as the familiar touch of his husband's tongue to his own sent chills over him.
One little chastity cage caused this? God, it was wild. It was like gasoline had been thrown over them, a lighter touched down and each blazed hotter, painfully hot under the heat until they squirmed, writhed in an attempt to soothe it. Anything to put it out. It really had been a while, hadn't it? They were closing in on the second week of May already, and it was outrageous, but they needed to take that break.
To give their bodies a rest, to focus on work, but the aching heat beneath his skin nearly screamed its desire to be satiated. His very nerve endings all seemed to scream, to shriek and vibrate for the touches of his husband's smooth hands and it was a feeling he didn't quite enjoy. It made him feel sloppy, desperate and pained all in one go. He panted through his nose, the pace fast and jagged already as he pulled insistently at that stupid shirt of his husband's feeling a stab of agitation that it still covered skin that he wanted to touch.
The blonde then pulled back, gasping with that same frantic and jagged pace as his own as he pulled the shirt over his head throwing it behind him and he whined happily as he watched hands unbutton and push at his pants before the blonde cursed tugging at the zipper. He squirmed, when the blonde climbed off of him, standing at the edge again to get the material down his legs then kicking at them as if he were also agitated by the fabric.
There was a moment of silence once the fabric of his pants, his boxers, were pooled to his ankles and he stepped out of them, green meeting dark eyes and he pushed himself backwards his legs spreading with a whimper leaving him when the blonde flew onto the bed. He let himself be yanked with the blonde's movements, flipped over on top of him as his husband's back hit the bed and spread his legs to accommodate Shouta instead of it being the other way around but he didn't care. He didn't care one bit for he was flying forward like the blonde to cover his lips with his own.
Like he could die if he didn't. He stopped halfway then when he remembered, remembered those keys and stopped twisting towards the edge of the bed as Hizashi grunted quietly pulling at his shoulders as if to yank him down. "Wait! Wait, the keys! You need the keys, Za-Zashi!"
He listened to the groan of irritation leave the blonde was he twisted crawling to the edge, dropping onto his stomach to reach down for the discarded jeans pulling them up with shaking hands as he dug into the pockets finding the keys there and was twisting up onto his knees rushing forward with the little things jingling in his hand. He was being grabbed by those slender, smooth hands that made his skin tingle wherever they managed to touch, and he was pulled between the long legs he adored, and the keys were snatched from him by the blonde.
Leaned down pressing his lips to the blonde's earning a moan that sounded so happy it could be described as relieved even and he echoed the sound as the keys jingled when they were given a light toss to the side on the sheets. He wanted to scold him for tossing them away, but the hands were sliding up his back, the effect washing away any thoughts of pulling away to speak as he pressed himself down to the blonde.
He shivered feeling the pierced nipples pressing to his chest, the itching sensation of the blonde's chest hair rubbing against his skin through his own and he whined softly as hands came up to weave through his hair. He gripped at the sheets tightly as he parted his lips against the blonde's who made a noise of approval low in his throat when he parted his own and he felt a stab of disappointment when the hands quickly left his hair to slide down his sides again only this time he moaned when hands grabbed his ass yanking him closer.
How he could get closer he had no clue, but he quickly realized what the blonde was doing when he repeated the motion and his next moan came out higher, reedier in the back of his throat as his tongue twisted with the blonde's. He copied the playful, wicked movements of his husband's tongue the best he could while enjoying the sensation of his piercing rubbing against his own and the quiet click of it as it hit his teeth or even Hizashi's.
He didn't need the hands to tug at him to know to move how he wanted, the blonde making those desperate rutting movements against his hip making him whimper loudly as he copied those movements making the blonde moan loudly. He wanted to say it, think it, like he had a million times before that he didn't care for those sloppy kisses that had him drooling or were embarrassingly loud with their slick noises, but he did. He loved a good, rough, sloppy kiss once in a while and now was one of those moments.
Just a brief change from their careful, calculated movements. He panted quickly through his nose as the blonde's hips arched up grinding against his hip before jerking up a few times against his skin making him whimper into the kiss in a way that seemed to encourage the movements. He wished, for just one moment, he could take the cage off. It wasn't painful, that much was the truth, but it was definitely uncomfortable and a strange sensation to be hard while also remaining in a flaccid position.
He could feel the throbs his erection gave as it pressed against the plastic of the cage, not painful, just eager to spring up like it did every other time and the squirming discomfort when it couldn't. In the two-ish weeks he'd been wearing it he had to admit he hadn't gotten hard once, hadn't experienced this part of the chastity cage though he did read about it online on those stupid little websites.
It was so much different than what he read. It was good. It was annoying. It was both, it was a mix and an indistinguishable sensation that had him jerking his own hips against the blonde with whimpers that strained higher spilling from him. Begging wordlessly, desperately, for Hizashi to take the hint. He could hear the blonde swallowing to no doubt avoid choking on his saliva, but Shouta felt a smidge of embarrassment feeling his own dripping down his chin smearing against Hizashi's no doubt.
He hated it. He loved it. It was a conflict that switched back and forth, as restlessly and fluidly as water being poured from one glass to another. He couldn't settle on just one emotion as they all demanded to be felt in that moment, at the exact time, and it left his head swirling from the flood of sensations all smothering over one another. He didn't know how long he could keep on kissing when his jaw was aching lightly from the stretched position and his tongue was growing tired as well from the restless, desperate movement he tried to copy from the blonde.
It was damn good but so tiring as he clung to the sheets and relishing in each moan that spilled out of the blonde. He was gasping through his nose though his lungs demanded a much more satisfying breath, something that would expand his chest and soothe the little discomfort that was building there. He felt nails biting into his skin from the tight grip they had on his ass. He whimpered into the kiss with a vivid, dominating stab of excitement breaking through the swirling mess of emotions and sensations.
He gasped when the blonde pushed at his chest making him raise upwards, his lashes lifting as he looked down at the panting blonde and cringing internally at the strands of saliva trailing between them only to inevitable break and flutter down the blonde's chin. His skin had indeed grown just as slick as Shouta's thanks to his shameless drooling, but the blonde didn't seem to give a single fuck as he pushed him up into a sitting position his chest heaving as he panted much like the black-haired man was.
Reaching over to the bedside table he grabbed the little knob of the drawer yanking it open so hard and fast it flew out of its placement. The drawer dipped and spilled the contents to the floor making his husband hiss a string of curses that had him nearly laughing. He moved from between Hizashi's legs to sit beside him on his knees, allowing the blonde to twist forward to the edge of the bed grumbling under his breath as he picked up items until he dropped the drawer to the floor.
It took a moment but when he straightened up it was with a single condom along with the lube in one hand. He blinked reaching under his knee to grab the little keys making them jingle delightfully together making both men pause for a moment as his eyes flicked up to Hizashi who was staring at the keys. Then down at his caged erection. Then up to him. God, they made him burn as he shivered under that look with a breath rushing out of him.
Then the blonde was lunging forward towards him knocking him backwards, his legs flicking out awkwardly as his head landed right at the edge of the bed. Pouncing, tackling, it was all they seemed to be doing as they flew across the bed in every place imaginable he swore. He whined when he planted his feet onto the bed, lifting his hips up eagerly when the blonde popped the cap to their lube open and he made a mental note to tell Hizashi to grab some at the store next time he went.
If he wasn't going then he'd personally go buy some. Condoms too. They were running very low on both, and he hated that he hadn't noticed that after their shower escapade. He needed to keep a better eye on those. It was always annoying, frustrating when they got into it only to find they have no condoms or lube left prompting one of them to run out the door to fight through traffic to the larger stores if the lines at the convenience store just so happened to be the kind that always took forever to get through.
He whimpered arching higher as his thighs spread wide, wide as they could possibly go as the blonde squeezed a dollop onto his fingers and spread it quickly with those slick sounds that always managed to send shivers down his spine. He hated to admit it to himself that he could feel his entrance twitch when the blonde pressed his fingers against it to rub a light sheen across it making those brows raise at him. A smirk curled over his lips as he stared down at Shouta who looked away as if it would hide the reaction.
"My, my, what was that, kitten? You want something in you so bad you're twitching?" He moaned at the words aimed down at him paired with that devious smirk, the glasses that slipped down his nose when he looked back at his husband in response to his voice. Instinctive even. "It really has been a while, hasn't it? What was it, the second week of April when we fucked in the shower? And we're going into the second week of May now? Fuck, I hate that it's been that long, but we really needed it, didn't we? A second to recharge and come back to it but here you are just as desperate as you always are.":
"M-Mmm, please! Please, Zashi, need you! Need you bad!"
"Oh, you do? Does it hurt to need me so bad? Do you want me to pound you that badly, kitten? Need Daddy to fuck it all away for you? Make you feel better?" He whimpered when the blonde pushed a finger into him as his breath hitched to see that other hand dangle the keys between his pinched fingers. "You want me to let you out? You want me to make you feel good? Tell me, kitten, do you want me to fuck you into this bed so hard those shitty ass springs squeak? You want me to do it that bad? Real bad?"
"Yes! Yes, yes! Please, please make it better! Please! Need it bad, really bad! Ta-Take the cage off! Mmmmmnn, off, off! I want it off!" He cried out his words gasping in between as that second finger managed to squeeze its way in along with the first making his teeth click together as he snapped his mouth shut at the discomfort.
It was like that first time all over again, back when they decided to take that step in their relationship after their eighteen birthdays. It was an awkward time but there had been no active penetration from the other until they hit their twenties, surprisingly enough, but he didn't want to rush into it. Now? Now he wanted to rush it. But the discomfort kept him from demanding it knowing the blonde would reprimand him, even be upset with him if he did.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Do it hard, f-fast and make me fucking scream! Mmmm, please! Been so long, feels like it's been forever! Need you, Za- Daddy!"
"Remember what I said about slip ups? That doesn't apply to now. So, if you do it again, kitten, you'll be in a world of shit! Now what's your color?"
"G-Green!"
"Good boy."
He then began slowly moving his fingers, carefully almost like he didn't want the discomfort to overpower him, and he moaned out fighting the urge to move himself to meet those little thrusts. Amazing how he adopted to these little hints of BDSM so perfectly, so naturally, wasn't it? He'd never done it save for when they established it when the night Hizashi showed him the absolute thrill of shibari and yet he fell into his role naturally as breathing. Funny how Hizashi called him a power-bottom, but he fell into a submissive state so easily. Hizashi, on the other hand, was made for dominance and made for being on top.
Absolutely fucking made for it. Surprising as one would think he would bottom, that he would be the submissive one, and while he could act like it sometimes the reality of it was Shouta couldn't see himself topping like that. Of course, he had fantasies about it, but the actual act of topping was something that felt impossible; an alternative reality. Hizashi had offered, however, to let him try but he never accepted. And besides, if he did top his husband then where would he sta-?
"What are you so deep in thought about? You're barely making any noise, kitten."
He blinked himself out of his thoughts as he looked to his husband who was tilting his head again looking down at him and he wriggled against the sheets to adjust his position as the fingers began scissoring inside of him stretching the muscles. He swallowed when those fingers focused far more on spreading than thrusting now though a little movement thrust here and there had him shivering as he took a breath, his mouth moving before his brain could filter the words. "Mmmm, thi-thinking 'bout shibari. 'bout you being pe-perfect for topping. Thinkin' about topping you."
"Oh? And what would you do to me, hmm? What would you do to make Daddy feel good, kitten?"
He whimpered when the fingers pushed fiercely at his muscles, as if he was growing impatient, but not a single feature on his face betrayed the hypothetical emotion. The blonde's breaths were racing when he caught a glimmer of excitement in those green eyes; a flash like the light catching his nipple piercings every once in a while as his hair swung over his shoulders. "How would you fuck me? Would you fuck me good, kitten? Would you take good care of me? Treat me so good like I do with you? Or would you fuck me like the desperate little thing you are?"
God! There was just something about that voice purring at him as his husband smirked down at him. That lustful look glowing in his eyes, hand-in-hand with the curiosity on his face as those blonde brows raised at him as he thrusted his fingers into him. He wriggled his hips, whining at the blonde when those fingers spread out again and he bit his lip as he moaned out as his husband thrusted them roughly. Making him burn from the unspoken promise that he'd be getting that treatment from the blonde's hips.
"Would you make me scream? Make me lose my voice because you made me slip up and use my quirk too much? I bet you think about it more than you're saying, kitten! I bet you'd treat me so good, touch me so sweetly and you'd eat me out just like with the gag, remember? Eat me out so good I fucking cry like you did when I made love to you, then I bet you'll fuck me so hard I'm breathless! Tell me, tell me what you'd do, kitten!"
"Mmmmnnn, so hard! I'd do it so hard! Fa-Fast, hard, make the bed shake! Nnngh, fuckkk! It'd feel so good! So good, so tight around my cock! Ah, ah, I'd make you feel good! I wan' you to scratch up my back! So hard I fu-fucking bleed! Eat you out so hard it'd- Ahh! Ah, fuck, yes!" He shouted as the fingers thrusted in deep enough, reaching in to rub against his prostate making him jerk against the sheets making that gasping, breathless quality to his voice worsen when he shouted.
He gripped at the sheets fiercely, his fingers cramping from the tight hold, but he didn't care; his hips were thrusting up with that silent beg that the blonde seemed to ignore. He needed the blonde's hands. It wasn't an idle want; something he would crave but go without easily enough. No, no, it felt acute. A painful need to have those hands tracing and caressing every inch of him until he couldn't take it a moment longer.
There was something about those green eyes leveled on him as he jerked and thrusted his hips in time with those fingers that brushed over his prostate with each inwards thrusts as he gasped for air to speak. To finish the thought. To paint an image as surreal and vivid as his husband could. He moaned arching his back as his hips worked quickly to meet those thrusting fingers, shuddering as they spread out pushing at him making him whimper wildly. God, everything was so good. And fuck if that cage keeping his erection down wasn't driving him insane. Driving him to the point of true desperation.
"I'd fuck Daddy so good he'd want it a-all the time! Jus-Just like I do! Ahhhhnn, Daddy, take it off! Please! Take it off! Haah, haah, please! I need it off! It's- Mmmmnn! There! There, there, right there! More! Please! Fuck, just take it off!"
The blonde hummed down at him as he ground his fingers against his prostate making his erection strain, filling he space in the cage it seemed as it twitched desperately, and his thighs trembled from the pleasure when he gripped the sheets now to keep from ripping those keys out of his husband's hand. He grits his teeth together listening to his pants rush in and out through them at the way the blonde seemed to understand his urge because he blinked at him.
Then he smirked wickedly at him dangling those keys from his fingers jiggling them lightly back and forth making them jingle together. Those eyes challenged him to do something about it, challenged him to look away and to break from his submissive role. To do something about it. "You want out? Huh, you want it? Take them from me then."
And he was helpless to stop himself from shooting up into a sitting position his hands flashing out to grab the keys, the desperation clouding his judgment as he lunged for them with a shout leaving him when the fingers slid out of him quickly, the hand shooting up to grab his wrist. He was twisted around quickly onto his knees as his chest was slammed to the bed, his legs kicking out when the blonde clicked his tongue at him in reproach it seemed as he panted quickly against the sheets, his hair falling into his face annoyingly.
He heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper though he couldn't see it, but the blonde sighed at him as if he were disappointed. His wrist was released then but the outrage, the desperation, had him growling at the blonde though the sound was weak compared to the way Hizashi did it. "Take it off! I want it off! Please, Daddy! I'll do an-anything to take it off! Please! Wha-Whatever you want! I'll do it! Just please take it off!"
"Anything? You'll do anything?"
"Anything!"
The blonde hummed at him again making his feet kick childishly against the sheets with a shriek leaving his lips, wordless and filled with the frustration welling inside of him as he clawed at the sheets closest to him. Like it was a substitute for the blonde's skin. He then heard the familiar sound of lubricant being spread over rubber making him whine in irritation when fingers were rubbing the same substance across his entrance, when he felt the blonde position himself behind him.
"Mmmm, so you'll do anything then. That's good to know, kitten! Though it's a bit funny that you're acting like you have any standing to offer me something that I know is mine to take anytime I want but it's cute you use it as a bartering chip! I'll hold you to your word, kitten, and I won't forget what you tried to pull just now. You know better than to do that, even if Daddy said so! You don't lunge and you don't kick your feet like a goddamn child."
He whimpered at the near venomous tone it was dipping into as the blonde leaned over him, his hips instinctively arching backwards when he felt the blonde rubbing against him. Slick, sliding motions that had him whimpering as he shivered from the effect of the blonde's voice. A hiss, a venomous crack that had him whining with each teasing rub of his erection against him as he tried his best to ignore the twitch of his hole when the blonde growled at him. Then finally, finally, finally those hips pulled back to press the tip against him.
"You don't lunge at Daddy, you don't act like a fucking brat to Daddy, and you listen to Daddy. You don't respond to taunts, you hear me?"
He couldn't focus on his words, not really, for he was wailing as the blonde pushed into him slowly with a strained groan leaving the blonde with those slow movements, sliding in inch by inch it felt. He paused when he felt Shouta needed the break but he would whimper when he did and so he slid forward until he was gasping against the sheets, the blonde's hips pressing against him as hands gripped his hips. One awkwardly due to the keys being held tight to his palm but still managed to dig a finger or two into his skin.
He couldn't remember a time, a single moment, when he felt full like this. Where he felt like his body was desperately trying to accommodate the erection, trying to stretch quickly to make it pleasurable like he knew it was, and yet it was making his head spin at the sensation. Hizashi seemed to be in a similar state, struck wordless as he groaned loudly gripping his hip with his free hand so tightly, he wondered if he would leave bruises in their wake.
He hoped so, God he hoped so. It was quiet save for their panting, hitching and scraping down loudly, though there was the occasional muted thump from the bathroom from the kitten inside. He trembled when the hands slid from his hips up his side then tugging until he was forced to release the sheets as he was pulled up onto his knees. His hands came backwards to wrap around the blonde's shoulders, to grip his hair tightly making him moan against his shoulder.
"Da-Daddy, please?"
"Please what, kitten?"
"Ta-Take it off? 'm good, be so good, and listen to Daddy."
He hated that he skipped over words as he slurred his words out on a moan, his chest heaving much like Hizashi's. He clung onto the man when he whimpered feeling the hips beginning to grind against him in tight little movements, his own twitching to copy the movements and he loved the moan e got that vibrated against his skin again. "I'll be a good boy, pr'mise, Daddy! Be the be-best boy for you! I'll li-listen, do whatever you say, if you'd just please take it off! I-It's startin' to hurt!"
And that quite honestly wasn't a lie. Perhaps not physically but the intensity of his desperation, his need for it to come off, ached so fiercely through him that it really did trick his mind to think it hurt. The throbbing, the way it strained against the plastic of the cage, all tricked him into thinking it truly did finally hurt. He felt the hips pulling back then thrusting forward in a shallow thrust making him whimper loudly.
"Please! Off, off, off! Wan' it off! Daddy, please! Take it off! Please! Mmmmff, I'll wear it all day whenever you want! But please, please, please- nnnfff, please! Please get it off me! Now! Right now! I can't stand it anymore! Take it off me! Now, now, now! Please!"
"Shhhh, kitten, shhh. Calm down, okay? Take a deep breath, you're- Are you crying?"
The blonde sounded horrified when he lifted his head looking over Shouta's shoulder the best he could, when he blinked only to feel tears crawling down his burning cheeks to his jaw. He was crying? When did that happen? Those shallow thrusts stopped immediately making him groan in disappointment. His hips jerked backwards, desperately, when the blonde held his hips tightly to keep him from moving again as he winced when he did so, and he gasped desperately as he clung to the blonde. "Color, Shouta. Tell me your color."
Color? His color, he knew moments ago, was green. It was green and he was fine but now? Now, with this strange pain running rampant through him was making his head foggy, making him feel dizzy. It wasn't at all in that amazing way it had the night of the shibari. But would he be mad? Would he be disappointed? He gasped in a breath to speak, and he felt a few more tears crawl down his cheeks. He hated how upset he felt, how he hated to say it but if he had to stay like this one more second-
"Red. R-Red! Emerald! E-Emerald! I can't-!"
And the blonde pulled out him quickly but carefully as he could, shivering as he was then flipped around then down onto his back where the blonde gripped the key sliding it into the lock of the cage, twisting with a quiet click. Then it was off. It was finally off, making his breath rush out in then out as a relieved moan as the emotion flooded him so intensely it had a few tears running down his temples to wet his hair as he felt the blonde's hands on his wet cheeks.
"Shouta, are you okay? Are you alright, baby?" The worry in those green eyes when he blinked his own to clear his vision was concerning when he whimpered softly feeling thumbs stroking against his burning cheeks. Then he was pulled up into a sitting position feeling the blood rush from his head though he reached out to wrap his arms around his shoulders. "Shouta, baby boy, are you okay? Does it really hurt? Are you hurt? Did we go too far? Tell me, baby, tell me, I need to know you're okay!"
He curled forward into his arms, his face pressing to the blonde's shoulder as a hand came up to press against his trembling lips when tears began flooding down his cheeks to drip off the edge of his jaw or slither down his throat making his skin itch. He was swallowed in the guilt that he had stopped it, that he had been feeling so good only for it to really feel bad. Why did it happen like that? He wanted this so much, wanted Hizashi so badly, so why didn't it feel good then?
Why did it feel so good up until that moment when his brain convinced him it hurt? How did that crazy desperation get so out of hand? Until he was nearly hyperventilating? Until he was crying? He blinked to focus on the questions when he felt Hizashi's hands rubbing up and down his back soothing when it trembled on a quiet little sob through his nose as he sniffled to keep his nose from running. That would be just attractive, wouldn't it? But he needed to answer. He needed to say something.
"Are you mad at me?"
"What?"
He felt the hands pause on his back, the blonde's chin nudging his head lightly when he was pushed back far enough to look at the blonde again who stared at him incredulously. Shocked even. Like he couldn't believe what Shouta had just whispered out in that trembling voice of his, the breaths that shook on their way out as they stared at one another with such contrasting emotions that he would have laughed any other day. Then that same gasping tone of the blonde's rang out as he spoke again.
"What did you just say? What the fuck did you just say to me? Am I mad? Shouta! You're such an idiot! How could I be mad? Why would I be mad? Why do you think I would be pissed with you for any reason? Tell me, explain that question to me, Sho! Tell me why you think I would be mad!"
"Because I made you stop." He whispered again feeling the tears gushing down his hot cheeks prompting him to lift his hands to rub them off his cheeks, out of his eyes as he stared the blonde then taking a moment to grind his fingers into his eyes before dropping them when they became too slick to really clear them away.
"It- We were feeling good after such a long break and-and I wanted to make you feel good because-because I want to start d-doing it again. I don't want you to be mad because I made us stop when it was finally happening. When this is supposed to be when we pick it back up again."
"Shouta!"
His name was gasped in such a way it quite literally broke his heart; he was being yanked back to the blonde's throat where his hand pinned against his lips again as they trembled, and the blonde curled his arms around him fiercely. A protective manner as he was clutched close to his husband. "Shouta, sweetheart, no! No, no, no! That's why we use colors! That's why we have a safe word! Sweetheart, lovely boy, it's not your fault! Things can be good one second and bad the next, sweetheart, and it's not your fault at all! Look, we'll start over with something else! We'll forget this, we'll try it some other time when you're good and comfortable with it before we even think of buying a new one or sizing down."
"But I couldn't do it anymore. I made you stop!"
"Shouta! My baby, my sweet baby boy, don't you ever feel guilty just because I'm turned on and it doesn't feel good to you! We need to both feel good, Shouta, no matter what and if it hurts or it's too much or if you can't do it anymore then we stop! I won't ever, ever, be mad at you just because you need to stop! Never, sweetheart. Never will I be mad about that! Let's relax, okay? Let's just focus on calming down and we'll get the kitten to the vets then we'll do something else. Don't you ever feel guilty about making me stop, you hear me?"
"I hear you." He whispered back when the hands began rubbing up and down his back softly again, gentle in their pace, and he closed his eyes burying his face to the blonde's throat with his fingers pinned to his trembling lips.
He couldn't shake the guilt that clawed at him, insisted that he stole any chance of pleasure from his husband and himself, but the blonde's words alleviated that feeling just a bit. Hizashi said it was okay, he wouldn't say that if it wasn't. But sometimes he let him get away with things he shouldn't be getting away with. He could hear the truth in his husband's voice, the passion behind them, and yet he couldn't help but feel like this was just something he was going to get away with and he was going to face no punishment when he felt he needed it.
He felt the arms tighten around him as he squeezed his eyes shut tightly when the blonde began crooning some soft song to him, unnamed and unfamiliar, but soothing in its sound as he tried his best to shut his mind off. His husband wouldn't lie to him, wouldn't do that, but he was letting him get away by stopping them. He was letting it happen and Shouta hated it. The hands attempted to wash his thoughts away, but he just couldn't shake it. He had to make it up to him. Had to do something to make it up to the blonde.