It worsened each time the blonde sighed quietly against his scalp, his arms tight around him tugging him to his chest. It worsened when the blonde would sneak off to the bathroom when he thought Shouta was asleep. He hated that his husband, the one person that he should be doing all he could for, was sneaking off to masturbate in the bathroom of all places. He wouldn't even do it in the bed or the same room as Shouta anymore which made his heart ache.
Of course, they cuddled, they twisted together in the sheets as tight as they could and skin pressing where it was possible, but as for sexual needs? They weren't being met. It was like Hizashi was the one spooked by what had happened, and it killed him that he was being assured over and over he did nothing wrong, but his husband was suffering. He offered whenever he could to help; whether it was to talk to him, whether it was to help touch him or even to go down on the blonde it was all gently refused in a way that made him feel worse.
It made him wish the blonde would straight out snap at him to leave him alone rather than that gentle voice politely refusing. He tried to focus on work again, tried to center his time on learning new hairstyles that Eri insisted and begged him to try on her hair for school the next day and tried to focus on training Hitoshi whenever he could. Grading, teaching, patrolling, all of it was blending but it wasn't doing its job of keeping him busy or distracted.
Not when most nights he could hear the way that his husband's panting, the quiet muffled moans rang out most nights from behind a locked bathroom door until he was shifting restlessly before deciding to go out for a walk. Anything to get the energy out of him. Of course, it wasn't odd for him to go on late night ventures with his capture weapon until he was burnt out, yet he felt absolutely wracked with guilt when he would come back to see Hizashi shifting in the bed.
Throwing his limbs out with that same restless energy that had been burning in him as the blankets twisted around his legs and his face scrunched up as if he were distressed even in his sleep. It would disappear when he crawled under the sheets with him and while it felt good to help be a little respite for his husband in those times, he needed to do more. He wanted to do more. He didn't think either of them could last a second, let alone another day, without the touches he knew that the blonde craved as much as he did.
It honestly worsened; it became unbearable now that he'd gotten just a little taste of it. And that's how it led him down a rabbit whole of both the list along with how he could make it up to his husband. How he could really ease them back into the challenge, into checking off the list again, which is where he found himself making another purchase that he didn't think he would have ever made in a million years.
It was tame, so unbearably tame, but the thought of what Hizashi would do to him when he saw it on him was worth it. That's perhaps why he didn't feel as much embarrassment as he thought he would when he was snatching the box off of the front doorstep, carrying it to the bedroom and shooing the cats out of the room. Like he had predicted they did indeed end up agreeing to take ownership of the little spitfire that Hizashi had lovingly named Sterling, the kitten's adjustment was- well, it was going.
She of course seemed to take to Hizashi, surprisingly, and she followed Cosmo or even Cappella wherever they went with her little collar jingling merrily. He felt a bit bad at just how fast she bolted out of the room when he shooed the cats off of it, her little feet barely touching the floor it seemed and he shut the bedroom doors sighing softly. He turned back to the bed shaking his thoughts from his head, the words clinging like cobwebs, as he walked over to the bedside table on Hizashi's side to tug the drawer open tugging the scissors out.
He pulled the box from the foot of the bed over to him using the blade of the scissor to cut through the tape sealing the box shut then opened the flaps of the box reaching inside tugging the green bubble wrap out then grabbed the plastic pack inside. He took a deep breath as he picked at the little circle of tape sealing it shut, getting it open then pulling out the square of fabric that was tightly folded, little pieces of tape holding the shape.
His fingers twitched as he stared down at the lacy fabric, peeling the strips of tape away, then watching it unfurl once he lifted it up feeling a blush crawl up to his cheeks. It looked fine but would it fit? He took a deep breath then laid the underwear, er, well lingerie would be a better word, wouldn't it? He laid it out on the bed then reached down to undo the buckle of his belt, the metal quietly clinking as he did so and looked down briefly before tugging it through the belt loops of his pants listening to hiss through them.
He then tossed it on the bed and made quick work of the button along with his zipper then shoved them down his thighs then to his knees where he shimmied them downwards to his ankles. He stepped out of the fabric as he then pushed at his boxers, the fabric sliding far easier than they should down to his ankles which he stepped out of him just as easily before picking up the lacy fabric from the bed.
He hoped to God that this worked. That it fit, that Hizashi liked it, that his offer would attempt to make up for a few days ago, and that everything would be okay. That they wouldn't be ignoring, nor denying their sexual needs like they were. They were adults, not horny teenagers tiptoeing around roommates. They were adults that could face the fact that they got horny, they got turned on, and they wanted sex like any other creature on the face of the planet so there was no need to be doing this hesitant song and dance.
He wanted the blonde and goddammit, if he had to resort to lingerie then he'd do it. He bent down stepping into the fabric hesitantly, the lace looking like it could rip at a moment's notice if he wasn't careful with it, and he slid it upwards to his hips blinking at the feeling. It fit. It fit! He reached down to adjust the fabric of the crotch until he was satisfied at the way his penis sat in the little pouch.
He then reached behind him with the blush burning a little hotter as he touched the literal string that was the back. It was to resemble a thong, but it was a bit more embarrassing than he thought it'd be. He looked down at his shirt then, pursing his lips when his eyes flickered to the mirror standing in the corner. He grabbed the hem of his shirt tugging it up over his head, dropping it onto the bed then reaching up to tug his hair out of its ponytail for just a second.
All he needed was to see it down, to see how he looked with it down and then up to gauge how he wanted to look for the blonde. He took a breath then forced his legs to move around the bed, walking slowly over to the mirror only to stop just by its edge to bounce his toes as if to work himself up, to get that courage to look. It wasn't the worst thing to ever be on him, so it truly wasn't a big deal. It was just embarrassing given it was lingerie after all and definitely something he didn't think he'd resort too but dammit he was desperate.
He didn't think he could take another night of listening to his husband moan in the bathroom that sometimes mingled with soft breathing that turned into a breathless whisper of his name he just barely caught. That thought alone was enough to coax him into standing in front of the mirror. And he saw his own jaw drop just a bit, his eyes widened as he gawked at himself feeling a rush of embarrassment move through him.
An intense rush like that would normally make him move away, look away awkwardly but not this time. Not now. The lingerie was styled to give the impression of boxers; the waistline lacey as it rested against his waist and the bottom edges of what should have been more fabric were strings. Well, thick strings that allowed for four columns of lace to come down with two being in the front on his thighs and the other two to be on the back.
He twisted slightly to gawk at the strip of lace on either side, even the sight of his literal bare ass hanging out wasn't enough to make him look away. The lace of the lingerie was thick, the black glowing against his pale skin as the two strips back there seemed to act as a frame for his ass cheeks it seemed. He caught a hint of the back that acted as a literal thong at the top of his ass before disappearing between his cheeks.
Then he twisted to look at the front again, the lace that felt nice against his skin. He reached down to rub it lightly with the pads of his fingers then reached cautiously to feel the fabric of the crotch marveling at just how soft it felt. How it fit not too loose but not skintight against him but rather comfortably. Naturally. Now, he didn't have the confidence nor the boldness his husband did but the sight of the black, lacy fabric against his pale skin and the way he could just barely see a hint of his happy trail beneath the lace itself was like a little treat.
A little tease to his husband is what it would be. And the longer he gawked at himself, the longer he stared and twisted as if he were preening himself for a date night of some kind, he couldn't deny that there was a simple fact that was ringing true in his head. Its truth was so loud, so painfully loud and the longer he stared he couldn't stop keep his eyes off of himself for once when he watched his mouth move before he caught up with it, lips trembling wordlessly before-
"I look fucking good."
He watched his cheeks flare a vivid red, the color impossible bright on his cheeks but he didn't flinch away like he thought he would. Not even hearing himself say the words that he knew should have driven him into a shell of embarrassment and awkwardness. His confidence, somehow and perhaps for even no to little reason, was shooting through the roof the long he twisted and angled himself in the mirror in a way that would perhaps even make Hizashi blush to watch. He wanted- no, he needed documented evidence.
He needed- He turned rushing over to the bed, his feet thumping against the floor as he rushed for his phone sitting on the bed from where he'd tossed it earlier. Hizashi had gone on patrol and wasn't answering so he hadn't seen much need to have the device on him. He snatched the device up fast, his hand shooting out and nearly yanking the blanket with it when he turned back to walk over to the mirror.
Shouta didn't do this; he wasn't confident, nor was he bold enough to take pictures of himself. Hell, he hated dick pictures but sometimes if he was away on a mission, he would accept the rather shitty dick picture from his husband and sometimes he would return the favor but God they were fucking ugly. No matter what angle, what lighting, sometimes it just looked completely ugly. This though? This was different.
This was a full body picture that he was going to be attempting; the front would be easy, of course, but the back? Well, that might take some fidgeting and angling, but he could possibly do it. The only question is what did he do with these pictures afterwards? He was vain enough to keep them for himself, wasn't that narcissistic that he needed pictures of himself in lingerie on his phone so what did he do with them?
He didn't want to send them to Hizashi yet; he wanted the blonde to see it in person, he wanted the full impact of how he looked to unfold in front of him not over the phone. His thumb trembled over the screen as he unlocked it quickly then pulled open his camera and took a deep breath as he lifted it up to the mirror. Alright, so what did he want to do? Hair up or down? What did he do with his free hand?
He wasn't an expert on pictures like this, but he wanted them to be good for the blonde because even if he didn't send them to his husband right now, he knew that he'd be sending them to him after tonight to keep. So, was it wrong that he wanted them to turn out good? Classy but sexy? Oh, but Hizashi did like slutty pictures if his own that he sent Shouta had anything to say about it, but could he pull that off? He rubbed a hand over his face before slapping his red cheek lightly in a series of fluttering movements before meeting his own gaze in the mirror.
It wasn't a big deal! In fact, he should just...just do what comes naturally. What he felt would be good material for his husband. What he thought his husband would like to look at. He had quite a bit of inspiration as in their younger years Hizashi had done quite a bit of modeling; or rather photo shoots as the blonde would correct him but he still had every single magazine his husband ever appeared in tucked away.
Maybe he could just recreate one of those? So, he took a deep breath, planting his feet apart just a bit to make the fabric sit taut against his skin, his shaking hand pressing to his hip as he slid his fingers just below the lacy top. His hair was resting around his shoulders was a bit messy, nothing wild, but definitely not neat like it normally was. He waited for the camera to focus, for the image to become as clear as it possibly could and then he hit the button.
He took a moment to open the picture, his cheeks burning as he gawked at the screen before looking at the time. At six o'clock, the kids headed out to some fair with the other students so they wouldn't be home until at least eight-thirty which meant they had roughly two and half hours to do this. That was more than enough time to do what he wanted and get Eri tucked into bed. So, he pulled his camera up.
Then he twisted slightly, just enough for him to see his own ass if he turned his head just enough and he lifted that hand up to push the hair from his face then tangle it into his hair. Waited for the camera to focus then looked right into the mirror at himself. He hit the button. He took three additional pictures, one more full body from the back that took a few moments to set up and angle just right then two squatting ones that were absolutely slutty that balanced out the two rather classy pictures in his opinion.
Five good pictures. He was looking at that last one, another one from behind of him squatting and any other day the sight of his as hanging out would have mortified him but he was running high on that confidence that when the phone vibrated in his hand as he was sitting on the bed, he found himself crossing his legs. Bouncing his foot lazily as he read the text message. He could go about this anyway he wanted with how high his confidence was running through him and he sent a text back, bouncing the phone lightly.
He let himself fall backwards making the bed bounce lightly beneath him from the impact. He dropped the phone to the bed next to his head staring up at the ceiling as he sighed out reaching one hand up to rub his eye fiercely when he heard a scratching at the door followed by a little meow. He knew realistically no cat would care if he answered the door in lingerie he still didn't want too.
After all, he had a few things to figure out before he broke and flung the doors open to let the cats into the bedroom like he wanted too. He needed to figure out how he wanted to do this; did he greet him at the door, did he sit on his knees? On the bed? The floor? Did he just walk out of their bathroom? Did he lounge back on his hands with his ankles crossed? Or did he sit on his knees with his legs spread like he had with the pet play?
He bit his lower lip as he drummed his fingers against his stomach. He could feel the nervousness beginning to well up inside beneath that boisterous confidence he had in surprising amounts tonight. Was that confidence fed by determination? Or by his resolution? He had no clue, but he knew those magic words had left him changing everything about how he looked at himself tonight and he wasn't sure if he was happy about it or nervous that it would drain away when Hizashi came home.
There was a difference in gawking at yourself in a mirror, twisting and admiring then taking pictures. Then there was twisting or spinning in place to let someone else gawk and admire what had previously been done by you and you alone. Shouta wasn't sure if it was simply going to melt away or if he'd become meek before the sight of his husband, but he wanted to try. He would push through if he had too, anything to make it up for the chastity cage.
He knew he didn't have anything to make up for, but he wanted to. Two times now he feels he's fucked something up, two strikes against him and he couldn't afford a third strike. Hizashi never said they'd stop what they were doing but he worried if he pushed too hard in the wrong direction the challenge would be called off and the list ripped up without a second thought. And he didn't want that.
No matter how hesitant he was in the beginning now he wanted to participate in this little challenge, he wanted to continue on with it, as he could imagine no better summer than the one, he could spend exploring these new kinks, scenarios or ideas his husband had. He felt the phone vibrate next to him gaining his attention as he reached for the device, holding it in perhaps the most precarious way; inches above his face, and unlocked the screen.
Another text from Hizashi. Five minutes? More than enough time to figure this out. He uncrossed his legs pushing himself to a sitting position as he grunted lightly then sent a reply, a single worded one that wouldn't be out of the ordinary for Hizashi to expect from him and then he got an idea. A wicked idea. Hizashi always liked taking pictures from the waist up, classy yet sexy pictures whenever he had the opportunity too and often times he did it while Shouta was on patrol or when he was supposed to be at work.
He saved as many pictures as he could, picking and choosing from the best of the best or the ones he liked the most, but couldn't he do the same? He bit the corner of his lip lightly when he hovered his phone over the camera app on his phone only to move it up to Snapchat. It had taken much, much convincing on Hizashi's part for him to even consider getting the stupid app, but the blonde had insisted it made taking pictures easier.
Especially if he wanted to add a caption of any kind and right now that was a pretty good idea. He knew realistically he could send any of the tasteful pictures he'd taken but again he didn't want Hizashi to see the lingerie until he was home. So, he lifted the phone up, the sight of his canine tooth digging into his lip had him releasing the hold on it and he swallowed before lifting the phone up at what he considered the perfect distance.
He hated selfies, he didn't find himself a fan of taking them but wasn't opposed to pictures when taken by others even if it made him look like a feral creature or a cryptid of some kind. He shifted his position on the bed then took a deep breath as he lifted his free hand up again to push his hand into his hair tugging the bangs away from his face giving it a messy look as it twisted around his fingers. He arched his chest forward, a hint of a temptation he knew Hizashi would see immediately, and yet it could be construed as anything.
The position, the arch, could be done for any reason. He kept himself from smirking at the screen when he then blinked in response to that urge to stop the movement of his lips. Because why should he stop himself? Hizashi always said he loved his little smiles, his devious little smirks as well, so why not make it the image that the blonde would swoon over? He smirked then, both with intent and helpless to stop it this time, when took the picture.
Saved it to his phone then pulled up the blonde's number, his latest text having gone unseen by Shouta, and he dropped his hand from his hair to plant it behind him as he leaned backwards. He sent it. He then turned his screen off placing the phone to the side as his leg began bouncing lightly, lifting his hands to pull the ponytail from around his wrist and scraped his hair backwards tugging it into a ponytail that wasn't at all sleek or neat as it would have been, but he didn't mind.
After all, if the night went how he hoped it would then there'd be no reason to care about it as it would end up a tangled, wild mess anyhow. He huffed out a laugh when his phone began pinging rapidly, back-to-back texts from the blonde as he picked up the phone that vibrated with each ping and he unlocked the screen humming softly as he tapped at the notification at the top of his screen. A field of text, rapid little bubbles that were still coming, filled his screen.
Zashi-chan: Yo, WHAT? Um, HELLO to you too, sexy man!
Zashi-chan: Are you not wearing a SHIRT?
Zashi-chan: I'm not complaining though 😏😉
Zashi-chan: Are the kids not home? Is that why you're sitting there like some kind of pale Greek God?
Zashi-chan: You and your little smirking face, you look REAL pleased with yourself! Just what have you done to look like that, hmmm?
Zashi-chan: How the fuck can you be so pretty? It's very unfair to everyone around you, Sho!
Zashi-chan: Sitting there pretty as fuck, looking thicc as hell, like a whole ass MEAL rather than a snack 😏
Zashi-chan: God, you could just crush my head like a watermelon, and I'd die happy, babe!
Zashi-chan: Sho! Answer!
Zashi-chan: Sho!
Zashi-chan: Sho!
Zashi-chan: Babe!
Zashi-chan: My loooooveeeeee
Zashi-chan: Shouta! You're READING these! If you got time to read, you got time to type!
Zashi-chan: SHOUTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Sho-chan: calm down Zashi im right here
Zashi-chan: Babe! What are you doing? You're not the type to be taking sexy selfies like that, you little minx
Sho-chan: kids r gone to a fair thing. wont b back til 8:30
Zashi-chan: Oh? Good for them! You didn't answer me though, babe. 😉
Sho-chan: how close to home r u?
Zashi-chan: I'm at the convenience store, the one that's ten minutes away, why?
Sho-chan: hurry. i got smthin good to show u
Zashi-chan: Yes, sir! Moving at the speed of light!
Sho-chan: dont run tho bc ull need ur strength & energy
Zashi-chan: ❤️❤️
Then Shouta dropped the phone to the sheets again taking a deep breath rubbing his hands against the lace of the lingerie, as if he could rub the shaking away, and he stood up. Okay, so how did he do this? He had ten minutes. Ten minutes to calm down, to keep a tight hold on that astronomical confidence he had brewing right now, and he scratched at his jaw listening to the drag of his nails against the stubble. He had to admit that his position before at the edge of the bed, one leg crossed over to the other, leaning back on his hands?
That could be good. No, that was actually perfect. Far better than any position he could put himself in as anything else he felt would be far too much and overly exuberant of him which would only worry the blonde who would fuss over him. Fuss, smother and coax him to pajamas with promises they'd do this another day. And he didn't want to wait another day. He often wondered how he had even gotten through this week without exploding out of his skin, the tension making his muscles stiff no matter what he did.
Even the desire throbbing in the back of his mind like a low murmur that crested up to shriek at him when they were alone was driving him crazy. He couldn't take another day. He couldn't deal with this desire, this need that felt like pain; like he could possibly cry again just from how bad, how desperately he needed the blonde. How he had to have him; like he was a necessity every bit important as water or food or air or even his precious sleep.
He needed his hands on him, he needed his lips touching his, touching his face, his skin, and he needed the tickle of his hair drifting over his sweaty skin. To be reduced to a screaming, wailing mess as he clawed the blonde's shoulder blades and back, his biceps and all while praising the man like he were a God. He wanted it, he needed it, and he had to have it tonight. Of course, many men could be abstinent, could refuse sex, but he wasn't one of them.
Yes, he had good mental fortitude, but it was surprisingly gone when it came to his family. His husband. He was helpless, powerless, defenseless against the blonde and there wasn't a thing he could do to strengthen it. Not when they were alone. In public it was another thing but at home where could they twist together? Where he could touch, kiss, and hug onto the man all he wanted? He didn't have a hope or prayer.
He sat back on the edge of the bed feeling his heart pound against his chest wildly, pumping the excitement and the hope through his veins like an intoxicating elixir that made him feel light. Airy. There was need, however, and there was lust bubbling beneath the emotions like a shot of bitterness, the sensation bright and sharp. Hot. It flashed beneath his skin at the knowledge his husband would walk through those doors any minute and he would have to do what he could to help them both.
To get them over this hump of a stand still. He blinked when he shifted as he was yanked from his thoughts at that all too familiar twitching and he looked down feeling a fresh blush rise to his face as he stared down at himself. That's what he got for getting carried away like that. Though perhaps it was perfect? Maybe it would be the thing to tip Hizashi to his favor? After all, how many times had he come home from patrol to find an aroused, wicked blonde waiting for him?
How many times had he wanted to do that himself? An excited, fast breath rushed out of him at how his dots were coming together and how his lines were connecting to create a perfect series of events that would unfold just the way he wanted them too. He leaned back on his hands while crossing his legs, the sheets cool beneath his shaking hands, when he stared down at himself again feeling a stab of satisfaction.
The way his legs were crossed hid the bulge of his erection but when he uncrossed them? Oh, that's when he hopes he'll have the effect he wants. The thing that will tie every little bit of himself together to get the blonde to pounce. He began bouncing his foot lightly, the silence in the room weighing heavily when he realized that while they occasionally used it, that he could pull a move his husband would and play music.
He didn't have the same music preferences as his husband, but he did know a few soft songs that crooned and would add to the very mood he was setting. He picked his phone up again, pushing off of the bed to sit up again as he jumped up to his feet to approach the dock they had on the dresser. He took a breath as he pulled up his Spotify with that same breath rushing out of him. His stomach had that butterfly's sensation only it felt like it could cripple him at any moment, his heart was positively flying against his chest.
His hands shook lightly as he began scrolling through his few playlists. There weren't as many as what Hizashi had but he did embarrassingly enough have a playlist for the blonde. It was filled with love songs sweet enough to make him sick on any other day. Though he settled on a playlist that both he and Hizashi made together labeled simply as 'bedroom music' and he tapped the first song quickly then slid it into the dock listening as the music began playing through the speaker on it.
He turned it down low; not loud enough to cover any other sounds but not so low that it wouldn't be heard. Then he heard what he'd been waiting for; the front door slamming shut. He spun on his feet quickly as he ran to the edge of the bed, spinning again to sit on the edge making the bed bounce with his movements. He took a moment to take one deep breath before crossing his legs, leaning back on his hands, and let that breath out as the thud of boots on the floor outside approached the door.
Had it really been ten minutes or did Hizashi run despite him telling the blonde not too? He didn't know because all that mattered, all that he cared about, was he was here. He was here and his heart was slamming against his chest so hard he nearly felt sick. There was a sound from the other side of the door, reminiscent of a squirt bottle, and his heart which had already beaten so hard, so fast, seemed to jump at the sound as the doors began grinding open.
"Out! Out, not now! Go, heathens! You have food in your bowls still! Go feast!"
"Zashi, leave the cats alone." Shouta sighed out in what he hoped was an unsuspecting tone to the blonde who had his back facing the door ever so slightly to keep his eyes on the cats as he slid into the room, the bag in his hand rustling loudly as he stepped in then shut the doors quickly.
He wanted to take a breath, he wanted to soothe his pounding heart, but he couldn't because Hizashi was turning around. He was turning, turning to him, and he was fighting the urge to grip the blankets underneath his shaking hands. His breath froze in his throat when he finally faced him, green eyes widening as the bag dropped from his hand where it rustled as it hit the floor while every little breath of air left his husband on a wheeze.
He bit at the inside of his lip, forcing himself to breathe again as he swallowed before speaking hoping for an even tone, not the wobbling one he feared would come out. "Welcome home, love."
"You- How the fuck- When did you-?" The blonde spluttered over his words as a rosy blush covered his cheeks, his hands fluttering uselessly as he gestured to Shouta, and he knew it was a multitude of things that left his husband wordless.
Knew it well because he had been in that position one too many times and yet he was thriving off of the reaction he was getting. It was quite literally feeding his soul, feeding into the emotions rushing through his veins and making that excitement, the exhilaration claw up into his chest so powerfully he felt breathless under its presence. He watched those glass slid down his nose, just little bit nothing crazy, but due to the motions of his hands flying around uselessly still made them slip down a bit more. His hands moved like they could physically grab his words.
"I'm not-! This is honestly the best fucking night of my life, baby! What are you wearing? When did you buy it?"
"Online. Wednesday."
He gave one word replies to the unfinished questions then he took a breath moving his bouncing leg off of his other, the blonde's eyes flying down as he let his hands slide on the sheets when he pushed himself up to his feet in a fluid movement. He could see the heat beginning to flicker in those green eyes, could see a greedy sense of the lust Shouta himself felt, and he reached down to lightly pluck at the edge of the lace pressing against his waist.
"And it's lingerie. I, um, I found it online. I know you said I have nothing to make up for, that I have no reason to feel bad, but I do. I want to really make up for the choking, for the chastity cage, and I wanted to do something I know you'd love." He then swallowed when he swayed forward onto the balls of his feet before walking forward to his husband. His hands raised when he got close, touching his red cheeks and soaking up the heat radiating off of them. "Because I don't think- no, I can't. I can't take it anymore and I want- need you to touch me. We've had long enough of a break, haven't we, love?"
"You're bold tonight."
Three little words whispered to him making him nod when the blonde reached up touching the backs of his hands, then a smile curled over his lips and Shouta smiled softly back at him as he stroked his thumbs against the hot cheeks. "Bold enough to give me a spin?"
He nodded again watching that smile widen as he slid his hands off of his cheeks, Hizashi's hand gripping his as the others dropped away from one another, and he stepped backwards to let the blonde see. Eyes moved over him with that greedy expression again making him shiver when the blonde tugged his hand lightly holding it above his head prompting him to turn slowly only to hear the blonde make a choked sound as his back faced him before completing the spin.
He faced him again loving the look, the pure emotion, on his husband's face as that free hand reached out grabbing his waist tugging him close. "You are the sexiest motherfucker I've ever seen! Do you have any clue how fucking good you look?"
"I do."
He grinned at the surprised look on his husband's face, lashes fluttering as they widened briefly again, and brows rose in response as he pulled his hand from Hizashi's in order to reach up to slide both of his around his neck. The bag, the stupid bag, rustled against his calf as he stepped closer when the hand that had been holding his came to rest on his waist as well. Closer, closer, closer. He twisted himself close as he could to the blonde, his chest tight to the blonde's.
He shivered at the hands that slid up his back making his breath rush in then out with that excitement that burst through him. An excitement he could see reflected in his husband. "I looked in the mirror after I put'em on."
"Of course, you did. Of course." The blonde breathed out when those hands began sliding downwards to his lower back making a quiet whimper sound in the back of his throat, his lashes fluttering in an attempt to stay open. To stay locked on those green ones.
He let out a little moan when the hands reached down that final stretch gripping his ass tightly holding his lower half tightly to the blonde's who wobbled on his feet given there was no support, but it didn't matter. He watched blonde lashes dip, his lips parting with little racing breaths that threatened to crescendo into gasps that he knew were waiting. He was tingling. Every little bit of him from his skin to his groin right up to his lips as he waited.
Waited, waited, waited. "You know, baby, you're photo worthy. I want to take pictures just to be reminded of how lucky, how I'm so fucking lucky to have the most beautiful person ever. Not one person could hold one tenth, one fifth, of the attraction you hold for me and that's the damn truth. No one is sexier, no one is more beautiful, and no one is more desirable than you. Not a single person could hold a candle to you, lovely boy. Would you let me take a picture of you? Would that be okay?"
And this was it. His final move. He was throwing all his cards down, all chips to the center. All in. He was placing every bet and risking everything. He could feel the blonde's face inching closer, his head tipping and tilting subtly to the side as his breath raced in anticipation. His hands moved up to tug at the little half bun his husband had put his hair into and twisted his fingers into the locks when they fell over his shoulders, his heart racing wildly.
Hell, he could feel Hizashi's heart racing just as fast, and he swallowed as he took a breath. Four words. He could seal this night with four little words. It was going far easier than he thought, far better than he could have imagined, and he just needed to say those four little words. He let those lips come close, so close he knew his own would just lightly brush the blonde's when he spoke as the blonde's breaths raced with his.
"I already took pictures."
That was it. Lips pressed down against his with such enthusiasm, so much heat that he felt his skin burst into flames as the blonde kissed him fiercely and so fervently, he felt his very breath fly out of him. He hated not being able to see when he walked, something Hizashi agreed with though he was far more used to it thanks to his shitty vision, but he was stumbling over his feet when he rushed backwards in time with the blonde who walked forward.
Fast, clumsy movements of feet as he pulled and Hizashi pushed until he was flying backwards onto the bed with the blonde above him, hands leaving his ass to slid forward to his thighs lifting them up until his lower half was plopped on the bed. Moving back further required breaking the kiss and he didn't want to do that. He couldn't bring himself to even think about it. He was surprised when Hizashi began pushing him back further onto the bed making his brows come together tightly only to hiss in a breath of excitement.
Excitement as the blonde settled himself between his legs that he pushed open. Two and a half hours. He gets to worship this man for two and a half hours before they would have to be parents again. He whimpered excitedly when the blonde's groin pressed tightly to his own, grinding against him in those tight circles that held enough pleasure to make his legs jump and his toes to curl tightly.
He squeezed the locks in his hands tightly as he moaned at the pleasure it sent washing through him, absolutely sizzling through his veins until he felt he was burning a fever pitch as he released his grip on the hair in his hands to push at the leather coat his husband wore. It was a lot harder to get it off his shoulders than he would have liked but the blonde was wiggling his arms to get them down it seemed until it became abundantly clear that it wasn't going to work.
The blonde pulled back from the kiss making him gasp watching the blonde pushing his coat off then throwing the prized possession of his behind him, his hands flying down yanking his shirt up over his head like the fabric was on fire. Like he had to get it off now. He made a happy little noise, a tiny little hum perhaps, as the blonde then reached down to tug at his belt in the same manner he had earlier. The familiar hiss of the leather flying through belt loops.
The button, the zipper. Off, off, off. They were coming off. It was flying down his thighs then he was turning to flip himself onto his ass as he shoved them past his knees to his ankles where he kicked at them childishly. He then reached up to do the same with his boxers, laying down briefly to raise his hips up but then they were gone. He was delightfully, gloriously, thankfully bare for him to gawk at happily when the blonde then climbed off the bed making him frown briefly.
However, his irritation melted at the absolute amazing view he got as the blonde bent over to pick up the plastic bag of his, marveling at the sight of his flat ass when he was turning towards him again. He rushed over, his hair fluttering around his shoulders as he dumped the contents of the bag onto the bed. He loved him. God, he loved him. He'd thought to get not only two things of lube but two packs of condoms.
Normally they bought just one of each as it took them quite a while to go through them but here lately, they were flying through both products. It was a little shameful how fast they were, but he didn't care. He couldn't care when the blonde was throwing a pack and a tube in the drawer then lightly tossing the remaining two near the pillows, close enough to reach but not so close they'd slide to his side annoyingly.
He raised his hands up when the blonde crawled right back between his legs, his hands planting on the bed on either side of his shoulders as his own reached then grabbed those blonde locks pulling him downwards faster. He let out a happy little man when the lips moved against his with that same enthusiasm, that same eagerness that had been used moments before and with zero prompting, didn't even need to feel those hands on his thighs.
Lifting his legs up, he wrapped them around the blonde's slim waist jerking his lower half down closer to his own. He shivered when the blonde moved his hips down in that maddening, grinding rhythm as before pulling a moan from both of them as he clung to the blonde happily who grabbed then kneaded at his thighs. The movement was comforting, arousing and it had him sliding one of his hands from his hair, a new thought breaking through him.
Then he slid it down over the blonde's shoulder then wiggling it down between their chests finding his goal. He pinched the pierced nipple lightly making an enthusiastic, encouraging moan to break from his husband into the kiss as he then pinched tighter, harder and the grinding gained a frantic, frenzied rhythm. He whimpered at the heat it sent sizzling down his spine, burning under his skin and moving along his bones like molten lava until he was squirming at the movements until he was sure he'd go crazy.
He decided for once, a first in a long time for him, he parted his lips and traced the softness of his husband's lower one with his tongue getting a thrust against him making his next moan drown under the high, keening one he got from the blonde. He lightly twisted the nipple between his fingers as the blonde parted his lips eagerly, so very eager much like Shouta, and he then pinched as hard as he could at that nipple until he was sure he could feel the bar.
The blonde cried out into his mouth, squirming then bucking against him making him moan as he twisted harder at the nipple the best, he could given the space between them. He panted through his nose as he twisted his tongue with Hizashi's, flicking his at the piercing and listening to the click of it as it hit his teeth making him hum delightedly. He swallowed to keep from choking on the saliva that ran to the back of his throat, his left hand now moving away from the blonde locks of hair to reach down between them to push at the waistline of his underwear.
He grunted quietly when he couldn't get it off, couldn't get it down due to the blonde being so close to him that his action was flicking at the lace rather than pushing it down like he wanted. The blonde made a soft noise of curiosity, one that made Shouta's brows come together tightly as he tried pushing at the waistline again only to fail like the previous time. It was quite annoying, honestly, no matter how pretty it was. He whined when the blonde broke the kiss again, leaning his weight to his right hand to move down grabbing at Shouta's wrist.
"Let me take it off you, baby. You'll ruin it and I'd really really hate for you to rip your pretty panties."
He swallowed before nodding as the blonde then released his wrist pushing himself up to his knees, wobbling for a second when Shouta's legs tightened instinctively. He relaxed then moved his legs from around his waist, planting them on the bed as the blonde then reached down to trace the edges of the lace against his waist lightly, the touch almost felt imaginary had it not been for the light touch confirming it wasn't.
"You know, if you like these so much, I can buy you more. Get you as many pairs, in as many colors as you want, and hey if you want to dip into women brands, I can help with that! I know what to look for and I know what will fit you just, baby! I already know how pretty- no, how absolutely beautiful you'd look in a little black chemise, a pair of matching panties, waiting for me to get home just like you did tonight. I think lace, however, fits you much better, baby! I think it's perfect for someone like you."
He felt goosebumps break over his skin at the chills that moved over him, his hips raising up when the fingers slid beneath the lace to begin pulling them down and he whined softly as the blonde easily slid them to his thighs. It was a strange sensation to feel that string between his ass cheeks be pulled out but once it was gone, he had to admit he had been getting used to it. That didn't mean he was going to run around wearing thongs or lingerie all the time, that wasn't what he wanted.
But he did like that it was getting his husband into the mood far faster than even he originally had been. "W-Why don't you wear it too? I don't think it'd look good on m-me, I'm too muscular for it and I don't think I have the bo-"
"Irrelevant!" Hizashi barked at him, cutting his words off as he blinked with surprise as the lingerie was then folded with such reverence he was in awe as it was then placed towards the edge of the bed.
Or as close as Hizashi could get it. Those green eyes then flared down at him, his hands coming up to press against Shouta's chest before sliding them down to his stomach that quivered eagerly at the touch when the blonde clicked his piercing against his teeth. Then he dragged his nails over the black-haired man's hips making them jump up excitedly, his thighs twitching as if to spread themselves to that wide, wide point they both knew they could go to.
"It doesn't matter if you're muscular or if you're thick! You're the sexiest goddamn man I've had the pleasure of looking at and if you want to run around here in thongs and lace then goddammit you can! There's nothing stopping you, baby, and in fact I'd love it! You're beautiful, you're sexy as fuck, and you should flaunt it when you want too like you did tonight!"
"But I don't-"
"Unimportant!" Again, the word was barked at him which had him closing his mouth again when the blonde scowled at him before leaning down, his lips fluttering over his chest then rather than going up he went down.
The blankets rustled lightly beneath him as he shifted himself backwards with each kiss that moved down, his stomach once again quivering beneath the blonde's lisp as they pressed against his navel. He sat himself up on his elbows, his breath rasping out of him only to be sucked in just as eagerly to watch his husband surprisingly lick the skin from that spot down to the start of his pubic hair making him preemptively grip at the sheets.
A good handful that made his fingers ache from the tight hold, watching his hips jump up eagerly when the blonde then nuzzled his cheek to his inner thigh. "Shouta, my love, you can wear whatever you want! If you want to feel handsome you clean up and you put on the clothes you feel that will make you handsome; if you want to feel pretty you also put on the clothes you want and you say fuck it to everyone else! If you want to wear a goddamn skirt, a thong, a bra for God sakes then you can!"
"Mmmm, I dunno if a bra would fit me. A thong, maybe, but I dunno about a b-bra!" Oh, how breathless he sounded as he squirmed beneath those fingers as he bucked his hips up again at the warmth of that breath fanning against his skin. So good, so good.
"Point is, baby, is no one can stop you; no one can say a thing when I'm around! And your body, muscular or not, is perfect with anything you put on it, baby! Though if you feel that way then I clearly don't praise it enough, do I? I don't worship every inch of skin on you with as much devotion as possible to make you love it as much as I do and I think I should fix that, don't you? Want me to make you feel beautiful? Sexy? You want to feel how I feel you look?"
"Yes! Yes, Zashi!" Breathless. He was positively breathless when he spoke watching the way those blonde lashes lowered behind his glasses which the blonde reached up to pull off his face to place near the pillows as well.
They were his back up pair, given they popped and cracked the last ones with the shibari was it? Well, the blonde tried to be careful with them and although he did wear contacts with his hero costume, he didn't prefer them. He always had hated things going near his eyes like fingers or even eyedrops, the man flinched like he'd been electrocuted if he needed eyedrops or medication for an eye infection.
He jerked himself out of the thoughts that had seemed to claw their way out of nowhere, irrelevant little things when the sight of his husband pressing his lips to the base of his erection then crawling up was far more fascinating. Far more worthy of his time, his attention. He whined when the blonde mouthed at him teasingly, leaning down to lick up the underside in favor of rubbing that piercing against a vein there making his hips jump up with a moan flying out of him.
"Zashi! Zashi, please!"
"Please what? What would you like me to do, baby? Tell me how you want me to worship you, how to touch you, and I'll do it. I'd be fast about it, we do only have about two hours and some change of time remaining, so unless you want to start and stop, we gotta kick it into high gear! Especially if you want more than one round before kids come home, baby!"
He shivered at the lilting, teasing way those words were spoken, pairing with the way those green eyes always managed to smolder with that heated presence of lust, of the hunger and excitement he himself felt. It never, ever would fail to set his skin ablaze with that alone. Then a playful, wicked look on that face had him whimpering softly under his breath when the man licked his way up to kiss the tip lightly.
"Though, even if we do stop because they come home, we're definitely not stopping after they're in their rooms tonight. Not any time soon, baby. Because you're right, it has been too long, and we've had long enough of a break. And I think, just once, we deserve to walk around limping to kick this off again to get into the swing of things, don't you, baby?"
"Yes! Fuck yes! Hell fucking yes! I don't care if I limp anyways! I want you to f-fuck me all damn night! All night, Zashi! Mmmmnn, I want it bad! Heard you in the bathroom all the time!" He gasped his words enthusiastically that breathless tone making the blonde shiver between his legs.
Green eyes flashed up at him with the heat when the thought, the sudden notion came to him when he felt those lips moving in fluttering kisses. Lips that pressed frantically against him with a rather obvious sense of excitement that should have been so obvious from the beginning. He should have known. The realization was hitting him making his eyes widen. Had- Wait, was that possible? Had this whole time the blonde had wanted him to-?
"Di-Did you want me to hear you? If that's what you wanted wh-why not just do it in bed? If you wanted me to h-hear then why not just- Ah! Nnnmmf, God! You're a pervert, aren't you? W-Worse than me! I get it! I get it now! I'm sor- Mmmm!"
"Tick tock, Shouta, come on! Tell me what you want, you adorable little fucking overthinker, instead of being smug thinking you've got me all figured out!" Hizashi growled playfully, deviously as his lashes fluttered at him and he shivered watching that piercing flash up at him when fingers wrapped around the lower half of his erection, his pinky rubbing at the base lightly.
His cheeks were red, a smoldering bright red much like his own and his bangs brushed his face, his breath quick against his skin when he noticed the little squirming movements that mirrored his own. "What do you want from me, baby? I want to love every little bit of you, I want you to feel like a God with how I worship every fucking inch and I want you to tell me how you want me to do it!"
Fuck. His husband knew exactly what he was doing with that growling, playful tone that sent shivers right down his spine as he whined at the blonde who was delighting in stroking his erection slowly. Gripping the base tightly with those rubbing, kneading motions that had his toes curling tightly. Fuck, he loved it. He loved this man so damn much that it was dizzying. He wanted that voice snarling, growling at him all night with those vulgar little things he had in his mind. To hear what the blonde wanted to do to him.
"Shouta, I want to hear that dirty little mouth of yours telling me how to love me, telling me how to fuck you tonight, and you'll talk so much, scream so much, you'll have no voice by the time we go to work Monday!"
One of his hands released its hold on the sheets to reach down pushing the blonde's bangs from his fast then twisting the locks around his fingers much like he had to himself during his little photo shoot, and he pressed the blonde's mouth against him earning a moan from him. Hizashi always enjoyed being forced to do something, enjoyed being shoved against skin until he was gasping for breath, and Shouta loved it the same way.
He whimpered when the lips crawled up to the tip where they parted to lick lazily at him making him tug at the blonde locks insistently, but his husband seemed just as insistent. Stubborn. "Z-Zashi! Zashi, please! Su-Suck my cock! Please! I want you to s-suck it first and- Yes! Yes, yes! Fucking finally!"
He shuddered with a following twitch at the moan that vibrated around him in such a delicious, delightful way as if to remind him just how he had forgotten; how he had truly had the nerve to forget how good it felt. His memory, something he thought was amazing in itself with certain things, had failed to compare to this. Failed to recall the heat, the wetness, the way his tongue moved against the underside, the teeth that scraped lightly at him and the ridges on the roof of his mouth.
The way he was being taken down, all the way down , until the blonde's nose pressed against his pelvis making him cry out at the sensation of the man swallowing. The muscles rippling with the movement, the moan that broke out of his husband when his other hand shoved off the bed to twist into his hair as well. Impatient, unwilling to wait a moment his hips jerked against the blonde's lips and as it to take that hint, he began bobbing his head.
Or maybe he hadn't needed that hint after all. He could feel the eagerness, the impatience of his husband's, as his head very quickly adopted a quick past that he yanked and pushed in time with as each pant, each gasp came out as a moan or a groan that came out higher. Higher, reedier, strained in its pitch each time and while he knew he should stop it, control it somehow, he just couldn't find the will to do that.
How could there be a will when he was finally getting what he wanted? He was never more grateful he had tied his hair up than he is now. He was sure it would just annoy him if it clung to the clammy sheen gathering on his skin, on his face in response to that burning heat beneath it. Burning, burning, burning. How could he burn any hotter? How could he still be so surprised, so taken aback, at how hotly his skin seemed to burn?
He wasn't sure he could copy that ruthless pace his husband could but his hands were yanking him up, shoving him down faster. Faster, harder. Urgently. He shouted spasming as his hips bucked forward when the blonde came down at the buzzing; that goddamn buzzing. It vibrated down to his pelvic bone that he swore it did and he was gasping only for it to come out as a garbled indistinguishable shout of something.
He couldn't tell what it was, but he was saying it and the blonde was buzzing, buzzing, buzzing happily. He was melting. Dissolving. He was falling apart faster than he anticipated and yet he was painfully aware of that time limit that the blonde had brought up. Yet how did he tell him to stop? To go to something new? His very core seemed to ache at the thought of pulling the blonde off of him.
Every little thought, every cell in his body it seemed, screamed at him not too. He could hear the blonde pause in his buzzing to swallow, the sound an embarrassingly loud slurping sound but he knew the blonde had to be drooling despite his swallows. Each one movement, each swallow, threatened to make his eyes roll up with the pleasure it sent ripping through him as he squeezed the hair in his hands.
Could feel the blonde's racing breaths each time he came down to his pelvis, the moans flying out of him eagerly as he was shoved tight to the black-haired man's pelvis for a moment before being tugged up then slammed back down. Shouta swore he was in danger of drooling himself with each pant that flew out of him, his jaw refusing to close to swallow and soothe his ragged throat as he clung Hizashi's hair.
It was mesmerizing watching himself disappearing into the blonde's mouth each time he came down, the act awing and a euphoric reminder of his husband's nonexistent gag reflex. He could feel the piercing rubbing against him wherever, whenever, it possibly could and his mind, being the traitorous thing, wondered if it would feel just as good to be eaten out. If the blonde would shove his tongue in as far as he could, if he would rub the piercing against his inner walls until he was writhing and-
"Zashi! Zashi, eat me out! Please? Ahhh, mmmm! So good! H-How do you always get so much better? God! Ahhnn, yes! Suck it good! So good! Love your mouth! Your hands, your body, your cock, all of it! All so goood! Nnngh, come on! Zashi, eat me out! Get me ready!"
He tried to lift the blonde's head only for him to stubbornly remain at the base suckling at him like he was some kind of frozen pop making him wail as his thighs trembled violently at the pleasure it sent rushing through him each time. His wail choked off into a gasp as the blonde flew up his shaft popping off of him, the sound lewd and far too much in any other instance though now it had him shuddering when the blonde rubbed at his slick lips.
"Roll over! I'll get you ready, baby, though I don't know how loose I'll get you. You were so fuckin' tight last time that I could barely move! God, you're always so tight when we don't fuck for a while but that? Shit, Shouta, you might actually break my fucking cock before I even move." He moaned when the hands stroked up his inner thighs, before they curled down coaxing him to roll which he did happily as he planted his knees into the mattress firmly, his forearms braced under his chest.
Those hands trembled lightly as they slid along his thighs, curving to his inner thighs sending tingles racing up to his twitching erection and he moaned at the sensations. The pleasure that could come from such a simple action as his breaths hitched with a crack as they sped up eagerly. Knowing it was coming but also not knowing when. Knowing he was going to get what he wanted but not knowing how Hizashi would go about it. It was fucking exciting.
"I-I wasn't lying, baby, when I said you were sexy, you know that right? Because you are, you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my entire life and that's why I just can't keep my hands off of you! How can I when my broody, sweet husband wants me so badly? Wants me as bad as I want him? It's impossible. I never stood a chance, did I? The fucking second you walked into that classroom it was over for me, baby!"
A reedy moan flew out of him as a few locks of his bangs slipped down to hang in front of his face from the sloppy ponytail he'd put it in earlier, but he didn't mind. Didn't care. Not when he could hear the crisp, almost sharp sound of that new tub being popped open followed by hands gripping his ass tightly making him whimper eagerly. Excitedly. He was glad, so very glad he'd had that damn confidence tonight the moment he put that lingerie on.
So glad. He slid his arms up from their pinned positions against his chest upwards, not by much but enough to press his mouth against if need be and he moaned arching backwards as his knees slid against the sheets. The feeling of that piercing rubbing against him, shivers raced over him at the light kisses to his cheeks and the teasing licks delivered to his entrance had him squirming.
He pressed adjusted his arms again only this time he locked his fingers together before putting his head down, pressing his forehead tight against them as he gasped at the stab of excitement that ran through him so intensely it robbed him of breath. He cried out when he felt that absolutely sinful, delightful tongue push in and he gasped in a breath only for it to come out on another high, reedy sound that even he couldn't understand.
All he knew was it made his husband moan loudly against him as his hands briefly left their positions on his ass and it was quiet for just a second allowing him to hear that familiar slick sound of lube being spread. He whined feeling the slick finger pressing against him, a hum leaving the blonde as if to sooth him as his tongue then moved up rubbing his piercing again him just like he had wanted, and it had him trembling as he moaned.
It was easy to dissolve into the trembling pleasure, the heat that scraped at him with an intent that promised to erupt under his skin again, and the undulating movements of that tongue was easy in its quest to make him forget about the nudging finger. His air flew out on a gasp that wheezed in when the finger pushed into him carefully, slowly and he whined into his arms burying his face into them when the digit sat still beneath the tongue that licked, rubbed and swirled against him.
Hizashi was always amazing at oral, no matter where it was delivered, and Shouta honestly believed it to be raw talent. Pure coincidence he was so good at picking it up, so good at building and making it better than it ever was before. Until he was breathless, dizzy and screaming into his arms with how good it was. His shouts, his moans, his groans and the keening little whines mixing with the whimpers threatened to crest into those screams of pleasure any moment.
Especially when that finger began slowly moving in time his tongue. He whined, feeling the racing breaths against his skin, uneven and far too fast as they flew out only to be sucked in just as quickly with desperation that him cracking his eyes open. He wanted to tell the blonde he could take a break, that he didn't need to do it so fervently, but his words flew out of him when that finger found his prostate on a slow thrust in, and he was wailing out, squirming at the rip of heat up his spine.
It made his back arch, his chest pressing to the bed as he buried his face into his arms to muffle the sound when the finger thrusted into him lazily though the pace was making his hips twitch. It was this movement of his finger that made him aware he could feel Hizashi pausing in brief periods to catch his breath, his tongue stopping in order to do so, and he took a deep breath, swallowed before speaking.
"Za-Zashi, you can stop if you need t-too. Yo-You've done more than enough, just get me ready and- Mmmm!"
His words choked off into a moan that was echoed by Hizashi softly before the blonde pulled back, the absence of his tongue being replaced by that second finger of his making him shiver as the blonde pressed his lips against his ass cheeks before moving up to his lower back trailing his tongue up the skin. He whimpered feeling that piercing rub against his skin, the sensation absolute tantalizing each time he did it, and he could feel those wild breaths when the blonde stopped close to the middle of his back kissing it gently.
His cheeks were hot, painfully hot against his arm feeling sweat beginning to bead on his forehead in tiny little droplets that tickled as they slid across it making the locks that had slipped free cling to his forehead. He moaned when the fingers began flexing outwards only to adopt a rhythm that had his hips rolling backwards with little moans of delight slipping free from his throat as he felt the fast breaths against his skin and the hair that tickled it lightly.
Each time he flexed his fingers out, twice in a row, it was punctuated with a thrust that allowed his fingers to rub up against his prostate making him shake each time under the zapping pleasure it gave him. He whimpered when the fingers flexed out again pushing insistently at him though even, he could feel it didn't feel as tight, as resistant to loosening up but the thought of just how Hizashi would react-
His moan was echoed by a groan from the blonde behind him. As if he was following right along with his train of thought. It was easy to get lost in the flexing, the thrusting, and the zaps that jolted him each time the blonde ground his fingers against the sensitive spot inside of him. He was moaning when he realized Hizashi was nipping at his skin. He jumped when the blonde moved down and teeth sank into the curve of his waist making him wail out at the pain that blistered across his skin, made him squirm under the sensation.
He gasped when Hizashi sucked at the skin fiercely, his teeth digging in deeper making his wail crest to a shriek of such pleasure it made even the blonde moan against his skin loudly, high enough it made his ears ring lightly. Just as his brain began screaming too much, too much, too much the blonde released his biting hold on his skin to move down lower again and he shouts something when the blonde's teeth sank right into his ass cheek.
He bucked to get away from the bite only for the blonde to growl now making his skin vibrate as he clung to the sheets as those fingers scissored outwards at the muscles roughly making him shiver as he whimpered. The teeth, the suction, left the cheek as fast breaths raced across it when that scissoring movement continued once, twice, and then finally they stilled inside of him questioningly as the blonde straightened up.
"Is that good? Do you want me to do it more? Get you looser if possible? Or-?"
"Please! Please, it's fine! We don't have time! Please, love? I want you, need you bad! I can't- I need you now, now, now! Now, Zashi! Please just fuck me already! I can't do this anymore! I need you in me, touching me, ne-need it!"
He pushed himself up with his shaking arms while Hizashi began helping him shift his leg around him to flip him over, moving with the coaxing of his hand, and he let his back hit the bed making it bounce lightly. He was shaking as his legs spread eagerly on either side of Hizashi, his feet squirming on the sheets with that emotion as he panted quickly throwing his arms above his head arching his chest up.
"To-Touch me! Please, fuck me good! Fuck me so hard it ruins the springs in th-this bed and we need a new one! Fuck me like you ca-can't stand me! I-I want you to fuck me up, fuck me so h-hard I feel you in there for days no matter what I d-do! I want you to fuck me so long, all night long, that I can't even stand tomorrow! Can't stand without m-my legs shaking!"
God, the low groan he got from the blonde sent shudders down his spine. Hearing those breaths behind him positively racing as they hitched much like his own and he knew it would only take a little more prodding. A few more dirty words he needed to string together to make the blonde tip over. Make him give in. He honestly couldn't believe how much he needed it. Not a want, not a leisure playful thing, but need acute to the point of desperation. Of pain.
To the point he would do anything if it meant those hands were on him. Do anything if it mean his husband would touch him, would give him what they both wanted. He had thought this type of sensation would have faded long ago. Back when the relationship was new, it was understandable to need him so much. But god help him, he wanted and needed this man more than he wanted to breathe. More than eh wanted his jelly packets.
Wanted him so much it felt maddening. Wanted him, needed him, whether it was platonically or romantically or sexually. It drove him crazy just how much it clawed at him that he needed his husband and he needed him horribly. Desperately. He would have never, ever admitted such a thing in his youth. But now? Now as an adult? He'd scream it in the blonde's face if he had to admit it out loud. He would do it shamelessly with the passion he knew it possessed. It was a terrifying thing, to want and need someone so much. Truly terrifying.
"I want to be fucked into o-oblivion! I don't want to know what d-day it is, what time it is, I just want you! You, you, you! Make me cum so many times it hurts! Fuck me and make me cum s-so much I'm begging you to stop! I don't- I can't stand it! Hurry, hurry, hurry, Zashi! I-I want your cock in me now! I need it! Want it bad! I want your cock so bad, all the time, I just- It's so- I-I need-!"
"My fucking God, Shouta!" Hizashi's voice was agonized groan like he was in pain, pitched low and rasping out of him as he turned to grab the little box ripping it open impatiently then tugging out the chain of condoms before ripping one off.
He was tearing into these things like he was a rabid animal, his teeth and fingers impatient in their tasks as he pulled the slipper ring out so impatiently that he nearly dropped it to the bed. And God knows he didn't think the blonde would handle that very well. His breaths were loud, far too loud and hitching with his excitement, his desperation as he planted his feet firmly now on the bed lifting his hips up making the blonde moan at the sight.
"Fucking hell, baby, you've got yourself worked up! You can always w-work yourself into a damn frenzy like this! It's like you're in heat or something but it's gonna fry you, baby! You're going to be exhausted because you're going, going, going and that requires so much energy that you're going to burn out before we even start!"
He whimpered at the blonde loudly, wordlessly as his hips arched up eagerly to speak for him and he gasped feeling far too excited, far to ecstatic when he heard the sound of lube being spread over the condom. It was a squelching, squeaking sound that sent chills over him making goosebumps break out over his hot skin as he squirmed feeling fingers slid down and smear a layer of lube over his entrance before a hand slammed down on the bed next to his side.
The blonde leaned over him panting with that same excitement sparking through the lust in his eyes, his breaths nearly gasping out of him much like Shouta's, as his other hand was down gripping himself as he pressed his hips forward against him. He hated how loud he was gasping but the excitement was too much; it was painful how his body trembled, squirming desperately against th sheets as the blonde pressed against his entrance pushing against him.
And then, then, then he was-! "Yes! Haah, haah, haah fucking yes! Hooohhh mmmmy God! All the way! All of it, Zashi! M-More! More, more! Yes! Mmmmmnnn, ah!"
The blonde was growling at him as he wailed out when the blonde slid forward slowly, carefully much like how he'd been with his fingers but then finally, finally, he was pressing against him. His hips ground against him with that desperation Shouta shared with him, the rest of the blonde squirmed against him as his chest heaved, his hips moving against him like he couldn't stand to be still. Couldn't give him that moment to adjust.
And he didn't want it. He was nearly hyperventilating, his lungs screaming for more air before even half a breath was out of him and yet the ecstasy, the euphoria was painfully shoving that excitement down. It was too much. Each emotion demanded to be felt at once and his heart, his poor heart, was slamming agonizingly hard against his chest that he swore he felt it throb in between those beats. It felt like it would give out any second.
He swore, swore it like he swore every part of him would give out, that he could orgasm from the sensations alone. Just the sheer euphoria of having the blonde grind against him, the heat of his feverish skin rubbing against his own as he squirmed similarly to Shouta was almost enough to tip him over. He then used the leverage of his feet on the bed to move his hips. The blonde's answering moan was high, keening as the sound of sheets being clawed at made him shiver as he moved his hips again in a shallow sliding movement that he repeated quickly, gaining a rhythm.
A pace that the blonde was helpless to follow as his hips thrust forward eagerly, frantically in time with him and while there was a twinge of discomfort that his body gave him, he ignored it. He shouldn't, God he knows he shouldn't, but he just didn't care. Didn't care when the blonde was rubbing inside him so delightfully it had him releasing such a guttural moan it sent shivers through both himself and Hizashi together when the blonde hit his prostate.
It was like mixing baking soda with ketchup; an unfortunate experiment he let Eri conduct but felt strangely similar. It was like he'd been swelling, tightening with each second until that hit right onto that spot had him exploding. It had everything burning hotter, cresting higher as he jerked his hips desperately against Hizashi. His legs shook from the position, yet he didn't think to readjust or slow down, not when his body and his mind respectively screeched for harder, for faster when he gasped reaching up for the blonde.
His ponytail pinned unpleasantly on the bed beneath him, his scalp practically begging for it to be taken down, but it was just one little stab of discomfort that he could ignore. He would ignore it. He moaned loudly as he grabbed the blonde's shoulders yanking him down towards him, hips matching his pace as they slammed forward against him nudging him against the bed in a little sliding movement.
A bounce maybe? He didn't know nor did he care when he then lifted his hands to the blonde's hot, sweaty face tugging it down to his own as he licked at his bottom lip earning him a moan as the parted lips covered his own. He could hear the quiet section of springs, the shitty ones he hated, creaking quietly from the frantic movements they both made, and it sent shivers down his spine as he stared at Hizashi.
It was, of course, hard to do that when he was so close, but his eyes refused to shut all the way as his tongue moved with the blonde's. Eyelids drooped as if ready to shut at any moment but they refused to do so as they stared right back at him. God, did it make him burn. It was everything, absolutely everything, the chastity cage scenario should have been. He whimpered into Hizashi's mouth, saliva managing to well in the corner of his lips before rolling down his hot cheek as he moved his tongue desperately with Hizashi's.
Perhaps it was disgustingly lewd in the way it twisted and slid with the blonde's, but he loved it. He held that hot face with his hands still, stroking them with his thumbs lightly, when the blonde's piercing clicked and hit off of their teeth loudly making moans spill at the sound alone. When the blonde pulled back, the air flying down to his lungs making his chest ache from the expand was nothing compared to the little stabs of satisfaction he felt at the drool rolling down Hizashi's chin or the way his lashes fluttered as his hips pounded against him now.
Restraint gone. Caution thrown to the wind. It wasn't needed, wasn't wanted, and definitely something they did without. All from a pretty pair of lacy underwear. He moaned out a slurred version of his husband's name, something that spurred the blonde to growl at him from teeth that snapped together from how quickly he shut his mouth. Hizashi's head then bowed forward, his hair clinging to his skin, to his face, as it swayed down tickling his own damp skin as he grunted with each harsh hit of his hips meeting Shouta's own movement.
His nails twisted then clawed at the freckled shoulders he wanted to cover in bites, in kisses, and to nuzzle later when they were done. Shoulders he loved much like the freckles on his husband's face. He clawed at the shoulders idly then harder, deeper until Hizashi was releasing a wail himself as he pushed off the bed sitting back on his knees, and he shouted with such joy that it made Hizashi's wail crest higher in pitch as his hands grabbed his waist.
He was being yanked in time with the blonde's thrusts, his feet digging into the bed as he jerked himself harder to meet them, which was far easier with the blonde's hands moving him as well. He watched Hizashi eyes, those hugely dilated and foggy eyes aimed down as he no doubt gawked at the sight of himself slamming into the black-haired man and he didn't blame him at all. Not one bit.
Hell, if he could see he was sure he'd be staring shamelessly too. The panting, the snapping and snarling moans leaving his own throat mirrored by the growls and grunts leaving hi husband, the sound of their skin slapping viciously with each thrust, the shitty little springs squeaking in the bed that moved with them was amazing. It was all enhancers to his pleasure that had his eyes rolling up as his lashes fluttered and he finally gave in to that quiet temptation that had been building in the back of his mind.
He moved his right hand off of Hizashi's shoulder down to his erection, those green eyes fluttering to the movement, and moaning in time with Shouta as he trailed his fingers lightly over himself. He felt the tip leaking against his stomach, smearing the pre-come against his happy trail and he jerked up into his hand when he wrapped his fingers around his shaft listening to the groan it pulled from Hizashi.
It was when he began stroking himself, the movement of his hand flying up and down that seemed to make Hizashi unravel. As if that was the one and only push, he needed to be knocked off of any idea of restraint. His lashes quivered as he writhed against the sheets when the hands slid from yanking at him in time with those ruthless thrusts and they slid right up to his chest making him gasp arching it up towards his hands eagerly.
His head was spinning when fingers pinched his nipples tightly, twisting lightly side to side making him wail out as he slammed himself forward to meet a particularly hard thrust that he felt his skin jiggle lightly from. He loved it. How did he go so long without him? How did he not pick up on the clue being thrown right into his face about it? How could he? He was just as negligent, just as idiotic as he accused Hizashi of being sometimes.
He squeezed his fingers around himself tightly until a warped, loud sound flew out of him and he writhed at the desperation, the absolute need to move his hand away as he began periodically squeezing the throbbing length. Whether it was in time to those throbs, or each hit that slammed against him he wasn't sure, but it made him wail out when the blonde pulled his nipples. He used the next hit to twist his hips, moving his hand from his erection quickly.
Then he used his momentum to throw the blonde over onto the bed as he flew up over on top of him gasping. Almost there, almost there, almost there. He was almost there, and they had only just barely started it felt. The blonde's eyes were wide as they stared at him, lashes quivering lightly as his gaze flicked over Shouta's face wordlessly, then those hands twisted his nipples before flicking his thumbs over them.
They then slid down again to claw down his side sending shivers down his spine as he adjusted his position just a bit, digging his knees firmly into the mattress, and he began to move long before the blonde could grab his hips. He lifted and dropped himself making the bed bounce lightly with his movements, the blonde moaning delightedly which only served to make him move up faster and come down harder against the blonde.
His movements made his ponytail bounce wildly against his neck, the ends lightly tickling his sweaty skin due to the downwards position it rested in rather than up away from his skin due to it having been pinned beneath his head minutes ago. However he didn't care if his hair fell out of that slopy ponytail now, he didn't care if his hair got into his face annoyingly, because his world has shrunken right down to a place where nothing mattered more than getting off. Getting Hizashi off.
It was nothing other than the grunts, the moans and groans, the keening whimpers and reedy whines as skin slapped together and hips began working frantically to get there faster. He threw his head back wailing when the blonde gripped his throbbing erection, thumb rolling across the heat in quick little circles that swiped at each little drop of pre-come that swelled away. Each breath rasped out of him as he came down to the hips snapping up against him, his hands flying down to Hizashi's chest now much like the blonde had done to him.
The excited moan he got from the man made him whimper. He lightly tugged on each side of the piercing, a teasing touch that had Hizashi squirming underneath him and he slammed down hard enough to make the bed bounce wildly. He ground his hips down against him with a gasp. He wanted more. More, more, more, so close, so close, so close that he could fucking tas-
"Fuck yeah! Go, baby, fu-fucking go! Ride my f-fucking cock! Ride me so gooood! Fuck me, Shouta! Fu-Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! C'mon, baby! I know you can do better than that! Fuck me hard! Take an-anything, everything from me! Ahh, I wish I could take a picture! A picture so you c-could see how pretty you fucking lo-look! How mo-motherfucking sexy you look riding my c-cock!" Hizashi howled his words, the little restraint to control his voice had flowed right out the window as he clawed at Shouta's waist fiercely, much like he had to those freckled shoulders, and the blonde's hips pounded up against him making him moan loudly.
He couldn't tell when his little idea to twist, to pinch and play with the blonde's pierced nipples had come from that to using his heaving chest as a sort of additional leverage to bounce himself faster, harder. "Yes, yes, yes! Yes, squeeze me tighter! Y-You're already so fucking ti-tight! So tight you're fu-fucking choking my cock out! Nnnngh, Shouta! Mmmmnnn so good! Such a g-good boy! I need- Ah! Ah, yes! I love it! Lo-Love when you pin me down and fuck yo-yourself on my cock! Fucking yourself so gooood that it's like you need it that bad! Th-That you have to fuck yourself on m-me just to cum! Ahhhhhnnn, ffffuck! Shouta, Shouta, Shouta, more! M-More, more, more! H-Harder! Ffffaster, baby! Fuck! Shit, shit! I love you, Shouta! Love you soooo much!"
"I lo-love you too, Zashi! Mmmm, so much! So, so much!"
He straightened his head as he bounced himself faster, harder, slamming down as roughly as he could and yanking himself up as fast as possible without the man sliding out of him. It was hard work, it always was, but the intensity at which he was going had his thighs aching lightly and his knees protesting their tight press to the bed as he moaned loudly when the hands clawing at his waist slid down to leave red, vivid lines against his trembling thighs.
"Mmmmfff, I c-can cum on m-my own but it's better with you! S-So much better! Love to cu-cum on your cock! Love feelin' it so deep! Ah, yes! Yes! Do-Don't need anything else! Nothin' is gooood like you! So big, so ha-hard, and I love it! Am-Amazin' like all of you! All of you is so g-gooood for fucking me, for lo-loving me like this! All of it! Nnnngh, Zashi! Hizashi! Love you, Hizashi! Mmmmm, like that! Claw me up gooood! Real good! Break m-my skin, leave marks, bite me, br-bruise me I don't care! I lo-love when you mark me up! And-And- Ahh! Ah, ssshit! Shit, gonna cu- Zashi! I'm gonna- It's-!"
"Kiss me!"
He shivered throwing himself down to press his lips to the blonde's who growled wordlessly at him now, hands clawing viciously at his thighs reached backwards to grab his ass that was no easy to do so given the new position. Up and down, harder, harder, harder, faster, faster, faster. It was too much. He panted through his nose raggedly, far too fast, and Hizashi's own breaths matched his identically as they moved.
Each sound all seemed to work in harmony to begin making that orgasm tickle its way through him, swelling with pressure at each slam downwards that hit his prostate head on, and he moaned urgently against the blonde's lips. Did he feel it? Could he tell? Was he almost there as well? He hoped to God he was. He moved his lips with that same urgency, that desperation as the lips beneath his parted and he eagerly did the same to focus on the task of twisting his tongue with the blonde's.
It was definitely difficult when his slamming movements had him bouncing but damn him he was going to try. Those little bounces forward threatened to tear his mouth from Hizashi's, whose tongue flicked and rubbed at his so enticingly that he whimpered at the thought. He shivered when the piercing rubbed against his tongue, clicked at their teeth leaving him unsure whose exactly until he was pulling back from the kiss to breathe through the rough, pounding hips that left him bouncing forward.
It was like he could fly forward off the edge of the bed at any moment with how hard they were. He blinked when a hand flew up from his hand to his hair ripping the ponytail out so forcefully, he hissed through his teeth, sure that more than a few strands were ripped out with the roughness. His hair fell down around his shoulders, clung to his sweaty face annoying already as it fell on either side of it, but the blonde's eyes were entranced it seemed by the sight of his messy hair flying around him.
He found himself blinking when he saw a droplet fall to his husband's collar bone when he realized very quickly that he was openly drooling on the blonde. He closed his mouth swallowing the saliva that pooled in his mouth as the blonde's hand caressed his hair lightly before flying back down to his ass to grip the flesh tightly and jerk him downwards each time he moved downwards. He gasped wildly as he dragged his nails over the blonde's chest when they curled into fists making the man moan happily as he pressed his face to Shouta's throat.
Tipped his head back the best he could in that position. An eager, excited, desperate little whimper left his throat at the lips attacking his skin. He didn't like hickey's where they could be seen but Hizashi had proposed a good idea that he was surprised he didn't think of long before this; makeup. Concealer to be specific. The blonde had run in with it during their break holding it out proudly and when Shouta agreed to try it once then he'd consider letting the blonde mark up his throat when they were alone.
And it worked. He hadn't seen even a chance of it showing through the concealer which was only supported when each time his quirk was activated no one batted an eye at his seemingly smooth, blemish free throat. The victorious, smug look on his husband's face still burned in his mind. He cried out when teeth sank into the side of his neck roughly, deeply making him jerk against the blonde who suckled frantically, harshly at the flesh while teeth began digging in fiercely.
Anything to leave a mark. He whined as the blonde's hips pounded up against him, the impact sharp and cracking each time they met that he knew God forbid if anyone heard it somehow through this sound proofed room of theirs that it would be unmistakable just what they were doing. He felt the wild, jagged breaths of his husband's racing over his skin as the teeth seemed to bite hard at the skin until it created a roll that he sucked at fervently.
Now, his earlier ministrations had promised a fairly decent hickey at the end of this. Now? Now he was not only going to have a giant bite mark on his neck but there was going to be one hell of a damn hickey. And he didn't care. In fact, he loved it. He whined out in disappointment as the blonde then leaned his head up to bite at his jaw fiercely making him shiver knowing if he decided to leave a mark there, he'd be forced to shave.
The teeth only dug in for a moment, a painful moment given it was biting at a bone, but then those lips moved up covering his own ecstatically. He was euphoric. He was absolutely flying in his body like he had that night with the shibari only instead of flying away from his body he was absolutely floating under his own skin. His head swam while trying to piece the little things together, but it was hard when he had lips on his, hips slamming again him and the pleasure that sizzled through him in wave after wave.
It was like being hit with one wave at the beach, trying to walk it off confidently only to be hit down again, And again. And again. He was being slammed down each time he thought he got his footing, each time he thought he could handle it, and then he was hit again. And it was sending him spiraling as he struggled to hold onto something that made sense. Something tangible as proof.
Proof this was reality, proof that his husband was really fucking him, because for all he knew this could be the most vivid wet dream of his life. When would it end though if it was one? He was cresting higher, higher, with his orgasm twisting painfully hot in his stomach as he panted through his nose, and he wondered briefly about that. That if this were a dream if the blonde could feel him squirming next to him?
Because if this was somehow a long-winded wet dream then it was the best wet dream he'd had in a long time. It was only when he was twisting his tongue with Hizashi's, moaning in that high keening way did his notions of this possibly being a dream disappeared very quickly when the blonde squeezed his ass before moving it up to follow the curve of his waist. Then dug those fingers painfully against the bite there.
That familiar, delicious sensation of pain had him jerking against the blonde as he pulled his mouth from his to scream the blonde's name out so loudly, in such a high tone, made him wonder how he didn't shatter the mirror. How he didn't pop lightbulbs. Hizashi was absolutely howling underneath him, each sound cresting higher and higher, more drawn out with each one until it pitched down into a guttural moan that sent shivers down his spine as he forced himself back onto his knees.
His legs were growing tired, his hips were aching lightly, but he didn't pay any attention to them. Couldn't care when his orgasm was right there and he was slamming himself up, dropping down hard until the bed bounced viciously with his movements again and the blonde was bouncing with him from the impacts of his weight hitting him. He loved it. The hand that had pressed against his bite mark curled around to his erection stroking it quickly, thumb rubbing at the wet head each time he slid up.
Delighting as it then was rushing down to squeeze the base until he was writhing. His thighs twitched, spreading wider in the position as his knees dug into the bed and the sound of his sweaty, slick skin hitting Hizashi's had him moaning out though the sound was gritty even to himself. His hair flew around his face, around his shoulders wildly with his frantic, determined movements as he felt the sweat dripping slowly down the sides of his face to his jaw as he gasped for air.
His head spun when his orgasm, the tight pressure in his groin, snapped and he was throwing his head back wailing out as he moved frantically to ride out the sensation as it crashed over him. Unsurprisingly the blonde's howling covered his own, but he didn't mind as it sent shivers down his spine when the blonde squeezed his shaft tightly, stroking him with that same frantic energy in which he twisted with.
He could feel the hot spurts landing on his skin, but it was faint, unimportant, when he could hear Hizashi shrieking his name over and over, urgently back-to-back as his own orgasm snapped. His name had never sounded more foreign, so much like someone screaming for mercy from God itself, and it send shudders through him. He twitched when that desperate, tearing heat of his orgasm ebbed out of him allowing him to breathe finally as his thighs jumped and twitched frantically with the afterglow that was rolling through him as his breaths rasped out of him.
Deep in and out. That's all he had to do. His nails had dug into the blonde's chest again at some point, the hair wiry and annoying against his fingers, his palms, but the heaving of his husband's chest as he felt the twitching of that erection washed it away. It was intense, it was never ending he swore, and then finally he felt the blonde slump into the bed with a long breath flying out of him.
Like he had been in pain and just gotten a wave of relief at last. He would have loved to stay up there, would have loved to keep Hizashi in him, but his body moved for him as he lifted up slowly with a quiet, slickly lewd sound rang out when the blonde slipped out of him. He then swayed over landing on the bed making it bounce violently under them. It was quiet save for the frantic, scratchy gulps from both Hizashi and him respectively as they struggled to catch a breath to do- what? Say what? What could he say now?
He let his head roll lazily to the side to look at his husband only to find the man looking at him already, blonde lashes fluttering as eyelids struggled to stay open. His own were the same way but then he did something he knew the blonde perked up at; he smiled. It was little, it was barely there but it was filled with his love and adoration that the blonde's breath hissed in quickly at the sight.
Then he was rolling towards him reaching out grabbing that sweaty, hot face and began to smother those beloved freckles in kisses that had the blonde jumping in surprise before the giggles started. They were quiet, they cracked adorably each time, but the blonde was giggling at him, and he found himself helpless to fight down the similar sounds clawing their way up his throat as he kissed the blonde's face.
He could hear the little sounds of the blonde puling the condom off, the squeak as fingers struggled with the lubed rubber that snapped against his fingers quite a few times before he pulled his face away with a grunt to stare down at his fingers. It seemed to help as he got it knotted off prompting him to sit up leaving Shouta on his side watching the blonde scootch to the edge of the bed.
It was hilarious that way his hair stuck up wildly against his back and twisted into little knots as hair flew in its opposite position it'd naturally sit in. He listened to the trash bag rustle as he tossed the filled condom into it then the sound of the drawer sliding open carefully and he hummed when he rolled onto his back again in response to the blonde turning to him with the wipes in hand. He shut his eyes for a moment while the blonde got the package open, no doubt using one on himself to clear up any remnants that could have clung to him in the condom.
He then twitched at a cold wipe rubbing against his skin. He still felt so feverish, burning and soldering wildly making that wipe positively frigid against him as it wiped up the result of his orgasm. It took two wipes, one to get the initial come off of his skin and the second to scrub lightly at his feverish flesh as if to get the area as clean as possible then they were tossed into the trash. Then the blonde was moving over him in order to lay across his chest, between his legs once again.
One of his arms tucked beneath his cheek judging from the movement while the other reached up to lazily twist a lock of hair around his fingers and his eyes opened to find the blonde looking at him with such open affection it made his heart skip. "What?"
"So, what are we gonna d-do next?" The blonde breathed out excitedly making his own excitement flicker through his chest when those green eyes burned into his own as the blonde squirmed against him, his legs rubbing against the sheets as he smiled. "I'm more than ready to start things up if you are, baby! Though I gotta admit you r-really didn't have to make anything up to me, Sho, because you did nothing wrong last time. Everyone panics a bit, everyone cries, and you're no different but you know that don't you?"
When he nodded the blonde then smiled brightly at him now, no longer his sweet smile, and he then drummed his fingers against his chest. "Now I have a request!"
"What kind of request?"
"Will you please wear lingerie when I come home more? Please, Sho?"
"...I'll think about it."
"Hell yeah! Now, what about those pictures?"
He smirked as he curled his arms around the blonde's sweaty back, his palms pressing against the feverish skin much like his own and drifted them up then down the blonde's back making him shiver as he twisted closer to him instinctively. He knew realistically he could keep those photos for himself to tease the blonde with but with those wide, happy eyes on his own and the sweat that lightly dripped down one of his red cheeks lazily, and his stupid little mustache twitching with his smile he knew he couldn't say no.
He always did have a hard time saying no to his little family but Hizashi always was and always has been the hardest to say no too. "You can have them, you little pervert."
"Fuck yeah!"
Then lips covered his own so enthusiastically, so delightedly that he felt his stomach drop with the excitement he'd felt moments ago, and his hands flew up to grip those blonde locks of hair raking his nails across his scalp happily. His legs twisted with Hizashi's as his lips deepened the kiss allowing Shouta to follow the rhythm happily until he was pulling back to flutter kisses against his cheeks then his jaw softly.
"I really, really love you, Sho!"
"I love you too, Zashi."