"So, you want me to touch you?"

"Yes."

"And possibly even fuck you?"

"Yes."

"Along with everything else we normally do?"

"Yes, Zashi, along with everything else we normally do."

"And you want me to do it while you're sleeping?"

He didn't think the blonde would sound so curious yet strangely hesitant about an idea like that. He'd heard the blonde croon and squeal over how adorable he looked while he was asleep, always shrieking at others to be quiet around him which often led to him waking to the sound only to feign sleep a moment longer. Hizashi seemed more protective over his sleep cycle than he was and while he appreciated it deeply there was just some moments when even the loud blonde forgot about his volume.

However, what he asked of the blonde was surprising as the man didn't flat refuse it but there was that hesitance. That worry in the pinch of his eyebrows and the way the corners of his lips seemed to turn down rather than up. Pursing lightly. He shifted in his spot, his legs laying across Hizashi's lap with the man hugging them up into a bent position so he could press his cheek against his knees, his own arm bent with the elbow braced on the back as he leaned his own cheek against his fist.

"Yes, Zashi, I want you to do everything we normally would do while I'm sleeping. I want you to do it for as long as you can until either I orgasm or wake up, but you don't stop unless it seems really wrong."

"It feels...weird. To touch you like that while you're sleeping." Hizashi replied as he stroked his calf lightly while nuzzling his cheek against his knee, the movement making it squish making his words come out in a half mumble as he clung to the black-haired man's legs.

He raised his brows at the blonde who drummed his fingers lightly against the blonde's shin, the movement a playful one that danced rather than drummed but he didn't mind it in the slightest bit. He merely waited. He knew to wait, to hold his tongue until the blonde had a moment to think and piece his words together into cohesive sentences that would make sense without hurting either one of their feelings.

His eyes had dropped while his lips pursed then watching as they parted with a little huffing sigh. Then he lifted his gaze up to him again. "It's not weird in a bad way, I guess. I mean, I can see why you want to in a way? But it's still going to make me feel like a creeper! I mean, while you're sleeping? Won't you feel violated or something because of that knowledge alone?"

Now it was Shouta's turn to look away feeling a light blush crawl into his cheeks before he could bring himself to look back at the blonde, his fist grinding against his cheek like he could scrub that little blush away. "No, I won't. It's a weird thing, Zashi, I knew it was when I wrote it down and knew it'd be weird to even ask for us to try it. It's always weird and it's not everyone's thing but it's an interesting little thing to try, don't you think? It'll be like taking a different path you've seen before but never went down."

He paused for a moment as he scrounged his next words up, his fingers curling tightly to his palm while the other plucked at the hem of his shirt then twisting the fabric around his fingers. "Haven't you ever-" He stopped cutting himself off, biting his lip when the blonde tilted his head.

"Haven't I ever what?"

He swallowed as he tugged insistently at the fabric wrapped around his fingers tightly, the heat swelling gradually in his cheeks making it hot to the touch when he looked down at his lap. How did he say it without sounding weird? Like a creeper, as Hizashi had said. His lips moved wordlessly, forming the words he wanted to say then shook his head when he disliked how they would sound even to himself. Thankfully, his husband wasn't the type to get impatient with him. Rather he stared at him with the same expression as before, his fingers squeezing his shin gently.

He released his lip to take a breath then let it out slowly while lifting his gaze up. "When I'm asleep. When I take my medicine and it's early or late or whenever, don't you want to-to do something if I get hard? Is it- I mean, is it not tempting to want too? Or is that weird?"

"Are you asking if I want to touch you while you're sleeping? When you're aroused?" Well shit. Just hearing his words minced then pieced back together into the simplest way he could have said them in had his face burning uncomfortably now when he looked away moving his hand from his cheek to cover his mouth as he nodded. He hoped it looked like the casual movement he aimed for it to be, but the blonde's raised brows clearly told him he wasn't as slick as he thought.

"Hmmm, I won't lie there was a little temptation to wake you up and take care of it, but it normally goes away on its own sometimes. Other times it doesn't." He paused then, surprising Shouta, there was a little color in his cheeks. "I guess it's fascinating watching you sleep. When you get like that. You'll sigh or moan my name a lot too depending on how good it is, and you mumble a lot. Squirm. And sometimes, just sometimes, depending on if it's really good you'll hump the mattress. You actually humped my leg one time!"

"I do not! I-I didn't!" He shouted throwing his hands out to shove at the blonde, yanking his legs from the blonde's grasp slamming his feet to the floor shoving up feeling his heart thump erratically with the embarrassment that flooded him.

He did not do that! There's no way he does something that shameless! His teeth ground together viciously when the blonde's hand flew up grabbing his forearm yanking him back to the couch as he tried to shake it off and he was pulled right onto the blonde's lap. His back to his chest, arms around his stomach holding him in place, as the blonde rested his chin on his shoulder. "I don't do that! I don't!"

"Shhh, it's fine, Sho! It's natural! I don't care, I really don't!" The blonde's voice was a soft croon that made him still the squirming movements he had made to get away, but it didn't help much as his feet pressed to the floor ready to fly off his lap when the opportunity arose. His breath was warm against his ear when the blonde lifted his head up to drop his voice to a whisper as, after all, Eri was upstairs playing in her room and Hitoshi was studying up there too over Discord with his friends.

"Sho, it's okay! Trust me, I like it! It's cute, really sweet, when I have my hearing aids in to hear you moaning for me while you do it and just the fact that I can make you feel good when awake or snoozing away is- I like it. Nothing more and nothing less. I like that I have that effect on you, that I can turn you on even in a wet dream! Haven't you seen the same for me, Sho? Don't I ever bother you with'em? You're going to tell me you haven't seen me in the middle of one? Ever?"

Of course, he had. He wasn't stupid when they were happening after all; he had come home late many a time, came home from a late night 'zoomies run' as Hizashi called it like he was one of their cats, and found his husband writhing, squirming in their bed restless. The first time he'd ever come home to the sight he had nearly woken Hizashi with worry, though curiosity had been prevalent at that time until it clicked.

Now when he saw his husband in the midst of it, he never bothered him nor disturbed him in any way that he could but merely watched. Like Hizashi had said it was fascinating to him. Maybe that made him a bit of a pervert how he enjoyed hearing the blonde sigh or moan out his own name, hips bucking and squirming on the sheets as his feet tried to find some kind of solid stance. He wouldn't say he enjoyed the nocturnal moments as sometimes, depending on how strongly or restlessly his husband moved, it would wake him.

But he wouldn't say that he did not like watching his husband like that. He didn't think he could confirm if he did or didn't like it. That was too embarrassing to even think it alone say out loud. "It's different! You never do anything like that!"

"Really? I haven't?"

There was a teasing lilt to Hizashi's voice now as he grits his teeth together painfully hard, his teeth aching as if to warn him that any harder and any more movement would end in a cracked or chipped tooth if he wasn't careful. Of course, it wasn't hard to do so but it certainly wasn't easy. The hands on his stomach rubbed idly, back and forth lazily making him let out a quiet breath when they tugged his shirt up playfully.

"I dunno, Sho, you might be lying, and you might not be, but I can tell you for certain that one time I woke up from a dream fucking one of our pillows. Don't know how it got there but it did, and I was humping the hell out of that thing! Nothing got on it, of course, but I washed it twice before I even thought of putting it back on the bed. When I put it on the bed again I put it on the bottom so neither of us has ever slept on it, I promise!"

"You're getting off topic, Zashi!" He groaned out when the blonde leaned back against the couch pulling him back as well, the hands sliding underneath his shirt up to his chest making him shiver at the cool temperature of his hands. He hadn't known he'd gathered so much warmth under his shirt, but it had him cringing away from the cold hands making Hizashi laugh lightly as he kissed the side of his head softly.

"Would- Is this something you'd be interested in trying? I'm a pretty heavy sleeper so I know it could possibly put you off but-"

"I'll try it, Sho. One thousand percent will I try it and besides even if I don't go through with it then I'll still tell you in the morning and I'll definitely tell you if you end up having a little wet dream! Just give me your word, your verbal consent, and I'll do it!"

He groaned rolling his eyes when the blonde slid his hands down from his chest to his stomach, a shiver rolling over him as he cringed again as if to get away from them when his hands flew away from his skin all together. He blinked twisting to look when he noticed Eri in the doorway about making him jump out of his damn skin. "Eri! Sweetest baby, what have I said time and time again about lurking?"

"It's a perverts sport!" She chirped back at him like an adorable little bird, something that was reusing the call and response of its parents to assure them they had indeed learned the tune and his face burned hotly as he clutched at the blonde's wrists now. "I wanted to ask if you and Papa would come to my tea party! Toshi's already there! He said that you and Papa would like it! So please? Please, come up? I have the tea Papa gave me and Toshi says it's really good! I even got lots of honey up there and I have snacks too! So please? Pretty please?"

She was bouncing on her toes now, hands interlocked together as her hair trembled against her back with the movements and she widened her eyes at them until Shouta sighed pushing at the blonde in order to stand up. He ignored the pout aimed his way from his husband in favor of walking around the coffee table towards their daughter, reaching his hand out ruffling those white locks of hair gently making her hands pull apart to grab at his forearm to keep it there.

"Come on, let's go. Daddy will probably need a few minutes, but I'd say we have a few minutes before dinner to attend a tea party, don't you, Zashi?"

"Absolutely! I can attend a tea party and whip up some good food! We'll eat good and then sleep really hard tonight! Let's go!" He hopped up eagerly from the couch, his ponytail bobbing with the movement as he ran around the coffee table rushing past Shouta to scoop the white-haired girl up into his arms making her squeal as he ran into the hallway laughing. "Come on, Sho! Move your ass! It's only a few hours from bedtime and we have a party to attend!"

Just before the blonde ran up the stairs, his hair flying around his back he cleared his throat stopping the pair as the blonde placed one foot up on the first step and he walked over to the living room doorway leaning against it as wide, green and red eyes respectively looked at him. "About what we talked about before, Zashi? You have it. My consent, I mean, to do what you want. Full consent, and I'm not taking it back. So there you go."

He smiled when the blonde's lips quirked up into a wobbly little smile that beamed at him before he thundered up the stairs, his steps heavy and slamming harder than need be while Eri laughed with such utter delight that it made his heart warm. He loved the sound of it. Hizashi seemed to share a magical laugh that could melt even the coldest of hearts and turn even the most stoic of faces from a literal frown to a soft smile.

He sighed, lifting his hand up, moving it through his own hair as his heart then stumbled in a skip, his stomach squirming with excitement and he had to take a breath to calm himself before it could get too out of hand. To keep it at the flutters rather than the intense waves he knew it could crest up into. Taking one more breath when he heard Eri calling for him from upstairs in her room, the sound faintly reaching to him, he dropped his hand from his hair to let it smack then rub against his thigh.

Tonight, hopefully or not hopefully, his husband was going to touch him, and he wasn't going to even feel it. Or rather, maybe he would; maybe he'd be so deep in that sleep that he wouldn't be bothered by it mentally but physically he would respond to the touch. Even if it didn't work, even if Hizashi couldn't do it, at least they could say they tried. But he had a feeling, a very strong feeling, Hizashi was going to go through with it.

It may not be his thing, but he knew the blonde could never resist a good erotic situation and this was a prime one. He looked down when Cappella and, surprisingly, Sterling nudged his legs as if to spur him to move and he chuckled quietly before stepping forward over the threshold of the living room towards the stairs. Just one step at a time.

Shouta Aizawa was a beautiful person. Whether it was emotionally, mentally or his actions alone that screamed with his pureness or the actual appearance of the man it was undeniable that he was absolutely beautiful. It was something Hizashi had sang praises of for years but of course no one really listened, especially after he and Shouta had begun dating and merely assumed he was just bragging about his partner.

Which, of course, held just a little trace of the truth because he did love bragging about the black-haired man. Loved it and did it shamelessly. He could brag about anything and everything the man has done; this didn't fail to extend to Hitoshi or Eri, in fact he bragged happily about every member in his little family happily. After all, the things he bragged about were true so why shouldn't he say them?

Just because he saw what they couldn't see in themselves didn't mean that he was wrong in his claims. Along with his shameless bragging, there was no one he trusted more than Shouta. Why wouldn't he put his trust in him? He'd never ever steered him wrong so far and he appreciated the man's opinion as much as he would anyone else's though perhaps he was a little biased. And Shouta did tend to lie quite a bit.

He always said something was okay when it really, really wasn't and the man was the most stubborn, bullheaded person he'd ever met in his life. Of course, every pro had to have a con somewhere, but he didn't mind it. After all he couldn't be easy to deal with either. That's why when he raced upstairs with Eri in his arms to the tea party of hers, his heart was flying against his chest with more than the exertion of heaving a seven-year-old up the stairs.

He threw himself into the tea party, accepted the crown and barrettes she shoved into his hair, laughed loudly at her bad little jokes that she butchered horribly. Hell, he even accepted the tea she managed to make with the tea bags Shouta had given her. It wasn't long before he was flying down the stairs to get dinner started, the preparation alone taking twenty to thirty minutes of mind-numbing tasks while Shouta hovered in the doorway or sitting at the table in their little dining room while he cooked.

A silent shadow that brought with it an unfair amount of comfort and the fluttering excitement that bordered on nervousness the entire time as he focused on not letting his hands shake, controlling his breaths so they wouldn't hitch or crest wildly. It wasn't often that something they did made him this nervous, but this was weird. It was weird. He'd never balk at his husband openly, never in a million years could he do that, but he was worried this could really bite him in the ass when the man woke in the morning.

There was a myriad of situations, of possibilities, that could happen, and he hated the thought of Shouta even slightly thinking he took advantage of him despite the both of them consenting to it. Just because someone gave consent didn't mean they couldn't feel off or violated later. It was only when dinner was cooking, his confidence in being able to walk away for a few moments allowed him to enter the little dining room to establish a few ground rules for himself and Shouta.

Little things, basically if he woke and wanted him to stop then it stopped; if he felt uncomfortable at any time he stopped and that if he couldn't do it then it was perfectly fine. Strange how their roles seemed to have flip flopped, wasn't it? They went over a few more rules, multiple reassurances from Shouta and very firmly gave his consent over and over again until Hizashi didn't feel quite as weird about it.

Was it that he felt weird about it or was it because he was scared this would impact Shouta negatively somehow? He didn't know but he didn't want a possibility like that; this whole thing was to explore kinks, scenarios, ideas, fantasies of theirs whenever they could but how the hell did, he go about this without that looming sense that this would be the opposite of what he wanted this challenge to be about?

He had no doubt they'd possibly feel good if this went the right way, but he was still nervous. Could anyone blame him for that? That's why, after dinner was over and Eri was jumping on the couch for her movie, he watched his husband swallow down his sleeping pill with a myriad of emotions in his chest. While it was no lie that he had had these little fantasies of touching, of helping Shouta in the midst of a wet dream it was a thing in theory while this was going to be done in practice.

He was going to do it and he had no idea how this would turn out. Maybe that's why it made it so daunting. And maybe, just maybe, that's why he was pacing back and forth at the bottom of the bed fighting the urge to rip and bite his painted nails down to the cuticles as he tapped his fingers against his jaw. He felt like some kind of leper, a pervert stalking back and forth anxiously. The usual lack of light in the room seemed so much darker tonight than any other night it seemed, and he bit at his lip pausing again for the millionth time.

It was like he was going to wear a track onto the carpet if he continued weaving back and forth like this, bouncing on his toes nervously as he scratched at his jaw staring down at the bed, his breath hitching with a stab of emotion. Excitement? Anxiety? He didn't know. How did he do this? How the hell did anyone do this? It was weird to do something like this and God there was so much wrong with it!

But Shouta said it was okay, he said he wanted to try, and he had promised he would try just as much as Shouta did with the list. It felt like years ago that they agreed with this challenge. He took a breath shaking his hands out as he stared at his husband trying to control the slamming beats of his heart that seemed far too loud in the room over the sound of the rain playing from the dock, a little white noise thing that Shouta used to help sleep most nights.

Helped him sleep hard. The man in question was snoring quietly, a light little sound in the back of his throat, his lips parted as his face squished into the pillow with dark lashes resting on his cheeks, and his lips parted with slow, even breaths. His arms were tucked close to his chest, nearly crossing over them, his legs drew up slightly into a light bend as he sighed against the pillow with a little hum leaving his throat that made him twitch at.

With those black locks spreading on the pillow, his peaceful face, it was hard to look away. Hard to move up onto the bed and do what his husband was hoping he would do. Shouta needed as much sleep as he could get between his nightly patrols and teaching his class then coming home to deal with him, taking care of Eri and train Hitoshi, he needed every little bit of sleep he could get.

Especially when he suffered regularly with insomnia which was why he took a sleeping pill most nights if he knew he could just sleep in the next morning and it did its job in knocking him out cold. He sometimes roused himself to go to the bathroom but other times he slept right through until the morning like a log. He swallowed sliding his hands up to rub his cheeks, scrubbing his palm across his trembling lips, as he stared at his husband trying to figure out how he did this and how he went about it.

Did he just dive in? Or-Or did he do something else? Funny how everything else they've done he went into it confidently, even if it did come out of left field for him, he always adapted, improvised and overcame any nerves he felt. It was easy to do that. But this? This felt strange. Not strange in a bad way maybe? More like he had a plate put in front of him with a scoop of food in front of him that he couldn't identify, and he was told to eat it without asking any questions then being told he'd like it if he tried it.

He didn't think he could like this, didn't know if he could willingly make this a common thing between them, but he'd be willing to try it tonight. He was truthful when he said that and yet he recalled his own words when they sat on the couch; the confidence, the playful tone he'd use to play off any nervousness that he might have felt in the moment as he held his husband in his lap. The last thing he wanted was to make Shouta feel weird for wanting to try something.

Groaning quietly, he dropped his hands from his face when he felt a wave of heat crawl up into his cheeks, shaking his hands out, as he tensed when the brunette on the bed groaned quietly in his sleep with legs moving restlessly. He watched his husband shift then with a grunt before rolling onto his back, his knees bending to move, the movement making their bed shake lightly as he laid out on his back with a hand falling to the sheets with a thump.

His head rolled to the left, his hair falling against his cheek when he sighed out again with a quiet little mumble before settling right back down into the pill induced stillness that came with his sleep. Okay. Okay! So, he was in a position he was going to push him into as carefully as he could once, he got on the bed, so this worked out perfectly. He just needed to figure out what to do. Shouta had said everything they normally do, everything that they would do if he was awake.

His ands shook lightly prompting him to shake them out listening to a light snapping of his fingers hitting together due to the joints being popped and fractured one too many times from quite literally delivering throat punches. More often from just decking someone in the face, but it all was the same. He took a deep breath before he pressed his knees to the edge of the mattress, his heart slamming against his chest as he swallowed in an attempt to get the squirming emotions under control when he pushed himself up onto the mattress as smoothly as he could.

He had crawled over Shouta numerous times so why now did it feel imperative that he be as precise, as quiet as he can be, while he crawled over the man? He didn't know. He didn't even know how he wasn't shrieking at himself let alone why he was doing what he was going to do. He reached up peeling the blankets away from Shouta's side, down to his thighs then continued to move his way up the brunette until he was hovering above his face.

He felt like his slamming heart could wake the man without him even doing anything. He leaned on his right hand to lift his other up to brush the hair away from Shouta's cheek softly, his fingertips just barely grazing the stubbly cheek, and he watched lips that had closed briefly part just a bit with another one of those soft, airy sighs. The sound alone sent a little chill down his spine, a little whisper of arousal, and he clenched his jaw tightly.

As if to fight against the part of his brain that insisted that it was okay to feel just a little aroused at those little sighs and sounds from the man. After all, he was a mess when Shouta was loud in bed so why were these any different? And then there was the other part of his brain that insisted he was an absolute pervert for agreeing to this. Worse than a pervert, he was a hopeless little man who was sinking lower than he thought possible as he hovered above his husband.

It was dizzying being in his own head right now. So, dizzying. He stared down then at those parted lips, his arms shaking lightly with the emotions running rampant through him, and his breaths were coming faster in the darkness until he was sure he'd start panting or hyperventilating. What did he do first? A kiss maybe? A kiss wouldn't be too bad, would it? Compared to everything else that could possibly happen tonight it seemed tame, innocent even though it would still be seen as weird.

The myriad of questions as to why he was kissing his sleeping husband were possibilities he hated to think of, but he knew realistically it was impossible for anyone but himself or Shouta to ask those questions. After all, someone would have to see him in the act to question it and he'd locked the doors as they always did at night so who would catch him? His husband? He took a deep breath that was far too fast causing him to take another directly after that sounded far too close to a gasp as he stared down at that peaceful, slack face of his.

A kiss wasn't wrong. He kissed the black-haired man's face all the time when he was sleeping. The only difference is he'd be kissing his lips and it wasn't going to be the soft, sweet innocent little pecks he normally placed there along with the rest of his face. This kiss was supposed to be like any other one he would give when they were lying in bed and the man was twisted tightly against him with hands buried in his hair as he yanked his face back to his own any time, he dared break to breathe.

Only this time Shouta wasn't doing anything. He was sleeping, still and unresponsive with that state as anyone would be, and he wasn't going to be feeling any hands on him tugging him closer. This was all on him to carry out as he saw fit until the black-haired man woke or something unforeseen happened making him stop. He brushed his shaking fingers against the familiar edge of Shouta's cheek bone.

He moved it down to lightly grab his chin tilting his face up enough for him to bend down as he took a final deep breath before he could back out. He didn't know how Shouta didn't wake to his wild breaths, the presence of him hovering above him should have been enough to wake anyone, but the man still slept so deeply it was like he was comatose. Oh god, that wasn't helping. He squeezed his eyes shut as he pressed his lips to Shouta's, his hand dropping from his chin to place it lightly over his chest feeling the slow, comforting beats of his heart beneath his palm.

His own felt like it was about to crash out of his chest. Eroding away at his breast plate until it would fall out onto the man's chest beneath him. He swallowed when he moved his lips slowly, cautiously in a soft kiss he would have placed anyhow though he didn't pull away immediately like he did every other time. No, his lips moved softly in a continuous movement as he breathed out through his nose quickly while Shouta's fanned softly, slowly against his hot cheek.

God, this should be wrong. This shouldn't be something people liked but he'd seen the interest, the curiosity flash in those dark eyes when Shouta spoke to him and that was perhaps one of the big reasons he didn't refuse. It wasn't often his eyes flashed like that and he loved the sight but God, he wished it had been for something else. Anything else. He shook his thoughts off best he could as he groaned at the conflicting thoughts, the warring emotions in his chest, shifting his weight slightly on his knees making the bed move with him.

He just needed to focus on something else. He needed to focus on one little thing and stick with it until he could relax. What could he think of? What did he want to think about? There were so many things, but all his mind could spit out was two little words, his brows coming together with the wave of surprised awe. Shouta's lips. His lips? They were unresponsive beneath his own, as they should be, but they were soft.

They were always soft when he remembered to put ChapStick on but often times he forgot to do that, his lips would then get chapped just a bit and he would pick at them but then remedy it with layers of ChapStick through the day to soothe the ragged feeling. He would often times have toothpaste that would remain in the corner of his lips or remain on his bottom lip like a chalky remainder he hadn't washed away somehow, and it was always adorable.

His lips were perhaps one of the most addicting things on him. So, so soft when he remembered his ChapStick but the shape was something he adored even more. He had perfect, amazing lips to kiss; not too thin but not incredibly thick, but somehow managing to sit on the scale that leant towards thick while not being overwhelmed with it. Full maybe? His lips could be considered full if described by another, a faint hint of a cupid's bow to his top lip but it was easy to overlook, and his bottom lip was just a little fuller than the top, but it wasn't bad.

In fact, he loved that little detail. His top lip could be seen as somewhat full and it was just the way his that bottom lip of his commanded attention, thicker and fuller than the top that made it look a touch thinner. Perfect, perfect lips he loved to kiss for hours upon hours. Loved to feel against his own skin. He let out a long breath through his nose when his lips subconsciously began moving quicker, pressing firmer to the unresponsive ones as if he could kiss the man awake.

Ah, did that work? Really? A little thought made it easier to kiss him? Was that the key to everything else? Or was it a one-time thing? Would he get that squeamish feeling again if his husband didn't respond? He didn't know. All he knew was he was doing something familiar, something that relaxed him on a bad day, and he was pressing his palm firmly to his husband's chest that rose and fell slowly with his even breaths.

His own breaths were rushing out of him as he moved his lips fervently against Shouta's, even going so far as to deepen the kiss yet he refused to even THINK of turning it into one of those beloved French kisses. That felt way too far to him. Strange how he could quite literally, possibly end up having sex with his sleeping husband but French kissing was too far. Weird how he could possibly down that but still have a strong moral conviction.

He heard a quiet sound then ring out making his eyebrows fly up, a flicker of heat rushing under his skin briefly; similar to a camera flash. One and off. Here and gone. It was surreal that here he was, hovering above his sleeping husband, shamelessly making out with him. Like he was some kind of pervert. If he thought too hard about it, if he focused too much on that thought or the reality of this situation, he knew he'd become squeamish again and back away.

And he wanted to try. Shouta was bending over backwards, complying with things HE wanted to easily that he just- he needed to try once. Do one thing he wasn't exactly sure about and try it. His husband had done wild things so far that he'd chosen like calling him Daddy, fucking in a car for gods sake and the gag, the shibari, whatever else they've done were all things that he knew his awkward, reserved husband didn't do.

Well, maybe not reserved, but easily embarrassed? Not a prude but definitely someone who would blush and perhaps be taken aback at something so kinky, so wild as those things but secretly loved. Was there a word for that? He had no clue. He couldn't think about the buzzing that ran through his mind like a white noise much like the rain sounds from the dock, and he didn't want to keep thinking.

If he did, he'd walk away with a headache, and he didn't want that. He then swore, swore God as his witness, he felt a faint push of Shouta's lips against his own making his heart jump in his chest and he was moving his lips quickly, harder against his husband's at the thought. And then that sound again rang out, only this time he knew exactly what it was; a moan. Quiet, so quiet, but he jumped with a sharp inhale when he realized it wasn't coming from the sleeping man beneath him.

It was him. He was the source, he made the noise, and his face burned hotly at the embarrassment that ran through him that made him want to throw his entire body off of the bed and sleep underneath it. Strange reaction to have for one so flamboyant or bold as Shouta called him, but he wasn't so bold or confident that he didn't get embarrassed. In fact, it wasn't hard but definitely not easy to make him embarrassed but this?

It bordered on near mortification. Then he felt another little push against his own as a sigh brushed over his cheek and he was kissing the man with ever little bit of intention to wake him up somehow as he let out a breath of own that shook out then in. He wanted to pull away, to call out for his husband to wake up, but the man had made him promise he'd be quiet as possible; that he wouldn't wake him intentionally unless something was seriously wrong.

He said that if he went through with it then he wouldn't mind being woken, but if he didn't then he just wanted to be left sleeping. The idea, the hope, was Shouta would wake on his own at some point. He couldn't stop another little moan from sliding out of him as he felt the heart beneath his hand skip, thumping hard once then twice against his palm before it settled back down, and he pulled his lips from Shouta's slack ones to kiss his cheek softly before moving down to his jaw.

Unsurprisingly that little snore broke out of him now that his lips weren't covered again, the sound making him let out a little breath to ease the anxiety that fluttered through him, when he moved downwards. He kissed beneath his jaw to the throbbing little pulse, the same calm rhythm echoed there as it was under his palm, and he moved down his throat. Just like he would if the man were awake. Only he felt a touch of that embarrassment, that squeamish sensation when he nipped at the Adam's Apple happily only to earn no reaction like his brain expected.

He then kissed the bruise, the one that was lightening to a light blue finally while yellowing around the edges, from where he'd placed it last Saturday and he knew an identical set of bruises on the black-haired man's ass, his waist, were waiting for the same gentle kisses. It sent a little wave of excitement that, strangely enough, didn't wash away. It didn't flicker away like the arousal had but rather remained in place, taking root in his chest where his heartbeat frantically against his chest and he moved down to his chest.

He pressed little kisses to his collar bone, nipping at it, then moving down honestly loving the light scratch of the wiry curls there before he found his target and covered the nipple. He felt Shouta's heart jump under his palm at that act alone as he looked up at the slack face and he- Was there a flush? Something faint? He couldn't tell in the darkness of the room, not as well as he could if the lamps were on, but just the thought that maybe his husband's body was reacting just to the little touches had another little moan strangling itself in the back of his throat.

Okay. Okay, it wasn't his thing he swore it wasn't at the beginning, but there was something a little thrilling about it now. He'd been worried his husband would just lay there like some kind of doll, that he would feel like as if he was actually violating the man with only heinous intentions. And while yes, that thought didn't make anything better he could still think it. Think of it without as much difficulty and definitely without that feeling of wanting to hurl himself into the sun when it rises.

Well, he still felt it just a bit, that wasn't going to just fade away that easily. He wasn't that thoughtless, that shameless, as to want to actively fuck his husband while he slept and not feel some unpleasant emotions of that kind. Yet he felt the heart skipping under his palm again as he flicked his tongue against the nipple, sucking lightly at it as he dug his teeth lightly into the areola lightly, increasing his suction when he heard a fast little breath leave his husband.

It wasn't anything that led to more, but it was enough to send a shiver of excitement, anticipation, running down his spine. He closed his mouth tightly over his nipple once he felt it hardening against his tongue, making sure to rub his piercing against it in that way he knew Shouta went nuts over and he moaned quietly at the breathy little sigh he got from the man. He felt it? He may not be aware of what was really happening, but could he feel it?

He sucked fiercely then hoping for another reaction, something to tell him that Shouta really could feel it, but when he didn't, he felt disappointment streak through him in a flash. He pulled back nipping at the hardened bud, following that nip with a little kiss feeling that heart skip once again under his palm, and he leaned over to deliver a similar treatment to that nipple as well. It was weird, very weird to be doing this to a sleeping man, but he had that consent.

He had it even if some part of him wanted to reject it at the time, but he couldn't be squeamish about everything, could he? It was fucking weird though. Is this how Shouta felt when he asked the black-haired man to call him Daddy? God, he hoped it wasn't because this was mortifying to think that he had put his husband in this emotional tidal wave. However, the excitement was giving way, cracking that door open to allow another sensation to begin lazily swelling up inside of him; arousal.

He was surprised that he could even get an inch close to turned on given the situation and of course his morals shrieking at him certainly didn't help. But here he was feeling his dick twitch with that excitement that had his breath hitching quietly against his husband's skin. The heat that had flickered before flashed again, delicately, but like that excitement had stuck. It stayed beneath his skin like an itch he couldn't get too but promised to increase slowly if he so desired it too or fade away completely if he ignored it.

He pulled back from the nipple in his mouth once he was satisfied with the hardness against his tongue and found himself gawking down at his husband again. He squinted against the darkness of the room, leaning down just a bit and he could see the dusting of color on Shouta's face that was light but promising to burst into color if he continued down this path. Like his body was aware of what was happening, but his mind was happily vacant with whatever dreams he was having.

He moved down to cover those soft, still lips with his own with another quiet moan leaving him and he let his eyes flutter shut as he kissed the sleeping man with as much enthusiasm and excitement that he dared too. It was quite mind-blowing how he had gone from unsure he could do this to being somewhat shakily confident he would do it. It didn't shake the feeling that it felt slightly wrong to be doing this, but Shouta had said it, he had even refused to take back that consent even if he had said it with a hint of playfulness.

He'd given the consent, refused multiple times before bed to take it back, and now here he was shamelessly kissing the sleeping man like his life depended on it. He kissed Shouta happily while doing his best to keep it from smoldering, to keep it from burning like he knew the man enjoyed because the whole point was for Shouta was, he wanted to remain asleep. He wanted to stay asleep, but Hizashi hoped he would wake up.

He wouldn't say the thought of being caught made his very blood burn but that was hard to deny when he whimpered softly at the thought. Was he some kind of freak? A true pervert like Shouta always said he was? He had to be if he was getting turned on like this, had to be if the hardness pushing at the fabric of his pajama shorts said anything about who he was as a person. He ground his hips down eagerly against his husband's hip with another soft whimper leaving his lips against Shouta's.

The light heat beneath his skin was cresting, it was getting hot, and he was moaning quietly at the pleasure zapping through him in jolts that had his thighs tightening either side of the sleeping man. His knees dug into the mattress as his hips rolled in tight little circles that had him shivering when he again felt that light press against his lips, the breath hitching finally. He pulled from the kiss again to find a blush that no doubt burned a soft red if the heat radiating off of his husband's cheeks said anything.

He whimpered against his hot cheek; his own face far too hot for his liking as his glasses slipped down his nose. He could take them off, really enhance the darkness and the sensations burning under his skin but he refused. He wanted to be able to see crystal clear when those dark lashes lifted up to reveal foggy, sleepy eyes that he hoped he would glimpse tonight. He really hoped he would.

Then he heard a quiet moan, faint and airy, that definitely didn't come from him. He jerked up again pulling away from the hot cheek looking down at his husband who still was sleeping harder than anything he'd ever experienced. Then another airy little moan was coming from the man, and he shivered echoing the sound softly. It was barely even audible the sound Shouta made but it was enough to make his very bones ache with that excitement as his hips moved frantically in those tight little circles, fast as he dared against his husband's hip.

His breaths were small, puffing pants as he watched black lashes flutter lightly and he whined softly as the arm holding him up shook and threatened to give out as his thighs twitched wider making a much louder moan fly from him. He moved the hand he'd had over Shouta's heart up to his mouth covering it when the man's light little snores cut off for a moment with a hum leaving him and he froze breathing quickly through his nose.

The black-haired man shifted, legs squirming lazily underneath him, before a sigh left the man and his head then rolled to the right again in an attempt to press his cheek to the pillow. It was only when Shouta seemed to settle down the best he could given the reactions he was getting, which was aweing in itself, he began moving his hips again with a soft moan vibrating against his palm. It was like the man was a pillow.

Still, soft and plush but unlike a pillow he did not give like one. He was firm, an object of stability that had him shivering as he whined out as he ground himself downwards. He looked down when he heard the black-haired man's smooth, even breaths finally beginning to hitch lightly however when he switched up his grinding to move his hips forwards and backwards, a sliding rhythm that had his eyes rolling up.

What was it that was getting him this hot now? Was it because he was asleep? Or was it because Shouta felt no more different than a pillow? An object he could grind up against? He had no clue; all his brain could tell him was that it felt good. This felt fucking good. It was only when another one of those airy moans flew out of Shouta, the way his hips twitched up then, did he look down as he continued that sliding movement against his hip did, he look down.

He moaned loud, far too loud against his palm despite attempting to muffle himself as it made Shouta twitch, but he couldn't stop himself from making the noise. Didn't want to. He was hard. Shouta was hard already, and he was sliding, grinding, anything to get the pleasure to burst under his skin. He then shifted himself again, pausing in his movements as he panted with the excitement as he moved down up just a bit and then he was whimpering as he ground his erection to Shouta's earning him a moan from the man.

What did he dream about? Was he interrupting a pleasant one for something hotter? Something that was impacting, feeding into a dream? He wished he knew, God he wished he did. He didn't hesitate in moving his hips in that sliding motion, awkwardly at first, but then he was rubbing against Shouta in a way that had his body twitching and jerking at the sparks that exploded through him.

His fingers dug into his cheeks as he moaned, his back arching instinctively as he moved his hips quicker, desperation tinting the movements when Shouta moaned with him though the sound was no longer airy but deep in his throat. He twitched beneath him though this time it did little to stop him. He needed to move, he needed to do what he knew Shouta had been excited for him to do, but just this alone was too much.

He swallowed gritting his teeth against a cry that wanted to break free when he stopped his sliding movement in favor of dropping his hands back to the mattress, crawling forward over the black-haired man who was mumbling something under his breath. He reached out grabbing the little hand of the bedside table's drawer, tugged it open then pulled out the items he knew were waiting right there at the front where Shouta had placed them and tugged them out shutting the drawer quietly.

He moved backwards until he was sitting on top of Shouta's thighs, his hands shaking lightly when he realized he needed to move off of him all together if he wanted to get his pajama pants off. He swallowed again, instinctively when he climbed off of his husband while putting down the lube and condoms on the sheets before reaching his shaking hands out. He grabbed the waistline of his pants, fingers searching for the waistline of his husband's boxers, only for his breath to rush in then fly out on a little gasp at the realization there was none.

Shouta had worn nothing beneath those bottoms. Was it to make it easier on him? Easier in general when he'd reacted so hesitantly earlier? He pulled the fabric down from his hips, down his thighs and past his knees before he pulled it down off of his feet one foot at a time then dropped it off the side of the bed. Shouta would be upset if his favorite pajama bottoms got dirty somehow. He was happy, so unbelievably fucking happy, that Shouta never slept with a shirt.

Only rarely did he do that, mostly when they were at the dorms or in a hotel, but at home? At home his shirt was off every night, and he was allowed access to the expanse of his back, the feel of his chest hair against his cheek and the warmth that radiated off of him delightfully. He, however, had chosen to wear a shirt tonight that went with his shorts which was stupid. So stupid. He normally would sleep with a shirt off, but he had been hesitant, nervous earlier about this whole thing and had been unsure if he wanted a shirt on if he couldn't do it.

Something about his brain thinking it would be far too misleading for his husband if he had it off and nothing happened. He didn't think he could take the look of disappointment that the black-haired man would try to hide. He knew if he hadn't been able to go this far then he wouldn't get a disappointed look; he'd get a soft praise, a promise of something good, and kisses that would smother his face happily with pride, but he knew Shouta would be drowning in disappointment.

He hated that thought. Perhaps it was a good thing, then, that he was surprisingly turned on. Burning hot in fact as he lifted his shirt above his head throwing it off to his side then reached down hooking his thumbs in the waistline of his shirts before pushing them from his hips, moving awkwardly as he leaned forward onto his knees to get them down then raised each one to get it down further. He was kicking them off happily when he turned back to his husband who released a soft snort though his legs squirmed as his thighs rubbed together slightly and his hands twitched on the sheets as he shivered leaning forward again to-

"Mmmmm, Zashi!"

His eyes flew up to Shouta's face when the words came out in a sighing, lilting tone as if to see if those lashes had lifted and he was staring at him but no, no he wasn't. Talking in his sleep? Sighing his name like that with that little moan? He was releasing a little noise himself as he shifted forward pushing the thighs apart just as knees knocked together from the movement and he rubbed at the sensitive, soft skin of his inner thighs.

So soft it was, almost silky somehow which he knew was the wrong texture, but it was so soft. He placed soft kisses against them making another sighing, soft moan leave Shouta as he kissed up the length of his thigh before biting down softly, very softly earning himself a surprisingly loud moan from his husband this time. He groaned against his thigh in response to the loud noise, shudders rolling over him as he took a moment to bury his face against that soft flesh, his glasses digging irritatingly into his face but he didn't care.

He just needed one moment. It was only when Shouta squirmed, his other leg moving against his hand as if they wanted to press and rub together again as his hips jumped up in a little movement did, he pulled his face away. His breath came out as pants that rasped down his throat, the sound was loud in the dark room over that soft rain sound that was playing, and he kissed the juncture just between his groin and his thigh softly.

He squeezed the thighs under his hands before moving his left hand to grip the base of his husband's erection then leaned in kissing the heated skin. He whined when the sound of fingernails dragging lightly over sheets rang out and he moved his hand from the base to kiss lightly at it earning him a sigh followed by another mumble of his name. He licked up the underside of Shouta's erection, pausing briefly to rub the ball of his piercing against a vein until a quiet whimper was let out above him, and he then slid up to the head.

He swirled his tongue happily around it, rubbing his piercing against the slit in that way he knew as well drove Shouta wild until he was like some feral creature desperate to get what it wanted. He moaned softly as a little hint of bitterness of pre-come spread across his tongue quickly before disappearing just as fast as he covered the tip suckling softly as if to coax more of the liquid out. He loved the breathless, airy moan from above him as he then dipped down to the base quickly, swallowing as he did so before looking up when Shouta's breath hitched in sharply.

He swallowed as he rubbed his tongue against the underside happily before pulling up and dropping back down feeling the thighs under his hands tremble at his movements and he was sure, so sure, any moment his husband just had to wake up. He had too. If he could sleep through a blowjob, then he could sleep through anything. He didn't know if it made his skin hotter or if he disliked the thought of his husband sleeping right through it all.

His hair was tied back, smartly he might add, but his bangs swung forward on the left to caress his cheek as he dropped his head happily and each time he swallowed it created a slurping sound that he hoped would reach Shouta enough to wake him. The moans, the happy little sighs, the whines that were starting to break ring out from the black-haired man sent a shiver down his back each time he heard them, and he slid his hands from his thighs up to try his best to curl his arms around his waist.

Then he had a wicked idea. He wasn't looking to purposefully wake his husband but rather hoping that he cod wake up and catch him. Put him in a position that would hopefully make him embarrassed again, that would make him desperate to deny it. Was he weird? He was weird. That was fucking weird. Again, the thoughts circled with just different phrasings this time, but he sank down to the base swallowing once more getting a happy sigh this time when looked up in time to just barely catch the sight Shouta biting his lip.

How he could see that with how dark it was he didn't know but he shuddered with a moan at the sight as the action alone sealed his decision to act out that wicked little idea. And so, he took a deep breath, swallowing and suckling at his husband until hips were weakly grinding against him with a humming moan leaving the man and he then swallowed hard making Shouta moan above him. He used that breath to then do what he set out too; he buzzed.

He used his quirk to create that vibrating, buzzing sensation that would never fail to make Shouta squirm, writhe and shout in response too. He let out a sharp breath before sucking in another before his focus could break or his buzzing to halt when his husband's legs jerked up, his thighs squeezing the sides of his head delightfully as he cried out breathlessly. He wanted to say he didn't know if Shouta was awake, if he was asleep still or in some space in between.

However, he knew if the man was awake those hands would not be clawing at the sheets but rather they would twist painfully into his hair. He began bobbing his head as he buzzed, rubbing his tongue against the leaking head enjoying each drop of pre-come he smeared across his tongue. Shouta gasped above him and his hips began thrusting upwards clumsily, in jerking movements that made little sense and left him struggling to keep his own pace.

He made sure to breathe quickly to keep the buzzing active each time he came up and Shouta was positively writhing on the bed as his thighs squeezed tightly and rubbed against him as if they wanted to rub together like before. He was gasping, speaking in that slurred jumbled nonsense that was sleep-talk. God, he wanted to hear those words transform into the words he knew they possibly were when he began grinding his hips down against the bed.

He lost his buzzing in favor of a moan bursting out of him at the pleasure it sent bursting up his spine, hips moving clumsily like Shouta's were until he could recognize the rhythm and the movements that had his cheeks burning. No better than Shouta, no better than anyone, was he as he humped the bed like some kind of desperate animal in heat. Desperate, absolutely frantic to get what he wanted as he panted through his nose moaning loudly when hips ground against his lips weakly again though there was a hint of strength that threatened to kick into effect.

He swallowed as often as he could, whenever he possibly could, but he was still drooling in between it seemed as if he suckled at the shaft twitching against his tongue, and he looked up from under his lashes lazily feeling the effort it took. Sleeping? Awake? What state was Shouta in? Did he know now? Was he aware? Or was he still blissfully dreaming like this was all just some wet dream?

He rolled his hips down breaking the frantic thrusting of his hips, grinding himself in frenzied circles against the sheets as he panted quickly, forcing his eyes to stay open in case his husband sat up. He swallowed in that hard manner again before he then made the decision to pull up, letting the erection slip free listening to another, jumbled slurring sentence leave the man and he turned reaching out for the lube popping the cap.

He squirted a dollop onto his fingers, quickly rubbing it over them, his beath racing out him like before only it felt too fast, and he knew if he didn't calm down just a bit he'd be gasping. It was like he always told Shouta; calm. He needed to calm down, take a moment to breathe, but it was hard. He understood why Shouta got so desperate that he was screaming and insisting he was fine. Fuck, he had to close his eyes squeezing his dry hand into a fist.

To tune out the sound of Shouta squirming, high little whines slipping out of him, and the little movement of his thighs rubbing together eagerly. He just needed a second to calm his rasping breath. He struggled to take those deep breaths then let them out slowly rather than let them fly out like they wanted, and it was only when he was able to take those shuddering breaths easier, his chest no longer as tight, did he open his eyes again.

He continued that rhythm of in through his nose, out through his mouth with an attempt of evenness to them even if they trembled lightly. He then pushed Shouta's thighs apart again, a whimper leaving the man that was light, airy even and he continued those deep breaths even as he felt the flutter of excitement in his stomach when he reached down between them. He was sliding his fingers forward for the man's entrance when his fingers brushed up against something... hard?

Firm? His brows came together as he pressed his fingers lightly against it and squinted before shifting backwards staring down in bewilderment. What the fuck was that? He then carefully grabbed at his husband's waist tugging it upwards just to angle enough as he then slid his forearms underneath the waist to grab at his ass cheeks and carefully pulled them apart to see just what-"Oh. My. Fucking. Lord."

His voice was a wheeze that nearly scratched enough to send him into a coughing fit as his very skin immediately ripped with flames hot enough that he swore Shouta, this bed, the fucking house would set ablaze. His husband, his beautiful, sexy, stupid, broody, stoic and stubborn husband put a fucking plug in? When did he do that? How in the world did he do that when they were all together after dinner watching the mov-

He jerked placing the man's waist back down to the bed with shaking hands, his breaths cresting away from the deep even breaths he'd been taking and instead gasped in and out as he braced his hands on the bed. Halfway during the movie Shouta had mumbled something about needing to get his phone from the bedroom, pushing Eri from his lap onto Hizashi's, and at the time he hadn't thought twice about it.

He was gone maybe fifteen minutes to get it and by the time he even thought of following him the man was coming back into the room. Had Shouta been flushed? Or had he been breathing at all quickly? He couldn't remember, he couldn't, and he was spiraling. He was going to fucking wreck this man until he had no choice but to wake up. "Shouta Aizawa, you are going to be the fucking death of me, you hear me?"

His voice was that wheeze it'd been before though it rasped out him like he was absolutely gasping for his air, which he truly was, as he reached for the condoms dipping his fingers into the ripped top of the box pulling out the chain. He tore off a condom so viciously it ripped on the end lightly that he then used that little slit to rip it open forcefully that he had to move fast to keep the condom from hitting the bed as it shot out of the wrapper.

He cursed under his breath as he grabbed the slippery ring before it could hit the bed, his hands shaking as he threw the wrapped- he didn't know where, it was just out of his hand, and he didn't care. Nothing, nothing, nothing mattered other than just getting inside Shouta. He didn't need to breathe, he didn't need to eat, he didn't need to worry about being loud. He didn't need any of it when he was getting that condom on him, squirting perhaps too much lube into his hand but he couldn't care as he moved his hand down smearing it clumsily over the condom.

He then used his dry hand to reach beneath to ease out that plug gently, slowly despite his urge to rip it out like he wanted, and he was using his dripping his fingers to rub against the stretched entrance. He fought the urge to slam his fingers into the black-haired man who moaned out though the sound didn't quite hold the sleepy quality it had before making hope crest in his chest painfully.

He didn't need anything, not a single thing, other than this. He crawled between his husband's thighs quite literally hyperventilating as he had to remind himself to be gentle, gentle, gentle as he pressed against Shouta's hole before pushing in. Everything shook as his hands flew forward to slam on the mattress, leaning over Shouta. The man moaned again with his legs moving restlessly before going limp again and he heard his air positively wheezing as he stared down at the man beneath him.

What he needed was to calm down. Now. Or he'd give himself a panic attack or God forbid some weird asthma attack even though he absolutely didn't have that. His chest heaved violently as he tried to catching his breath while waiting, waiting, waiting and hoping, hoping, hoping, begging wordlessly for those black lashes to lift already. There was no way Shouta's sleeping pills could be that strong. No way.

He pressed his hips tightly against the black-haired man as he shook, gripping the sheets as a choked, snarling groan ripped it's way past his clenched teeth when his hips ground desperately against him. It was hard to focus on breathing when Shouta was tight, tight, tight and hot, so damn hot that he was sure he'd melt. He was drowning under it. Drowning and struggling to find his tread to get up to a surface where he could get some composure.

Okay, okay, so maybe he liked it. Maybe he had a thing for it. Or maybe, just maybe, it was because this felt like a one-time shot that he loved it all the more. Maybe it was because his traitorous brain whispered the possibilities, the ideas of waiting to fall asleep with Shouta next to him like any other night. Falling asleep and waking up, waking to the sight of Shouta up above him riding him like his fucking life depended on it just like he did last Saturday and fucking himself while he slept was just so-!

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fffuck! Stop, stop th-thinking, goddammit!" He gasped in reprimand at himself though his voice was far too loud as his desperation rang in those gasping words as his chest continued to heave painfully as his lungs demanded more air even while they were full.

It was suffocating, it was overwhelming, it was overstimulating, and he was going to absolutely drown underneath all of it. His brain was choking words, images that danced across his mind like a personal little movie that had his breaths rasping in and out, painfully making his chest expand as he squeezed the sheets tightly before pulling back grabbing Shouta's legs yanking them up onto his shoulders.

He was hyperventilating, struggling to breath as sweat beaded on his face dripping down onto Shouta's damp one making the man whine in annoyance it seemed like his face scrunched up when a few droplets hit his cheek and his lips. He needed Shouta to wake up. He needed to see those foggy, confused eyes on him right this second and he needed it just as badly as he needed to control his breathing. "Holy shit, holy sh-shit, shit, shit, shit! I can't- Holy fucking, fffuckin' shit! Baby, b-baby, baby! Shouta! Mmmmnnnn Shouta! Shouta!"

He was gasping, whimpering his words desperately when he couldn't fight it anymore. He was helpless, left drowning as he struggled to control his breathing and he was powerless to stop his hips from yanking backwards and jerking forward in frenzied thrusts that were far too fast, far too sharp. A rhythm that would make Shouta groan at him to stop, to wait, but this time he knew he couldn't.

Couldn't, wouldn't, can't. He bent down gasping against his husband's chest, his heart pounding just as fast as Hizashi's it seemed, and it was quite literally deafening to him. He couldn't hear his own heartbeat but the feeling, the sound of Shouta's, had him believing he could in fact hear his heart throbbing in his ears. His hips slammed forward so hard he felt Shouta nudge upwards in a little sliding movement against the sheets as those thighs came together as if to squeeze his head again.

It had him moaning so high, so loudly he heard his husband groan in discomfort beneath him. He kissed his chest frantically, moving upwards to his throat as fast as he could with each breath flying out just as fast as it went in. It was only when Shouta's own breaths came faster, racing as fast as his own did he kiss his jaw before pushing himself upwards quickly in a leaping movement allowing his hands to shoot up from the bed.

He threw them forward grabbing the headboard tightly as his hips moved quickly, harshly against the black-haired man's as their skin clapped loudly, the sound aweing with how fast he jerked himself forward and backwards. He was slamming forward so hard he could feel his movements pushing his hands forward which in return made the headboard move slightly with his movements spurring him to move harder, faster, until he had to slide his hands down.

He couldn't risk bashing his knuckles after all. He hoped that the soundproofing hid the sound, would hide it good, but even if it didn't, he couldn't bring himself to care at the moment. There was nothing and there was no one outside of Shouta. Nothing outside this little world of slamming hips and burning skin that begged for Shouta's touch. Shouta was moaning loudly beneath him now, the sound getting more alert with each hit.

Giving in to the urge, he then angled his hips the way he always did when he wanted to hit at his husband's prostate then jerked forward with all his strength. It sent of a chain reaction of his hands pushing with the force he used against the headboard which slammed loudly against the wall and the sound mixing with the sensation no doubt finally, finally, finally had those black lashes quivering.

A high moan had flown out of Shouta at the hit that it spurred him on to pound into him, hitting it again and again, his eyes focused on Shouta's face as he gasped with the excitement that was strangling his very throat. The lashes lifted lazily, tiredly as foggy dark eyes stared up at him and he whimpered at the sight of those unfocused eyes staring up at him. At the sleepy expression that clung to Shouta that was all too familiar.

He had the absolute pleasure, the wicked satisfaction, of watching those sleepy eyes stare up at him with the audacity to have confusion in them only for them to fly open when he slammed forward and a shout to leave Shouta. It was low, cracking with the lack of use since he had been sleeping and he shuddered at the sound as he pushed at the headboard to make it hit the wall each time he jerked forward.

Shouta's shout ended in a gasp as his eyes finally focused on him, lashes quivering in a fast blink, before he saw the realization dawn on him and the heat that burned up at him. Ohhhh, he was doomed. Doomed before he even started. Shouta had asked him to wait two hours before doing it, to make sure he was as deeply asleep as he possibly could be which meant he had to wait until close to midnight to do anything.

That was two whole hours of pacing at the foot of the bed like he'd been doing earlier, worrying about nothing as far as he was concerned right now. He saw Shouta flinch lightly when another droplet of sweat hit his cheek, rolling down quickly but he was reaching upwards for him slowly like he was still acclimating despite the realization, the awareness, that had flashed up at him. "Za-Zashi, slow down! You need- Mmmm! Slow down! Love, stop! Stop, I need you to slow down!"

It was like he didn't have a single hearing aid in the way those words had little effect on him. This made Shouta gasp loudly arching upwards, making an aborted little twisting motion as if he wanted to pull away but fought it in an effort not to upset him. "Hizashi! Hizashi, please! Nnngh, wait! Wait! Hizashi, chill the fuck out!"

When those last four words were screamed at him, he was jolted at how they managed to cut through him making him jerk to a stop. His next breath came out on a wail left his lips at the agony, the absolute despair that grabbed him the moment he stopped and clawed at the headboard as his hips jiggled forward desperately in tiny little movements that he couldn't stop. He swore he would cry any moment with how absolutely worked up he felt.

He looked down at Shouta who was staring up at him with a look of concern beginning to glitter in his dark eyes as he moved his legs off of his shoulders letting his feet hit the bed when he pushed himself up sluggishly. Every moment was slow, languid with sleep as lashes fluttered down then clearly were forced open as Hizashi struggled to calm his wild, wheezing gasps when Shouta tugged him forward pressing his face to his throat.

"Sho-"

"Shut up. Just breathe, okay? Jesus Christ, I didn't think you'd like it that much." Shouta breathed out groggily against the top of his head while his hands drifted up then down his back before one hand came up to rub the back of his neck softly making him moan into his throat at the casual touch that sent a jolt of electricity through him.

He buried his face into his throat the best he could with his stupid glasses stilling being on as he gasped wildly against his skin, his eyes shutting for a moment, and he whimpered softly when Shouta kissed his head softly. "You know, I only suggested that we try it because I thought it was maybe a bit sexy? But clearly you fucking think it's really sexy, don't you? My god, I've only been awake for about two or three minutes but goddamn if you weren't fucking me like a dog! Are you sure you're not in heat for once?"

"I dunno, Sho! H-Hurts, mmmm, hurts good!" He breathed against his throat when Shouta's fingers dug into his neck just enough to make him wince lightly, his hands reaching down to grip the black-haired man's thighs tightly, the muscles trembling under his touch.

It was unbearably strange at just how the roles seemed to have reverse for the night; strange how he was the one that needed comfort, needed the moment to calm down, and Shouta was the one comforting him softly with those little crooning sounds leaving his throat. Like he was a kitten he was trying to soothe. His breaths were frantic, sucking them down faster than they were flying out it seemed as he whimpered softly against Shouta's throat when his hips ground against Shouta weakly though they had that urgency he felt burning in him.

"I d-didn't think I was gonna like it at a-all! Felt like a pervert! Am I? Am I bad l-like that? Mmmmnnn, I co-couldn't control myself, baby, but f-fuck you aren't making it e-easy on me!"

"I only did what I thought would make it easier on you, love. I didn't know you were going to fucking lose your shit like that!" His breaths were still fast but they were slowing, no longer gasps that were screaming with his desperation but rather a fast, ragged panting speed.

Shouta's voice was pitched low, cracking lightly every once in a while, that he tried to remedy by clearing his throat lightly and he keened out a high whimper when the hand on his neck moved to his shoulder to push him back. His face felt hot, dripping with sweat that he could only see barely beading on Shouta's forehead and he stared at the man who then continued pushing him backwards until he was laying on his back, sliding out of Shouta due to the slickness he'd used too much of. He whined lightly when Shouta climbed over him, his hands flying out to grab his waist with a tight grip.

"Let me take care of you, love. I don't mind, but you can't go on like that. You're going to hurt yourself or give yourself some kind of heart attack so let me help then you need to sleep. I'll get you there, I'll make sure of it, and then we can cuddle all night, love."

"All night?" He whined out when Shouta's fingers gripped his erection, his hips squirming up while his husband moved downwards as he panted feeling his excitement cresting up once more as he scratched idly at Shouta's waist. His husband was sluggish still, as if he couldn't bear to keep up that awareness or alertness with his sleeping pill still running through his system, making him yawn out before he could stop it. He felt a stab of regret as he held Shouta up, refusing to let the man move until he frowned tiredly at him. "Sho, baby, w-we don't have too-"

"I'm going to help you, Zashi, whether you like it or not."

He then leaned down kissing his chest softly much like he had done numerous, multiple times to Shouta this night alone and the black locks of hair swept forward to brush his feverish skin softly when Shouta pushed against his hands. A moan tore out of him, low and guttural in his throat as he squeezed the skin in his hands as Shouta slid down quickly to the base; far quicker than he could have ever thought he could.

He arched his hips up eagerly to grind with Shouta's lazy, sluggish movements with a whimper flying out of him while digging his fingers into Shouta's waist to hold on. It felt like he was the one dreaming and it was a strange sensation as dark eyes looked down at him. "Mmmm, poor little Zashi. My poor little mans, all worked up for once, so eager to fuck me while I'm sleeping, aren't you? You haven't fallen apart like this s-since we were young! Mmmmnn, ahh, it's okay. You a-always make it better, but I'll do it for you, I'll make you feel better. I'll make it all go away for you, love."

"Please! Please! Nnnghh, fffuck yourself on my cock, baby! I l-love watching you do it!" He moaned out grinding his hips quicky, frantically against Shouta who let out a huff of breath moving his hips quickly in time with his own making him twitch.

It really, genuinely, wouldn't take him much to get there. He knew that, Shouta knew that, and if there was a God then THEY knew that. It was merely a countdown to the inevitable as Shouta lifted and dropped himself slowly, the movements in no hurry to increase to that jagged, pounding rhythm Hizashi had been using moments ago. He watched those lashes drooped making him wonder if it was hard to stay awake; his pills were a powerful sedative that would knock out even stubbornest insomniac.

He then squeezed his husband's waist tightly, fiercely until the man was whimpering softly and he echoed the sound as his feet slid on the sheets before placing themselves firmly to the mattress. His glasses were tilted on his face slightly, the left higher than the right giving him a clear view out of his right eye but a half and half view from his left, but he couldn't think of moving his hands once. Couldn't will himself to do that.

"Mmmn, co-could you feel it earlier? Hmm? Feel me su-sucking your cock? Playing with nipples? Di-Did you feel me kissing you, baby? Could you?"

He watched those features tighten from the fatigue ever so slightly to a lustful yet still tired look on his husband's face, his eyes foggy despite them having focused moments ago and he could tell that sedative was washing through him waves to prompt him to sleep again. It was obvious in the way his hips were rising and falling slower, taking several seconds to lift himself up once he came down and he was drooping forward slightly as he watched Shouta Struggle to open his eyes with ever blink.

"N-Not really. Not at all, honestly! M-Maybe the blowjob a bit? It felt like a dream, so good, Zashi, better than any wet dream I could c-come up with on my own. Jesus, you're harder than anything, does it hurt? Did you really like it th-that much?"

"Yess! Yes, I did! Weird at first, we-weird but it felt good after a bi-bit! Mmmmnnn, y-your lips are so soft! So warm, so pretty! Y-You're so pretty when you're sleepin'!" He moaned squirming beneath Shouta who hummed down at him in a lilting, sleepy way that sent shivers down his spine when he stared down at the man's erection only to blink at how it seemed to be...softening?

Like he couldn't stay aroused but was intent on getting Hizashi there with his sluggish movements. Was it because he was too tired? Because his body couldn't maintain it? Was that a thing? He didn't know but it was definitely he would put a pin in to look into later as his hips jumped up making the man above him moan though it was tired sounding with how low and drawn out it was. Despite his half hard state, however, he could see the pre-com welling on his tip now that he gawked down and he wondered if he could even come like that. Can anyone?

"Sh-Shhho, you 'kay?"

"'m fine. Sleepy." He mumbled back as his lashes finally rested on his cheeks as he struggled to move faster making Hizashi whine out squirming desperately underneath the man as he began pulling at his waist.

Lifting him up, then down making another long moan slide out of his husband though again it sounded far more sleepy than pleasurable though its effect had him gasping for a breath. How did they never think of this before? His was a sight, he truly was. His hair resting messily around his face, locks crisscrossing over others wildly only to bob lightly around his red cheeks as his lashes rested shut.

His lips were parted with quiet breaths as he moaned out again as if he wanted to tell him to stop, as if he wanted to go to sleep, and Hizashi's hips snapped up desperately against him. "Mmmmmm, there you go! It's okay, love, just cum, then we can go t' sleep. Cuddle long 's you want."

His words were slurring together slowly as his head began nodding forward just a bit then his lashes peeled apart to stare down at him tiredly with his hands moving forward over his stomach before reaching down grabbing his trembling hands. He pulled them from his waist to weave their fingers together, the snug fit was a comfort in itself as he rolled the both of them over when Shouta struggled to lift himself even halfway up.

Slow, he needed go to slow unless he wanted Shouta mad at him in the morning or shrieking at him like he had before when he told him in an attempt to get him to stop. To calm down. He pinned Shouta's hands to the bed, feeling the legs on either side of him shaking lightly as they jerked as if to keep his knees bent but he just couldn't do it. He whined at Hizashi when he began thrusting happily, his hair clinging to his damp cheeks when those dark eyes looked up at him from between squinting, fluttering lashes.

Funny how just seconds ago it seemed he was alert, aware, and now here he was slipping back into that sleepy state once again. Perhaps in the moment he'd needed that reaction? Adrenaline maybe? He didn't know the answer at that moment despite it being right there for him to answer himself. He moaned loudly above the breathless, quiet one beneath him as he felt the urgency coax his hips to move faster. Harder. He grits his teeth with that chant forming in his head; slow, slow, slow. Gentle, gentle, gentle.

It was hard to listen to it when the clenching around his erection felt like throbbing that had his hands clutching at Shouta's. He released another one of those snapping, guttural groans through his teeth feeling his husband shiver beneath him with a little whimper but his eyes were closing again resting on his red cheeks as sweat beaded on his forehead in tiny little droplets. Like his body was hot but nowhere near as burning hot as Hizashi's was.

He bent down kissing the smooth skin of his throat, his collar bone, the fluttering pulse below his jaw then up to his red face as his hips snapped forward harsher than he intended as he moaned against Shouta's skin. He felt warm, not blistering hot like himself, but warm like he had just stepped out of a scalding shower with the heat beneath his skin. He listened to the little grunts leaving Shouta each time his hips snapped forward, the impact of their skin nowhere near as loud as it had been before but the sound of it hitting together sent shivers down his spine.

He could feel his orgasm clawing its way through his body intensely, the need for it to crash over him spurring him faster as he pulled his hand from Shouta's watching those lashes flutter open only for him to moan when he wrapped his hand around the man's half hard erection. The heat was sizzling, burning, flaming through his veins as he panted against Shouta's skin listening to a whimper fly from the man.

Loving the sound as he stroked him quickly in time with his thrusts, his own moans flying out of him higher, higher, higher until he felt his husband cringe into the bed. He pinched his lips together moaning in his throat, trying to keep the pitch down as he panted through his nose and clutched at his hand fiercely listening to their rings lightly clink against one another's. He released a loud moan when Shouta's free hand came up to twist in his hair, forcing his lips against his throat weakly but the touch alone had hm blazing.

He was burning, flaming, crumbling as he released a keening sound against Shouta's throat earning him another flinch from the man. He rubbed his thumb against the leaking tip of Shouta's erection, feeling it twitch eagerly in his hand and the soft moan he got from his husband had him shuddering. He stared down at the face that seemed to be growing slack again and he panted feeling a droplet of sweat roll down the side of his face.

The bottoms of his glasses smudged with a fog from the heat of his face, his brows pulled so tightly together he felt the muscles quivering and even his hips seemed to beg for a break. Just five minutes to regain his composure, return with a new vitality but he couldn't. Didn't dare to think of stopping. Not when the brunette was finally moaning loudly squirming beneath him and he clutched at Shouta's hand just as tightly as the brunette gripped his.

His chest fluttered up as his back arched up off of the bed, his breaths coming quickly, choking in his throat a few times, as his thighs clenched tightly to his waist and he felt the hot liquid coating his hand. The rhythmic squeezing, the sight of Shouta slumping back onto the bed his breaths rushed out of him, twitching with a whimper was all he needed. He moved his sticky hand from the softening dick in his hand to brace his forearm above the dark locks of hair and he bit at his throat gaining him another loud moan.

He slammed himself forward in hard, long thrusts until he was writhing against Shouta squeezing his hand so tightly, he felt it tremble lightly from the intensity and he jerked as the heat ripped under his skin making his eyes roll back behind his closed eyelids. His lashes fluttered as he ground himself eagerly against Shouta, whimpering against his skin as he released the biting hold waiting, waiting, waiting for the orgasm to ebb out of him with the throbbing that seemed intent on driving him crazy.

He let out a shuddering breath as it finally ended, his breath coming out in a shuddering sigh when hands stroked down his trembling back slowly as if Shouta was already on that border of sleep again. He pushed himself up then groaned at the thought of having to clean up, wanting nothing more than to just roll onto his side and sleep with the brunette but the come on his hand and the condom that would slip off if he didn't get it off now were all priorities.

He had to get it and Shouta cleaned up, the come having smeared across the head of his dick making him sigh softly before pulling back. Black lashes fluttered open with such tremendous effort it made even him feel tired finally as he carefully angled his coated hand from the sheets to keep from possibly smearing it on the blankets then pulled his cramping hand from Shouta's. The man hummed softly as he crawled towards the bedside table tugging the drawer open with this clean hand to grab the package of wipes.

Taking a deep breath then letting it out slowly, he turned back to his husband as he flicked on the lamp causing the man to flinch. "I'm sorry, baby, b-but I need to see in order to get you clean."

Was that his voice? It was hoarse, cracking lightly and he wondered why when he'd only let his voice rise a handful of times which was nowhere near how he could strain his throat. Was it from the emotions? The pure state he was in? Were words just hard to use at the moment? He didn't know but the sight of Shouta rolling his head in his direction was a lazy, slow movement as he hummed quietly at him again with black lashes lifting with that same effort he'd seen before.

After getting a soft hum from his husband, he began to use a wipe to clean his hand off. He scrubbed between his fingers, at his palm and the curve of his thumb with two wipes then reached down to grab at the slick condom cursing his excitement earlier as he pulled it off of him and struggled to get it tied off. It slid, snapped against his fingers, and squelched but refused to be tied off with how slick it was making him grunt in annoyance before he wrapped it in the two used wipes tightly before tossing it in the trash.

He'd just have to remember to take the bag out tomorrow if anything spilled onto it. He reached up taking his glasses off folding them then placing them on the bedside table as he used a new wipe to clean himself off before crawling over to his husband to use the clean side of the wipe to clean the remaining trace of come off of him. He coaxed Shouta up into a sitting position that the man groaned at before he was twisted then flipped back to his originally position against the pillows which puffed slightly when he swung backwards slamming onto them.

He just narrowly missed the headboard as Hizashi sighed tossing the wipe in his hand into the trash, closing the package then reached took a moment to grab the lube, the condoms, and place them in the drawer together then slid it shut quietly as he reached up to his ears. He turned off the left one then tugged it out, the light snore in the back of Shouta's throat kicking up already and he smiled softly at the man as he turned off the right one then tugged it out.

He was a little disappointed, he couldn't hear that little snore he adored but he placed his hearing aids with his glasses then turned the lamp off, plunging the room back into darkness. He slid underneath the blankets, aware he was still sweaty, aware he was in desperate need of a shower, but he could just wash the sheets and pillows in the morning when they had breakfast. He had time.

Tugging up the blankets up as he then squirmed closer to Shouta throwing an arm cross his chest which prompted the man's lashes to flutter before rolling towards him making him hum himself. It was a familiar, disarming sensation not to hear anything. To exist in the silence but know the sounds that he should be hearing. The way the pillows and blankets rustled, the heart that would beat beneath his ear, the quiet snores leaving Shouta and the little sighs that he would emit throughout the night.

Hell, their white noise playing in the background is something he felt he should be able to hear, another sound to tie their nighttime cuddle session together. He tucked his face into the man's throat, feeling himself sigh against the skin he pressed a kiss to earning him a heaving movement of Shouta's chest against his own in what he could only guess was a sigh as well. He twisted himself against the black-haired man, his left arm tucking itself beneath his head.

He fussed with the pillow under his left arm while the other wrapped tightly around Shouta's waist holding him closer. He wondered then, just for a moment, how much Shouta was likely to remember, and it had him smiling then. Even if he didn't remember the second half, he'd tell him. He always did love to brag, and he was a fantastic storyteller anyhow.