Even the sound of breathing far too close to him, something that should be soft and quiet but just grated on his ears as spine-chillingly as the screech of nails on a chalkboard. So many times, he had to swallow down the screams for everyone to just stop, to give him a damn break for once in his life, and it was hard to choke that urge down with each passing hour he spent at U.A. Hell, the feel of eyes on him and those concerned looks aimed his way were too much.
He felt a touch of regret when he snapped at Nemuri when she tried asking him in the staff room if he was alright, her blue eyes betraying a concern he'd seen all day, and it tipped him in the wrong direction. He hadn't screamed nor shouted at her like he'd been longing to do to every unfortunate soul in path today, but his voice had been scathing, dripping with venom as he hissed his words at her to leave him alone, that he was fine, that he was just tired etc. etc.
Every excuse he could use without directly telling the poor woman to fuck off, for everyone in that room to fuck off and leave him alone for five seconds before his head exploded. It was just too loud. Too loud, too in his face, too bright and too much. Even the fabric of his costume felt like sandpaper against his skin today. The food was wrong, the air was wrong, the wind was like scratching branches on him, his desk felt too smooth and too cold making it feel wet and God all the papers.
They felt as if they were far too delicate in his hands but even then, they wouldn't pile together evenly making his jaw clench. He needed a break. He needed to relax, he needed to take five damn minutes and breathe until he was sure his urge to scream at everything faded away to a bearable level. It was only after he had snapped at Nemuri as venomously as he had that Hizashi had pulled him to their little teacher's lounge to question him though he didn't get a hint of heat like what he felt he deserved.
Instead Hizashi had merely held a hand out like some unspoken offer, something for Shouta to take if he wanted and when they were alone, he did take that hand weaving their fingers together. He'd let the blonde pull him close as he found his mouth moving again only this time had spilled every little thing wrong with the day it seemed and Hizashi, who deserved an award for being a saint, had just rocked him gently while letting him rant.
Listened for what felt like years until he felt deflated, slack as he dared to bury his face into the blonde's throat which any other day he would never allow himself to do. He hardly allowed physical affection when they were on the clock but today had been different. Then Hizashi had used one word to describe the mind space he was in; he was in sensory overload. Of course, the blonde knew what it was given his ADHD and he had seen what sensory overload did to the blonde, how he reacted, but he honestly had never thought it would affect him.
He knew a person didn't need a mental illness, didn't need to be neurodivergent, to go into sensory overload. Knew it and understood that. But he just never thought it could affect him like that, that he would be in his own personal Hell that seemed to just get worse with each passing minute within the hour until he was ready to snap. It was this fact, this little thing, that made Hizashi promise to do something special for him.
He didn't know if he meant it sexually or just in general, but Shouta had to admit some part of his brain liked the thought of being smothered in affection while the rest of him shrieked at the thought. That if Hizashi touched his skin then he'd melt to the floor and refuse to move. So, they parted when the bell rang, ending their lunch break, where he trudged back to his classroom feeling like the weight of the world had slammed down onto his shoulders in an attempt to crush him into the ground.
When the day ended, he had breathed out a rush of air he hadn't known he'd been holding for most of that day, his relief so overpowering and overwhelming he swore he felt the prick of tears in his eyes. He waited for his students to leave first before throwing his things together as fast as he could and was giving them about twenty minutes before he tore out of his classroom down the hall.
It wasn't until his phone vibrated that Hizashi told him he'd be late and for him to go home on his own, that he was getting his special surprise ready, and he took it with a grain of salt. That's what led to him now, laying in their bed with Cosmo in his arms and Void on the pillow next to his face, with Simba twisted between his legs forcing them apart with his hips facing upwards while his torso twisted lightly to press his chest against the bed ever so slightly.
An uncomfortable position his spine screamed in protest at with every passing minute, but he ignored it in favor of clutching Cosmo to him where she purred delightfully in time with Void who rubbed his face against his hair. Twix, the skittish boy, was curled into his back with paws kneading at his skin through his shirt happily as if to relax him further somehow. Or make him into biscuits which was reasonable.
He'd much rather be a biscuit or inanimate object than a person who was suffering. Truly suffering. He could hear someone licking another, more than likely Cappella and Sterling, but he couldn't bring himself to move to stare at the cute sight he knew it would be. He just couldn't twist himself again to look over his shoulder at it. He was grateful these cats seemed to enjoy human contact, or at least that Cosmo, Void and Simba did.
Cappella and Sterling had shrieked at the door before he laid down, annoyed he hadn't shepherded them in as well but from the very minute he stepped into the house they'd ignored them then ran from him any time he came close. He wouldn't say he was in bliss; wouldn't say he was out of the woods with that sensory overload that had been plaguing him all day, but he was much better than he was earlier.
No longer close to melting down, to screaming and wailing until everything would just stop. He'd even allowed himself to nap on and off. It was hard not too when he had four cats pressed against him all purring loudly, as if attempting to soothe his frying brain and his frazzled nerves which he appreciated amazingly. Six cats all in the same vicinity, all close to him, and he had to admit that on a good day it would be his personal heaven.
He would be in bliss with how lucky he was to have all of his beloved fur babies with him on a good day. But today wasn't good. He'd tried his best to keep it under control, especially the morning following their little dip into somnophillia which he had indeed enjoyed though nowhere near as much as Hizashi had. But then the man had claimed it was something else. Not so much that he'd been sleeping but another element all together.
When he tried pushing, he was surprised at how his husband's face ripped with the bright red of a very impressive blush, and he looked away saying that they'd talk about it later. It wasn't like him to do that, but he hadn't pushed after that. He sighed softly against the black fur of Void, the cat twisting in that flipped position all cats managed to do and then he felt the familiar touch of a rough tongue on his hair for the millionth time.
Void loved grooming, loved licking hair and loved to lick at his forehead lightly when he groomed him as no part of his head was spared sometimes. He twitched in response to the doors grinding open making his eyes open just a bit to peer over Void's side, his hair swaying lightly with his breath when the doors then shut gently before feet crossed the floor. He heard the sound of Cappella and Sterling jump off the bed.
Knew it was them given four cats were pressed to him as not one had so much as twitched at the sound of the feet or the door. He shut his eyes again when the bed wobbled, dipping beneath the new weight, until lips were pressing against his shoulder softly making him melt into the bed. "How are you feeling, baby?"
"Okay. Not good but not bad." He mumbled back when a cheek nuzzled his shoulder softly, an arm sliding around his waist as the blonde gently rubbed at his stomach making him sigh softly as he pulled his face away from Void's fur making the cat chirp.
He twisted his head just enough that if Hizashi sat he'd be able to look at his face, but the man kept his head down against his shoulder, nuzzling him with enough affection to make the beats of his heart stumble and his stomach to flutter. Little things that were good for once and he sighed again pulling his left hand from Void's fur as well, unaware of when he'd tangled it into the soft long fur to reach behind to blindly reach for the blonde's cheek.
"I'm a dick."
"No, you're overwhelmed. Overloaded. And it's okay that you're not in the best place mentally because of that, Shouta, and no one blames you at all. I already talked to Nem and she says she hopes you feel better, that she didn't take to heart your tone and stuff or how you acted afterwards. She knows you have bad days, everyone does, so her only hope is that you get through this little episode of sensory overload soon. It sucks, after all, and it's the worst thing."
He got a pleased hum from the blonde when he found his cheek, awkwardly brushing his fingers against the skin the best he could, the blonde's arm tightening around him slightly before he lifted his head up looking down at him. "That doesn't look comfortable at all, baby. You want me to rub your back?"
A back rub from Hizashi? Absolutely. He'd be an idiot not to accept. "Only if you don't mind."
He felt the blonde sitting up then moving Simba from between his legs, Twix's paws kneading at him idly like little after thoughts were then leaving him as the cat meowed as he was moved. He sat up slowly making Void tumble from the pillow, Cosmo stretching her arms up at him, before standing up arching her back then hopping off the bed. "I'll rub your back after, too. It's only fair after all. You always do so much for me that I want to do the same for you. I'm not the only one who has bad days, Zashi."
"So what? You're literally suffering, Sho, and I'm not. You don't deal with sensory overload often, it doesn't really hit you too much, so it's like a whole new state of discomfort you've never felt, and it can be absolutely angering because nothing feels right. Everything is too loud, little sounds are annoying, comforting things are unbearable, and things feel different. Everything is happening at once for you, hitting you over and over, and your brain can't handle all this stimuli at once so it's literally frying you, baby."
"Mmmm, not wrong."
He then paused, tilting his head before reaching out rubbing his thigh softly making his eyes flicker down at the movement before lifting them to Hizashi who pulled his hand away quickly, as if to keep from making Shouta more overwhelmed than he need be. He reached out holding his hand, glad he was already feeling flushed as he weaved their fingers together. "I'll rub your back, I'll feed you, I'll bathe you even, if you don't want to lift a finger. I'll do everything for you, and you can lay here in the dark if you want to. Whatever you want, baby, I'll do it."
"What's your surprise? The thing you mentioned at U.A."
He found himself asking when he tilted his head back at the blonde giving him a bit of a tilted view of his husband who raised his brows. It wasn't uncommon for Hizashi to hint at a possible surprise; the very last surprise he'd been given that was outside of anything sexual was bringing home Twix after their whole pet-play thing. Then there was another surprise of Hizashi's absolute pampering after a particularly harsh day that had tested his patience horribly but the weekend, they spent in bed had been one of the many highlights.
His husband was a pamperer, he as a smothering man and always wanted to spoil Shouta however he wanted or whenever he could, never failing to praise him or compliment his appearance, never ever failing in declaring his love for him. Never wasted a moment to not say it. "What is it?"
"Well, part of it is that Nem is watching Eri and Toshi tonight! Or rather, nott watching Toshi but having them spend the night at her place tonight which Eri is pretty pumped about! She'll make sure that they get to school tomorrow so you can have some time to yourself."
He then straightened his head smiling at him when he reached out his free hand to stroke the back of his fingers against his cheek, the soft sound of skin rubbing against his stubble had him shutting his eyes leaning ever so slightly into the touch. "But I want you to know that my surprise doesn't mean we have to do anything sexual, okay? It was a whim that I waited days for before I was able to get it done today but there is no pressure to do anything you don't want you, understand me?"
"Just what kind of gift is this? Go get it."
"I just want you to know that if you just want a night of cuddles, tea and lying under the blankets then that's fine! Hell, I'll even run you a bath if you want! Light some candles, use the bath salts you like, and I'll even spice it up with a glass of wine for you to drink while you soak. Whatever you need to make you feel better, Sho."
"Just go get whatever it is you need to get or show me what it is. I honestly don't think I could really give a fuck over whatever it is that you got for me." Shouta sighed out before opening his eyes again only to be met with that all too familiar worried look on the blonde's face and he scowled at his husband whose worried look merely deepened, however. "Go. Get. It. Preferably before I lose whatever patience I have built up from being home and absolutely kick your fucking ass off the bed and ban you from the bedroom all together. So, get the damn thing and bring it here."
"Um, are you sure? Now I don't know if I should even though it can be purely non-sexual but-"
"Don't do that. Don't make me repeat myself, Hizashi. Don't make me do that 'cause right now? Right now, I ain't the one. So go."
"Look at you quoting threatening memes!" Hizashi commented as he rolled towards the edge of the bed, legs swinging up in the air making him glare at the sight of those boots on his feet; Hizashi knew he hated shoes on the furniture.
He popped up to his feet before rushing to the doors, his half bun bobbing with his movements as he threw them open then ran out of the room in record time making his brows rise. Just what did he have that he wanted to show? Or was it because he had threatened him vaguely? Was it even a threat? He turned his head to find three large pairs of eyes staring at him; yellow, copper and green respectively.
"Was that a threat?" He questioned the cats prompting Void to blink slowly at him while Twix launched off the bed as if he didn't want to answer his question. He raised his brow at Simba who merely licked at his fur, ear flicking lightly, and he then sighed raising his hand up pressing it against his forehead.
Was he hot? Or just flushed? There was no way it was a fever, was there? Or was it really all just physically affecting him just a bit? He threw himself backwards groaning at the little thoughts pricking up, his back making the bed bounce prompting Simba to jump right up onto his stomach making him groan again at the impact of those little feet slamming onto his stomach. The cats were all slim, sleek even but Simba? Simba was a big boy.
From countless vet visits he knew that Void, Cosmo, Cappella and Twix were all in the eight-to-ten-pound area which was, by all means, a healthy weight for an indoor cat but Simba was weighing twelve pounds. He was pushing it. While he'd been assured that as long as he didn't go over that weight then he'd be fine, there was no real concern for the cat, but it still prompted Shouta to buy a diet brand of food just in case he gained anything drastic.
The boy was a pumpkin, both in color and weight. He let the cat spin in circles on him, muffling his little groans when the feet dug into his stomach and chest before the boy settled down in a curled-up ball on top of him. Purring away that orange ball on his stomach did as he reached down to stroke his fur softly, the light fluffy feel of it made him sigh as he tucked one arm up underneath his head looking down for a moment.
He lifted his gaze to the ceiling, blinking up at it when he then turned his head just a bit to see Void flopping down against his side and stretching until his little head pressed just below his hip. He moved his hand from Simba down to scratch the black cat's head lightly. He then looked to the open bedroom doors furrowing his brow as he heard the thudding of feet on the floor somewhere out there.
The kitchen considering how close it was. Just what was he doing? What did he have that could possibly take so long to get? He heard the jingle of a collar prompting him to look from the doorway down to see Cosmo back up on the bed though she flopped towards the center of the bed far out of reach from him. He stared unblinkingly at her in the same way she stared at him, ears flicking briefly before she began going to town on her paw.
Fine. She can stay there then. He had Simba and Void to focus on, alternating his hand between petting Void and reaching up to stroke Simba's back softly feeling his tail twitch against him each time as he arched up to the touch until he was stretched out across his stomach now. A bath, though, from Hizashi did sound tempting. The man was surprisingly clever when it came to preparing the perfect bath to just soak in, amazing in picking scents that didn't overlap nor compete with one another.
Rather it blended in together to make a relaxing atmosphere. Even the non-scented candles he would sprinkle around the tub on the floor, on the sink, with the lights off were just another layer of relaxation that was perfect. He often took these baths with Hizashi but more often than not he took them alone; the last time Hizashi ran him a bath he had fallen asleep in it. And tea? Then rain sounds they'd play from the dock?
Cuddles? Staying in bed all weekend long again if he said he wanted to do that? God, that sounded fantastic. He barely registered the footsteps thudding towards him until they were coming down the hallway, two pairs if he heard right, and he turned his head to the doorway again. His brows tugged together once more, the muscles giving a little ache from how tight they scrunched together, and he frowned when Hizashi popped into view with a-
What expression could that be? It certainly wasn't worried. Nervousness? Hesitance? Cautious? He couldn't pin the emotion down but what he could tell even from his place on the bed was there was a hopeful glint in his eyes that begged Shouta not to be mad. He didn't need to hear Hizashi say the words because the look said it all; he'd recognize it anywhere after seeing it for fifteen years. "That took you a while. Who do you have with you? Did you invite someone over?"
"Okay, so you remember what I just said about doing a thing? That took some days to do it? A whim?"
"Yes?"
"Um, don't freak out okay. I promise it didn't hurt to have done, it's not a big deal, but I think you're going to like it. Just- Don't get upset, okay? I don't want you to work yourself up or give yourself an anxiety attack or something. Your metal state is fragile and while I really, really should not be doing this right now so you can choose if you want to see it."
The blonde fidgeted from foot to foot worriedly, unlike himself, as his own brows came together which only emphasized that expression on his face, but Shouta merely scowled at for him to show it. He didn't need to say a word, much like Hizashi hadn't for him to know the blonde didn't want to upset him, and he merely shifted a bit making the cat on his stomach complain at him.
Whatever it was he was sure he could handle it. If anything, he could just tell him to take it back or put away for some later date but knowing Hizashi it was probably a God-awful sequin shirt of his with his radio show name on it. But then he was flying up into a sitting position pointing at the door, a gasp of air flying down, and his mouth opened before he could even think of what was going to fly out of it.
"Oh! What the fuck!" He shouted, making himself along with Hizashi flinch at the way it came out as he gawked at the third person that had stepped into sight; another Hizashi.
A perfect duplicate, identical in every damn way, though the only difference is his Hizashi had his hair pulled back while this duplicate had his hair down around his shoulders and while he smiled there was still a look of concern to that face as well. His heart was jumping with the shock that sent a little trill of adrenaline through him, nothing big but enough to make his heart thump not fast but hard a few times against his chest.
It pumped a jittery, airy feeling through him that had his hand shaking lightly as he looked between both men- wait, did they count as different when they were the same person? "How the fuck did you pull this off? Who did it?"
"Okay, long or short version?"
"Short!"
"Right! Well, I was thinking that with how everything has been going for you today that I'd chase down a little lead that Tsukauchi had on someone for Yagi and I was talkin' to both of them about it a few days ago and then I talked to the person, Naomi I think her name is, and she offered to duplicate me if I needed it!" He was babbling at a mile per hour making Shouta's head spin as it pieced together the mere important things; a woman named Naomi duplicated his husband. Duplicated or was it cloned? "And after you today during lunch I-I saw how rough you were doing and I wanted to do something but there's only so much I alone can do! And I know you don't like other people being up in your shit helping or pampering you and you only barely tolerate me somedays so I didn't think when I called them up for a meet up afterwork! It was painless, real fast, and she told me that this Hizashi will disappear in twenty-four hours! So we don't need to worry about it being like that villain guy; Twice was it? Anyways, it's not going to stick around!"
"But why though? Why did you want to clone or-or duplicate yourself? It still doesn't make sense, Zashi! You ran out and did this because-because what? I had a bad day? What about this situation is supposed to make me feel better?"
"Because it'll help! So much can be done between the two of us! And you don't have to look at anyone else! It's just us!"
His gaze flickered over when the duplicate spoke for his husband or was it his husband speaking for himself? Ahh, this wasn't helping his head. Hizashi seemed to pick up on that when his gaze flicked over to Shouta again, having looked at the duplicate of himself as well when he spoke up then bit his lip when that blonde spoke up again. "I promise, we only have the best interest at heart for you! It was never meant to make you feel worse or get you back into that awful space at the school! That's not the intent! Not at all!"
"And you said it wasn't sexual? Was the goal supposed to be sexual?"
"No!"
He flinched when both blondes shouted the word in unison, the sound a strange one, and he took a breath when he looked at his husband- husbands now? Or did they count as one husband? Was it like a twin situation? He then rubbed at his face fiercely groaning into his palms, digging his fingers into his eyes before pulling at the skin under them then dragging his hands up to his hair pushing the locks away from his face.
Two pairs of green eyes stared at him worriedly, only surprisingly he realized that they weren't quite identical; the duplicate wasn't wearing glasses. That one little difference was nearly insignificant, but it helped him tear the two apart even if it was easy to do so moments ago, he knew he would become confused later with the two of them fussing over him. "Then what do you want to do? What was your thought process behind doing this?"
"To help you relax! Shouta, baby, there was never anything malicious behind this! I promise you, I swear, that there wasn't anything in it for me! I did it with only you on my mind! Because think about it, with another me around either I or him can cuddle with you and the other can feed the cats, change the litter boxes or filled their water bowls while you relax! And-And you won't have to worry about me not being with you because we're identical in every way, so you won't miss a thing!"
Hizashi then walked over to the bed, his boots no longer on his feet thankfully, but he approached the edge of the bed with a rather pleading expression on his face as he lifted his hands uselessly before tugging them to his stomach rather than reaching out for him. Like he was afraid to touch him. Like he would reach out to claw him or rip his hands off if he dared lay a single hand on him. Was he truly that bad? Had he been acting that feral?
He frowned lightly at the blonde as he watched those black-nailed hands twitched, unsure of whether to stretch out ot him and touch or to keep from doing so. He saw the pleading, concerned look on his husband's face. Then the one on the duplicates face. As if they were upset he would ever think that it was that kind of situation. As if they were worried over him in that moment even if he hadn't breathed a word about kicking them out. Hadn't breathed a word of being truly angry.
"Sho, I didn't do this to make you upset. I really, really didn't. I thought- I don't know, I thought it was a good idea but it's making you upset, isn't it? You don't like it because I was stupid with it when I should have done this any other time when you weren't overwhelmed with everything like you are! In fact, you wouldn't like it even if it was a good day! I can't believe I didn't really stop myself from-!"
"Zashi, stop babbling. You're going to spiral like you always do and I- we both do not need to be spiraling like that. Okay? It's- Well, it's fucking stupid like you said. But I'm not going to scream at you or tell you that it shouldn't have even been in a realm of possibilities for you to do this for me because what's done is done. There's a second Hizashi and we just have to incorporate him with us for twenty-four hours because it's just cruel to favor the original over a duplicate. Like with children, he didn't ask to be here. You brought him into existence with someone's help."
He then sighed crawling over to his husband prompting Cosmo to once again leap of the bed as he then reached out touching the hands that the blonde pressed tightly to his stomach. Holding them there as if heh were fighting the urge to reach out for him. He touched the backs of them lightly, then tugged them away from his stomach to hold them with a soft sigh. God, today was shit but if he had too he could handle this. He's handled worse, after all.
Hizashi always did have the best intentions but the way he went about them? Well, they were chaotic at best. Horrendous at worst. He could appreciate his husband was trying to do something nice for him, something to ease the absolute way this day was reaming him. He did appreciate it. Sighing softly again he then rubbed his thumbs over Hizashi's knuckles gently then looked up at the blonde who still held that look of worry to him. Concern.
"I think, no matter how I'm feeling, I can maybe handle both of you. Just don't push it, okay?"
"Of course!"
Both blondes' once again spoke at once only it was a quick chirp of their voice mingling, just like their shout moments ago, and the duplicate then rushed over when he gestured with his head to do so. He gripped one of Hizashi's hands then reached for the other who happily handed his hand over. It was honestly a strange, Twilight Zone feeling to see an identical hand of Hizashi's to be bare of a wedding ring.
"Now, before I went and got you possibly even more upset, why don't I rub your back? I promised I'd do that before I left, didn't I?"
"You did. But, uh, what about-" He wiggled the smiling duplicates hand as if to make Hizashi look at the other blonde- or would it be himself? God, this really was making his brain hurt. He then waited until he saw two pairs of green eyes meet before flickering down to him again making a blush burn in his already flushed cheeks when they landed on him.
"Er, what should we call him? Calling you both Zashi is kind of confusing but even I'm not cruel enough to call him Thing Two or some shit like that. And since we aren't doing that then wha-"
"Hiza." Both he and Hizashi turned their gaze to the duplicate curiously when the familiar bright smile of his husband was aimed at the both of them, fingers squeezing his own gently as a finger lightly traced over the curve of his wedding ring that he'd slid on when he got home. "You can call me Hiza! And obviously call the original Zashi, as you always do! That way you won't get confused when referring to either of us!"
Surprisingly, there wasn't a single flicker of jealousy on Hizashi's face when the duplicate bent down to kiss his forehead lightly. "Also, don't be afraid to tell me what to do! I'm more than willing to help, after all! We are the same person, Sho, so the same thoughts were shared earlier and obviously we don't think the exact same thing nor have identical feelings, but it doesn't matter! I want the same things the original Hizashi would! Because, like him, I do love you, Shouta! That's perhaps the one exact shared thing me and him have! His love for you extends to me and even if it didn't, I could still say I want to help!"
"I couldn't have said that better!" Hizashi crowed when he then squeezed Shouta's other hand making him look to his husband who smiled down at him with warmth, affection in the look alone. "So, if you're comfortable with all that then do you mind taking your shirt off? Only if you're comfortable with it! Only back rubs, baby, that's it! Don't be scared to speak up if you want something though! You're going to have the whole mental health day to relax and if you're still not okay tomorrow we'll just start the weekend early!"
"Not happening. I haven't taken a day off before and I'm not starting now." Shouta replied in a scathing tone as he pulled his hands from both blondes feeling his heart thump solidly, a one two beat that made him feel breathless before it settled back down, and his breath rushed out normally again thought it left his hands shaking.
He hated it when it did that. It made him feel sick, made his stomach drop, and often times got him anxious about how it would beat like that. Why does it beat like that? He focused on grabbing at the bottom of his shirt pulling it up over his head when Hizashi then climbed on the bed humming happily at him when he let the fabric drop next to him. He took a breath then shifted to the foot of the bed, swinging his legs over the sides as Hizashi wobbled after him on his knees then blinked at the sight of the duplicate popping down to a squat in front of him.
"What?"
"Would you want me to rub your feet? I know you're on them all the time, like Hizashi told me earlier, so I can rub them while he rubs your back if you want! A double massage could help you relax! Only if you want to, of course. If not, I can go take care of something else! See if the cats need food or water, check the litter boxes or even tidy up the house!"
He blinked at the duplicate- Hiza? He should at least think the name so he wouldn't stumble over it when he spoke, and it was tiring thinking of the blonde as a duplicate when just calling him something was so much easier for him. Hiza smiled at him, his hair spilling over his shoulders just like Hizashi's did, and yet there was a familiar warmth in those wide green eyes that gazed up at him with an adoration that while it wasn't as deep as Hizashi's it still was welcomed.
Like he was finally meeting an online crush or a new person he'd heard about. That's how Hiza looked at him. And it had his stomach fluttering with some unnamed emotion, something that tickled through him that he couldn't pin down a name for and had him wordlessly staring at Hiza before looking away. "Shouta?"
"Mmm, you don't-" He was painfully aware of how red his face had to be when he stopped, hesitating for a moment as he felt hands tugging his hair up into a loose ponytail pause much like his words. Waiting.
He took a deep breath shutting his eyes to gather his courage to continue the sentence that was begging to be spoken and yet it was just as embarrassing as asking a stranger to use a preferred name. While, yes, he did love hearing Hizashi say his name it was strange some days to hear the full thing being said in that voice he cherished. It was nice. Very nice. But he loved more than anything to be called those sweet little nicknames, those terms of endearment by his husband, so why should Hiza be any different? He literally was his husband.
So, he let out his breath on a sigh as he opened his eyes again looking down at Hiza. "Y-You don't have to use my full name, Hiza. You can just call me anything you want. Like Hizashi does."
Eyes widened at him with awe, the adoration still vividly shining on his face but the wide-eyed look had his heart stumbling over its beats. It was quiet for a moment before the hands on his hair tugged it back carefully, his bangs slithering forward away from Hizashi's loose hold as it was tied back and then Hiza smiled widely at him reaching out placing his hands on his knees squeezing gently.
"Alright! I can do that! So long as you don't think anything that happens is weird, that it'll make it awkward, then I'll follow you and Hizashi's lead! That way I can help do whatever makes you happiest, darling!"
'Darling', huh? Then it clicked. Oh. Oh. His heart slammed solidly against his chest as his face seemed to flame with another wave of heat assaulting his cheeks when he looked away from Hiza who smiled up at him brightly still and his stomach seemed to flutter again only it was from the little word. One little word. He felt fingers beginning to dig into his shoulders, rubbing at the taut shoulders when lips pressed behind his ear softly.
He shivered at the fingers digging in just enough making his muscles screech at first before he melted under them. It took seconds for that screeching pain to fade away as Hizashi kneaded at his shoulders to loosen them first, just like he always did, when the warmth of his husband's breath warmed his ears. "You like being called that, baby? Maybe I should call you it more then."
He just shut his eyes when the fingers continued kneading, digging harder against the muscles working out the knots in his shoulders making his torso wobble lightly only to twitch when hands lifted his left foot making his eyes slit open just a bit curiously. He sighed when fingers dug into the soles of his foot, thumbs rolling in circles that dug in just enough that it had his head falling back.
Hizashi had amazing hands; no matter what they were used for, he was talented with them every bit as he was talented with everything else, he did but massages? Hizashi was a God at massages. And that didn't fail to be copied to Hiza who rubbed the top of his foot with his fingers while pressing his thumbs into the sole. It was absolutely amazing already. He felt Hizashi kiss the side of his head softly making a little hum leave his throat as four hands seemed to determine in their task to get muscles to relax.
To get him to relax. And it was working, by God, it was absolutely working. The hands slid from his shoulders down to his upper back, prompting him to lean forward just a bit, as those fingers rubbed into the tense muscles. It was then that Hizashi pulled one hand away, doing what he had no clue at the moment, but then he heard the little sound of his phone connecting to a speaker they had which was a small little thing they kept behind the TV.
Soft music poured out of the little thing, at a perfect soft volume that wasn't too overbearing, and he melted when the phone was placed down allowing that hand to press against his back again. It was easy to get lost in the hands rubbing at him, making little sighs leave his lips before he registered them and his lashes fluttered against his cheeks as he hummed quietly again when the ache in his feet, the muscles in his upper back, relaxed.
Not immediately did his back relax but he was in absolute bliss with the fingers that dug into his foot while one hand slid up to rub and knead his toes while the other moved down to squeeze the heel of his foot. Hizashi's hands rubbed at his back, sliding down to just below his shoulder blades and began working that whole area as one big attack method as those hands rubbed and slid against his skin with enough pressure to make him shiver.
He wanted to say something, anything, to the blondes working at him like he was a car needing new tires or engine work; hands moved in their tasks diligently making his head float. It for once didn't ache; it didn't feel like it was going to rupture open like a watermelon, and it didn't feel like he was going to rip his hair out because it was too much for him. Of course, sensory overload didn't just go away but the hands on him were making it bearable.
Easier to think around. They were coaxing, lulling, promising to make his body feel better along with his mind. And it was wonderful. He honestly didn't think he could open his eyes when his foot was placed down only for the right one to be plucked up easily, but it felt a million miles away as fingers began digging into the aching sole. This time, for some reason, he let out a little moan when the hands also dipped down his back briefly.
He felt hands pause on him prompting him to make a soft hum; something he hoped assured them he was fine. It was only when he didn't shout, didn't snap at them, did the hands begin moving again to rub at his tense muscles making a happy sigh fly out of him as they rubbed, squeezed and prodded at the muscles. He was wobbling lightly under the push of the hands on his back, his toes twitching lightly with the relief that ran through his foot as a whole and his back as he listened to the two identical men begin to hum.
Like how they spoke it was somehow, creepily enough, something that once again happily came in unison. He could care less, however, for the hands were positively making him melt into the bed so much that his body threatened to either slump forward or fall over onto the mattress. It was good and they just barely started. Imagine how good a bath would feel after something like this. Imagine how good anything after this would feel.
His eyes opened lazily staring down at Hiza who was humming a touch softer than Hizashi; was that because he was below him or because Hizashi was right behind him? Honestly, despite his initial reaction at seeing the duplicate minutes ago, he had to admit some part of him was absolutely shrieking with delight. Two Hizashi's were touching him, two Hizashi's had looked at him with such adoration earlier, and maybe it was just the existence of a second Hizashi at all that made his heart stumble over its beats.
It was like some weird, forgotten fantasy coming to life that he hadn't noticed was a thing. He then twitched when green eyes flicked up as if sensing the eyes on him and he got a warm, affectionate smile that made him swallow down a sound that wanted to fly out of him. It was so warm, so sweet, and it was amazing to see as he stared at Hiza. So pretty. His husband, even the two of him, were like a double whammy to his heart.
He could stare at him all day and still never get his fill of looking at the blonde. His heart was thudding against his chest in solid hits that made his skin throb, something he could feel without actually touching his chest, and he felt his stomach flutter for the third time with- what? Anxiety? Nervousness? He didn't know but then the fingers tugged his attention away from it with a sigh as Hizashi's hands finally pressed then rubbed at his lower back which was always the source of his back pain. He let his eyes shut when Hizashi leaned forward again, his chest pressing against his back, lips close to his ear again.
"How are you feeling, baby? Does your body, at least, feel better? Do you want anything? You want a pouch? Tea? I can go get it for you, just say the word, baby."
He shivered hearing that soft voice whispering against his ear, his heart now beginning to pick up speed; nothing crazy but definitely not it's resting rate and he let his lashes tremble on his cheeks rather than opening them. He worried he'd say something stupid, something embarrassing, if he answered the questions his husband had just whispered, and he opened them just to look down at Hiza staring up at him. What would he look like? Affectionate? Or curious?
"Mmmm, pouch." He sighed out prompting those hands to leave his lower back to slide up his skin to his shoulders grabbing then gently making his brows come together with a brief moment of confusion before he realized what Hizashi was doing.
He let himself be pulled back with the tug of those hands until he was laying on the sheets and he opened his eyes with that same lazily fluttering movement to stare up at his husband who smiled down at him. It was warmer, brimming with such adoration that he felt his heart flutter at. Strangely enough he could feel lazy, almost sluggish stirrings of longing move through him. Or was it something responding to the hands? The soft touches, the adoring looks?
Was it wrong to want them both to touch him more? To knead and rub, caress and squeeze him until he was melting like butter in their hands? Like a stress ball they could grip and squeeze tightly however they pleased? "Thank you, Zashi."
"Of course! Let me go get that for you, baby!"
"And thank you, H-Hiza."
"You're welcome, darling!"
Well, fuck. He shivered feeling that stirring inside him kick up a notch as Hizashi climbed off the bed leaving him laying out on his back, turning his head to watch Hizashi sprint across the floor then out the doors in the span of a blink leaving him alone with Hiza. He felt a strange little thrill rush over him. How could someone be identical to his husband but still make that sensation that he was being left alone with a stranger flash through him? "Hiza?"
"Yes?"
"I have a few questions. That okay?"
"Mhmmm!"
He closed his eyes to sooth that strange little excitement from welling in him because he really did have questions about it. It wasn't everyday someone got cloned, duplicated, whichever applied, and it wasn't everyday he got to be around that copy of a person so naturally he was curious. He let out a little sigh when again those hands moved into similar placements they had on his other foot; one hand at his toes the other on his heel making him hum softly at the subtle washes of pleasure moved through him. He had forgotten just how good a massage could be.
"So, you're a duplicate. I know you said you don't have the same thoughts or the same feelings other than loving me, so does that mean everything else is different? You're Hizashi but you want your own things? Do different things from him?"
"Hmmm, that's a good question! And yes, I do. I'm an independent creation from him; I am effectively Hizashi Yamada, I'm your husband, and I am him in every sense of that title. But I do think if I had longer to be around, I'd want to do my own things, see just what I would want to do, and I'd want to be my own person." Hiza answered with a thoughtful yet bouncing tone, making him hum softly, when he sucked in a breath feeling a hand curve up his calf gently making his eyes flutter open at the sharp stab of excitement.
What? Why? He sat up on his elbows then up onto his hands, the sound of Hizashi going through the fridge in the kitchen had his heart racing as that excitement squirmed in his stomach watching Hiza's hand curve along the calf then up to his knee. "And yes, before you ask, I do have my own wants. My own needs. Likes. Dislikes. Desires. I may not be here long but it's very easy to know these little things in that time span."
Shivers. He stared down at Hiza wondering how, why, when he became excited and if a hand on his leg really triggered it into effect as he stared down at the blonde; Hizashi, for all intents and purposes, and his husband. So, it wouldn't be strange to be responding like this, right? Then why did it feel strangely thrilling? Like he was with him for the first time? His chest was rising and falling quicker in a pace that seemed to be matching Hiza's as he leaned forward.
The man stretched up as he looked down at those sparkling eyes that seemed just as locked on him as he was onto them. "And what do you want, Hiza? What do you need? What could you possibly desire?"
"To kiss you." He watched Hiza pinched his lips together after speaking but they parted again with a rush of air, tingling lightly as his hands twitched against the sheets and he knew he shouldn't be excited; he was in an overloaded state that still made his temples throb lightly. Hizashi had said it wasn't sexual at all, that there was no sexual intent and he believed him. One thousand percent. Hizashi didn't lie to him, and he wouldn't start now; he'd be upfront about it right away if that were the case.
"I may share a few things with him, Shouta, but that's different from experiencing it, isn't it? I know how he feels when he kisses you, but I haven't gotten to experience that. I'd do it happily if it's what you wanted. What you needed."
Shouta really had no self-control, did he? He was taking this amazing, sweet, and beautiful little surprise his husband had for him and turning it dirty. He was making it sexual and while he hated that he had to admit that being nuzzled close to Hizashi earlier in the teacher's lounge had felt nice. A remedy that was brief for his throbbing head but that didn't mean he had to get sexual. It didn't mean that at all. After their brief foray into the somnophillia, he had passed the list to Hizashi claiming it was his turn to pick two which it was.
Of course, right as he felt Hizashi wanted to name his pick he'd been a mess. He was sure though that the blonde would tell him just what he wanted later. When they were all cuddled up, he'd say it. But that was later; this was now, and his lips were moving as he stared at the eyes that were dilating, darkening in a way that sent shivers down his spine as he whispered the blonde. "Do you want too?"
"More than anything."
"Then kiss me."
He didn't launch himself like Hizashi would; no, he raised slowly his hands lifting from his knees and drifting them lightly over his jaw like Hizashi would do if they were taking their time. Soft. Light. He reached his own hands out to slid them into the blonde locks he absolutely adored bringing Hiza's face to his, his heart racing in his chest, as he pressed his lips to Hiza's. Amazing how he happily flopped backwards when the duplicate moved over on top of him, a knee pressing to the mattress between his legs that spread slightly to allow the man to slid up and it was-
Hell, it was just like kissing Hizashi. There was a difference to it; not in the way they molded and pressed against his or the shape of them, but the emotion poured into it was what had that stirring, that excitement, streaking through him again. It was excitement of his own, perhaps even awe, as his lips began moving against Shouta's happily and he clutched at those blonde locks as he moved his lips in time with Hiza's.
It was as natural as kissing his husband. Well, he was kissing his husband, wasn't he? A sigh slipped out of him that was replied to with a soft moan from Hiza against his lips as he shifted on the bed as if to press tighter against him, to shove him into the bed. He curled his arms around his shoulders sliding his hands up higher on his head to rest on the top of those blonde locks. It was strangely exhilarating; like he was really contemplating hooking up with a stranger for the first time.
A stranger that looked exactly like Hizashi. God, it was more thrilling than the strangers roleplay they'd done forever ago. He clung onto Hiza happily as he moved his lips in time with his that were growing determined, comfortable against his own and he was feeling a trembling in his limbs that threatened to morph into the shake he knew they would if he let lust, let the desire, grip his bones.
He felt like a teenager sneaking around with his boyfriend; waiting until the parent or friend left the room letting him a few moments to give into that lustful desire of his. He didn't hear the feet coming back nor the cheerful whistle and by the time he did it was far too late to pull away. To pretend he was doing something else. To shove Hiza off of him back into position. By the time the sound of his husband's approach was registered it had already stopped.
However, the next sound made had his eyes shooting open when the chastising clicking had him pushing at Hiza whipping his head to the doorway. From the doorway where Hizashi stood holding one of his treasured jelly pouches only there was an amused smirk on his lips. Like he knew it was going to happen. He felt his face burning as his lips moved uselessly, trembling wordlessly when air rasped down his throat in a gasp when Hizashi shut the bedroom doors behind him stepping into the room with a lazily strolling movement.
The pouch in his hand was then tucked away under his arm when he crossed them across his chest and there was a smug, large knowing smirk across his lips. As if he expected something like this to happen. Like he knew that despite his assurances there would be nothing sexual that something of that nature would happen even if it was just a kiss. He knew.
"Now, hold on! I don't-!"
"My, my! You know, of all the things I could have expected of you, but this? I thought you weren't wanting something like that?" Hizashi tilted his head as his brows came together when he walked over to the bed as Shouta reached his hand out towards him like it could stop him from coming a step closer.
An inch. As if he could shove him back out the doors and go back to stop himself from acting the way he had. Because it was shameful. Would he think it was disgusting? It wasn't cheating but it could feel like that even if the man above him was exactly his husband straight down to the DNA make up. "Shouta, baby, you know you don't have to force yourself to do anything. I know that it's not forced, definitely not, but you don't have to kiss either of us, you know that? I warned Hiza ahead of time, but you don't have to do anything sexual. That's not what this is about, baby."
"But-"
"It's really not, darling! I wanted to kiss you long before I came here and now that I have, we can go right back to what we were doing before, nothing wild about it!" He looked up wide eyed at Hiza who was smiling down at him softly much like Hizashi was when his husband reached out stroking his bangs away from his face making his eyes flicker between the both of them quickly. Restless. Unsure of who he should look at.
It was a strangely dizzying sensation. Not sure who to look at even if they were identical; letting his gaze flicker between the two identical men was making him feel strangely panicked. Like he had been caught cheating and was being confronted; trying desperately to come up with something that wasn't that cliche line of 'its not what you think!'. Trying to make those two spheres of his life come together. And it was hard. His head- God, it was swimming and he felt light headed as he tried to keep his breathing even.
There was so much buzzing in his head. So much to grasp, that it made it feel full. Swimming, crashing, stinging thoughts repeated on loop as he struggled to focus on the two men staring at him with that similiar look of concern they had moments ago. It was hard to process just what he needed to say. His lips tingled from the kisses he'd just traded happily, delightedly the moment he was alone with his husband's duplicate and he felt like he looked as wild as he felt.
Then fingers, light and gently, touched his chin forcing him to look to Hiza and finding a soft, warmth in those green eyes. In his smile. He wasn't- How did he tell them it wasn't what he intended? That he was strangely, utterly tempted by the idea? That he wanted something but he couldn't bring himself to say it? That longing was twisting his insides apart, his sudden panic as he let his gaze flick to Hizashi again before looking to at Hiza who smiled softly at him with such warm. Such adoration.
"Shouta, a kiss is a kiss, and I got to experience it! We do not have to go further; we do not have to do anything you're uncomfortable with. All of this was done for you to feel better, darling. Hell, I only exist to help make things easier for you for twenty-four hours! But Shouta, darling, you don't have to do this. It's not expected nor is it required. We can finish the massages; we can get you in the bath and together I'll help Hizashi pamper you all you want. It's not always about sex, darling."
Not always about sex, huh? He'd be pampered? Anything he wanted? What did he want? What did he need to do? In any other moment, on any other day, he knew he was acting irrationally and thus, wasn't going to make a rational decision because of it. So, what did he want? What did he want at that exact moment? He'd wanted to kiss Hiza and he got it; he'd wanted to be coddled by his husband when he got home, and he'd got it.
He'd wanted to curl on the bed with not a person in sight with his cats and he'd gotten that as well. Hizashi even got him a jelly pouch because he wanted it. Since Hizashi came home he'd asked, and he'd received. He knew he didn't have to go out of his way, but they hadn't really had much sex since the somnophillia night and even then, that felt like a dream despite his brief moment of alertness he'd fallen back to sleep quickly that night. Hadn't appreciated it the best he could. But did that mean he had to do this? What did he want?
"I don't-!"
"Shhh, baby, it's okay! Come on, I'll put a bath on for you." Hizashi's lips then fluttered down onto his forehead, his heart positively throbbing with its beats as he whimpered quietly making two pairs of green eyes widen at him as Shouta looked between them quickly.
Again, again, again. Over and over. Back and forth, Hizashi and Hiza, the same person yet he still anxiously looked between both blondes who then looked at one another with a touch of worry. Then those green eyes were back on him making him fight the urge to squirm under those worried gazes of his husband- husbands now? God, this still hurt his head if he thought too hard about it.
"This is too much. I didn't- I fucked up. I'm making it worse, aren't I? Hiza, let's just go and-"
"No!"
Like earlier with his shout, the shriek that left him had the three of them jumping with how frantic he sounded even to his own ears, and he closed his mouth quickly listening to his teeth click together as the ache burst across his jaw. He needed to just breathe. Like Hizashi always said he needed to do if he got worked up. He shut his eyes swallowing when neither blonde moved, holding still with bated breaths as he took a few minutes to take deep breaths.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. He opened his eyes again after his fourth breath rushed out to stare up at the blondes. "I don't want you to go. Neither of you. I want a bath. I want cuddles and shit. But can't- Am I not allowed to have you both too? I know it's n-not supposed to be sexual, but I want both of you."
"That...That might be too much for you right now, darling." Hiza started when he looked to the blonde before letting his gaze drop back down to him but he could see it; the temptation that made his eyes flare down at him when those green eyes flickered to him again.
The wide, dark expanse of his pupils, the way his lips parted subtly and his lashes fluttering when his eyes flicked to Hizashi again then down to him worriedly though he could see it. This was a temptation; perhaps even the wickedest type of temptation known to man. He was offering what he never thought he'd offer but did it count? Did this count as a threesome? Or was it not when both men were his husband? "Shouta, darling, you should get some slee-"
"I always sleep! I'm not tired! I-I can relax in a little bit! It's been a long, shitty ass day and I'm going to fucking snap, but I know what I want, and I know what I am going to do to help make this fucking day better! Now the two of you can help me with this or leave me alone! Either way I'm going to-to get rid of this tension anyway I can because a bath or wine or tea isn't going to fucking fix it alone!" H
e was gasping in between his words as they spilled out of him, his tone positively venomous like it had been earlier with Nemuri but he was speaking the truth; who wouldn't want to masturbate or indulge in a good, rough hour or so of fucking their partner after a hard day? He'd be stupid not to want it, had wanted it earlier, only now? Now it could be better. It could be so much better, but the blondes were still looking at him worriedly.
"I want all of it out! All of it! I want to be fucking dead by the time I get in that bath! I want to fucking sink into the bed because I'm so relaxed and if having an orgasm or two helps with all of it being better than goddammit, I'll do it!"
It was quiet following his gasping words, the wild unhinged quality to them that felt far too oud in the quiet between the three of them again when Hizashi finally looked to Hiza once more. That silence seemed to stretch unbearably as Shouta let his own gaze flicker back and forth between the two blondes, restlessly did he look between them, and he wondered if perhaps he was letting his overwhelming emotions win again.
He was awful with that, but didn't he deserve to be a little greedy? A little selfish? Didn't he deserve to touch, to kiss, to feel until he was drunk on it? He held himself up to such high, impossible standards day in and day out that it was inevitable a mental state like this was to happen and while it was a hated one, he had to admit that he had worse. He had much worse. He parted his lips to speak, to say something that was perhaps an apology for acting like this, an apology for shrieking at the blondes breathlessly as he had, or maybe even apologize for not taking care of himself the way he should have before he got this bad.
An apology for everything. An apology for something. Then Hizashi was speaking before he could get even a wheezed word out. "Are you sure you want something like this? Really, Shouta? It's not- I mean, we've never done anything close to a threesome before so it can be overwhe-"
"I don't care! Everything we've done so far sexually has been overwhelming, but I did it! And I'll keep doing it going forwards too! I don't care if it's overwhelming! I don't care if it's not a smart idea! I want it! I want it and I want it now!"
He was a brat. He was a dick. A douchebag. No better than a child Eri's age screaming for something he wanted. It was a surprise he wasn't flailing his legs angrily at his words or slamming his fists to the mattress as he wanted until he was given the very thing he was asking for as he gasped in a breath. "Please! Ca-Can't you just make this day go away? Make it good? I know, I know it's bad, but I don't care! I just need- Mmmph! Nmmmnng? Mmmm.."
He let his eyes flutter shut when Hiza leaned down covering his lips with his own and the hand that he'd outstretched to Hizashi, the one that he lifted uselessly, was grabbed with fingers twisting between his own until palms pressed together. He let out a breath that sounded suspiciously like a sigh even to himself when his hand got lifted upwards, lips pressing to the back of it softly, as he opened his eyes letting his gaze flicker over to Hizashi who was staring right back at him.
His gaze was intense, far more so than he'd ever seen, and he shivered at the sight as he moved his lips with Hiza's all while keeping his gaze on Hizashi. It was like some strange challenge; an agreement that he wouldn't look away. That he would keep his gaze on the original but even that was hard when Hiza deepened the kiss making him hum, helpless against the urge to let his eyes shut again.
Familiar breaths, familiar lips, familiar hands touching his thighs now as the blonde above him shifted so he no longer straddled his right leg but settled between both of them prompting him to spread them. His feet pressed to the edge of the bed as he lifted his free hand up to tangle into Hiza's hair, the texture just as silky soft beneath his fingers as Hizashi's, and he pressed lightly at the back of his head.
He whined feeling Hizashi's lips press to the back of his hand before crawling down his arm, lifting it higher as he moved lower, and the sound flew out of him again when Hiza's hands squeezed then rubbed his thighs. The weirdness of the situation wasn't lost to him; the fact that he was quite literally kissing a man who was his husband, but some part of his brain swore it wasn't his husband because this was a different Hizashi.
They looked the same, yes, and apparently, they both shared the love for him which wasn't too surprising, but he wondered if that love was perhaps just adoration on Hiza's part given that he'd just come into existence today. He'd probably shared stories with the duplicate, built upon those possibly shared memories, until Hiza had the right amount of adoration for him. Or maybe he just loved him, like he claimed which was a bit mind boggling.
After all, Hiza was a new entity and had never met him. But he knew him. Hiza knew him and he knew Hiza. It was an odd, weird fucking situation and sensation but he didn't mind it at all. Who wouldn't want two of their significant other? Who wouldn't want to be showered by the duo if that were possible? He was a man, a person, and someone who loved his husband with every little bit of him so was it really strange he wanted this?
Was it wrong that he hadn't really sunk into the feeling until hands were on him? Or had he felt it the first second he saw Hiza but buried it under all that shock that he existed to begin with? He had no clue. All he knew was three basic things; one, he had a shit day. Two, his husband was possibly the greatest, mad genius on the planet. And three? Well, he was getting that basic thing he wanted met now, wasn't he?
His breath hitched in when lips pressed against his shoulder gently before going to the edge of his jaw making him twitch at the proximity as his lips moved urgently against Hiza's subconsciously. Excitedly. His nails dragged over the blonde's scalp drawing a quiet little moan from the duplicate and Hizashi's lips fluttered against his hot cheek before moving up to his temple with another soft kiss.
The lips on his, however, demanded their own attention when he began slacking just a bit only to throw himself right back into that kiss the best, he could feel the excitement in him being echoed right back. He clung to Hizashi's hand, he clung to Hiza's hair, and hands were on his thighs with lips on his arm again kissing softly back up to his hand. He was flaming, burning beneath his clothes, and he wasn't sure how to stop it.
If he was to stop it. He parted his lips when he felt that familiar lick being delivered to his bottom one and he moaned happily into Hiza's mouth, hearing the sound echoing back at him, as his tongue met the blonde's. It was strange not to feel the familiar metal of his husband's piercing, but he didn't mind it as much as he thought he would, and he whimpered when Hizashi's hand slipped down between the both of them.
Down, down, down. Lower, lower, lower. He could hear the moan flying out of both blondes when Hizashi's hand slid down to his crotch, hips flying up eagerly with a whimper leaving him again when fingers pressed against the twitching, growing erection. His thighs twitched with an attempt to spread wider, arch his hips up higher if possible, and he twisted his tongue happily with Hiza as it flicked and rubbed against his own playfully.
He shivered when a hand lifted to press against his cheek, Hiza's obviously, and he sighed when a thumb began rubbing little circles against his jaw softly while he rubbed his tongue against Hiza's enjoying the little shiver he got. It was hard to breathe through his nose, of course which was natural, but he couldn't bear to think of pulling away now. Not when he could feel the blonde's hot, fast breaths against his flushed cheek while that absolutely amazing tongue then slid against his teeth.
Loving when the blonde's tongue twisted against his own when he whimpered when Hizashi's fingers began rubbing. Lazily, up and down, like he had all the time in the world did he rub at Shouta until his eyes were rolling back behind his eyelids with a moan flying out of him at the pleasure it sent washing through him. Not intensely. Not yet. It was like a campfire had taken residence in his blood; warmed his skin pleasantly and sent warm saved through him that lapped rather than slammed into him.
He whined when Hiza pulled away for seemingly no reason, his lips leaving his making him pull at his head to bring him back down which did work as it earned him a soft kiss but then he was pulling away again. His hand slid out of the locks of hair making him whine out again only for the hand on his jaw to tilt his head back making his brows come together and then it was clicking so suddenly he was sure the blondes could hear it.
He gasped out when Hizashi leaned down pressing lips firmly to his own making him squeeze the hand in his own and he parted his lips quickly prompting Hizashi's to fly open seconds after his own with a soft moan from the blonde. His hand was still rubbing at him, cupping his erection almost reverently while he rubbed his palm against him now making his hips rise up the highest, they possibly could with someone above him. Grinding. Rubbing.
It was maddening when he felt hands sliding up underneath his shirt prompting him to finally squirm against the sheets eagerly when Hiza's lips pressed to his racing heart through the fabric of his shirt. Then palms were drifting over his nipples, lightly then softly making his chest arch upwards much like his hips were making his shoulder blades dig into the mattress as he whined out. Same lips, same mouth, same voice, same hands.
Same hair, same eyes, same skin. It was all the same but different? How did he explain that later? He didn't know. The whole point was to forget that he wanted to think. His mind pleasantly focused on hands that shifted to pull his shirt up over his chest revealing the rather cool air to his warm flesh making him shiver when lips pressed to his skin. Then his mind was flying to focus on the tongue that twisted, undulated against his own making that tongue piercing clicks lightly against his teeth every once in a while.
And fuck if he was more than happy to reply to the movements. Targeting, nudging and flicking his tongue against the piercing earning him a pleased hum from Hizashi when he did so until the bottom of that piercing rubbed against his tongue. He was euphoric. Floating. He wasn't a threesome type of person, didn't think he could ever handle something like that, but here he was with not one but two people. Did it count if they were the same person?
Was it still a threesome? Or was it something else? He didn't know but the label of this being a threesome was far more fitting than he would have ever expected. A threesome with two of his husbands. It was a dream that anyone could possibly have. It wasn't his, had never really crossed his mind, but he was enjoying the fuck out of it now that it was happening. He whimpered when Hizashi pulled back, kissing his top lip then the bottom separately before biting at his bottom lip making him squirm against the bed when fingers tightened against him.
"You okay, baby?"
"Do you need to stop, darling?"
Ahhh! They needed to stop with the nicknames unless they wanted him to fall apart! He was panting softly as he looked up at Hizashi then to Hiza, eyes leveled on him with a hawk's edge given how sharply the looks seemed to rip into his skin. Like they were waiting to see some sign in him, something to reveal he couldn't handle it, but he wasn't anywhere near that edge again. Nowhere near everything being too much.
He was warm, very warm, and tingling from the top of his head right down to every tip of his toes and fingers, his lips were even tingling in a way that promised they'd be a touch swollen from all the kissing he'd be doing. He closed his mouth to swallow, to help the tightness that seemed to be gripping his throat, before he could squeeze out a few words. "I'm fi-fine! Fi-fine, so fine! Mmmmn! Ah! Keep going! Don't stop, please!"
His hips jumped, his back arched, and he squirmed with the pleasure washing over him again when Hizashi's hand kneaded at his groin softly while fingers traced the rims of his areolas before swirling inwards to drift over his nipples again. He reached out with his free hand to tug at Hiza's shirt with a whine, an unspoken request, and he watched the duplicate shiver as those eyes darkened with the lust that flooded them.
His chest fluttered up and down when the duplicate sat back grabbing the hem of his shirt flipping it up over his head and Hizashi's eyes were on the action before they flicked down to Shouta just as he looked up at him. He squeezed his hand prompting the man to lean down covering his lips again with a soft sound leaving him and he ground himself in time with the rubbing motions of his husband's hands as Hiza leaned over him again.
Only this time, this time, this time, this time, this time, a mouth was covering his nipple. He moaned loudly into Hizashi's mouth as tongues met again, breaths rasping in and out of his nose quickly, as his moans choked off into a whimper when teeth playfully nipped at the bud before a tongue flattened itself over it. He arched his back up eagerly, his hips finally beginning to protest his widespread when his knees twitched as if to open farther, and he tangled his fingers tightly into Hiza's hair.
He could feel a flicker of that intense heat beneath his skin, a promise to burn out of control underneath the heat that was swelling under his skin up past that simply warm sensation he had before. It was getting hot. An intense warmth if he had to place it. He broke the kiss with Hizashi, listening to the piercing lightly click against his teeth, and he forced his eyes open to look up at the blonde above him.
He took a deep breath, breaking up that soft panting, when he gasped in only for it to come out as a high whine when Hiza's teeth bit at the nipple and he dragged his nails again over his scalp. He looked away from Hizashi to watch the blonde against his chest switch sides with a little trail of kisses before lapping his tongue over his right nipple. With such a lewd act, a lewd sight, it somehow felt tender.
Weird, given someone was licking his nipple but it felt gentle. Sweet almost. His hips rose up with a groan when Hizashi's fingers slid upwards only to pluck at the waistline of his pants teasingly, his gaze flying up to his husband who smiled sweetly at him. He then pulled his hands from the blondes in order to reach out, his hand clumsy in its movements as he pulled at the button on Hizashi's pants making his lips part with the sound of a soft breath being taken to no doubt be formed into words.
He didn't want to hear it. He got the button unzone, satisfaction rolling through him that he'd accomplished it one handed, and then reached down pinching the zipper and yanking it down making a red flush spread over Hizashi's cheeks. Ah, so maybe he wasn't so unphased by it? He then yelped as he was pulled into a sitting position, his back tensing to keep him up right, when Hiza then moved back only it sent sparks down his spine when the teeth bit and tugged at his nipple before releasing it.
His breaths crested with the action before dropping back down into that soft pant of his when he then felt Hizashi crawling across the bed, but he couldn't focus because lips were on his again and they devoured any chance of him possibly watching his husband. He could hear the quiet sound of the drawer tugging open, sliding shut, and he didn't mind one bit when Hiza's hands then reached down to the waistline of the sweatpants he'd changed into when he got home and curled his fingers under the waistline.
Hips jumped eagerly to help get the fabric down, down, down. It required Hiza to move from between his legs to get the fabric off of them and by the time he was easing them over his ankles Hizashi's hands were reaching down tugging his shirt up over his head. He didn't have time to think before he was being coaxed into Hizashi's lap, green eyes burning into him when he then shivered with a whimper at the lips pressing against the back of his shoulder.
They crawled up to the side of his throat as he listened to the quiet pop of the lube being opened, nails clicking against it for a moment, and then he was being kissed again, again, again. It made his head spin as he twisted backwards to wrap his arm around Hiza's shoulder throwing every little bit of himself, every little intention into the kiss while Hizashi lubed his fingers if the tiny slick sounds meant anything.
Fast. It was going so fast. His hips pressed tightly to Hizashi's stomach, grinding against him making a moan pull out of himself and his husband from the movements as he felt a hand coaxing him higher onto his knees. And he whined when fingers squirmed down between his cheeks, his thighs trembling as they tried to spread though that was a bit difficult. Then as those fingers rubbed against his entrance even, he couldn't deny the reaction his body gave in the form of a twitch; he heard a groan slide from Hizashi when it happened which had him trembling.
He moaned against Hiza's lips when the finger sank into him quickly followed by the second one for the first time making his moan crest higher when the digits rested inside of him unmoving. Hizashi wasn't the type to be impatient nor rush like that and yes, it was uncomfortable, yes it made the rim of his hole throb, but he didn't care. He knew he just needed to give it a few moments and it would more than likely feel good.
At least that's what he hoped. He parted his lips at the familiar lick against his bottom lip, a moan slipping out of Hiza when the blonde's hands came to a rest on his waist to squeeze softly before sliding upwards to his chest. He whimpered excitedly, begging wordlessly for the touch he knew was coming, and he arched his back when thumbs rolled then flicked over his hardened nipples in a mind-numbing way. Back and forth, back and forth, they moved until fingers were pinching lightly making him moan in an embarrassingly mortifyingly loud way.
Then the fingers began moving. It was far from pleasurable but absolutely far from the initial screaming discomfort and he wouldn't say it felt good yet, but they were scissoring outwards cautiously while thrusting in shallowly in little movements as if to prevent that discomfort or unease from raising. It was when his thighs stiffened that Hizashi stopped moving his fingers, his breaths rasping out of him when he looked at Hizashi the best he could given his position when he then he moved his hands.
He uncurled his arm from Hiza's shoulder down making the blonde hum in a confused little sound, that much was obviously, and he did his best to wash it away by using his tongue as he reached down to the waistline of his pants searching for a button or zipper. And delightedly moaned when there was none as he shoved his hand down past the fabric, past his boxers, and gripped the base of the erection there making Hiza moan loudly into his mouth as his hips bucked forward.
He had pressed a hand to Hizashi's chest, when he had he didn't know, but he slid downwards as well to his goal and shoved his hand into his boxers copying the movement of his other hand. He gripped at the blonde's erection when Hiza pulled from the kiss with a groan and Hizashi's hips twitched up. He smiled lazily when he began moving his hands in a stroking movement, the best he could accomplish given the tight restraint of fabric only to shudder at the high, keening moan he got from Hiza and the throaty growl from Hizashi.
Felt those fingers flexing out inside of him, another shudder running down his spine as his hips squirmed with a soft moan of his own, but he had much better things to focus on; tasks that he had personally grabbed. He moved his hands, stroking and twisting his hand with each upward stroke he could give listening to the literal melody of moans flying from both blondes. It was music. Beautiful, crystal music he could listen to all night.
The fingers thrusted in far deeper than intended but they struck forward, hitting his prostate making him cry out as he squirmed on Hizashi's lap squeezing his hands instinctively earning him strained shout from behind him. Of course, there was still a discomforting feeling though it was bearable, easy to think around, and if anything, it just created a pressure that had his brows coming together but it didn't matter for those fingers ground against his prostate each time.
Each rub, each grinding movement, seemed to wash away that discomfort somehow. It was hard to think about that when pleasure was zapping through him leaving him a twitching mess. It felt good to not think. To just do. Simply be, simply do as he wanted without worrying or thinking hard about how it would come back to bite viciously later. It wasn't until Hiza began whimpering, pulling his hands from Shouta's chest did he open his eyes.
Opened them to happily, deliriously pleased to find Hiza moving backwards to shove his pants down his thighs as fast as he possibly could. He was squirming, wriggling to get out of the fabric, and kicking it off his ankles making him whine at the familiar sight of Hiza's erection twitching as it rested against his skin with a bead of pre-come shing there.
"Za-Zashi!" He was gasping out his husband's name earning him a hum when those fingers thrusted in making him jerk, his back arching instinctively as the pleasure burned into him making him whimper. "Mmmm, let me off! I want- Ah! Ah, fuck! Nnngh, let me tu-turn around! I want- Ahhhhnn! Ah! Haah, yes! Zashi, please! I wanna su-sssuck Hiza's cock! Not fair he doesn't fe-feel good! Wanna make you both feel ffffucking good!"
The moan that flew out of both blondes in unison had him whimpering when the fingers slid out of him, his hand pulled away from Hizashi's crotch and out of his pants only for him to be flipped around then coaxed forward onto his hands while his lower half remained in Hizashi's lap. He looked up at Hiza leaning forward as far as he could with Hizashi's arm around his waist, his fingers sliding back in with a bit of squirming making him moan when as the blonde duplicate moved forward.
He reached a hand up, his other trembling lightly as he leaned all of his weight onto it and wrapped it around the base of his erection leaning forward wasting little time. He knew it would only get unbearable, overwhelming later and he could feel that pressure at the back of his head threatening to overtake him at a moment's notice which prompted him to act quickly. Before he could think about it.
He kissed the tip smearing the pre-come onto his lips then took just one second to do what Hizashi both loved and hated; he rubbed his stubbled cheek against the erection in a nuzzling movement. He looked up from under his lashes at Hiza who whimpered as he licked the pre-come from his lips, green eyes greedily soaking up the sight and he smirked up at the duplicate only for his lashes to flutter with a moan when Hizashi's fingers ground into the sensitive spot.
He slid his cheek up to lick at the new bead of pre-come there happily, when Hizashi chuckled behind him with just the right amount of aroused humor to make him shiver with a whine as Hiza squirmed arching his hips forward eagerly. "Come on, Shouta, don't make him wait! Don't be a little cock-tease now just because he's never experienced it. Go on, baby, suck his cock like you do to me and suck it good! I promise you'll love what he can do with that mouth of his, Hiza! So give him a moment a pleasure won't you, Shouta?"
He whimpered softly before parting his lips covering the tip then moving down naturally as he would on the original only to stop a little below halfway making Hiza cry out as his hands flew to his head. "Good, isn't it? His mouth is fucking hot and he's damn good with it, isn't he? He always acts like he can't suck a dick as good as we can but he's fucking fantastic at it! A skill he's built and perfected in fifteen years! Ain't that right, baby?"
He let out a sound of acknowledgement that left Hiza's hands pressing against his head, hips twitching up in a little movement, and he closed his eyes as a hand then slid down to wrap his ponytail around a fist that squeezed tightly at it. He heard Hizashi humming happily behind him as he scissored his fingers repeatedly, back-to-back movements that were focused on more than thrusting, but he didn't mind whatsoever.
He began bobbing his head listening to the whine he got in response as he began moving his tongue against the twitching erection, sucking idly while swallowing to keep from drooling in that unattractive way and the moan he got when he did so had him shiver. He felt the arm around his waist move with a quiet, barely audible whisper above him that had Hiza whining loudly and he could hear hands brushing above him making his brows come together as the other hand left his head.
Began coaxing himself lower, as low as he could without triggering his gag reflex this time and he heard that slick sound of lube being spread making his lashes flutter open as his brows squeezed together tightly. What were they doing? What had Hizashi said? He didn't know when Hiza was shifting forward just a bit, an awkward little position that had his stomach hovering above his head as his knees spread on the mattress and he hummed softly in confusion.
What were they doing? There was no way Hizashi was kissing himself, was he? That'd be weird. Genuinely, completely, weird. He then felt the fingers flex outwards pushing at his muscles making him breath out as he continued coaxing himself down, coaxing his throat to relax which was much harder than one would think. He did see online those sprays that numbed throats, to make it easier to deep throat, and he wondered if he should bring that up to Hizashi for them to try.
Of course, his husband wasn't wrong in his skill of blowjobs having been worked and perfected until he knew exactly what to do to bring the blonde the most pleasure, all the little tricks he liked, and he had to admit even he felt pride about it. However, just because he was good at it didn't mean deepthroating came easily no matter how many years he'd been attempting then performing. He was inching closer, bit by bit, to the base making Hiza moan enthusiastically as the pitch rose unbearably loud for just a moment making him flinch.
He had those borrowed hearing aids, didn't he? Surely, he knew the feedback was a warned risk of something like this. Hizashi wouldn't just let himself go into something blind like that. He could hear a slick sound; the source was something he was trying to pin as Hiza panted above him with one hand coming down to grip his ponytail again and wrapping it around his fingers then pulling. Oh.
Oh! It had him moaning in a high, raised pitch that sent a wave of embarrassment through him, but it didn't matter as Hizashi was pulling his fingers out after a few more scissoring movements of his fingers. They slid out making him whine until he heard that familiar sound of a condom being ripped off that sent a wave of excitement so intense, he was gasping through his nose as he was then pulled slowly, perhaps unwillingly, off of Hiza's shaft.
He was lifted just in time to see Hizashi being handed the lube again making his brows, which had relaxed, come together again tightly as he stared up at the blondes. What? What was he doing? He heard the sound of lube being spread over the condom, felt the smear of that liquid against his entrance, when he was pulled up to sit with his back to Hizashi's chest letting him face Hiza. He felt Hizashi shift his legs into a spread position that was a bit awkward to get done, his waist dipping slightly but he braced his own feet to the mattress frowning at the strange position.
What was he doing? What was going on? He parted his lips to speak, to let his questions fly out, when Hizashi was pushing up against him while pulling at his waist lightly coaxing him down until he was sliding in making his words dissolve into an airy moan. He trembled as he was coaxed down to the base like any other time, his erection twitching eagerly against his stomach as he gasped then looked to Hiza again in time to see the blonde tearing off a condom.
What? He blinked lazily at the movements watching the blonde shift over closer to him, his eyes on the blonde's slick erection that twitched much like his own and he waited for the condom be slid onto the man. Double penetration? Is that what was happening? He didn't know if the preparation Hizashi gave him would be enough for that though. Even the senses that were threatening to crackle over him in that overwhelming manner told him he wouldn't be able to handle that even if he was prepared enough.
So what were they doing? What had Hizashi whispered above him? What had he said? His breath quickly stopped when the condom was rolled onto him. Him? Why? Is he-? "No fucking way!"
His words were a choked gasped when Hiza plucked up the lube squirting a dollop into his palm before reaching down rubbing the substance over the condom making his breaths rasp out of him. No way. No actual fucking way. This was a dream, this wasn't real, because if it was real he was close to a damn heart attack. He had to have passed out at the school, in the staff room, and was sleeping right now in the nurses office or was tucked in his sleeping bag. This could not be real. There was no fucking way it was real.
His husband's delighted hum had him shuddering as he gasped wildly trying to piece it together in his swimming head. There's no way this was happening, not a chance of it, and he was sure he'd wake any moment now. Any moment, he'd roll over at the peak of an orgasm from an overstimulated, confusing wet dream. Because this can't be it. He wasn't this lucky. He then felt hands squeezing softly at his waist as Hizashi's lips pressed behind his ear softly, his breath warm against it.
"Oh, yes way! Didn't you say you were thinking about topping me at least once when we tried the cage? Don't you want to try it, Sho? I may not be bottoming myself, but Hiza is still me after all, so don't you want to try? You've never topped before, but I figured you could try with Hiza! We talked about it before we came home!"
What? What? They talked about it before they came here? What was Hizashi talking about? "Y-You what? You knew this was g-gonna happen?"
"I knew there was a chance! It was in case things went this way! Though that chance was like a five percent of happening, but he was ready for the chance! And he seemed pretty okay with trying it out! So, do you want too, baby? You wanna fuck me? You wanna do what you told me you wanted too when you had the cage? You wanna be in me?"
The blonde in front of him touched his flaming cheek with his fingertips lightly, green eyes burning fiercely at him with that desire, that lust that had him shaking to his very bones. His very core. He was rattled, excited, disbelieving and awed all in one go. He was gasping to soothe the spiraling in his head as his legs trembled with the urge to pounce, to yank himself away from Hizashi in order to try and act out the very things he was suggesting.
What he'd been thinking about that day, even if it was forever ago, the curiosity always remained. What would he do? What would he sound like? How would he react? What was Hizashi like as a bottom? He had admitted he tried bottoming before, in their college days when they had broken up briefly and Hizashi had come to his door with a dildo as an offering. A fucking dildo. Not chocolate, not a cat, not flowers but an double sided dildo.
What he was thinkin Shouta had no clue, but he'd accepted the apology and they'd worked things out, but it had taken two additional weeks before they decided to start things back up again. But it was after that did Hizashi admit he tried to bottom but wasn't a fan of it. Did that ideology extend to Hiza? Did they share it? Of course, Hiza did explain that while they were the same person he had his own wants, desires, and needs he wanted to explore before he- what? Melted? Dissolved? Fade like he got Thanos snapped away? He didn't know and if he didn't then did that mean Hiza knew?
"Shouta, darling, are you okay?"
Hizashi's lips were pressed to his shoulder in a soft, cautious kiss as Hiza's palm pressed against his hot cheek rubbing gently making him look at the blonde. Then he felt an itching on his chin, a strange sensation, and it only clicked what it was when Hiza's hand shifted down to rub gently at his mouth, across his lips, and chin with his fingers. Drool? Was he drooling? He could feel his mouth watering, the saliva pooling under his tongue but had he really started drooling at the offer?
Jesus, that wasn't what he had meant to do and yet he was gawking shamelessly at the man before him too he bet. He really was dissolving into a mess that wasn't helping his case, was he? "Shouta?"
"Okay! 'm okay!" He slurred his words looking at Hiza before reaching out with his hands, squirming against Hizashi with a whimper when arms wrapped around his waist keeping him from moving forward like he wanted.
He could feel a new droplet of saliva roll down his chin only for it to be wiped away as he reached up to touch the back of Hiza's hand as he whimpered again reaching towards the blonde in front of him in an attempt to pull him closer. This was a once in a lifetime chance and he wasn't going to let anything stop him. Not even if the sheets, the heat in the room, his own heart was starting to become too much to him.
That the fabric against his feet, his legs, felt wrong, wrong, wrong, or that his heart sounded too loud in his ears. These were mere hints of that sensory overload, but he wasn't letting it take control. He didn't want to ignore it, but God knows this was truly a once in a lifetime chance he had to take. Had to take it now before the offer could slip away from him. "I wanna! I wanna do it! Wanna fuck you! Please, Zashi! Please, please? Please, Hiza? Let me? Let me, let me, let me? Please?"
He watched those eyes flicker from him to hover his shoulder, lips pursing for a wordless moment from the blondes as he squirmed, clutching at Hiza with whimpers flying out of him like he was no better than a puppy wanting to break free. A child desperate to finally get a shiny toy they wanted. He had been eager before, had been so desperate he was screaming, but this? This was bordering on pain.
A need, a desire, so strong that it was nearing acute pain. True pain. He then whimpered again though the sound was far more excited, far more eager when Hizashi began moving forward as if trying to shift on his knees without sliding out of him but when that failed, he was lifted off of the blonde letting him lean forward throwing his arms around Hiza's shoulders. He was pushed forward while the blonde duplicate moved backwards until fell onto his back.
The mattress bounced with the impact and he was hovering above him only the difference was Hiza's legs were spreading wide, feet on the mattress as hips lifted upwards making him gasp. A position all too familiar to him, one he did many times when he was on his back. It was a welcoming one, a begging one, a move that promised to make things better. To help him push in easier. His head was spinning. Swimming wildly. He felt hot, hot, hot.
Burning. He felt Hizashi's hands on his hips coaxing him backwards making him whine loudly as he pushed back in but then he was angled low towards Hiza as he made some indistinguishable noise. Not a whine but not a whimper. What was it? What could it be? He had no clue, but it was reedy, high in the back of his throat when hands came up to caress his hot cheeks and he felt incapable of controlling the noises any better than his breaths. But it didn't matter because, because, because he was-!
"Oh my fucking God!" He wailed his words throwing his head back, trembling as he was pressed against the blonde's hole and he wondered if he could even go in but then he was pushing past it, sliding into the man who whined pressing his head backwards to the bed.
Nothing mattered. It didn't matter because he was clawing at the sheets on either side of those blonde locks of hair. Anything to hold onto as he shook at the tight, tight heat squeezing him in a way he hadn't felt in a very long time. So long. What did he do? His hands? His- What did he do? He needed-! Hizashi, Hizashi, help him because he can't-! His air choked, stuttered down his throat when his hips finally pressed against the blonde and he- he didn't know. He wasn't- He couldn't-!
"Oh my god! Ohhh my god! Fuck! Fffffuck! Holy ssssshit! Sh-Shit! I can't-! It's so-! Mmmnnnggaah! Ahhh, Zashi, Zashi! Go-Good! So- Mmmmm! Hiza! Hiza, tight! Tight, tight, tight! Hot, so hot! So good, so good! I can't- Nnnngh so good! It's so good I might fu-fucking die!"
Hands were stroking his cheeks, his mouth dropping open, and he couldn't for the life of him even think of closing it as he gasped clutching at the sheets and lips were pressing to his trembling body. His shoulder, his neck, his shoulder blades. Hands on his face, his jaw, his neck, his chest. Everywhere, they were everywhere, and his world outside of this ceased. It didn't exist. There was no world, no reality, that wasn't the hands and lips.
No world outside of one that wasn't the feel of Hizashi grinding against him idly or the tight, blistering squeeze of Hiza around him. There was nothing, no one, and absolutely nothing he needed. He could stay like this forever. Forever, fitting perfectly between the both of them, just staying in this blissful, perfect little piece of existence for the rest of his life. "Is it too much, baby? Are you sure you're okay? Because-"
"Move!" He screamed the word at the top of his lungs prompting moans to fly from the blondes, but it didn't stop them from looking at Shouta with concern when he began squirming his hips desperately forward then backwards even if there was no space for him to move right. And that was making his little slice of heaven feel like it could quickly turn into his own personal hell if he wasn't allowed to move now.
He could feel Hiza's erection twitch between their stomachs, could feel a similar twitch from Hizashi, and then he was being pulled back in time with Hizashi then sliding forward making him wail at the pleasure bursting through him. Hotter than Endeavor's hell flames, more explosive than even Bakugo's explosions and leaving him just as breathless as if he'd been decked in the damn stomach by All Might himself. An All Might in his prime, mind you.
Hiza's own cry was high, trembling on it's way out as his hands clutched at Shouta with the intent of yanking him closer to his chest. Closer, closer, closer. Shouta needed them closer. So close that he was suffocating against the skin. "Yesss! Oh ggg- Yes! Fuck yes! Fuck, Hizaa! Za-Zashi! It's too g-good! Full! Tight! Hot, hot! It's hot! Sque-Squeeze me! Pleas- Fuck me! Ahhhnnn! Fuck yeah! Mmmmm! Mmm, love it! So good, Hiza! So ffffucking amazing!"
He couldn't stop screaming, wailing, howling out his moans and groans which he couldn't stop now that he'd started, and he was gasping, gasping, gasping loudly. He could feel Hizashi speeding up forcing him to thrust faster into the tight grip of the body beneath him and his left arm flew up to wrap behind Hizashi clinging onto him digging his nails into his skin. He couldn't handle this. He was spinning, spiraling, drowning, suffocating.
He didn't have a grip on reality, he didn't have a grip on himself, and it was strangely remedied by his arm around Hizashi, and the grip of the sheets balled tight in his other hand. An attempt to keep himself from flying away. His heart slammed painfully against his chest, throbbing with its beats, and he was completely sure it would fail on him any second now. There's no way it could beat so hard without faltering.
He jerked forward hard as he could when Hizashi pushed both of them forward, and his bangs fluttered around his face as he leaned down giving into a simpler pleasure that Hiza moaned at. He knew it always took his husband a little while to come, to reach that peak, but Shouta? Oh, he was climbing. He wasn't walking up the peak to his orgasm but fucking booking it. Already. He twitched to move faster, to go harder like he wanted.
And fuck, his whimpering was loud as they flew out of him into Hiza's mouth when Hizashi seemed to take the hint for he began thrusting harder against him which in return had him slamming against the blonde beneath him. The sharp impact of skin hitting, a strange harmony of the three bodies hitting, was loud but it sent shivers down his spine as he had to pull from the kiss to breathe because it was too much. It was finally too much.
How did he say to stop when his body didn't want to? How did he say his orgasm was mounting so fast it hurt? That his thighs were tensing, shaking painfully like the rest of him, and he was drooling like a goddamn teething baby because he couldn't shut his mouth? Because he had to breathe, or he'd suffocate under the feeling? He wanted to say something, but his voice was croaking out moan after moan, the euphoria clouding the scalding pressure of his orgasm, and he was writhing desperately against Hizashi and Hiza.
He was gasping, making another hoarse, choked sound as he struggled to hold himself to some sense of control but failed. He was failing to stop it, failing to control himself, failing to stop an orgasm he should have reached much later. He was wailing then when he felt lips, hands, caressing his feverish skin making it buzz it felt with how fiercely it tingled under the soft caresses and gentle kiss when he swore, he heard someone talking. Was it Hiza? Was it Hizashi? Was it him?
He couldn't differentiate the voices, the higher moans and the cries spilling for his head was focusing on the pleasure that ripped into him each time Hizashi thrusted forward hitting onto his prostate making him shake as he was pushed forward into that tight heat. He squeeze, the sensation as his hips were then angled just a bit until- This time the wail he heard wasn't his own but Hiza's, the man jerking beneath him.
The blonde's hips jerked frantically in a frenzy of thrusts against Shouta making him moan until it melted into a soft little cry. He wasn't sure how much more of this he would stand for, how many more times he was going to handle being pushed forward into Hiza while Hizashi's own erection rubbed against his inner walls in a painfully delightful way. Hitting, slamming, nudging his prostate each time.
Did it feel this way for Hiza? Did it feel just as goddamn good? He was gasping, trying to form those breaths into words the best he could but they mangled themselves on their way out until he was making little sense even to himself. In and out, forwards and backwards, his hips were flying backwards to meet Hizashi's thrusts only to jerk forward eagerly when Hiza moaned beneath him. Sinking, burning, crashing, maddening.
He couldn't tell anymore because it all was fading into a blur that he'd fought valiantly against all day of sensations that were all screaming at him. It was far too much for his brain and if he didn't stop, he really was going to pass out. He swore he was going to faint dead away as his mind couldn't handle it. It was snapping off reactions that felt sluggish in their timing, that felt frenzied in their movements, but made little sense.
Like a bug squirming or twitching as it was sprayed with bug spray; residual reactions of his body to push him to that pleasure. He could feel himself throbbing, the painful throbbing of his heart and his erection as the inner walls squeezed him so tightly, he wondered how he was even moving as easily as he was. His stomach was tight, flexing painfully until the muscles trembled begging him to wait, wait, wait.
To give it one second and then he'd be okay again much like his thighs. He was strung tight, ready to snap, and it wasn't taking much to get him there as he gasped and whimpered loudly clinging, clinging, clinging. He felt lips moving against his ear, but he couldn't hear the words. What was he saying? What did he want? How did he respond? How could he when it was all blending into an indistinguishable blur until he was only certain of one thing and that singular thing burning, sizzling, through that blending blur of sensations, of colors and touch was that he was-!
"Ahh! Zashi! Zashi, Zashi! Hi-Hiza! Hiza, can't! Can't, can't, can't!"
Was that really him screaming like that? Him screaming desperately like Hizashi did? What surprised him, possibly as much as the duplicate staring up at him with wide eyed worry, was the tears that gushed down his hot face dripping off his jaw as he clawed so viciously at Hizashi he wondered if he was breaking the skin. He couldn't handle it. He couldn't take one more moment of this little mix of hell and heaven, couldn't handle the heat that was flaming and boiling him alive every second.
"I can't-! Cumming! I'm cumming! It's-! Nnnghhh, cumming, cumming! Zashi! Hiza! I-I-!"
He couldn't hear their words, they couldn't reach him as he twisted and writhed desperately between the blonde's as a pleasurable agony like never before ripped through him as he screamed. It was unbelievable how hard it was crashing through him, how it robbed him of words, of hearing, of his damn near sight when his eyes rolled up and he couldn't focus on another thing. His mind couldn't handle it.
He couldn't handle anything. He was jerking, damn near convulsing with how his muscles tightened painfully before jumping and flexing as he trembled with the orgasm ripping through every part of him as his voice raised and howled so loud he wondered how he didn't shatter ear drums for once, how he didn't shatter bulbs. Again, he had reached that pitch that left some part of his little brain awed.
He felt like it was never going to end. For once, he was terrified this orgasm wouldn't end and he'd be stuck in this burning, agonizing pleasure for the rest of his life. And then, then, then when he was screaming something, perhaps the thoughts rushing through him that he couldn't take it anymore, that he realized the orgasm was over. It was over, gone, gone, gone, and he could hear someone sobbing. Someone was wailing, sobbing wildly, and he didn't know who.
It was those breathless, heaving sobs that choked and wracked a person. It wasn't until he began sliding back into his body, the senses too much, the sweaty skin against his and the sheen covering his own skin being far too much that he realized it was him. He was the one sobbing, the one absolutely wailing his lungs out. He wanted to claw his way out of his own skin, away from the skin against his own, and he wanted to curl up somewhere that life couldn't touch him.
Where nothing could touch him. The sudden feeling of sheets felt like glass shards against his skin but that was when he realized why; he wasn't between them anymore. He was on his back, his chest heaving as he sobbed, and Hizashi's shrieking frantic voice of both him and Hiza were finally reaching above the ringing in his ears. He opened his lashes gasping as he stared from the duplicate to the original.
His fried mind, his twitching that was much like those residual movements of his muscles all quivering and twitching idly with the faint sensations of that orgasm clung to him. "Shouta! Shouta, Jesus Christ, are you okay? Should he go to the hospital? What the fuck do we tell them if we do? That we fucked our husband so good he's having a-a fucking seizure or something?"
"I don't know! I don't fucking know! Do we take him to the hospital or Recovery Girl? Do we just-just give him a minute? Does he just need a minute? Or-Or- Ah! His eyes are open! Shouta! Shouta, are you okay? Are you fucking good? Do you need water? An inhaler? The windows open? A fucking hospital?" Hiza was shrieking at him as well though his voice was cracking, tears were shining in his eyes as the absolute panic in his eyes glowed down at him similarly to Hizashi's who was stroking his wet cheeks with a shaking hand.
Fuck. Did he scare him again? He didn't mean too, didn't mean too. It felt- He was so blissful. The world was screaming, shrieking and demanding to be felt all at once but in that moment it was muffled to him as he lookedl azily between Hiza and Hizashi. Both pairs of green eyes glowing with the concern, the panic that he knew they had to feel when Hiza reached out stroking his left cheek with Hizashi targeting the right. Why were his cheeks so wet?
Was he crying? Had he started? Or was it drool? Was he- What was going on? Why was his face wet to begin with? He didn't want to scare Hizashi just like he didn't want to scare Hiza. That wasn't- God, he didn't want that. It just felt so good and he couldn't- How did he say it? How did he get the air down to speak to them about just how-how good he felt right now. Floating in his skin, his head was utterly swimming and he felt like he could puke at any moment but God help him it was good. And then Hiza was speaking, his voice still very much shrill.
"Can you talk? Or do squeezes? No, taps is what we use, right? Tap, Shouta! Tap if you're okay! Or squeeze a hand or something! Let us know you're okay before we bring you to a fucking hospital!"
And so he reached up weakly grabbing Hizashi's wrist squeezing it gently twice in place of the taps they used for their nonverbal answers. No.
"Wh-What do you need, baby? Do you want some water? Hiza, go get some water!"
He felt the other blonde scrambling off of the bed making it shake, bounce wildly as the sound of feet slamming against the carpeted floor followed by the doors being thrown open so violently they slammed against the walls with a loud grinding sound. He flinched at the sound as he looked up at Hizashi who was shaking, shaking, shaking like he was about to come undone as his fingers rubbed at his hot, wet cheeks and rubbing underneath his eyes as he gasped to stop the sobs from flying out of him.
"Shouta, Shouta, baby, I'm so sorry! I'm so so so so sorry! Oh God, look what I did to you! I shouldn't have- I knew better! Oh, baby, baby, I'm so sorry! I won't blame you if you hate me, if you're mad at me, because I deserve it! I shouldn't have gotten you all worked up like that or let myself go along with it! I'm sorry, Shouta, I'm sorry! I should've told you no! I could have just had them duplicate me some other time! Baby, baby, I'm sorry! I can't say it enough! Fuck, I'm so sorry, Shouta! I'm so unbelievably fucking sorry!"
He was sorry? No, that can't be right. Why was Hizashi sorry for giving him the greatest, most amazing gift he's ever had? Yes, he was crying and yes, he wasn't sure how much more stimulation he could get before he blacked out, but he wasn't sorry. Not one bit of him felt regret. He licked his lips swallowing though the action felt more like pins and needles down his throat as he opened his mouth to speak only to wheeze out a little cracking sound that made Hizashi look down at him.
Then the thudding footsteps were rushing towards the room, the blonde duplicate flying into the room and onto the bed in record time with a bottle of water in his hand as he rushed over to Shouta's head. He finally felt that idle twitching abate allowing him to slump against the bed, so damn sweaty and slick he swore he was a puddle against the sheets when the cracking of the bottle being opened sounded and the opening of it pressed to his lips. "Go slow, sweetheart, slow! Little sips, okay? Little ones."
And it was quiet save for the little sips that he took, soothing his throat, and he pulled away taking a breath as water trickled from the corner of his lips down his cheek only for it to be wiped away quickly. He had to say something. One little thing before he faded away completely. He reached shaking hands up to touch Hizashi's cheek, to grab Hiza's hand twining their fingers together. And then he let his lips quirked up into a breathless, positively euphoric smile. He was slipping, slipping, slipping away but he just needs to say-
"Th-That was-! I can't even-!Thank you, Zashi and Hiza! Thank you!"