Fifty Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

This is just smut! Straight smut! Nothing complicated, just fifty chapters of straight smut. Enjoy .

15. Like A Pillow

"Denki's coming over for lunch."

Two pairs of brows raised, blonde and black respectively, when eyes flew to the doorway to look at the indigo haired teen standing there with a little blush to his cheeks at the sight presented before him. Shouta had, for once, let Hizashi plop him up on the counter with his head leaning lightly against the cabinets as he stuck his hands between his spread thighs to grip at the edge of the counter while Hizashi focused on cooking lunch for the three of them.

Eri was happily spending time with Nemuri along with a few girls from 1-A which meant that it was just Hitoshi, Shouta, and Hizashi at home. The blonde in question was happily cooking them a lunch of gyūdon, the meat and onion simmering away in the pan before them creating a rather stomach rumbling worthy scent. Shouta's mouth watered at the scents filtering in the air, his eyes flicking to the rice cooker then to the eggs on the counter and finally to the simmering meat and onions that would be done any minute.

Hizashi always topped their gyūdon with poached eggs, Welsh onions and some grated cheese if he was feeling like really razzle dazzling it that day but there was nothing better than when the blonde topped it with kimchi. It was damn good. His husband, much like himself, wasn't the most fantastic cook but he was leagues better at it than Shouta was though they both had their areas of cooking.

Areas where one was better than the other and lunch meals is where Hizashi seemed to excel at. That and breakfast. Shouta was far more adept at making some rather "mouthwatering" meals for dinner as Hizashi proclaimed happily. Their eyes then looked to one another in a little movement, blinking before Hizashi offered a smile as he pushed away from his place from in front of the stove and then tilted his head at the teen.

"Denki never comes over for lunch. Is there a reason he's coming over now?" He questioned looking at the teen who flushed a gentle red, his brows raising again when he then pointed with his spatula at the teen. "We already know you and he are a thing, that isn't a surprise anymore. Hasn't been a surprise since February. So, is there some kind of special reason that he's coming over for lunch? Are you going out afterwards? Do you need money?"

"I just wanted to invite him over. He needs to get more used to you guys, you're my Dads for all intents and purposes which means he needs to not be so scared around the two of you all the time." Hitoshi then scowled at Shouta rather pointedly making him drop his brows in favor of raising his right one on its own, as high as he could without the other quivering to join its twin. "You're both all bark and no bite! Especially you!"

He pointed at Shouta now making Hizashi throw his head back with a cackle. It was hilarious watching that wicked grin curl of his husband's lips, very much disturbing to a stranger should they had seen it and those black brows raised up on his forehead. A manic look of delight. It was amazing. He smirked at Shouta when the man let his dark eyes flick to him with that 'do you see this shit?' look to them that had him cackling again.

Hitoshi, however, did not find it very amusing when he glared at the two men. "I mean it! You always scare the shit out of him when there's no reason for it! He already thinks you don't fucking like him just because he's blonde!"

"I never once said I didn't like him! Though I definitely never said I didn't like him because he's blonde!" Shouta replied back in a haughty, perhaps even offended tone that had Hizashi snickering as he pushed the onions and meat around the pan making it sizzle up at them before covering it once again to let it simmer.

He was smirking widely when he faced Shouta again, his green eyes sparkling at him, and he rolled his eyes at the sight before turning his gaze back to the teen who was glowering at both of them rather impressively. "I said, 'no loud blondes' and what did you do? You've dated exactly three blondes by this point. You have, as far as I understand from the gossip, dated Monoma for a few months in the beginning of the year before you came into our custody so there's no helping that."

"And it doesn't matter!"

"But more importantly, you then dated Bakugo Katsuki of all people from November to the beginning of January! Then you started dating Kaminari in late February to now. You've got a problem with loud blonde's no matter how many times I've told you to stay away from them." He then cocked his head to the side. "One might start to think you have a thing for blondes, Hitoshi, if you're not careful."

"You-!" It was perhaps a bit funny how the teen seemed to puff up at the words of his adoptive father, Hizashi's smirk widening hugely at the black-haired man before looking to the teen who was bobbing on his toes like he wanted to fly into the room or turn away. "I don't know how you know all of that but it's none of your business! None of it for who I like or dated! It's not all blonde's anyways!"

Hizashi gasped playfully, his hand coming up to cover his lips as if he was shocked by a scandalous confession and he widened his eyes at Hitoshi who blushed fiercely at the reaction no matter how fake it was. "And besides, that's a stupid ass rule of yours! Why should I follow it? You're literally fucking married to a loud blonde!"

"Correction, I'm the loudest blonde he's married too, thank you very much!"

Hizashi bobbed the spatula in his direction before spinning to face the stove again, a light chastising tone in his voice when he lifted the cover and Shouta couldn't fight down a snicker of his own when he smirked at his husband. It felt like forever since he felt this amused, the emotion bubbling in his chest happily, and the blonde seemed to relish in this fact as he smiled at him with that adoration glowing out of his eyes.

He reached forward then flipping the burner off humming happily when he pulled his gaze from Shouta to turn his head in the direction of the teen still weaving in the doorway. "And besides, he came up that rule after he fell in love with me!"

"Mmmm no. I'm pretty sure it was when we met."

"Oh, pish posh!"

"And just like that now we're divorced. I'm taking the kids and all the cats with me."

"Because I said pish posh?"

"No one at thirty should be saying 'pish posh' like that. What are you? A ninety year old heiress in a film noir or something? No one, and I mean no one, at the age of thirty should be saying that shit seriously."

"Well then at least divorce me because I'm annoying, not because I sai-"

"Oh my god, you're both fucking insufferable!" Hitoshi snapped cutting off whatever Hizashi had been about to whine out at Shouta making both men look to the teen as he spun in the doorway, his feet slamming to the floor with every bit of his weight it would seem.

Stomping one might say only a teenager would never admit that, let alone Hitoshi being the teen he was would ever admitting he'd stomped. It wasn't until each step on the stair rang out quickly but with just as hard of an impact did Hizashi begin snickering. Then came the thuds ran up the stairs only for a stumble to be heard making Shouta smirk widely as Hitoshi shouted a curse. He could never explain it but Shouta really did enjoy pushing their son's buttons. Wicked man.

"That fucking kid, dude, I swear he gets more and more like you every damn day! Are you sure he's actually not a secret child of yours? Or related to you somehow?"

Hizashi got out on a laugh, moving the pan off of the burner placing it on the left back one away from the heat when he then reached over and underneath the counter for a smaller pan for the eggs. He didn't reply but merely smirked at his husband with a shrug of his shoulders as the blonde pulled out that pan with amusement glittering in his eyes when he straightened up. "Ahhh, if Hitoshi is like you then Eri will more than likely end up being like me! A blonde without being a blonde! The girl is destined for greatness though I already knew that!"

"God save us all if she turns out like you, Zash." He replied in a playfully catty tone that made Hizashi smirk at him, turning from the stove to push between his legs again and slamming his hands to the counter on either side of his thighs looking at him from underneath fluttering lashes.

His heart skipped naturally in his chest, his finger squeezing the edge, and his stomach fluttered with that airy feeling as he watched Hizashi bite his lip despite his smirk. He leaned forward towards him just a bit, disguising the movement with a squirm as if adjusting himself, and yet those green eyes missed nothing. "So, what do you want to do today? Obviously, we deal with Kaminari for the afternoon but after that?"

"Hmmmm, anything! If you're feeling up for it, that is! How are you doing, by the way? I mean you're all playful and shit but that doesn't mean that you're feeling one hundred percent again."

He sighed when hands came up to cup his face, tilting forward into the hold shutting his eyes for a moment when Hizashi moved his thumbs softly back and forth against his cheek bones. It was a touch, a comforting movement, that he adored. He could admit that much to himself even if he couldn't say it out loud without stumbling over those very words that he knew would have Hizashi a shrieking, happy mess.

Hizashi was more of a worrier than he was. Of course, the blonde was an overthinker so he had thoughts racing through his brain far ahead than what anyone else could possibly realize or think of. While he hated that Hizashi tended to over thing it did leave the blonde prepared for anything even if it was a bit frustrating how much he fussed or worried over things and people. "You know, you really scared the shit out of me on Thursday. I don't know how to handle it when shit like that happens, it was almost like with the choking. You didn't answer, and you were just-"

"I know, Zashi. It won't- Well, I can't promise it won't ever happen again, but you know I was feeling fucking good then, right? It wasn't anything bad, I don't think, because I was fine the rest of the night, remember?"

He opened his eyes to find a pout on Hizashi's lips, but the concern was glowing in those eyes as they flicked over his face restlessly and he smiled softly at the blonde reaching up to press his own palms to the backs of his hands. "It was a lot. I was already overloaded on everything but now I know, personally, how you feel. I know how you sound; I know what you do, and I know how to make you feel just as good as I do if you ever decide to bottom."

"Still, Shouta. It was scary as shit dealing with that first orgasm of yours! I didn't know if something was seriously wrong or not! Damn near had a hospital visit!"

"I get that but it was- I can't even describe how fucking good it was, Zashi. I haven't been on top like that since college when we tried making up after that break up, remember? But unlike how that went it was honestly amazing how good you felt and it was just- God, I'd live it all over again if I could."

"That good, huh? I'd say we could have a threesome with anyone of your choosing, but I think you'd just want to duplicate me over and over, wouldn't you?" He shivered at the low pitch to the blonde's voice, his eyes flashing at him with a hint of that heat that had his breath freezing in his throat. "You liked fucking me that much, huh? Man, if it wasn't me, I'd say I want to know how good it was but because it was me, well, it makes it kinda narcissistic to want to fuck myself now isn't it?"

"Oh, absolutely that'd be narcissistic. Kinda gross too if you wanted to fuck a duplicate of yourself."

"It'd definitely be like taking ' go fuck yourself' to a whole new, very weird fucking level, wouldn't it? But the fact you had fun, despite how that first round ended, makes me a little relieved. I didn't think anyone could cum that fucking hard though, like, shit! I don't think I've ever cum that hard, baby!"

"Then that should be a goal for me and you, huh? I'll see to it that I make you cum that hard at some point." Shouta breathed the words out lifting his hands up from their tight grip on the counter to lock behind Hizashi's neck tugging him tightly to the counter as his legs twitched with the urge to wrap around him as well.

He fought it down valiantly, ignoring it until it faded down, and he felt his cheeks flame with heat that the lustful damn near hungry gaze of his husband's that had longing clenching every muscle in his body. "But I'm really okay, it's not overwhelming anymore. It started getting better Friday afternoon, so if you wanted to-"

He let his words drop off watching, greedily gawking at the way those eyes quickly went from a flaming heat to a smolder that sent chills down his spine as his heart slammed against his chest in that one-two beat that had his stomach dropping with excitement. A small huff of air flew out of him at the sensations, but it was nothing compared to how the next breath he took hitched, shaking down when the hands slid from his hot cheeks along the sides of his neck lightly before resting on his chest.

"If I wanted to do what, huh? You know I always want too, baby! In fact, I have my choice locked in for tonight on what we can do off of the list! We just have to get through the afternoon and then we can lock ourselves away after I tell you about what I want. Deal?"

"Fine. Now get lunch done before Hitoshi has a fucking aneurysm or a conniption because we're acting no better than horny teenagers in the kitchen."

"Yes, sir!"

"Mmmmm."

The sound, quieter than it should have been under the sound of the TV playing, sent a little shiver down Hizashi's back. He reached down tugging Shouta's legs onto his lap, tugging him closer as he curled his arm around his lower back and letting out a little sigh when arms curled around his shoulders. He stroked Shouta's thigh in an idle, absent-minded manner like one would with a cat; slow, even and done without a second thought.

Even the way they moved their lips was a slow, lazy way with not a hint of urgency or excitement but rather filled with a warmth that made his toes curl with the delight it inspired. It was a kiss that had no rush, had no intent to make the other burn hotter, but rather was the type of kiss he honestly lived for. A lazy, slow kiss that sent warmth shooting through his veins as he clung onto Shouta who, in return, clung onto him.

Clinging, stroking, touching, memorizing. It was his favorite way to kiss Shouta, something he really ought to do more, and he hummed softly when he felt his hair moving lightly in its ponytail and he could only guess it was being curled around Shouta's fingers happily. It was something he did even when it was down; always curling a lock around his fingers, twisting and untwisting, like he was a teenage girl talking on the phone or simply bored.

He loved it. He shivered when a hand cupped the back of his neck, nails dragging lightly through the little wisps of hair there at the nape, and he tightened his arm around Shouta with a sigh. It was amazing, this kiss. A kiss that was absolutely swoon worthy. The afternoon following their lunch with Denki had been a lot on his poor husband; he didn't need to be in his body or read his mind to know that.

He tried not too but it was hard not to be loud, not to babble with the blonde teenager until Hitoshi or Shouta was red in the face with the things they would discuss. While it was innocent, very innocent what they talked about, he couldn't deny it was amusing how easily both his husband and their son got so irritated with it but perhaps it was due to Hizashi spilling some little things about their son.

Babbling with Denki about something Hitoshi had done, or how he acted whenever he called, or even about how he played dress up with Eri was enough to make Hitoshi scowl at him viciously. Then it morphed into a glare. A deadly glare he'd seen one too many times from Shouta. It was a loud, wild afternoon of watching the teens game on the Switch then go to the PlayStation, cackling with Denki as they decided dinner preparations and the entire time Shouta was never without a cat.

Never without his phone, never without a jelly packet, and always staring longingly in direction of their bedroom where he knew the man wanted to slink off too. But Hitoshi's words seemed to ring in his ears; Denki thought Shouta didn't like him. While it shouldn't have bothered him that much, he couldn't help but want to remedy the situation just a bit; after all, that's how it felt when Hizashi met both Shouta's mother and stepfather.

So, when the shouts for them to shut up, to be quieter, as they spoke to one another or told the shittiest jokes they had, he refused to let Denki take it to heart. Of course, they were the boy's teachers so naturally he was a nervous talker or a nontalker, but Hitoshi always pushed the blonde to talk to Hizashi claiming their 'Crow brain' would bond them. It was a long afternoon, whether it was because he eyeballed Shouta the whole time.

Worried that one little thing would tip him back into that over stimulation or because time really was sluggishly chugging on by, he didn't know. All he knew was he tried to control his volume but when dinner was decided to be an order out night he had happily agreed and handed his card over to Shouta claiming he'd take care of it tonight; not that they ever fought or debated who would pay, but rather to make things easier.

Shouta rarely carried his cards or wallet with him in the house, but Hizashi was always ready with his tucked in a pocket somewhere on him and so it led to a very animated conversation at the dinner table when the food arrived. Of course, Eri called from Nemuri's phone and that was a whole round of crooning, cooing, and the right amounts of 'oooh!' and 'aaahhh!' sounds aimed at her from himself and Shouta when she held up the pictures she'd drawn.

He assured the girl that tomorrow afternoon he'd be there to pick her up from school, that she'd be home again, and then praised her for being a good girl for sleeping over Nemuri's the weekend even though she loved the woman it was still stressful being away from home. He knew that, Shouta knew that, and even Hitoshi seemed to understand that when he spoke with his adoptive sister briefly.

Then dinner was over, a sigh of relief coming from Shouta who had been sipping at his second glass of wine for the night and Hizashi was nursing his own second glass when both teens rose as Hitoshi claimed they were going to hang out in their room. Of course, this led to Shouta reminding him to leave the door open a crack. Now, to anyone else it would sound like a paranoid parent not trusting his very clearly non-straight son to be alone with a boy in his room but that wasn't the reason he enforced this little stipulation when the boys hung out.

They were allowed, of course, to sleep with the door shut because Hizashi had pointed out that only a psychopath would sleep with an open door of any inch which Shouta absolutely agreed too. But the reason, the main one, for having the door open just a bit when both teens were awake was due to a situation a few weeks ago when spring was in full swing. See, Denki and Hitoshi had been upstairs there had been a situation of a spider.

A large one had somehow spawned into the room, taking Hitoshi and Denki by surprise however the blonde teen had absolutely screamed at the sight of it suddenly appearing like that which is a pretty rational response. However, because of the sudden surge of emotions his quirk had activated instinctively. He fried not only every device in that room, but short circuited every outlet in the room as well but he had also slammed against the door so fast it quite literally smashed into the hallway wall so hard it left a deep hole in the plaster.

It even ripped a hinge out of the wall, how he did that Hizashi would never know, but the metal piece that held the door shot had also been fucked up; rather that piece of the doorknob was broken off into the little hole. It had cost a pretty penny to not only replace the devices in Hitoshi's room, but it also had taken a toll on Shouta when they'd called an electrician in to fix and or replace the outlets in the teen's room.

Shouta had absolutely ranted, claiming it was the most infuriating thing he'd ever had to deal with in his thirty years of life and while he hated to admit it, Hizashi could agree with his husband. Of course, he had an irrational fear of insects, absolutely hated them, but he about burned the house down when not one, but four additional spiders popped up in that week alone prompting Shouta to huffily call a pest control company to come out to see if there was a possibly infestation already.

Five spiders in one week? In Spring? Weird. Suspicious. It did little to help Hizashi relax when the worker told them there was no possible infestation, that it was around that time for the insects themselves to start popping up again much to his horror. He knew it was irrational, knew he had pissed Shouta off, but when he saw one of those giant spiders in the kitchen? Oh, he hadn't thought before screaming at the top of his lungs when it crawled towards him and as a result, he shattered the window above the kitchen sink.

He did feel pity for his poor husband; he was married to man with a dangerous quirk if he wasn't careful and not only that their adoptive son was dating not only a loud blonde but one with a dangerous quirk of his own. It was enough to push any man over the edge. It was when the teens went upstairs that he got a bowl of ice cream for himself and Shouta before walking into the living room presenting it to the man who took it with a little huff but had happily devoured it.

Of course he did, it was one of his favorites after all; Shouta, whether anyone believed it or not, was a glutton for chocolate. Any chocolate, whether it was original chocolate ice cream or a swirl of chocolate through it if it was there then Shouta devoured it. He loved his jelly packets, yes, but he knew the man loved chocolate every once in a while. He positively devoured it in handfuls when he was really stressed and Hizashi was always running out to get him more if he requested it.

That's how, after they finished off the ice cream, he'd stretched an arm out welcoming the black-haired man to crawl underneath it and tuck himself close to his side with an arm around his stomach while he tucked his head up underneath his jaw as they watched the movie. Of course, that didn't last long at all. It had just gotten to the middle bit when Shouta was pulling away, making him tilt his head, only to be kissed so softly that he was helpless against the unspoken offer by the man.

That's where it led to now with the Shouta's legs in his lap, his hands stroking his thigh, and those lips moving sinfully slow against his own as he sighed out softly again. Another quiet little humming sound left Shouta when he slid his hand up the man's back making it arch forward instinctively as he followed the curve of Shouta's spine to the center of his back. Ironic that they allowed themselves to act no better than teenagers themselves.

Hizashi didn't want to say that he didn't care if Hitoshi or Denki was sexually active; that it wasn't his business, that it was his son's, and that all teens eventually got sexual with one another but that was just it. They were teenagers, underage teenagers at that, and so it was his duty to make sure that it wasn't taking place. Obviously, if they wanted to take that step then that was between Hitoshi and Denki but as an adult, as a father, he needed to put his foot down.

To make sure that they were being safe about it even if it made Shouta scowl at the thought. It wasn't that Shouta was outright refusing to let it take place, but he was definitely the parent who drilled it into Hitoshi that he should not do anything sexual unless he was sure, and even then he didn't need to be doing anything sexual for someone he'd been dating for only three months. Ironic, given that it was around that period that Hizashi gave Shouta the first blowjob of their relationship.

He pulled back from the kiss allowing for both of them to take a deep breath as he rubbed his thumb against Shouta's back softly, the black lashes fluttering before lifting to reveal the sight of those foggy dark eyes he adored. While they looked black from a distance, Hizashi knew for a fact that they were merely a very dark gray; black from a distance but up close they may still be dark, but they were gray for all intents and purposes. He loved them.

"I love you, Shouta." He murmured leaning in kissing that stubble covered cheek softly while the man took his deep breaths, his arms tightening around him tugging him closer as he moved his lips down that warm cheek of his towards his jaw feeling Shouta tilt his head back.

Not refusing the path of his lips as he bared his throat to him which he kissed softly, feeling the shiver run through his husband as he did so. He pressed a gentle kiss to the collar bone through the fabric of his shirt before crawling back up his throat back up to that stubbly cheek gently then leaning in when Shouta lifted his head just enough for him to kiss that full bottom lip of his softly.

"I love you so much, Sho."

"Mmm, love you too, Zashi."

He smiled at the way those words were sighed out, lilting and so sweet to hear that it felt like his heart squeezed before stuttering over the beats as he tightened his arms around the black-haired man. A soft sigh washed over his own cheek when lips pressed against it, moving to the bridge of his nose lightly nudging his glasses up but he knew that Shouta was just as helpless as he was to smother his face in kisses.

The man claimed he loved the freckles smattered across the bridge of his nose, fainter on his cheeks but far more noticeable on his nose and while he never liked them, he could find himself appreciating them if it gave him kisses like that. Almost like how he had grown used to the little gap between his front teeth before he was told by his dentist and an orthodontist, he needed braces to fix some of his teeth that had also grown funky apparently. Shouta had been disappointed to see them but quickly grew used to them.

"So, what did you want to do tonight? What did you choose?"

Shit. So, it was now that he wanted to know, huh? He had been strangely hoping that Shouta would just forget about it, but the man wasn't likely to ever forget something like that; he was more stubborn than a dog with a toy. He refused to give it up and he knew that he hadn't forgotten, Shouta knew he hadn't forgotten, so there was only the choice of whether he says it or don't say it. He couldn't just spring it up on Shouta without some back story, right?

He needed to explain what triggered it, what opened that window of the sensation, yet his throat closed. How did you tell your partner, someone you loved desperately, that it ever since he was fucked in that sleepy state that all he wanted to do was hump the shit out of him? How did you even begin to say that? He swallowed when Shouta pulled back, those dark eyes of his flickering over his face while he waited.

Silent as ever. He wanted it, he wanted to do it so badly, that the next breath he took had to be deep and slow before he felt confident that he could speak without stumbling over his words. Or not as horribly as he would have had he not given it a second. "Okay. Okay, um, so you remember the night we did the somnophillia? That whole conversation before you took your pills? And then before your sensory overload kicked in Thursday you were asking me what I liked about it, and I said it wasn't that you were sleeping?"

"Of course, I do. Are you going somewhere with this? How do those conversations connect to this one?"

"I'm getting there, Sho! So, um, I'll tell you what I liked about it! I mean, it shouldn't be weird for me to say it because you're my husband! And I'm not ashamed of it or anything but it's a little weird because I did it and it's a little embarrassing to admit!"

He laughed nervously then when he felt a heat crawling up his neck, bursting to life in his cheeks and watching those dark eyes widen as they flicked over his face again wordlessly. Awe. He was being stared at in awe and it did little to help that burning blush on his cheeks. God, this felt just as painfully anxiety inducing as his confession to Shouta after Oboro got with Nemuri. But if he did that then he could tell his husband, his partner, what he wanted.

"It, uh, it wasn't the fact that you were asleep. At least I don't think that's it. I mean, yeah, I was excited, but I wanted you to wake up rather than stay asleep which was a whole different thing we'll talk about later. But, um, it was hot how you reacted in your sleep which is the truth but that was only a teeny, tiny little part about it. It was something else together that I did and it-!" He paused lifting his hands from Shouta, rubbing at his hot cheeks like it could scrub the blush away.

"Zashi, it's okay. Take your time."

"It's just hard to say it! It's weird and I don't want you to think I'm a pervert for doing it!" He got out hearing his own voice crack watching those eyes widen again, the gray shining at him as the right hue of lighting hit them from a scene change in the movie and he couldn't even appreciate that as he rubbed his cheeks harder.

Squishing them before dropping his hands with a smack against Shouta's thighs without thinking twice about it. He had meant to smack his own but given the legs covering them it was impossible to do so but Shouta didn't so much as flinch when those hands came down. "So that night, I-I didn't dive into the sex part. Not at first, not like you think, but it was worked up too. And- Shit, I don't why this is so fucking hard to just say to you. But, um, well when you were sleeping, I was ge-getting there and I was sitting on top of you and I was- Fuck, I used you like a fucking pillow!"

It was quiet. His heart sounded loud in that silence, the wide dark eyes on him, and then finally he saw the realization click in his husband's eyes that then had a red blush rushing up to burn under the pale skin. He wanted to hide his face behind his hands, the urge making them twitch against Shouta's thighs, and the black-haired man wheeze out a little breath before taking in another one as those eyes burned into him. He knew Shouta didn't mean to gawk, to stare at him with surprise, but it didn't help the situation and he wasn't going to yell at him to lose the look.

"What?"

"Fuck me- So, r-remember when we were talking before dinner about it, and I was talking about how you acted during a wet dream? And then I said there was one time when I woke up with a pillow between my legs, but I didn't know how it got there? I lied. I fucking lied, I'm a liar, and I was lying even then! I didn't want to seem like I'm desperate for sex all the time because I'm not! I'm really, really not! I promise I'm not! But that night I put it there!"

He was speaking so fast it was a string of babble that trembled higher and higher, his voice rising to a pitch that someone would get when being accused of something and they were growing defensive. It was something Eri and Hitoshi did given their ages but he was a grown man. A man who was talking to his husband and shouldn't be so embarrassed about it.

"Yo-You were on patrol, or you were out getting the zoomies out, but I woke up from and I couldn't- I didn't want to actually masturbate so I used a pillow! And-And that night when you were sleeping, I did the same thing to you I would to a pillow and it was- God, it was good! I liked it. Liked it, liked it. A whole fucking lot. It was like you were this big, person-shaped pillow that felt so much better than a stupid pillow and I could hump it all I wanted! But better because it was you, smelled like you, felt like you and I just- Oh my fucking god, please just shut me up, dude! Tell me to stop talking! Tell me to just shut the fuck up already, Shouta! I'm not making sense and-"

"You just want to hump me? Is that what you want tonight? For me to just...just let you? Let you get off like that?"

God, why did hearing it phrased like that make that impossibly hot blush in his cheeks positively sizzle beneath his cheeks? He couldn't speak, he couldn't find it in him to say anything as his lips for once trembled wordlessly before he nodded. His heart was thumping painfully against his chest, not fast, but with solid hits like someone striking at his chest with a fist; bam, bam, bam. Over and over. "Zashi, you're not gross and it's not something to be upset about. To be fair I'm sure there's people out there that can say that they have used a pillow or currently use a pillow to masturbate like that. If it makes you feel better-"

The man paused to take a breath, closing his eyes, before opening them again letting out that breath. "I can't say it was good at the time, but I tried that. To use a pillow. A few times actually but I didn't like it, especially when you and I had just gotten to the whole penetrative sex stage in our relationship. If you want to, though, I don't mind. I honestly don't think I'm up for actual sex tonight, but if you want to get off, if you want to masturbate and humping me helps that then let's go head. I don't care one bit if you need me like that."

"You absolutely care, Shouta! You care, I know you do! It's like admitting to doing something really fucked up and the other person says it's okay, but they really think it's fucked up or weird!" He knew it irritated Shouta the way he moaned out his words with that agonized undertone given the look that flashed in those dark eyes when he dropped his voice when a wave of laughter from upstairs drifted down the stairs.

"Hizashi, I really think it's-"

"Fucking weird, isn't it? I don't think- I mean, I don't think it would mean anything at the time but it's all I can think about lately! It's all I think about, day in and day out since, and it shouldn't be in my head! It's not like fucking in the car! That was teenage Hizashi's dream and while it still is mine, the humping thing is weird! We didn't even do that as teens, dude!"

"Hizashi! Listen to me, it's not fucking-!"

"It's shameful, it's so weird! I may be bold, be confident and devil may care but goddammit that's not how you are! I don't want to spook you off and I'm doing that! I just told you I humped the shit out of you while you were sleeping and that alone is fucking weird! I know I came up with this whole challenge, but I just can't help worrying more and more that something is going to be too much and you're going to look at me with-with disgust!"

"Oh, my fucking god, Hizashi! It's not disgusting! It's not fucked up and it's not fucking weird! Goddammit, I do not give one single fuck if you want to use me like that and I do not care if it's seen as weird by others! Did you think I was weird when I wanted to do pet play? Did you think it was weird when I wanted to roleplay? Did you think it was weird when I wore the lingerie? The choking? The goddamn cock cage? The fucking degradation? Did you think I was fucking gross or weird during any of that? Huh? Did you?"

He stared at Shouta who was now reaching his hands up to grab his hot cheeks, fingers digging into them just enough to make it impossible to turn his face away as those dark eyes seared into him, the light once again highlighting the dark gray of them, before they were back to that familiar black hue when the lighting changed. His brows were tugged tight over those eyes, a deep crease formed from the movement alone, and he took a few deep breaths. Took a moment to process, then shook his head.

"Then if you don't think that what I want is weird then what you want isn't weird, Hizashi. You told me you wanted me to call you Daddy, something I swore would never be a casual thing but it's actually your title with the whole BDSM thing and is being used more and more lately. Yes, I thought it was weird, but I'm not going to shame you for it! So, if you want to hump me like I'm a pillow or use me like a-a fucking sock then do it!"

"But I'm-!"

"My husband and I'm exploring this shit with you whether you like it or not, so tell me how much you want something, and we'll do it! You know that! So, tell me what you want right now! Say it!"

It fell into the quiet again, the TV being the only thing that broke it up, as those dark eyes burned at him making his heart race as he could see the intent, the determination in those eyes as black lashes fluttered in fast little blinks. Then those hands dropped from his face, reaching down picking his hands up and weaving their fingers together with a tight squeeze being delivered that had him looking down when Shouta began stroking his hands gently with his thumbs.

Waiting again. A bit impatiently but he was waiting. So, he took a deep breath then let it out slowly; funny how their roles were flipping. How he was constantly assuring Shouta what he wanted wasn't weird and now here he was feeling squeamish or unsure about something they wanted to do for fear Shouta would find it gross somehow causing the brunette to comfort him. He let out that breath then took one more, let it out, then swallowed and licked his lips before speaking. "I want to do it. I want to actually hump the fucking shit out of you, Sho."

"Then we'll do it. I don't have a problem with you hum-" He cut off quickly at the sound of feet on the stairs, flying down them it seemed prompting him to look over Shouta's shoulder at the source when Hitoshi popped his head around the doorway, his mouth open to speak only for it to snap shut as his purple eyes flickered between both men.

At the red faces, at their close proximity, at their hands interlocked together. A blush rose in the teens face then at the sight when Shouta cleared his throat before he leveled what he had to guess was a glare at the teen. One of warning. Challenging him to say something. It felt mortifyingly embarrassing how it felt like Hitoshi had just walked in on them having sex; a complete reversal from how it would feel to walk in on his parents doing something like that.

Was that surprised look on his son's face because he'd never seen a blush on Hizashi as well? That he never blushed but now the sight was like seeing a freakshow? "What do you need, Hitoshi? Are you leaving?"

"Yeah, we're running down to the store. Gonna get some snacks and drinks for tonight then we're gonna meet up with the others for a little while. We'll probably be back around nine-thirty or ten, whichever happens faster." Hitoshi replied before looking between the men again, his gaze lingering on Hizashi's face perhaps a bit too long as he felt a light throbbing in his cheek as another wave of heat assaulted his cheeks.

God, why was that gaze bothering him so much? Why were they staring at each other like this was some kind of Western standoff made worse when Denki appeared behind Hitoshi, his gold eyes flickering between the three of them curiously? His eyes then finally lit up with realization, much like Shouta's had, when his eyes landed on the red faces, the locked hands and again that proximity; all things Hitoshi had seen for his face began turning a soft pink as he looked away politely.

"Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone. You always say that since I'm your kid and that I shouldn't do anything stupid so the same thing applies to you even if you are adults. Don't do anything fucking stupid. No premarital sex either and make sure your doors are open when I get home."

"It's not premarital sex, Hitoshi, and if you think that's funny then you're sorely mistaken." He could see a red flush to Shouta's neck, to the tips of his ears from his blush, and the snap in his voice was sharper than any whip crack could hope to be as he squeezed the man's hands. It was funny, just a bit, and even he could admit that, but Shouta always had a streak for getting defensive if Hizashi was even a bit embarrassed.

"Mmmm, I don't think so. You guys may be adults but you're pretty reckless. So make sure your doors are open and I don't wanna hear any premarital sex going on."

"If anything, those things apply to you! If I find out somehow, someway, that you went to that convenience store to buy anything related to sex you'll be in for it. Hizashi won't stop me, God will weep, and Eri will finally be an only child! You think training is hard now? Buy anything with sex on your mind and you'll find that what you do now is easy. I can't stop you from wanting too but God help you if I catch you or Denki doing that under this roof while I'm here. Even Hizashi can only handle so much and teenage sex is pushing it, you hear me?"

"Then where are we supposed to have sex when we do?" Hitoshi replied in a sarcastic, huffing way when he narrowed his eyes on both his fathers and Hizashi then looked to Shouta before making the decision; they could play, they could snap, but there was something about it that was leaning towards going too far.

It was time to shut it down, quickly, before it evolved into a biting scathing battle of the wits between Hitoshi and Shouta. Something that he'd experienced one too many times since they gained custody of the teen and he wasn't really in the mood to see another one of those battles between them tonight. Not when he had other things he wanted to do. It was these thoughts that prompted him to tug his hands away, pushing the legs on his lap off before climbing to his feet.

"Alright! Alright, enough! Toshi, if you ever have sex, you do it in your own time! You have a dorm at U.A if you want it that badly and think you're that grown, then you can do it there! If you do it here you make sure I either have my hearing aids out- No, scratch that, wait for me to be gone, that Shouta is gone, and Eri is out of the house because I don't want you running around having sex in strange places!"

He then turned to Shouta with a tight glare that made black brows raise at him with an incredulous look of 'are you fucking serious? You're mad at ME?' that had him squinting at the man. "You, on the other hand, sound like a dick. Now go to the bedroom, I'll deal with you there! Toshi, you're not to come home past midnight and if by some chance you do, you have the house key, right?"

"Yeah."

"Good! Now go! Have fun, be young, go do you!"

He then flapped his hands in a shooing motion when he heard the front door handle twist, aware of Shouta standing up off the couch brushing past him with a mumble of something unintelligible leaving him though once he was already out of view did it click. And shivers dan down his spine sending goosebumps breaking out over his skin as he took a breath. He lifted the remote turning the TV off, listening to the sound of feet on the floor, and then the front door swung shut with a thud followed by the quiet click of the lock being turned from the outside.

Why, he had no clue, but he was then taking a moment to shake out his hands. To calm his nerves making them tremble lightly. He took a deep breath then let it out slowly, feeling his legs lightly trembling with the urge to move in the direction of the bedroom. He just needed one second. In. Out. In. Out. He closed his eyes as he sucked in one more breath, held it down in his lungs, and the second he let it out his feet were making the decision for him.

He flew forward out of the living room into the hallway, nearly sliding on the wood floor in his socks. He ran down the hallway, throwing himself blindly around the corner praying the cats wouldn't decide that now was the time to run in front of him, and then he was flying across the floor to the little hallway of their bedroom. He ran right up to those doors throwing them open then dashing inside slamming them shut with a loud bang that had Shouta jumping from his position on the bed as he flipped that little lock.

Then he held himself there. Tight against the door watching Shouta position himself against the pillows, braced on his forearm to slid down onto his back, and stared right back at him bold as anything. Waiting. Impatiently waiting. His breaths were quiet, as quiet as he could make them, but they shook and trembled on their way in then out as he stared at Shouta. It was only when the black-haired man slid right onto his back did his feet once again make that decision.

He didn't twice before he was running for the bed throwing himself onto it making it bounce as he crawled over to Shouta. He swallowed as if to loosen his tight throat to speak, to say something to what the man had mumbled at him but with those dark, dark eyes on him he couldn't think of a single thing he wanted to say. He knew he should appear confident, bold as anyone would expect of a top and occasional dominant, but he couldn't.

He couldn't grasp that façade, that little act that made Shouta's breath tremble out of him. Not right now. It wasn't needed, wasn't wanted, and he didn't have the brain capacity to do it. He watched those black lashes flutter with each blink, wondering if they managed to tickle the skin the way he imagined they would, and he sat there on his knees next to him. Not moving an inch. He knew realistically he could do as he pleased, straddle his husband and sit on top of him but his body felt strangely tight.

Locked down. As if he were afraid to move a muscle. He watched the emotions flicker one by one through Shouta until they settled. Impatience. Curiosity. Impatience again. Confusion. And finally, they stopped on an irritated heat that burned at him. What were his own emotions? Did they flicker on his own face much like that? Or was he hiding them better than he thought? He leaned over then, placing his hand next to Shouta's left upper arm on the mattress as he finally coaxed himself to move.

It was slow, but he was moving. Despite that irritated look that Shouta possessed he could hear the little hitch of his breath, saw those lips parting and he saw the subtle tilt to his husband's head as he lifted his face up. He leaned down in stuttering, slow movements, wanting to give him the opportunity to walk away. To throw his hands up and stop him from going through with it. He'd understand more than anything if he did and while he pained him at the idea of not being able to do something he'd been thinking about for days he would accept it.

There was always a line in the sand and the last thing he wanted was to cross it. Like Shouta said multiple times; he gave an inch and Hizashi would run a mile without meaning too. He hovered in front of those lips, his own tingling with the urge to press down to his husband's, his heart thumping quickly against his chest as their breaths mingled and he held himself there. Final offer. Unspoken but it was there.

He got an annoyed grunt from Shouta, the sound grating out and absolutely ringing with that emotion when his own eyes widened as Shouta's hands came up grabbing the back of his head yanking him down. He inhaled sharply then let it out as slowly as he could but even that came out in stuttered puffs, and he heard that all too familiar sigh from his husband. He moved his lips slowly, lazily even, much like he had on the couch only those hands clutched at him as if he would pull away any moment, but he had not a single intent to do something like that.

He was going all in; every little risk ringing loud and clear that he could be unbearably embarrassed about it later however that was for later. That was the future, this was the present, and in this moment, he wanted nothing more than to kiss Shouta until he was squirming beneath him. Clinging to him. He moved his other hand up to press on to the bed of Shouta's upper right arm then, without moving his lips the best he could, he shifted himself before he could think twice and threw his leg over Shouta's waist settling down on top of him.

He got a little grunt from him when his weight came down, but the hands slid into familiar positions; one was curling, twisting and playing with his ponytail again while the other slid down to the nape of his neck again to scratch through the wisps of hair. Just like before. It had him melting against Shouta, that tension giving away ever so slightly allowing his hips to slid backwards in order to bring his chest a little closer to Shouta's as he happily kissed the man.

Slow, easy but with building heat he was using ever so hesitantly. He knew realistically after this a shower was absolutely going to be needed given he wasn't taking a single stitch of clothing off; refused too. Not that he didn't think he could stop himself, not that it would lead to sex, but he found there was a strange thrill in keeping his clothes on. Like he was Hitoshi's age; a teenager about to make out shamelessly with his boyfriend and was excited at the prospect of some sexual encounter that would lead to a shameless dry humping session.

It was an odd thought that made him want to laugh though that would require pulling away from those full, soft lips beneath his and that was the last thing he wanted to do. God, how could he love someone's lips so much? How could he melt over every aspect of those lips beneath his own every damn time? He wished all the time he had fuller lips, something that would make kissing the black-haired man possibly better and yet Shouta always claimed he didn't care if his own lips were a touch thinner.

Didn't care if there was a little lacking in that just like he claimed he didn't care that Hizashi had no ass to speak off. He said he was lanky, slim and every part of him went with that body shape of his; so, if it meant he had no ass, if he had thinner lips, then he didn't give one single fuck, but Hizashi couldn't help but hate that. Of course, he had his confidence that he was attractive, knew what his highlights were from his face to his hair and the length of his own legs that Shouta could drool over depending on what he wore.

But he just wished he could have fuller lips and definitely a bigger ass. He'd spent years hearing Shouta and Nemuri talking -or would it be gossiping? - over pro-heroes' asses in their costumes, All Might being a hot topic, or even random people on the street that they saw and mentioned in passing to one another. It was frustrating but then Shouta was always grabbing his ass, squeezing it as he was pulled closer during those days and even now did the man's hands gravitate towards it.

Like he had to make up for that. He didn't know. Maybe it was fine? If thinner lips and a flat ass were deal breakers then Shouta wouldn't have humored it, right? Or he'd mention it at least once in their fifteen years together, right? He was tugged out his thoughts by a little noise from the man in question as a tap at the back of his neck grabbed his attention; a single little tap followed by a little O then K shape making him huff out a little laugh through his nose.

He leaned on his right hand briefly then drummed his fingers against Shouta's upper arm softly in that two-beat rhythm of Yes. All without needing to speak. It made him notice that Shouta had tensed up, stiffened beneath him, when he relaxed again and he threw himself happily into kissing the black-haired man. He moved his lips softly, a touch faster than that slow and lazy pace making a hum leave his husband as those hands tightened ever so slightly in their holds on him.

The pleasure of it was so delicious that he found himself humming right back to him. It was quiet, painfully quiet save for their breathing that was hitching every once in a while, the slick sound of their lips moving as they grew damp and slid against one another far better than they had before. He heard a quiet, airy moan leave Shouta when he pressed his lips harder to his, favoring in picking up that speed again with the right amount of heat, the right amount of desire that he felt.

While he loved kissing him slowly, lazily, there was time to do that later. Hell, he'd kiss him all afternoon long tomorrow and the days after it if he so desired. Though now he wanted to kiss him fiercely, hard and hear those airy moans leave his husband. He loved how soft, how plush Shouta's lips were and he especially loved seeing them shift into that adorable little pout he often got when he was deep in thought or unhappy with something. It was adorable, absolutely heart stopping.

He could feel Shouta's lips moving with his own, the little breaths that rushed against his cheek quickly, increasing with every inhale until he felt the man twitching underneath him and shifting. The hands now tightened fiercely onto him as if to clutch at him, to keep his face firmly to his own, and he moaned softly at the feeling as he kissed him fiercely allowing the heat to spill into the kiss with that stirring of desire.

The lust that was pooling through him intensely like a pressure in his groin, in his stomach, and making him tremble lightly with excitement. There was always something thrilling about getting something that was simply thought about; an idea or a fantasy that was finally becoming reality. He knew it was how Shouta felt that night with the duplicate. Euphoric. Excited. Becoming unbearably aroused.

He was breathing quicker, nearly panting with the hitching air coming in and out much like his husband feeling himself twitch when he then slid his apart just enough to adjust himself a little to the right. He shivered when his husband moaned with that higher pitch, the sound a touch excited, when he pressed himself down against his hips. He knew that each twitch his dick gave against the man was felt gave those shivers.

Little twitches he gave himself as if fighting the urge to rub himself up against Hizashi. He licked at that full bottom lip, the softness smoother than one would expect though he could tell that lately Shouta had been picking at his lip, but he didn't mind it at all. Not one bit. He breathed out heavily when Shouta's lips parted, his heart flying against his chest as if to pump every drop of blood his body possessed right down to his twitching dick in a combined effort to get him hard.

How he hadn't on the couch, how he hadn't when Shouta gave him permission, he didn't know. All he knew was his husband was moaning into his mouth as he twisted, rubbed and flicked his tongue against Shouta's happily making the man squirm underneath him making his heart thud faster. Faster, faster, impossibly faster. His stomach dropped excitedly, that fluttering sensation much more intense than he ever remembered since they fucked in the car, and he moaned back at Shouta when he felt the man playing then nudging his piercing.

It was a strange sensation, it always was, but he was used to it and could even admit he liked it when they used that piercing in the playful way; it is what he got it for and what his intent was aimed at when he had it pierced. He could hear the little swallows beneath him, every once in a while, but audible, and he shivered at the sound as he heard a whimper fly out of Shouta when he failed to stop his hips from jumping against him.

It was a brief little movement, but it sent a spark of pleasure through him making him moan eagerly, making that decision for himself to start grinding his hips down. Little movements that had Shouta whimpering out again as he moved his tongue excitedly, his breaths hitching and cresting into little pants of that emotion as he rolled his hips against his husband's hip. He swallowed himself when he broke the kiss, the pleasure swelling under his skin making him warm, so unbelievably warm.

He happily trailed his lips to the hot stubbled cheek happily moving down towards his jaw. His breath hitched when he felt the hip beneath him twitch up as if to raise into a better position, and he bit at the edge of his jaw making a whine leave Shouta as his head tilted back to the pillow to bare his throat up again. He let his lips crawl down to it, kissing the surprisingly soft flesh before dragging his teeth against it relishing in the squirm he got from the black-haired man.

He kissed his throat, nipping at the Adam's Apple feeling it then bob under his lips when he placed a kiss afterwards and he moaned against his skin, abandoning those hesitant little movements. He ground his hips down in tight circles, a movement that had his breath hitching at the crash of pleasure he found himself drowning under as he moved faster, faster until he felt the man beneath him moving just a bit in time with his movements.

Was he copying or moving due to his movements? He didn't know. He didn't want to know. All he could understand, all he wanted to know, was just how good it was going to get. The fingers twisted his ponytail tightly around them, the fingers clawing idly at the back of his neck still, as a whine escaped his husband with a squirm as his back arched upwards when that sound ended on a sigh.

Shamelessly, eagerly, he ground himself down against the firm pressure provided to him by that hip and he moaned leaning down kissing at Shouta's chest through the fabric of his shirt feeling the racing heartbeat. He loved it. It was just as good- no, it was even better than that night because he was awake. Those dark eyes would open, the lashes would flutter, and his heart was positively racing wildly in time with his own from the sensations.

It was the response he wanted more than anything. The feel of Shouta squirming, trying not to move, that he wanted. He really was like a pillow that he desperately ground himself against, though much firmer than anything he'd ever used before, and he obviously smelled so much better than a pillow. Felt warmer than one. Yet he laid still, holding himself tight save for those twitches and squirms that broke through that he was no doubt a minute too late to stop.

He panted when he moved back up to kiss the stubbly cheek rapidly, the same spot over and over until his lips merely rested against the skin as he panted unevenly, excitedly against it. He could feel similar breaths brushing his own cheek as he whined against that cheek, his hips moving in bigger movements that still moved tightly in that circular manner. He then pushed down with enough force to pin the raised hip beneath him down to the bed earning him a moan.

He knew he needed to move, as anyone would cringe with lips or breaths against their cheek too long, but he couldn't think. He couldn't make himself move as he felt the heat from that blush radiating onto his lips, onto his own hot face, making his glasses dig into his cheek bones and the bridge of his nose annoyingly yet it didn't matter. He couldn't bring himself to take them off, to move away, to do something.

His brain could only focus on the little things; the things that mattered in that moment like moving his hips faster, grinding harder against the pressure he got from that hip, and how he wanted to squeeze Shouta like he was a pillow, how he could grip onto him tightly, where he could place his hands. Those were the only things his brain prioritized. If Shouta wanted him to move, he had to say it, but he got nothing.

Nothing but those racing, hitching breaths that were nearly as ragged as his own with excitement. They never really did this; not as adults anyhow though it was rare when they did it as teens, but it was thrilling in a way he expected and adored as he moaned. It was good, so fucking good, and he wondered why he'd never done this before. He wasn't always one to use pillows in his youth but when there was the urge to masturbate but not to want to go through the bells and whistles of doing the act a pillow was good enough for him.

While he didn't do it often -as it wasn't needed- but sometimes to grind up against something that was folded and pressing just right was exactly what he would need. Especially if Shouta wasn't there. He'd never, ever, do it if his husband was in the vicinity but rather, he would wait until he was gone. Or do it while he was gone. It was embarrassing, though he was far from someone who preached his own privacy to his husband, it was just one of those things he didn't want to do in front of him.

The gasping moan he got from Shouta had his eyes fluttering open, unaware of when he'd shut them, and whimpered at the realization that he'd instinctively begun moving in time with his thoughts. Hard, frantic and determined did his hips move as he ground down against Shouta's hip making the man tremble beneath him as the hand at the nape of his neck moved down to grip the fabric of his shirt tightly.

Felt it tremble against his back from the tightness of that grip. His hips twitched when he ground down as his brain whispered that as nice and as fucking good it was to grind down there was that other movement that he found felt even better. He pushed himself away from Shouta's cheek, reaching up to ease the hand in his hair out much making his husband whine loudly at the loss only for black lashes to flutter open to stare at him curiously.

He pushed himself onto his knees, his grinding movements far easier to perform in that position as well, but the hands he'd tugged away from himself weaved with his own giving him something to hold onto. Something to clutch at when he realized he hadn't known where to put them. He watched Shouta's chest rising and falling quickly, his foggy dark eyes that were watching him still with curiosity and he let his lips tilt up into a smirk when he ground down viciously once, twice in a harsh circular movement that had Shouta moaning delightedly.

Then he began moving in that familiarly delicious way; he began sliding his hips, backwards and forwards, making that smirk drop from his lips immediately when he moaned loudly over the sound of his husband's. Ohh, it was better. So much better. Each slide sent a spark of heat up his spine making him arch forward, his hands squeezing at Shouta's, and he couldn't for the life of him think of closing his mouth even if his throat felt far too dry from the pants leaving him.

He didn't think before letting that next moan fly out of him, nor took the moment to consider how high it would be, as his head fell back but he felt the fingers twitch between his making him feel a stab of guilt. Shit. He really needed to work on that, needed to control himself much better but it was so easy to forget. To lose himself in the pleasure that was sparking up through him made him burn.

Fuck, he hadn't even thrusted his hips against Shouta that night, had only ground himself and slid like he was now but God help him he knew it was going to be the most euphorically pleasurable thing he could do. His thighs twitched as he spread them wide, wide as they could possibly go before his hips panged at him that it was too far and even then, he still rubbed himself down against Shouta's hip with a moan echoing beneath him.

The groan flew out of him when Shouta squirmed beneath him, whimpering loudly then, as he straightened his head to look down at his husband feel a moment of concern that something was possibly wrong. A genuine moment discomfort for the man. And he let his gaze drop down when he felt the hip under him rise pleadingly, the look on his husband's flushed face prompting him to do so when it clicked in his foggy mind.

Ah, how could he forget? He took a moment to adjust himself, nearly whimpering when he moved away from the beautiful hard angle of that hip only to moan when he pressed himself against the hard bulge beneath him, getting himself an ecstatic moan from his husband. He wondered, for just one second, if he would have to switch his position when he inevitably began those movements, the ones he knew they both were waiting for but the dark eyes on him begged him not to move.

Not to adjust himself again. He groaned squeezing those hands in his, his hips resuming that sliding movement with what he hoped was the perfect amount of pressure only for him to jolt in time with his husband. The absolute, burning pleasure it sent ripping up his spine and flaring heat under his skin was worth it. He didn't know what he loved better, the hard angle of Shouta's hip or the hardness pressing against his own as he slid forward and backwards against it.

He'd figure it out later, later, later. It wasn't important. He loved the moan he got from his husband, the high pitch of that ecstasy ringing out making him shiver with a whine as he moved his hips faster. Backwards, forwards backwards, forwards, a mind-numbing pace as he moaned shamelessly. As amazing as it was to be in Shouta, to pound the ever-loving shit out of him, this was so- So what?

Fantastic? Electric? So goddamn good he felt like he was melting away? That it was so much hotter, much more erotic than he had initially thought? He wanted to say it all. He wanted to babble at his husband and yet he couldn't. There was nothing he loved more than talking dirty, spitting the filthiest things his brain could come up with to make Shouta moan and writhe until he was desperately twisting himself against him, he found he couldn't muster a word.

Like he didn't know a single word of the human language; didn't know anything relating to it. All that filled his head was that he needed to move harder, move faster, press down firmer and focusing on the lust that flamed under his skin while the pleasure zapped up his spine making him jerk sporadically. He whimpered when he felt the hips jumping up beneath him making him jerk up just a bit.

The answering whine he got from Shouta sent shivers down his spine as his breaths came in heaving gasps. It was unbelievable how just a few little movements were making him fall apart. He slid his hips fast, hard as he could manage without it bordering on any possibility of pain, and even then, he had the feeling neither of them would complain about a touch of pain. Though that wasn't the goal; it wasn't what he wanted.

He jerked, his thighs jumping as the bouncing thrusts of Shouta's hips had those high keening moans spilling out of him making the man flinch lightly as they only climbed higher, and he strangled a new one that tried clawing its way out of him. Like with the movements of his hips, he didn't want to cause pain that way or with his voice. But it was hard. It was so hard when his mouth was hanging open with his pants and his throat felt tight with the moans and the groans that he was choking down.

He felt the erection below him twitching, making him whine as those bouncing thrusts managed to line up for his forward slides making a moan fly out of Shouta as his back arched up again squirming as his hands squeezed his tightly. His fingers were cramping, begging to flex outwards, yet he couldn't even appease that part of himself because he simply wouldn't let go of those hands.

Wouldn't, wouldn't, wouldn't. He refused. Won't. Shouta would have to kill him to make him let go now and killing someone without the use of their hands was hard to do. He moved frantically against him, sliding down with a force that had them both writhing against each other, moans cresting up as he did so, and he found that as wonderful, as mind-numbingly fantastic it was, he needed to change it. He had to. There wasn't a choice, wasn't a window to deny it, and he knew he'd hate how shamelessly he did it later.

He knew he'd joke about it but would blush horribly at the memories of it, yet he couldn't care now. He leaned forward, digging his knees into the mattress as he pressed their hands to the bed, and those eyes flared at him with an excited sounding gasp leaving Shouta. It wasn't their usual sex but goddamn if it didn't feel just as thrilling as it. He gasped as he kissed at the chin, the jaw of his husband's relishing in the stubble beneath his lips and he loved the cry he got from the man as he began jerking his hips roughly.

Rutting, jerking desperately against him, the fabric of their pants rubbing together was loud as he grunted quietly at the sizzling wave of pleasure rushing up his spine and bursting under his skin. He slammed his hips forward, roughly against his husband, and unlike with a pillow he loved that he wasn't soft enough to give under his hips but was a solid force he was hitting against. He loved it.

He felt those hips beneath him thrusting up against him in response, eagerly grinding in between with the pants that flew out of him and he lowered his lips down whimpering against Shouta's throat as he began moving faster. Desperately. The rubbing of the fabric against his straining erection, the feel of a similar hardness rubbing as well at him each he hit forward, the sound of the fabric brushing against the other, and the trembling hands he squeezed fiercely at.

The sounds of their wild, excited panting filling the air, the sweat beading on his forehead as his heart throbbed in its hits against his chest, and the moans that flew out of them, the whimpers, the whines. It was a melody, a cacophony of elements that had him nearly wheezing in his gasps as he rutted against the man who was moving with the same intent. Why had he never thought of this?

Dry humping wasn't a weird thing, wasn't strange at all, yet it never entered his realm of possibilities until that night. They always ground against one another until clothes were flying off but this? This was different. He'd never, ever, thought of this. Not even that one time Shouta had tried humping his leg in his sleep. How did it not click then that he wanted to do it too? His whimpers, much like his moans, were climbing higher and higher as he tried desperately to muffle himself against the skin of Shouta's throat feeling the man shuddering beneath him.

It was a hard feat. It was so hard. He could hear his husband whimpering wildly above him, the sounds high as they could possibly go, and did little to help his own sounds from slipping out against his throat that vibrated with every noise he produced. He couldn't stand it much longer. It was a painful, pleasurable agony that he was drowning under, and he was swimming deeper rather than pulling himself from that pleasure.

His hips jerked wildly, frenzied in their movements that had the ones beneath him moving just as wildly, just as frantic, and he moaned loudly into his husband's throat clutching so tightly at his hands he knew he should let go. He knew it had to hurt, had to be painful at this point, but the moment he thought about it the fingers were digging into the backs of his hands keeping him from pulling them away. Honestly, genuinely, he felt like a wild animal.

Desperately, agonizingly blind in his pursuit of the pleasure was humping at the closest thing to him until his eyes were rolling back. He felt like some kind of horny teenager finally touching another person. He ground his hips forward when Shouta's arched up to do the same, and the little muffled moans flying out of him when he pushed himself up to look down at his husband were loud. Far too loud.

How they could be muffled but loud he had no clue, but they flew out of him in little puffs of air as he moved his hips fast as he dared against his husband, as hard as he dared. He felt his orgasm creeping through him; slow but with enough pressure to make him fly forward faster, excitedly as he felt it that pressure knotting in his groin and the muscles in his stomach trembling lightly in promise to tense the moment it washed over him.

Failing to suppress a shiver at those foggy, distant dark eyes staring up at him, the red flush to those pale cheeks that positively burned there and how those lashes fluttered with his fast blinks. His own mouth hanging open as he panted raggedly, harshly with his hips jumping and thrusting against him just as eagerly as his own hit against Shouta. It was an image of pure, unadulterated beauty.

And he was the luckiest person to view it whenever he wanted. Shouta had always, always, always been unfairly attractive and had always garnered the attention of every person in a room whether they were female or male, no matter what he did he had eyes on him. Even if he was wearing the raggediest thing he possibly could he got that attention. He wasn't too terribly slender but he had the muscles to show that not only was he strong but he had a fuller form due to it, though he knew from their teenager years just how slender, how slim his husband had been.

Proportioned beautifully even then. He loved every little stage of his husband's body, of his appearance, and he had the pleasure of watching up close how that body had changed in its proportions and how the features on his face grew into themselves. How he gone from being an adorably beautiful teen to an almost unbearably attractive man. It was painful to think about. He then felt his air hiccup out of him when Shouta's rough thrust had him bouncing upwards with the force of it, his eyes flying down to the man, and he nearly laughed at the look there.

Like he knew he was lost in his thoughts again. He offered a weak little smile of an apology he'd say later, if he remembered to do it right, and he then began that all too happy rutting against the man in response earning him a loud moan in response. He could still feel that pressure growing tighter, hotter in his stomach as he refocused himself to the moment; recommitting to the pleasure pooling low in his stomach, to the lust sizzling away under his skin.

Cooking him alive. It was hard to tell who was panting harder, who was gasping frantically or who was the loudest, it all blended into a blend of noise that merely pushed him closer, closer, closer. He was positively writhing against his husband as his hips jerked forward without a solid pace, something he could feel Shouta struggling to follow, yet he couldn't correct himself. He couldn't find it in him to have a controlled pace, a rhythm that his husband could follow.

Rather his body had him rutting against him in whatever way felt best and brought with it that sizzling pleasure. He could feel when Shouta gave up trying to follow the movement of his humping, heart it in his shout as he began thrusting up against him in those same movements as himself. Moving, squirming, grinding, doing whatever felt the best to him. In his mind, his foggy and frazzled mind, it was better than sex.

Hell, it was even better than masturbating on his own. It was like both were coming together, meeting perfectly with a balance so harmonious he was melting away into it. He yanked himself backwards back onto his knees, bouncing lightly with the movements of Shouta, growling under his breath when he slammed forward making the black-haired man slid against the sheets and push the pillow up against the headboard, but his husband didn't seem to mind.

Not one bit. Were his hands going to bruise? Were Shouta's? The tight grip, that painfully tight grip, had hands and arms shaking under the flexing of muscles that worked to grip harder if possible, only now he was clutching, digging his nails into the backs of those hands. He was throwing his head back wailing, unable to control himself or the volume of his voice which had to be painfully high if the jerk from Shouta meant anything, but he couldn't help it.

Shit, he couldn't stop it and couldn't piece it together at the moment how to stop it. Not when he was thrusting, jerking, using his husband like he was nothing more than a damn pillow for him to get off and it was working. Working so damn good he was twitching, jerking wildly as the orgasm building in him ripped up to a head and he thrust forward before sliding his hips frantically back and forth against Shouta.

He moved in a frenzy, his mind marveling at just how fast his hips were sliding back and forth in a snapping movement only for it to be lost as he hear his own voice cresting up into such a loud howl of a moan that even he flinched at the feedback in his ears from the hearing aids. It was forgotten, ignored even, as he moved, faster, faster, faster because he needed- Had to just give a little more and then he'd- Both of them he was sure he'd-!

"Yes! Yes, yes, yesss!"

He could hear Shouta shouting beneath him as he wailed out that single word, over and over helplessly, his husband thrusting against him in a frenzy before stiffening beneath him as he squeezed those hands tightly. He jerked when he slid forward rubbing against the throbbing, twitching erection beneath him as he finally tipped over wailing again. He felt his stomach flexing, tightening painfully as the orgasm finally snapped through him making him gasp frantically.

Thighs twitching apart ignoring the pain that shrieked through his hips and the muscles jumped wildly before tensing up until they trembled. His hips abandoned the sliding for a weak grinding, circular movement as he rode out the orgasm infecting every little part of him wherever it could, and he whimpered clinging to Shouta's hands. It was a strange experience to come into his own pants, the hot liquid soaking into his boxers and coating his skin unpleasantly but he couldn't think through it as the orgasm finally ebbed out of his system.

He looked down when Shouta whined softly beneath him, his head straightening as he looked down at the black-haired man while he panted raggedly before forcing his hips to stop moving and listening to the sigh of relief he got. He then finally flexed his fingers out, releasing his husband's hands in favor of moving off of him sitting down on the bed next to him and leaning back against the headboard as he panted.

Leaning his head backwards until it hit against the wall with a thud, his chest heaving with each breath he took, and he felt himself twitching with the residual reactions of his orgasm. He looked over at his husband who was turning his own head just a bit against the pillow to stare up at him, his eyes glazed and unfocused for just a moment before he blinked in what he could only assume as an attempt to focus on the blonde. And then he spoke.

"Yo-You're going to d-do that more often, y-you hear me?" He huffed out a laugh, his lips curling into a lazy smile as he looked at his husband letting his hands flex out again and again to help relieve the stiffness in the digits the best he could.

"Ye-Yeah, I can do that! Jesus, that was so much be-better than I thought it'd be!" He got out then reached down plucking at the waistline of his pants letting it flip against his skin a few times while Shouta watched curiously. "You k-know I've never done that. Came in my fucking pa-pants like some kind of horny kid who can't c-control himself."

A lazy laugh left his husband, amusement beginning to glitter in those dark eyes though the euphoric bliss on his face shined brilliantly when he then cringed looking down at himself when a movement of his had him shifting and he had to guess the wetness was unpleasant. He had to admit, it wasn't pleasant at all, but he had a solution for that. "Same. N-Never had to experience that before. I've c-came fast as a kid but never i-in my pants. Feels weird."

"Shower? Or bath?"

"Mmmm, we could t-take a shower first then a bath? If you want to go th-through that trouble?"

"It's always worth the trouble. You a-always look so pretty in candlelight! I'll get the shower started for us then." He leaned over kissing his husband's forehead, the man whining as if to tell him not to with how sweaty it was, but he didn't care at all.

It was just sweat, after all, and he'd had worse liquids on his lips before from his husband so who cared about a little sweat? He climbed off the bed, his legs shaking, and he yelped when his knees buckled forcing him back to the bed. It bounced beneath him but that wasn't what had him blinking. It was a snicker. He looked over his shoulder at the sound that came again, brows furrowing then as he blinked at Shouta.

Then he narrowed his eyes on his husband's amused, devious little face as he snickered softly at him, and he reached over grabbing the pillow he'd been leaning against then slapped it down on the man's sweaty face. "Dick!"

"And you love it!"

He heard Shouta shout through the pillow when he leaned over to hold it down for just a second before huffing as he stood up again wobbling around the bed when the pillow, he'd used seconds ago was aimed right at his own head. It fell to the bed quickly allowing him to narrow his eyes at his husband who was laying there, in his post-orgasmic bliss with his arms crossed lazily over his stomach now, and a wide smirk on those lips that had his eyes sparkling deviously at him.

It was a look one would believe the emotionless, stoic Shouta Aizawa was incapable of. "Get moving! If this even so much as starts to dry to me or to the boxers, you'll be in for it."

"Yeah, yeah, say that the next time you wanna cum and I literally pound your ass for being a fucking brat!" He growled at him making the smirk widen on his husband's lips, deepening making the sparkle in those eyes positively shine at him and he had to stop himself from stumbling over his feet. This man knew exactly what he was doing and he scoffed at him now with the right amount of spite that made Shouta snicker at him again.

"Go fuck yourself! You're lucky I'm gonna not only wash you off I'm also going to run you a bath to soak in. Not everyone would do that for you!"

"Oh, I think Joke would do it in a heartbeat."

He slammed his hands on the doorframe of the bathroom, whipping his head to glare playfully at the man lounging on the bed and watching as his legs bent along the right to cross over the left and bouncing lightly. Playfully. Funny how cocky this man could be if he really wanted to put the effort into it and he narrowed his eyes at that wide smirk of his. "Anyone else would too, I bet. A random person would be tripping over themselves to be putting a bath on for me, like you always say."

"How dare you remind me of that! Now I think I actually fucking hate you right now, Shouta Aizawa."

"I love you too, Hizashi."