Fifty Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

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

19. Fiery Hits

Hizashi liked to think that he didn't have many stupid ideas nor bad plans. Of course, naturally, his husband would disagree, but this time Hizashi was one thousand percent confident that this plan was a good one and that Shouta would absolutely love it. He wasn't the type to ever think that he would go beyond spanking; it just wasn't something he ever saw himself doing and even then, the 'spanking' was a few slaps to his husband's ass during sex to get his attention which truly didn't count as a full-blown spanking session that one would possibly have.

He of course was spanked plenty of times as a child, Shouta never said it, but he knew that when his mother and stepfather were around that he was punished severely when he did something 'wrong' so he wasn't a stranger to the world of spankings and punishments. He adopted both of his mothers' habits of tapping elbows when they were on the table, swatting at hands to keep from reaching impolitely.

He obviously invoked his rules about lurking with Hitoshi and Eri, but he never had much reason to ever punish a child outside of grounding and taking devices away. But Shouta was different. His husband never expressly said he was a fan of pain; never said he enjoyed it nor enjoyed dishing it out, but he always saw a little light of curiosity in his eyes when something hurt, and he saw the way his brows would flick up briefly.

Like the concept of a bigger pain was interesting. Obviously, after the USJ the man was skittish with the thought of unnecessary pain even if those dark eyes constantly burned a hole into him lately. Waiting. Watching. And he understood that intense look from his husband; he had promised to teach him a lesson. A punishment, in those hidden words. He'd promised and he'd yet to deliver.

Because of that Shouta was cocky. It was subtle around others, but he could see the cockiness, the confidence in the man that Hizashi wasn't going to do a thing to him. Ever since that night on the couch, when they'd proceeded to pass out in bed with pajama pants half pulled up in Shouta's case and a shirt sloppily thrown on for himself with one arm tucked to his side, his husband had been painfully cocky that he was right.

That Hizashi was all talk; all bark and no bite. He couldn't say he hated seeing that emotion on his husband, but he wanted nothing more than to see the shock when he broke it down; when he took that cocky confidence of his and smashed it into pieces. His husband could strut and preen, smirk at him confidently and smugly when backs were turned, raise his brows when he was subtly challenging him in his little way in front of others all he damn well pleased, but Hizashi had his plans to stop that in its tracks.

While they were only just now exploring the BDSM scene actively, he could associate the title of being a Dominant to himself confidently. Perhaps as confidently as Shouta fell into his Submissive role. As a Dominant was it not his duty to remind his partner, his Submissive, who really held a good grip on their power dynamic? That while Shouta could do as he pleased, say what he pleased, and act as he pleased, that Hizashi would be there to dole out a punishment?

His husband had not only been condescending, but he had been smug, confident, bold the night they had sex on the couch and continued to act that way whenever he possibly could when eyes were off of them. He wasn't going to pout, to bite and snap at his husband to lose his cocky little show; why would he when he had a much better idea? He had dived into the internet; scrolling on his phone, on his laptop, whenever he possibly could to read and research what he wanted to do and how he went about it.

Obviously, the color system would be used, the titles would be used, and the safe word would be implemented but he only had a vague idea of what he wanted to do, and he wanted a bigger picture of how to go about it. To read how others have done it and how they did it before he jumped right into it himself. He wanted to spank Shouta; not just with his hand but with something else. Impact play was on the list, it was going to come up sooner or later, same with discipline but right now?

Right now, he wanted to use that impact play as a punishment, wanted to explore this kink with his husband and see how it worked out; if it was a thing that could possibly be just as casual as their little titles for one another. When his search was compiling, getting him to understand how he should go about it, how he should do it, he had gone to Nemuri as well. The woman's entire hero costume was like a Dominatrix, and she had claimed to be as such to Hizashi behind closed doors as it wasn't something she was ashamed of.

He wasn't sure he was confident using whips for a first time use so he had merely questioned her on what she would do. That lead to a long conversation in the woman's room at the student dorms, a long conversation that he made sure not to let a single thing slip about his and Shouta's challenge or what they had been doing up until then. It wasn't something he talked about, casually or otherwise, as it was private.

It was his and Shouta's business, no one else, and no one else needed to know about it. After that conversation, with all the information he could possibly possess, Hizashi made his final move; buying the items. It's where it led him to current time, staring down at the long box on the bed that Eri naturally had begged to see the contents of and something he had brushed off with 'adult stuff' that had not only Hitoshi but Shouta's eyes narrowing on him when he brought it in from outside.

He had been targeted in the kitchen by his husband, hissing at him in a demanding tone to know just what he had bought and what he meant by it being adult things, but he had merely smiled at his husband with a promise he'd like it. A promise that he was going to make good on. He hummed quietly when he traced the edges of the box before him, pressing the pads of his fingers against the corners of the box letting the sharp cardboard dig into them before pulling away as he turned to the bedside table to pull out the scissors.

His hands were trembling. He was excited. The kids were gone, their paperwork was done, the cats fed and watered. There was nothing stopping them. Nothing stopping him. He knew Shouta was going to hate him, but it was a Thursday! He could take an early day off, couldn't he? He wasn't going to do anything too bad; he wasn't going to make his husband limp, but he was going to impress upon his husband how his behavior would always come back to bite him in the ass.

While he naturally he encouraged that boldness, that confidence in his husband, it was the bratty attitude he wanted to keep in line; the whole "gimme gimme' attitude that his husband had developed in his drunken state that night was what he wanted to correct. The bratty attitude that was making itself abundantly clear when they were alone. He let out a slow breath using the blades to cut through the tape sealing the box shut, his hands twitching as he folded the flaps backwards.

He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip as he began tugging out the bubble wrap. His breath was hitching excitedly, his heart skipping as his stomach squirmed and fluttered with emotion when he reached in grabbing the two slim boxes that were tucked inside. He had told Shouta to run to the store, to get them some drinks and snacks for the night seeing as the man had mentioned another movie marathon of some kind; anything but Twilight as he claimed it was God awful though Hizashi had caught his husband rereading the series two times now.

He just had to be grateful his husband hadn't picked up Fifty Shades of Grey yet. Hizashi had and- well, he wasn't the biggest fan of it. Sure, some people might like it but to him it was nothing more than book porn. Straight down to it, it just wasn't for him, and it didn't feel realistic to him though that was the point of a book; for it to take someone to far off fantasy realms or fantastical plots. Even the shitty love triangles and 'chosen one' tropes that were really God awful in his opinion.

But it's just what they are supposed to do. Books allowed a person to step out of their head for a bit. Same with fanfictions, in his opinion. Any literature. But Fifty Shades of Grey just wasn't it for him. But staring down at the two slim boxes held together in his trembling hands he had to admit he was excited. He was unbearably excited, feeling his dick give an equally excited twitch as he stared at the boxes before pushing the larger one off the bed in favor of laying those two down.

He used his nails to pick at the round circles of tape, his breath hitching quietly as he worked the tape off of one of them then tugged the top open then tipping it allowing the item to fall out onto the bed with a soft thumping sound. When he had talked to Nemuri she had him training with them. For hours she had him practice, to do the same moves again and again, to readjust his hold countless times until she was confident that he could do it.

That he was going about it the right way and he had to hope that her opinion on that was something he could put his faith in. Laying on the bed, however, the item swallowed up all his focus; it was a simplistic thing, much more simplistic than he ever expected. When he heard 'cane' he had been worried they meant an actual thick cane would be used, though he figured some people did use that, but this one was sleek.

It was classy almost. The handle was black, with grooves curling over it making it easy to grab, a wrist strap attached to the handle for him to slip onto his wrist to keep it from flying out of his hand; it was twenty-four inches in length, the actual cane of it thin and slender like a tree branch. It wasn't at all intimidating like he was worried it would be. It stole his breath away. If anything, if he had to admit it even to himself right now, he wanted it used on him as well.

Sure, he was a Dominant in their controlled play and a top in their casual, surely that didn't mean he couldn't be interested in being spanked, now did it? He reached down picking up the cane letting out a slow breath as he squeezed the handle while tracing his fingers upwards along the cane itself feeling hissing in his next breath at the feel of it; not so hard it would break the skin or be extremely painful but just enough that it would leave welts, it would leave marks.

And that's what he wanted. He wanted marks. He wanted reminders for his husband and for himself. He put it down neatly on the bed, glad he'd thought to use a lint roller over it after shooing out the cats, and he picked up the other box swallowing down his urge to squeal giddily as he opened the top then tilted the box to allow the next item to fall out into his hand. He felt like a giddy kid at Christmas being handed gift after gift.

He'd only bought two items online; two were all he needed right now, the two things he was most confident with, which were the cane and this. A paddle. It was far more intense, Nemuri had warned him along with those many articles he'd read, but he also knew from reviews and acclaims from people who used one that it kept people on their toes. Half of those were, of course, online which he didn't put much stock into, but he wanted to try.

He wanted to leave welts, leave crisp red lines, but he also wanted to leave deep red marks on his husband's ass and thighs until they glowed like a damn apple by the time he was done. His hand was shaking when he squeezed the rubber lube, sliding his fingers into it, using his other hand to feel the leather of the strap with awe widening his eyes. It was seventeen point seventy-five inches long, the handle itself being eight inches long and the width of it was two and a half inches.

According to the website of course. It was far more impressive than he ever thought. He could feel his heart thudding against his chest, hard not quite fast, and he was in danger of getting hard right now before his husband even got back home. Before they even started. He put the paddle down next to the cane then turned around curling his hands into fists, hitting them off of his thighs to calm himself; to calm down just a bit. It was hard too when all he could imagine, all he could see, were two very real scenarios in his head.

Shouta, bent over the bed, tears welling in his eyes with that beautiful, beautiful blush as he clenches his jaw tightly and grips fistfuls of the blanket as the paddle comes down again and again. his thighs read from the cane and his ass glowing with each hit. Taking it without saying a word of protest. Or even better, so much BETTER, to have myself laying there like that! Ass throbbing, thighs burning and stinging, as Shouta ties his hair back just to keep it from flying around his face each time he brings the paddle down, the whip against my thighs, his cheeks flushed with the exertion of it.

"Fuck!" He lifted his hands up rubbing at his face, the blush hot beneath his fingers and palms as he pushed his glasses up onto his head, scrubbing at his face with a groan before dropping his head then jerking his head down in a sharp nod that had his glasses falling right back into place on his nose.

Tonight, it wasn't about him. It wasn't going to be about him being spanked. It was about Shouta; it was about teaching Shouta what happens when he's bratty. It was about showing him who really was the Dominant in their relationship, and he needed to remind Shouta of his submissive nature. He took a few deep breaths as he pressed his shaking fingers against his lips, the excitement running rampant through his system when his phone vibrated on the side table prompting him to rush over.

Sho-chan: hey wich 1 do u want? u didnt tell me wht 1 u wanted b4 i left

Zashi-chan: I don't mind either one! Hey, I gotta question! What kind of mood are you in?

Sho-chan: an ok 1 y?

Zashi-chan: Remember last Friday? When you got drunk?

Sho-chan: vaguely

Zashi-chan: Well, there's something I wanna do tonight! Another thing we can check off our list!

Sho-chan: oh? ok sure we can do tht tn8

Zashi-chan: Well, Sho, before you go saying it's okay, we should talk about it when you get home! I'd rather you say it out loud rather than text it!

Sho-chan: jfc, fine. i'll b home soon

Zashi-chan: ❤️

Sho-chan: 👍

Sho-chan: srry hng on

Sho-chan: 👍❤️

He was grateful for the snicker that flew out of him, keeping his back to the bed when he put his phone down again shaking his hands out. Alright! Alright, alright! He'd be home soon! He turned to the bedside table tugging the drawer open grabbing their tube, frowning to himself as he realized just how much they were using since that night on the couch; they hadn't done a kink in a little while, but their sex life had kicked back up thankfully.

He just hadn't realized how much lube they could go through so soon when they were active about it. They still had those ribbed condoms if they ran out of the usual ones, a backup pack he'd snagged, but he knew Shouta wasn't the biggest fan of ribbed condoms unless he was really into it but even then, he had his complaints about them afterwards. He let out his breath as he placed the lube, the condoms, and then the wipes onto the bedside table before looking down at himself.

Did he...get ready? He didn't know how to get ready for something like this. Did he get dressed up? He was wearing pajama shorts, a look tank top, and his hair was down but did he get dressed up for this? He bit his lip knowing he had minutes to decide this; the corner store wasn't far after all, so it was now or never that he got ready. Would- Could a pair of his leather pants be more fitting? His boots?

The special ones with spikes on the backs? He rushed towards the closet already hooking his thumbs into the waistline of his shorts shoving them down, letting them slide down his legs then stepping out of them when he paused long enough to let them fall to the floor and then rushed for the closet snagging the first leather item his fingers touched. He tugged them out on their hanger, reaching down towards the back of their closet for his boots as he then spun flying out of the closet to the edge of the bed.

Reaching out, he knocked the two thin boxes off the bed off to the side where they flew to the floor. He then looked down at his boxers; on or off? What would be easier in the long run? He laid out the pants on the bed, placing his boots down, and made quick work of getting his boxers off noticing that there was already a tiny little drop of wetness on the fabric making his face flame with heat.

He wasn't even fully hard yet and he had pre-come on his boxers? How? He swallowed, doing his best to ignore it as he then reached for the pants knowing he had minutes, seconds, to get ready. He hoped Shouta was just indecisive given he said he didn't mind either drink, hoped to God that gave him time he really needed in that moment. He then pulled the pants off the hook, taking a deep breath knowing this was going to take a few minutes as he snapped them out before bending at the waist to slide his feet into the legs and pulling.

He worked, tugged, pinched and gripped the material as he got it up to the start of his thighs and was jumping in place from foot to foot as he tugged at the waistline to get them up to his hips, huffing out a breath as he gripped at the waistline tightly to get it up. He loved leather, he really did, it was just a bitch to get in. He'd say doing his hair the way he did every day for his Hero Costume was a bitch, but he liked the prep work that took first thing in the morning.

He grumbled when he rubbed his palms against the smooth leather of his pants, not a crease in sight after fidgeting with the material, hugging his legs from ankle to hip, and he buttoned them up pulling the zipper up. He then sat on the bed cringing at the thought of sliding his bare feet into the boots, but he didn't have time to get socks on. He could feel the clock ticking faster and faster. He still needed to get the room ready.

Low lighting, that's what he needed. He was so glad that Shouta insisted on dimmer lights in the bedroom, the one thing they agreed upon when they'd bickered over having clapper lights In the bedroom to which Hizashi had brought up a very good point; every time they had sex if they were rough as usual the light would be coming on and off which they definitely didn't need. So, they settled on dimmer lights.

The ability to dim there overhead light was a welcome most days but the lamps on the sides of the bed seemed to be used more and more lately or they ignored lights all together to navigate blind in the darkness. He crammed his feet into the boots, grunting as he pushed and wriggled until his foot was sliding into place only to groan as he repeated the process with his right foot yet the moment, he got them on he was looking down at his shirt for a mere second before it was flying up over his head.

He jumped up on his feet rushing for the lights dimming them to a low setting that could be seen as welcoming, though to Hizashi he hoped it would seem to be like the mood he was trying for; intimidatingly sexy. He then walked briskly over to the table, his hair brushed against his back softly, checking his phone again for any texts then sitting on the bed when there was nothing waiting for him there to reply too.

Sitting on the edge of the bed staring at the paddle and cane again for the first time since his text exchange feeling a flare of heat beneath his skin at the two items laying there innocently. Innocent in appearance though he knew they'd be used for much more deviant needs in a few minutes. Should he have them on display? Or did he hide them behind him? No, he should have them out. He wanted them to be the first or second thing his husband looked at.

He let out a breath to calm his excitement that was clawing higher and higher, screaming in his chest until he felt he would scream and squeal, kick his legs like a damn teenage girl who'd just received her first text from a crush. He bit it down when he reached over brushing his hand across the smooth leather of the paddle, awe managing to well up in his chest underneath that excitement, as he ran his fingers over it again and again marveling at how it could feel so different form his pants.

He wanted to get a paddle with a word on it; he'd eyeballed one that said 'slut' on it, another one that said 'whore', one being a simple 'xoxo' and one that said 'bitch'. How tempting they were. But he had chosen against getting anything with writing on it as it felt too far for a first-time use. And besides, he didn't know if Shouta would even find impact play as exciting as Hizashi was finding it.

He leaned back on his hands, crossing his legs much like Shouta had that night with the lingerie when he then blinked realizing his hair was still down. Did he put it up? Or did he-? He was cut off by the bedroom doors grinding open, the sound of warning leaving Shouta, and it was ironic how this night was reminiscent of the lingerie. He watched his husband slip into the room, shutting the doors behind him then flipping the little lock before turning to Hizashi with a sigh only to stop.

Stare. Those dark eyes flicked from the paddle, the cane, then to Hizashi. Once. Twice. Three times. He watched that Adam's Apple bob with a swallow, watched Shouta lick his lips as he then walked over placing the bag on the dresser in front of the TV. "So, uh, what's this about? Why do you, uh, look like that? I thought we were watching movies tonight?"

He raised his brows as those dark eyes lingered downwards when they scanned over him knowing full well Shouta was admiring his legs; the man had admitted it a million times before that he loved Hizashi's legs, so why not emphasize them? Why not wear tight pants that show off the length? They were one his money shots and even he understood that. Then those eyes flicked to the cane, to the paddle, once again and locking on the sight of them sitting on the bed.

"And, um, what are those?"

"Those, kitten-" He smirked noticing how quickly his husband snapped to attention. He loved it. "Are a paddle and cane! They're for impact play! Do you know what that is at all?" When Shouta shook his head slowly, his eyes locked on the items intently like he was afraid the moment he looked away they'd be used in an instant.

"It, uh, sounds familiar. Explain it anyways?"

"Absolutely! So, impact play is when one partner will hit the other for sexual gratification, which will happen repeatedly, and it can be sexual, or it can't be sexual but it's a form of BDSM which means it'll be controlled play. Not casual sex if it does get sexual. You can use anything with impact play! You can use the things I bought right here, or you can improvise with a wooden spoon or a spatula but sometimes you can use hands. It's impact play but sometimes the word spanking comes to mind with it given the areas it targets!"

A shudder. He watched it move over his husband in a burst when those dark eyes lifted to him. Wide, already sparking with a look of desire to them though there was far more hesitance in his gaze than he would have expected of a man who had been so cocky all week long and a man who had smugly smirked at him whenever he possibly could get away with it. Acting no better than a child. A brat who needed to understand his place.

"Okay. S-So impact play, that's... interesting. If I can ask, um, what made you come to a decision like that? To choose impact play out of nowhere? Is there a specific reason for it?"

"A specific reason? Did you really just ask that? So, you're really going to stand there and play stupid?" Hizashi pushed himself up to his feet, tilting his head at his husband who instinctively took a step backwards hitting the dresser as if he wanted to keep space between them.

Watched those hands hover near his stomach as if to shoot up to push the blonde away at a moment's notice or pull him closer. His own hands were shaking with excitement. Shouta's were more than likely shaking with nerves if he knew him. He took lazy steps, strolling movements that allowed him to swing a foot out before planting it down with a muted thud against the carpet until he stopped at the foot of their bed, a mere five steps from his husband.

"You want to play stupid? You, who got drunk as fuck last Friday, and acted the way you did? Do you even remember what you said to me, Shouta?"

"N-Not really."

"Not really. Not really, he says!" Hizashi threw his hands up as if to look over his shoulder at an audience which had color pooling into his husband's face when he turned his head to stare at the man who was shifting on his feet; he knew he remembered. He may not remember it all, but he knew he remembered some of it as he would twist those words into a more innocent phrasing all week long. A taunt. "Let me run a few phrases by you, shall I?"

"Y-You really don't have too-" He smirked cutting off his husband's words, those dark eyes wide as he tilted his head. Clearing his throat lightly as he locked his gazes onto Shouta's.

"'You're all talk, Zashi, I bet you won't do nothin'! 'You're all bark and no bite'! Oh! And 'this cock is MINE, and I can do with it what I want'! 'I deserve it'! 'I want it'! And who can forget 'I can touch your cock, lick it, suck it, and fuck myself on it whenever I want so don't be selfish'! And not to mention 'You don't have the will power to keep it from me and you know you won't'! But my favorite, my absolute favorite, 'You always talk big game, Zashi, but do you ever follow it? You love it when I'm a brat, you get so hard, so I think you're all talk'!"

"Shut your mouth! Shut it right now!"

He knew that his husband was aiming for a sharp, snapping tone but it came out as a shaking whisper as his face burned such a brilliant red that Hizashi almost felt bad bringing up the words. Felt bad until he saw the rising heat in those dark eyes of his. The way his lashes fluttered in fast blinks, how his chest had begun lifting and falling visibly with his quick quiet breaths as his hands finally began to shake much like Hizashi's were when he held them still or kept them in one spot for too long.

"Y-You can't use drunken words against me! That's not-!"

"What? Not fair? I think it's completely fair, kitten, you know why?"

He took a step forward making those dark eyes widen up at him as he watched those shaking hands fly backwards to the dresser as if he needed to remind himself it was still there as he slid to the side to get it from behind him though Hizashi didn't mind whatsoever as the man quickly stepped backwards throwing himself against the wall. The thud of his back hitting it had his own heart jumping in his chest as his husband took a trembling breath.

"Why?"

"Because you still said it, You said it to me and you knew exactly what you were saying I bet! You responded to me at one point you understood! You knew what you were saying with that filthy mouth of yours, you knew exactly each word that you wanted to say before you said it! And then you walk around here claiming not to remember much about that night but will chop up those words until no one but me recognizes them and use them like ammunition against me because you're cocky! You think you're slick and you think you have an upper hand on me!"

"I don't know what your talkin-!"

"You know! You know perfectly well, kitten, and you know what you're doing when you walk around here like a damn bird preening its feathers! Like a damn peacock, flaring your feathers thinking can't nothing touch you! You think you can wrap me around your little fingers, act bratty as fuck to me all week long and it won't come back to bite you in the ass? You think you can tease me like that all week? Think you can tease Daddy like that?"

He knew he was menacing, intimidating to his husband as he stepped forward closer with those last three questions in rapid succession, yet Shouta didn't move a muscle as his chest continued rising and falling rapidly, his lashes fluttered when he blinked then looked up at him. His cheeks had to be as hot as they looked. Hot if he reached out to touch them. He had to admit he felt a bit breathless himself with the excitement that ripped into him viciously. There was nothing better than a good build up.

"I-I didn't think-"

"No, you didn't! But that's okay because you know what I think? I think, kitten, that you need that lesson I promised you. I think you need Daddy to spank that shitty, bratty attitude right out of you! What do you think, kitten? Do you think you need it? Do you want Daddy to spank it out of you?"

An offer. He didn't want to break his little monologue, to ruin the submersion he could see lulling into Shouta with each passing second and he didn't want to ruin his own fascination with the words flying out of him. It was when those large dark eyes blinked, lashes fluttering, another swallow and his tongue darting out to lick his lips before he answered after taking one good deep breath from what he could tell. It rushed out only to be quickly replaced as Shouta closed his eyes as if he couldn't bear to look at Hizashi when he spoke.

"Ye-Yes, I need it. I want you to spank me, Z-Daddy. I'll let you spank it out of me if I've been b-bad. If I deserve it." Ah, he hadn't even thought of using that! He fought down the smirk as he took one more step closer to Shouta, closing the space just enough to reach out and touch him yet he refused; not yet.

He didn't touch yet. He had this plan for a week and had rehearsed it as many times as he had a whole week to plan this out, yet he never thought to use a very light derogatory term like that on his husband but now that it was brought up? Oh, he was going to use it! He took a second of letting those hitching, trembling breaths fill the space between them before lifting his hand up to lightly pinch Shouta's chin between his thumb and index finger tilting his face up.

"You've earned it by running that mouth of yours without thinking, kitten. You may have been drunk which alone I could have just forgiven and forgotten, but that's not what you wanted now is it? You wanted me to teach you a lesson that night, remember? You wanted me too and so I'm going to do just that! You kept asking me too each time you taunted me this week, walked around with that cocky attitude, so I'm going to give you exactly what you want! I know how to deal with bratty boys, I know how to deal with good and slutty boys, but I think this is the first time I'll be taking care of a bad boy, isn't it?"

"Y-Yes!"

"Color?"

"Green!"

"Safe word?"

"Emerald!"

"Then get those clothes off and get to the bed!" He barked those words at his husband making him jolt, his eyes flying open to stare at him with that wide eyed look that nearly had him smirking at him once again though he wasn't quite as successful as last time for the corner of his lips twitched before he could turn away fast enough. He strode over to the bed picking up the cane then the paddle and walking around the foot of the bed to Shouta's side of the bed, the right side.

He raised his brows at the man who was gawking at him shamelessly, jaw slack, eyes wide and face redder in the low lighting than he'd ever seen before. He hadn't been commanding, hadn't been really dominant yet and he could see the impact of it on his husband. He knew on anyone the way his voice had gone from casual, soft even as he went over his color, their safe word, straight to a barking shout would scare anyone which was rational, and he understood the surprise on his husband's face, yet he could see the excitement.

He felt his own dick twitching with interest, excitedly, making him want to snap at himself yet there was nothing wrong with it, right? It was normal to get excited during sex, but they weren't having it yet. "What are you gawking at? I said take off your fucking clothes and get to the bed! Move!"

Firm, unyielding, stern. Those were what he hoped were conveyed as he placed the paddle on to the bed, catching those dark eyes following the movement before the man peeled himself from the wall with shaking hands pushing the loose hoodie off of his shoulders, reaching down to tug the shirt up above his head throwing it off to the side. Amazing how someone as muscular, as intimidating and unnerving as Shouta Aizawa was as a person, could so easily melt under the right tone and the right buttons pushed in the right order.

How he jumped, literally, to do as Hizashi said with or without the BDSM. He really did have this man wrapped around his fingers as tightly as he was wrapped around Shouta's, didn't he? He watched the shaking hands drop to his pants, feet kicking his shoes off clumsily and he wished he were closer so he could tell if his breath was racing or hitching like he imagined it was. He placed a hand on his hip, leaning his weight to his left leg.

Then he began tapping the cane lightly against his calf which in return created a soft sound of it hitting his boot lightly over and over making those eyes lift in response to the sound before flicking up to his face. He raised his brows at his husband, waiting for the man to finish and he wondered just what emotion he was conveying at the moment to make a shudder roll over his husband like that.

He watched the man push at the fabric of his boxers, his pants, to his ankles before stepping out of them as he struggled to get his socks off with the other clothing but once he got it, once they were off, he held still. Straightened up with his hands shaking near his stomach, his eyes positively glowing with excitement and nervousness as he stood there. Hizashi offered a smile to his husband, breaking the stern and unyielding feeling he more than likely put over the other man given he saw those shoulders slumping.

A very obvious motion as Shouta began walking forward towards the bed. Each one a normal strides length though he could tell that Shouta wanted to take smaller, tinier steps. Baby steps. It took a minute, a solid minute, for Shouta to come to the edge of the bed just steps away from Hizashi as he fidgeted on his feet back and forth making his hair sway around his shoulders when he noticed his fingers twisting together. Nervous.

He was as excited as he was nervous. He stopped taping the cane against his boot, placing it on the bed, and reaching his hands out curling his fingers a few times prompting Shouta to take those few steps forward until his burning face was in his hands. "Ho-How do I do this? I don't- I've never done anything like this before. I don't know where to go, h-how to lay, or what I fucking do with myself. What do I do, Daddy?"

"It's alright, kitten, I'll show you. I'll show you how I want you, then I'll explain how everything's going to go and you'll decide if you want to continue, okay?" When Shouta nodded, his cheeks rubbing against his hands when he did so, he smiled with as much warmth, as much adoration he could muster in one look alone as he stroked his thumbs along his cheek bones idly while tracing the scar beneath his right eye every once in a while. "Bend over the edge of the bed, kitten, plant your feet solidly for me."

There was a little look of confusions on his husband's face before he stood up bending over, planting his feet apart and laid his chest down against the bed. He smiled brightly at the black-haired man when his head lifted enough to peer over his shoulder. As if looking to him to see if he got it right. He beamed at the man delightedly, reaching out sliding his hand along his husband's lower back earning him a shiver.

"Just like that! Alright, you ready?"

"I'm ready! Y-You can keep going!"

"Good! Now, you said some taunting things to Daddy, you know that? Goading me on, even being bratty and greedy over Daddy's cock? For every time you mentioned my cock being yours is going to be a whip on your thighs with the cane. Same with each smug smirk you gave me this week alone, that'll be a whip."

He heard the tiny groan leave his husband, a shiver moving over him, and he felt his own dick twitching with excitement. His hands trembling lightly as twirled the whip around in his right hand, admiting it again as he then looked to his husband who seemed tense. Holding himself tightly with a little tremble breaking out over him, a rushed breath leaving him only to be pulled in just as fast on a hitch. Excited.

Shouta was far more excited, perhaps a bit anxious, about this than he would admit out loud. But he knew that much and he planned on taking care of the man. Controlling the scene, making sure to keep an eye on his husband if he were to sink into that blissful subspace of his. He'd make sure everything went right. "And each time you were bratty, each time you said I was all talk and each time you strutted around here cocky as fuck will be a paddle smack on your ass. Do you understand that, kitten?"

"Ye-Yes, I understand, Daddy!"

"Which means, if I counted up right, I'll be giving, you a total of fifteen whips with the cane, and twenty hits with the paddle."

He got a lower, longer throaty groan from his husband as he shifted on his feet slightly making him reach down to slide a hand up from his lower back, following the curve of his spine making a shiver run over the other man as he then slid it back downwards before rubbing the spans of his lower back once again. He made sure to dig his fingers in, rubbing at the muscles happily with a soft hum when he then leaned down switching his right for his left hand in order to kiss the back of his husband's shoulder gently.

"Are you okay with that, kitten? I want you to be completely okay with that, to be absolutely at ease with handling something like that. You're a strong boy, I know you can take it, but being spanked is always emotional. Do you want to continue? Can you give me your color again?"

"I-I can do it! I'm okay with it! I want to t-try at least and I know the safe word so I can use it if it's too much!"

He paused to clear his throat as he rubbed his hand up and down the man's back again, waiting a moment for Shouta to collect himself just a bit; he wanted to say he thought it was hard to go from absolutely nothing to jumping into a BDSM situation, but Shouta seemed to have slid right into it. Slid and fit right into the role as if he'd been waiting for it this whole time and was ready to throw himself right into it. Ready to go before he even said the word.

"A-And it's green still! Still green, so go ahead, D-Daddy!"

"If you're sure, kitten, I'll start. If you need me to stop then say something. If I feel something is wrong, I'll stop everything too, alright? It's not all dependent on you, kitten, to call for the safe word, alright?"

He got a nod back from Shouta, the sound of his cheek and hair rustling against the sheet making him bit his lip to keep from ordering him to say it out loud. It was already a lot given they were jumping right into it. He reached over grabbing the cane, slipping the band around his wrist then tightening it securely then wrapped his fingers around the handle standing up straight walking around to Shouta's left side reaching down to lightly tap the cane against the back of his thighs

. It got him a jolt, like he'd electrocuted him rather than lightly tapped something against him, and he alternated between those light taps to light brushing movements that had goosebumps breaking out over the pale skin. "Don't worry about counting them out loud with this one, kitten. I'll count them for you, so let me know if you need a break at any time, alright?"

Another silent nod. No, he needed it out loud this time. No more silent nods. He needed Shouta to verbally confirm that he understood it; it was important that he heard his husband answering him. Confirming that he understood he could take a break, use their safe word, and whatever else he needed during it. He needed it to make sure Shouta was on the same page as him. Ready for it as he was. He wanted to hear it.

"Out loud, kitten, so Daddy can hear you."

"I-I'll let you know if I need a break, Daddy!"

"Good boy! Ready?"

"I'm ready!"

He changed his stance, planting his own feet apart enough to make his momentum a good one and perfect for the impact he wanted to give, his hand gripping the handle tightly as he pulled the cane backwards then swinging it forward a few times just to practice away from Shouta. Like Nemuri said too. Like a few little threads he found said too. His excitement crested upwards forcing him to take a deep breath as he stared down at his husband, his hands gripping the sheets tightly already/

It painfully obvious when he saw a light tremble moving over him as the muscles in his calves tensed much like his back as if preparing for the hit. He took once more deep breath, let it out slowly, and he pulled his arm back again taking another deep breath that shuddered on its way down and he had to strangle a giddy noise that wanted to fly out as he brought his arm forward quickly. He didn't know what sound accurately described the impact; it wasn't a slap nor was it a flicking sound but rather a sound akin to slapping someone with a fly swatter.

It was a sound that made no mistake that it stung. The started yelp that left Shouta had his eyes flying to see any sign of distress, anything to tell him something was wrong with the reaction but got nothing. Didn't see anything. So, he pulled his arm backwards again at the same length he had before, swallowing thickly as he then swung his arm forward again with that sharp crack rang out louder this time and he heard Shouta suck air through clenched teeth judging by how it sounded.

His heart was hammering. His hand was shaking. He knew if he wasn't deaf, if he could hear anything naturally, he'd hear his heart throbbing in his ears from how fast, how hard it slammed against his chest and just how intensely his stomach squeezed in on itself made him feel like he'd be sick. So excited. So painfully excited that HE was nearly gasping. He pulled his arm back then struck forward sharply, gaining a glimmer of confidence to bring his arm forward faster.

Harder. Three hits down. Twelve left. He was trying to keep his breaths quiet, a mask of calmness for Shouta. Because, you know, it was just everyday that a person broke out the ole paddle and cane to spank their husband. Casual things. He had to steady himself with a breath as he pulled his arm back, the shake radiating to the cane now as he swallowed then swung his arm forward as fast as he could.

This earned himself a crisp swatting crack from the impact that pulled another sharp breath through clenched teeth from his husband. The sound just as loud as the cane swatting his skin. In the low light, when he pulled his arm back again, he could see a few places where red lines were beginning to take form after just four hits, making him gawk at the sight. Was he hitting that hard? Or was his husband's skin just that delicate?

He swung his arm forward harder, sharper making a little sound fly out of his husband making him look towards his face only to see the man burying it into the bed though his hands shook from their tight grip. Knuckles white. Did it hurt? Or did it sting? Was it burning? Did it even burn? He wanted to know, and he wanted to ask his husband, but he bit his tongue to keep from doing so. This was supposed to be a punishment, not a questionnaire.

Pulling his arm back and bringing it forward became a rhythm that he was becoming accustomed to far too easily, far too fast, that by the time he was bringing the cane down on the sixth blow Shouta cried out making him snap out of the haze he'd fallen into. He looked down at his husband, pausing halfway in swinging forward waiting for the word, waiting for anything yet the man lifted his head just enough to peek over his shoulder and he received a head shake.

He pulled his arm back again then brought it down with as much force as he dared to use, his husband jerking under the hit again in that movement like he had been electrocuted and a loud whimper flew out of him, and he felt his dick twitching as his breaths began to quiet rasp out of him. Was he getting off on doing it? Was he enjoying it more than he thought? Or was it because he had already been fantasizing about it all week?

Planning each step, each movement, each word day after day until these arrived this afternoon? He swallowed as he brought the cane down three times in rapid succession of one another drawing another cry out of Shouta, the man's shaking becoming apparent with each hit, and yet he was absolutely fascinated by the red welts he could see forming on the back of his husband's thighs. The red was so vivid against the ghostly pale skin.

Skin that was hidden away from sunlight every single day. He'd already landed nine out of the fifteen blows on the back of those pale thighs. Six more. He had- Should he tell Shouta? Should he say it out loud or let him stand there questioning how long the elbows would keep coming? He brought his arm back swinging it forward listening to the crisp, little crack against the reddening thighs earning him another whimper, as he made sure each thigh got a whipping blow each time, he brought his cane down.

He could hear the rasping breaths leaving his husband, muffled from the bowed position, yet he hadn't heard one protest so far. He couldn't lose control. No matter how much he wanted to crack the cane against the back of his husband's trembling thighs he knew he needed to stay precise, and he needed to stay meticulous. But he also needed to be caring, he needed to be loving, and he needed to be passionate with his husband. He had five blows left. Five more. He didn't know if he was disappointed by that or excited to move on to the paddle.

He pulled his arm back and swung it down. A louder crack. Five.

Another blow that earned him another whimper. Four.

A harder blow that made him cry out. Three.

The air whistled as he brought the cane down on his husband's thighs. Two.

He could hear the quiet, continuous whimpers spilling out of his husband as he gasped against the sheets, and he finally jerked his head up with a cry leaving him just as he was swinging his arm down. "Daddy!"

Done. He was done. He wriggled the strap off of his wrist, letting it drop to the floor as he then leaned forward pressing kisses to his husband's trembling back softly as the man whimpered softly with each kiss before he dropped right down into a squat so he was eye to eye with his husband's thighs, his hands coming up to softly rub the sides only to drop them when Shouta flinched. Was it a pained flinch? Or merely an overstimulated one?

Sensitive perhaps? He wanted to lean in, to kiss the red welts that he knew would get worse before they even began to disappear. A few days' worth is what he was looking at. He felt a flash of guilt through the arousal as he stood up kissing his husband's lower back softly as he then made sure not to let his legs brush against his husband's thighs. "Are you okay? How bad does it hurt? If it hurts then we can stop, kitten, we'll stop right now and that'll be it for tonight! Give me your color, kitten, please?"

He leaned forward on the bed, braced on his forearm to try and catch a glimpse of his husband's face to see if there was any emotion, any telltale he was in real, genuine pain but the shaky breaths gave away nothing until Shouta lifted his head turning it just enough to look at Hizashi. Oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh. His eyes were foggy, clouded like he wasn't there; like the lights were on but no one was home.

Like Shouta could see him but wasn't piecing it together to it being him he was looking at. He'd seen the look before, he'd seen it the night of the shibari and it sent a chill down his spine that had utter excitement, arousal, ripping right through him like a flame starting in his stomach and fanning outwards eagerly. Shouta, at some point, had entered his subspace. He needed to be very careful in how he went forward.

He had read up on subspace, both before the shibari and even now he brushed up on it; the way Shouta was now he would be asking for more pain as his brain wouldn't be able to comprehend the feeling of it and he would beg, ask for more even if it went beyond his understanding in that very moment. He wouldn't piece it together, wouldn't understand it, and it would be up to Hizashi to navigate both of them through it. He had too. He reached up to stroke his bangs from his face, tucking them behind his ear.

"Shouta, baby, what's your color? Can you give me your color?"

He watched black lashes flutter in a slow blink, that blissful foggy expression so overwhelming powerful in him that Hizashi swore he almost felt it himself. Did Shouta really feel the blistering heat of those final hits? Did he feel the burn of the welts? Or was it truly lost on him in that moment? He then focused when Shouta released a slow, lazy hum as he tilted his head towards the fingers softly tracing the shell of his ear.

"'m okay it doesn't hurt at all. Green. Can you- I want- Use the paddle? Please, Daddy? You said I've been bad. T-That 'm a bad boy, so spank me with it? 'm a brat an' brats need to be s-spanked, right? So, spank me with the paddle? Will you please, Daddy?"

How did he do this now? He needed to be careful, he needed to be extra cautious about how to go ahead and he had to keep tabs on not only his own emotional, mental and physical reactions but he needed to keep tabs on Shouta's wellbeing as well. Shouta's was higher than his; he needed Hizashi to watch him to make sure he wasn't too hurt. He stared at his husband's blissful, flushed face and he bit his lip as those dark eyes met his as evenly as they possibly could given his state. He could go on. He could continue, finish, and take care of Shouta after they were done. He'd just need to make sure Shouta was okay. That it wasn't hurting too much. That he wasn't going wild with it. He'd need to make sure of that himself, he couldn't let himself get distracted like he did with the cane. If he just kept his composure, if he kept his tight, tight control and not listen to his brain that was whispering in tandem with his twitching dick to be harder and rougher then they'll both be fine. They would be. He was pulled from his thoughts when Shouta reached out to brush his fingers over his lips prompting him to release his biting hold on his bottom lip.

"Okay. Okay, I'll do it, but you need to use your safe word if you feel you need to, okay? Just like with the cage, kitten, you need to let me know somehow if somethings wrong. I'll keep an eye for both of us, but I want you to try and let me know, okay?"

"'kay!"

He didn't bother reprimanding, telling him to use his proper title rather than sighed out response but given his husband's state the last thing he wanted to do was upset. He was fragile, emotionally, and he needed to remember that. He reached across Shouta to grab the paddle, his excitement flaring in his stomach as he gripped the handle of it as he pushed himself up off of the bed making it bounce lightly.

He positioned himself in the same manner he had before with the cane, his eyes going to the red angry welts on the back of his thighs again and even if that guilt flickered, he still felt a wave of excitement, of arousal crash over him that he'd done that. That he had taken on the dominant role and attempted a punishment for the first time; that he had, once again, put Shouta into subspace without even trying.

He swallowed when he repeated the same thing he had with the cane; he lightly brushed the paddle against Shouta's cheeks, one at a time hearing the man's breath hitch excitedly when he lightly tapped one side then the other. "We're going to change the number, kitten. Instead of twenty hits I'll drop it to fifteen just like the cane. That way it isn't too much on you, so you can catch your breath and if you can continue with those five additional ones we can."

He got a hum in response as he stared down at his husband who seemed to be melting into the bed, no longer holding himself tensely as he initially had, and he was awed that his legs didn't have a tremble to them yet; at least nothing that worried him the man's legs would give out on him. He took a deep breath then let it out counting each one. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. He let out that last breath pulling the paddle away from the left cheek listening to the excited gasp leaving Shouta.

Flexing his fingers out before gripping the fistfuls of blanket into his hands again. He didn't want to be too hard; a paddle was much different from a cane. He didn't need Nemuri or articles or websites to tell him that; he could feel the difference between the cane and the paddle the moment he'd taken them out of their respective boxes. The cane had been light weight, not like a feather but perhaps more like a fly swatter like earlier?

It sounded like one anyhow, but it was delicate, light, and flexible enough without being soft to give the sharp impact that one would want from a toy like that. The paddle, however, rested in his hand with a heaviness- well, maybe not heaviness. Dexterity? A solid presence? Something that promised it would leave a mark after three hits if he used enough strength. He took one quick breath, in and out, then swung his arm forward bringing it down on his husband's ass.

The sound wasn't loud, not as loud as he expected it to be, but it was obvious in its impact against the skin as it rocked Shouta forward just a bit. A cry, deep and louder than he expected, left Shouta though it wasn't one of pain; he could hear the excitement, the delight in the sound and he wanted to reprimand him that he wasn't supposed to be enjoying the spanking. But then again, he was enjoying it just as much.

Wanted it done to himself just as much. He pulled his arm back, his shaking hand making him flex and regrip the handle before bringing it down on the same cheek making a hissing breath be taken by Shouta only, he knew it wasn't one of pain or discomfort but one of those similar emotions; excitement, delight, arousal even. He knew it because he felt two out of those three. The excitement.

The arousal. He brought his arm back again then swung it forward cracking the paddle against the right cheek this time making his husband gasp again as he bowed his head forward, Three down. He pulled his arm back, swinging it forward cracking the leather against that same cheek making a new surprising sound leave Shouta that he never in a million years would have expected; a moan. A loud, breathless moan flew out of his husband when the paddle connected making his jaw drop at the sound.

Was he- Did that mean he was possibly hard? Against the bed? He snapped his mouth shut with a click when Shouta looked over his shoulder, those foggy eyes asking the unspoken question that his trembling lips seemed incapable of forming and he brought his arm back and focused now instead of hitting two times on a cheek he would alternate. Back and forth. One hit for the left, one hit for the right.

He brought the paddle down on the left cheek with a harder force this time, careless for just one second, and yet the moan it pulled out of Shouta again had him hissing air through his own clenched teeth this time. It was like he felt every drop of blood from his head gush downward towards his twitching dick and he grit his teeth lightly as he pulled his arm back bringing it down on the right cheek again pulling a whimper from his husband though it was anything but pained.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He didn't think he'd get aroused this damn fast, didn't think Shouta would like it so much but maybe that was the subspace? Or had he liked it before? He couldn't tell, he didn't know, didn't know, didn't fucking know anymore. He was six hits in with the paddle, he had nine hits left to deliver yet he wanted nothing more than to just throw the paddle down and forget all about the very plan he'd had all week long in favor of fucking Shouta against the edge of the bed.

He didn't want to do the spanks anymore even if he could see already that each cheek was growing red from just three hits each making him groan low in his throat as he pulled his arm back bringing it down on the right cheek pulling another moan, high and reedy this time from his husband. When he pulled his arm back, he was completely unprepared for his husband to lean backwards pushing his ass out as he panted raggedly, his hands trembled from their tight grip on the blanket.

Yet Shouta didn't seem to care about flexing out his fingers as he whimpered eagerly. God dammit. He both hated and loved that he'd chosen his leather pants; hated and loved how tight they were against his legs but more importantly just how tight they were against his groin. He took a little glance down with a huff of air flying out of him, his face hotter than he'd like to admit, as he stared down at the bulge of his erection straining in vain against the material of his pants as he then looked up when Shouta whimpered again for his attention.

Which cheek did he just hit? The right? The left? He wasn't sure, going with his gut instinct, as he swung his arm forward cracking it against the left cheek causing Shouta to wail out as he rocked forward onto his toes from the force of the hit and there wasn't a chance, he could hide his own ragged breaths anymore. He couldn't keep up the calm, Dom image anymore. He couldn't even if he wanted to.

He was harder than anything, painfully hard with how the leather refused any give or chance of space to give a fraction of relief. His husband's ass was growing redder with every damn hit, and he was soaking all of it up washing away any chance of guilt coming through. He wished he'd gone for a paddle with words. God, he'd love nothing more than to see his husband's ass redder than anything, with the words slut or whore imprinted on his skin no matter how temporary.

He was panting just as fast, just as raggedly with his husband as he brought the paddle down on the right. Eight. Pulled back then brought it down just as hard on the left again. Nine. His husband was whimpering, moaning, yet not one carried a trace of pain through it, but he needed to make sure he was okay. He needed to ask and make sure his husband was fine, but the words wouldn't come.

Knew his husband was eager for the impact, just how excited he was at how red his husband's skin was, would stand out brilliantly the moment he flipped the lights back on to allow them to shower and find their way to pajamas without needing to squint. And yet he could see how that redness seemed to be glowing in the dim lighting. He was dying. He was fucking thriving. He didn't know which was more intense.

Bringing the paddle down on the right cheek for the tenth time, gasping for breath much like Shouta was. He pulled the paddle away and he could feel his pants growing sticky, wet with the pre-come which didn't help anything. Not one thing. How was he expected to last through sex if he was already wet? Another hit on the left. Eleven. Could he just finish this with his hands, could he do that?

Would it be just as good? Then he looked up with a groan as he realized everything he needed was across the damn room on his side of the bed and he looked down at his husband who seemed to blissfully unaware of his sudden plight and he wondered if Shouta would even notice his sudden disappearance and the lack of hits if he ran across the bed or crawled across it to get the lube, the condoms, and he bit his lip lightly. No, he needed to say something, he can't just rush off like that.

"Shouta? Kitten?"

"Mhmmmm, yeah, Da-Daddy?"

"I need to get something, I'll be right back, okay? Stay up for me, don't fall while I'm gone, okay? I'm just going right around the bed."

"Mmmmkayy."

And then he was running around the bed, his boots thumping against the carpeted floor as he careened around the corner of the bed to the table and snatched up the lube, the condoms, then the wipes before rushing back around the bed aware of those foggy dark eyes on him. A look of fascination was on Shouta's face as if it was bizarre that he had so many things in both his hands and he smiled crookedly at his husband before throwing the wipes onto the bed with the condoms and the lube watching them scatter across the bed but within reaching distance.

That's all that mattered; so long as he could reach them, he didn't care. He then quickly put himself back into position looking down at his husband who had turned his head just enough to look over his shoulder and he nodded at him with such an intense look of lust, a raw hunger to him, that Hizashi was absolutely helpless against the urge to lift the paddle up once he was ready. He brought the paddle down on the right cheek, a loud moan flying out of his husband.

It sounded strangely like relief as the leather cracked against his skin without missing a beat. He had to choke down a moan of his own at the way Shouta's legs wiggled apart, his back arching to push his hips back and he brought the paddle down on the left cheek this time making the man jerk forward on his toes before slamming his weight back down onto his feet. Thirteen. How were they closing in on fifteen already?

He wanted to go the full twenty. Wanted too so bad but his husband's poor ass already looked so red, and he didn't want to leave bruises along with welts. The goal wasn't to leave bruises at all. He brought the paddle down on the right making a yelping moan leave the man, the sound higher than he would have expected, and he couldn't handle it. One more, one more, one more. He pulled his arm back, his hand and arm shaking from the repeated action of the night.

When he then swung forward on the left hard enough his husband flew forward that little space onto the bed and he saw his knees give out making him drop the paddle like it was on fire when his husband's knees hit the floor. He flew down next to him, grabbing his arm and shoulder turning the dazed man towards him with wild rasping breaths leaving him that were just as fast, just as ragged as Shouta's when he took a moment to realize that for what felt like the millionth time he was- Shouta was crying.

It wasn't the big sobbing fest of their intoxicated night but rather just a few tears that slipped down, two little ones that had welled in a light sheen on those dark eyes, but there wasn't any pain that he could detect but then how could he be a judge of character by looks alone? His husband was so deep in subspace he wouldn't probably react right away to a punch the way he should. He reached up brushing those little tears off of his burning cheeks, reaching down to rub away the line of drool that was threatening to trail off of his chin as well.

"Shouta? Shouta, kitten, are you okay? Can you give me your color? What's your color, kitten?"

Those glassy eyes blinked at him slowly, wet lashes fluttering shut and he for half a second wondered if they would stick together, refuse to open again but once they did, he could SEE his husband floating around in that head of his when arms lifted up lazily to drape around his shoulders. Those eyes then flicked down between them and Hizashi swallowed but followed his husband's gaze. It was amazing just how hard his husband was.

How the erection twitched as the head pressed against his stomach leaking pre-come that he knew would be connecting to the head in a glimmering thread if he reached out to pull the erection away even an inch. His husband's eyes then flicked to the bulge that was straining at the crotch of his pants, stomach suddenly heaving with a few deep breaths as Shouta twisted himself closer while his arms moved.

Sliding against his shoulders those hands pressed against his chest, fingertips drifting over his nipples and pausing to fiddle with the piercings there lazily before drifting lower towards his stomach to the waistline of his pants to fiddle with the button. "Green. 'm okay and it's greeeen, Daddy! Will you fuck me now? Please? Have I been good now? Did good, Daddy?"

He couldn't tear his eyes away from the fingers pulling the button apart, pinching the zipper tugging it down and he could only imagine the look on his husband's face as he spoke in that breathless, slow voice of his like his words were in no hurry to find their way out of him. He moaned at the slight relief as the fly was pulled apart allowing for some relief though it was nothing compared to how good it felt for his erection to be tugged out.

Even Shouta released a moan himself as he leaned forward pressing his lips against his jaw. He wanted to gasp for the bed, to get on the bed, but he knew they weren't climbing up there. He'd have to reach for the condoms, for the lube, and they weren't going to be moving anywhere. They'd be on the bed later, doing a lot more no doubt, and that thought alone had him whimpering. He twitched when fingers rubbed against the slick head of his erection before pulling away to spread fingers.

Shouta gazed at the liquid glistening on his fingers as if he was fascinated by them. It was as if he were merely dragging his fingers against the head to gather the pre-come welling there, his eyes locked on his husband, those dark eyes still starting at his fingers like they were some foreign things that was mere chance that they were attached to his hand. Then his eyes flicked up to him. And then, with zero prompting, brought the fingers to his mouth parting his lips then licking the pads of his slick fingers.

His jaw dropped, his air a wheeze that flew out of him as he watched his husband lick his fingers clean all while maintaining that eye contact. Staring at him with those glassy eyes of his like he didn't know just how damn erotic a sight like that could possibly be to Hizashi. "Shouta!"

"Mmmm? What?" Shouta's head tilted just a bit, a flicker of awareness breaking through only for it to be swallowed by that glassy look once again as he watched his husband lean backwards, the back of his head resting against the bed as his legs spread and his hips arched up enough to have his eyes drop down. "Please? Please, D-Daddy? Please, fuck me now? Wanna be good for Daddy, wanna be a good boy! Mmm, I can get m-myself ready if you want. Won't have to do anything other than fuck me and I do it fast."

He shivered at the lilting tone in his husband's voice, dreamy in its quality as his hips arched up a touch higher as he lifted his hands up onto the bed searching blindly no doubt. Searching for the condoms and lube. The sound of fingers brushing over the sheet, nails scratching lightly as he fumbled above him for the two items nad he shivered at the look to those dark eyes. Pairing perfectly with that breathless, dreamy voice of his. So lost in his own head, his own subspace, that it was aweing.

Aweing his husband could even focus on words in that manner and as strongly as he was. Though, if he had to admit it, those dreamy words were like a string of babble. Flying out of him in a little slur, gasping and hitching on their way out just like his breaths as his hands scrambled above him. So pretty. God, this man in front of him was so damn pretty it was unbearable. That dreamy, breathless voice on top of it all? Oh, it was almost too much. And then that wicked little mouth opened to speak again.

"I want Daddy to fuck me, want Daddy's c-cock in me! Please? Please, won't you, Daddy? Fuck me so good? Make me hurt so goood? Spank me more? Spank me harder and fuck me so good I'll never be bad again for you!"

He stared down at those raising hips then up to the chest that rose and fell quickly with his panting breaths then finally to his husband's face, knowing once he did the words would hit their marks when paired with that look and Shouta knew that. He knew that. Red cheeks, a fresh line of drool was threatening to roll down his chin as wet lashes fluttered in fast blinked yet his eyes were glassy and dark.

Absolutely bottomless in the dim lighting that Hizashi felt like he had just taken a free fall right into a pit not knowing where or when the bottom would appear and he'd hit it. He then reached forward brushing his fingers along the underside of Shouta's erection, drifting his fingers lightly giving a hint of being touched while not actually touching as his husband wanted pulling a whimper and a jump from those hips, no doubt for a firmer touch.

He could play along; his Dom facade might be shaky and weak compared to earlier, but he could do it. Surely, if he kept talking then it would just come to him naturally again? If he lost himself in his words, in Shouta's words, then surely he'd slip into a stronger Dom role that wasn't as impacted by his burning, screaming arousal, wouldn't he? He then watched those hands come down holding the condoms, the lube, and he swore it was like a magic trick.

How his husband reached them he had no clue, but he accepted both from his husband's trembling hands. He tossed the condoms on the floor next to them, popping the cape to the lube open, squeezing the dollop onto them and then covering them with his other hand as he began spreading the liquid over the digits as those dark eyes locked onto the movement. Excitement made those glassy eyes sparkle briefly as his husband squirmed on his knees eagerly.

"You've been such a good boy, taking your spanking like such a pro! Didn't complain once, though Daddy will make sure it feels all better and it's not too uncomfortable later for you, kitten. You want that? For Daddy to take care of you after fucking you senseless? To pamper you after pounding you so hard you don't know up from down? Can't even remember how to talk? Have your legs shake so much you can't stand by yourself in the shower from how good I'll fuck you?"

"Yes!"

He grinned when his husband nodded with that same eager movement, his head jerking quickly causing his hair to fly around his face while his eyes never left the movement of his hand until he was dropping it. "Do you want to stay down here? Or do you want to be up on your feet, bent over the bed? Where would you like it best, kitten? Where do you want Daddy to fuck you?

Lips parted, trembling lightly as he watched Shouta's chest expand with the gasp that was quickly rushing out after his deep breath, his lashes fluttering in a twitch when his eyes widened before he reached up without taking his eyes off of Hizashi as he pulled himself up onto legs that trembled lightly as he then flipped himself to that same position he'd been in during the spanking. Upper body pressed to the bed, legs spreading as his feet planted firmly to the floor despite the trembling and he lifted his head up enough to stare awkwardly down at Hizashi.

"Li-Like this! I want- I want to be fucked like this! J-Just like with the spanks, Daddy! Fuck me against the edge of the bed until my l-legs give out again!"

"Mmmm, until your legs give out? My, my, that's a big order for Daddy to fulfill, isn't it?" Hizashi question as he pushed himself up to his feet, a twitch running over his husband as he used his dry fingers collectively to push his pants down his thighs then his knees until he had them bunched near the tops of his boots which wasn't far from his knees though it was much freeing.

He then took two little inching, waddling steps only to frown as he then sighed. That wasn't going to work. If he had to waddle like that then it simply wasn't going to work. So he sat on the bed next Shouta who blinked as Hizashi plopped down, kicking at his left boot with his right foot grunting lightly as he pushed with his foot, wiggling his legs and foot until the appendage slid out of its snug place flying out of the boot causing it to thud to the floor and repeated the process for his other foot.

Then, in quick time, he got his leather pants down as fast as he could off of his legs before standing up again positioning himself behind his husband who whined lightly leaning his hips back. "Sorry 'bout that. Not really sexy to be taking boots and pants off, especially when I had them on a total of twenty minutes or so."

"It's fine!"

He reached forward, wriggling his fingers between the reddened cheeks to his husband's entrance rubbing his fingers against it a few times creating a slick little sound with each rub as if to soothe his trembling husband who whimpered now pressing back in a twitching movement and he let a wide grin curl over his lips. He circled the tip of his index finger around his entrance pulling another high, reedy sound from his husband before pushing the finger into him and he marveled much like he always did at the squeeze, at the blistering heat as he held his finger still.

He knew it wasn't needed at this point in their lives, knew Shouta didn't want him to wait, but it was always better to give him those few minutes to go from being empty to having something as simple as a finger in him. Even though he didn't exactly do that last Friday and he wouldn't stop apologizing for it. He was far too eager that night, far too ready by the time he sank into the lust that he hadn't thought twice about anything other than getting inside of Shouta. Tonight was different. Tonight it was controlled, it was routine, and it was planned step by step even more meticulously than last Friday.

Then any other time. It was his duty, his role to be in control whether that was physical or emotional or mental, he needed to be a solid rock for his husband to have when he sank into his subspace; a dependent. A constant source to rely on as any Submissive would with their Dominant. He began thrusting his finger slowly, an easy and slow push and pull that had his husband releasing a tiny little moan that ended on a whine as he then lifted his freehand up to brush the tips of his fingers over the reddened cheek making a flinch leave his husband as he continued moving his finger.

"Does it hurt?" He tilted his head when he received a frantic head shake from his husband that had his hair whipping around his shoulders. "Feel good? Is it sensitive?"

A nod that was just as frantic as that head shake. Then he smirked gaining a wicked idea, a little ploy he could use verbally as he pushed his middle finger next to his index, pressing against the entrance until it was sliding in alongside making a moan fly out of Shouta. A tremble moving over him as hips angled backwards, a little squirm from the man and he happily thrusted his fingers into his husband. While it was a bit different it was still so much better than he had been planning it to be.

"You know, kitten, I think I've said it before, but I want you to answer me out loud! No more head shakes, no more nods, you answer me with your voice, understand me? Or do you want to be spanked again tonight? Hmmm? Answer Daddy! Do you want to be spanked again? Spanked so hard your ass is burning for days and you can't sit down comfortably? All because you don't want to answer Daddy with your words? I thought you were a good boy now! Do you really want to start being a bad boy for Daddy?"

He scissored his fingers punctuating his words drawing a moan from his husband who arched his hips backwards eagerly, his legs trembling lightly in bursts, yet he could just barely make out the toes curling tightly against the carpet making his smirk widen. "Ahh! Ah, no-no! Not- Mmm! Not gonna be a b-ba- Ahhn! Bad boy! 'm good! Good, Daddy, good! 'm a good boy!"

He shivered at the lustful cry leaving his husband, his words triggering another rush of arousal low into his stomach like building pressure as he ground his teeth together to keep his own moans and groans down. Not yet. There'd be time in a bit to let them out, even if it was strangling his throat to keep them down. His breathing, well, there was no controlling that. Not really. It was burning him up to hold them down but he had to have just a little patience. Just like he was always telling Shouta.

"Mmm, I wa-want to be spanked more, Daddy! A-As a good boy! N-No punishment! I want-I want Daddy to spank me while y-you fuck me! Please? Please? Spank me when I'm full w-with your cock? Please?"

"A good boy that wants to be spanked more?" He used a feigned shock, perhaps even surprised tone that he often used with Eri playfully or with Nemuri when she tells him something he already knew or even with Yagi when the man tried telling him information he already had to begin with.

It was lilting, it was mocking yet playful when aimed at his husband who whimpered at his dramatic gasp punctuating that last word as he spread his fingers letting his gaze drop down curiously only to swallow a groan. Who knew the sight of his fingers, or even his husband's fingers, spreading his hole open could be so arousing? So damn hot? How did he never look before? He thrusted his fingers in rubbing at his inner walls making the muscles squeeze tightly around the digits.

"But I thought good boys didn't like being spanked! My goodness, kitten, why in the world would you want to be spanked while you're being fucked?"

His cheeks were aching lightly with his wide smirk as he stared down at his husband's back, the muscles flexing with a wave of pleasure no doubt each time he thrusted his fingers in, and the breathless groan he got from his husband sent another shiver down his spine as he scissored his fingers again. And again. And again. Thrusted into the heat repeatedly until the hips were rocking back and forth in time with his thrusting fingers making his lips twitch as if to spread into a wider grin that he knew was impossible.

God, he really wanted to incorporate more BDSM into their lives. He didn't know how he never brought it up before, how they never discussed it as Nemuri was big into that community and always talked about her own sexual adventures with BDSM but how did he never listen? He shook his thoughts off when Shouta whimpered out when he scissored his fingers subconsciously. "Nnnngh, 'cause it feels good! I-I like it! Like being spanked! Mmmmnnn, want my ass to hurt! I want it to burn! Want my th-thighs to have more m-marks on'em! It hurts so gooood! So f-fffucking good!"

Fuck, he should have gotten a flogger. Something to aim at his upper back while they were fucking, something to provide some extra stimulation to his husband's pleasure. He should have asked Nemuri to show him how to use all of them, flogger included, but he'd been worried it would be too much for his husband given this was their first time with impact play. He wondered if Nemuri ever used a baton, something that was made for that deep pain..

He just knew Shouta might love as much as everything else, but he could buy it all when he was done here. He could go to Nemuri again to show him how to use them, how to properly hit and safely give his husband the pleasure he would be desperate for. He flexed his fingers out again when he then leaned down to run his tongue up the center of his husband's back getting a little cry from the man.

"What a dirty boy! I didn't know my kitten was so lewd like that! To want to be spanked without being a bad boy, to have me fuck you silly while I do so? Such a dirty boy! No, perhaps naughty would be a better word for you? A naughty boy? A perverted little kitten who wants more and more from Daddy? I'd bet anything you'd love it for Daddy to step on you with his boots on, wouldn't you? To slam my feet on your thighs? Your legs and back?"

"Yes! Yesss, yes, I would, I would! L-Love your boots so much, always wa-wanted you to stomp on me with them! M-make your legs look so prettyyy!" Shouta's voice was an uncontrollable cry that seemed to only rise higher, growing reedier with each passing sentence and Hizashi was eating it up.

He scissored his fingers out a final time before pulling his fingers out of the man who whimpered loudly as he bent down picking up the condoms along with the lube wondering why he couldn't just choose one position, one place, and stick to it without moving everything with him. He really needed to work on that. He pulled the condoms out, ripping one off the chain then tucking the rest back in and tossing the little box onto the bed.

He then lifted the square up to his mouth ripping it open with his teeth when he looked up to see his husband gawking over his shoulder, glassy dark eyes locked on him. He smirked at him earning a shiver. "Da-Daddy, 'm a good boy? Good? I-Is it bad to be naughty?"

"Absolutely not bad, kitten, not bad at all!" He breathed out rolling the condom on himself, his fingers shaking as he slid it down then used the lube to squeeze a drop onto his fingers to rub against the twitching entrance of his husband who whimpered eagerly when he then pulled his fingers away to squirt a dollop onto his palm then reaching down to rub it across the condom. The quiet of the room seemed to amplify the slick sound, the quiet sound of lube being spread over the rubber of his condom.

Shouta's breath, along with his own, were cresting wildly with that eager excitement that seemed to be flowing in a never-ending cycle from one another. He tossed the tube onto the bed then reached out with his slick hands grabbing the dip between his thighs and his waist from the bent position, pulling him back just a bit from the bed as those breaths rasped in and out faster, faster until Hizashi wondered if he'd fly to the roof.

He might not have experienced subspace himself before but God he was absolutely electrified with the sensations beneath his skin. He looked up at the back of his husband's head, bowing forward as those hands gripped the sheets. "Re-Ready, kitten?"

The jerking movement of his hips were wordless but spoke loud enough for Hizashi to understand, without the man even needed to speak out loud though he'd just reprimanded him, he didn't care. He'd play around with the vague threats of another spanking in the future because Shouta hadn't listened when he said to speak out loud. He'd do it afterwards. He shifted his feet, legs spread just a bit to give him the stability he'd need and to help swing his hips forward better than if he kept his legs tight together.

He moved his hips forward, moving one hand from where it had been gripping at Shouta grip himself as he pushed forward like he needed to support his erection for that initial push, and once the head was sliding in the rest of him was sinking forward faster than he intended, his hand flying away from himself to squeeze his husband's skin somewhere though he couldn't be sure as he wasn't looking.

But he couldn't take his eyes away from the sight of himself sliding in so slickly, so smoothly until his pelvis was against Shouta's ass. The man cried out breathlessly, trembling lightly against him, as he squeezed and kneaded the flesh in his hands as he found himself gasping with each breath in great huffs that flew out when let his gaze flick up as if hoping to get a glance of his husband's face. He couldn't, naturally, as it was still bowed forward, and he was melting.

He was trembling just like Shouta, his hands squeezing tightly as he sat still for what felt like an eternity when in reality it was merely a minute. Then another minute. And that was all his self-control could take. He pulled his hips back then slamming forward with a squelch that was quickly covered by the sharp impact of his skin hitting Shouta's dragging a loud moan from his husband. When he pulled back, he saw Shouta shifting on his feet slightly only to for his own moan to fly out of him when Shouta pushed backwards meeting his thrust perfectly.

So perfectly. He wanted to say his sharp thrust was a one-time occurrence, that he could control himself and give his husband a slow, easy rhythm that would ease them into the sharp pounding rhythm just like every other time but that would be a lie. It would be a lie before it even left his lips or even formed in his mind. He pulled back then came forward sharply, his husband jerking back to meet that thrust harder than he expected causing him to wobble on his feet from the force used and he groaned yanking his hips back eagerly only to fly forward.

Faster. He wanted to be faster. Harder. God, he really thought he controlled himself better until Shouta was the one screaming at him for harder, faster, but tonight he was absolutely frenzied for a hard, fast pounding speed. Something his body ached to deliver. He didn't need his husband to shout, to scream and howl for him to adopt that pounding rhythm as he was sinking into it faster than he ever thought possible as he yanked his hips back faster, quicker until he feared he'd slide right out of him.

Thrilling. It was fucking thrilling. To delight in snapping forward creating that sharp slap that had Shouta moaning encouragingly. Any self-control he thought he could use was gone. He felt positively feral; like he could physically smell the pheromones rolling off of his husband and they were driving him positively mad as his hips slammed forward harder, harder, harder until his husband was flying forward despite his own hard thrusts backwards, yet he didn't complain one bit.

He could see the sheen of sweat covering Shouta's back, muscles that quivered and tightened until his shoulder blades were wiggling every soften or coming together tightly as he slammed forward against his husband. He rocked on his own feet for a little momentum every once in a while, as he swung his hips back and forth wildly, the sharp slap each time he hit against his husband's ass was absolutely worthwhile as he began to pull Shouta in time with his forward thrusts.

The man was thrusting himself backwards just as fast, just as hard as Hizashi though he groaned loudly when the blonde began pulling at him. He wanted faster, wanted that animalistic edge of fucking that they dissolved into once in a blue moon when one of them went away on a mission that took longer than expected to come home. He's burning. His skin is flaming hotter, feverish, and scalding him from the inside out as he slams his hips forward and he can feel just how hot Shouta's own skin is beneath his hands as he continues to pull.

To help aid in moving the man backwards harder, faster, each time he slammed backwards. His moans are cresting higher, much like Shouta's were, though from the little flinches he got from the man he knew he was going to high, yet he couldn't stop. He always slipped up during sex, but it was so hard to remember not to use his quirk. So hard. His next moan came out of him as a shout, a near wail of his own only to hear a very distinct popping sound from above them that immediately killed the low lighting.

And he expected Shouta to shout at him about popping the light bulbs in the ceiling light. He got nothing, nothing but the highest, longest moan from his husband of the night as his hips seemed to thrust backwards in a frenzy of movement. He met those frantic, frenzied thrusts with his own as he dug his nails into Shouta's skin and dragged them upwards until he got to his waist making the man wail out as his legs trembled.

All of him trembled. He wanted to say something, anything, yet his words came out as the moans and groans he'd been choking down all night long; as if his brain was insisting, he'd talked enough for the moment. Talked his ass off and he didn't need those words right now. He could hear the quiet squelching from his push and pull, the sound sending shivers down his spine as his own toes curled tightly to the carpet as he then gripped his husband's waist tightly when he remembered, remembered he had to comply with at least one of Shouta's desires.

The one thing he asked for, something he was no doubt waiting for even in his subspace, and so he slid his hand along the curve of his waist to his lower back where he then slid his hand down to grip the reddened cheek that felt hot beneath his hand. Blisteringly hot somehow. He heard Shouta's breath hitch in on a wild, choked gasp that had him shivering when he squeezed the sensitive flesh tightly in his hand making a whimper fly out of his husband.

He then dug his nails in to bite lightly at the skin before pulling his hand back listening to the breath stop beneath him, leaving his own excited panting to fill the space as he brought his hand down with a sharp crack against the skin. All that air flew out of his husband on a wail that had him shuddering to hear. He brought his hand back and cracked it down against the reddened skin pulling another wail from his husband though the sound was far more exciting than perhaps his husband expected.

A touch too loud given how he jumped at the sound leaving himself, but Hizashi loved it. Expected it. He slammed his hips forward harder, harder, harder. He needed to go harder. He brought his hand up again slamming it down on the skin and allowing another high, trembling moan to fly out of him when the muscles squeezed and gripped at him tightly. So tightly he feared he wouldn't be able to move without the use of his hand joining the other to pull his husband.

He loved the heat, the tight heat that squeezed and wrapped around him so perfectly he could do little more than drive himself forward into it again, and again, faster each time he pulled back. He was frantic, frenzied and he knew he was acting like the feral animal he compared himself to just moments ago. He brought his shaking hand down sharply on the reddened skin wishing he could have something to hit his husband's trembling thighs, something more than just his hand, and he wished he'd put the cane on the bed.

Just to look at. Just to have close. He didn't think he had the strength, the willpower to stop or pull away to grab the paddle or the cane from its place where he'd dropped them earlier. He'd get them later. And maybe, just maybe, he'll have enough stamina later for Shouta to use them on HIM. He heard the moan from his husband as he howled out at the thought, the very thing that had his hips slamming forward desperately, excitedly.

Then he brought his hand down on the side of his husband's thigh in a sharp crack that had another, louder moan sliding out of the black-haired man. God, with as kinky as he was naturally how did he never suggest they dive into BDSM before? He never thought he or Shouta would flourish in their respective roles with their titles, their safe word, their color system, and he never thought spanking could be so damn exciting.

That impact play, that the BDSM elements implemented would be the thing that drove him, drove his husband, up the absolute wall with the lust and the arousal eating them up. He wanted to lean over his husband, press his chest to his heaving back to restrict the depth of those breaths but he fought that urge as he slammed himself forward into that tight heat again and again. Frantic to return to it each time he pulled back. He needed to say- He wanted- What did he-?

"Shouta! Shouta, fuck! So good! So ffffucking goood! Fucking a-awesome! Nnnghh, so fucking tight! Hot, tight, so perfect just for me! So good, kitten, so good! God, does it hurt? Does it burn so gooood?" He got a frantic nod from his husband who shouted out a response, yet it didn't reach him in that second as he slammed his hips forward harder, faster, as fast as he could and as hard as he possibly could.

His hips ached lightly already, begging him to slow down, to chill out, yet he couldn't. Couldn't listen to the little voice warning him he'd be limping on his patrols, limping tomorrow, yet he couldn't care. He could just stay home with Shouta and if he cocked an attitude he could just- "Fuck! We're st-staying home tomorrow, kitten! I don't wa-want to hear anything from you! Bi-Bitch at me about it all you want tomorrow, and you'll get f-fucking spanked! I'll borrow sh-shit from Nem! I'll f-fucking teach you to be good! To not run your mouth!"

"A-Ah, please! Please! Te-Teach me! Please! Mmm! Please!"

"I wi-will! I fuckin' will! Because you ne-need to be a good boy! My good boy! All day! All w-weekend long! A-And if you're bad once I'll fuckin' spank the shit out of you! So be good! Li-Listen to Daddy and be a good fucking boy!

"I will! I'll be soooo goood! So good! W-Won't complain!" Shouta was wailing, bordering on screaming much like Hizashi was as he slammed forward wondering if the sheets were rubbing against his husband's erection, if it was providing enough friction for him.

Though judging by the way his hips were flying forward just as desperately, the way he was twisting and squirming desperately as his nails dragged at the sheets, told him everything he needed to know. He moved his hand up and brought it down with a sharp crack against the red cheek, gripping it tightly afterwards making a wail fly out of his husband as his hips once again flew back frantically to meet his thrusts and he could see his legs shaking.

Knew he wasn't going to be able to take much more. His husband's legs always got weak fast when they had sex standing up, if the shower said anything, and he squeezed the cheek tightly making a deep, snarling moan rip out of his husband for once that had him shaking to hear. He loved it. "Ha-Harder! Hard, Daddy! More, I wa- Nnngh! More! I need- I want to cu-Ah! Haah, haah ohhhh God! Fucking hell! I want- Hnnn! Ahhh! Holy shit, holy shit! I need- I'm gonna- Daddy, har- Ah! Ah, ah, ah!"

He squeezed the flesh in his hand tightly a second longer as he slammed forward, growling under his breath though he was absolutely positive his husband could hear it as he lifted his hand up he brought it down as hard as he could on the side of his husband's thigh, aimed as close to the back as he could possibly get loving the strained cry that left his husband. He could feel the muscles tightening, gripping him tighter with each thrust and each rub when he decided to finally angle his hips, to give his husband what he was no doubt waiting for this whole time.

He shifted his hips just enough that when he slammed forward, he knew he'd hit his prostate dead on. Knew it. He slammed forward with all the strength he possessed with his hips and the absolutely feral shriek that left his husband had his toes twitching, curling tightly again as he felt that tight pressure curling low in his stomach with each forward thrust that was growing more eager.

Desperate to fly forward into the heat, eager to chase after that orgasm he felt building slowly but surely. He wondered how he lasted so long, how he didn't come within the first five minutes of slamming into his husband with how his erection had been positively dripping with the pre-come but he didn't care. He was grateful he lasted this long. He blinked when he saw a droplet drip onto the reddened cheek, gasping so raggedly, at such a speed his throat felt scraped raw.

Honestly, he was surprised he hadn't felt the sweat dripping down the sides of his face, his forehead, crawling down his cheeks. Anywhere it could drip it did and it was a shock he hadn't felt it. His hair was still down, after all, and clung to his sweaty skin annoyingly much like his bangs along with the hair on the sides of his face clung to his hot cheeks and forehead respectively. He brought his hand down on his husband's thigh again making him jump with a deep groan flying out of him, lengthy and cracking lightly.

And fuck the delight in the sound unmistakable and he then stepped forward stopping his husband's thrusting movements in favor of pinning him to the bed's edge. He then gripped his waist tightly with both hands slamming forward while pressing down to yank and pull his husband's lower half in such a way that his goal was to grind, to rub his husband's erection against the blankets with enough friction to get home off.

And it worked. His husband wailed as his right hand lifted from the sheets flying backwards clawing at his waist just above his own ass fiercely, gripping at the skin as one only could as his nails dug into his skin sending a burst of pain across his own skin that had him crying out as he slammed forward in time with the subtle pulling of his husband's hand. He was desperate to get there, desperate to get Shouta there, and yet he wanted to drag this out so much longer.

He wanted to relish in the hits of that paddle, the crack of the cane against his husband's thighs, the heat of his body burning against his own and the scalding near velvety heat of his husband's hole squeezing him tightly. The nails in his skin. The ragged gasps. The sharp crack of his hand having met that reddened skin. He wanted it all to last longer and he wanted to hear that voice calling out for him louder, louder until he was screaming just as loud as Hizashi would be.

However, it was merely common knowledge that, sometimes, good things had to come to an end. He squirming with each thrust, his orgasm making itself known in a much more obvious way than it had been earlier as that pressure continued to grow until his stomach was flexing and tightening until the muscles trembled much like those in his thighs. His legs were shaking as he pushed down harder, yanked and pulled faster for his husband who wailed out a moan that sounded like it was an absolute strain on his poor throat.

He would make sure Shouta orgasmed first, that he reached that peak, and they'd lay on the bed until his husband left that subspace of his, pampering him with the kisses and cuddles he knew he would need before pulling them both to the shower where he'd wash him up and they could whatever snacks or leftovers they had available and watch movies all night. He'd been serious about not letting Shouta go in tomorrow.

There was no reason to shame his husband that way. Not when students would be gossiping about why he was being sent home again. Teenagers were ruthless in the art of talking shit and he knew that personally. He whimpered then when a particularly harsh squeeze around his erection had him squirming on his feet as he slammed forward, yanking backwards. He pressed his husband down on the blankets as he slammed into him.

His head fell forward, his glasses threatening to slip off his sweaty face as droplets hit Shouta's equally sweaty skin as he struggled to breathe the hot puffs of air, he was taking that huffed out just as fast. He was burning alive, he was tensing tighter with the orgasm threatening to snap through him, and it was unbearable. It was torture. It was a delicious, agonizing pleasure that had him whimpering under his breath in between those loud moans flying out of him

. He pressed down as hard as he dared on Shouta's lower back, rubbing him fiercely against the sheets when the muscles began squeezing actively as the man began beneath him tensed up so fiercely, he was shaking as he cried out. "Ah! Haah, haah, Da-Daddy! I- Nnnghh, I can't! It's- Fuck! Fuck, ahh! It's so good! So fffucking good! God, yes! Yes! It's right- Ahh! Ahhhnn! I love you! Love you, love you, love you! I fu-fucking love you!"

Shouta's voice had finally, finally crested to that scream it had been bordering on minutes ago and he slammed forward harder, faster in long pulls that had the man jolting forwards with his hair trembling around his shoulders with the hits from what he could see. He loved it. Oh, fuck he loved it! Shouta, given his reaction, also seemed to love it. This- God, it went so much better and he was fucking deliriously over it.

He was euphoric, proud this turned out so good. And the sound of his husband's voice, raising higher into a cry had shivers running down his spine. "Nnnghh, Daddy! Daddy, it's- I'm cumming! Cumming, cumming, Daddy! I can't-Mmmmmnnnn ohhh fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me so gooood! It's- Don't stop! Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop! Yes! Yes! Fu- Daddy! Cum with me! Please! I- Ahh! Ah! Ah! Yes!"

He groaned at that tight squeeze that made it hard to pull back, his hips stuttering when the rhythmic squeezing seemed intent on keeping him trapped inside of him as the man screamed digging his nails fiercely into his skin as he squeezed the skin of his waist tightly, nails dragging slightly. The fiery pain it sent across his skin was just what he needed this time. His husband was writhing, squirming on the bed.

Positively writhing as he tensed up through his orgasm and Hizashi complied with his begged request; he didn't stop. He slammed forward, a grunt flying out of him with each hit as the slap of their skin rang out each time until his orgasm burst through him making him wail out just as loudly as his husband had, his hips stuttering as they slammed forward one last time grinding himself against Shouta as he clenched his jaw hissing his breaths through his teeth.

It was washing out every little thing in his mind, every little word, idea of what they would do after, and leaving a glowing euphoric relief that swelled each time he felt his dick throb and twitch through the force of his orgasm. The muscles of his stomach, his thighs, tensed through each wave painfully until they trembled viciously begging to be relaxed and he heard Shouta moaning beneath him with a tone of happiness, of utter delight with each twitch, each pulsing throb of his orgasm.

And then it was done. It was over and he was slumping forward against Shouta as he gasped against his sweaty skin struggling to catch his breath, the back heaving beneath him lifting him with each upwards movement as he shook against his husband in hard bursts. His legs felt weak, promising the moment he stepped away he would be down, and he'd stay down. He then began pressing little kisses to his husband's upper back, weakly and idly making a whimper slip out of his husband.

He then lifted his hands from his waist to slide up his sides before moving one up to stroke his husband's hair softly, weaving his fingers into the locks to scratch lightly at his scalp the way he liked. He scratched gently, rubbed circles into his husband's heaving side with his fingers softly as they merely breathed. Stood still and breathed. He closed his eyes for a moment, his glasses pressing up to the left from his press against the skin.

When he didn't hear a word of protest from his husband, no matter how weak it could have been, he opened his eyes again. His husband was probably so blissed out, so lost in his subspace he was more than likely on the border of dissociation in the moment, and he needed to remedy that. He needed to give him something to focus on, something to tether him to the moment. He turned his head kissing his husband's back softly, heaving with his gasping breaths when he then nuzzled his cheek to the spot softly.

"Sho?" He got a hum. Weak and faint. "You're a good boy, such a good boy. My good boy. I love you too, kitten. Love you so fucking much."

"M-Mmm, love you too, D-Daddy." He whimpered out the words weakly, his voice cracking adorably as he lifted himself up and he pulled his hips back slowly then twisted quickly to sit on the edge of the bed next to his husband lifting his clumsy, shaking hands up to pull the condom off struggling to tie the slippery thing off.

It snapped against his fingers, stinging lightly each time, and he felt Shouta crawl up onto the bed only to look over when his knee slipped off the edge, but he got up laying on his side avoiding the come on the blanket as he looked at him with those big glassy eyes of his. He had drool on his chin, smeared on his cheek, cheeks that were a flaming red and there was a wetness to his eyes that hadn't spilled over once.

Yet he felt a strange sense of pride that he'd not only put his husband into subspace but he'd made him feel good enough twice in a row to be reduced to near tears. "Daddy? C-Can we take a b-bath. I can't feel my legs r-right now." Oh. He nearly dropped the slipper condom before forcing himself to tie it off this time successfully, the rubber squelching and squeaking with the action as he then tossed it into their little waste basket and turned brushing away the lube and condoms in favor of plucking up the wipes opening the top and pulling one out.

He then leaned over lifting his shaking legs up onto the bed moving over to Shouta to rub the come that had smeared against his stomach, scrubbing at the skin as the man sighed softly. He used a second one to make sure the skin was clean as possible even if they were going to be washing up soon, he then used the clean side of that second one to clean himself off before tossing both wipes into the little trash.

Leaning over to brush the hair away from his husband's sweaty forehead leaning down pressing a kiss to it getting himself a little whine. "Of course, kitten. Anything you want tonight you can have. But have you learned your lesson? Have you learned not to say those things and taunt Daddy like that? Will you be a bad boy again?"

He pulled back watching dark lashes flutter open again, those wide glassy eyes looking up at him when the man crawled forward lifting himself up into a half sitting position and Hizashi moved to cross his legs together allowing the black-haired man to crawl into his lap. Arms slipped around his shoulders as that face then nuzzled itself to his throat and he pressed his cheek against the dark locks of hair waiting for an answer.

The final words that would end this scene for the night. He stroked his hand up and down his husband's back, the other lightly rubbing the curve of his waist softly when he heard a shaking breath exist his husband slowly against his throat as he hummed softly squeezing the man closer to his chest prompting those arms to tighten around his shoulders, fingers curling into his own hair. "Ye-Yes, Daddy, I learned m-my lesson. I won't be bad again. I w-won't be a bad boy."

He kissed the top of his head, his eyes flicking to the paddle and cane on the floor feeling a faint tingle of excitement move through him, and he kissed the top of his husband's head while that face pressed tightly to his throat making stubble scratch at his skin lightly. "That's my good boy."