Fifty Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

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

20. Put A Ring On It

The soft rustling of paper.

Pens scratching against it.

Soft sighs

The light clicks of a keyboard.

That's what made up most of Shouta's afternoon on that Wednesday as he sat across from his husband, the blonde's hair pulled back in a tight bun for once that rested against the nape of his neck, his glasses being nudged up every once in a while, as his pen scratched lightly against paper as he circled and crossed at questions each question. His other hand pressed tightly to his lip, his eyes flicking to the computer every once in a while, as if he was waiting for something.

Much like Shouta was. Without thinking twice, without even considering bringing it up to his husband, he made an impulsive purchase for the first time in a long time. While it could be considered as tame, in reality he has bought some embarrassing things in his life and this one was absolutely no different. The cock cage, being one, and the pet play set being another along with the lingerie, yet he'd bought them.

He hadn't thought twice about purchasing them as two of those things went along with things, he'd already been interested in but the thought of getting anything more? It was embarrassing. He wanted to say that he was immune to the embarrassment, but he was sitting in their little dining room, staring at the papers he was grading and stealing glances up at his husband who was doing identical work.

He wanted to check his phone again. He wanted to open up his email, open the tracker, and see where his most recent purchase was but the last time he'd picked up his phone those green eyes had leveled on his curiously. Suspiciously. His fingers twitched as he fought the urge to do so, fought the urge to briefly check, instead frowning at the paper before him. Denki really needed the extra help, didn't he? Or rather he needed more extra help.

Denki got a few right but nine out of twenty wasn't exactly star quality work and he knew he couldn't just let the poor kid flounder for footing in his schoolwork. Wouldn't do that. It happened to Hizashi, and his husband had to claw, drag and scrape by in school when it came to certain subjects though some ignored that for how he absolutely flourished with his English. He looked up when the blonde across from him released a little breath through his nose, watching his husband lean back in his seat throwing his arms up over his head groaning as his chest thrust forward.

He felt his feet lightly tap his own as his legs stretched out before another sigh left the blonde. He shifted his weight in his chair, picked up his pen again, and rested his temple against his fist as he resumed his grading. The blonde was flying through the work, putting all his focus onto the papers that it was aweing to see his husband fly through a stack of paper the way he did in the last hour alone.

While he knew the man also had essays he needed to grade, the same applied for himself, but he wondered if mentally his husband could handle that. If the set of his shoulders, stiff and tense much like his back, or how his eyebrows came together tightly over his glasses as his eyes scanned restlessly over the questions and answers on the sheet or even how his fingers seemed to squeeze the pen tightly said anything about it the man needed a break.

He knew sex wasn't a break, but it would relax him and tomorrow they could put in the proper time, dedication even, to grading essays from their students. After all, there was never a time limit on when teachers had to hand back essays unless they themselves expressly said to the students when to expect them back. He dragged his teeth across his bottom lip a few times, letting his gaze drop in favor of returning to his own work, slipping his fingers under his reading glasses to rub at his eyes.

This was strangely reminiscent of their school days when they would go to Hizashi's loud house or Shouta's quiet apartment due to his parents being gone most of the time, to do their schoolwork together. The only difference was he needed these little reading glasses now. Then he felt it. A foot lightly tapping on top of his own. He lifted his gaze up in a warning glare, expecting to find eyes on him, only to waver slightly when Hizashi's eyes scanned over the paper underneath his hands.

In rapid succession, he then quickly graded two questions in rapid succession of one another then settling to tapping his pen between his thumb and his pinky rapidly making it rattle lightly. Another habit the blonde had when they were in high school. He was just grateful he didn't click his pen rapidly like he used to; God, that was an awful annoying thing. He took a moment to glare at his husband a few more seconds, though it was far weaker than it should have been had those eyes been on him.

And so, he looked back down at the worksheet finishing off his own grading of Denki's page before writing the score on the top with a little sigh then placing it to the side. He only had Todoroki, Midoriya, Bakugo, Ashido and Ida's papers to do. He could fly through five easily. He started with Ida's first, flying through the paper with a straight line of circles, the teen easily gaining a perfect score like he always did, and placed that paper aside in a mere two minutes of scanning over the questions and the answers.

He then took a breath before plucking Ashido's paper off of the dwindling stack of his. Like Denki needed the help he could tell Ashido needed that help as well. He knew ADHD presented differently in boys and girls, but he wasn't sure how to tackle Ashido's ADHD. He only had experience with Hizashi, only knew how to deal with the Denki's ADHD given it was so similar to Hizashi's.

Truly, he needed to continue researching into ADHD representation in females, to see if perhaps he could use the same methods he did with Denki. He didn't see how it wouldn't work; just because it presented differently between them didn't mean it was a different mental disorder. They had ADHD, something that could function the same way despite genders, but he knew he'd have to make some tweaks to his lesson plans and definitely needed to understand Ashido's ADHD better before he tackled it.

He just needed to make sure he did it soon. The girl always threw herself into study groups and while she did lightyears better than Denki sometimes it was a hit and miss; sometimes she did decently on an assignment and sometimes she failed horribly like Denki. It was just like with Todoroki's autism, or Midoriya's anxiety, or even Bakugo's very clear signs of bipolar of some kind along with his recent hearing problems.

Not to mention everyone else's disorders in the class if they possessed it, he just needed to learn and read up more before he tackled teaching these kids of his. He could send them to Hound Dog all he liked, he still needed to do HIS part in making sure they understood the course material. He needed- He jumped when he felt the foot on his, the limb that never moved, rub lightly against his own making him flick another glare up at his husband.

He might not be checking his phone compulsively, but that foot was distracting. Just what was he trying to do? Get him to play footsies under the table? It wouldn't be the first time Hizashi tried coaxing him into something like that. Green eyes then lifted to him, a head tilting to the side. Innocent. Naïve even. "Something wrong, Sho?"

"... No. Nothing's wrong."

When Hizashi smiled at him then looked down at the worksheet he was grading again, his glasses slipping down a bit causing him to nudge them up his nose with his knuckles and went right back to what he'd been doing seconds ago like there hadn't been a single pause. He reluctantly let his gaze lower to his own paperwork, nearly groaning at just how many crosses he'd made compared to circles; this worksheet had been difficult for Ashido. Very difficult. He definitely would have to go over his lesson plans, try to adjust them to his ADHD and autistic diagnosed students so they could understand better. While Todoroki didn't need the extra help, given he was very intelligent in that area, it was clear to see there were other areas he struggled in; like with social interaction. He couldn't read his fellow students well, couldn't understand their emotions too well, and was often left clueless in the face of social cues but the boy was smart with his schoolwork even if he was clueless in other areas. He sighed as he continued scanning over the questions, reading Ashido's answers then making quick marks on the question and before long he was tallying up the score on her paper as well and frowning softly at the numbers at the top of the page. Another low score, like Denki. He was placing it on the pile with the others, pulling Midoriya's in front of him on the table, and he twitched when he felt a toe nudging at his own making his jaw clenched when it then slid across his foot up his calf teasingly. He glared down at his paper, convinced the heat of it alone would set it ablaze, as toes tapped his knee before dropping away.

What the fuck is he doing?

He decided to reach over picking his cell phone up, unlocking the screen ignoring the curious eyes on him as he quickly navigated his home screen to his email, pressing the little icon and pulling it up where it loaded for a few moments before bringing him to his inbox. He tapped the email of his confirmation the order had been shipped, tapped the link for tracking, and wiggled his jaw hearing the little click along with feeling the little pop associated with it when he refreshed the page instinctively only to sigh when it didn't change.

He knew he was being impatient, but he'd been waiting for this simple little thing for days now. He turned the screen off, placed it down, picked up his pen again and rested his chin on his fist with a little sigh, leaving him. How long did it take for something so small, so simple, to be delivered? He knew he couldn't force the mail system to work faster just to bring him HIS package but God he wished it'd just show UP already.

It was only as he began reading over the answers on the page, flexing his fingers out to scratch his cheek when he felt that damn foot again. It slid up his shin again right up to his knee, his heart skipping when reached forward caressing his thigh softly, a soft hum leaving Hizashi, as his foot wriggled between his thighs which he snapped shut tightly making green eyes lift at the same moment he lifted his own to glare at his husband.

The man once again had that innocent, doe eyed look on his face as he slid his foot free. He glared viciously at the blonde, the heat behind such a look had blonde brows lifting, and then both men turned back to their tasks of grading. He could feel a quiet little thrill of excitement humming weakly through his veins, making his stomach flutter with that airy feeling. His heart to would skip quickly in rapid successions every once in a while when he thought of that foot lifting again.

Oh, he knew what the blonde wanted; he knew the blonde was more than likely bored and wanted to fool around. Wanted to work the tension off. He could see on the paper, on the lines for the answers, how many times Midoriya had written and scrubbed the answer away before settling on the one he was reading now. He sighed softly. The boy was far too anxious and nervous for his own good sometimes.

He'd have to talk to Yagi about it as well given the man was mentoring Midoriya, his blatant favoritism quite disgusting, but he was extending that fatherly affection to the other students though he knew Midoriya would always be the star in his eye given he was his successor. He just knew if Yagi said something to the boy that it would have more impact than Shouta. Way more than him strolling up and suggesting the boy start talking to Hound Dog about looking into an out of school therapist.

Then again, he could always- He sucked in a breath, his thighs snapping together again only this time the foot had wriggled forward enough to press against its goal; perhaps even the goal this whole time. His crotch. His head snapped up as he glared at Hizashi who was still calmly grading his paper, turning to the computer to no doubt see if any more essays had been turned in though that would be unlikely as he assigned it today.

To expect an essay in English to be turned in so fast was insanity. After all, it's what they did. It was better to knock out an essay sooner rather than later. But that foot began moving in a rubbing, pressing manner that had his face flooding with heat as he clenched his pen tightly reaching a hand under the table to grab his ankle tightly making those eyes slide over to him from their focus on the laptop screen. No more innocence. No more doe eyed look. He got a glinting, mischievously devious look this time. It sent shivers down his spine to see.

"What's the matter, baby? Something wrong? You're all red like an apple! What's got you flushed over there, hmm?" He watched Hizashi pull his hand from the laptop to link his fingers together in a bridge position that he then rested his chin on top of, his lashes lowering giving him a smug little look.

It was only made worse as that foot continued pressing in intervals, like he was trying to mimic a kneading motion. He tightened his fingers around his husband's ankle as if it would stop the movements, stop that kneading motion that had his Achilles tendon flexing beneath his fingers each time his foot pulled up then pressed down kneading at him. His dick gave a very interested twitch much to his mortification when Hizashi's lips pulled into a smug smirk.

Hizashi's foot then shifted from that kneading movement to the rubbing one that ground the ball of his foot against him making his heart jump in his chest. "My goodness, you're so red! Whatever could be the matter?"

"Get. Your. Foot. Off." He growled each word heavily, dangerously as he glared at his husband who pouted at him with a confused look as his brows came together when he tilted his head again while keeping his chin on his fingers giving him such a pouty look that it was nearly distracting.

The slow, languid blinks that were given didn't help either. The foot was still rubbing, still grinding lightly against his crotch as his dick twitched again at the sensation and he squeezed his fingers around his ankle, his thighs around the foot He grit his teeth when his phone vibrated then with a notification from his email. It was here. It was here! He pushed the foot off of him, making Hizashi's chair squeal lightly against the floor, the blonde wobbling in his seat as he pushed backwards to keep that foot from reaching for him again.

Then he stood up glaring at his husband who merely widened his eyes at him now. "Cut it out."

"But I'm a slut, Sho! You told me that! And you're a slut too! Why not be sluts together?" Hizashi whined at him reaching his hands out now, unlocking them from one another, fingers curling to grab his shirt as he walked around the table as he jumped out of his husband's reach making him whine again with that pout on his lips. "Come on! Let's take a break, baby! Let's get some energy out! I know a good way to get some energy out and burn off the calories from dinner! Don't you want to stay fit? Burn off those excess calories?"

"You're pushing it, Hizashi. Pushing it." He snapped though he didn't use as much heat as he would have any other day, that spanking was still fresh in his mind, and a shiver ran down the center of his back at the thought of being bent over the and bed being spanked like that again.

To have the paddle brought down so fiercely he really was limping, or that cane cracking against the back of his thighs until the welts formed again and stayed longer than two measly days. To waddle around from the impacts of such a spanking was the fantasy. The dream one day. That didn't mean he wanted to provoke his husband for such a ruthless spanking such as that again even if it left him feeling ecstatic in his subspace. Even if he wanted it so badly, he was willing to be an absolute dick to his husband just to provoke it.

Everything, absolutely everything about that night was engrained in his mind and he refused to let it go. Ever. It was the new substance to his fantasies, to his wet dreams and he wouldn't have it any other way. "And I'm nowhere near as slutty as you think I am."

"I'd beg to differ!" Hizashi shouted over his shoulder when he walked into the kitchen towards the front hallway, to get his package, and he rolled his eyes when Hizashi's wordless whining reached him as easily as it would have if they were in the same room together still. "Come onnnn, Shoutaaa! Let's be sluts! Let's take a break! I need a breather anyways, so just join me, you old grump!"

He scoffed under his breath at the words amplified by the use of his husband's quirk as he unlocked the door, opening it and reaching down to grab the package relieved it showed up even if it was late in the evening for deliveries to be made. He picked up the thin package- or, well, packet would be a better word, wouldn't it? It was discreet packaging, but it certainly wasn't a box. It was like those internally bubble wrapped lined envelopes Amazon used with small deliveries.

"Shouta!"

"Can you shut the fuck up for once in your life? I can hear you! I bet the whole neighborhood can hear your loud ass too!" He shouted back slamming the door shut, flipping the lock when he then marched towards the dining room listening to his own feet thud against the floor.

Making his way down the hall, he flew into the kitchen then marched over to the doorway of the dining room slamming his hands on the doorframe glaring at his husband. The blonde's eyes were narrowing on him in response with a fierce glare of his own when he then huffed out a breath. He didn't want to be irritated when they tried this but goddammit Hizashi whined worse than any child he had ever met in his entire life. Whined worse than their actual seven-year-old.

"Hizashi, stop whining. You're whining like a damn baby!"

The man then pouted at him before straightening in his chair, turning his back to him and even from behind he could tell by the movement of his shoulders he was crossing his arm. Dear fucking Lord, why did he marry this man? He let out an irritated huff of breath before walking into the room towards the table slamming his hands along with the packet down on the table staring at his husband who was pouting at him then childishly turned his head away.

"You're being mean, Shouta! I only suggested being slutty together and you had to yell at me with the front door open! That's hella rude!"

"Oh, my fucking god, put your papers together, you overgrown child! Get your shit together, leave it here, and follow me if you want to see what I got us!" His husband turned his head just enough to look at him from the corner of his eye making his own eye twitch in irritation. He was asking for it. Hizashi was asking for it.

He huffed walking around the table again to his side, taking the time to place the graded papers on the bottom while the remaining ones that needed grading on top, slid them into his own laptop keyboard before lowering the screen. Hizashi was pouting at him the whole time. He then marched around the table, shooting a look at his husband as he made his way around while keeping out of reach of his husband.

"You have five seconds to get your shit together and follow me to the bedroom. Otherwise, you'll never know what it is, and you won't have any breaks until you grade every single paper and those essays."

He then lengthened his footsteps, briskly walking into the kitchen trying not to run for the bedroom when his heart began hammering as he realized just what his attitude, his glares and his tone could imply to his husband. Realized what kind of result he would get out of it. A spanking was definitely in his future. He grits his teeth as his dick twitched again with that interested, excited feeling running through him.

Choking it down, he struggled to keep from sprinting as he walked down the little hallway leading to their bedroom when he heard footsteps rushing to catch up with him. He slid open the doors, tempted to shut them behind himself despite hearing his husband's footsteps rushing just steps behind him. However, he knew if he did something as impulsive as that then he'd definitely be bent over the bed again. He'd happily take it. Take it, be grateful, and happily ask for more.

God, what did that say about him as a person? He walked over to the bed as he tore open the top of the packet in his hand, his husband stepping into the room and shutting the door then flipping that little lock. "You know, you really shouldn't be talking to me like that, Shouta."

Ah, that was the tone. It was a dangerous one that sent that chill down the center of his back, the type that threatened to arch his back; a sensation of a finger tracing down the length of his spine. He fucking loved it. He found that he one thousand percent loved his husband's voice when it got like that; his Dom voice as he was coming to think of it. It was a firm, no-nonsense tone and pitch that had him snapping to attention when it was used.

And oh, was it used multiple times since that spanking but always with the cheery pitch when they were around others. As if it was no big deal to subtly threaten his husband with something as simple as a spanking in the vaguest ways possible. It had even gotten an arched brow from Yagi of all people. He swallowed dipping his hand into the packet only to spine around hiding the small item behind his back, his teeth digging into his lip briefly when he stared up at the space Hizashi had closed between them.

His heart was frantic, pounding against his chest excitedly making his breath hitch. "Yo-You're irritating me!"

"So? You know, I'm annoying! You married me, Shouta! You had ten years to debate on leaving me but married me anyways! Now, are you going to show me what you have?"

"I don't know! Do you deserve to know what I have?"

Hizashi raised his brows locking his hands behind his back rather than reaching for him and somehow that felt ten times more intimidating. He squeezed the sides of the carboard pack in his hand, swallowing as he looked up at Hizashi feeling a rush of excitement that had his breath hitching again when the man then tilted his head. "Come on, show me! You said to follow you and I did! Now show me what you bought, please?"

He forced his hands to move, strangely feeling like that time he'd bought something with his card his mother had given him, and she'd demanded to see what he bought. His hands trembled lightly when he brought his hands in front of him, looking down away from those expectant eyes, and looked down at the front before flipping it around then holding it out for Hizashi to look down at it. Had anyone seen it from a distance they would have assumed it was something simple as a little box for headphones or a cell phone charger.

However, just seeing Hizashi's eyes widen had his teeth biting down harder on his lip before dragging his teeth over it when the pain had him twitching. Hizashi took the little box from him, awe on his face now when he then looked up at him with those wide eyes. It was nothing fancy, nothing wild, and while there were many options, he had gone with Shouta had gone with a simplistic ring that was black in color and silicone in texture; something he had read that was recommended for a first time use for beginners.

He'd had to measure himself, to get his girth and find the right size that wouldn't be too tight and nothing too loose. He had been debating it for some time, given they were still trying the cage in his off time when he possibly could though more often than not, he wore it on his late nights at the dorms when Nemuri convinced him to stay the night rather than running home which Hizashi was fine with.

But a cock ring? That was different. Very different. Of course, the night of the shibari he'd been given a taste of orgasm control, though it had been weak. He'd been weak against it. A cock ring? That really would stop him from orgasming prematurely or at all, it would keep him hard, and he wanted to know just how wild he could be driven with a simple thing like that on him. Those wide green eyes then sparkled so beautifully, so excitedly that he wasn't sure how to respond or how to vocalize his reasons behind buying something like that.

At least, not until Hizashi wordlessly pushed it against his chest rushing for their closet as he held the packed ring in his hands, when the blonde began digging around behind their clothing, then to the corners searching behind the shoes making him squint at his husband's silent excitement that seemed to radiate from the closet. He then whipped around holding up a similar pack him blinked at his husband when he bounced on his toes causing that bun to bounce wildly against the nape of his neck, a wide smile on his lips.

It was the image of a child showing off a similar or even identical toy to their friend, excited to show it off, and it took Shouta a mere second to realize just what his husband was holding up; it was a cock ring. Another one. Only this one was horrendous shade of pink, vibrant even in the package, and yet he was morbidly curious to see it up close. Naturally he held his hand out for it as his bouncing husband placed it in his hand as he stared down at the pink ring, then at the black one he'd bought, then he realized with a blink that they were the same brand.

They were actually the same. Both silicone, yet he had to bet the sizes for girth were different, but he was in awe that his husband had bought the exact same thing as himself when he looked up with wide eyes of his own, his mouth hanging open halfway. "Yeah! Yeah, freaky ain't it? We got the same thing, the same brand and all without talking to each other about it? Freaky as fuck!"

Hizashi was babbling at him a mile a minute, no longer using his fierce Dom persona in the moment, his excitement washing it away though he honestly didn't care twice about it right now; he was too busy marveling over how true his husband's words were. It was freaky. It was uncanny even. The blonde then reached out pulling the black one from Shouta's hands as they both read over the words that had already been read, processed, and memorized by this point but the blonde surprised him by opening the little pack.

Pulling at the stiff cardboard, sliding his nails under the plastic holding the ring from reach, and ripped it in two before settling on the task of getting the little wires holding the ring in place off, the black thing falling into his husband's hand as he did so where he then gawked at it. "My God, we're on more of a frequency than I originally thought! I was just joking when I said both of us were sluts, Sho, but this? This actually fucking confirms that! Ha! Oh, this is fucking amazing!"

"It's uncanny we both chose the same brand." He mumbled back at his husband as he worked at getting the pink ring open, copying the same actions as his husband by pulling at the cardboard backing then sliding his fingers under the edges of the plastic until he was ripping it apart easily enough.

He untwisted those little ties holding it in place then let that pink ring fall into his palm much like with Hizashi, and he stared down at the pink ring curiously lifting it up to look at it as if he needed better lighting and yet his face burned when he realized the implications made by the both of them having bought these at all. His husband had the same idea as him. He had the same idea as Hizashi. It wasn't rare they shared a similar thought or idea but this? This really is weird.

"When did you buy yours?"

"Mmmm, couple of weeks ago! I was looking for a way to bring it up, but you were so euphoric and happy after the spanking that I really didn't want to ruin your good mood! I mean, you were actually glowing for days, Shouta, I don't think you realize just how happy you were. You freaked out the kiddos a couple times, you know that? But I was absolutely thrilled you were so happy! You haven't been that happy in years! Not since I proposed to you!"

Shouta felt his face burn hotly at the blonde's words, wondering if he really had slipped up and had appeared happier than normal, if it was really that off-putting but the light in those green eyes, the brilliant smile and the pink flush to his cheeks all said another story. That his husband really was happy he'd been that blissful. He jumped when fingers caressed his cheek, cool against the heat of his blush, when he blinked focusing on his husband.

The blonde then brushed his fingers along the scar beneath his eye only to slid back to curve his hand to the shape of his face with that thumb rubbing softly against his skin. It was nice."Now, though, I have to say that seeing we both have a ring each we could do something with them given we're taking an itty-bitty break. Do you want to play with me, baby? Just for a little bit?"

He wasn't going to say no. After all, this is what he wanted all day as he waited for it to arrive, so why would he say no now? He tipped his face towards his husband's hand, turning slightly to press his lips against the soft palm watching those eyes flicker when he then reached up pressing the tips of his fingers against the back of his hand before gripping it gently tugging it upwards away from his face as he trailed his lips to the heel of his hand. Then to his wrist kissing the faint blue veins softly watching a little shiver roll over his husband when he tugged him closer, fingers lifting the pink ring as he gave a little grin.

"'You want to play with me?' What a weird way to say you want to fuck me but fine I'll play with you, Zashi." He then lightly flipped the cock ring around slowly with his fingers. "This is for you, right? You're really willing to wear it?"

Smolders. Heat flickering under his skin. All reactions that had him sliding his hand along Hizashi's arm towards his shoulder before drifting it down his side to wrap around his waist where he used his hand to pull the man towards him. Eliminating any space between them as he clutched a fistful of his husband's shirt in his hand tightly, he tilted his face upwards as he let his little grin spread at the way those blonde lashes fluttered and finally how that smile deepened into a wide smirk.

"I'm willing to wear it, baby. One thousand percent am I confident in wearing it! I think it'll be fun, that I will have fun with it along with you, don't you think? And besides-" He bent down kissing his jaw, the lips soft and crawling down to his throat making his head tilt back as his breath hitched audibly this time. "If you're the only one wearing one, the only one that can't cum, then that's not really fun, now, is it? It'd be torture for my poor baby, my poor little kitten, if I could cum all I want, and he can't. You'd hate it."

"I'd absolutely hate it!" Shouta breathed out his hand yanking his husband's shirt up to press against the warmth of his skin, sliding it up his back when Hizashi's own hand had reached around his waist similar to how he had with the blonde only that hand went down rather than up.

Fingers wiggled past the waistline of his pants, of his boxers, easily to grip a cheek tightly making him whine lightly as his lower half was pulled forward tightly to Hizashi's as those lips pressed those soft kisses along his throat making him shiver as he dragged his nails down the blonde's back feeling it arch forward with an excited, hitching breath leaving his husband. "I'd f-fucking hate you if you did that to me. Wouldn't be fair at all."

"Nope, not fair." Hizashi echoed back when he pulled away from his throat, the heat in those eyes scalding him from head to toe as again dragged his nails across his husband's lower back and the man shivered against him, his lashes drooping again though this time it didn't seem intentional.

He took a quiet breath letting his gaze pointedly, painfully obviously, drop down to his husband's lips that part with a quiet breath of his own when he felt the lean, the blonde closing the distance between their faces gradually and he was nearly vibrating with his excitement. His desire. He dug his nails into the skin lightly as if to coax him closer faster, leaning forward himself only to pause when Hizashi's fingers tightened on his skin.

A wordless warning. It was torture to feel those lips so close to his own, mere inches away with his breath mingling with his own as he fought the urge to squirm and whimper until the gap was closed. "Do you understand what we're about to do, Shouta?"

"Yes."

"Good."

And then the gap was bridged with those lips pressing against his forcefully, firmly and he couldn't help a quiet little sound from leaving the back of his throat as he happily pressed his own lips hard against his husband's as they moved together in that excited manner, he'd long grown accustomed too. He slid his hand from Hizashi's back, from the warmth of his skin, up to the nape of his neck cupping them squeezing it tightly as if to keep Hizashi from even thinking of pulling away though the man's tight grip on his ass clearly spoke its own volumes.

He wasn't going anywhere. Hizashi wasn't going anywhere. No one was leaving the room any time soon. He dragged his nails through the wispy little blonde hairs lining the nape of his neck, a shiver rolling over Hizashi as those lips pressed hard, urgently almost against his own which he replied too in kind as he breathed quickly through his nose as he clung to the blonde. Not panting, nowhere close to that, but just fast breaths that were eager to leave and be sucked in.

Excited breaths. He squeezed the ring in his hand, to keep from dropping it somehow, and he was painfully aware that they were standing at the edge of their big, big bed shamelessly making out on their feet when laying on the bed would be so much better and easier. He squeezed his husband's neck lightly earning him a curious hum before he moved down to sit on the edge, breaking their kiss with a smack that should have been embarrassing and yet he didn't mind it; loved it in fact.

He scooted backwards quickly, the blonde crawling up after him right between his legs as he leaned back on the hand that held that pink cock ring tightly. He lifted his other hand to grip the back of his husband's neck again pulling his face towards his own faster than its own movement. He sighed when those lips covered his own, firmly and moving with the intent that sent heat flashing underneath his skin before settling down low along bones waiting to swell upwards to burn him.

Waiting, waiting. He knew he'd be painfully, unbearably hot yet he didn't mind. Couldn't mind it when it meant those slender, soft hands would be on his feverish skin touching as much of it as they possibly could along with his lips. He felt Hizashi's own fast little breaths against his hot cheek, the pace making his own hitch quite a few times, yet those lips never wavered in their smoldering, firm press against his own.

He wanted to lift his legs up, wrap them around Hizashi's slim waist and clutch the man towards him but there would be time for that later. So much more time. He focused on moving his lips in time with Hizashi's lips that were growing wet from their kissing creating a quiet yet rhythmic smacking of their lips moving as he found himself often times kissing his upper lip while lips pressed to his lower before they were readjusted to fit snugly to one another's again.

He loved everything about kissing. As a teenager, long before he'd had his first kiss, he'd never seen the appeal to it; had walked in on his mother and stepfather countless times shamelessly making out on the couch or against the kitchen counter. He never failed to cringe at the sight. Had hated the disgusting, wet sound of lips moving together back then. And it was only when he began kissing Hizashi, a casual thing that had been strictly "practice" in those very early days of their relationship, that he realized just how much he fucking loved kissing.

From the softness of another person's lips against his own, molding and fitting firmly against his own, the slick little sounds that were created from lips growing moist, to the feel of those breaths against his cheek as he kissed back were all pleasing. Incredibly pleasing. He could kiss his husband all day long. Sure, he'd kissed Oboro a few times and that had been just fine, but he really loved kissing Hizashi.

He loved his lips more than anything; just like he loved his flat ass. There were many things he loved about Hizashi but kissing him? It had been fifteen years he spent with his husband with the first two spent pining after the blonde, but their kissing had steadily, gradually conformed to a manner that never failed to blast him off his feet. Always had even when they were clumsy teenagers, slopping and awkwardly moving lips out of rhythm or hands clumsy in their fumbling movements as they remained unsure of where to grab and where to rest.

He'd always be swept off his feet by his husband's lips on his and there would be no changing that even as they went forward in their years together. He could be ninety and he knew that a kiss from his husband, no matter how simple, would knock him down. He squeezed the nape of his husband's neck lightly, wanting nothing more than to weave his fingers into the blonde locks but today he wanted their hair up, he wanted it out of the way for once and Hizashi seemed to agree to that little unspoken request.

Scraping his nails lightly against the back of Hizashi's neck again, earning him a shiver and a soft little moan from the blonde above him as those lips moved urgently against his own for a few moments and he happily returned that quick urgent movement as he then parted his lips to trace the tip of his tongue against Hizashi's lower lip. The man always believed in self-care; whether it was with the expensive shampoo and conditioners he bought to treat his hair.

Hell, he even took hyper care to buy good lotions that he religiously rubbed into his skin at night or even the face masks he often wore pairing with the way he brushed and flossed compulsively then spread Vaseline on his lips before he slept it all worked together. He'd never seen a man who pampered himself like Hizashi did, but it was worth it. His lip was so soft beneath his tongue, so unbearably soft against his own, that it was making him melt into the bed as he felt those lips part against his own with another little moan leaving the blonde.

Could hear himself making a soft, huffing little moan in the back of his throat that echoed the blonde's as he felt those lips parting and slid his hand down from the nape of his neck to begin pulling his shirt up. He happily bunched the fabric in his hand tugging it up inch by inch as his tongue met Hizashi's. He slid his feet restlessly on the bed, fighting the urge to wrap his legs around his waist yet again, his hips wriggling upwards hesitantly to press to Hizashi's.

And loved it when the blonde's hips pined his own back down to the bed by the blonde's making a soft whimper leave his throat before he could choke it down. He twisted his tongue happily with Hizashi's, flicking the tip of it against his piercing enjoying the smooth metal against his tongue when Hizashi undulated his tongue to rub the piercing against his own. He squeezed the fabric of his shirt in hand tightly when the hips pinning his down began idly grinding, half formed circles as if the blonde were only half-mindedly moving without realizing it.

A stronger, louder whimper leave his throat as he clung to the blonde. He twitched his hips in an effort to move up only to have them pressed down tighter to the bed, the grinding suddenly firmer as the blonde released a grunt as his hips moved in that circular movement that had his lashes trembling against his cheeks. He fanned his hand down against his skin, sliding his hand as low as he possibly could while marveling at the warmth, at how soft his back was.

He began moving his hips the best he could in their pinned position to match that grinding pace, the movement, in time with his husband pulling a moan from the blonde. He wanted to wrap his legs around his husband's waist, but he needed his feet on the bed to move himself against the man. He needed that leverage which had him groaning at the brief stab of disappointment. He wanted to dig his heels into his lower back, to force those hips tight to his own.

And fuck if he wanted to squeeze the blonde's waist with his legs until his husband was squirming against him groaning from the tight hold. He whimpered when the blonde pulled back from the kiss to press his lips to his cheek, his jaw and his chin softly as the blonde pulled back sitting back on his knees pulling his shirt up over his head and tossing it further on the bed and Shouta eagerly watched a few locks of hair loosen on the sides of his head.

No doubt his bangs threatening to swing forward with the rough removal of his shirt but then he was wiggling his shirt up over his own head despite his position, despite his ponytail pinned beneath his head against his neck, and he got the fabric off of him then tossed towards the pillows. He held his hands out for his husband who merely smiled leaning backwards until he was in a sitting position then leaning backwards towards the bedside table pulling out their condoms, their lube.

He pulled out the wipes which he slapped on top of the bedside table then straightened up with those two other items in his hand. A bit awkward given he couldn't use his other hand as it was gripping the cock ring tightly, but Shouta didn't have a rebuttal of any kind for that. After all, he was gripping his husband's tight as can be in his fist. Then he noticed a wicked glint in his husband's eyes, his own brows coming together, squinting slightly when the blonde put those two items down on their bed.

And he blinked again when he then held that hand out opening and closing his fist as he slid down into a laying position on his back. He blinked then when he realized just what Hizashi wanted to do, and he pushed himself up into a position that didn't require his hands planted behind him then rolled onto his knees crawling over between his husband's spread legs settling down. He blinked when fingers caressed his cheekbone softly making him tilt his head instinctively to the touch.

"You know, it's such a shame you and I aren't switches, baby. You look so, so pretty up there."

If his face could possibly burn any hotter, he was sure with a compliment like that would have done it. His lips parted, moving wordlessly when the blonde smiled up at him sliding his hand again to press his palm to his hot cheek, his thumb tracing the length of his scar lightly and he didn't need to be told to know what his husband was asking for him to do. What he wanted to do. He shifted his position, made sure it was good which was confirmed by the smallest nod from his husband.

Leaning downwards eagerly, watching those lips part in response as the hand slid from his cheek to his shoulder then down to his back as he covered Hizashi's lips with his own again. It didn't take but a second to resume their firm, eager kissing as he kept his hands planted to the bed though that didn't stop Hizashi's hands from sliding down between his shoulder blades making him arch forward as he let out a little gasp through his nose when the nails raked back up to his upper back.

A shiver broke out over him as he moved his lips faster against Hizashi's, the blonde humming as his own lips moved in unison with his own. Ahhh, he could lay in a bed with his husband and kiss him all day. Memorize the shape, the feel, the way they molded to his own, how they were so soft and how he wanted to stroke the shape of his lips with his fingertips and kiss that top lip, then the bottom separately before claiming both.

He knew that Hizashi knew he loved kissing; it wasn't avoidable when he was always inching closer to the blonde, squirming an inch closer, tilting his head a little closer, until the blonde would catch the hint and they'd dissolve into a make out session. It had always been that way. He then began doing exactly as Hizashi had; he began grinding his hips down in loose, lazy circles against his husband puling a little moan from him as that hand slid down his side to his waist to lightly drag nails across it making him twitch as his hips pressed down harder.

Firmer. Like their lips, he pressed firmly and used pressure behind his grinding that he began to tighten up; the circular movements quickly changing from the loose lazy ones he'd wanted to use to a tight little motion as he moved against his husband with that hard, pressure that made his toes curl. It felt good. He didn't even think to stop or pin Hizashi's hips to the bed as he had to him moments ago as the dual movement against him had his toes curling tightly in his socks with each passing second as hips ground against one another.

He kissed his husband with an urgency he felt burning low inside him. An urgency and an eagerness to go forward with it. He moaned quietly when he felt his twitching dick hardening, nothing quiet as fast as he hoped, but he was getting there and he wanted to pull back to ask Hizashi if NOW was a good moment to get the rings on yet the blonde was playing happily with his ponytail as he hummed into the kiss while moving his lips fiercely with his own.

He could feel a similar hardness beneath him making a stronger moan fly out of him as he poured every bit of eagerness, every little bit of that urgency that he possibly could into the kiss. He shivered at the groan of his husband when fingers twisting into his ponytail. Then they pulled. And, oh! He moaned perhaps the loudest he had this entire time as he ground his hips in a frenzy of circles against his husband who moaned out echoing the sound against his lips.

He wanted to say he wanted to lay here, content to grind and kiss his husband, he had to admit he wanted more. He wanted to get going already. He pulled back this time, breaking the kiss, looking down at his husband with their quick little breaths mingling into one another as blonde lashes quivered before opening to reveal those glowing green eyes that focused on his own, cheeks a soft red and his lips already looked swollen. He loved it. This was his favorite thing about kissing Hizashi.

"Za-Zashi, I want to put it o-on."

"Already? Baby, I don't even have you ready yet and you want to put it on? They say not to have it on longer than twenty or thirty minutes the first time and you know it always takes you quite a bit to get ready."

The hand on his waist kneaded at his skin when those swollen lips pulled into a lazy grin, lashes fluttering in their half-raised position. "Why don't we get you ready first? And then we'll get your ring on, hmmm? And I'll get mine on at the same time, then we'll see how it feels, okay?"

"Okay!"

When he nodded in agreement and the blonde sat up uncurling the hand holding his cock ring wiggling his fingers. "Give me mine, I'll put them on the table for now until we're ready for'em, and then you get the rest of those clothes of ours off for me, baby!"

He let out a barking laugh when he lifted his hand dropping the pink cock ring into his husband's waiting hand, the color obnoxiously bright against the simplistic black one but what more could he expect from his exuberant husband? He crawled backwards from between those long, long legs to the edge of the bed where he slid his thumbs past the waistline of his pants and boxers together then pushing them down as Hizashi put the rings down on the table.

He bent to get the material down past his knees, down to his ankles where he pulled at the bunched fabric tugging his feet free one at a time then pressed a knee to the edge of the bed when he took just a moment to pause as he watched Hizashi's pants flying down his legs. He blinked when they were kicked towards the pillows, the blonde sitting up again as he reached for the lube before turning to Shouta with those eyes burning at him eagerly.

He shivered as he climbed up onto the bed allowing himself to be coaxed forward towards his husband by a look alone. He reached out touching Hizashi's red cheek with the tips of his fingers, the heat burning beneath them, and he traced his fingers lightly over his cheek bone before letting his fingers drift lower to his mouth where he gave in to the temptation and traced the shape of his lips.

A light, feather touch was what he opted on and yet he shivered when those lips parted with quiet breaths that warmed his palm and fingers before a hand lifted up grabbing his wrist and he leaned forward letting their lips meet in a brief, sizzling kiss that had his toes curling excitedly when they pulled back. He watched Hizashi pop open the cap to the lube, watched him squeeze that dollop out and spread the substance over his index and middle fingers.

There was nothing new about it, nothing truly fascinating about it, and yet he was gawking at those hands like it was the first time he had ever seen such a display. He leaned forward allowing the hands to move between them as the blonde made sure they were thoroughly covered, curious eyes on him, as he decided to do something with his own lips, something of his own volition. He pressed his lips to that burning cheek, crawling up to the soft smattering of freckles on that check then to the map across the bridge of his nose delightedly.

Just that alone had the blonde humming softly t him when he then placed a brief kiss to the tip of his nose making that hum change to a fond chuckle. He shifted closer on his knees, closer to Hizashi, a mere movement away from crawling into his lap if he so decided to do that and yet he chose to move his lips down to kiss his upper lip lightly. He felt the lips parting beneath his own with a shaking breath that rushed against his lips, hot against them which only served to enhance that tingling.

Then he moved down to kiss his bottom lip just like he wanted too earlier. Just like he'd wanted to trace the shape of his mouth with his fingers. Speaking of fingers, he slid his up the side of Hizashi's neck lightly up to his jaw where he followed the edge of the bone much like he had with his lips, He slid his hand up to cup his husband's hot cheek, pulling his ace towards his own for another kiss that had the blonde releasing a soft moan.

He felt that hand that had been spreading the lube grab his waist tugging him forward much like he had with Hizashi's face. He made that final inching movement to crawl into Hizashi's lap as he moved his lips against Hizashi's once again. It was addicting. So very addicting. He stroked his husband's burning cheek with his thumb softly, reaching his other hand up to slide his arm around Hizashi's shoulders hugging himself tightly to the blonde with a soft moan of his own when he felt fingers squirming between his ass cheeks to the twitching hole.

He couldn't even lie to himself that it was twitching. He was excited, he was aroused as hell that they'd not only had the same idea but had bought the same product with the other in mind and having it line up so perfectly without having ever breathed a word of it to the other. It was strangely erotic to him. How? He had no clue. It just was. He licked at Hizashi's lower, not waiting one second for the man to take the initiative, and he loved the low groan he got from the blonde when his lips parted in such synchronization with the finger sinking into him.

The moan burst out of him, far louder than he expected even of himself. He eagerly squeezed his arm around his shoulders, meeting the blonde's tongue with his own as he heard the piercing clicking against his teeth as his breath hitched then shook out fast, and he felt a hand reach up to lightly squeeze his wrist much like it had before only it merely held onto his wrist. As if he wanted to hold his hand instead but settled for this.

Shouta didn't mind. He wriggled his hips downwards when that finger began thrusting slowly, twitching when the blonde rubbed the pad of that finger against his inner walls as if he was already searching for his prostate. It felt like a nightmare, a cliché situation, that the moment Hizashi had wriggled his middle finger alongside that index one, thrusting both slowly with a quiet squelching sound from the lube did his phone ring from somewhere near the headboard.

He groaned into the blonde's mouth, the sound echoed right back at him when they pulled back, and he had to ignore the little strand of saliva between them. Then he turned his eyes towards the pants laying across the pillows with a glare as his hips rolled down to meet an inwards thrust. "I-Ignore it!"

"Wha-What if it's Yagi?"

"De-Definitely ignore it!"

The blonde groaned wordlessly this time, rather than groaning out his words in that low pitch that matched Shouta's perfectly and he whined lightly when the fingers flexed outwards pushing against the muscles making him squirm to dig his knees into the mattress. He moved his hand from his husband's cheek down to his chest, pulling back just enough to find the smooth skin of his areola then flicking his thumb over the pierced nipple earning him an excited moan from the blonde, his chest arching forward eagerly.

He pinched one ball of his piercing to tug it to the right until the other ball pressed tightly to his nipple making another moan leave his husband as those fingers thrusted into him quickly a few times before scissoring outwards making him moan softly as he then rubbed his thumb against his husband's nipple feeling it perk up beneath the touch. He kept rolling his hips down in time with those thrusts and holding still when the fingers scissored out making him whimper.

And then the phone's ringtone ended sending them into a silence filled with fast, excited breaths that hitched quietly depending on the action of their partner. And then that damn phone began it's shrill ringing again and Shouta threw his head back groaning loudly again when the blonde let his head fall forward against his chest stilling his fingers with a groan of his own.

"I'm so-sorry, baby, I need to take it. Let me see who it is at least."

He mewled out in protest when the fingers slid out of him with a slick sound as he released his hold on his husband's pierced nipple crawling off of his lap huffing out irritably with a glare pointed at the phone that was ringing merrily while the blonde crawled towards it. His fingers dug into the pockets, huffing out a breath of his own, when he pulled the device out only to groan when he looked at the screen and threw his own head back then rolling it towards Shouta.

"Shit! It's the station! I-I gotta take it, I can't ignore'em."

"Go!" He barked irritably when the blonde pulled his boxers from his pants then slid across the sheets towards the edge bending down to step into his boxers then pulling them up with his upwards movement until they sat on his hips and he scowled at the blonde when he shot him another apologetic look.

The blonde then walked towards their bedroom doors quickly, flipping the lock and slipping out with the doors thumping shut behind him. Leaving Shouta alone, naked on the bed, and a pout forming on his lips that grew in intensity every second he thought about it. He wasn't even close to being ready yet and they had only just started only for an interruption to pull his husband away? How cliché.

How unfair. He then let his gaze fall on the lube sitting on the bed, eyeballing the tube for a second before letting his eyes flick to the bedroom door. Hizashi always had stupidly long conversations with his station, with his team of assistants, and so who fucking knew how soon the blonde would be back. Wouldn't it be better to be ready by the time he got back? He could do it. He could absolutely do it. "Fuck it! I'll just do it myself!"

He snatched up the lube, thankful the cap was still open, and he squeezed a dollop onto his trembling fingers that he dropped immediately in favor of spreading it over his fingers with that slick sound as he stared intently at his fingers before letting his gaze flick up to the doors again. He felt a thrill rushing over him. There was a BIG chance Hizashi would walk in on him doing this. A very big chance.

And that sent a flash of heat under his skin as he spread his knees comfortably, planting his left hand on the bed then reaching back with the right as he leaned forward until his chest hovered above the bed. He was aching. Physically aching for something to be inside him, and it was an off-putting sensation that he never really liked but didn't quite hate. He rubbed his fingers against himself creating that slick sound again that sent chills down his back.

Taking a deep breath, he then pushed both fingers into himself slowly. He let that breath out slowly when there was a mild feeling of discomfort, yet his body felt content, and he felt content emotionally, with the presence of the digits inside him. He slid his hand on the sheet until his forearm pressed to the bed, his cheek going against it, and he had to admit it was strangely comforting to feel his stubble scratching against his arm.

He let his eyes flutter shut when he took a few deep breaths to keep himself from tensing up and making any other discomfort from rearing its head up. He just had two fingers in him, so surely it shouldn't be feeling uncomfortable at all, but they had been eased in one at a time meanwhile he's just plowing right through that and pushing two in at once. He let out another slow breath when he cautiously wiggled his fingers.

A little movement. He swallowed when he got nothing major, nothing TRULY uncomfortable that made him want to pull his fingers out; nothing like that night with the gag. He felt confident that he was fine. That he could be fine. He began slowly thrusting his fingers, the movements shallow yet just enough for him to feel a chill down his back and he swallowed down a little noise as he continued that slow, shallow back and forth.

He rubbed at his inner walls hesitantly, not quite searching yet, but as if he needed to comfort himself from the inside out; a strange thought to have and yet he was relaxing with each thrust inward. Not melting into the bed but rather he was growing accustomed very slowly to the stimulation enough to relax further rather than tense allowed his fingers to begin thrusting longer, deeper though not by much, however his hips pushed backwards against his hand.

A small moan tore out of his throat as his breaths fanned against his skin shakily as he bit his lip dragging his teeth over it. He heard the quiet squelching on the lube, the slick sound it created with each push and pull of his fingers, that he grunted at the thought that he needed to do more than just thrust his fingers; he rubbed his cheek against his arm as he scissored his fingers out. His fingers trembled with the force he put behind the flexing of them, pulling them together to thrust in a few times to make up for it and he grew confident.

Far too confident as he pushed deeper until his hand was pressing against himself. Two knuckles deep were a rather amazing thing he loved. To feel the full length of fingers, whether they be his own or Hizashi's, could be an enjoyable sensation when he took the time to appreciate it. He swallowed as he thrusted his fingers quicker, longer making another small moan tear out of his throat as he dug his teeth into his lip as if he needed to keep himself quiet; as if there was any reason to do so.

It's not like his husband's phone would pick it up, but his mind insisted the chance he could be heard pairing with the fact it was rude to shamelessly do something like this kept him quiet. His breaths came shakily through his nose against his arm turning his head when he released his lip to press his mouth against his forearm muffling the little muffled moans that puffed out of him with each exhale when he thrusted his fingers fast, pausing to scissor his fingers outwards.

Pushing at the muscles, spreading his hole open wide like his husband had spoken about twice now. So descriptive that man was that it sent shivers just to imagine. He whimpered at the thought when he held the spread position for just a few seconds before pushing his fingers back together thrusting them as if he never stopped and his hips began shallowing thrusting backwards in time with his movements as he flexed his fingers inwards searching for his prostate.

Needing to find it. Just a little stimulation. To make sure he would stay fully hard for his husband, even if there was no worry about it fading away any time soon. He just needed to make sure. He needed that pleasure zapping up his spine. He pushed as far as he could, his hand pressing tightly against him as he rubbed at his walls until- His moan came out in stuttered bursts against his arm; each breath he took through his nose merely brought another burst of that moan out of him until he was trembling lightly as he choked off the sound.

He ground his fingers into the spot making his legs tremble, his body jerking at the zapping pleasure racing up his spine until his hips were jerking backwards against his fingers that were focused more on rubbing rather than thrusting or scissoring outwards. He whimpered into his arm when he opened his eyes at the sound of the doors grinding open again, the sigh leaving his husband as he slid his fingers away from his prostate to scissor his fingers out as the little lock flicked.

"So that wa- Oh! Oh, well fuck me! Look at you!" His lips twitched against his arm, swallowing another sound from leaving his throat when he turned his head to stare at his husband who was gawking at him wide eyes, his face redder than anything from what he could see.

His breaths came a touch shakily as he raised his brows at the blonde as he pushed fiercely at the muscles before once again pressing his fingers again and thrusting them without missing a beat. As if he hadn't jolted himself with the pleasure of his prostate, as if he hadn't stopped the movements of his fingers once since his husband appeared, and his breath huffed loudly through his nose when the blonde blinked at him an owlish manner.

"You couldn't wait five minutes? You're that desperate to have it on you?"

He hummed for a second, his fingers brushing over his prostate making him jolt as the flames that burst beneath his skin intent on burning him alive just like every other time, and he groaned low in his throat his hips jerking back to meet an inward thrust of his fingers before he answered his husband as he paused again to scissor his fingers out. "M-Mmm, no, I c-couldn't! I want to- Need to now! Too many distractions, Z-Zashi, I want to try it and we st-still have work to do tonight! Mi-Might as well make it quick as possible!"

Sometimes he really did hate how breathy his voice could get from his arousal. Sometimes he loved it. Right now? Now he loved how it made those green eyes flash at him, made those feet fly over to the bed. Had Hizashi running like the bed was on fire, threatening to swallow him in the flames, and he was either going to join or yank him off. He loved that look. It sent shivers down his spine as his husband climbed up onto the bed as he smiled.

"We ne-never do quickies anymore, do we?"

"I don't know if this would be considered a quickie, Sho, given how long we've been in here just making out like a couple of teenagers, though I like that you think this is a quickie!" Hizashi chirped at him feeling those eyes on him and it sent a wave of heat beneath his skin making him moan at how it affected him the same way it had that night.

Just having those eyes on him was enough to make him hotter than he ever thought possible and Hizashi knew it. "God, I'm honestly glad you had me watch that night. I never thought you'd be such a little fucking freak, that you love having me watch you touch yourself the way you do! Can't believe I didn't know this about you until now!"

"M-Mmm, well, I didn't exactly make it known until n-now!"

"It's still my fault, baby, one hundred percent for not noticing anyhow! Freaky little exhibitionist that you are I bet you want me to watch you all the time! Hey, you know, if you made videos?" He swallowed feeling his breath shudder out. "I'd save every single one, baby, no matter the quality. I'd keep them on my compute and on my phone saved where I could watch'em over and over, but nothing beats the real thing, you know."

"Ye-Yeah? You would?"

"Oh absolutely, baby! Everyone else can buy their rare merch of you and I'll get the shit they really want." He shivered feeling lips pressing against his lower back softly, moving lower to the cheek as his breath hitched. "I'd get to see you, on my phone, touching yourself whenever I want. I can come home and see you touching yourself whenever I want! I get a front row seat and I get to watch all I want; I only have to say the word!"

His fingers were thrusting faster, rubbing over his prostate again and again making him jolt with little whimpers flying out of him when Hizashi's teeth nipped at his skin lightly. Tingles radiated over his skin from the spot as he twitched, grinding his fingers into his prostate as he moaned feeling the warmth of his husband's breath. Wondering what he was going to next. Wicked man he was, he knew it would be good.

"But honestly? Truthfully? I could sit here and watch you all night long, baby, but we do have those rings waiting for us, don't we? Don't you want to try that?"

"Yesss!"

"Then sit up." Fingers gripped his wrist again stopping them mid thrust making him whimper out again when they were then pulled back slipping out of him with a slick sound and he felt Hizashi shifting, crawling forward on the bed to grab the rings no doubt.

He flipped himself over, his hands pressing backwards onto the bed as his left knee bent slightly while the other stretched out. Hizashi was turning back to him with the rings in hand when he plucked the lube up, fisting the rings he used that hand to pinch the tube until he got a small dollop of lube that he rubbed between his fingers then reached forward between Shouta's legs to his erection rubbing the lube around the base of his erection as he watched curiously.

"I read it online. One website recommended using a little lube on the skin, on the ring too, so it comes off easier and slides on easier, even if we are using silicone rings it's better to be safe than sorry and one of us ends up in the hospital with an erection and having a ring cut off our dicks because we couldn't get it off ourselves!"

"That would be a nightmare." Shouta mumbled the words watching fingers wrap around his base, twisting in the circular motion before pulling back only for another little dollop to be squeezed onto the blonde's index finger and then placed the lube down, twisting his fingers until the black ring slid from his palm to his fingers where he then reached his index finger in to rub around the inside of the ring.

He then felt a stab of apprehension, so powerful that it was akin to hesitance or maybe even anxiety when Hizashi turned towards with the ring in hand reaching towards his erection then stopping right above the head with his index and thumb spreading the silicone ring wide as they could. Fingers were shaking from the movement, but he swallowed when those eyes flicked up to him. Waiting. He took a deep breath then nodded.

He could always take it off if he didn't like it. He watched with that same fascination as he had before when the fingers had been rubbing the lube onto the base of his erection as those fingers kept the ring spread as they moved down the length of his erection to the base where the fingers then wiggled until the ring was settling onto his skin, snapping into place. And it was... odd. "Oh."

"What? How does it feel?"

"Feels weird. Not bad weird just...weird. Like it's being squeezed with a really strong grip. Nothing painful, not at all, just...pressure."

Hizashi's head tilted as he looked down at the ring around Shouta's erection before looking down at the pink one in his palm before pushing his boxers off, shifting forwards then back onto his ass to get the material off his legs where he then tossed them towards his pants. He then picked up the lube again, repeating the process with those little dollops of lube that he spread around the base of his erection.

Then pushed his fingers inside the ring before stretching it as far as he could with his fingers just like he had with Shouta's and he watched with fascination as the blonde slid it down to the base. He could see the twitch roll over his husband when the ring squeezed back into shape around him, his head then lifted with a curious look to him that nearly made him snicker at the sight when the blonde then sucked air through his teeth, clicked the piercing against the back of his teeth.

"Huh. Okay, I see what you mean. I guess it's supposed to feel like that given you're not supposed to cum with it on."

"True." He paused as they both took a moment to stare, to gawk at the sight before gazes met again and he felt a fresh wave of heat burn in his cheeks when fidgeted on his knees making the bed shift with his movements as he drummed his fingers on his thighs. "So, um, let's do it. No longer than thirty minutes, right?"

"Right!"

When his husband nodded to back up that single trembling word, shifting forward with those hands reaching out for him. He crawled forward towards the hands as they pressed against his hot cheeks making his next breath rush past his lips. "Alright. Let's make a bet then." Brows raised at him. "Let's bet who begs to cum first, who gets more desperate for it."

That curious look on his husband's face melted away for a wicked smirk, a devious glint in those lustful eyes as the blonde then chuckled softly his thumbs stroking his cheekbones before they slid downwards tracing his jaw much like he had moments ago and then down to his chest down to his stomach that trembled viciously under the light drifting touch of those finger tips against his skin.

"Fine. I'll go with your little bet, but should there be some kind of reward? Or punishment for the one who breaks or holds off longest?" He shivered when palms slid along his thighs before moving back up to his waist. "I think that'd make it much better. The more to win or lose makes it riskier that way. Do you have any ideas what you'd want as a win? Or a punishment?"

"Mmmm, as a reward? The person who wins, who holds out longest, gets whatever they want, no questions asked. None. They can cash in what they want whenever they want, it doesn't have to be immediate."

Blonde brows rose as Hizashi began shuffling back on the bed, leaning backwards into a laying position on the bed, one his legs bending upwards, and Shouta knew what he wanted; knew the position he wanted to indulge in tonight without the man needing to say a damn word to him. He felt his stomach squeeze with the rush of excitement as he moved forward turning to place his back to Hizashi as he then threw his right leg over his husband to staddle that leg feeling a flash of heat when he rubbed against his husband's thigh, hovering above the blonde's erection.

He listened to the slick sound of lube being spread, the sound far lewder than it had any right to be before he reached back to grab the stiff length, the twitch he got from it sending another wave of excitement through him as he squeezed the slick erection. He lowered himself down pressing the tip against himself, his breaths racing much like Hizashi's were hitching as he then sank down onto his husband earning him a loud moan from the blonde as he came to rest on the blonde's pelvis.

"An-And punishment can be a-anything. It doesn't have to be anything specific; it can be anything."

"Mmmm, anything? Damn, you really are opening the door for something wicked, you know that?" Hizashi breathed out a hand reaching down to curl around his thigh, fingers digging into the much softer feel of his inner thigh, and he shivered at the fingers kneading at his skin softly.

Couldn't fight the temptation as he began slowly lifting and dropping himself in shallow movements as he placed a hand on Hizashi's bent knee. He let out a moan himself when Hizashi's fingers tightened on him, his erection rubbing against his husband's thigh with each movement; why he never cared for this position he had no clue, but it was one of Hizashi's absolute favorites. He said it was called Pole Position, though he liked using its other name of Thighmaster which always had his eyes rolling.

He didn't mind it so much though personally he liked many other positions, yet he liked being fucked from behind far more than he really said to his husband. "But fine! I agree to those terms, no matter how ambiguous, so go wild, baby! Fuck yourself on my cock until we can't take it anymore!"

He tightened his grip on the blonde's knee with another moan flying out of him as he sped up his slow movements; already he worried he wouldn't be able to keep his words to himself if he got that close. Whenever he got worked up, whenever he got close, he always shouted the thoughts running rampant in his mind to his husband who always seemed to get off on knowing far harder than Shouta ever did. This time, however, he needed to keep his mouth shut for once.

He needed to be quiet and keep his words to himself. He felt his ponytail bobbing against his upper back lightly in time with his bouncing, never lifting too far from the base before coming back down and he could feel Hizashi watching him again pulling another moan out of him that his husband echoed. As much as he loved the power, the absolute brutal ruthlessness his husband used when fucking into him, he also liked this.

While he may be submissive in their BDSM play, may let Hizashi have all the control then, outside of that he liked having his control over the blonde. He loved being able to choose how fast they went, unspoken or spoken, how he could move and even now when he was riding his husband who was moaning under his breath though the sound was far more enthusiastic than he more than likely realized.

A sound that had Shouta lifting himself up higher finally then dropping down harder. Faster. He liked riding the blonde, something he used to do all the time in their youth, yet he had stopped doing it as often. Why? Why had he stopped doing it so much? There was a thrill, an absolute excitement, in having Hizashi beneath him forcing himself to be still beneath him until he couldn't take it anymore and would start meeting Shouta thrust for thrust as the black-haired man set the pace.

The speed, the harshness, even how hard he wanted it, and the blonde would follow along happily. But in this moment when ti was HIM alone moving did, he loved it the most. To feel the hips twitching beneath him when he came down, his breaths hitching when the blonde squirmed beneath him, was it the absolute best. He really, really needed to make a mental note to ride his husband more.

He had to admit there was one thing he was grateful for with the cock ring being on; he didn't need to worry about his husband coming inside him without warning. As much as he could enjoy casual sex with his husband, no condom needed, it was a pain to clean himself up afterwards as the blonde squatted behind him with the shower head in hand as he made sure every little bit of come was out of him was an annoyance and God forbid if he didn't clean up fast enough.

It always felt weird, a strange sensation to feel it dripping out of him onto his thighs. He wasn't a big fan of that at all. Hizashi, on the other hand, seemed to like to see it and in the past, they had even played around with plugs with come in mind. He shivered with a whimper when Hizashi's moan from behind him crested loudly, higher in pitch briefly as he realized he'd squeezed around his husband subconsciously and he felt the fingers clutching tightly at his thigh, nails biting into his skin lightly.

He knew in reality that as much as he wanted to ride his husband more, wanted to control that pace, that sometimes his back would fuck up on him; he'd get spasms in his lower back that cramped tighter and tighter until he had to stop depending on the movement. Sometimes he could ride the man just fine, no problem in sight, and sometimes there were days he'd strain his back without knowing it or slept wrong only to discover that mid-bounce.

It always was a mood killer when he was shouting his back was cramping and the blonde was too lost in his own lust to realize that Shouta's back was cramping up in the bad way until he was yanking himself off. It's what happened the morning after their roleplay; he'd woken up more aroused than he remembered being and Hizashi had been in a similar predicament and yet when he had gotten into riding the man his back spasmed then cramped up on him.

It was annoying but there was nothing he could do about it. But he was hoping his back would cooperate with him now. He listened to the impact of his weight hitting Hizashi's pelvis, the light slap that was nothing compared to the harsh impacts if Hizashi were actively thrusting, but he didn't mind it. He was high, euphoric on the control he had as he bounced himself upwards faster, coming down just as fast though he used all his strength.

All of that eager strength as e slammed down making his husband bounce lightly beneath him each time he came down, an eager moan leaving the blonde when he did so. Nails scratched idly at his inner thigh as his skin positively burned with the heat flaming beneath it, intent on devouring every little inch on his body until there was nothing left to consumed and he could feel that feverish undertone to his husband's skin already.

Hot, it was always so hot when they had sex that he knew they'd need a shower afterwards. He already planned on one but the always made him sleepy, made him want to curl up under the blankets, and knowing he'd have to go back out to the dining room to grade those final papers had him groaning. He didn't want to do that. Perhaps he shouldn't have chosen sex as a damn break for both of them.

But did he really start it? Hizashi had been teasing him with his foot under the table, but he certainly didn't stop it. He'd invited the blonde to the bedroom to show him the very cock ring that was felt firm around the base of his erection. A tight pressure that he moaned at. He hadn't started it on his own, but he was sure as hell didn't stop it. He refocused on his movements, on his bouncing rhythm as he came down to roll his hips against the blonde's pelvis.

Again and again, grinding himself against the blonde making a moan fly out of his husband, nails dragging against his thigh harder than before and he shivered as he whined before resuming his attention back to his bouncing only to feel a wave of excitement, of arousal, when he felt the hips lifting beneath him each time he came down. He honestly couldn't say it felt any different with the cock ring on.

There was pressure, of course, like someone was squeezing him but it was no different than what he could do or what Hizashi had done in the past but then again, he wasn't close to an orgasm yet. He didn't know how that would feel, wouldn't know until he got there, and he had to admit he felt curiosity mingling with his excitement. Faster. Faster, he needed to be faster. Harder. He needed to also come down harder to appease the way his very cells seemed to scream at him to do.

He listened to these little coaxing whispers of instincts and bounced himself faster, flying up then slamming down hard as he possible could pulling moans from the both of them that mingled though Hizashi's pitch was higher, much higher than his own making his ears ring lightly. Almost like he had tinnitus. He pulled at Hizashi's knee, squeezing it tightly yet pulling it tightly to him allowing his erection to rub against the smooth skin of his thigh pulling a whimper out of him when he looked down at himself.

He couldn't tell, couldn't really grasp it despite many threads having said so, but he swore he was harder than he thought possible. Harder than he usually was if there was blood flow. Was that normal? He didn't know but how could he look so engorged, so hard already when he'd only just put the ring on? It wasn't even that tight! It felt comfortable, it was a comforting type of squeeze, and yet he was almost aweing, disgustingly swollen.

How? Did it happen when he wasn't looking? God, he knew he wasn't the only one, at least, as he slammed down against his husband then rolled his hips against him. The same. Hizashi was the same. Could he feel it as vividly as he could? Was the blonde aware of how swollen he felt? How hard it was? Was he as focused on it as Shouta strangely was? He wanted to talk, to ask, yet he couldn't bring himself too.

He had to keep his mouth shut if he wanted to win this little bet he'd made up on the fly. He ground himself down against Hizashi's pelvis, peeking over his shoulder just enough to find heavy lidded green eyes watching the movement greedily, his mouth hanging open and his cheeks, his nose, even the tips of his ears were smothered in a fierce red flush that seemed to extend to his chest that heaved with those rasping pants.

He leaned back just a bit, keeping one hand on his husband's knee, to reach behind him to his husbands' chest where he found a nipple quickly and the blonde's following moan was so high, the frequency pitched higher than the others that his ears truly rang when it finished though he could hear it trembling. As if every bit of air was used for such a sound. His ears were ringing from the moan though that didn't dissuade him from pinching his husband's pierced nipple tight, tight, and tighter until he could swear he felt that metal bar running through it.

The cry he got from Hizashi sent shivers down his spine as he felt the hips beneath him grinding in time. He released his tight pinch to rub his thumb against his nipple as he began bouncing himself again in earnest, his own breaths racing out of him when he felt the hips beneath him shifting, his curiosity pricking only for it to wash away when he came down. Everything washed away.

The pleasure that ripped up his spine left his back arching forward as he gasped, the sound cracking, as he lifted himself up quickly only to come back down with another wave that crawled right up his back pulling a high moan of his own from him. He happily, enthusiastically bounced himself with that same fast, hard rhythm that he felt his husband, felt the bed, bouncing in time with his lifting and falling though the blonde's own enthusiastic moan clearly spoke volumes of just how much he liked that.

How much he enjoyed it. He knew it wouldn't take long; not when he was rubbing shamelessly against his husband's thigh and his prostate being hit upon so constantly. He dug his nails into his husband's knee, dug his knees into the bed, and trembled when the nails dragged from his inner thigh across the top to the side then backwards. He was grateful he'd kept his hair up as it would be a pain to deal with it flying around his face with his bouncing, that he'd hate it when it clung to his face, but he also knew Hizashi loved that.

Had claimed many times he liked to see his hair trembling, flying with his movements or clinging to his face when they were done though to Shouta it was just annoying. His hair was brushing, swaying against his skin with each bounce as it lifted and fell with his movements, his skin itching lightly from the sheen of sweat that was breaking out across it mixing with the feel of his hair brushing his skin.

He could feel Hizashi's hips slamming up each time he came down, his bouncing uninterrupted other than that action, yet he lived for it each time he flew up knowing his husband's hips would slam up against him when he came down. The blonde was shamelessly, perhaps even happily, moaning beneath him and it provoked moans of his own to fly out at the tingles it sent across his skin each time a new one came out with a different pitch, a different frequency.

The cry that tore itself when that traveling hand on his thigh came down sharply on his thigh had even him jumping at the sound as the pain burning across his skin and very quickly the hand was lifting. He eagerly waited to see where it would come down again and with just how much force it would come down with. Much like before his moan came out high, a near cry of a sound when the blonde's hand came down on his ass when he raised himself upwards and dropped down hard as he could.

Focusing, forcing himself to focus on it he forced his fingers to move and pinch his husband's nipple tight like he had before. Another high, trembling moan flew out of his husband, the sound was one that he knew if it got any higher their new lightbulbs would be shattering as they had with the spanking. He turned his head enough to give a warning glare to the blonde only to shiver at the sight.

His husband pressed his head backwards against the bed, lashes squeezed shut as the position showed off the curve of his throat, the shape of his Adam's Apple as he moaned out again making Shouta shiver again. He watched those blonde lashes quiver before cracking open, meeting that wavering glare, and a wide smirk curled over the blonde's hips when he jerked his hips up as Shouta came down and he groaned at the pleasure it sent zapping up his spine though the smirk was very quickly lost when Shouta squeezed tightly around the blonde.

And then he felt it. He finally felt it. His orgasm. It was building languidly in his stomach, his breaths hitching excitedly for it to continue building, bouncing himself eagerly to chase after it to feel that denial though the hand that gripped at his skin spoke anything he knew his own husband was getting there. That he was in the same position. Who would break first? Who was going to say it? He let his head fall back as he moaned with a particularly hard thrust, only for it to end on a whimper.

The blonde's answering groan rang out with a deep throated, gravelly quality to it that sent goosebumps across his feverish skin as he flicked his thumb over his husband's nipple before twisting it lightly with his shaking fingers. He leaned forward just a bit against his husband's leg, grinding himself forward each time he flew up until he was sure he was merely clutching that leg to him as he bounced himself feeling the blonde squirming underneath him making the leg in his hand twitch sporadically.

He was whimpering, unaware those whimpers brought with them faint words that were starting, forming on his lips only to be cut back and he felt a moment of panic that he was going to break without even meaning too. And then a hand was brought down on his thigh again making air hiss through his teeth when he snapped his jaw closed, the burn sending him higher, higher, and he was finding there was not a thing he could do to stop his orgasm now that it was barreling forward.

Something he was subconciously chasing after eagerly. Chasing that pleasure. Yet at the same time his mind warned him it would be unbearable. That this would be unbearable. He ground his teeth together hissing his breaths through them, the sound louder than his own husband's pants as that flaming, tight pressure in his groin reared upwards making his thighs tremble lightly. Feeling shivers roll down his back as they began flexing and relaxing in intervals with the oncoming orgasm, his stomach tightening with it.

All the signs he knew perfectly meant that any moment, had he not had the ring on, he'd be coming in seconds. He could feel his husband's thigh tensing against him, the way his hips were bucking up faster against him when he came down that his whimpering finally changed into his lips trembling lightly before moving with his words. "Za-Zashi! Zashi, it's- Ah! Good! I don't- It's tights! So hard, Zashi, y-you're so hard!"

He felt the shudders rolling over his husband at his groaned words as both moved in tandem, hips slamming down while hips rose up sharply, no longer letting Shouta move on his own and no longer moving sporadically or at intervals. The thrusts were hard bouncing him up higher each time he slid up that he swore when he peeked over his shoulder again that he could hear his husband grinding his teeth together just as fiercely as he had.

A snapping moan flew out of the blonde's clenched teeth with a frequency that had him flinching. He hadn't had to use his quirk in a while on his husband, given the room was sound proofed, but that didn't mean his ears were. They could still be affected, still be damaged, and if his husband got any louder, he'd have to stop that. He still remembered in the beginning of their challenge how he had nearly blown his ears out a couple of times, how he'd walked around with muffled hearing, and that was the last thing he wanted.

His orgasm, however, commanded his attention when a particular hit to his prostate paired with the harshness of the hips against him had a strange, hiccupping sound of air leaving him as he arched his back his hips jerking forward desperately as he cried out. A hit like that would have done it; a thrust as hard, as accurate as that should have made his orgasm snap. It should have him squirming, writhing, wailing and whimpering through the waves yet he got nothing.

It was agony. It was absolute agony that had him burning."Ah! Ah, Z-Zzzzashi, I can't! I need- I want to c- Mmmmmpphh!"

He threw his hand up covering his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut as he slammed himself down desperately, his hips jerking forward to grind himself against his husband's thigh when the blonde let out a barking laugh when the hand came down sharply on his thigh with enough force it had his eyes rolling back behind his eyelids. He knew what he was doing. He knew it. He hadn't been in such a state long, wasn't truly desperate, but just knowing he would have come, knowing he could have felt that pleasure was enough to leave him feeling eagerly desperate to reach it.

It was like weaving on the edge of a cliff; anxious, fascinated, heart-poundingly thrilling wondering which way he would fall. Hovering there, forced to stay on that edge, knowing he should have come seconds ago was where he stood. Knowing it, knowing that it was there, he just needed to take the ring off. He heard the sound of a throat clearing when the hand came down sharply on his thigh again before squeezing the sensitive skin.

"Wh-What do you need, baby? What you w-want? What d-do you want to do, hmmm? Tell me, baby, tell me! I- Nnngh! I know what you want! I know what you need! I felt it! "

Felt it? Had he tightened up without realizing it? He groaned into his palm when the fingers dug into the light red mark to his thigh when he looked down, whimpering softly as nails dragged against the sensitive spot, and bounced himself with as much speed, as much force as he could possibly muster as he kept his hand tight across his mouth to keep his lips from moving, knowing if he even yelled it in a muffled manner that his husband would still understand it.

It would be easy to expect the words that the blonde was waiting for. And the man looked positively ravenous to hear them, to rip them out himself. "Co-Come on, Sho, tell me! Tell me you want it b-bad now, that you wa-want to do it! That the fact you knew it w-would and you didn't makes you fucking crazy right now! I want it too so ba- God, you're so fucking tight! So tight! Jesus, you trying to break my cock in ha-half?"

He hated how high his whimper was in his throat, his hand pressing fiercely to his lips while his other hand pinched that nipple tightly until his husband was shouting wordlessly thrusting up in a frenzy that matched Shouta's own desperate movements as he came down grinding himself in that same frenzied way Hizashi had been thrusting with. He squirmed, his legs twitching to spread farther apart and his chest arching forward as his shoulders wiggled and even his feet moved restlessly on the sheets. He wanted too.

God, he wanted to. He was right there, and he couldn't; the comforting squeeze of the ring felt more like a choking noose on his erection preventing him from coming. He yelped against his palm when his squirming was interrupted by hands grabbing his waist lifting him up, up, up, until his husband was sliding out of him with a lewdly slick sound, and he whimpered again when he was then swung off from his straddled position.

What was he doing? Did he dare move his hand? Or would he start begging the moment it was off? He couldn't take that chance. Didn't want to take that chance. Even if his thighs now squirmed, pressing together reminiscent to the day they'd tried omorashi; rubbing, pressing, squeezing together as his hips shifted uselessly. He watched Hizashi roll onto his knees reaching out to Shouta coaxing him backwards into a laying position, his back thumping as it hit the bed.

His squirming thighs were pulled apart as Hizashi settled down between them and before he could even think to pull his hand back enough to question it the tongue running up the length had his lashes flutter. Oh. He moaned into his palm, squirming as his hips bucked up eagerly when Hizashi rubbed his piercing against a vein before tracing it upwards with the tip of his tongue right up to the head where he swirled his tongue around the head making him whimper.

He squirmed squeezing his thighs together on either side of Hizashi's head, the muscles trembling eagerly, and he swore the pressure of his orgasm was positively begging to be let out already. That his body needed to be rid of this frenzied heat that was making him writhe against the sheets. He wailed into his hand arching his chest up when the piercing, that sinful little piercing, rubbed against his slit making his hips bounce up eagerly as if he could force himself into Hizashi's mouth by the movement alone.

Squeezing his thighs around the blonde's head tightly making his husband release a high, trembling moan. He wanted to just say it; to announce it even if it meant he was going to lose. He needed to come already and the tongue licking at his erection wasn't helping one little bit. He reached down wrapping his husband's ponytail around his fingers and pulling hard earning him jerk from the blonde who moaned as he then wriggled a hand up to stroke the rest of his shaft.

His tongue continued swirling, licking at the head with lips closing around it once in a while to suckle at him. He couldn't. He couldn't take it. He was burning, writhing, throbbing to get the orgasm out of him as he wailed into his hand again. He moved it from his mouth finally throwing it down to grab at the back of his husband's head as if it would force him to slide down, yet the blonde refused to move a single inch down.

No matter how much he knew he wanted too, no matter how much Shouta needed him too. His thighs were trembling, he could feel the sweat dripping down his temples to his hair and he was gasping out little puffs of half-formed words that he'd been whimpering not long ago, only this time he didn't want to stop them. He wouldn't. "Za-Zzzzashi! Zashi, off! Take it off, I want- I need t-to cum! I need to! Need to, need to, need to! I fucking need to! I want to cum! Want too so bad! I- Please! Please, please, please, please! Please, let me cum! I want it! I have too, Zashi, have too! Ah! Ah, please! Please!"

He broke. He couldn't- wouldn't, can't, won't- hold those words back anymore as he squirmed against the sheets, his hips bucking desperately as his orgasm throbbed from its trapped position His hands squeezing in their position as he whimpered in a cracked, high tone. Arching his hips up desperately when the hand stroking him squeezed the stiff length making him jolt with a raspy gasp.

"Please! I'll do a-anything! Anything, Zashi! I just- Let me cuuum! I want- I gotta! Gotta, Zashi! It's- Nnngh, please! Take mine off! Take yours off! Cum with me! Just cuuum! Cum, baby, please! Let me! I can't take it! I-It's right there! Right there! Please!"

The moan he received from Hizashi was high, the frequency with the vibrations of it making his eyes roll back from the delicious pleasure of them being aimed at the tip when he heard some shifting down between his legs, but he couldn't focus when the blonde grunted quietly. Then the hand stroking him, the mouth covering the head of his erection, were moving from him nearly making him wail out in protest only to feel fingers twisting lightly at the ring.

And the ring, the ring, the ring was coming up sliding in stuttering movements until it was off, off, off. He gasped at the sudden gush of blood to his erection making it pulse erratically as the hand wrapped around him, a similar airy groan leaving his husband as those lips wrapped around the head of his erection. The blonde delivered a harsh suck that made him cry out arching up feeling that piercing rub insistently at the slit that was positively dripping with pre-come.

He bucked up eagerly feeling that familiar, hot tightness squeezing through him and he heard the slick sounds of a hand moving over lube, his head lifting just enough to see his husband's green eyes leveled on him, his shoulder moving quickly which was all he needed. He didn't need to see as he knew. And yet surprisingly enough he tilted his head just a bit when Hizashi pulled his mouth off of the leaking head, a whimper flying out of him at the lack of heat only for his eyes to widen.

The blonde smirked up at him wickedly as he stuck his tongue out causing that piercing to flash at him in the light and his hand to speed up on his erection. Squeezing, kneading just enough as his hand flew up and down, insistently trying to push him to the edge he was dancing on and the sound of the hand beneath Hizashi speeding up paired with the sight before him was far too arousing.

Too much of a damn turn on. Hizashi's eyes were glazed with lust, burning up at him with excitement as they asked silently for him to do it, do it, do it, and he was helpless not too. He bucked up when a thumb ground his slit, a hoarse shout leaving him as his orgasm finally ripped through him. How he lasted even a second with the ring off he had no clue and yet his orgasm was truly blinding.

His eyes squeezed shut despite his urge, his desire to see the image he knew he wanted too, and yet he was unable too. He wailed at the sizzling heat scalding right through him from the top of his head right down to every tip on every extremity on his body as he jerked through each throb his erection gave that pumped a shot of come out. He heard Hizashi's own frantic moans, cresting higher and higher, growing so loud his ears were beginning to throb.

Protesting again the constant assault of sound that he was crying out at the pain that stabbed sharp and sudden in his ear drums accompanied by that damn popping sound. Goddammit, they just put those lightbulbs in! He tried to open his eyes, to activate his quirk, but he couldn't; it was so hard to get them to open as his orgasm throbbed through him and those loud moans lowered into whimpers.

Hips bucking wildly as the hand stroking him quickly coaxed him through his orgasm that was leaving him absolutely shaking in its wake as he gasped for air. When it ended, he struggled against his heavy eyelids making his lashes flutter against his cheeks as he forced them open, looking down between his legs as his eyes struggled to focus for a moment on what he was actually seeing. And he whined at the sight of his husband smiling up at him, his tongue still hanging out as he panted quickly as if he was proud of the come on his tongue.

There was even a few splatters on his cheek, on the bottom of his lenses, spoke volumes as they panted in the silence of the bedroom. He watched Hizashi pull his tongue into his mouth swallowing before leaning in to lick at the weak little trail of come that had dribbled form his tip eagerly, his tongue lapping at the trail as the erection softened to one of a half hard state, refusing to go down a bit further than that, and he knew he had another good orgasm in him.

When those lashes lifted, green eyes flashing at him, he knew Hizashi did as well. They could do their work later tonight. Shouta knew, and Hizashi knew, they were raised not to waste anything whether it was an opportunity or food. And the last thing they would do was waste an opportunity like this. The last thing he would be was wasteful. And so, he let his lips curl into a smug little grin of his own as his husband pulled away from his erection.

Licking his lips like he wanted more of his come, more of him, and he felt his face burn hotly as a droplet of sweat rolled down his cheek. "Wa-Wanna go again?"

"I tho-thought you wanted to do grading! Y-You horny now?"

"Absolutely. Th-The grading isn't going anywhere now, is it?" When he got a playful shake of that blonde head from his husband, he then let his lips curl wider into wicked grin. "E-Exactly. Now suck my fu-fucking cock and swallow my cum until you're s-sick off of it. A-And we will be using the rings ag-again! Got it?"

A shiver rolled over Hizashi though he smirked widely up at him in response, licking his lips again as he leaned in kissing the tip of his half-hard erection. "Yes, sir! I hear you lo-loud and clear, baby!"

"Good! T-Then what are you w-waiting for?" The answering smirk from Hizashi was anything less than wolfish in it's appearance. And he loved it.