Shouta grumbled the words in an irritated grunt as he yanked the sheets off of the bed with a sigh at just how often it seemed that they were changing them lately; every other day for their spare sets, and even those were being washed more often than not leaving Shouta to crawl into his sleeping bag more often while at home. He knew they always did have an active sex life, that it was more active than most people he knew at their age, but this was getting a bit ridiculous.
Hizashi was even thinking of buying another set of sheets last night after they had finished up their third and final round of the night which, unsurprisingly, had been at two-thirty in the morning by the time either of them felt they were ready to stop, that any longer they wouldn't be able to handle walking. Even now he was wobbling just a bit. Yet as he yanked the blankets off, balling them up to toss into the laundry basket only to find it full did he realize he'd been slacking on the laundry; they both were.
Sighing, he stuffed the blankets into the laundry basket, grabbing the handles of it, then turned on his feet walking across the room with Void and Twix trotting after him as he made his way across the room, his destination for their utility room where the washer and dryer was. He wasn't surprised when he gathered a whole squad of cats, not that he could see them and identify them like he had with the initial two but he chuckled softly at how amusing it had been to be followed so intently by those cats.
It was only as he was stuffing the washer with the sheets first, throwing the detergent into the washer then shutting the door turning the washer on did he remember the list. More specifically, there was something on the list he wanted to check. Was there something about the washer anyways? He nudged Cosmo and Sterling out of his way carefully only for Simba to throw himself in his path nearly tripping him up and he scowled at the orange cat who stared up innocently with those wide green eyes of his.
He made his way from the utility room, his hand raising for him to bite into his nail; another bad habit of his that Hizashi hated but he wasn't ripping it off, just biting at it. There was something soothing about the action, even he couldn't deny it, but he made extra care to trim his nails with the clippers and smoothing them with the nail filer Hizashi had given him after he had been scratching the blonde's leg making it twitch in his grasp when a sharp, uneven edge cut his leg.
He then went out and bought him a nail filler for him to use which he did. However, something about just lightly biting on the nail but not ripping it away was soothing; almost like a child sucking their thumb. Or someone with OCD finally getting things into their order. It was that level of soothing or satisfying. He looked over his shoulder at the multiple bells chasing after him with Void and Simba closest on his heels, Cosmo not far behind, while Twix, Sterling and Cappella lingered behind but still followed after him with intent.
Adorable. He couldn't stop a little chuckle as he made his way through the kitchen to the little hallway to their bedroom where the cats spilled into the room like a river of fur and chirping meows as if all wanted to get his attention at once. He walked over to Hizashi's side of the bed, reaching into the pillow case feeling for the paper then pulling it out, plopping down on the edge. He would forever hate and appreciate how Hizashi could get their children out of the house .
Never knowing exactly what he offered, not bothering to ask as it always had Hitoshi dragging Eri with him to see the other students. They wanted her out with the people, wanted her to grow accustomed by the stimuli, and while it definitely worked as she asked more and more to go out with Hitoshi or Midoriya or Togata, he didn't mind it one bit. He was just glad she seemed to be flourishing in some way given her last seven years of life have been awful.
He pulled himself from his thoughts as he then found the very thing he was looking for; it was written like a question that had his brows raising to see 'washing machine sex?' like it was a question he had wanted to ask Shouta but didn't quite get around to doing out loud. He raised a brow folding the paper placing it on the bedside table, shifting to pull his phone out of his back pocket, and pulling up Google.
It was easy to find the things he was looking for; a position to use best, how they did it, and it was all rather simply answered in the minute it took him to look it up. Sit on top of the washer, him in Hizashi's lap, and the washer on its highest agitator setting. It was rather simple. He hummed when a cat tried crossing over his thighs, tiny paws digging into the left one making him look down before scratching behind Cosmo's ears gently making large green eyes close in content as that little head tilted into his fingers.
She arched into the touch when he stroked his hand down the length of her back, making her bottom feet pop up raising her hips up happily with her tail swaying lazily as he scratched that spot right in front of it. His phone vibrated in his hand, the little notification dropping from the top of the screen letting him know Hizashi had texted and he reached his thumb up tapping on that little notification bringing up their texts.
Zashi-chan: Yoooo, you there?
Sho-chan: do u mean do i hve my phone or in the house?
Zashi-chan: Both! Clearly you have your phone on you! Are you still home?
Sho-chan: of course, i am
Sho-chan: where else wud i b? 😑
Zashi-chan: I wanted to tell you that I know what I want for winning the bet! And I know what punishment you're getting! They line up with the list, don't worry! But I know now what I'll be doing 😈
Sho-chan: u seem far mre excited 4 both of those things than you should be ️
Zashi-chan: I'm excited for both! After you pick your second kink choice, I get to enact both MY choices and the reward along with the punishment! You know, if you'd been able to hold back just a LITTTLE longer I would have broken first 😉😏
Sho-chan: bs
Zashi-chan: I really would have! I was going too! But you broke first, like you always do! Maybe I should do something about that 😉
Sho-chan: r u suggesting using the gag on me?
Sho-chan: kinky mf
Zashi-chan: And you love this kinky motherfucker! 😚😘
Sho-chan: unfortunate 4 me
Zashi-chan: Oh, stop it, you sour puss! I'll be home in a few seconds anyways with lunch! Got you something special!
Sho-chan: has it ever occurred to u we order out too much?
Zashi-chan: Mmm, I don't think so! I mean, other than that night we got fucked up we really haven't ordered out. I don't think so anyways. But besides, what does it matter? We always balance it out!
Sho-chan: uh huh
Zashi-chan: Don't be fussy! You'll feel MUCH better with some food in you!
Sho-chan: and wht if i said i wsnt hungry 4 tht?
Zashi-chan: ...
Zashi-chan: Are
Zashi-chan: Are you saying you want some fuck? 😳
Sho-chan: and just like that u get nothing, u overgrwn fucking cockatoo
Zashi-chan: Ahhh, no, no! No! I was joking! Joking, Shouta!
Sho-chan: ✌️
Zashi-chan: SHOOOO NOOOOOOO!
He smirked when he turned his screen off as another text pinged and he pulled open the bedside table drawer, Cosmo chirping at him as her head nudged his side, grabbing the condoms and the lube with the wipes. He gently nudged Cosmo off of his thigh where she meowed up at him while he tucked the wipes under his arm then grabbed his phone with a chuckle when his screen lit up with the text across it being merely a series of crying emoji's.
He then put the device down in order to tuck the list back into Hizashi's pillow before he forgot; the day of the omorashi had been awful trying to get the paper back from Cappella and he'd wound up with two long scratches along his forearm that were easily hidden under his costume from getting the paper back from the hellcat. Girl loved her paper and there was nothing stopping her from keeping it.
Until it was needed. He slid it into place then plucked his phone up before walking across the floor again with that cloud of cats trotting after him making him look over his shoulder as he entered the kitchen then looked to their bowls. Ah, he should do that. That way they don't follow him into the utility room and he doesn't have to struggle getting them out and it doesn't prevent Hizashi from entering the little room.
He placed everything down on the counter, opened the cabinet underneath it to grab their cat food to which he got a chorus of meows and mewls from the cats as he began scooping food into their bowls as head and sides nudged then rubbed against his calves as he did so. He dropped the scoop into the food, put it back in its place, and used a cup to fill with water and top off their water bowls as well while all six cats descended on their food like they'd been starving for years.
Scooping his things off the counter making his way back towards the utility room was when his phone pinged again making him look down at the screen as he raised a brow at the GIF notification. Hizashi could be annoying with his texts but often times, the most amazing thing somehow, was when they could carry a full conversation with nothing but GIFs. He knew if he replied now, it would be nothing but GIFs between them, which would be pointless.
Pointless when the blonde said he'd be home in a mere handful of minutes which had him lengthening his strides to the utility room. He had grabbed the handle pulling the door open, stepping into the smallish-medium sized room just as the front door flew open with the rustling of bags and the feet thumping down the hallway.
"Sho! Sho, are you home? I'm sorry! I'm not a bird, I swear! I was joking! Baby, please! You wanna fuck? 'Cause I got time! Don't have to be anywhere until five! And it's noontime now! Come on, baby, I'll apologize!"
He rolled his eyes at his husband's frantic voice, the shameless whine in it that one would think he could possibly be the bottom in their relationship and yet his lips widened into a smirk when he placed his phone, the lube, condoms and wipes on top of the dryer before reaching down to grab the hem of his shirt. He pulled it up over his head, reaching down to unbutton the pants he'd worn today.
A pair of dark cargo pants with a few tasteful rips in the fabric that he adored and it was this adoration that prompted him to wiggle them down carefully to keep from ripping any of those holes open wider. Anything to keep them from being rendered unwearable. He was stepping out of them when his husband called out for him again with that whine in his voice as he took a few more seconds to fold up his pants before debating his position. Did he want to hop up on the washer?
Or stand in front of it? If he stood in front of it, he could rest both arms back, cock his hips forward and cross his legs in a position Hizashi had prompted him to use before. He could feel the arousal stirring, pooling low in his stomach when he nodded to himself tucking his hair behind his ears before picking up his phone to deliver a single text to his husband rather than call out; it was unlikely his husband would even hear him through the door the first time. No point in wasting his breath like that.
Sho-chan: utility room
He was placing the phone down, shifting on his feet to lean back against the washer that was still running though he knew it wasn't anywhere near as rough as it could have been he was sure it would provide enough sensation for the both of them if need be and even if it didn't then what did it matter? They were going to fuck on top of it, that alone would provide its own movements for the device.
He then looked over his shoulder at the vibrating device, drumming his fingers on the surface, as he debated if this was really a smart idea. If they fucked up the washer, he'd be angry with himself; he'd be upset, he even thought of this idea but goddammit it was getting tiring having to change their sheets and wash them all the time. He was debating this, brows coming together, when he jerked his head up in time to hear the thudding steps with the door flying open with Hizashi stepping over the threshold.
"Shouta, I didn't mean-" And he stopped. He could see the blonde's brain rebooting when a hand came up to point at him. "Um. What're you doing?"
"Hizashi Yamada."
"Yeah?"
"I am tired of laundry."
The way his husband's head cocked to the side, giving him a birdlike or even puppy-esque look as those blonde brows came together over his glasses with a look of confusion in his green eyes making Shouta sigh heavily when his husband didn't quite pick up his subtle hint. Didn't understand the scene before him. Shouta couldn't blame him; his husband has been pretty frazzled since they used the cock rings on Wednesday.
With a full schedule of photo shoots, interviews with little known magazines about his Hero Work and his radio station, grading all those essays Thursday night were all things that hadn't helped much. Shouta picked up the slack by feeding the cats, grooming and clipping nails, cleaning the house and vacuuming when he could.
By making sure Eri and Hitoshi's rooms were clean while making sure they were presentable before school each day and obviously doing the job of feeding them all during the day. He did everything he could to help his husband. But he had to admit his husband, no matter how frazzled, could be dense even on a good day. The tragedies of being with an exuberant blonde like Hizashi.
"I am tired of doing our sheets, tired of washing them all the time. I want- I mean, it's-"
That confused little look on his husband quickly disappeared; it was there one second and then realization was taking over every little feature on his face as his mouth dropped open just a bit while those eyes widened as they glimmered with the emotion. And then the blonde was shutting the door behind him, leaning against it as his lips quirked up into a smirk and he couldn't stop his own lips from curling into a little grin at his husband when the blonde then bit his smirking lip as those green eyes scanned down then up as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Oh. Ohhhhh, okay, you're tired of laundry? Tired of doing the sheets all the time? What do you suggest then, baby? What could we possibly do about all this blanket washing that would make you happy and give you what you so very clearly want?"
"I don't know, you're the kinkier one. What could we possibly do?" Shouta couldn't stop the same lilting, playful tone as his husband when he pushed himself from the washer taking those few lazy steps towards his husband, those eyes greedily taking in each of his movements and he fought a little shiver from making its appearance over him.
Especially when he watched teeth drag over that smirking bottom lip. He lifted his hands upwards when Hizashi uncrossed his arms, hands reaching for his waist before sliding around to his lower back pulling him forward tightly against him as he curled his arms around the blonde's shoulders. Tempting. Warm. He could feel that desire, the arousal, stirring up sending little flickers of heat beneath his skin as a leg slid between both of his and he twisted himself against his husband who was raising his brows at him.
"What can we do about the laundry, Zashi?"
"Mmm, impractical but we don't always have to be in the bedroom. We've fucked twice now on the couch, but you got upset we had to scrub the cushion and flip it when you came on it but it's still an option." He felt his breath hitch when those hands slid beneath the waistline of his boxers, sliding down to grip his ass tightly yanking his hips tightly to his own as lips then pressed against his jaw. Softly, fluttering along the edge of it, making his breath shake on its way out as that stirring, those flickers of heat, threatened to combust into the intensity he knew was waiting for him.
"True, true. But still, somewhere new is always nice, isn't it?"
"Oh absolutely! You really wanna do it here?"
"Mhmmm."
"Alright! You know, we could pull what we used to in the apartment and fuck in the kitchen, against the counter, over the table." Lips were brushing his skin with those whispered words before moving down to kiss blow his throat sending a stab of desire through him. His hands slid up into those blonde locks as he waited, eagerly to hear more. He always did love his husband's voice. "There's many walls and floors in this house too."
"T-There are."
"And there's the bathtub shower combo we have upstairs, the one we have in our room." He swallowed prompting lips to press against his Adam's Apple, teeth nipping lightly at it as his head tipped backwards when those lips trailed down his throat softly making his fingers tangle tightly into those blonde locks. "If we have to be really desperate, we do have closets, we have the bathroom counter, the edge of the bed facing away from it of course. We have arm chairs, we have our backyard if you want to be really sneaky."
He shivered when his husband, in a wicked little move, pressed a kiss above his collar bone before moving back up to lick up the length of his throat making him groan quietly. He wasn't a big fan of licking but the feel of that piercing dragging against his skin was always exciting. He felt his dick twitch, knowing the blonde had to feel such a tiny thing given he was pressed against his husband's slender thigh and teeth bit at his jaw pulling another quiet sound from him.
"I could fuck you up against windows since you liked that thought so much, remember? Mmm, well you probably don't, now that I think about it. You told me when you were drunk, I fucked you up against a window and you found it so exciting! That's another option."
"Mmmmn, it is! Wi-Windows can be cold though!"
"Hmmm, not if it's sunny, I don't think they'd be. I'd fuck you up against them happily, because the little exhibitionist you are I bet you'd find it real exciting at the thought of someone catching you, don't you?" He whined lightly as his hips instinctively ground down against his husband's thigh prompting a little huff of laughter from the blonde as his teeth nipped at his jaw again. "Though we can do that some other time, baby. I'm still thinking of places we could fuck in the house, which is what you want isn't it?"
"A-A bit! I mean- I guess a window w-would be a place the house, wouldn't it?"
A pleased, soft little hum was his answer as lips crawled up from his jaw then to his cheek which was steadily burning with a flush. He felt the thigh against him moving in a grinding rhythm as his dick twitched, hardening with the rush of blood slowly and he whimpered when fingers squeezed his ass tightly. "I could fuck you here. Up on the washer, you kinky little freak, if you want that? Want me to fuck you on top of the washer? Bend you over the dryer and fuck you against it while you try to do the laundry?"
"Yes! Yes, i-it's why I even looked at the least and came back in here!"
"Mmm, I could say a shitty Dad joke but I don't want you punching me."
"Th-Then don't say it!"
He parted his lips, squirming when that thigh ground up against his half hard dick making a groan fly out of him when Hizashi's lips pressed against his jaw lightly again then moving up to the corner of his tingling lips as he tugged at his blonde locks insistently. The fingers kneaded at his ass when he ground his hips in time with the movements of his husband's thighs, his breath rushing out of him when Hizashi pulled back and he instinctively chased after the movement with a whimper as the blonde licked his lips.
"Y-You know, you weren't exactly shy before but now? Now you're really opening up, baby, and I fucking love it! You're gettin' so adventurous and confident unlike before, getting so damn into it that it's such a fucking turn on, you have no damn clue." He whined at the soft kiss to the tip of his nose when the blonde then smirked at him. "You brought everything with you, didn't you?"
"O-Of course I did, why wouldn't I?" Shouta snapped back when he yelped as the hands slid up from his ass to grab his waist walking him backwards quickly, his feet stumbling over one another slightly when he was then heaved up onto the washer with a grunt from his husband.
Then he looked down at the impact of his weight on top of the washer but then fingers were on his jaw sliding down to his chin turning his head back towards the blonde. His breath hitched when the blonde's right hand rubbed up and down his thigh, his thumb rubbing circles into the muscles every once in a while, as he squirmed as close to the edge of the washer's top as he could. His lips parted again with that tingling and he leaned towards the blonde who slid his fingers backwards along his jaw towards his ear where fingers lightly traced along the shape of it.
"Kiss me."
The blonde leaned towards him as he leaned that little height down, excitement bursting into his chest when Hizashi's lips pressed against his and he sighed softly through his nose as he curled his arms around the blonde's shoulders again in unison with his legs as the fingers tracing his ear dropped down to his other thigh squeezing it softly. He hears a quiet, airy sound leave his husband as their lips moved together.
He slid his hands into his hair squeezing the locks softly as he pressed lightly at the back of his head to make sure there wasn't even a chance of the blonde pulling away easily. He wouldn't allow it. Strange how sounds he thought were loud in the bedroom, loud in that quiet, could be deafening in such a small room like this. While it was nothing compared to the shower, how any noise can be amplified easily by the walls, there was also a strange effect in the room.
How with each little sound slipping out himself or his husband that wasn't quite amplified but definitely seemed louder given the room wasn't as spacious as the others. He pressed his lips firmly, fiercely to Hizashi's who replied in kind as those hands rubbed his palms against his thighs, the feel of his palms against his skin making him shiver as he whined quietly into the kiss. He loved, always had loved, just how smooth his husband's hands were.
Hizashi didn't have many callouses on his hands, he didn't even have dry skin to speak of, but he loved how soft they were. He loved the little scars that littered his knuckles, his fingers, from the obvious punches he'd thrown in his career without the proper hand coverings. There was even a few from breaking fingers that left tiny scars that had long since vanished yet the repeated action of skin breaking open had left little, ghostlike scars on his fingers.
They weren't very noticeable at first glance but Shouta knew they were there. He let out a quick breath when nails dragged down his thighs towards knees before brushing back upwards sending chills down the center of his back, his legs tightening around his husband's waist keeping him tight against him which in response had him pinned against the active washer. He didn't mind the movements beneath him, in fact they felt comforting in a sense.
It would be the first time he was on top of a washer waiting for clothing to be done as Hizashi would always follow him to the laundry room in his dorm when he needed to get his clothing down and more often than not, he would end up on top of a washer in a situation like this. He made a little nose when he realized his lips had slipped off kilter just a bit, his lips pressing more against Hizashi's lower lip than both equally and yet the blonde didn't seem to mind one bit.
His own lips pressed against Shouta's top lip quite happily. He shifted his head just a bit to realign their lips, a shaky breath fanning against his cheek from his husband and he squeezed the locks of hair in his hands tightly. He could cling to Hizashi all day. It always embarrassed Hitoshi but they weren't 'all over' each other the way the teen would describe it. Shouta would, given his mood, sometimes cling to Hizashi.
He would cuddle down into his lap, he would sit with his arm around his waist or shoulders, would walk up to him in the kitchen and slide his arms around his waist. All things he'd do now if Hizashi had been the one to be doing the laundry or any other chore in the house. He clung to him now, as he always did, when in a moment such as this. He loved it. He loved to feel Hizashi in his arms as his lips pressed fervently, fiercely to his own returning every trace of emotion that he poured into the kiss on his side and he always did his best to return it.
He felt a hand leave his thigh, his brows coming together curiously, only to release a muffle yelp against his husband's lips when that hand was pressing against the back of his head pressing him forward. He hadn't realized he was pulling away ever so slightly. Hadn't realized that at all. Shouta really did get lost in his mind a lot when he was kissing Hizashi, didn't he? He let out a shaking breath of his own as he dove right back into what he'd been doing before he got lost in his thoughts.
Marveling at the hands on him, the fingers twisting into his own hair now, the feel of his husband's lips beneath his own as he moved his own. Focusing on the growing urgency the blonde was displaying as the kiss sizzled and burned right into him creating bursts of heat beneath his skin. He would never understand how wet his lips would get from these kisses, how they grew so slick against one another's but he didn't mind it; it made kissing his husband far more enjoyable, even if it was difficult to keep their lips equally pressed together.
He didn't mind it. Those slick, smacking sounds from the movements of their lips, the shaky breaths were loud in this small room. He couldn't stop the little moan from leaving his throat when he moved his lips faster, as fast as he possibly could, in time with Hizashi's who pressed against the back of his head lightly. He dragged his nails lightly over the blonde's scalp pulling an equally small moan from his husband that sounded far more eager than expected.
Urgent. Desperate. Which one was this shameless making out turning into? He couldn't tell but he didn't care. Not when they were quite literally going to be fucking on top of a washing machine in mere minutes. He twitched when the hand on his leg rubbed at his knee before sliding back up towards his thigh and when he thought it would stop when it got towards his upper thigh; it didn't. He whined when that hand slid forward curving slightly to brush the start of that soft, nearly silky inner thigh.
He whined when fingers pressed against his erection and he had a decision to make. What did he do? Keep his legs wrapped around his waist or spread them to welcome a more satisfying touch? The blonde seemed to understand that debate when Shouta's legs twitched uncertainly, tightening and loosening uncertainly, when he moaned as those fingers pressed firmly to his crotch before angling itself awkwardly to get it into the position where he could press his palm against it.
He moved his legs from the blonde's waist, his toes curling at the pleasure flaring and his lips moved fervently, urgently much like Hizashi's were with pressure forward until he was sure his teeth would ache. His thighs twitched apart eagerly as another moan flew out of him when he tugged at the blonde's hair when he began rubbing, a slow movement of his palm and fingers pressing down just enough to send sparks of pleasure through him.
That rubbing only fed into the arousal, into the lust burning into him, and the blonde released a low, throaty groan when he tugged at his hair. Ahh, how did he not realize that earlier? If he thought, it was fucking good to have his hair yanked and Hizashi was reacting so openly to it so many times now then surely, he should have realized they shared another common kink by now. Why was he excited by that?
He pulled back from his husband's lips, breathing far too fast for his liking, as he then closed his mouth to swallow to soothe his throat, and yet it was falling open with a moan when his husband's hand sped up against him, rubbing at him and he leaned backwards onto his hands allowing his legs to spread easier. He whimpered softly when Hizashi leaned forward the best he could to press kisses against his chest before moving down to his stomach.
His hips bucked up eagerly against his husband's hand, biting his lip to hold in a louder sound, letting his head fall back and he twitched at the ticklish sensation of his hair brushing against his back as he did so. His husband's words, his previous suggestions, were spinning lazily in his mind as he truly debated them; so many places, so many ways they could have sex that didn't involve a bed.
Somewhere that clean up could be easier than getting lube, sweat and semen on the sheets forcing them to clean them again. He whimpered bouncing his hips up against his husband's hand, straightening his head up to look at the man as his breath stuttered on its way out making his chest tremble when Hizashi's leaned forward again kissing his stomach softly making the muscles quiver at the soft touch.
He watched the blonde moving lower, lower, as his hand then continued moving up with an upward rub until fingers curled over the waistband of his boxers plucking at them idly. He lifted his hips with a little whine when Hizashi then bent down pressing a kiss to the bulge of his erection, firm enough to be felt beneath the fabric, and he lifted a hand up to push his husband's bangs from his face getting him a smile.
"Such an eager boy. aren't you, Sho?" He shivered at the warmth of his husband's breath, something he could feel through the fabric of his boxers amazingly, and he lifted his hips a little higher. A silent request. A beg. "You know, I sometimes forget how much you like it when I suck your cock. I don't know how I forget, though I'm sure you'll tell me all about it, won't you? Give me a whole lecture? Scold me like I'm nothing more than a little boy doing something wrong?"
"I-I will! I- Mmm!" He whimpered when the fingers tugged down, down at the fabric before letting it snap back up into place against his skin making his jaw clench.
"Mhmmm, but then again I never do forget how much I love doing it. You always say six inches isn't anything impressive but it is to me! It's very impressive! And besides, what you don't have in length you make up with how thick your cock is which is perfectly fine with me, though you think you're small just because I take you so easily, though I promise you anyone else would maybe struggle just a bit."
"Are you dick shaming me or praising me?" Shouta asked dryly looking at his husband who giggled up at him, the sound far more wicked than it would be mischievous or light-hearted, though it did its job of making his erection twitch against his boxers as lips then pressed in another kiss against it.
His husband hardly was the type to shame a man's penis. In fact, for three years straight any time Hizashi would see him naked or walk in on him in the bathroom and even in high school when they used a urial next to one another the blonde never failed to spit out that shitty 'nice cock!' with that playful wink that had him scowling. It was so stupid and he did it even now sometime just to embarrass or even annoy him.
"I would never dick shame you, baby! How could I ever shame you when I love your cock? I may not have experience having this in me but I'm sure it was fucking good for that duplicate of mine, given how he wailed and moaned like a bitch in heat each time the three of us fucked! You musta given it good, baby, to make someone sound like that!"
He was burning. He was positively lit from head to toe in heated, lustful flames that were intent on scalding him alive no matter how many times he was with Hizashi. His words were vulgar, perhaps even too vulgar, yet he loved them. He loved hearing Hizashi talk dirty to him, to hear that voice dip and lower playfully to a silken tone that sent goosebumps across his skin the way it filled the space between them.
"Whether you say it out loud or not, I know we share a similar desire for it, Sho. If I could, if I really, really could, I'd be on my knees for you any and everywhere you wanted. Under your desk, in the bathroom stalls, in alley ways, anywhere. You have no idea how good it is and how much I love having this in my mouth; you fit so perfectly, like your cock was meant to be in someone's mouth though I think mine is more than enough, isn't it? I could suck your cock all day long, you know that?"
"Zashi, you're being a dick! Stop stalling!"
"Oh? I'm stalling?" Blonde brows rose then when his voice dipped making goosebumps break out over his skin; just like he expected it too.
Like Hizashi expected. He twitched at the that voice deepened when his lips press against the bulge again while flicking his finger playfully over the waistband of his boxers making him grit his teeth. So, annoying he was. Always had to build up, always had to tease, and always had to take his time. Shouta knew if he didn't have to say all these fancy words he'd be diving right in, having the blonde's pants at his ankles in a heartbeat, and doing as he pleased with that.
But Hizashi loved dirty talk more than Shouta did; in fact, when they separated for a time dirty talk was the one thing that kept either of them satiated over the phone when they couldn't be together. He narrowed his eyes on his husband who was smiling widely up at him now. "I don't know, Sho, I think you're just too impatient. Though I guess anyone would be impatient when it comes to a blowjob so I won't hold it against you this time. Now hop down. I'm gonna do something I know you're gonna love!"
Hop down? He frowned at the blonde when he pulled back smiling widely at him still when he squirmed to the edge before sliding off of the machine, blinking when Hizashi grabbed his waist swinging him around so he was now facing the washer directly. He then jumped when the blonde grabbed his boxers tugging them down right his knees in the blink of an eye it seemed, looking down he used Hizashi's shoulders to step out of the underwear carefully.
Twitching with surprise when the blonde leaned forward kissing his left thigh briefly before standing up turning to the dryer. He scooped up the lube popping open the top. He then realized how ridiculous it was then. Here he was gawking as Hizashi squeezed a dollop onto his fingers and spreading them over the digits happily while Shouta stood there, naked as the day he was born, feeling so very lost as to what his husband was actually doing.
Obviously, he was getting him ready, that much was clear, but what was he going to DO that he was going to love? Was- No. There's no way Hizashi was going to do that, they hadn't done it in so long and it had his next breath flying down as a gasp that was completely, uttering unintentional on his part as his face burned when those green eyes slid over to him. The smile deepened into a satisfied little smirk.
"Zashi, you're n-not really going to-?"
"Oh, but I am!" Hizashi chirped at him, though the way those lashes lowered giving him that lustful, hungry look sent a wave of heat over him that had him quivering in anticipation when the blonde then took a sliding step in front of the washer again though this time he sank right down to his knees.
His smirk was wide, smug, and even wickedly satisfied as his eyes glinted up at him from over the rims of his glasses when he then bit his lip knowing what a sight he actually was. He knew it and abused it and Shouta loved it. "Come here, bend over the washer! Just like you would with the bed, so don't look like at me with that doe eyed look and acting like you have no clue what I'm talking about. Come on, baby, don't you want me to fuck you with my fingers and suck your cock at the same time? Don't you want me too? Cause even if you can be impatient I sure as hell can be patient!"
"G-God, you have such a dirty fucking mouth, Zashi!"
"And you love it! Besides, you know you're not going to say no; not when it's been so long and you know how good it feels! So why don't' you be a good boy and come here? Come here, then fuck my mouth and throat until it's fuckin' sore, baby!"
Shouta wanted to say he knew when his legs twitching, the muscles tensing to move were his signal and that he knew when he flew over to the washer to brace himself over it were all things he remembered doing. In reality he didn't. All he knew was he was gawking at his husband, his mouth hanging open as those green eyes glinted up at him with lashes that fluttered at him, the wide smirk on his husband's lips and the red flush to his cheeks.
Fighting a shiver when he stretched his hands out towards him with two fingers on his right hand glistening in the lighting of the room, his left palm glistening subtly from the lube there. All while on his knees, his hair spilling over his shoulders, and an expectant look in his glinting eyes. And then next moment he was in front of his husband, his legs panting on either side of his husband spreading, his ass pushing backwards as he looked down at the top of his husband's head with an excited gasp leaving him.
There was no in-between with those few little steps, nor the memory of his legs moving, but he didn't mind. He didn't mind at all that he didn't recall one second to the next because the blonde tilted his head back just enough to stare up at him with another one of those mischievous giggles that had him shivering. And then a hand was gripping his erection giving a few strokes before lips were pressing against the underside softly.
It almost felt sickening how his heart jumped, pounding furiously in his chest as Hizashi placed those soft kisses to the lower half of his erection down near the base. He then moved back up to that halfway point then licking the rest of the way up. Making sure to rub his piercing against his skin, leaving a rather hot, wet trail against his skin that cooled quickly in mere seconds yet he could hardly mind that cooling sensation.
And then Hizashi was kissing the head of his erection softly, playfully as he would any other part of him. He whined out in what he knew, what his husband knew, was an impatient manner yet the blonde merely contented himself to licking at the head happily then grinding the ball of his piercing against his slit dragging a cry from him that rang back to his ears giving him a little sense of foreboding. If his voice was loud then Hizashi's would be catastrophic if he didn't control himself.
He arched his hips forward just a bit to press himself against Hizashi who had closed his mouth to press his lips to the head again and he twitched when he felt his husband's right hand moving backwards, slick fingers wiggling between the cheeks to rub themselves against his hole pulling a whimper from him. Impatient. He wanted it now and he wanted it right that second, no more waiting.
It was in tandem how those lips pressed against his twitching erection and how those fingers rubbed at him from behind leaving him aching, aching, aching with longing. With impatience. He clenched his jaw when a finger pressed against him with enough pressure that, if given a little more, would push right in but didn't. It didn't and it happily pressed and pulled back; as if he were bouncing his finger against jello.
He growled wordlessly down at his husband who clicked his tongue at him before a little chuckle left the blonde, his hands clenching into fists to keep from shouting at him to just do it already. This was honestly worse than the cock ring, than the cage. It was worse and yet some part of him really did love that tease. Loved it when Hizashi literally poked and prodded at him until he was dissolving into a state where he would do anything, say anything, and scream at his husband until he got his way.
Jerking his hips backwards when the finger pressed firmly against him again, as if it would force that additional pressure needed to push in, and he grit his teeth when Hizashi again clicked his tongue at him making him suck in a breath through his teeth. He knew that often, more often than not, sex required patience. It didn't need to be 'gimme gimme gimme now' all the time and it didn't need to be hands fumbling or hips slamming against one another but he wanted to get going.
He wanted it to start already and God help him if he was getting frustrated by his husband. He'd like to say he would return the favor; that he would tease and being the biggest fucker his husband ever met until he was the one begging for it but that never worked. Hizashi never caved to teasing, to him being a dick, as the man claimed that it had long since worn off from their high school days.
So that was an option out the window. He was going to snap. He was really going to snap. Even if this was his idea, he was positive he was going to actually fucking snap this time. He was hissing in a breath to speak, only for it to fly out quickly when that prodding finger finally, finally pushed forward sinking into him. He gasped when at that same time with that slow push did the blonde open his mouth covering the head of his erection.
His right hand slid against the washer, flying off the edge down to grab the blonde locks of hair tightly as the man sank right down to the base easily enough while that finger pushed into him. He shook. He was shaking at the wave of heat that crashed over him making him cry out again as his nails dragged against his husband's scalp drawing a moan from the man and it had his cry cresting higher towards its end.
Gasping in his breaths, his toes curled tightly against the floor as his legs shook lightly in time with him as he clung to the back of Hizashi's head. It was still. For one moment neither man moved. And then the finger, along with his head, began moving in unison. Slowly, he thrusted his finger lazily in a similar manner to how he bobbed his head and never lifting farther than a few inches from the base before sinking back down with a happy little hum leaving the blonde making him whimper.
He squirmed unsure of which he could focus on properly; the finger that was thrusting lazily into him, rubbing at his inner walls delightfully, or the wet heat of his husband's mouth, the way his tongue moved tracing a vein each time he moved. There was no winner, there wasn't even a competition really. He just didn't know which was devouring his attention. He didn't know which felt better.
His hips jumped forward grinding against Hizashi's lips as he pressed the blonde's head tight to his pelvis with a loud moan flying from him when he felt the rippling movement of a swallow, shivers rushing down his spine making him squirm on his feet as he dragged his nails over his husband's scalp once again then pulled on those locks to coax him backwards. The answering moan he got from the blonde had him twitching, the vibrations from such as sound were positively amazing around him as he felt the second finger nudging at him.
Leaning backwards eagerly, his breaths cresting into those light, fast pants of excitement and he groaned when there was no teasing, no more of that playfulness as the finger pushed in along side that first one. It was only when his husband moaned again did he realize very quickly that after leaning backwards towards his fingers, his hips had snapped forward with a harsh thrust. The type of thrust that he knew if his husband had a gag reflex it would have been triggered from the suddenness of it.
Instead, he had been rewarded with a moan of all things and it was this that had another, louder groan sliding out of him as his hips twitched forward now when Hizashi slid down towards the base as eagerly as he had been seconds ago. Another swallow, another rippling of movement, fingers thrusting into him deeply at the same time making him whine and he felt unsure which to lean into; to jerk backwards or push himself forward into the heat surrounding him.
He could feel the fast, panting breaths against his skin each time Hizashi slid down to the base against his pelvis. Shouta clenched his jaw to keep from thrusting forward each time he came down though his hips twitching were enough for a hand to pat his thigh making him shiver lightly. A quick four pat rhythm. An okay. He wasn't sure, wasn't one to be rough and would rather enjoy the pleasure of a blowjob but the temptation was strong; it was very strong.
He jolted when his husband sucked then, a hard suction that no doubt would have hollowed his cheeks had he been able to see it, and he shouted slamming his left hand against the washer as his hips jumped forward as he pushed Hizashi's head down then up in time with the movements as he let his head fall forward as he panted.
He swore, he was sure of it even, that his husband was a demon sent from his own personal Hell. A demon that fed off of his time, his patience and delighted in sexually tormenting him. Or would that be a succubus? Or a male equivalent? What was it called? An incu-? "Jesus Christ! Goddammit, Zashi!"
Hizashi jumped at the shout but answered with a moan when the fingers inside him, fingers that had been lazily scissoring outwards, thrusted forward brushing over his prostate in time with a particularly harsh swallow given by the blonde. He was sure he could keep his footing but damn if the thought his legs would give out any moment. Just because it felt good wasn't a possibility then he was a liar.
He used his grip on those blonde locks to continue pushing and pulling his husband's head in time with his thrusts as he gasped when the fingers scissored outwards once again before slamming forward making him cry out as squeezed the hair in his hand tightly. It pulled a moan from the blonde who was suckling, licking, and even so lightly dragging his teeth against him as that piercing rubbed against his skin in such a delightful manner his head spun.
And the piece de resistance? There was a breath taken, an audible deep breath from below him making him look down, only to jerk so violently he swore he was convulsing under the sudden tensing and jumping of his muscles as he wailed out when his husband, his defiantly demonic husband, began buzzing. "Ah! You m-motherfucker! It's- Nnngh! You- Mmmm! Ah! Ah, fuck!"
If he could he was sure Hizashi would be laughing at him. Chuckling around his erection the way he always managed too through his nose yet there was no sign of that as the blonde merely used his quirk to buzz, the vibrations making his eyes roll back as the blonde swooped down to the base this time on his own and he ground himself against the blonde's mouth gasping. So close to the back those vibrations stimulated the head of his erection more intensely than the rest of it and it was making him twitch, jerk violently as he clawed at his husband's scalp idly.
Whining loudly when the fingers thrusted quickly into him, fanning out far more often than they had those two initial times. Although he had to admit that while this was much better than any actual sex could be he would willingly hop up onto that washer in his husband's lap. Yet the buzzing was scrambling his thoughts, chopping them up and mangling them. And as amazing he lost that strange restriction he had.
The instinctive urge he had been fighting against because he was convinced, so convinced, he wasn't like his husband. That he couldn't be that rough with a simple blowjob. And yet like the way that buzzing was scrambling his thoughts, it scrambled and ripped his reluctance, his hesitance, right away. He used his grip on his husband's hair to pull him back as he moved his hair back then slammed him down as he thrusted forward causing the hand on his thigh to squeeze tightly at the flesh.
Encouraging. Eagerly. He settled into that rhythm; a push and pull, a backwards and forwards thrust, that sped up in time with the fingers thrusting into him. They were then scissoring outwards until he was sure, very sure, he was far past ready and yet he didn't want to stop. Didn't want to lose that hot, wet suction around himself. But that's not what this was about. His scrambled thoughts tried piecing together, tried to remind him just why they were in the utility room, and why he wanted him in here to begin with.
He could have a blowjob any time and if he wanted too, he could even request the buzzing. Anytime. Whenever he wanted. He knew that and it was absolutely natural for him to want to ask for it but in the moment with that buzzing rocking him to his very core it was hard to pull away. To move back and demand his husband get on top of the washer already when he was being swallowed up by that buzzing.
However, after a few more of that rhythmic push and pull, his hips pausing to grind a few times against the blonde's mouth, the fingers were scissoring outwards before sliding out of him with a slick sound and he whimpered when Hizashi grabbed his grinding hips pushing him backwards until he was sliding out of his mouth. A second, higher whimper flew out of him as his hips struggled against the hands holding him, wanting nothing more to go back, to slip into the wet heat that had been suckling at him.
And fuck, the buzzing had his toes curling with that delicious pleasure. He wobbled on his feet when the blonde pushed him back far enough to allow him to struggle onto his feet, his breath rasping out of him. He whined when the blonde pulled his hands from his waist to his pants; pants that, somehow and some time, had been unzipped, unbuttoned to free his erection. When he did that, he had no clue but the clothing was pushed down his legs kicked away.
Abandoning his black cardigan, a coat he didn't use very often, was shrugged off his shoulders allowing him to tug his shirt over his head. He had to fix his glasses that were moved with the quick action, sitting crooked on his face but then the blonde was reaching back jumping up onto the washer, his chest rising and falling quickly he then smiled at him with the light catching the saliva on his lips causing them to glisten lightly.
He watched the blonde reach for the condoms, ripping one off of the chain, and bringing it up to his mouth where he ripped it open with his teeth all while leveling his eyes on Shouta with that devious sparkle to his eyes. It was only when he was pulling the slipper ring from the wrapper did, he speak. "You k-know you should really do that next time I go down on you. I love it when you rough me up a bit, makes me feel like I'm more than just a pretty face to you."
"T-Then don't have such a pretty face!" Catty. Sarcastic. Playful.
"Mmm, sorry, baby, can't change it! Genetics are hell of a thing and you have the prettiest husband on the planet! Too bad!" Playful. Teasing. Casual. His husband then pouted at him, tilting his head to the side when he finished rolling the condom on and placed his hands down on the washer machine's top drumming his fingers. "That must really suck for you, huh? To have a husband with a pretty face is hard, isn't it?
"Oh, it's the worst. You wouldn't believe how egotistical a husband with a pretty face can be!"
"Awww poor baby! So horrible to have a pretty husband who'll happily suck your cock whenever you want, fuck your brains out however and whenever you want, giving you all the cuddles you could ever want too! I can't imagine the sacrifice and how much it must be a tragedy to climb up here and fuck me on top of this washing machine. Oh, goodness, Shouta, what ever will you do?"
He snickered breathlessly as stepped over to the washer, his hands smacking at Hizashi's thighs making the blonde snicker with him. "Shut the fuck up already, you know I like your stupid pretty face."
Hizashi's pout dropped for a wide smile, his eyes glittering with it, and he couldn't help a little smile of his own. "Now get situated, do whatever you think is best before I hop up. I need to figure out how to do that without actually sitting on you and hurting something. Your dick most likely being the casualty of that."
Blonde brows rose when a louder snicker, bordering on a snort, flew out of his husband who squirmed backwards spreading his legs until they rested as close to the corners of the rocking machine as they could and he turned around placing his hands on the edge to lift himself up. Heaving himself up, hands reaching out to help him do so. He loved the promise of having those hands on him, squeezing him tightly any second now. Loved it.
"Besides, you have to deal with me anyways. I'm nowhere near as pretty as you may be, so it balances itself out."
"Shouta Aizawa, you did not just say that to me!" He hopped up then looked over his shoulder to find another pout that was paired with a glare at him making him blink. What? What did he say that was so wrong? "I've said it a million different times, repeated the same thing million times, but you've got to be the biggest fucking idiot on the planet if you don't listen to me! You, Shouta Aizawa, are the most desirable and handsomest, prettiest, most beautiful person in existence! Even if you act like a douchebag hobo sometimes!"
"Oh, so you're openly admitting I'm a douchbag hobo now that I'm on your lap? Classy, Zashi."
"Oh hush! You know I'm right! And besides, there's so many people would die just to be with you and I get to have you to myself! If I'm pretty, then you are by far the most attractive man I've ever met in my life and no one compares. Not even young All Might, not even Nemuri compares to you and she's got to be the most stunning woman I've seen!"
"Again, classy. Marveling over a stunning woman when I'm right here, about to fuck you. Maybe I won't now!"
"Oh, don't be fussy! You know Nem is stunning! But back to my point! Shouta, there's no one, man, woman, non-binary, trans or other that can compare because to me you are the sexiest, hottest, most gorgeous man I get to have! So, you stop saying that you're not anywhere near as pretty as me! Besides, the stubble helps a lot."
"How does it help?"
"One, it gives you a manly look even if at the best time it makes you look like some kind of hobo but it's balanced because without that stubble you've got some severe baby face when you shave, Sho."
He glared at the blonde when he began squirming forward which prompted him to move backwards meeting the blonde that final inch so he wouldn't be hanging off the edge like his legs and he then used his hands to lift himself up as Hizashi slid beneath him with a little grunt of himself and he couldn't help a little shiver when he got a tap on his thigh. He began lowering himself down, doing his best not to let his lips form a pout at his husband's words as he felt the head of his husband's erection nudging against him.
"Y-You're stupid! I don't have baby face! If anyone does it's you but you'd never shave that stupid fucking mustache of yours so no one else knows!"
The barking laugh he got had him glaring fiercely when he then got an amused smile from his husband, green eyes glittering at him, and he then turned his head to keep from looking at the man who was snorting then yet the movement had him bouncing lightly from it. He took a deep breath then let it out as he then lowered himself down, down, down until he heard a soft little groan slip out of Hizashi as he slid in easily enough, allowing him to sink down quickly to the base where he was then trapped in place by arms wrapping around him.
He shifted and hooked his legs slightly around Hizashi's, the tops of his feet pressing against his Achille tendons feeling the blonde's feet wiggle lightly from the touch and he felt lips peppering down his shoulder blade softly with that breath trembling against his skin. He let out a little moan himself when he felt his husband's erection twitch and that alone was what prompted him to lazily, slowly rock his hips against his husband.
It earned him an encouraging moan, the emotion in it making his lips quirk into a small grin as he continued that rocking motion when the hands on his stomach slid upwards and he arched his chest forward with an excited breath puffing out of him. He closed his eyes as fingers brushed up over his nipples pulling a moan from his throat, the soft touch against them had strong little waves rolling right down to his groin each time the fingers drifted over them.
He honestly loved when Hizashi played with his nipples; hell, he loved returning the favor to his husband when he could. It was stimulating, it was absolutely arousing and he knew after a shared conversation with Nemuri that there was no competition on who's was more sensitive, a man's or a woman's. Equally sensitive, equally receptive, and he loved it. He could sit around and let Hizashi toy with his body all day long, all night, finding new sensitive places on his body with those curious hands of his.
Plucking, playing and teasing his well-known erogenous zones was also a big plus in his book that he loved when Hizashi took advantage of. He twitched as he was pulled from his thoughts by thumbs rubbing against his areolas only to flick inwards at his nipples sending little pinches of longing, of arousal, right down to his stomach where it pooled hotly like molten lava that fed into the fire under his skin.
He rolled his hips down briefly before returning to that rocking rhythm though he was getting impatient again. Knew Hizashi was getting impatient even if he never said anything. It was tempting, it was hard to both have someone inside you and for that person to be inside, both wanting to move. And so, he used his hands to be his leverage in aiding him to move, given he couldn't use his legs properly, and he began to push himself upwards before dropping back down.
And again. And again. He tried to adopt a consistent rhythm as he moved yet it was a touch harder than he would have thought as the muscles in his legs flexed and his feet twitched lightly with the instinct to press themselves against something solid to help aid him in moving. Yet he was doing it. He was lifting and dropping though it wasn't nearly as fast as it would be if he had a solid surface to press down against as additional leverage.
He was determined, however, in lifting and dropping himself feeling his hair trembling around his shoulders when he did so and loving the groan that slid from his husband as those breaths raced against his skin in a similar rhythm to his own. He whined when fingers pinched his hardening nipples tightly, twisting lightly making his back arch forward just a bit more into those hands as he bounced himself feeling those lips crawling up to his shoulder.
Squirming with a truly pitiful whimper at the fingers pulling at his nipples. Squeezing tight. Pulling just enough to send a jolt of pain over his skin as they were then twisting them side to side, like he was some kind of radio he was trying to turn, and had he really wanted to he could have laughed at that. That comparison alone was stupid and hilarious but he just didn't have the air for it. While he was strong -he could easily lift and drop himself with his hands alone- it was annoying.
This shallow bouncing, he was doing wasn't nearly as satisfying nor was it truly enough though he didn't want to say anything. He didn't want to whine and complain, to stop the teasing jolts of pleasure he got from those fingers drifting then pinching his nipples but he needed just a little help. Just a bit. He didn't know if he made some kind of noise, some kind of movement or what but the hands were sliding from his chest making him whine at the stab of disappointment from the loss.
At least until he realized just what his husband was doing. Where those hands were going. He hissed in a hopeful breath when they grabbed at his waist tightly, fingers digging in. He was lifted up higher than before then dropped down pulling loud moans from the both of them that mixed together becoming much louder in the room. He loved it. He used his hands to help aid in higher, faster, as Hizashi lifted and dropped him in a rhythm that was growing faster.
Moving up faster, coming down harder. If he was a little lower, just slumped enough, his head would be on Hizashi's shoulder where it wanted to be. Where he wanted to press it against. Those lips pressed against the back of his shoulder had him shivering softly as he tried to ignore the locks hanging around his face annoyingly trembling and brushing his hot face though he knew Hizashi was eating it up.
He whimpered as he moved the best he could in time with the hands lifting and dropping him fast, his breaths rasping out of him louder than he would have liked. And yet there was a strange excitement that he could be so vocal in such a small room. That the sound could echo back while filling the space so vividly was amazing. It was fascinating to his hazy mind. Honestly, if he thought about it too long, he wondered what his punishment was going to be.
What his husband had in mind. What his husband's reward would be. It excited him, not knowing what was coming, knowing his husband wouldn't reveal it to the very last minute and yet he couldn't help but hope it had something to do with spanking. Something to do with that at the very least. He dropped harder in response to the train of thought, moaning loudly when the angle of which he dropped allowed for his prostate to be hit at making him squirm.
His legs curled tightly around Hizashi's as he pushed with his hands to lift and drop himself quickly. It was only when Hizashi yanked him up higher than the others and slammed him down did that strange, burst of air that sounded suspiciously like a hiccup leave him as the pleasure ripped up his spine pulling out a wail from him as his hair flew around his face with the drop. He was yanked up quickly, dropped harder and he hated the tickle of his hair against his face, his throat, knew it was getting in the way yet Hizashi didn't breathe a word of a complain.
Devoting himself to the leverage of his hands, he lifted himself fast as he could, the impact making his husband bounce lightly beneath him and he couldn't help but hope this didn't damage the washer somehow. They were expensive and he'd hate to replace a device that came with the house when they bought it and was still gong strong. The muscles in his legs flexed uselessly in bursts, his palms felt clammy against the surface of the appliance and not a thought of stopping, of readjusting himself occurred to him.
He bounced fast, coming down hard with the help of Hizashi's hands and with the little squirms he felt from his husband, he knew the position kept him from moving as he wished and he couldn't help but smirk to himself. He wanted to say something sarcastic, something bratty to the blonde but he didn't know if he could say it right. If he could get it out without stuttering, without stopping and starting over and over.
He wanted to be a dick, to try and at least tease the blonde with his words if he could manage it but he knew the breathlessness wouldn't allow for a cocky bratty tone. He didn't think his throat could even handle forming words when all ti seemed useful for was creating moan after moan, the high whimpers when those fingers squeezed his waist tightly, and the air that flew down seemed to leave no possibility for words to be used.
Hizashi wasn't any better. He could hear the muffled moans against his skin, the deep throaty groans when he clenched up around the blonde, and he felt the squirms as they happened yet again, he didn't vocalize a single complaint. It was so easy, so damn easy to dissolve into a mess of nothing but lust, of need, of want and of that strong desire that had him bouncing faster as his clammy palms seemed to suction cup themselves to the washer's smooth surface and it was so easy to relinquish some control to his husband.
So easy to give in and just do what he wanted, to take what he wanted from Hizashi, and to sink into a state where it didn't matter to him what sounds flew out or how he reacted, he could do it and it wouldn't change a thing on how Hizashi viewed him. He moaned eagerly when he was yanked from his spinning, lazy thoughts to feel teeth scrapping across his skin only for the blonde to bite down, sucking at the skin fiercely.
He whined when this caused his bouncing to slow slightly as not to break the skin somehow with his teeth and Shouta didn't mind. In fact, when he slammed down he ground his hips eagerly, excitedly against Hizashi as his breaths rasped out of him. His erection was aching, positively dripping against his stomach for some kind of stimulation; a touch, a stroke, anything and yet he ignored it.
Ignored it happily as he ground his hips with a whimper as those teeth bit down harshly at his skin with another hard suck before the blonde was moving to a new spot. It was only when his phone vibrated this time that both men looked over at it. It wasn't a call, thank God, but rather a text. He cringed at the sucking sound when he lifted his hands from the washer, reaching over grabbing the device that spun slightly at the first initial miss and it prompted him to lean further with a grunt as he grabbed the device.
Settling back into Hizashi's lap only to moan out when his husband squeezed his waist, licking up the center of his back before biting down fiercely at the skin making him shiver with a whine as the blonde's hands urged him to resume that grinding motion of his hips which he happily complied with. He shivered when nails bit into his skin as his shaking hands struggled to get the screen unlocked, to type in the digit-code, and open the text waiting for him which was hard to focus on.
So hard to focus on his code when teeth were sinking into his skin no doubt to leave another hickey on his skin. It took him three times of staring at the screen blankly, rereading the text but taking in nothing about it did he force himself to focus on the text; he blinked a few times when he read the text. And then he jolted, jolted as if icy water had just been poured over him, and the sharp inhale had the blonde stilling their movements.
"Fuck! Fuck, Zashi, we need to stop!"
"Why?"
"Be-Because I forgot Nem's coming over! She's coming over now, Zashi, now! She sa-said she has to grab something and she'd be over!"
"Stall her!"
"Wh-What?"
"Stall her! No, you know what, here, give me it!"
He handed the phone to Hizashi who leaned back, pulling his hands from his waist to take the phone and he squirmed unsure if he should hop off now, if he moved off without waiting to see what his husband was doing but the anxiety was pricking its head even the excitement ran like an undercurrent beneath it. He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip while Hizashi typed. It was only when there was the quiet notification sound of the message being sent.
Jumping when the phone was tossed onto the dryer with a loud clang that had him twitching when hands flew to his waist lifting him up quickly and slamming him down harshly making him yelp loudly as he was moved in that fast rhythm they'd been using before the text came in and he looked over his shoulder to find those green eyes burning at him.
"We got t-ten minutes, Sho, ten minutes! That means we got five minutes to get dressed and five more minutes to finish fucking, we gotta go, baby. So, you use everything you can to make me cum, you hear me? Make me cum fast and hard! You do the same for yourself; jack yourself off, play with your nipples, I don't care what you do but we gotta fuck fast, baby! Otherwise, she'll know, she'll walk in right as we're walking out, and unless you want her to know what you were doing you better hurry!"
"I will, I will! I- Ah! Fuck! I will, I'll do it! I-I'll get us both off before she comes!"
His words trembled with how fast they flew out of him, his lift and fall frantic as if he were nothing more than a fist or a flesh light made for his husband to get off on and it had him squirming at the thought as he moaned out when the blonde leaned his forehead against his back. As if he didn't have the energy to talk to him, as if he could focus on it, and was rather focused on getting there.
On reaching his orgasm. So, he did as he said he would; he would help the ways he could. He clenched around his husband, squeezing as tight as he could manage making the blonde moan in that high pitch against his skin making it vibrate lightly and he shivered as he reached his hand up to grip his erection not knowing if it was anxiety inducing that they had a time limit or if it was absolutely what he needed.
He stroked himself quickly in time with the movements of his lift and fall, his face as clammy as his palms had been, like the rest of him was, and he groaned knowing he'd have to keep Hitoshi out of here for a few hours; if his husband was sweating, starting to anyhow, then the room would reek of that unmistakable musty sex smell. And he wasn't going to deal with the questions or the red-faced embarrassment each time he saw his son.
Not happening. He moaned loudly as he rubbed his thumb against the tip, tracing the side of his thumb against the leaking slit making that moan crest higher in pitch and perhaps he squeezed unintentionally but the blonde's own eager, urgent moan flew out of him in a pitch perhaps a few octaves higher than his own though he didn't mind. He stroked himself quickly, squeezing and twisting his hand in a curving motion.
Making sure to rub his thumb against the tip again and again, grinding the pad of his thumb against the slit whenever he could, smearing the drops of pre-come welling there. A little more, he just needed that little push to get him there. There was something risky, something absolutely heart-poundingly anxiety inducing about the situation and he fucking loved it. He loved it, loved it, loved it.
It had a trace of danger to it, a trace of 'gonna be caught' sensations to it that he could very well be caught by Nemuri or perhaps it was the thought he could be caught at all that was strangely doing it for him at the moment. Knowing they had a time limit, knowing any moment Nemuri would be using her spare key to let herself in and if he didn't get them to come by then he'd be fucked.
If he didn't hurry she would know and they'd be fucked. He cried out when Hizashi slammed him down, his hair beginning to cling to his face, to his skin, as he gasped in a breath and hating how thick the air seemed to be, how hot it was when it got to his lungs, and he whined as he squeezed his erection tightly. He could feel it, that growing orgasm that was slow building yet the pressure it created was a welcomed sensation as he debated it.
Wondered if maybe the situation would be ten times riskier if Hizashi had chosen one of those riskier areas. If he hadn't made his choice on the list and had let Hizashi choose. Would he be fucked up against the window like he said? Would the glass be cold, cold, cold against his burning skin? Would he be seen? It was all little things that had him squirming with the fast-bouncing rhythm and the hits to his prostate, the hands squeezing his waist tightly, the way his own hand was flying up and down his erection was too much.
He was writhing, his orgasm cresting higher, higher, his erection throbbing in his grip as his other hand flew back to grip at his husband; he didn't know what, jut somewhere, anywhere, he could hold onto him. He cried out in stuttered bursts, each burst that left him was accompanied by a hurried breath as he each cry grew louder than the last as Hizashi moaned into his back with a frequency of his own that had his ears ringing painfully.
Yet there wasn't a damn care in his mind. Even if he knew the sounds they made were loud, far too loud for the tiny room and God forbid anyone walked into the house; it would be unmistakable. It would be hard to piece together sounds like the ones they were making; it wouldn't take a scholar or a rocket scientist. He hated he couldn't control that volume that seemed to grow higher, longer out of him until his vocal cords couldn't handle it; his cry choked off silently in his throat as his air flew out of him and he was done.
It burst through him making him jerk as he was slammed down in time with the orgasm rushing over him as his husband moaned in that high, ear ringing manner that made his jaw snap shut. He trembled through the force of his orgasm, his legs twitching and the muscles jumping, tensing through the intensity. He hissed in a breath through his teeth when he relaxed , his heart thudding rapidly.
Helpless against hte urge to slump against his husband for a moment as the man whimpered against his shoulder as his hands squeezed his waist tightly, nails digging into his skin making him shiver as he panted raggedly, his breath hitching ever once in a while. Hizashi's hands then slid from his waist to curl around his stomach despite the few spurts that had gotten onto his skin and he whined wordlessly at the man.
"Za-Zashi, tha's gross. Let me off, we got five mi-minutes to get dressed! You said so!"
The blonde groaned at his words yet the arms slid to place hands back on his waist easing him upwards this time and he couldn't help another little shiver at the slick sound as he was then helped off the washer onto legs that trembled, threatening to give out. He twisted himself to stand in front of the dryer, fumbling with the cover of the wipes before getting it open pulling a wipe out and scrubbing his hand clean where a majority of his come hand gotten on and then plucked a second then third one to scrub his hand thoroughly again.
Then using the clean side of that one to rub at his stomach and using the third one to go over it. He heard the snap of rubber from next to him as Hizashi tied off the condom and he passed the wipes over to him when they heard it. The front door slamming shut. "Hurry!"
"Shhh, it's fine! It'll be fine, Sho! Everyone does laundry!" Hizashi whispered back to the urgent, panicked hissed word as he took a wipe out to clean himself off though he slipped off the washer with a thud that had both men cringing; Nemuri was notoriously curious, nosey too, and such a sound would bring her right to the door if they weren't careful.
He struggled into his pants as he threw Shouta's cargo pants at him, the black-haired man stepping into them nearly stumbling against the dryer as his heart raced against his chest; painful, solid beats that left him feeling sick. It was hard to feel that orgasmic euphoria when he was panicking. He was sure it hadn't been ten minutes, there was no way, and yet he never did keep track of time during sex.
Who kept track of it? It was rude to look at a clock when someone was fucking you, even he knew that. He'd gotten his pants up to his waist buttoning them and zipping himself up when his shirt was whipped at his face which he glared at when he pulled it away only to find Hizashi's shirt flying back over his head, a complete reversal from earlier. Those green eyes lifted to him and smiled softly. "It'll be okay, baby, I promise. She can't know."
"She will. God, she'll smell it in here, smell it on us, and she'll fucking know! You think she's stupid, Zashi? Even people who don't know about sex will say we smell weird!" Shouta hissed at him as he then pulled his shirt up over his head blocking his view of the blonde.
Once he had the shirt settling down over the waistline of his pants he looked at his husband shrugging his cardigan back on then both eyes fell on the condoms, the lube, the damn wipes, and he felt a fresh stab of panic when Hizashi reached out grabbing the lube and condoms then stuffing them into his pockets. His mouth dropped open for a second, his eyes flicking from the items to his husband's pockets then up to that flushed face.
"Hold on, Sho, it's-"
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"Just keep them in your pockets! She won't see'em! What is she gonna give you a pat down and fucking sniff test? Chill! We're not teenagers hiding from my moms or your parents! We're grown men! It's not like she's gonna stand out there and fucking go "ooooohhhhh, Shouta and Hizashi were in the utility room!" like a fucking kid! Breathe, baby, just breathe! Distract her and I'll get the wipes in the bedroom so she won't know! Now go!"
"Zashi-!"
"Now!"
Huffing out a breath, he reached out to snag the wipes off the dryer, stuffing them close to his side pulling his cardigan tight against him as he grabbed the door handle. "I promise that se won't know a thing."
And yet when he pulled open the door there, standing right on the other side, was none other than Nemuri. There was a wide, wicked smile on her painted lips and a sparkle to her blue eyes that had Shouta's face ripping with heat. Fuck. "Jesus Christ!"
Shouta grumbled the words in an irritated grunt as he yanked the sheets off of the bed with a sigh at just how often it seemed that they were changing them lately; every other day for their spare sets, and even those were being washed more often than not leaving Shouta to crawl into his sleeping bag more often while at home. He knew they always did have an active sex life, that it was more active than most people he knew at their age, but this was getting a bit ridiculous.
Hizashi was even thinking of buying another set of sheets last night after they had finished up their third and final round of the night which, unsurprisingly, had been at two-thirty in the morning by the time either of them felt they were ready to stop, that any longer they wouldn't be able to handle walking. Even now he was wobbling just a bit. Yet as he yanked the blankets off, balling them up to toss into the laundry basket only to find it full did he realize he'd been slacking on the laundry; they both were.
Sighing, he stuffed the blankets into the laundry basket, grabbing the handles of it, then turned on his feet walking across the room with Void and Twix trotting after him as he made his way across the room, his destination for their utility room where the washer and dryer was. He wasn't surprised when he gathered a whole squad of cats, not that he could see them and identify them like he had with the initial two but he chuckled softly at how amusing it had been to be followed so intently by those cats.
It was only as he was stuffing the washer with the sheets first, throwing the detergent into the washer then shutting the door turning the washer on did he remember the list. More specifically, there was something on the list he wanted to check. Was there something about the washer anyways? He nudged Cosmo and Sterling out of his way carefully only for Simba to throw himself in his path nearly tripping him up and he scowled at the orange cat who stared up innocently with those wide green eyes of his.
He made his way from the utility room, his hand raising for him to bite into his nail; another bad habit of his that Hizashi hated but he wasn't ripping it off, just biting at it. There was something soothing about the action, even he couldn't deny it, but he made extra care to trim his nails with the clippers and smoothing them with the nail filer Hizashi had given him after he had been scratching the blonde's leg making it twitch in his grasp when a sharp, uneven edge cut his leg.
He then went out and bought him a nail filler for him to use which he did. However, something about just lightly biting on the nail but not ripping it away was soothing; almost like a child sucking their thumb. Or someone with OCD finally getting things into their order. It was that level of soothing or satisfying. He looked over his shoulder at the multiple bells chasing after him with Void and Simba closest on his heels, Cosmo not far behind, while Twix, Sterling and Cappella lingered behind but still followed after him with intent.
Adorable. He couldn't stop a little chuckle as he made his way through the kitchen to the little hallway to their bedroom where the cats spilled into the room like a river of fur and chirping meows as if all wanted to get his attention at once. He walked over to Hizashi's side of the bed, reaching into the pillow case feeling for the paper then pulling it out, plopping down on the edge. He would forever hate and appreciate how Hizashi could get their children out of the house .
Never knowing exactly what he offered, not bothering to ask as it always had Hitoshi dragging Eri with him to see the other students. They wanted her out with the people, wanted her to grow accustomed by the stimuli, and while it definitely worked as she asked more and more to go out with Hitoshi or Midoriya or Togata, he didn't mind it one bit. He was just glad she seemed to be flourishing in some way given her last seven years of life have been awful.
He pulled himself from his thoughts as he then found the very thing he was looking for; it was written like a question that had his brows raising to see 'washing machine sex?' like it was a question he had wanted to ask Shouta but didn't quite get around to doing out loud. He raised a brow folding the paper placing it on the bedside table, shifting to pull his phone out of his back pocket, and pulling up Google.
It was easy to find the things he was looking for; a position to use best, how they did it, and it was all rather simply answered in the minute it took him to look it up. Sit on top of the washer, him in Hizashi's lap, and the washer on its highest agitator setting. It was rather simple. He hummed when a cat tried crossing over his thighs, tiny paws digging into the left one making him look down before scratching behind Cosmo's ears gently making large green eyes close in content as that little head tilted into his fingers.
She arched into the touch when he stroked his hand down the length of her back, making her bottom feet pop up raising her hips up happily with her tail swaying lazily as he scratched that spot right in front of it. His phone vibrated in his hand, the little notification dropping from the top of the screen letting him know Hizashi had texted and he reached his thumb up tapping on that little notification bringing up their texts.
Zashi-chan: Yoooo, you there?
Sho-chan: do u mean do i hve my phone or in the house?
Zashi-chan: Both! Clearly you have your phone on you! Are you still home?
Sho-chan: of course, i am
Sho-chan: where else wud i b? 😑
Zashi-chan: I wanted to tell you that I know what I want for winning the bet! And I know what punishment you're getting! They line up with the list, don't worry! But I know now what I'll be doing 😈
Sho-chan: u seem far mre excited 4 both of those things than you should be ️
Zashi-chan: I'm excited for both! After you pick your second kink choice, I get to enact both MY choices and the reward along with the punishment! You know, if you'd been able to hold back just a LITTTLE longer I would have broken first 😉😏
Sho-chan: bs
Zashi-chan: I really would have! I was going too! But you broke first, like you always do! Maybe I should do something about that 😉
Sho-chan: r u suggesting using the gag on me?
Sho-chan: kinky mf
Zashi-chan: And you love this kinky motherfucker! 😚😘
Sho-chan: unfortunate 4 me
Zashi-chan: Oh, stop it, you sour puss! I'll be home in a few seconds anyways with lunch! Got you something special!
Sho-chan: has it ever occurred to u we order out too much?
Zashi-chan: Mmm, I don't think so! I mean, other than that night we got fucked up we really haven't ordered out. I don't think so anyways. But besides, what does it matter? We always balance it out!
Sho-chan: uh huh
Zashi-chan: Don't be fussy! You'll feel MUCH better with some food in you!
Sho-chan: and wht if i said i wsnt hungry 4 tht?
Zashi-chan: ...
Zashi-chan: Are
Zashi-chan: Are you saying you want some fuck? 😳
Sho-chan: and just like that u get nothing, u overgrwn fucking cockatoo
Zashi-chan: Ahhh, no, no! No! I was joking! Joking, Shouta!
Sho-chan: ✌️
Zashi-chan: SHOOOO NOOOOOOO!
He smirked when he turned his screen off as another text pinged and he pulled open the bedside table drawer, Cosmo chirping at him as her head nudged his side, grabbing the condoms and the lube with the wipes. He gently nudged Cosmo off of his thigh where she meowed up at him while he tucked the wipes under his arm then grabbed his phone with a chuckle when his screen lit up with the text across it being merely a series of crying emoji's.
He then put the device down in order to tuck the list back into Hizashi's pillow before he forgot; the day of the omorashi had been awful trying to get the paper back from Cappella and he'd wound up with two long scratches along his forearm that were easily hidden under his costume from getting the paper back from the hellcat. Girl loved her paper and there was nothing stopping her from keeping it.
Until it was needed. He slid it into place then plucked his phone up before walking across the floor again with that cloud of cats trotting after him making him look over his shoulder as he entered the kitchen then looked to their bowls. Ah, he should do that. That way they don't follow him into the utility room and he doesn't have to struggle getting them out and it doesn't prevent Hizashi from entering the little room.
He placed everything down on the counter, opened the cabinet underneath it to grab their cat food to which he got a chorus of meows and mewls from the cats as he began scooping food into their bowls as head and sides nudged then rubbed against his calves as he did so. He dropped the scoop into the food, put it back in its place, and used a cup to fill with water and top off their water bowls as well while all six cats descended on their food like they'd been starving for years.
Scooping his things off the counter making his way back towards the utility room was when his phone pinged again making him look down at the screen as he raised a brow at the GIF notification. Hizashi could be annoying with his texts but often times, the most amazing thing somehow, was when they could carry a full conversation with nothing but GIFs. He knew if he replied now, it would be nothing but GIFs between them, which would be pointless.
Pointless when the blonde said he'd be home in a mere handful of minutes which had him lengthening his strides to the utility room. He had grabbed the handle pulling the door open, stepping into the smallish-medium sized room just as the front door flew open with the rustling of bags and the feet thumping down the hallway.
"Sho! Sho, are you home? I'm sorry! I'm not a bird, I swear! I was joking! Baby, please! You wanna fuck? 'Cause I got time! Don't have to be anywhere until five! And it's noontime now! Come on, baby, I'll apologize!"
He rolled his eyes at his husband's frantic voice, the shameless whine in it that one would think he could possibly be the bottom in their relationship and yet his lips widened into a smirk when he placed his phone, the lube, condoms and wipes on top of the dryer before reaching down to grab the hem of his shirt. He pulled it up over his head, reaching down to unbutton the pants he'd worn today.
A pair of dark cargo pants with a few tasteful rips in the fabric that he adored and it was this adoration that prompted him to wiggle them down carefully to keep from ripping any of those holes open wider. Anything to keep them from being rendered unwearable. He was stepping out of them when his husband called out for him again with that whine in his voice as he took a few more seconds to fold up his pants before debating his position. Did he want to hop up on the washer?
Or stand in front of it? If he stood in front of it, he could rest both arms back, cock his hips forward and cross his legs in a position Hizashi had prompted him to use before. He could feel the arousal stirring, pooling low in his stomach when he nodded to himself tucking his hair behind his ears before picking up his phone to deliver a single text to his husband rather than call out; it was unlikely his husband would even hear him through the door the first time. No point in wasting his breath like that.
Sho-chan: utility room
He was placing the phone down, shifting on his feet to lean back against the washer that was still running though he knew it wasn't anywhere near as rough as it could have been he was sure it would provide enough sensation for the both of them if need be and even if it didn't then what did it matter? They were going to fuck on top of it, that alone would provide its own movements for the device.
He then looked over his shoulder at the vibrating device, drumming his fingers on the surface, as he debated if this was really a smart idea. If they fucked up the washer, he'd be angry with himself; he'd be upset, he even thought of this idea but goddammit it was getting tiring having to change their sheets and wash them all the time. He was debating this, brows coming together, when he jerked his head up in time to hear the thudding steps with the door flying open with Hizashi stepping over the threshold.
"Shouta, I didn't mean-" And he stopped. He could see the blonde's brain rebooting when a hand came up to point at him. "Um. What're you doing?"
"Hizashi Yamada."
"Yeah?"
"I am tired of laundry."
The way his husband's head cocked to the side, giving him a birdlike or even puppy-esque look as those blonde brows came together over his glasses with a look of confusion in his green eyes making Shouta sigh heavily when his husband didn't quite pick up his subtle hint. Didn't understand the scene before him. Shouta couldn't blame him; his husband has been pretty frazzled since they used the cock rings on Wednesday.
With a full schedule of photo shoots, interviews with little known magazines about his Hero Work and his radio station, grading all those essays Thursday night were all things that hadn't helped much. Shouta picked up the slack by feeding the cats, grooming and clipping nails, cleaning the house and vacuuming when he could.
By making sure Eri and Hitoshi's rooms were clean while making sure they were presentable before school each day and obviously doing the job of feeding them all during the day. He did everything he could to help his husband. But he had to admit his husband, no matter how frazzled, could be dense even on a good day. The tragedies of being with an exuberant blonde like Hizashi.
"I am tired of doing our sheets, tired of washing them all the time. I want- I mean, it's-"
That confused little look on his husband quickly disappeared; it was there one second and then realization was taking over every little feature on his face as his mouth dropped open just a bit while those eyes widened as they glimmered with the emotion. And then the blonde was shutting the door behind him, leaning against it as his lips quirked up into a smirk and he couldn't stop his own lips from curling into a little grin at his husband when the blonde then bit his smirking lip as those green eyes scanned down then up as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Oh. Ohhhhh, okay, you're tired of laundry? Tired of doing the sheets all the time? What do you suggest then, baby? What could we possibly do about all this blanket washing that would make you happy and give you what you so very clearly want?"
"I don't know, you're the kinkier one. What could we possibly do?" Shouta couldn't stop the same lilting, playful tone as his husband when he pushed himself from the washer taking those few lazy steps towards his husband, those eyes greedily taking in each of his movements and he fought a little shiver from making its appearance over him.
Especially when he watched teeth drag over that smirking bottom lip. He lifted his hands upwards when Hizashi uncrossed his arms, hands reaching for his waist before sliding around to his lower back pulling him forward tightly against him as he curled his arms around the blonde's shoulders. Tempting. Warm. He could feel that desire, the arousal, stirring up sending little flickers of heat beneath his skin as a leg slid between both of his and he twisted himself against his husband who was raising his brows at him.
"What can we do about the laundry, Zashi?"
"Mmm, impractical but we don't always have to be in the bedroom. We've fucked twice now on the couch, but you got upset we had to scrub the cushion and flip it when you came on it but it's still an option." He felt his breath hitch when those hands slid beneath the waistline of his boxers, sliding down to grip his ass tightly yanking his hips tightly to his own as lips then pressed against his jaw. Softly, fluttering along the edge of it, making his breath shake on its way out as that stirring, those flickers of heat, threatened to combust into the intensity he knew was waiting for him.
"True, true. But still, somewhere new is always nice, isn't it?"
"Oh absolutely! You really wanna do it here?"
"Mhmmm."
"Alright! You know, we could pull what we used to in the apartment and fuck in the kitchen, against the counter, over the table." Lips were brushing his skin with those whispered words before moving down to kiss blow his throat sending a stab of desire through him. His hands slid up into those blonde locks as he waited, eagerly to hear more. He always did love his husband's voice. "There's many walls and floors in this house too."
"T-There are."
"And there's the bathtub shower combo we have upstairs, the one we have in our room." He swallowed prompting lips to press against his Adam's Apple, teeth nipping lightly at it as his head tipped backwards when those lips trailed down his throat softly making his fingers tangle tightly into those blonde locks. "If we have to be really desperate, we do have closets, we have the bathroom counter, the edge of the bed facing away from it of course. We have arm chairs, we have our backyard if you want to be really sneaky."
He shivered when his husband, in a wicked little move, pressed a kiss above his collar bone before moving back up to lick up the length of his throat making him groan quietly. He wasn't a big fan of licking but the feel of that piercing dragging against his skin was always exciting. He felt his dick twitch, knowing the blonde had to feel such a tiny thing given he was pressed against his husband's slender thigh and teeth bit at his jaw pulling another quiet sound from him.
"I could fuck you up against windows since you liked that thought so much, remember? Mmm, well you probably don't, now that I think about it. You told me when you were drunk, I fucked you up against a window and you found it so exciting! That's another option."
"Mmmmn, it is! Wi-Windows can be cold though!"
"Hmmm, not if it's sunny, I don't think they'd be. I'd fuck you up against them happily, because the little exhibitionist you are I bet you'd find it real exciting at the thought of someone catching you, don't you?" He whined lightly as his hips instinctively ground down against his husband's thigh prompting a little huff of laughter from the blonde as his teeth nipped at his jaw again. "Though we can do that some other time, baby. I'm still thinking of places we could fuck in the house, which is what you want isn't it?"
"A-A bit! I mean- I guess a window w-would be a place the house, wouldn't it?"
A pleased, soft little hum was his answer as lips crawled up from his jaw then to his cheek which was steadily burning with a flush. He felt the thigh against him moving in a grinding rhythm as his dick twitched, hardening with the rush of blood slowly and he whimpered when fingers squeezed his ass tightly. "I could fuck you here. Up on the washer, you kinky little freak, if you want that? Want me to fuck you on top of the washer? Bend you over the dryer and fuck you against it while you try to do the laundry?"
"Yes! Yes, i-it's why I even looked at the least and came back in here!"
"Mmm, I could say a shitty Dad joke but I don't want you punching me."
"Th-Then don't say it!"
He parted his lips, squirming when that thigh ground up against his half hard dick making a groan fly out of him when Hizashi's lips pressed against his jaw lightly again then moving up to the corner of his tingling lips as he tugged at his blonde locks insistently. The fingers kneaded at his ass when he ground his hips in time with the movements of his husband's thighs, his breath rushing out of him when Hizashi pulled back and he instinctively chased after the movement with a whimper as the blonde licked his lips.
"Y-You know, you weren't exactly shy before but now? Now you're really opening up, baby, and I fucking love it! You're gettin' so adventurous and confident unlike before, getting so damn into it that it's such a fucking turn on, you have no damn clue." He whined at the soft kiss to the tip of his nose when the blonde then smirked at him. "You brought everything with you, didn't you?"
"O-Of course I did, why wouldn't I?" Shouta snapped back when he yelped as the hands slid up from his ass to grab his waist walking him backwards quickly, his feet stumbling over one another slightly when he was then heaved up onto the washer with a grunt from his husband.
Then he looked down at the impact of his weight on top of the washer but then fingers were on his jaw sliding down to his chin turning his head back towards the blonde. His breath hitched when the blonde's right hand rubbed up and down his thigh, his thumb rubbing circles into the muscles every once in a while, as he squirmed as close to the edge of the washer's top as he could. His lips parted again with that tingling and he leaned towards the blonde who slid his fingers backwards along his jaw towards his ear where fingers lightly traced along the shape of it.
"Kiss me."
The blonde leaned towards him as he leaned that little height down, excitement bursting into his chest when Hizashi's lips pressed against his and he sighed softly through his nose as he curled his arms around the blonde's shoulders again in unison with his legs as the fingers tracing his ear dropped down to his other thigh squeezing it softly. He hears a quiet, airy sound leave his husband as their lips moved together.
He slid his hands into his hair squeezing the locks softly as he pressed lightly at the back of his head to make sure there wasn't even a chance of the blonde pulling away easily. He wouldn't allow it. Strange how sounds he thought were loud in the bedroom, loud in that quiet, could be deafening in such a small room like this. While it was nothing compared to the shower, how any noise can be amplified easily by the walls, there was also a strange effect in the room.
How with each little sound slipping out himself or his husband that wasn't quite amplified but definitely seemed louder given the room wasn't as spacious as the others. He pressed his lips firmly, fiercely to Hizashi's who replied in kind as those hands rubbed his palms against his thighs, the feel of his palms against his skin making him shiver as he whined quietly into the kiss. He loved, always had loved, just how smooth his husband's hands were.
Hizashi didn't have many callouses on his hands, he didn't even have dry skin to speak of, but he loved how soft they were. He loved the little scars that littered his knuckles, his fingers, from the obvious punches he'd thrown in his career without the proper hand coverings. There was even a few from breaking fingers that left tiny scars that had long since vanished yet the repeated action of skin breaking open had left little, ghostlike scars on his fingers.
They weren't very noticeable at first glance but Shouta knew they were there. He let out a quick breath when nails dragged down his thighs towards knees before brushing back upwards sending chills down the center of his back, his legs tightening around his husband's waist keeping him tight against him which in response had him pinned against the active washer. He didn't mind the movements beneath him, in fact they felt comforting in a sense.
It would be the first time he was on top of a washer waiting for clothing to be done as Hizashi would always follow him to the laundry room in his dorm when he needed to get his clothing down and more often than not, he would end up on top of a washer in a situation like this. He made a little nose when he realized his lips had slipped off kilter just a bit, his lips pressing more against Hizashi's lower lip than both equally and yet the blonde didn't seem to mind one bit.
His own lips pressed against Shouta's top lip quite happily. He shifted his head just a bit to realign their lips, a shaky breath fanning against his cheek from his husband and he squeezed the locks of hair in his hands tightly. He could cling to Hizashi all day. It always embarrassed Hitoshi but they weren't 'all over' each other the way the teen would describe it. Shouta would, given his mood, sometimes cling to Hizashi.
He would cuddle down into his lap, he would sit with his arm around his waist or shoulders, would walk up to him in the kitchen and slide his arms around his waist. All things he'd do now if Hizashi had been the one to be doing the laundry or any other chore in the house. He clung to him now, as he always did, when in a moment such as this. He loved it. He loved to feel Hizashi in his arms as his lips pressed fervently, fiercely to his own returning every trace of emotion that he poured into the kiss on his side and he always did his best to return it.
He felt a hand leave his thigh, his brows coming together curiously, only to release a muffle yelp against his husband's lips when that hand was pressing against the back of his head pressing him forward. He hadn't realized he was pulling away ever so slightly. Hadn't realized that at all. Shouta really did get lost in his mind a lot when he was kissing Hizashi, didn't he? He let out a shaking breath of his own as he dove right back into what he'd been doing before he got lost in his thoughts.
Marveling at the hands on him, the fingers twisting into his own hair now, the feel of his husband's lips beneath his own as he moved his own. Focusing on the growing urgency the blonde was displaying as the kiss sizzled and burned right into him creating bursts of heat beneath his skin. He would never understand how wet his lips would get from these kisses, how they grew so slick against one another's but he didn't mind it; it made kissing his husband far more enjoyable, even if it was difficult to keep their lips equally pressed together.
He didn't mind it. Those slick, smacking sounds from the movements of their lips, the shaky breaths were loud in this small room. He couldn't stop the little moan from leaving his throat when he moved his lips faster, as fast as he possibly could, in time with Hizashi's who pressed against the back of his head lightly. He dragged his nails lightly over the blonde's scalp pulling an equally small moan from his husband that sounded far more eager than expected.
Urgent. Desperate. Which one was this shameless making out turning into? He couldn't tell but he didn't care. Not when they were quite literally going to be fucking on top of a washing machine in mere minutes. He twitched when the hand on his leg rubbed at his knee before sliding back up towards his thigh and when he thought it would stop when it got towards his upper thigh; it didn't. He whined when that hand slid forward curving slightly to brush the start of that soft, nearly silky inner thigh.
He whined when fingers pressed against his erection and he had a decision to make. What did he do? Keep his legs wrapped around his waist or spread them to welcome a more satisfying touch? The blonde seemed to understand that debate when Shouta's legs twitched uncertainly, tightening and loosening uncertainly, when he moaned as those fingers pressed firmly to his crotch before angling itself awkwardly to get it into the position where he could press his palm against it.
He moved his legs from the blonde's waist, his toes curling at the pleasure flaring and his lips moved fervently, urgently much like Hizashi's were with pressure forward until he was sure his teeth would ache. His thighs twitched apart eagerly as another moan flew out of him when he tugged at the blonde's hair when he began rubbing, a slow movement of his palm and fingers pressing down just enough to send sparks of pleasure through him.
That rubbing only fed into the arousal, into the lust burning into him, and the blonde released a low, throaty groan when he tugged at his hair. Ahh, how did he not realize that earlier? If he thought, it was fucking good to have his hair yanked and Hizashi was reacting so openly to it so many times now then surely, he should have realized they shared another common kink by now. Why was he excited by that?
He pulled back from his husband's lips, breathing far too fast for his liking, as he then closed his mouth to swallow to soothe his throat, and yet it was falling open with a moan when his husband's hand sped up against him, rubbing at him and he leaned backwards onto his hands allowing his legs to spread easier. He whimpered softly when Hizashi leaned forward the best he could to press kisses against his chest before moving down to his stomach.
His hips bucked up eagerly against his husband's hand, biting his lip to hold in a louder sound, letting his head fall back and he twitched at the ticklish sensation of his hair brushing against his back as he did so. His husband's words, his previous suggestions, were spinning lazily in his mind as he truly debated them; so many places, so many ways they could have sex that didn't involve a bed.
Somewhere that clean up could be easier than getting lube, sweat and semen on the sheets forcing them to clean them again. He whimpered bouncing his hips up against his husband's hand, straightening his head up to look at the man as his breath stuttered on its way out making his chest tremble when Hizashi's leaned forward again kissing his stomach softly making the muscles quiver at the soft touch.
He watched the blonde moving lower, lower, as his hand then continued moving up with an upward rub until fingers curled over the waistband of his boxers plucking at them idly. He lifted his hips with a little whine when Hizashi then bent down pressing a kiss to the bulge of his erection, firm enough to be felt beneath the fabric, and he lifted a hand up to push his husband's bangs from his face getting him a smile.
"Such an eager boy. aren't you, Sho?" He shivered at the warmth of his husband's breath, something he could feel through the fabric of his boxers amazingly, and he lifted his hips a little higher. A silent request. A beg. "You know, I sometimes forget how much you like it when I suck your cock. I don't know how I forget, though I'm sure you'll tell me all about it, won't you? Give me a whole lecture? Scold me like I'm nothing more than a little boy doing something wrong?"
"I-I will! I- Mmm!" He whimpered when the fingers tugged down, down at the fabric before letting it snap back up into place against his skin making his jaw clench.
"Mhmmm, but then again I never do forget how much I love doing it. You always say six inches isn't anything impressive but it is to me! It's very impressive! And besides, what you don't have in length you make up with how thick your cock is which is perfectly fine with me, though you think you're small just because I take you so easily, though I promise you anyone else would maybe struggle just a bit."
"Are you dick shaming me or praising me?" Shouta asked dryly looking at his husband who giggled up at him, the sound far more wicked than it would be mischievous or light-hearted, though it did its job of making his erection twitch against his boxers as lips then pressed in another kiss against it.
His husband hardly was the type to shame a man's penis. In fact, for three years straight any time Hizashi would see him naked or walk in on him in the bathroom and even in high school when they used a urial next to one another the blonde never failed to spit out that shitty 'nice cock!' with that playful wink that had him scowling. It was so stupid and he did it even now sometime just to embarrass or even annoy him.
"I would never dick shame you, baby! How could I ever shame you when I love your cock? I may not have experience having this in me but I'm sure it was fucking good for that duplicate of mine, given how he wailed and moaned like a bitch in heat each time the three of us fucked! You musta given it good, baby, to make someone sound like that!"
He was burning. He was positively lit from head to toe in heated, lustful flames that were intent on scalding him alive no matter how many times he was with Hizashi. His words were vulgar, perhaps even too vulgar, yet he loved them. He loved hearing Hizashi talk dirty to him, to hear that voice dip and lower playfully to a silken tone that sent goosebumps across his skin the way it filled the space between them.
"Whether you say it out loud or not, I know we share a similar desire for it, Sho. If I could, if I really, really could, I'd be on my knees for you any and everywhere you wanted. Under your desk, in the bathroom stalls, in alley ways, anywhere. You have no idea how good it is and how much I love having this in my mouth; you fit so perfectly, like your cock was meant to be in someone's mouth though I think mine is more than enough, isn't it? I could suck your cock all day long, you know that?"
"Zashi, you're being a dick! Stop stalling!"
"Oh? I'm stalling?" Blonde brows rose then when his voice dipped making goosebumps break out over his skin; just like he expected it too.
Like Hizashi expected. He twitched at the that voice deepened when his lips press against the bulge again while flicking his finger playfully over the waistband of his boxers making him grit his teeth. So, annoying he was. Always had to build up, always had to tease, and always had to take his time. Shouta knew if he didn't have to say all these fancy words he'd be diving right in, having the blonde's pants at his ankles in a heartbeat, and doing as he pleased with that.
But Hizashi loved dirty talk more than Shouta did; in fact, when they separated for a time dirty talk was the one thing that kept either of them satiated over the phone when they couldn't be together. He narrowed his eyes on his husband who was smiling widely up at him now. "I don't know, Sho, I think you're just too impatient. Though I guess anyone would be impatient when it comes to a blowjob so I won't hold it against you this time. Now hop down. I'm gonna do something I know you're gonna love!"
Hop down? He frowned at the blonde when he pulled back smiling widely at him still when he squirmed to the edge before sliding off of the machine, blinking when Hizashi grabbed his waist swinging him around so he was now facing the washer directly. He then jumped when the blonde grabbed his boxers tugging them down right his knees in the blink of an eye it seemed, looking down he used Hizashi's shoulders to step out of the underwear carefully.
Twitching with surprise when the blonde leaned forward kissing his left thigh briefly before standing up turning to the dryer. He scooped up the lube popping open the top. He then realized how ridiculous it was then. Here he was gawking as Hizashi squeezed a dollop onto his fingers and spreading them over the digits happily while Shouta stood there, naked as the day he was born, feeling so very lost as to what his husband was actually doing.
Obviously, he was getting him ready, that much was clear, but what was he going to DO that he was going to love? Was- No. There's no way Hizashi was going to do that, they hadn't done it in so long and it had his next breath flying down as a gasp that was completely, uttering unintentional on his part as his face burned when those green eyes slid over to him. The smile deepened into a satisfied little smirk.
"Zashi, you're n-not really going to-?"
"Oh, but I am!" Hizashi chirped at him, though the way those lashes lowered giving him that lustful, hungry look sent a wave of heat over him that had him quivering in anticipation when the blonde then took a sliding step in front of the washer again though this time he sank right down to his knees.
His smirk was wide, smug, and even wickedly satisfied as his eyes glinted up at him from over the rims of his glasses when he then bit his lip knowing what a sight he actually was. He knew it and abused it and Shouta loved it. "Come here, bend over the washer! Just like you would with the bed, so don't look like at me with that doe eyed look and acting like you have no clue what I'm talking about. Come on, baby, don't you want me to fuck you with my fingers and suck your cock at the same time? Don't you want me too? Cause even if you can be impatient I sure as hell can be patient!"
"G-God, you have such a dirty fucking mouth, Zashi!"
"And you love it! Besides, you know you're not going to say no; not when it's been so long and you know how good it feels! So why don't' you be a good boy and come here? Come here, then fuck my mouth and throat until it's fuckin' sore, baby!"
Shouta wanted to say he knew when his legs twitching, the muscles tensing to move were his signal and that he knew when he flew over to the washer to brace himself over it were all things he remembered doing. In reality he didn't. All he knew was he was gawking at his husband, his mouth hanging open as those green eyes glinted up at him with lashes that fluttered at him, the wide smirk on his husband's lips and the red flush to his cheeks.
Fighting a shiver when he stretched his hands out towards him with two fingers on his right hand glistening in the lighting of the room, his left palm glistening subtly from the lube there. All while on his knees, his hair spilling over his shoulders, and an expectant look in his glinting eyes. And then next moment he was in front of his husband, his legs panting on either side of his husband spreading, his ass pushing backwards as he looked down at the top of his husband's head with an excited gasp leaving him.
There was no in-between with those few little steps, nor the memory of his legs moving, but he didn't mind. He didn't mind at all that he didn't recall one second to the next because the blonde tilted his head back just enough to stare up at him with another one of those mischievous giggles that had him shivering. And then a hand was gripping his erection giving a few strokes before lips were pressing against the underside softly.
It almost felt sickening how his heart jumped, pounding furiously in his chest as Hizashi placed those soft kisses to the lower half of his erection down near the base. He then moved back up to that halfway point then licking the rest of the way up. Making sure to rub his piercing against his skin, leaving a rather hot, wet trail against his skin that cooled quickly in mere seconds yet he could hardly mind that cooling sensation.
And then Hizashi was kissing the head of his erection softly, playfully as he would any other part of him. He whined out in what he knew, what his husband knew, was an impatient manner yet the blonde merely contented himself to licking at the head happily then grinding the ball of his piercing against his slit dragging a cry from him that rang back to his ears giving him a little sense of foreboding. If his voice was loud then Hizashi's would be catastrophic if he didn't control himself.
He arched his hips forward just a bit to press himself against Hizashi who had closed his mouth to press his lips to the head again and he twitched when he felt his husband's right hand moving backwards, slick fingers wiggling between the cheeks to rub themselves against his hole pulling a whimper from him. Impatient. He wanted it now and he wanted it right that second, no more waiting.
It was in tandem how those lips pressed against his twitching erection and how those fingers rubbed at him from behind leaving him aching, aching, aching with longing. With impatience. He clenched his jaw when a finger pressed against him with enough pressure that, if given a little more, would push right in but didn't. It didn't and it happily pressed and pulled back; as if he were bouncing his finger against jello.
He growled wordlessly down at his husband who clicked his tongue at him before a little chuckle left the blonde, his hands clenching into fists to keep from shouting at him to just do it already. This was honestly worse than the cock ring, than the cage. It was worse and yet some part of him really did love that tease. Loved it when Hizashi literally poked and prodded at him until he was dissolving into a state where he would do anything, say anything, and scream at his husband until he got his way.
Jerking his hips backwards when the finger pressed firmly against him again, as if it would force that additional pressure needed to push in, and he grit his teeth when Hizashi again clicked his tongue at him making him suck in a breath through his teeth. He knew that often, more often than not, sex required patience. It didn't need to be 'gimme gimme gimme now' all the time and it didn't need to be hands fumbling or hips slamming against one another but he wanted to get going.
He wanted it to start already and God help him if he was getting frustrated by his husband. He'd like to say he would return the favor; that he would tease and being the biggest fucker his husband ever met until he was the one begging for it but that never worked. Hizashi never caved to teasing, to him being a dick, as the man claimed that it had long since worn off from their high school days.
So that was an option out the window. He was going to snap. He was really going to snap. Even if this was his idea, he was positive he was going to actually fucking snap this time. He was hissing in a breath to speak, only for it to fly out quickly when that prodding finger finally, finally pushed forward sinking into him. He gasped when at that same time with that slow push did the blonde open his mouth covering the head of his erection.
His right hand slid against the washer, flying off the edge down to grab the blonde locks of hair tightly as the man sank right down to the base easily enough while that finger pushed into him. He shook. He was shaking at the wave of heat that crashed over him making him cry out again as his nails dragged against his husband's scalp drawing a moan from the man and it had his cry cresting higher towards its end.
Gasping in his breaths, his toes curled tightly against the floor as his legs shook lightly in time with him as he clung to the back of Hizashi's head. It was still. For one moment neither man moved. And then the finger, along with his head, began moving in unison. Slowly, he thrusted his finger lazily in a similar manner to how he bobbed his head and never lifting farther than a few inches from the base before sinking back down with a happy little hum leaving the blonde making him whimper.
He squirmed unsure of which he could focus on properly; the finger that was thrusting lazily into him, rubbing at his inner walls delightfully, or the wet heat of his husband's mouth, the way his tongue moved tracing a vein each time he moved. There was no winner, there wasn't even a competition really. He just didn't know which was devouring his attention. He didn't know which felt better.
His hips jumped forward grinding against Hizashi's lips as he pressed the blonde's head tight to his pelvis with a loud moan flying from him when he felt the rippling movement of a swallow, shivers rushing down his spine making him squirm on his feet as he dragged his nails over his husband's scalp once again then pulled on those locks to coax him backwards. The answering moan he got from the blonde had him twitching, the vibrations from such as sound were positively amazing around him as he felt the second finger nudging at him.
Leaning backwards eagerly, his breaths cresting into those light, fast pants of excitement and he groaned when there was no teasing, no more of that playfulness as the finger pushed in along side that first one. It was only when his husband moaned again did he realize very quickly that after leaning backwards towards his fingers, his hips had snapped forward with a harsh thrust. The type of thrust that he knew if his husband had a gag reflex it would have been triggered from the suddenness of it.
Instead, he had been rewarded with a moan of all things and it was this that had another, louder groan sliding out of him as his hips twitched forward now when Hizashi slid down towards the base as eagerly as he had been seconds ago. Another swallow, another rippling of movement, fingers thrusting into him deeply at the same time making him whine and he felt unsure which to lean into; to jerk backwards or push himself forward into the heat surrounding him.
He could feel the fast, panting breaths against his skin each time Hizashi slid down to the base against his pelvis. Shouta clenched his jaw to keep from thrusting forward each time he came down though his hips twitching were enough for a hand to pat his thigh making him shiver lightly. A quick four pat rhythm. An okay. He wasn't sure, wasn't one to be rough and would rather enjoy the pleasure of a blowjob but the temptation was strong; it was very strong.
He jolted when his husband sucked then, a hard suction that no doubt would have hollowed his cheeks had he been able to see it, and he shouted slamming his left hand against the washer as his hips jumped forward as he pushed Hizashi's head down then up in time with the movements as he let his head fall forward as he panted.
He swore, he was sure of it even, that his husband was a demon sent from his own personal Hell. A demon that fed off of his time, his patience and delighted in sexually tormenting him. Or would that be a succubus? Or a male equivalent? What was it called? An incu-? "Jesus Christ! Goddammit, Zashi!"
Hizashi jumped at the shout but answered with a moan when the fingers inside him, fingers that had been lazily scissoring outwards, thrusted forward brushing over his prostate in time with a particularly harsh swallow given by the blonde. He was sure he could keep his footing but damn if the thought his legs would give out any moment. Just because it felt good wasn't a possibility then he was a liar.
He used his grip on those blonde locks to continue pushing and pulling his husband's head in time with his thrusts as he gasped when the fingers scissored outwards once again before slamming forward making him cry out as squeezed the hair in his hand tightly. It pulled a moan from the blonde who was suckling, licking, and even so lightly dragging his teeth against him as that piercing rubbed against his skin in such a delightful manner his head spun.
And the piece de resistance? There was a breath taken, an audible deep breath from below him making him look down, only to jerk so violently he swore he was convulsing under the sudden tensing and jumping of his muscles as he wailed out when his husband, his defiantly demonic husband, began buzzing. "Ah! You m-motherfucker! It's- Nnngh! You- Mmmm! Ah! Ah, fuck!"
If he could he was sure Hizashi would be laughing at him. Chuckling around his erection the way he always managed too through his nose yet there was no sign of that as the blonde merely used his quirk to buzz, the vibrations making his eyes roll back as the blonde swooped down to the base this time on his own and he ground himself against the blonde's mouth gasping. So close to the back those vibrations stimulated the head of his erection more intensely than the rest of it and it was making him twitch, jerk violently as he clawed at his husband's scalp idly.
Whining loudly when the fingers thrusted quickly into him, fanning out far more often than they had those two initial times. Although he had to admit that while this was much better than any actual sex could be he would willingly hop up onto that washer in his husband's lap. Yet the buzzing was scrambling his thoughts, chopping them up and mangling them. And as amazing he lost that strange restriction he had.
The instinctive urge he had been fighting against because he was convinced, so convinced, he wasn't like his husband. That he couldn't be that rough with a simple blowjob. And yet like the way that buzzing was scrambling his thoughts, it scrambled and ripped his reluctance, his hesitance, right away. He used his grip on his husband's hair to pull him back as he moved his hair back then slammed him down as he thrusted forward causing the hand on his thigh to squeeze tightly at the flesh.
Encouraging. Eagerly. He settled into that rhythm; a push and pull, a backwards and forwards thrust, that sped up in time with the fingers thrusting into him. They were then scissoring outwards until he was sure, very sure, he was far past ready and yet he didn't want to stop. Didn't want to lose that hot, wet suction around himself. But that's not what this was about. His scrambled thoughts tried piecing together, tried to remind him just why they were in the utility room, and why he wanted him in here to begin with.
He could have a blowjob any time and if he wanted too, he could even request the buzzing. Anytime. Whenever he wanted. He knew that and it was absolutely natural for him to want to ask for it but in the moment with that buzzing rocking him to his very core it was hard to pull away. To move back and demand his husband get on top of the washer already when he was being swallowed up by that buzzing.
However, after a few more of that rhythmic push and pull, his hips pausing to grind a few times against the blonde's mouth, the fingers were scissoring outwards before sliding out of him with a slick sound and he whimpered when Hizashi grabbed his grinding hips pushing him backwards until he was sliding out of his mouth. A second, higher whimper flew out of him as his hips struggled against the hands holding him, wanting nothing more to go back, to slip into the wet heat that had been suckling at him.
And fuck, the buzzing had his toes curling with that delicious pleasure. He wobbled on his feet when the blonde pushed him back far enough to allow him to struggle onto his feet, his breath rasping out of him. He whined when the blonde pulled his hands from his waist to his pants; pants that, somehow and some time, had been unzipped, unbuttoned to free his erection. When he did that, he had no clue but the clothing was pushed down his legs kicked away.
Abandoning his black cardigan, a coat he didn't use very often, was shrugged off his shoulders allowing him to tug his shirt over his head. He had to fix his glasses that were moved with the quick action, sitting crooked on his face but then the blonde was reaching back jumping up onto the washer, his chest rising and falling quickly he then smiled at him with the light catching the saliva on his lips causing them to glisten lightly.
He watched the blonde reach for the condoms, ripping one off of the chain, and bringing it up to his mouth where he ripped it open with his teeth all while leveling his eyes on Shouta with that devious sparkle to his eyes. It was only when he was pulling the slipper ring from the wrapper did, he speak. "You k-know you should really do that next time I go down on you. I love it when you rough me up a bit, makes me feel like I'm more than just a pretty face to you."
"T-Then don't have such a pretty face!" Catty. Sarcastic. Playful.
"Mmm, sorry, baby, can't change it! Genetics are hell of a thing and you have the prettiest husband on the planet! Too bad!" Playful. Teasing. Casual. His husband then pouted at him, tilting his head to the side when he finished rolling the condom on and placed his hands down on the washer machine's top drumming his fingers. "That must really suck for you, huh? To have a husband with a pretty face is hard, isn't it?
"Oh, it's the worst. You wouldn't believe how egotistical a husband with a pretty face can be!"
"Awww poor baby! So horrible to have a pretty husband who'll happily suck your cock whenever you want, fuck your brains out however and whenever you want, giving you all the cuddles you could ever want too! I can't imagine the sacrifice and how much it must be a tragedy to climb up here and fuck me on top of this washing machine. Oh, goodness, Shouta, what ever will you do?"
He snickered breathlessly as stepped over to the washer, his hands smacking at Hizashi's thighs making the blonde snicker with him. "Shut the fuck up already, you know I like your stupid pretty face."
Hizashi's pout dropped for a wide smile, his eyes glittering with it, and he couldn't help a little smile of his own. "Now get situated, do whatever you think is best before I hop up. I need to figure out how to do that without actually sitting on you and hurting something. Your dick most likely being the casualty of that."
Blonde brows rose when a louder snicker, bordering on a snort, flew out of his husband who squirmed backwards spreading his legs until they rested as close to the corners of the rocking machine as they could and he turned around placing his hands on the edge to lift himself up. Heaving himself up, hands reaching out to help him do so. He loved the promise of having those hands on him, squeezing him tightly any second now. Loved it.
"Besides, you have to deal with me anyways. I'm nowhere near as pretty as you may be, so it balances itself out."
"Shouta Aizawa, you did not just say that to me!" He hopped up then looked over his shoulder to find another pout that was paired with a glare at him making him blink. What? What did he say that was so wrong? "I've said it a million different times, repeated the same thing million times, but you've got to be the biggest fucking idiot on the planet if you don't listen to me! You, Shouta Aizawa, are the most desirable and handsomest, prettiest, most beautiful person in existence! Even if you act like a douchebag hobo sometimes!"
"Oh, so you're openly admitting I'm a douchbag hobo now that I'm on your lap? Classy, Zashi."
"Oh hush! You know I'm right! And besides, there's so many people would die just to be with you and I get to have you to myself! If I'm pretty, then you are by far the most attractive man I've ever met in my life and no one compares. Not even young All Might, not even Nemuri compares to you and she's got to be the most stunning woman I've seen!"
"Again, classy. Marveling over a stunning woman when I'm right here, about to fuck you. Maybe I won't now!"
"Oh, don't be fussy! You know Nem is stunning! But back to my point! Shouta, there's no one, man, woman, non-binary, trans or other that can compare because to me you are the sexiest, hottest, most gorgeous man I get to have! So, you stop saying that you're not anywhere near as pretty as me! Besides, the stubble helps a lot."
"How does it help?"
"One, it gives you a manly look even if at the best time it makes you look like some kind of hobo but it's balanced because without that stubble you've got some severe baby face when you shave, Sho."
He glared at the blonde when he began squirming forward which prompted him to move backwards meeting the blonde that final inch so he wouldn't be hanging off the edge like his legs and he then used his hands to lift himself up as Hizashi slid beneath him with a little grunt of himself and he couldn't help a little shiver when he got a tap on his thigh. He began lowering himself down, doing his best not to let his lips form a pout at his husband's words as he felt the head of his husband's erection nudging against him.
"Y-You're stupid! I don't have baby face! If anyone does it's you but you'd never shave that stupid fucking mustache of yours so no one else knows!"
The barking laugh he got had him glaring fiercely when he then got an amused smile from his husband, green eyes glittering at him, and he then turned his head to keep from looking at the man who was snorting then yet the movement had him bouncing lightly from it. He took a deep breath then let it out as he then lowered himself down, down, down until he heard a soft little groan slip out of Hizashi as he slid in easily enough, allowing him to sink down quickly to the base where he was then trapped in place by arms wrapping around him.
He shifted and hooked his legs slightly around Hizashi's, the tops of his feet pressing against his Achille tendons feeling the blonde's feet wiggle lightly from the touch and he felt lips peppering down his shoulder blade softly with that breath trembling against his skin. He let out a little moan himself when he felt his husband's erection twitch and that alone was what prompted him to lazily, slowly rock his hips against his husband.
It earned him an encouraging moan, the emotion in it making his lips quirk into a small grin as he continued that rocking motion when the hands on his stomach slid upwards and he arched his chest forward with an excited breath puffing out of him. He closed his eyes as fingers brushed up over his nipples pulling a moan from his throat, the soft touch against them had strong little waves rolling right down to his groin each time the fingers drifted over them.
He honestly loved when Hizashi played with his nipples; hell, he loved returning the favor to his husband when he could. It was stimulating, it was absolutely arousing and he knew after a shared conversation with Nemuri that there was no competition on who's was more sensitive, a man's or a woman's. Equally sensitive, equally receptive, and he loved it. He could sit around and let Hizashi toy with his body all day long, all night, finding new sensitive places on his body with those curious hands of his.
Plucking, playing and teasing his well-known erogenous zones was also a big plus in his book that he loved when Hizashi took advantage of. He twitched as he was pulled from his thoughts by thumbs rubbing against his areolas only to flick inwards at his nipples sending little pinches of longing, of arousal, right down to his stomach where it pooled hotly like molten lava that fed into the fire under his skin.
He rolled his hips down briefly before returning to that rocking rhythm though he was getting impatient again. Knew Hizashi was getting impatient even if he never said anything. It was tempting, it was hard to both have someone inside you and for that person to be inside, both wanting to move. And so, he used his hands to be his leverage in aiding him to move, given he couldn't use his legs properly, and he began to push himself upwards before dropping back down.
And again. And again. He tried to adopt a consistent rhythm as he moved yet it was a touch harder than he would have thought as the muscles in his legs flexed and his feet twitched lightly with the instinct to press themselves against something solid to help aid him in moving. Yet he was doing it. He was lifting and dropping though it wasn't nearly as fast as it would be if he had a solid surface to press down against as additional leverage.
He was determined, however, in lifting and dropping himself feeling his hair trembling around his shoulders when he did so and loving the groan that slid from his husband as those breaths raced against his skin in a similar rhythm to his own. He whined when fingers pinched his hardening nipples tightly, twisting lightly making his back arch forward just a bit more into those hands as he bounced himself feeling those lips crawling up to his shoulder.
Squirming with a truly pitiful whimper at the fingers pulling at his nipples. Squeezing tight. Pulling just enough to send a jolt of pain over his skin as they were then twisting them side to side, like he was some kind of radio he was trying to turn, and had he really wanted to he could have laughed at that. That comparison alone was stupid and hilarious but he just didn't have the air for it. While he was strong -he could easily lift and drop himself with his hands alone- it was annoying.
This shallow bouncing, he was doing wasn't nearly as satisfying nor was it truly enough though he didn't want to say anything. He didn't want to whine and complain, to stop the teasing jolts of pleasure he got from those fingers drifting then pinching his nipples but he needed just a little help. Just a bit. He didn't know if he made some kind of noise, some kind of movement or what but the hands were sliding from his chest making him whine at the stab of disappointment from the loss.
At least until he realized just what his husband was doing. Where those hands were going. He hissed in a hopeful breath when they grabbed at his waist tightly, fingers digging in. He was lifted up higher than before then dropped down pulling loud moans from the both of them that mixed together becoming much louder in the room. He loved it. He used his hands to help aid in higher, faster, as Hizashi lifted and dropped him in a rhythm that was growing faster.
Moving up faster, coming down harder. If he was a little lower, just slumped enough, his head would be on Hizashi's shoulder where it wanted to be. Where he wanted to press it against. Those lips pressed against the back of his shoulder had him shivering softly as he tried to ignore the locks hanging around his face annoyingly trembling and brushing his hot face though he knew Hizashi was eating it up.
He whimpered as he moved the best he could in time with the hands lifting and dropping him fast, his breaths rasping out of him louder than he would have liked. And yet there was a strange excitement that he could be so vocal in such a small room. That the sound could echo back while filling the space so vividly was amazing. It was fascinating to his hazy mind. Honestly, if he thought about it too long, he wondered what his punishment was going to be.
What his husband had in mind. What his husband's reward would be. It excited him, not knowing what was coming, knowing his husband wouldn't reveal it to the very last minute and yet he couldn't help but hope it had something to do with spanking. Something to do with that at the very least. He dropped harder in response to the train of thought, moaning loudly when the angle of which he dropped allowed for his prostate to be hit at making him squirm.
His legs curled tightly around Hizashi's as he pushed with his hands to lift and drop himself quickly. It was only when Hizashi yanked him up higher than the others and slammed him down did that strange, burst of air that sounded suspiciously like a hiccup leave him as the pleasure ripped up his spine pulling out a wail from him as his hair flew around his face with the drop. He was yanked up quickly, dropped harder and he hated the tickle of his hair against his face, his throat, knew it was getting in the way yet Hizashi didn't breathe a word of a complain.
Devoting himself to the leverage of his hands, he lifted himself fast as he could, the impact making his husband bounce lightly beneath him and he couldn't help but hope this didn't damage the washer somehow. They were expensive and he'd hate to replace a device that came with the house when they bought it and was still gong strong. The muscles in his legs flexed uselessly in bursts, his palms felt clammy against the surface of the appliance and not a thought of stopping, of readjusting himself occurred to him.
He bounced fast, coming down hard with the help of Hizashi's hands and with the little squirms he felt from his husband, he knew the position kept him from moving as he wished and he couldn't help but smirk to himself. He wanted to say something sarcastic, something bratty to the blonde but he didn't know if he could say it right. If he could get it out without stuttering, without stopping and starting over and over.
He wanted to be a dick, to try and at least tease the blonde with his words if he could manage it but he knew the breathlessness wouldn't allow for a cocky bratty tone. He didn't think his throat could even handle forming words when all ti seemed useful for was creating moan after moan, the high whimpers when those fingers squeezed his waist tightly, and the air that flew down seemed to leave no possibility for words to be used.
Hizashi wasn't any better. He could hear the muffled moans against his skin, the deep throaty groans when he clenched up around the blonde, and he felt the squirms as they happened yet again, he didn't vocalize a single complaint. It was so easy, so damn easy to dissolve into a mess of nothing but lust, of need, of want and of that strong desire that had him bouncing faster as his clammy palms seemed to suction cup themselves to the washer's smooth surface and it was so easy to relinquish some control to his husband.
So easy to give in and just do what he wanted, to take what he wanted from Hizashi, and to sink into a state where it didn't matter to him what sounds flew out or how he reacted, he could do it and it wouldn't change a thing on how Hizashi viewed him. He moaned eagerly when he was yanked from his spinning, lazy thoughts to feel teeth scrapping across his skin only for the blonde to bite down, sucking at the skin fiercely.
He whined when this caused his bouncing to slow slightly as not to break the skin somehow with his teeth and Shouta didn't mind. In fact, when he slammed down he ground his hips eagerly, excitedly against Hizashi as his breaths rasped out of him. His erection was aching, positively dripping against his stomach for some kind of stimulation; a touch, a stroke, anything and yet he ignored it.
Ignored it happily as he ground his hips with a whimper as those teeth bit down harshly at his skin with another hard suck before the blonde was moving to a new spot. It was only when his phone vibrated this time that both men looked over at it. It wasn't a call, thank God, but rather a text. He cringed at the sucking sound when he lifted his hands from the washer, reaching over grabbing the device that spun slightly at the first initial miss and it prompted him to lean further with a grunt as he grabbed the device.
Settling back into Hizashi's lap only to moan out when his husband squeezed his waist, licking up the center of his back before biting down fiercely at the skin making him shiver with a whine as the blonde's hands urged him to resume that grinding motion of his hips which he happily complied with. He shivered when nails bit into his skin as his shaking hands struggled to get the screen unlocked, to type in the digit-code, and open the text waiting for him which was hard to focus on.
So hard to focus on his code when teeth were sinking into his skin no doubt to leave another hickey on his skin. It took him three times of staring at the screen blankly, rereading the text but taking in nothing about it did he force himself to focus on the text; he blinked a few times when he read the text. And then he jolted, jolted as if icy water had just been poured over him, and the sharp inhale had the blonde stilling their movements.
"Fuck! Fuck, Zashi, we need to stop!"
"Why?"
"Be-Because I forgot Nem's coming over! She's coming over now, Zashi, now! She sa-said she has to grab something and she'd be over!"
"Stall her!"
"Wh-What?"
"Stall her! No, you know what, here, give me it!"
He handed the phone to Hizashi who leaned back, pulling his hands from his waist to take the phone and he squirmed unsure if he should hop off now, if he moved off without waiting to see what his husband was doing but the anxiety was pricking its head even the excitement ran like an undercurrent beneath it. He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip while Hizashi typed. It was only when there was the quiet notification sound of the message being sent.
Jumping when the phone was tossed onto the dryer with a loud clang that had him twitching when hands flew to his waist lifting him up quickly and slamming him down harshly making him yelp loudly as he was moved in that fast rhythm they'd been using before the text came in and he looked over his shoulder to find those green eyes burning at him.
"We got t-ten minutes, Sho, ten minutes! That means we got five minutes to get dressed and five more minutes to finish fucking, we gotta go, baby. So, you use everything you can to make me cum, you hear me? Make me cum fast and hard! You do the same for yourself; jack yourself off, play with your nipples, I don't care what you do but we gotta fuck fast, baby! Otherwise, she'll know, she'll walk in right as we're walking out, and unless you want her to know what you were doing you better hurry!"
"I will, I will! I- Ah! Fuck! I will, I'll do it! I-I'll get us both off before she comes!"
His words trembled with how fast they flew out of him, his lift and fall frantic as if he were nothing more than a fist or a flesh light made for his husband to get off on and it had him squirming at the thought as he moaned out when the blonde leaned his forehead against his back. As if he didn't have the energy to talk to him, as if he could focus on it, and was rather focused on getting there.
On reaching his orgasm. So, he did as he said he would; he would help the ways he could. He clenched around his husband, squeezing as tight as he could manage making the blonde moan in that high pitch against his skin making it vibrate lightly and he shivered as he reached his hand up to grip his erection not knowing if it was anxiety inducing that they had a time limit or if it was absolutely what he needed.
He stroked himself quickly in time with the movements of his lift and fall, his face as clammy as his palms had been, like the rest of him was, and he groaned knowing he'd have to keep Hitoshi out of here for a few hours; if his husband was sweating, starting to anyhow, then the room would reek of that unmistakable musty sex smell. And he wasn't going to deal with the questions or the red-faced embarrassment each time he saw his son.
Not happening. He moaned loudly as he rubbed his thumb against the tip, tracing the side of his thumb against the leaking slit making that moan crest higher in pitch and perhaps he squeezed unintentionally but the blonde's own eager, urgent moan flew out of him in a pitch perhaps a few octaves higher than his own though he didn't mind. He stroked himself quickly, squeezing and twisting his hand in a curving motion.
Making sure to rub his thumb against the tip again and again, grinding the pad of his thumb against the slit whenever he could, smearing the drops of pre-come welling there. A little more, he just needed that little push to get him there. There was something risky, something absolutely heart-poundingly anxiety inducing about the situation and he fucking loved it. He loved it, loved it, loved it.
It had a trace of danger to it, a trace of 'gonna be caught' sensations to it that he could very well be caught by Nemuri or perhaps it was the thought he could be caught at all that was strangely doing it for him at the moment. Knowing they had a time limit, knowing any moment Nemuri would be using her spare key to let herself in and if he didn't get them to come by then he'd be fucked.
If he didn't hurry she would know and they'd be fucked. He cried out when Hizashi slammed him down, his hair beginning to cling to his face, to his skin, as he gasped in a breath and hating how thick the air seemed to be, how hot it was when it got to his lungs, and he whined as he squeezed his erection tightly. He could feel it, that growing orgasm that was slow building yet the pressure it created was a welcomed sensation as he debated it.
Wondered if maybe the situation would be ten times riskier if Hizashi had chosen one of those riskier areas. If he hadn't made his choice on the list and had let Hizashi choose. Would he be fucked up against the window like he said? Would the glass be cold, cold, cold against his burning skin? Would he be seen? It was all little things that had him squirming with the fast-bouncing rhythm and the hits to his prostate, the hands squeezing his waist tightly, the way his own hand was flying up and down his erection was too much.
He was writhing, his orgasm cresting higher, higher, his erection throbbing in his grip as his other hand flew back to grip at his husband; he didn't know what, jut somewhere, anywhere, he could hold onto him. He cried out in stuttered bursts, each burst that left him was accompanied by a hurried breath as he each cry grew louder than the last as Hizashi moaned into his back with a frequency of his own that had his ears ringing painfully.
Yet there wasn't a damn care in his mind. Even if he knew the sounds they made were loud, far too loud for the tiny room and God forbid anyone walked into the house; it would be unmistakable. It would be hard to piece together sounds like the ones they were making; it wouldn't take a scholar or a rocket scientist. He hated he couldn't control that volume that seemed to grow higher, longer out of him until his vocal cords couldn't handle it; his cry choked off silently in his throat as his air flew out of him and he was done.
It burst through him making him jerk as he was slammed down in time with the orgasm rushing over him as his husband moaned in that high, ear ringing manner that made his jaw snap shut. He trembled through the force of his orgasm, his legs twitching and the muscles jumping, tensing through the intensity. He hissed in a breath through his teeth when he relaxed , his heart thudding rapidly.
Helpless against hte urge to slump against his husband for a moment as the man whimpered against his shoulder as his hands squeezed his waist tightly, nails digging into his skin making him shiver as he panted raggedly, his breath hitching ever once in a while. Hizashi's hands then slid from his waist to curl around his stomach despite the few spurts that had gotten onto his skin and he whined wordlessly at the man.
"Za-Zashi, tha's gross. Let me off, we got five mi-minutes to get dressed! You said so!"
The blonde groaned at his words yet the arms slid to place hands back on his waist easing him upwards this time and he couldn't help another little shiver at the slick sound as he was then helped off the washer onto legs that trembled, threatening to give out. He twisted himself to stand in front of the dryer, fumbling with the cover of the wipes before getting it open pulling a wipe out and scrubbing his hand clean where a majority of his come hand gotten on and then plucked a second then third one to scrub his hand thoroughly again.
Then using the clean side of that one to rub at his stomach and using the third one to go over it. He heard the snap of rubber from next to him as Hizashi tied off the condom and he passed the wipes over to him when they heard it. The front door slamming shut. "Hurry!"
"Shhh, it's fine! It'll be fine, Sho! Everyone does laundry!" Hizashi whispered back to the urgent, panicked hissed word as he took a wipe out to clean himself off though he slipped off the washer with a thud that had both men cringing; Nemuri was notoriously curious, nosey too, and such a sound would bring her right to the door if they weren't careful.
He struggled into his pants as he threw Shouta's cargo pants at him, the black-haired man stepping into them nearly stumbling against the dryer as his heart raced against his chest; painful, solid beats that left him feeling sick. It was hard to feel that orgasmic euphoria when he was panicking. He was sure it hadn't been ten minutes, there was no way, and yet he never did keep track of time during sex.
Who kept track of it? It was rude to look at a clock when someone was fucking you, even he knew that. He'd gotten his pants up to his waist buttoning them and zipping himself up when his shirt was whipped at his face which he glared at when he pulled it away only to find Hizashi's shirt flying back over his head, a complete reversal from earlier. Those green eyes lifted to him and smiled softly. "It'll be okay, baby, I promise. She can't know."
"She will. God, she'll smell it in here, smell it on us, and she'll fucking know! You think she's stupid, Zashi? Even people who don't know about sex will say we smell weird!" Shouta hissed at him as he then pulled his shirt up over his head blocking his view of the blonde.
Once he had the shirt settling down over the waistline of his pants he looked at his husband shrugging his cardigan back on then both eyes fell on the condoms, the lube, the damn wipes, and he felt a fresh stab of panic when Hizashi reached out grabbing the lube and condoms then stuffing them into his pockets. His mouth dropped open for a second, his eyes flicking from the items to his husband's pockets then up to that flushed face.
"Hold on, Sho, it's-"
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"Just keep them in your pockets! She won't see'em! What is she gonna give you a pat down and fucking sniff test? Chill! We're not teenagers hiding from my moms or your parents! We're grown men! It's not like she's gonna stand out there and fucking go "ooooohhhhh, Shouta and Hizashi were in the utility room!" like a fucking kid! Breathe, baby, just breathe! Distract her and I'll get the wipes in the bedroom so she won't know! Now go!"
"Zashi-!"
"Now!"
Huffing out a breath, he reached out to snag the wipes off the dryer, stuffing them close to his side pulling his cardigan tight against him as he grabbed the door handle. "I promise that se won't know a thing."
And yet when he pulled open the door there, standing right on the other side, was none other than Nemuri. There was a wide, wicked smile on her painted lips and a sparkle to her blue eyes that had Shouta's face ripping with heat. Fuck.