Fifty Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

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

22. Jerk it Together

"Shouta?"

"Mm."

"Shouta, I'm really, really, really, really so sor-"

"If you say you're sorry again I'm going to fucking smother you. Shut up already, it's been all week with that. That's all you've been saying, so give it a fucking rest already. You're lucky you're even in here after this week, so don't push it."

Hizashi bit his lip. He wasn't the type to lament about loneliness. Wasn't the type to go around whining about it like others were. But sleeping on the couch for the past week? His husband ignoring him for that week? It was awful. It was truly, deeply awful and not to mention the absolute trash way Shouta was treating him at the moment though he deserved it.

He deserved every bit of that asshole nature, the douchebaggery his husband could throw and he didn't even think to give those playful, subtle hints about spanking the bratty attitude out of the man. He couldn't. He understood the root cause of it, understood where he had gone wrong, and he accepted it. He hated when Shouta gave him the silent treatment, hated that when they did talk to him it was in those scathing, hissing tones.

They were so much worse than the bland, toneless ones he used when Eri was within hearing shot. Not like she didn't notice. T he girl watched everything and she had become increasingly worried each night when Hizashi tucked her up into bed if she asked for him to do so. Always questioning in a tiny whisper if something bad was happening; if he or Shouta were 'gonna go away' sometime soon.

He always did his best to reassure the white-haired girl, squeezing her to his chest and promising that wasn't the case though he knew if Shouta could toss him into the backyard with a tent and a sleeping bag of his own, he'd do it. Even Hitoshi asked quite a few times just what was going on, having obviously read the silence, the tension in the set of Shouta's shoulders that worsened after a school day. How the black-haired man refused eye contact with Hizashi.

He, of course, reassured the teenager and told him not to worry as well; that he would fix it. The thing was, he didn't even think Shouta was truly mad at him about this. No, he knew he was deeply, unbearably, uncomfortably embarrassed by the way things went down that afternoon. While Nemuri may not know about the challenge, she had caught them right after having sex in a way that was so unbelievably obvious that even Hizashi couldn't waste his breath to deny it.

After all, they only heard the door slam. Neither one of them actually knew how long the woman had been in the house, neither knew if she heard anything, though from the smile on her lips when the door had opened clearly spoke volumes. While Nemuri didn't know anything about the challenge, didn't know a damn thing, the woman still caught them right after the fact and Shouta had never strangled him when she left and he had to go for his appointment.

While in theory, in a hypothetical scenario, he knew Shouta found it thrilling to be caught and it was nothing more than that; a scenario, a fantasy. In reality, he knew it was much more terrifying for his husband to be caught like that though he also knew that was the very thing that tossed his husband over the edge. He knew he wasn't mad but rather very, deeply, uncomfortably embarrassed.

He was unbearably embarrassed around the woman and he felt nothing but regret about that for even Nemuri wasn't finding it funny to poke fun at him anymore. Not when he was refusing to look anyone in the face, in the eyes, and was refusing to even talk to them for the past week. Shouta didn't in so many words tell him to fuck off, but the implication was there.

He did everything in his power to make it up to his husband; absolutely everything. Hell, at this point he would rip out his heart and disembowel himself if it made the man happy again. Well, if not happy then at least not as embarrassed as he has been. He was chewing on his lip, the darkness in the room doing little to help him as he sat on his side of the bed watching Shouta lift the sheets. Sitting down on the bed he knew he had to say something now. Right now.

Because he knew that in seconds he'd be expected to take his hearing aids out, knowing he wouldn't hear a thing from his husband, and render conversation absolutely incapable on his end unless Shouta faced him. And from the past two nights, the man had been sleeping with his back to him again. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know how he continued helping his husband through his embarrassment.

Even if he made Nemuri promise not to tell another soul, he knew he just had to coax his husband through it but how? What did he say or do that didn't make that embarrassment worse? It's not like he could just bring it up, it would bring a whole round of embarrassment and silent treatment from his husband so what else did he do other than apologize? How did he do anything but beg and spit out apology after apology?

And even that was growing old, for both him and Shouta. He shifted leaning forward on his hands towards Shouta's side as the man turned to approach the bed, his brows coming together tightly, and he knew he could possibly be pushing it with his husband. Knew he could possibly end up back on the couch after tonight but he didn't want to just say nothing to his husband. Didn't want ot sit here and not address the matter.

"Shouta, I know you don't want to hear it, but I really am sorry. I said she wouldn't know, I said ten minutes, and yet she fucking zoomed over faster than that! I thought I bought us just a few minutes extra and I was wrong. I was very, very wrong and because of it you got embarrassed which wasn't my intention at all!" He paused to take a deep breath then let it out slowly when he then lifted his gaze up to find those dark eyes of his only to find Shouta for once didn't flinch away.

Didn't avert his gaze immediately. Progress maybe? A good sign? Did it mean that Shouta was wiling to hear him out? Willing to listen to him for a few moments? He didn't know but those dark eyes being on him, the intensity to them and the way he didn't get a flinch meant volumes. Screamed with it's subtle signs that this was possibly going to be a good thing. He just needed to execute it the right way.

Shouta was quiet, staring at him as he wanted for him to go on and he found his words clogged up his throat. Where did he start? Apologize for not denying it with Nemuri? Did he apologize for every little thing? All of the embarrassment the poor man felt? Admit that he too didn't like the thought of anyone knowing how badly it embarrassed him as well? Did he start there? He licked his lips, swallowed then cleared his throat lightly before continuing.

"Baby, I know in theory it's exciting to get caught and I know at the time it might have been exciting in your head but the actual act is scary which I completely get! I mean, I shouldn't have let that happen. It's all on me, Shouta, and I take full responsibility for what happened with Nem then taking off not even two hours later! I get that you're embarrassed and I get that you might be mad but-"

"I'm not mad."

"It's completely okay to be mad at me and I can't- Wait, what?"

"I said, I'm not mad. At you, at least." His eyes widened as he stared at Shouta, the man lifting a hand sighing out as he rubbed his face fiercely then scrubbed at his eyes with his fingers before dropping his hand from his face, letting it smack lightly against his thigh. "I was never mad at you, Hizashi. I'm mad at myself for letting hat happen; I chose the most obvious place in this house, even if it was behind a door, and yet I zoned out on the fact that Nemuri wanted to come over which was my fault completely."

"Even if you did zone out, Shouta, I should've-!"

"No. It's not all on you and it's never been all your fault. Like that stupid saying goes, it takes two to tango. It wasn't just me and it wasn't just you. We need to think about factors from here on out, Zashi. We can't just drop everything and have sex because we feel like it. We have kids, we have jobs, we have friends, and we can't just forget these things or there'll be more situations like what happened with Nem."

"I completely get that, Sho, but you've been ignoring me! For a whole week! You even had me sleep on the couch! How is that not being mad? I don't get it!"

"It's called being embarrassed, Zashi. I didn't- I don't know how to look at you or say anything when I'm embarrassed, you know that! I wasn't- Alright, fuck it. I was mad on the day it happened and the day after but I got over it because I wasn't mad at you so much as I was mad at myself."

He couldn't believe this. He could not believe this. Shouta Aizawa, admitting to be embarrassed and angry at himself? He never thought he'd live to see the day in a million years. In fact, he saw a soft flush to his husband's cheeks as he plucked at his pajama bottoms along wit hthe way his eyes seemed incapable of raising again. He realyl meant it. He couldn't believe it.

He would have given anything to see a sight like this in his youth but to hear his husband's voice trembling lightly as he spoke? The soft pink flush to his cheeks? The way his eyes were glued down to the bed? It was a sight to behold. To see Shouta so shy, so bashful, as he plucked at imaginary lint on his pants truly was an adorable little image his husband was making without even intending too. Shouta cleared his throat lightly before speaking again.

"Zashi, I don't want to waste time being mad but it's hard not to. It was a shitty situation that even Nem has admitted she didn't make better by acting the way she did. I know I've been concerning Eri, even Toshi, and I'm trying to not do that. It's not fair for them just because we're having a little bump." He paused then sighed out. "Even if the bump is mainly me being embarrassed."

"That's fine! Sho, it's okay to be embarrassed like that! Like I said with the cock cage, you're a private person! You don't go around flaunting sex or sexual encounters; you'd rather not have anyone know you do that stuff and it's fine!"

He then paused himself before giving a little laugh as he began crawling over to his husband's side of the bed, reaching out hesitantly only for Shouta to sigh softly though his hands lifted grabbing his own. He couldn't help the relief rushing at a soaring height inside of him when their fingers slid then locked together, palms tight against one another's, and he rubbed circles into the back of his hand softly.

"But you're right. We need to start thinking more, we can't just run off and have sex whenever we want even if that's personally what I would want. I just- There's not a time where I don't want you and I always want to when I even get the feeling that you want me just as much in that very moment and I just want to pounce on the chance."

Shouta sighed softly as he squeezed his hands softly. "I know, Zashi. It's not like when we were young and had all the time in the world. We have jobs, we have Hitoshi and Eri to take care of now. We can't just pounce at each other any moment we want."

"And that's where you are right! We have kids, we have our jobs, and we have friends, plus we have a reputation to uphold which are all important things! You're absolutely right. I can't just pull you away and into some alley way or hallway or another room just to kiss you silly! It's too impulsive! We're not teenagers or even young adults anymore."

"Well, hang on. I never said you couldn't do that, Zashi." Oh? Was that-? He could see, in the low lighting of their bedroom thanks to the lamp throwing a sickly yellow hue across half his husband's face he could see that soft, almost indistinguishable blush to his cheeks though his gaze was locked onto his own firmly.

Ahhh, Shouta was going to kill him any moment now! He could feel his chest cramping with each beat of his heart, holding onto his husband's hands fighting the urge to shake them lightly between them. He instead swallowed it down in favor of smiling softly at his husband as he tipped his head down causing his hair to slide over his shoulder when he squeezed his hands gently. "What? What, baby? It's okay, don't be embarrassed!"

"W-Well, I said we can't be having sex without thinking, can't be running off or dropping everything the way we have a few times now. I never said a thing about you not pulling me away to kiss me, or touch me, when we're on our own or when it's appropriate."

"Oh? Appropriate? What would be appropriate?"

"We're married, Zashi. That means I don't mind if you kiss me or touch me in those private moments or when we can sneak one in. We just- I don't want another situation like with Nemuri. Not unless it, for some fucking reason, is a situation I want to be in. I don't want to be taken by surprise; I don't want to feel rushed like that. A situation like that isn't high on my list right now."

"Okay! So, then I just keep doing what I do? With the touches and kisses I mean." When Shouta nodded, he smiled squeezing his husband's hands, relishing in the little squeeze he got back. While he liked that night with the degradation, when Shouta had offered to let him get his frustrations out, he liked talking things out better.

He always did. It was always better to talk things out rather than to have sex then forget about it later on and ignore the situation all together which is why the night after that degradation they'd spent the whole day talking. Any time a situation popped up, a bump as Shouta called it, he always believed in talking it out. They needed to talk it out if they wanted to keep things healthy. If they wanted to see the other person's point of view.

To understand, to come to a solution, and go forward. "Does that mean then that you forgive me?"

"Of course, I do. Like I said, it's not just my or your fault." He watched Shouta's head tilt then, his hair swinging lightly with the movement as his dark brows came together again when a little frown tugged at the corners of his lips now. "Though I should ask, didn't you feel even a bit embarrassed? Or are you really as shameless as you've always insinuated all these years?"

"Oi!"

When the low little chuckle slid out of Shouta, the sound quiet yet so very rich with his now amusement, Hizashi fought the urge to gawk wide eyed at his husband who then bent down just a bit with another squeeze being delivered to his hands as he looked down at them before up at his husband again feeling a faint trace of warmth to his cheeks. He had to admit, it wasn't very often he let his husband get to him or blush the way he was threatening too, but he liked it. Liked feeling so silly, so absolutely overjoyed he was helpless to do anything but act defensive and blush much like his husband did though his defensiveness was always a playful act.

Nothing more than a fussy pout that would hopefully make his husband laugh or scoff at. Anything for a little smile. "I'll just assume you did. You're not that untouchable, Zashi, and everyone feels embarrassed no matter how bold they are. Now, I've 'forgiven' you, do you forgive me for being such a dick to you?"

"There's nothing to forgive, Shouta. You were embarrassed, what more do you have to apologize for?" He watched those dark brows now raise, no longer squeezed together, but the surprised amusement in those dark eyes glittered at him whether the man knew it or not, and he had to squeeze those hands to keep from pulling them away to touch the soft blush that adorned his cheeks.

He never lied; his husband was beautiful. He was unbearably handsome and so painfully attractive that he wondered how he ever managed to get the black-haired man to love him the way he did, how he ever managed to be with him. Especially back in their teens when the black-haired man had shown no interest in anyone else. He'd even assumed Shouta was asexual or maybe even aromantic by how little he seemed phased by romance of any kind.

How he had shown such little interest he had in the wild stories their classmates would divulge in whispers to one another. Funny how he ate those speculating thoughts the moment he and Shouta got together. "You've done nothing wrong, baby! Absolutely nothing. We both fucked up but you don't have a thing to apologize for. I mean, no offense, but you are the nicknamed the Number Two Douchebag by some friends since high school since you were a pretty big dick back then!"

"Oh wow, thank you for that, Zashi."

"But I love you and I don't think you are, if that makes up for it!"

"If I don't have anything to apologize for then neither do you, Zashi. You never had a thing to apologize for yet you made yourself nearly hoarse all week long by apologizing." He then looked down at the bed, back up at him, then down at the bed again before pulling his hands away. He immediately crawled backwards letting Shouta onto the bed when the black-haired man then turned towards him once he'd gotten into his spot, the sheets folded back reading to be tugged up.

He was surprised by fingers reaching out to touch his cheek causing a hotter, fierce blush to rush up into his cheeks. Damn, Shouta really didn't have to do much, did he? "Loving me doesn't need to make up for anything. Unfortunately for me, I love you too. So, it works out, doesn't it?"

"I wouldn't say unfortunate, Sho. I feel very fortunate I love you, so I know you feel the same no matter what your mouth says." He replied then though he did tip his face into Shouta's hand, reaching up touching the back of it with his own and pressing his palm to his face happily.

He loved it then and he loved it now just how strong his hands felt, how they could grip him in place and keep him from moving if they so desired. Even how they'd dwarfed his own lanky ones as teens despite how slender he had been but then again Shouta's voice had broken before his own had. He had even been taller than him for a bit before he absolutely shot up in height and stood taller than Shouta by an inch that he was quite proud of.

"You have no idea how much I love you, Shouta. I hate when I mess shit up for us."

"But you didn't mess a single thing up."

He fought the urge to pout at the black-haired man when his thumb began moving gently against his cheek, the quiet whisper of skin on skin being picked up easily by even his hearing aids, and he could have swooned by the soft yet determined look to those dark eyes leveled on him. "It's fine, Zashi. We both fucked up anyways, so let's accept that rather than you playing the blame game with yourself."

He then watched those full lips tremble wordlessly for a moment. As if his husband wasn't sure what he wanted to say yet and he was fascinated by just watching those full lips move silently. Forming words he knew would come out any moment. He just needed to wait. Finally those dark eyes flickered down briefly then up at him again as he took a deep breath.

Squeezing his hands softly, he hummed at the black-haired man until those fingers squeezed his back. Firmly then softer when his husband let out that deep breath and blinked quickly with a swallow. "B-Besides, it's been a whole week of me being stubborn. I've-"

"You've what?" This he wanted to hear. He wanted to hear what he knew his husband was going to say. Eager for it.

He then scooched closer to this husband, hesitantly at first before moving closer and was happy to find the black-haired man was squirming a little closer as if to meet him in the middle. He could feel a flicker of excitement, of hope, as he saw those dark eyes flicker down and he reached out grabbing Shouta's left hand from its place on his lap and traced the smooth golden band on his ring finger.

"Finish it. Finish your sentence, baby, please? Tell me, don't be scared. You've what?"

Eyes lifted, his lips trembled again, and he loved seeing those black lashes fluttering in a fast blink, and looked down seeing his Adam's Apple bobbing with a swallow. He then felt fingers tighten around his own making his gaze drop down to their hands instinctively. The tightening Shouta's fingers dug lightly into the back of his hand then up at his face again.

Marveling at how the pink blush seemed to deepen to that lovely red in the seconds he had looked away. His own face felt hot, making a stab of self-consciousness prick at him as he shifted until his leg was pressing against Shouta's, a small space between them, and he knew he shouldn't crowd the black-haired man but he wasn't pulling back nor was he snapping at him. Shouta was too busy focusing on his words it seemed and he wouldn't rush him.

He'd back away if his husband told him to, he'd do it in a heartbeat, as the last thing he wanted was to make him uncomfo- "I've missed you."

Well, that was unexpected. If his face wasn't already so hot, he's sure those simple little words would have done the trick. He wanted to play it off in a silly, playful way but he knew that wasn't right. At least, not the words that came immediately though he could afford to be a bit playful with his husband, couldn't he? As long as he didn't make a joke out of it, as long as he wasn't brushing away his sentiment.

"You've missed me? I've been right here, baby, I haven't been anywhere else! How have you missed me?"

He could feel the hand trembling lightly against his cheek, beneath his hand, and he could feel that left hand trembling in his grip lightly as the man seemed to struggle for a second to speak. It was embarrassing, he knew it was, yet if Shouta didn't want to answer he didn't have to. He wouldn't push that. There was a time and place for everything but right now wasn't it.

Again, those dark eyes flicked down then up, the gray in them a touch clearer to see up this close though the yellow lighting from the lamp made them blacker than anything in that moment and he adored it. He loved those eyes more than he ever had. So pretty they were. Black to the unsuspecting eye or from a distance, but OH when they light hit them just RIGHT that dark gray shone beautifully. So beautifully.

"Y-You haven't been anywhere, I know that, but I still missed you. Missed talking to you, even if you're annoying as shit, missed having you in the bed with me. I've- It's- I missed-"

"It's okay, baby, you don't need to go into it. You don't need to get all worked up if you don't want to, I can fill the blanks if you want. I know you-"

"I missed you, Zashi, even if you were always right there. I don't like ignoring you, I don't like being stubborn, because I realize just how much I like the little things like your stupid hair being in my face in the morning, or how you take up half the bed being sprawled out some nights. How warm it is with you right next to me, or how you let me cling onto you, and how nice it is just having your arm around my waist when I wake up in the morning."

How can one person be so aware of their heart? His was absolutely flying against his chest, his stomach gaining that airy, dropping sensation over and over making his breath hitch depending on just how strong those waves happened to be. He loved when Shouta used his own version of 'flowery words' on him, he loved hearing what went on inside his was always so unreadable some days it left him lost but to know what went on in that noggin of his? He loved it.

"I missed having you touch me. Having you right here, right next to me, and I missed laying here in bed with you. I missed kissing you, and playing with your hair. I just- I missed it."

Ahh, this man knew how to shoot him straight through the damn heart. He really did miss that too; he was far more aware than Shouta was never quite aware just how much he depended on physical touch but Hizashi knew he did, he knew it better than the black-haired man knew himself. And because he knew, he tried his best to provide that. He loved tracing shapes on his husband's skin, the warmth that radiated as he slid them along his back and his sides.

Always in awe of just how soft his husband's skin was and how warm he was, how the inner thighs always felt so silky somehow. How he could let his hands wonder, making the man bow or twitch depending on where his hands traveled over, earning him a glare or a look that could set the world ablaze; a sigh or a soft yet sharp inhale of air. How he could have the man whimpering, squirming, just be brushing his hands over the right spots.

Just thinking about it, just remembering those little movements, had his hands twitching. "Well, I'm right here. Like you said, I'm lucky to be here again."

He grinned when he noticed the little movement drawing his eyes down; he loved watching Shouta bit his lip. It gave him a whole new level of attractiveness that was completely unfair; no man, no person, should be so goddamn hot and yet here Shouta was in the living flesh. He watched his teeth drag over that bottom lip a few times before releasing it and he realized with a little jolt that he was leaning in.

He was tilting towards him without even thinking about it. He started to pull backwards, to pull away and give him space, yet that hand on his cheek moved backwards to press against the back of his head keeping him from continuing his backwards movements. He held himself still when fingers weaved into his hair softly pressing against the back of his head pushing him forward again.

And oh, how his stomach was squeezing excitedly at the sight of those dark eyes glittering at him with the flickers of heat. Flickers of desire. Longing. Want. It was all melding into one look that he found his heart skipping at. "You're right. You are lucky to be back in bed with me. I'm lucky you're here. I may be a bastard but I know when enough is enough. Only one question left to ask."

"And what would that be, baby?"

He looked down watching Shouta lick his lips, leaning forward no without that push prompting him to do so, and his own lips parted instinctively with that familiar tingle; to lean in, to soothe it, to kiss the man silly like he wanted too. Kiss him until they were gasping for air. Until he couldn't help but pull Shouta onto his lap or, even better, swing himself onto the man's lap. It wouldn't be the first or last time he did something like that.

He loved sitting in Shouta's lap about as much as he loved having Shouta in his. "Do you want to kiss me?"

He swooped in those final inches, closing the space between them pressing his lips firmly to Shouta's. And it was fucking good. It was amazing. He could honestly kiss this man for hours; no matter where they were whether it was up on the kitchen counter, in the living room on the couch, or even here on the bed or in the shower, he could kiss this man for hours on end.

He'd never tired of the feel of his full lips, never tire of feeling them move just as eagerly against his own like they were and he was always determined to kiss Shouta until he didn't know up from down, left from right. Kiss him until they truly were gasping for air or Shouta was begging for a break, just five seconds to breathe. And even then, he'd place kisses to his stubble covered face, to his throat, his chest, his neck, his shoulders.

Anywhere and everywhere, he could press his lips against he would. He felt that hand pressing on the back of his head lightly, fingers weaving into his hair dragging nails against his scalp sending shivers down his spine as he instinctively pressed his lips harder, firmer against Shouta earning him a weak little noise from the man. He didn't need to be asked if he wanted to kiss Shouta.

It was a matter of taking his chance, of always wanting to do it, not just in the moment. He was determined to show that to him. Whether it was sex, whether it was kissing, or it was lying in bed twisted together cuddling up together with cheeks pressing against one another as they scrolled through Facebook or TikTok together he would do it. Any time with his husband was time he wanted to spend with him.

He hummed when he felt the hand he'd been holding down in Shouta's lap moving slightly, his lashes trembling as he fought the urge to open them, only for it to click when their fingers weaved together. He wanted to chuckle, to giggle at his husband, but he held that reaction down. He found it heartwarming, unbearably sweet how Shouta would never admit it but always loved to hold his hand whenever he could.

Now was no different even if the sweetness of the action was overshadowed by the urgent movements of their kissing. He'd meant to merely swoop in, give a kiss or two, before pulling back to playfully ask his husband if he wanted to make out instead though that plan obviously died the minute he pressed his lips to Shouta's. He didn't mind one bit, however, as he did want this to begin with.

He settled into the rhythm, the feel of those full lips that honestly felt so much softer and plusher than he remembered them being. How did he forget how his husband's lips felt in one week? How was that possible? He'd been kissing Shouta for fifteen years; how did he not remember how his lips felt? Perhaps, maybe even, it wasn't that he had forgotten but rather his memory didn't hold a flicker to the real thing.

Maybe that was it? He didn't know. He didn't want to know right now, it was for later tonight, when they were laying in bed and he couldn't sleep or something of the sort. Late night thoughts. Oh, but those were dangerous. Just as dangerous as shower thoughts. He hadn't realized he'd been slowing until Shouta was pulling back making him whine as he chased after his lips, pressing his own against Shouta's.

It earned him a few weaker kisses that seemed more placating than anything as Shouta still pulled back. Shivers. His skin felt electric, tingling from head to toe when those black lashes lifted to reveal the heat that positively burned in that gaze. "O-Okay, I think that question is answered."

He barked out a laugh that triggered a snort to leave his husband, a sound he hadn't heard before; it wasn't a scoffing sarcastic one, but rather the type of snort one could associate with laughter. Was his husband a snorter? Oh, that is something to explore later on. Shouta's breaths were a little uneven, nothing wild but definitely faster than the usual pace of his breathing and honestly, Hizashi was no better.

He was eager, excited, at the prospect of kissing his husband more. Of kissing the pale skin of his, a temptation given the hickeys from their romp in the utility room had long since faded and the man was flaunting that chest of his by not wearing a shirt. He was just temptation in its purest form and he wanted to dive right into that temptation and drown in it.

"Want to sit on-?" He didn't need to finish. He didn't even have to ask. He reached up gently pulling the hand from his hair, squeezing his wrist lightly, and happily twisted swinging himself into Shouta's lap where wide eyes peered up at him curiously, surprised even, and he grinned widely at his husband.

"But of course! It is the best seat in the house and I'd be a complete idiot to reject sitting here!" He then tugged his hand from Shouta's in favor of reaching his hands up to cup his red face, stroking his cheeks softly with his thumbs as he leaned in rubbing their noses together and he swore, for just a second, he heard a tiny giggle in the back of his husband's throat.

Of course, it could have been him imagining things too. Shouta didn't giggle unless he was drunk. He pulled back grinning happily at the black-haired man. "I love you, Shouta."

"I love you too, Zashi." He loved how those words were sighed out, arms sliding around his waist hugging him closer and allowing him to sink into his lap as he curled his right arm around his shoulders, using his left hand to pinch a lock of hair near his face and twirl it around his fingers.

His hair was always a little on the dry side, given how his husband tended to skip out on showers most days, but tonight it was soft; silky almost between his fingers from his recent shower after dinner. He loved how it slithered between his fingers. He leaned in peppering kisses on his stubbled cheeks, the blush warm beneath his lips, as he followed the curve of his scar beneath his eye.

Making his way down to his jaw happily making the black-haired man whine quietly as arms tightened around his waist as if to hug him impossibly closer. As if he could drag him beneath his very skin. "Our anniversary is coming up."

"Mhmmmm?"

"Di-Did you want to do something special for it? It falls on a Friday this year and you have your show to do that night."

A Friday? Really? He hummed as he placed a kiss to Shouta's chin softly before pulling back looking at that red face, one of his hands still cupping Shouta's face as he stroked his hot cheek. "Let me see what I can do. I don't like taking days off but if it really falls on a Friday, I'll change things around with the station and I'll absolutely take the night off."

"Zashi-"

"It's our anniversary, Sho. It's not just me taking time off just because or a lazy day I want to take off for the hell of it; it's our wedding anniversary and I want to spend that day with my husband reminiscing with him."

He then kissed the tip of his nose softly leaning down pressing his lips gently to Shouta's getting a soft sigh from the black-haired man when he broke it after a few seconds, rubbing circles into his cheek. He meant it. He truly did. There was no one he wanted to spend that Friday with but Shouta. Why would he want to run around after the school day was over when he wanted to be with Shouta? On their anniversary?

"Hizashi, you don't like taking time off on Fridays and being away from the show. I don't-"

"You're who I want to spend the day and night with, not staying up all night playing music while you lay here alone without me. Besides, I've not taken a break this year yet so they can suck it if they have a problem with me not doing the show one night out of the whole year!"

"Fine. You should do it ahead of time then. The sooner the better rather than springing it on them the beginning of next month." He could hear a little wobble in his husband's voice when he dipped his head down kissing below his jaw softly, continuing to rub those little soothing circles into his cheek gently.

It was like a jolt that he shivered at feeling the hands sliding up beneath his tank top; they were a little chilly somehow despite the warmth of May lightly breezing into the room through their window. How Shouta could be even the tiniest bit cold with the weather steadily heating up he had no damn clue. But he relished in the hands sliding up and down his back with nails lightly dragging once in a while sending another shiver over him.

"Do you have anything you want to do for it? Anything we should plan ahead for?"

"Don't worry, baby, I got it all taken care of! I got us dinner reservations months ago, and I know exactly what we'll do that night! I have everything planned out in meticulous detail, right down to the time I do everything, so all you have to do is just be your handsome self when the time comes."

He felt Shouta shiver, a twitch following after it when he dragged his own nails against the black-haired man's scalp when he leaned in to place the next kiss just beneath his jaw. He moved back up kissing the corner of his lips, pulling back just enough to see them part and see that lower lip tremble just a bit as a fast, shaking breath slid out of him.

"Though we can talk about that later. Much later. It's been a long ass week for both of us, and I have much more interesting things I'd rather do than talk all night long."

"Y-Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He pressed another kiss to the corner of Shouta's lips, face tilting towards him and he moved over just a bit to be in place for that comfortable meeting as he then pressed his lips to the black-haired man's happily and the sigh, he felt brushing over his cheek was something he couldn't help but echo. He buried his hands into those black locks of hair, twisting locks around his fingers.

Using every bit of it, he kissed Shouta passionately as he dared though he was happy to find the emotion returned in kind as they settled into a slow rhythm unlike their urgent kissing from moments ago. It was the best of both words; a slow, smoldering kiss that some how smoldered like those fast, eager ones they shared, and he knew Shouta enjoyed it just as much.

There was a time, a rhythm, for every kiss and every make out session of theirs, an emotion or certain degree of heat to be poured into it until they found the perfect balance like now. He didn't understand how each kiss, each time his lips met his husband's or how each touch could still feel like the first time; how they could never fail to get him jumping in his skin.

To have his heart flying against his chest like it was or how his stomach dropped with that airy fluttering sensation. How did that manage to stay? How could it stay? He had fifteen years to grow accustomed to touching, to kissing Shouta and yet each time was just like that very first time; electric, heated, and exciting. He knew if he were to mention it to Shouta the man would roll his eyes though it would be with fondness.

Knew how it would be with how cliché if he said it out loud to Shouta he knew that Shouta silently agreed. After all, Shouta always acted the way he did with that first kiss; fluttering lashes, the emotions flickering in his dark eyes, his rosy cheeks and trembling hands. He hoped that particular reaction never stopped. That he would always have that effect on his stoic, unreadable and stern husband.

He let out a soft breath, his arms tightening around his shoulders as he lightly dragged his nails over his husband's scalp earning him a soft whine as his lips moved in time with his and he loved that sigh he got from the black-haired man; as if he was suffering, as if he had been in pain and it was being remedied. So cliché were his thoughts. He twitched when he remembered Shouta's hands.

His rough, big hands sliding up his back towards the center making his skin tingle in their wake as he threw himself into the kiss with as much encouragement as he could display. Coaxing. Urging. Requesting he touch more. He loved when those legs and arms squeezed him, loved when they wrapped around him so tightly he could barely move, and yet his hands were unintentionally talented in finding his own erogenous spots.

Always brushing and finding them without even meaning too and his were very obvious from that first time. His sides, his inner thighs, his hips, and even his own neck surprisingly enough and his ears. Being deaf surprisingly made him more aware of his ears, not just his lack of hearing, but they were strangely sensitive and always had been in a very good way.

They had discovered that one day when Shouta and he had been fooling around at Shouta's mother's posh apartment, his mother and step father absent once again, when he'd bitten his earlobe. He still remembered the moan he released that was short of catastrophic. When Shouta had proceeded to abuse that spot over and over, it was only at school did Shouta tell him his mother had gotten calls from the landlord.

Apparently they had wracked up a few noise complaints which lead to the landlord threatening to give her a strike if he continued 'bringing people over and being disgustingly loud'. While his husband had looked embarrassed, he could see the flicker of satisfaction in those dark eyes. As if he was secretly delighting in being a dick to his mother. They always did have a complicated relationship.

Or maybe strained? He didn't care, all he knew was Shouta had pointed out a spot on him that he'd never thought sexualized before. Even after he got his ears pierced, they remained a little tool Shouta liked to use if he ever wanted to fool around. Little things like nipping at the shell of his ear or even biting it softly or blowing directly into his ear when he didn't have his hearing aids in.

He was pulled from his thoughts with a soft moan when hands trailed down his sides sending a wave of tingles rushing straight down to his groin, twitching under the touch as he deepened the kiss. No longer slow, yet not urgent nor eager. A quicker, perhaps even normal pace that Shouta followed happily as those palms rubbed upwards towards his chest making him jerk towards Shouta, his heart hammering at the longing it had gripping his very bones.

The desire that came with it. He didn't even care when a cat jumped up onto the bed, neither did Shouta if he even noticed it, and he pressed lightly against the back of his husband's head as if to keep his face tight to his own. He poured that want, that longing and desire into the kiss and he was surprised by the intensity at which they were returned.

Especially as those hands slid down his sides towards his waist making him squirm beneath them. He wanted nothing more than to return that favor, to trace and find Shouta's own erogenous spots until he was squirming yet he couldn't bring himself to take his hands from the soft locks of hair he twisted around his fingers. He knew they had to be up early tomorrow.

Too be awake for the playdate Eri had with a few friends of hers, but he also didn't want to squander this moment. He didn't want to pull away and say 'enough is enough for tonight' and go to sleep. How could he even think of doing that when he was positively electric? The heat flashing down under his skin? He couldn't. Wouldn't. He knew they'd be up bright and early for Eri as she always had a habit of knocking on their bedroom door in the mornings.

And so that surely, very surely, it meant that maybe it was okay to stay up just a little while longer. He hadn't sped up the kiss nor had he allowed any sense of urgency or rush fill it which is why he let out a soft noise of surprise when he felt Shouta's lips part just enough for the man to deliver a lick to his bottom lip, tracing along the shame of it with the tip of his tongue.

Who was he to deny that? He opened his mouth, that excited little noise he got from Shouta prompting him to meet his tongue with his own happily as he squeezed the locks in his hand tugging lightly making a shiver run over his husband as the usual routine of this type of kiss took place. Twisting, licking, flicking and Shouta's tongue nudging then playing happily with his piercing as his breath sped up in time with Shouta's.

Making sure to rub the bottom of his piercing against his husband's tongue. Listening to it click lightly when it managed to hit someone's teeth. He shivered when hands trailed down his sides again, sliding forwards to squeeze his hips making them jump forward at the tingling pleasure that had his dick twitching. It was fascinating how it seemed to harden almost painfully fast with the rush of blood that he swore had been lazily drifting downwards seemed to gush to get him hard.

As if his body found it imperative every drop went straight down to his dick to get him hard. Shouta wasn't any different. He moaned when fingers drifted over his inner thighs the best, they could given their pressed position and he rolled his hips down against his husband's hard on making the man moan back, much softer than his own, and yet he still heard it.

It was only instinctive how he twisted his tongue, undulating it against Shouta's with that excitement, that lust that was heating his skin gradually and the black-haired man didn't seem to mind it one bit as he returned the emotions. Returned that intensity. His breath was rasping in and out of him, quicker and quicker until it was bordering on panting as he continued rolling his hips down, grinding against Shouta.

The black-haired man was squirming at the pleasure it created. Lips moving against him delightedly, fiercely as those hands grabbed at him as he delighted in rolling his hips. It was only when that cat, the one who had jumped up minutes ago, rubbed up against Hizashi's back with a meow did Shouta break the kiss making him groan as those dark eyes flickered over his shoulder, glazed already with that lustful look he knew so well.

"Ge-Get the cat out!" Shouta breathlessly ordered which he groaned at softly before twisting to climb off of his lap to find Sterling staring up at him with her light blue eyes as he scooped the kitten up into his arms as he then angled himself awkwardly off the bed and carrying the kitten to the doors.

Trying to ignore the rather adorable way she purred against his chest as if to convince him to let her stay. He loved the kitten, loved her very much like all the others, but if she was the one thing that kept him and Shouta from doing anything then she had to be let out a few minutes. He unlocked the doors, sliding it open just enough to lightly toss her into the hallway, then shut the door quickly.

The kitten then turned to release her chirping meow, wide eyes being the last thing he saw before shutting the doors again then locking them. Turning back to Shouta he saw a hesitant look on his face. Like he wanted to say something but didn't want to at the same time. He frowned pushing off the doors, walking towards the bed quickly. "What's wrong?"

"Is- Would you be mad if we didn't have sex tonight?"

That's it? That's what had him looking so hesitant? Like Hizashi would rip his throat out for merely asking an innocent question like that? "Of course not! We don't always have to have sex, Sho! You know that! Don't be scared or worried to tell me if you don't want sex, baby, I understand! Not everyone is in the mood for it all the time! What would you want instead? Do you want anything? Or would you rather just let it go down on its own?"

He swore his husband's cheeks glowed with that blush, the tips of his ears finally tinting a light red from the intensity of his blushing from such a simple question and the man looked down for a second as if debating the questions, his hands fidgeting against his thighs. He pressed his knees to the edge of the bed before climbing up towards his husband.

The man sat back on his heels once he was at his side again waiting for an answer. His husband could take as long as he needed; he wasn't going anywhere any time soon. It was only when those dark eyes raised again, his lashes flicking with the movement, did his heart skip in his chest eagerly. "I- On the list there was something simple. If I remember right i-it was mutual masturbation, right?"

"Yeah!"

"I wouldn't mind doing that. It's simple, easier than full blown sex, and honestly, I think I only have the energy for that. We also have to be up early tomorrow for Eri's playdate and I just don't think sex before that is smart and I really don't-"

"Shouta." He reached out touching that hot cheek again as he smiled at his husband, stroking his cheekbone gently prompting those eyes to flick towards him again. "You don't have to justify yourself to me. You don't have to rationalize a thing. If you want to just masturbate with me, then we will. If you don't want sex, then we won't have it. You don't have to justify or explain yourself to me when I understand, baby."

"Mmmh, I still feel bad. I don't want you to think I don't want you like that."

"Baby, I know you do! I never have a shred of doubt that you don't want me! You just don't need to explain if you want sex! Simple as that!"

"Really? Are you really sure, Zashi?"

"Baby, don't worry about me being mad because masturbating with you, feeling good with you, is all I care about no matter what we do! If it's sexual then it's sexual but anything with you feels good and if masturbating with me tonight makes you feel good even a bit, then we'll do it. I don't care what we do, I don't even care if it's sex because it doesn't matter."

"Zashi-"

"Shouta, let's just do what we do, yeah? So, don't look so worried! Now, how do you want to do this? Have you thought about it? Or any ideas?"

Those eyes widened at him, as if he was taken aback by his words, and his lips parted with a quiet breath while he stroked his cheek bone gently again and again while he smiled softer at his husband who then shifted in place, sitting up straight then rolling to his knees. He really did look adorable sometimes; with those wide eyes, his rosy cheeks.

Even the soft yellow light of the lamp creating a soft warm look to his husband all created that image of an adorably determined man. If one didn't look down at his hard-on, you'd think he was about to give a lecture or some kind. A determined way of speaking that would leave one motivated. "We- ah, shit, I don't know! I don't- I 've never done this with anyone before and I don't think the night with the dildo counts as I was doing it alone. I-Is there something you'd want to do? I don't-"

"Well, we can look at porn again! Or read smut! Or look at pictures together!"

He didn't want his husband getting flustered thinking too much about it. He knew his husband was easy to embarrass, knew he didn't really think much and yet he wanted to help by spitting out any suggestion he could that would help his husband think of something he'd want to do. Though he could tell by the look on his face that all three of his options were absolutely out of the question, making him laugh softly.

He then raised his other hand up to squish his husband's cheeks, making him glare. "Okay, okay! So, none of those appeal to you, I gotchu! How about we just keep doing what we were doing? And then when we want, we just sit across from each other or next to each other and go to town on ourselves? I can talk to you too, if that'd help! I know you love it when I talk dirty to you, so I can talk to you while we do it if you want?"

"This feels weird."

When Shouta mumbled the words due to the squish of his cheeks, he found himself giggling at how pouty the man looked now, erasing that determined yet adorable image he'd had moments ago and rather looked like a teenager who was being told he had to go to a family function against his will. He then dropped his hands when that glare intensified but he could see the interest glinting there.

The curiosity of how this could go. He let his hands drift along his jaw tilting his face up from where it had lowered just a bit before sliding his hands down to his chest as he shifted forward a few inches on his knees making his husband's breath hitch in. "I don't think in the fifteen years we've been together we've actively masturbated with each other. What if it's weird?"

"And what if it's not?"

He saw the little shiver run down Shouta as he lowered his voice; that perfect pitch that wasn't quite a whisper but as smooth as he could make it, pitched deep enough with just a little help from his quirk as he stared at Shouta who stared at him with that lustful look clawing to the surface again. "What if it's hot as hell? I've said it before, baby, but you can get me off like no other can. If you made videos, I'd watch them religiously; I'd have no need for Pornhub or any other website like it!"

"Shut up!"

"It's true! I'd have everything I need and I can attest that the sight of you touching yourself? It's hot, it's very, very hot and I like it. Only, I don't think you've ever really seen me touching myself before, have you? I mean other than rubbing through my pants but you know what I mean!"

Hesitantly shaking his head, Hizashi smiled when Shouta shifted. There was a little disbelieving, awed look to his husband's flushed face as those black lashes fluttered when his gaze flickered around restlessly. As if he couldn't believe him. As if he didn't know how to start this for them. He smiled softly then, reaching up to touch those hot cheeks softly. Holding that beloved face so tenderly and he saw the affection in those dark eyes.

The way his husband melted and tipped his face ever so slightly into his hands. He then stroked those red cheeks softly, humming softly when he let his smile hitch up a little higher for Shouta. "How about I start first? And you can jump in if you want to and when you feel confident enough?"

"Are-" He smirked at the crack in Shouta's voice as he stopped speaking, clearing his throat and swallowing before he started speaking. "Are you sure?"

"One thousand percent! After all, I'm the sexiest blonde you know, better than all those blonde's on Pornhub you've probably looked at in your life time, aren't I? I know you only looked at those videos because they remind you of me but I want you to know right now you have the real thing. You don't need a carbon copy or another blonde when I'm right here, willing to do anything you want."

He let his fingers drift over Shouta's nipples, watching another shiver run over his husband as his eyes dropped down to his hands and he let his smirk deepen as he fanned his fingers outwards covering his areolas before pinching the nipples between his index and middle fingers tightly. An awkward way to do it but it pulled a low moan from Shouta when he pinched tightly before shifting his hands to circle his thumbs around his nipples happily.

"Just because you're a bottom and just because you may be submissive when we play with BDSM doesn't mean you can't tell me when you want something. Especially when you want to see something, Shouta. I'll do anything you want, absolutely anything, you only need to say the word. Okay?"

"Okay!"

"Good."

He then leaned forward kissing that stubble softly, enjoying the scratch against his lips and face as he moved over to the corner of his lips again feeling them part as he pressed down against the hard nipples beneath his thumbs making his husband whine lightly. "You know, I still remember that time your mother was flipping her shit because a magazine of hers went missing. Remember?"

He grinned against his husband's hot cheek at the sharp inhale he got. How could Shouta forget it? How could he ever forget it? It was a rather awkward situation in their youth as Shouta's mother shrieked and demanded to know where it was. Apparently there was some deal or item she wanted in it but Shouta had merely denied he ever had it. His face growing redder and redder with every minute that passed by with the scrutiny of his mother. Of him being there.

There was no way his husband forgot about it. No way at all. Especially not what happened afterwards. When he himself found the magazine Shouta's mother had been demanding viciously from his step-father and him. It had been awful when Shouta's little half-sister, Suki, had come home to the ranting and raving of the siblings mother. He hadn't breathed a word to Shouta's mother but the moment he saw it? Oh, how could he forget about it?

"Yeah, you know what I'm talkin' about! Even though by that point you had all the porn at your disposal on your phone, on your laptop, you snagged one of her magazines in the mail and hid it under your bed! I know that because I saw it! You didn't hide it good and I took it out because I was curious. It was the smuttiest fucking magazine I'd ever seen and you know what the kicker was? The real ironic thing?"

He got a low moan from his husband. "They were all blonde's, Shouta! You really have a thing for'em, didn't you?"

"Mmmnn, I- It's- I didn't th-think we'd ever end up together! And I just wanted-!" When Shouta cut himself off, he leaned in kissing his lower lip softly when he then tugged at his nipples, nipping playfully at his husband's lip earning himself a whimper from the black-haired man when he pulled his hands from his chest, leaning backwards himself.

"You just what? Wanted to look at blondes in a magazine and think of me? Watch those videos and think of it being us? Is that what you did?" He shifted down into a sitting position, leaning back onto his hands as he smirked up at his husband. "Even if we didn't end up together, I still think you have a thing for blondes, baby! You tell Toshi no loud blonde's and yet he ended up with three of them despite your warnings!"

"I-It didn't- Nothin' to be done about it, Zashi!"

"You know, I think even though you're not blood related, a thing for blondes runs in the family, huh? Too bad I don't care for blondes myself; too dumb for me." He then lifted a foot lightly tapping it on Shouta's chest before trailing it down his stomach all be it a bit clumsily.

The shudder he got from his husband as those dark eyes burned at him when he pressed his toes lightly into his stomach was positively thrilling. Far to flattering for his own good as he smirked at Shouta. Feeling those muscles quivering beneath his foot when he slid it a touch lower. Pitching his voice lower for his husband, knowing he would eat it up.

"T-Too dumb, huh?"

"Yeah! I always liked'em dark. I love me a good brunette though the darker the better! You should count yourself lucky, baby, that I didn't run off with Nemuri, the dark haired beauty she is, when I had the chance! Lucky for both of us that you caught my eye the second you walked into class. That you won over my heart in the sports Festival the way you did."

"Is-Isn't it insulting to call blondes dumb when you are one?"

He chuckled at the breathless question, lightly drifting his foot over the bulge straining against his pajama bottoms and he'd bet anything his husband was positively dripping in his boxers. Bet there'd be a wet spot if he looked. He wasn't much better, the material of his shorts was thin, much thinner than he'd like but they were comfortable and honestly?

Honestly, they were cute as hell. He liked wearing shorts and tank tops to bed, though there was nothing better than going to bed naked with Shouta. Skin to skin, the warmth unbearable beneath the sheets. God, that was always a good night and it happened frequently in the summer time when their air conditioner didn't keep up with the coolness. "I th-thought blondes hated being called dumb?"

"Nope! I'd say it's like calling yourself a twink or if someone tried to call you gay when you already know you're gay; it holds no weight when it comes from yourself! I can call blondes dumb all I want as I also can be pretty dumb and you know it!" He then tilted his head feeling his hair swing with the motion, dark eyes flying up as if to catch that little change, and he felt a wave of heat rush up to his cheeks despite himself.

"Mmmm, yeah! Yeah you can! Askin' me all those stupid questions!"

He felt his hands twitch; he didn't want to jump right into it, he didn't want to spook his husband, but he wanted to just touch himself already to ease some of that longing. To ease the ache that was gripping his bones tightly to do something already. "Although I bet you like'em dumb, don't you, baby? I know I like'em dark, like I said, but I also like'em mean. Like a viper, dark and vicious. God, I could tell you 'bout all the times you were such a dick and I jerked off to it at home! I swear, the meaner you were the better it was, baby!"

"Re-Really?"

"Mhmmm, you were so fucking mean all the time and it was fucking amazing! Why do you think I liked pissing you off so much? I liked seeing you mad, I liked when you were mean and I fucking loved when you yelled at me sometimes! Even now I can really love it!"

A mean, angry Shouta really was a turn on for him; he wondered if his husband knew how back then his quirk would activate when he got angry. How his eyes would glow viciously with that angry slit-eyed look, his lip curling back as his brows came together and even the way his hair slithered up from his shoulders. God, he loved it, even now. Ah, fuck it! They were going to masturbate together, so why hesitate now?

it was called 'mutual masturbation' for a damn reason! Clearly it wouldn't matter if he touched himself now, right? He didn't know why he felt strangely self-conscious as his hand raised then fell awkwardly for a second before he felt confident in his choice and swallowed as he pressed his hand against his crotch letting out a low groan when those dark eyes flickered down. He swore Shouta wheezed with how fast his breath flew out.

"Di-Did you know when you're pissed sometimes your quirk kicks on? It's fucking hot, you have no damn clue! I-I can't even look at you in public when it happens, it's too much for me, baby!"

"Does it?"

Oh, if he thought his husband's voice was breathless before then right now it sounded like he was speaking with no air. Like it was all rushing out still, having yet to take a new breath, and he shivered at the wheeze to his words as those dark eyes remained locked on his hand. He could see Shouta's hands twitch as he gripped fistfuls of his pajama bottoms in his hands, bunching the fabric up causing the waistline to slip down just a bit on his hips from the pull and his own breath hitched at the sight.

He honestly thought he'd just talk dirty, come up with the wildest shit he could but what was coming out was the truth. He couldn't come up with fake scenarios or anything of the sort, he just blurted out the little things in his mind. Anything he could possibly say he would use. "I always knew y-you were some kind of pervert, now you're just confirming that! You got o-off on me being mad? Why do you always seem so hurt when you t-think I am now?"

"Because! Because we're together and if you're mad at me you ignore me more than you did when we were teens but it's still so fucking attractive! Even your pouts are fucking adorable as shit! You're a mean little fucker but I love it!"

He didn't want to jump right into rubbing; not yet. He instead chose a kneading motion, twitching at the pleasure that shot through him with the action, low and heated like a burst under his skin that pooled right into his stomach making him hotter as he let out a soft, humming moan as he let his legs spread wider. Twitching apart as if he needed to give a better view to his husband who was locked onto him with such heat, such intensity that it had him shivering under the look.

"Mmm, you're such a dick but I know how to control that, don't I? All I gotta do is break out the cane and paddle and you'll be nice as shit afterwards, won't you?"

"Yes! Yes, I will!" He gripped at the sheets as Shouta squirmed on his knees, a whimpering tone as he seemed in favor of watching Hizashi more than touching himself but he knew he would; it was only a matter of time.

He'd do it, he just needed to get coaxed into it and Hizashi knew how to do it. He knew what he could say, what he could DO that would relax his husband enough to join him but for now he just needed to be patient with him. There was no rush, no 'quick, quick get it done' as there was with the washer sex. Tonight it was late, it was warm, and there was no need to fly through it.

He didn't like rushing sex anyhow; he didn't like to rush a sexual encounter and he liked to take his time with it. "I'll be so nice! Y-You like when I'm mean but the same g-goes for you! Sometimes you're just so f-fucking stupid it's such a turn on, like the one-time y-you asked me how to say tortilla? God, you're so fucking stupid sometimes and so damn clueless it's frustrating but I l-love it! I li-like'em dumb like you said earlier!"

Wow. Wow, wow, wow. Wow! He hit the nail on the head a few minutes ago, didn't he? He wanted to laugh, to cackle and throw his head back with the victorious claim that he'd guessed right; that his husband liked dumb blondes. But that could be later, when they were done. He could do it all he liked tomorrow and he would easily accept any teasing Shouta wanted to throw his way.

Happily, accept it. He pressed down harder with his kneading, a moan flying out of him as he fought the urge to let his head fall back, his hips twitching under his hand as his toes curled tightly. "Mmmm, so you like that shit? M-Maybe I should play it up more often for you! Since you like it so f-fffucking much! God, I'm a stupid bitch, aren't I?"

"You are! You're such a dumbass bitch but it's f-fine!" It was exciting, it was absolutely satisfying, watching Shouta's twitching right hand release its tight grip on the fabric of his pajama's to finally shift over towards the bulge of his erection and pressed his fingers against it in a similar motion Hizashi was doing.

He honestly couldn't say who moaned louder, him or Shouta. He continued his own kneading motion for a few seconds longer, squeezing with just enough pressure to have his hips buck up against his hand before moving his hand in the rubbing he'd wanted earlier and his hips jumped up eagerly when he heard another, louder moan leave his husband.

It sent heat and chills through him, somehow at the same time and he whined loudly at the sensation as he twitched. "Nngh! Ah, you're so fucking stupid, so stupid, but you're my dumbass! You ne-never did have any shame, too stupid for it! Mmmm, yo-you're shameless!"

"Yes, I am, baby! Someone has to be!"

He needed to kick it up a bit. He needed- wanted to be dirtier with his words, he wanted to make Shouta positively squirm and give him what he needed verbally if he wasn't giving it physically; he could do that. He would do that. He whined as he rubbed at himself, twitching with a wave of pleasure when he pressed down harder and while he definitely wanted to do it faster. However, he forced his hand so slow down in favor of long rubs that had hips jumping up eagerly as he moaned out.

"Ahhh, fuck! Shit, I co-could watch you touch yourself all day! If I could I'd fuck you a-all over this house, I'd even find a way to get us on the ceiling and fuck you there! Ju-Just like with our apartment, I'd fuck you so hard you were screaming for more an-and make you cum so many times y-you're begging for a break! Mmmmnnn, you're so pretty when I fuck you! So, f-ffucking pretty! I love making a mess out of you!"

"Yes! Yes! I'd l-let you! Ahhhhnn, yes! I want you to! Ju-Just fuck me wherever! I lo-love it when you d-do! When you j-just bother me for no reason! Nnngh!"

He didn't want to seem impatient, didn't want to seem like he was rushing it at all but his hands were positively itching to just get his shorts down as his mind insisted the fabric was too constraining even if they were the loosest things he wears and yet he was getting off hard. On who's words, his own or Shouta's, he didn't know. It all blended together into a lovely haze, a swirling mess of heat that had him rutting up against his hand as he rubbed at his twitching erection.

He opened his eyes, unaware of when he'd done so to find that the black-haired man had also abandoned his kneading rhythm. His hand fast, rubbing against himself with little whimpers leaving him in between those moans that seemed to be increasing in intensity when he let his gaze flick towards their open bedroom window. Did he remember? Did he- Oh.

Oh! He could use that, another helpful nudge to get Shouta off faster. Something to help get him a little closer. "B-Baby, the window!"

"Wha' 'bout it?"

Shudders. He loved when his husband was so lost in his own world, so lost in his own lust he slurred out his words on a moan like that and he whimpered under his breath as he rubbed at himself though it was nowhere near as fast as Shouta's pace though the sight of it was as erotic as anything. Though he had a feeling Shouta was going to love this more.

"Th-The windows open! And you're being so loud, don't you know s-sound carries easy in the summer too? If anyone came out right now, they'd hear you through the window!" Bam. He hit it straight on given the loud moan his husband gave, watching those hips buck forward eagerly and he fought to keep the satisfied smirk off of his lips. He wanted to tease his husband, just a little more, and by doing that he needed to play innocent. Just for a few minutes. "I-I can close it, baby! That way no one hears you s-so easily! Mmmm! They'll hear both of us! He-Hear it cle-clearly with it open like that!"

The next moan that flew out of his husband was just as loud though its pitch rose high, shivers running down his spine at the sound as he released a helpless moan himself as he twitched at the gasp his husband gave that sounded like he was drowning; like he needed air as desperately as he needed to get off. He moved his hand up, shoving at his shorts awkwardly with his available hand, raising his hips off the bed with an annoyed growl when he couldn't get them off.

It was much harder with one hand than he initially thought it'd be. It was this struggle that made itself clear did Shouta to lean forward grabbing the waistline of his boxers and shorts tugging them down to his thighs. He wanted to say something, show his thanks, yet the words jumbled together and came out to groan his appreciation instead. Fuck, his boxers weren't going back on; they weren't soaked but they were damp, a bit sticky from the pre-come that had dripped onto the fabric and he'd be disgustingly idiotic to wear them to bed.

At least his shorts seemed to be somewhat spared. How loud their rasping breaths were, so painfully loud only unlike his easy to embarrass husband the sound absolutely sent electricity down his spine. He loved it. It was only when his husband's panting turned into words did he focus his attention eagerly on what the man could possibly have to say. What would he say to something like that?

"Y-You- Mmm! You don't ha-have to shut it! The- Nnngh! There's no one u-up! I-I-I don't-!"

"You don't know that! O-Our light's on too! Anyone c-could see in and he-hear us! Won't you s-spare your husband that embarrassment?"

He had never seen Shouta push his own pants down faster, never heard him whimper louder or shudder harder but he loved it. His husband was falling apart with a few words, a few suggestive sentences, and he was melting away into a puddle of arousal. He was panting raggedly, excitedly himself as he finally wrapped his fingers around his erection and settling on a quick rhythm as he looked down instinctively at the same motion of his husband's hand.

It was addicting. He swore he would never, ever grow tired of watching Shouta touch himself. It was a sight he could eat up, a sight he could still gawk at with all the interest and fascination in the world as if it was his first time seeing it. He moaned loudly at that thought, his husband echoing the sound as if his own thoughts were copying his own train of thought.

He then realized with a jolt that Shouta had actually never seen him touch himself like this before. This was his husband's first time seeing it. He smiled crookedly at his husband prompting those dark eyes to flicker up as he squeezed his erection causing his smile to drop as he whimpered before speaking. "Yo-You like that? Like the thought of s-someone hearing and seeing? Of watching me tou-touch myself? You like it?"

"Yesss! Yes! Mmmnnn ah! Ah, love it! Nnn, I love wa-watching y-you touch yourself! Ne-Never thought it'd be- Ahh! Haah haah, so ffffucking hot! I- Mmm!" He shivered at the way his husband's words pitched from a moan or a cry, cresting and falling wildly making him whimper quietly again as he moved his hand quickly, pausing once he neared the head to rub his thumb against the leaking slit smearing pre-come across the head of erection as he panted.

He moaned when he rubbed at the slit again, his hips rutting up into his hand as Shouta groaned loudly making him shiver once again at the sound. He wanted to say something, anything, yet the words eluded him. He couldn't pin down a single word, couldn't force his vocal cords nor his mouth work with his mind that was already so very hazy that it was a wonder he'd been talking this whole damn time.

He tugged his brows together, his throat drying out due to the wild, ragged panting as his jaw hung down and for the life of him, he couldn't think to shut his mouth to swallow to soothe that dry sensation as his lashes trembled with a fast blink and it was hard to open them again. So very hard. He forced them open, his brows coming together tightly on his forehead.

Ignoring the little smudges of fog along the underside and upper portions of his glasses that was threatening to spread outwards faster with the heat and the sheet of sweat on his face. He didn't mind it at the moment, so long as it didn't threaten to impede the sight before him any time soon then he could ignore it. He was honestly grateful that his husband brought it up.

That he requested the mutual masturbation tonight and he wondered, for just one moment, if Shouta would do this more. If he'd want to do it again at some time. He'd wanted to do this the night Shouta had gone to town on himself, had wanted too so badly but held himself back until his husband was passed out on his side of the bed, curled on his side.

But this? This was so much better. To be an active participant in something sexual together but without touching one another? It was hot. Impossibly hot. He whined out, the pitch trembling on its way out as he bit at his bottom lip fiercely watching those dark eyes flare at him as his hips bucked upwards in a fast rhythm that matched his hand perfectly.

He shivered at the moan it awarded him from his husband. Those words, words he'd said and words Shouta had said, all seemed to mingle and swing together in his head until he was unsure of who said what. Until he didn't care who said what because it was all deliciously arousing. He squeezed his twitching erection briefly, the pressure making him groan loudly as he thrusted upwards into his still hand eagerly before sliding his hand up to the head again.

Squeezing his fist around it, rubbing his palm against it with a whimper flying from Shouta yet he couldn't focus on it. He was fascinated by how fast Shouta's hand was flying up and down his erection eagerly, the pre-come being wiped away each time his hand came upwards. How it curved ever so often as his left hand finally released its tight hold on his pajama bottoms.

Sliding up towards his chest rubbing his thumb against a hardened nipple. He moaned at the sight, his hips bucking eagerly as he slid his hand from the head back to its stroking rhythm as he stared between his husband's hands. He wanted to do the same; he wanted to copy the image, give his husband something to really look at but the way those dark eyes seemed to devouring each and every little movement of his made him feel like he was just as fascinating as any image.

More arousing than any video Shouta might have looked at in his life. He felt desirable. Like he really was someone attractive to his husband, holding one hundred percent of his lust and desire without even trying. His gaze fell on Shouta's mouth; hanging open much like his own with those fast breaths but the tingle, the urge to roll up onto his knees made itself abundantly clear.

He wanted to kiss Shouta. He wanted to kiss him until they came and he wanted to do it now. He couldn't not kiss the man who was staring at him so shamelessly that it had him shaking. He pulled his hand from his erection, shifting his legs in order to push himself up onto his knees as those dark eyes watched him eagerly, the excitement in his husband positively infecting him.

Especially when he reached out with the hand he'd used to prop himself backwards to cup the back of Shouta's neck. He could feel the sweat forming there beneath his heavy hair, knowing his neck was no better along with his back beneath his tank top, and he tugged Shouta towards him as he leaned forward as he used his other hand to grip his erection again to resume the stroking once again.

It was only made perfect, electrifyingly arousing when he pressed his lips happily to Shouta's feeling the man's lips moving immediately against his own with a moan that he couldn't help but echo. He squeezed his neck tightly as he moved his lips eagerly, urgently as he panted through his nose shakily feeling similar breaths fanning against his hot cheek and he was determined, utterly determined, to get there.

He parted his lips, moaning out in a much higher pitch than he intended when Shouta licked at his lips eagerly making the movement a touch sloppy but he didn't mind. How could he? He tangled his tongue with Shouta's, twisting and licking at the muscle with his own as his husband seemed content with memorizing the ball of his piercing and flicking at it playfully which he squirmed at.

Focusing again, he made sure to rub the bottom ball against his husband's tongue when he could. How such a kiss could morph down into a lustful, desperately eager and painfully urgent type of kiss he would never know and would never not be mesmerized by it. He could already feel saliva gathering at the corner of his lips as he moved his tongue viciously, urgently against Shouta who moaned into his mouth making him shiver.

He stroked himself quickly, squeezing and curving his hand in the similar manner Shouta had been earlier. He which he knew before just how fucking good something like this could. He wished he knew, wished they'd been doing this the whole time! He groaned when Shouta's teeth were coming down on his bottom lip in a sharp, harsh bite that had pain radiating outwards before those lips open again to happily meet his tongue again without missing a single beat.

His orgasm, a quiet little whisper in the back of his mind, was swelling forward pushing every thought in his mind to the side, formed like a knot in his stomach as his muscles tensed and flexed sporadically with the eagerness that came with it. The moan from Shouta, high and shaking on its way out, had shivers running down his spine when something, something specific, urged him to open his eyes.

God, he didn't know what and he couldn't pinpoint what prompted him to do so, if some change had taken place or what, but his lashes trembled as he fought against the urge to keep them shut. He got them open a crack to find even in such proximity those dark eyes locked on him. He couldn't have controlled the pitch, the frequency, of his moan even if he knew what it would come out as and it had Shouta flinching.

The kiss broke just in time for that droplet of drool to escape the corner of his mouth down his chin slowly. He could see a similar line trailing down the right side of Shouta's lips, another little bead trembling in the left side and it prompted him to lean forward instinctively to lick it away pulling a moan from his husband as he squeezed his erection that was throbbing against his palm with the growing orgasm.

He then decided to give his husband a sprinkle of temptation; he tilted his head backwards offering up his neck. He didn't care about hickeys, with or without his directional speaker, and even if he didn't wear it to work one day, he wouldn't give a single fuck what anyone said. He loved getting hickeys, he loved bite marks left by his husband, and he loved the long moan it pulled out of Shouta who leaved forward pressing his open mouth to his throat.

It sent shudders down his spine as he whined loudly, the pitch again making the black-haired man wince and even his hearing aids whined at the feedback of such a loud noise. He'd let Shouta place as many hickeys, as many bites, as he desired on him if it kept making that pleasure rise higher in him until it was positively burning in his very veins as his hand flew up and down his erection.

Teeth bite into the skin, a harsh suction on his skin, and his eyes were rolling back as he jolted under the slight pain of the teeth digging into his skin. He moaned again though he could hear the new frame of their wedding picture rattle lightly form the sound and he had to shut his mouth, bite his bottom lip fiercely to muffle the sound less he pops the lights for a third time.

Shouta wouldn't be happy about it. Just because they'd sound proofed the room didn't mean glass couldn't break in the room and he refused to break the lights and really piss the man off. He sucked in a sharp breath through his nose, muffling the moan in his throat the best he could as his teeth dug into his lip painfully as his husband's mouth moved to a new spot on his throat.

Just a few inches next to his Adam's Apple and he felt his orgasm cresting up overshadowing every little thing. The teeth in his skin, the harsh, frantic sucking of his husband's mouth against his skin as the man moaned higher, higher against his throat as if he couldn't control his pitch any more than Hizashi could and his teeth dragged painfully over his bottom lip as his jaw dropped with a heaving, scratchy gasp.

He was drowning under the force of his oncoming orgasm, his thighs twitching apart instinctively on the sheets as his knees dug into the mattress, his hips thrusting to meet the movements of his hand as he strangled the yowling wail that wanted to break out of him as he knew it would hurt his husband's ears but he couldn't-! "Fuck!"

The word hissed out of him, underneath his breath with that next inhale ad he was jerking, jolting as the teeth sank in harder to his throat making his hissed word disappear under the loud moan, he had no hopes of holding back. The picture on the wall rattled again, quietly, as his hips thrusted faster, frantically into his hand as he slid it down to the base squeezing, kneading at himself as his orgasm washed over him.

He could hear his husband moaning, twitching no doubt, yet he couldn't even straighten his head enough to look; to SEE what he wanted to see. All that he could process, all he wanted to feel, was the white-hot heat of his orgasm throbbing through him making his muscles flex and tighten before they trembled under the force of it and then, then, then it was gone.

It was like a bolt of lightning, hot and fast, through him as he gasped unaware of when his eyes had rolled back under the force of it until he was forcing his fluttering eyelids to open again. He stared up at the ceiling above him as he panted raggedly as his husband's moans choked off. He felt the teeth leaving his skin, the breaths against his throat just as ragged, uneven as his own when he straightened his head to look at his husband who looked like he didn't even know where he was in the moment.

Uncomprehendingly staring at him with that glaze to his eyes until black lashes fluttered with a few fast blinks before they ultimately flicked downwards. His chest was heaving quickly, much like Hizashi's, and he looked down unable to fight a little moan at the come he saw sliding just a bit down his husband's stomach. It wasn't until Shouta's fingers pinched then pulled at the hem of his shirt did he tear his eyes away from the sight on his husband's stomach when the man panted out his words.

"Yo-You have cum on your shirt."

"Mmm, d-don't matter. 's just a shirt, I ca-can wash it."

"W-Would you want help with that?"

Ahhhhh, okay! He knew exactly where Shouta was going with this! He could see the little sparkle in those glazed eyes, the smile twitching at the corner of his husband's lips and he leaned in kissing the tip of his nose. "M-Maybe. Let's just fo-focus on cleaning up, eh? And I-I'll cuddle you all night long. H-How 'bout that?"

That twitching of his husband's lips curled into a small smile as he struggled to catch his breath and the hand he'd been using to toy with his nipple reached up to touch his cheek lightly. His fingers were shaking, gentle against his hot cheek, and he tilted his head towards that hand happily as he waited for the response. The response he knew that he would get yet never failed to make his excitement flicker through him.

"S-Sounds good to me."