Fifty Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

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

24. Again and Again

A rope.

Vibrators.

The lube, the condoms, the wipes.

Fast, excited breaths.

When Shouta had decided what he wanted, the very thing that had intrigued him since he saw it written on the list the first time when he'd been writing his own down, he'd loved how those green eyes flared at him. How the lashes had quivered lightly for a wide-eyed look, a soft pink blush that had spread across his husband's cheeks throwing those faint freckles into focus and how his jaw had dropped slightly giving him such an awed, hopeful look it made him want to laugh.

Then and now. Hizashi was always willing to play along, was always willing to dive in, and so when he rolled over to his husband Sunday night did he feel confident to say it. With his arms curled around his shoulders and hands in those silky blonde locks, his leg hitched over the blonde's waist as they laid on their sides was how he voice his choice. He had gotten it out between fervent, fierce kisses that he knew would only serve to keep him awake.

Which wasn't the best given he needed to let him sleep like he needed before the school week but once he'd vocalized his choice the blonde had jumped eagerly on it. It was very easy to come up with a game plan once he'd said those words; 'Hizashi, I want to try the forced orgasms'. The blonde had dived into research, into contacting professionals, watching videos, making notes.

Shouta was the same any time he had a moment free that was eaten up by teaching, by his patrols, by training with Hitoshi or caring for Eri. They searched, read up, and made many notes on a shared Google Document together until Thursday morning they went over what they had each gathered until they had a solid, very firm plan on what they would do. What they both wanted to indulge in.

Naturally, it would be in the tone of a BDSM scene meaning Shouta would of course give in and sink into his submissive role easily while Hizashi controlled everything. All Shouta would need to do was focus on his orgasms, focus on his colors, focus on paying attention to his body and make sure to voice any concerns at any moment. All Hizashi had to do was ensure to help him reach his orgasms and keep a watchful eye over him.

It would be controlled, it would be meticulous but it would also be hot, it would be exciting and he knew they both were going to have that night be what they that would look forward to the most. They planned for it on Saturday; when Eri was out with Nemuri, when Hitoshi would be staying out with Denki before coming home at midnight like they'd expected, and they'd do it early an hour or so after dinner.

Give them time to ease into it, if they so wish, and spend HOURS with this play. It was so easy to see everything written out, to discuss how they would go about it on Saturday night, like it was some kind of manuscript to a play; the roles being cast, the lines to be rehearsed for the beginning of their scene. The excitement that had been building up all week long was infectious; it vibrated in the air, choking, strangling and unbearably intense when he and Hizashi came home after work.

It wasn't exactly something that could be done at the dorms; he refused for anyone to possibly overhear them somehow and he knew that Nezu would KILL them if even he caught them. And so, when they woke on Saturday, he tried his best to go about his usual routine. Feed the cats, change out of his costume, watch Bluey with Eri until Nemuri came to pick up the girl and then it was a matter of Hitoshi leaving by the time Hizashi came home from his patrol.

He'd tried to focus on dinner for the both of them, standing at the counter drumming his shaking fingers on the counter top until arms had inevitably slid around his waist and a warmth breath against his shoulder had him forgetting all about making a meal for the both of them. Unbearable, nearly nauseating excitement that had him shaking, shaking, shaking.

It had only taken a few kisses that trailed up to his neck and the hands sliding along his waist up under his shirt and he was done. How could he want to eat when he had Hizashi standing behind him just as excited? Just as eager to do it? And so it had only taken one mere suggestion, one little question phrased just right, and he was whirling in the blonde's arms being yanked up into them where his husband then flew across the kitchen like it had been set ablaze right to the little hallway.

They flew right into their bedroom where he was planted on the bed with such a kiss that absolutely sizzled down to his veins. It took them minutes, him fumbling with his clothes and Hizashi struggling to get the key into the lock for their drawer but they were getting there as he happily stood at the foot of the bed allowing himself to be twisted and turned when the blonde draped the rope around his chest.

He had asked for it, after all, yet he couldn't tell who shook harder; him or Hizashi. It had taken much longer to get the rope around him, knotted against his skin and his hands tied behind his back as well connecting it to the handmade harness that bit lightly into his chest but the moment it was done? He was floating. He was dizzy, exhilarated and falling backwards into that addicting subspace that had him positively floating in his own body with no tethers.

He loved it. It's where he sat now, on the edge of the bed with his feet fidgeting and his legs shaking much like the rest of him as Hizashi hummed quietly fiddling with the toys in the drawer before snapping the drawer shut with his hip turning to him with two vibrators, his collar in hand, and he felt his excitement screeching through the euphoric, dizzy sensation.

They just needed to start. He was ready, he was far past it, and yet Hizashi squatted down in front of him after placing the vibrators along with his collar down next to the lube and condoms, his hands then pressing against his knees then stroking up the length of his trembling thighs. Those green eyes burned up at him, lashes fluttering in fast blink, and yet he was squirming when the fingers curled towards his inner thighs.

He swallowed as those eyes flicked down then up at his face again. "How are you doing, kitten? Anything too tight?"

He had to fight the urge to wail out, to scream the single word flying through his mind. Finally. He swallowed harshly to keep that excited scream down when he took a breath through his nose that shook before he trusted himself to speak. "I-I'm fine. Not too tight, not too loose."

"Good. You want your collar on this time?"

He swore he'd snap his own neck with how fast he nodded but it earned him a smile from the blonde who picked up his collar reaching up and he shivered at the cool leather, the frigid metal of that heart in the center, pressing against his skin as the little buttons snapped into place against the nape of his neck. He was flying away; he was foggy, dazed, and he wasn't sure he'd be able to answer cohesively the next time he was expected to provide one.

It took so much concentration to keep from screaming at his husband excitedly just moments ago, eager to have the hands on him, and if this new state he sank into had anything to say it'd be difficult to answer. He shivered when lips pressed to the center of that heart, right against his Adam's Apple and he whimpered low, in the back of his throat though he knew it would impossible for his husband NOT to hear it being so close.

He then pulled back having those burning eyes on him again, his own skin positively ripping with wave after wave of sizzling heat just below the surface that had his toes curling tightly against the carpet. He knew what he asked for, he knew what to expect, yet the excitement was eating him alive and leaving him shaking as he sat there leaning forward eagerly towards his husband.

The blonde then pulled away after placing a few more of those soft, fluttering kisses against his throat. Hands were on his thighs again, sliding up and down comfortingly when he straightened his head to meet those burning green eyes of his.

"Do you remember our agreement? Our rules for tonight?" He nodded in a fast, jerking motion again only for the blonde to click his tongue at him. "Out loud, kitten. You know you need to answer me verbally, if you can. I want to hear you say it back to me."

"Color system. Green good, yellow unsure and red stop." Was that really his voice? So dreamy and faint to his own ears? So utterly breathless when they hadn't done a damn thing yet?

"Our safe word?"

"Emerald!"

"And what's your color right now, kitten?"

"Green."

"Good boy! Such a good boy, aren't you? Daddy's good boy." He whimpered when the blonde crooned the words to him, his hands sliding up and down along his thighs though they curved to the sides and brushed the tops of his inner thighs making goosebumps break out of his skin as he stared at his husband struggling to focus. "I want to go over our plan for tonight, alright?"

He nodded making the blonde smile softly at him, his hands squirming behind him tugging subtly at the rope that bit into his wrists lightly from the action with just enough resistance it nearly had him swallowing a little moan. Not yet. God, if he knew before he would love being tied up so much he would have voiced it so much sooner. Would have HAPPILY let Hizashi tie him up long ago.

"Forced orgasms are intense. It will be intense because you're going to be under constant stimulation when the orgasm itself is over though if you need that refractory time to catch your breath, we'll do that too. You said your goal was for your orgasms was four to five times, yes?"

Swallow. Think. Piece the words together. "Ye-Yes, Daddy."

"Alright! So, four to five is our goal tonight then! I'll do whatever I can to ensure you get there each time and make you feel good through them. Though if I feel we need to cut off or have to stop without making that goal then we stop, okay?"

He squirmed with another one of those fast, jerky nods as hands slid down between his thighs that he'd squeezed together subconsciously and pushed them apart slowly, carefully even while those eyes rested on his gauging for any resistance. Anything Shouta could possibly show that he didn't feel okay with it but there was none. How could there be any when he wanted to do this all week long?

When his curiosity reared its head as he wondered if he could even come that many times. If he was capable of it."You use your safe word if you need to and remember your colors. That's all you have to do, kitten. All you need to focus on. So, you let me know and I promise, I swear, I will never be angry if you need to stop, okay?"

"Okay!

"Just remember, this is about you feeling good, about us having fun, and if it ever stops feeling good or stops being fun then we stop. Alright? I don't want you upset, kitten, just because you need to stop or need a break. And you might just need it because this is going to be intense squeezing out orgasm after orgasm, so just remember that for me, okay, kitten?"

"Okay, Daddy, I-I'll use'em. Words. Colors."

"Good. Now, are you ready to play with Daddy?"

Finally. Finally, finally, finally! "Yesss!"

He didn't mind that his husband didn't croon his words at him this time. He didn't care because lips were pressed against his knee softly, moving up his thigh and he shivered at the warm, fanning breaths against his skin as those lips moved higher until they were peppering those soft kisses against his inner thighs making the muscles tremble. His hands squirmed again against their rope making goosebumps break out over his skin as he stared down eagerly, excitedly.

Another low, little whimper in the back of his throat when his husband looked up briefly from under his lashes, over the rims of his glasses. He bit his lip to keep back a louder sound. His husband, in a display he still marveled over, had been extremely confident in his shibari skills tonight. In fact, he even tied a newer harness that felt far more complex than the one his husband had done before.

If he remembered right the blonde had said it was a Pentagram styled harness; it pressed to his skin just enough for it to remind him it was there when he squirmed or arched forward. The rope was tied just below his chest, coming above them in a way that if he had breasts, they'd be framing them, and the rope crisscrossed just below the collar on his throat and curved over his shoulders down to the center of that bottom rope.

Was that it? He didn't understand it, not right now, as it made him feel secure. It made him feel good. He forgot how much he'd liked the shibari that night and so when he saw a suggestion on a website about things they could do with the forced orgasms, he saw that being tied up was a thing. It was one of the first things his eyes landed on. He swore he'd lit up the room when he saw the suggestion that even Hizashi had laugh.

The blonde then asked him about it but he merely wrote it in their Google Document. And it led to this; being bound again around the chest, his hands knotted behind him once again, and the rope biting right into his skin with just the right sensation that it was making him burn with each little movement he made that helped that rope rub against his skin. Had him shivering when the rope around his wrists refused to give easily.

He fucking lived for it. He was pulled out of his musing thoughts when realized Hizashi was staring at him, his eyes scrutinizing him again, and he nodded eagerly wordlessly. He knew that his face, perhaps even his eyes, conveyed what he wished he could say if he had the confidence for it. If he believed he could get it out without slurring them.

Please! Please, please, please! He was fine, so please, Daddy? Please?

It worked. Lips pressed just below his navel making him whine softly as the muscles quivered at the tingles it sent over his skin when the blonde kissed downwards happily after having made his way up his thigh and he was sure he wouldn't last five seconds with how excited he was, how absolutely aroused he was that he bit his lip holding back another whimper or perhaps a louder whine from breaking out.

His hips twitched as those lips pressed against his pelvis, just above the dark curls of hair, before they finally pressed against the very place, he'd wanted them. He whined as his teeth dug into his lip watching Hizashi's lips pressing in soft, affectionate little kisses up and down the underside of his erection until his feet were fidgeting on the floor. His hands were wriggling against their bonds, his breath hitching with little whimpers sounding out in the back of his throat.

Lashes fluttered as they lifted allowing Hizashi to look up at him again when he kissed down near the base and he shuddered when the blonde smirked at him before opening his mouth to lick all the way up to the head. How that piercing was used to rub against a vein as he made his way up, the way he swirled around the head wickedly when fingers grabbed the base of his erection squeezing with that delicious pressure that had the muscles in his thighs jumping.

He knew that, realistically, without the help of an aphrodisiac quirk or even a food of some kind with the same effect that it would be harder on him to want to go, go, go with sex. So, he stopped everything. He refused to let Hizashi and himself have any sexual encounters during the week, abstained from masturbation, and he had to admit it was hard.

With Hizashi walking around the bedroom in nothing but a towel? Hard. Whipping his tank tops over his head? Hard. How he sometimes woke up to the blonde in the midst of a wet dream? Oh, it was fucking hard. He didn't know how he did it but he did and he was grateful for it. All of it he knew would work in his favor somewhat for him to orgasm at least two or three times; he knew himself enough to know he could handle that many in the span of a few hours but back-to-back?

That was what had him curious. Could he come that many times in a row? Could he manage it? Or would he shake under its influence until he was truly lost in his foggy subspace? He wanted to know so desperately all week long. His jaw dropped with a gasp as his feet shifted to press the balls of his feet against the floor raising his hips up when Hizashi's lips pressed against the head in a soft kiss before opening his mouth.

Covering the head giving a playful, teasing little suck that had his hips jumping as he leaned backwards just a bit to try and use his bound hands to lean against. Already the heat of his husband's mouth covering just a small part of him was almost too much. He cried out when the blonde sank down in one smooth motion all the way down to the base, moving his hand out of the way to do so.

He threw his head back as his legs trembled in the instinct to snap them shut around his husband but the hands on his inner thighs kept him from doing so. He heaved in his breaths when he straightened his head again, looking down at the blonde who had held still yet his tongue was moving to rub the ball of his piercing against his shaft, and then those blonde lashes were fluttering as his husband looked up.

How he didn't come from that alone he'll never know. How it didn't push him right over the edge to see Hizashi settled between his trembling thighs, how those eyes burning up at him. How the way he caught the corner of those lips twitching like he wanted to smirk at him didn't tip him right over he couldn't understand. And then, in perhaps one of the most deliberate choices he'd ever known Hizashi to pull, the blonde swallowed.

He couldn't stop the airy, breathlessly moan as he squirmed when the blonde swallowed again, the rippling movement of his throat and even of his tongue moving when he did. Such a little thing had a much stronger moan from him as he struggled to keep from closing his eyes. To fight against a single blink that could obstruct the view. His breath was hitching, rushing in and out faster than he'd liked, yet he couldn't help that.

It wasn't something he controlled properly in moments like these; who wanted to focus on slow, even breaths when the excitement strangled and ripped a person apart? When his stomach was squirming and dropping with the pleasure that was slithering right through his veins so fast it hurt? When every drop of arousal, of pleasure, his body could produce seemed to be pooling right into his stomach as well?

He whimpered when the blonde stared for a few more seconds, holding still, before he began bobbing his head and he had to snap his jaw shut, air hissing through his clenched teeth that he gnashed together at the streak of heat ripping through him. It was perfect. How could a blowjob, a simple little thing, be so damn perfect? So good? He had a better problem.

Or was it worse? He didn't know, he couldn't focus on anything other than gawking down shamelessly at his husband. Again and again, he watched his husband slid down with a swallow that had a choked sound leaving the back of his throat. Again, and again those eyes flicked up as if in response to the gaze on him. He would forever, eternally, infinitely, love that his husband had no gag reflex.

Until the day he died he would love it. He could hear himself panting quickly, the air drying out his throat yet he can't connect it with himself; not when he could hear Hizashi's hitching breaths that rushed out over his pelvis each time he came down. It was strange how it felt like it wasn't quite him that was panting so loudly, so raggedly as his eyes remained glued on the sight of his husband swallowing his erection as easily as he would with a popsicle or something like it.

As if it was no big deal. He twitched when the blonde sped up, his hair swaying around his shoulders and neck while his bangs brushed against the sides of his face and lightly bobbed against his red cheeks. He wanted to tangle his fingers into it. He wanted to YANK and pull at those golden locks until Hizashi was moaning around him giving him those delightful, toe-curling vibrations he wanted each time his husband took him down his throat.

His hands twitched then flexed pulling at the rope, his fingers twitching out before curling into his palms tightly making them tremble lightly as his breaths hitched with how fast he was panting. His voice was guaranteed to crack when he spoke again. He closed his mouth long enough to swallow, try and soothe his ragged throat with the saliva pooling in his mouth but it felt no easier than swallowing needles.

It felt like it was made worse by the action yet he did it again. And again. It was only when he felt his jaw unclenching to drop again did he surprise both himself and Hizashi with the wail that tore out of him when the blonde began to buzz. An effect the same as any vibrator they'd use tonight, that he'd ever used, and yet it had his eyes rolling back as he jerked when the blonde slid down to the base allowing his erection to slip down his throat.

Hizashi was a wicked man. The blonde began to BUZZ with such delight it had him BURNING from the vibrations as it pulled another wail from him, yanking at the rope instinctively. His legs trembled as they again tried to snap shut, to squeeze around his husband's head, yet the hands kept them apart only allowed him jerk his legs against the fierce push of his husband's hands.

It was embarrassing how his feet squirmed uselessly against the floor. His panting was wild, uneven as whimpers peppered through each breath when he twitched staring down at the blonde buzzing away as his hands squeezed his trembling thighs and he gawked down in such odd fascination how fast the blonde was bobbing his head faster than before.

As if he were trying to make up for Shouta's urge to grab at his golden locks and was trying to remedy it by bobbing his head so fast his hair was positively swaying around his face. It was amazing, it was aweing, and he was ashamed to say the sight paired with that buzzing had his stomach clenching tightly with an oncoming orgasm. He didn't stand a chance with that buzzing and Hizashi knew it.

He whimpered when the blonde looked up at him again, his panting clogging in his throat for just a moment, before it rushed out on another little reedy sound as he stared down at him. So pretty. His husband really was so very pretty and he wasn't going to last. And then, then, then that buzzing kicked up. He was never more grateful their room was sound proofed than he was then.

He threw his head back wailing as he jerked and struggled against the ropes, against the hands holding his thighs open, and he didn't have a hope or prayer. His orgasm that had been brewing, coming together slowly in his stomach was sizzling through him faster than it would have, had Hizashi kept his buzzing at its regular frequency. He was jerking, struggling against his ropes, hoping they would fall apart yet loving when they didn't give once from his strong yanks.

Truly, honestly he couldn't believe those loud near yowling moans were coming from HIM. He felt the buzzing halt in replace with a deep breath that fueled into a loud, near Porn star quality moan from his husband as the blonde slid right down to the base pressing himself tightly against his pelvis. He could feel Hizashi swallowing down each spurt that left him, the throbbing making his toes curl fiercely.

Gasping as the blonde suckled at him through the waves of his orgasm, swallowing rapidly as if he was eager to drink every last bit he could produce. Sucked and swallowed until he was letting himself fall back on the bed twitching idly when the blonde pulled off of him. He whined at the little zaps of sensitivity when lips pressed against him, as if coaxing the wilting erection to remain and the blonde began mouthing at him when he started buzzing again.

He twitched as he stared up at the ceiling, panting wildly when the blonde continued his buzzing and going so far as to wrap his hand around what his lips didn't press against in small stroking movements that had his hips weakly lifting into the touch even if he was twitching like the man had personally tased him. He couldn't control the sporadic little movements, his lashes fluttering as he fought the urge to close them.

To say he was surprised that not only did he somehow impossibly manage to harden again but the sensitivity of it had him squirming with a whine. He felt the buzzing, the lips, leave him and he blinked a few times to focus when he realized that Hizashi had crawled on top of him sometime when his eyes were closed in those fast blinks.

"How are you doing, kitten? What's your color?"

He had to speak? He had to use words again? He took a moment much like had before to swallow, to soothe his ragged throat, and to piece together his words the best he could so they would come out in a cohesive sentence. He just had to say anything, say it with some confidence, and assure him that he was okay. He was very okay. Just sensitive at the moment. He focused his gaze on Hizashi and forced his trembling lips, his next breaths, to work with him for once.

"I'm- Green. It's- I'm green! I just- You've n-never done that before! I didn't- I didn't know that you could fuck with the buzzing like that!"

"Of course, I can! You just never asked how fast or how high I can manipulate it, kitten."

He whined when the little nickname paired with a kiss to his forehead, the tip of his nose, all had him squirming at the little bursts of affection from the blonde only for him to shiver when he tipped his head back as those lips trailed down his throat again only for fingers to come up to tug at his collar. And God if that didn't do things for him. He hadn't worn the collar since their pet play but he really wanted to incorporate it more somehow. Someway.

"Do you need a few minutes? It's okay if you need them, kitten, that was a pretty strong orgasm after all. Have you been saving up or something?"

"Lil' bit!"

He let his eyes flutter shut when a hand trailed down his chest, tugging lightly at the ropes before letting them fly back into place like little flicks against his skin sending those little sparks of arousal through him as he forced his eyes open again when the hand trailed over his stomach gently where it then rubbed soothing circles. Did he need a few minutes?

He was breathing slower, not by much, but his breaths were drying out his throat as often as they had seconds ago though it still hitched and raced. His skin was burning and he KNEW an orgasm like that should have knocked him off his feet for the night, should be enough, but he was surprisingly restless. Hizashi had not only managed to get him hard again but his legs were squirming eagerly.

"I-I'm fine! I want to go again, Daddy! Please? Please? I'm fine!"

"Shhh, you'll get yourself worked up, kitten. Here, let me help you roll over."

He whined when Hizashi climbed off of him, the lack of weight making him feel far lighter than he initially thought but he squirmed as he let Hizashi grip at his waist as he was flipped over onto his knees. His chest pressed firmly to the bed, the sheets cool against his feverish skin as he pressed his hot cheek to the sheets as if it could possibly remedy the heat burning there just a little bit, and his hair fell forward against his face making him whine out in annoyance.

Fingers then came into his awkward field of vision to brush the hair away, flipping it to the side away from his face, neck and shoulder gratefully. He shivered then when those fingers trailed over his cheek, down over his shoulder then down the back of it where it drifted over his skin lightly down his spine pulling a quiet whimper out of him when they then fanned out against his lower back.

"One down, four to go. You still okay with the plan?"

"Yes!"

"Good boy, such a very good boy you are, answering me even though it must be hard." He shivered when lips pressed against his skin, nails dragging over his lower back lightly before pulling away. "You know, I should buy you a really good collar! I know you like the pretty little thing you have on, but would you like it if Daddy got you a custom one? One very special, specifically for you and you alone? Something no one else could ever have or buy online?"

He couldn't talk. He couldn't focus on words any longer. Didn't want to. And yet he was nodding eagerly, whimpering again with the sound trapped in the back of his throat when he got a pleased hum from the blonde. Oh, the thought of THAT was amazing. To have something just for him? Something Hizashi got him? How could he possibly say NO to something like that?

"Oh, you like that idea? What would you want, hmmm? I don't think bright colors would look very good on such pretty pale skin. I think I'd stick with black for you but would you want a little name tag on it? Or maybe, I'll get something that I can put a lock on! Or would a leash to go with it sound better to you? You may be my kitten but I bet you'd fucking love a leash for Daddy to yank at, wouldn't you?"

He hated to admit it, hated that he was still somewhat aware, but he couldn't for the life of him shut his mouth. His breaths were rasping in and out of him excitedly, his lashes fluttering in an effort to open again after each slow blink, and he hated it yet he could feel himself drooling onto the sheets. Was he really getting that far gone? Could he not control himself even a bit?

His legs were trembling excitedly, that eagerness rushing through him when he heard the familiar little crack of a cap being opened followed very quickly by that slick sound of lube being spread. Ah, how many fingers would he use this time? Two? Or three again? What if they worked up to four? He never pushed more than three in his life and yet he couldn't stop the low moan from breaking free at the thought of his husband using four.

Would four be the equivalent of that nine-inch dildos girth? Or like the biggest plug they owned? A shudder rolled over him at the thought, his breath hitching when fingers began rubbing at him making another little moan slip from him. How many would he use? How many? He could ask but the thought of not knowing, of not having a clue if more would be added to the fray, was exciting.

It was so unbelievable, nauseating exciting not to know. To let it be a mystery. He arched his hips backwards against the fingers rubbing at him, using a pressure that promised to push forward at any given moment, and he whined softly while Hizashi's lips fluttered against his lower back again and again often crawling up towards the center. The words, however, that his husband had just spoken still fluttered through his mind.

His very own collar? A leash? It had him squirming at the thought, a tremble moving over him in little bursts, and he utterly burned at the thought. Sure, some would perhaps assume a leash to be more towards a puppy when dealing with pet play, and while the pet play had given way to that silly little Daddy/Kitten dynamic that many found cringey or perhaps even hilarious it still thrilled him.

Hell, how he was grateful he was confident enough to provide the pet play to his husband. That the blonde had taken it upon himself to call him that. He knew he could be called anything, anything else in the world during their BDSM play and he would eat it up just as eagerly but there was just something about it. Something about Hizashi's voice dipping low, vibrating in the air between them as he called him 'kitten'.

There was a thrill, a heat, that burst through him each time he heard it and nothing had him snapping to attention faster. And the thought, the idea, the fantasy of he and his husband making a collar? Or even Hizashi alone surprising him with one? With a name tag? A lock with a name on it? A fucking leash? He wanted it all. Ohhh, he wanted it bad and he whimpered into the damp blanket when he jerked, feeling a finger pushing forward.

His fingers twitched, his stomach squirming at the thought that Hizashi could see his hands now and he would see every twitch and every single time his fingers flexed out towards him or curled tightly into fists. Tugged at his restraints. He'd see it and he'd know that even if he tried his best to keep some level of composure that he'd give it away. It was amazing to think.

To speculate, to fantasize about the possibilities. There was an erotic element, a heat, that came with the thought that Hizashi could lead him around the house on a leash that tugged at a collar just enough to dig in his throat or even choke him if it was pulled from behind. To have the leather biting into his throat as the muscles in his neck protested while Hizashi yanked at the leash, forcing his head back as he fucked him?

Oh, that had him burning. He could see it, he could hear it, and he could already feel the protest in the back of his neck. On his throat. He moaned when he opened eyes, he hadn't known he closed, his lashes fluttering when a second finger pushed into him and he felt his breath hitch in his throat. He was lost; his mind was coming up with images that were making the sensitive erection twitch making him hissing in a breath through his clenched teeth.

His entire focus consumed on the twitches his erection gave, nearly unbearably, that he wasn't quite aware of the fingers thrusting into him lazily. He knew some part of his mind was focusing on the pleasure that was swelling through him with each thrust of those slender fingers yet his brain was too busy coming up with so many different things. So many ideas.

So many fantasies that were suddenly crowding his head but he wanted to focus on now. He felt a touch guilty he was so lost in his head when he had wanted to focus on the hands on him, the lips that pressed against his sizzling skin, how his husband was scissoring his fingers outwards every so often. It was instantaneous how one second, he was lamenting over his lack of attention to that attention being forced to the moment when fingers rubbed over his prostate.

Tensing up at the pleasure ripping up his spine, his muscles whether they be his thighs or his back, his arms or his stomach tensed in a jolt as he moaned out. The spark of heat, the pleasure, sizzled up his spine making a surprisingly loud moan fly out of him as his hands squirmed together before curling into tight fists that trembled lightly when Hizashi's fingers rubbed over the spot again.

He arched his hips backwards further, his toes curling tightly from the sparks of pleasure zapping up his spine, and despite the sensitivity of his erection, the way it felt like too much was all melting away with the fresh waves of heat were washing over him making his lashes flutter as he fought to keep his eyes from rolling back. He didn't know if he wanted to squirm towards those fingers or away when the sensitive little stabs rang through him.

Hizashi's lips, his fingers scissoring out pushing at him before thrusting in again had him moaning shamelessly against the blanket. When Hizashi leaned over to press a kiss to his trembling fists he felt how fast his breaths were, how they were rushing just as fast as his own, and he wondered if Hizashi was doing anything to himself. If he was possibly, had possibly, been touching himself moments before.

He whimpered at the thought, whimpered at the mere idea, that even if his husband wasn't pushing his own orgasm that he was more than likely edging if he was to do anything. Hizashi, whether the blonde admitted it or not, was a master at edging himself. He could do it multiple times if he had too and he would do it when he asked him to do so, but the thought of him doing it tonight?

That alone was almost too much. He didn't understand the sound that left himself; was it a cry? Or was it a high moan? He couldn't pin down where it would fall, all he knew was the sound was flying out of him and his hips were jerking back when the blonde began rubbing against his prostate with that circular motion he loved. Not only did it send sparks and heat flaming up his spine again and again, but to feel those fingers moving in little circles?

To feel the hand pressing against him moving subtly with the movements? It was amazing. It had him gasping when Hizashi pressed down harder on the spot tearing another high, cresting sound out of him when he felt another finger finally pressing against him. Was it his ring finger? Had to be. It had to be. He was gasping, struggling to get a good breath when his chest was pressing against the bed.

He was unable to lift himself so it could expand as he wanted it too with those heaving breaths and he could just faintly pick up a groan from his husband. If he was ashamed earlier over his drooling it was nothing compared to how he was openly, continuously doing so until the blanket was absolutely soaked against his cheek. The heat that gathered beneath it while the rest began chilling was comforting.

It was disgusting, he knew that, and yet he didn't have a mere hope of closing his mouth now. His lips would tremble, forming silent words as his brows came together tightly, and yet he couldn't think of a single thing to scream or say to his husband. How could he? Words were so far away, they danced continuously out of his grasp and when he thought he could piece a sentence together it was scrambling up and melting away each time his husband rubbed against his prostate.

The moan that flew out of him cresting higher and higher until it inevitably rose to a wail against the sheets had an effect on his husband; he knew it did because he was also trembling at such a sound leaving him when that third finger pushed into him. It was hard to control himself, to understand that while, yes, he could be as loud as he wanted given the sound proofing of their room it still had the effect to make him feel a touch embarrassed moments after.

The fact that he, a grown man, reached such high tones or his voice strained itself to a yowling pitch got to him. Even after years and years of assurances from Hizashi that he loved how vocal he was, coaxing him to be louder and louder. Continuously coaxing him through the years until he didn't have a hope of being silent like he once had been was something he could appreciate but old habits die hard.

And he could still, after all this time, feeling stabs of embarrassment if he thought too hard on the sounds he made. How could he not? He knew with sex came embarrassing sounds, embarrassing words, and actions but the fact it always managed to hit him hard depending on what they've done never failed to occur. Tonight would be no different, he knew that, but just what would he be capable of?

Would he really lose it? Would he snap and howl, wail, scream and moan until he lost his voice? Until he had no choice but to sip tea and focus on sign language to communicate? And what would he say? Would he say anything? He didn't know but some part of him was eager to know. To see just how far he would be pushed and what happened after reaching that point. He couldn't-

What couldn't he do? Was there something to that thought? Was there anything to his thoughts right now? Anything to really focus on other than the stretching pleasure of having three fingers in him again? He was squirming, trembling, squeezing his hands into tight fists as he moaned so loud, he could just barely make out the groans from his husband that were pitched low.

He felt a light, clammy sweat on his forehead causing little locks of hair to cling to the skin as his lashes fluttered against hot cheeks and he was losing it. He could feel another orgasm tickling its way to his foggy mind. It should be impossible. Physically, mentally, he shouldn't be anywhere near another orgasm. There was a refractory period for every man, he was sensitive and yet he felt it.

Low in his stomach, gathering slowly and lazily. Not as intense as the first which promised, swore to him, it would be far more intense than that first one. This one was going to RIP him apart and leave him a blubbering mess, he just knew it. He knew he should cringe from the thought of an orgasm like that, he shouldn't want it after he'd already had such an intense orgasm.

His hips were making that choice for him as they began rocking backwards to meet Hizashi's thrusting fingers. Squeezing tightly around them despite how they spread outwards pulling deep, throaty moans and groans out of him now. He wished he could say that he hated how loud his pants were, how slick his cheek was against the blanket, and yet he knew it wouldn't be truthful.

It would be an ugly lie. He liked that he felt close to falling apart when in reality this was just the second one of the night. He still had three more orgasm planned out that would without a doubt leaving him a shuddering, whimpering mess far worse than he was right that second. He made a choked, thick sound as his jaw snapped shut with an audible click of his teeth when Hizashi began rubbing against his prostate again.

Up and down, up and down, round and round. Grinding, grinding, grinding. He was trembling with each wave it sent up his back, how it all seemed to slither into his stomach which was tightening with each direct movement until he was squirming frantically against the sheets as that orgasm began climbing slowly. Did he want it? Or did he want to get away?

He whimpered wildly after that choked sound cut off and he was breathing faster, faster, faster in shallow pants that had his head spinning. Even Hizashi's own breaths seemed to gain that gasping quality his own had been at moments ago. As if he too were eager. Painfully excited. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know if he had to say something or beg for him not to do it or plead for him to do it.

To get him there. To let him breathe. He didn't know what he wanted more and he knew if he needed the break, he'd get it but some part of him insisted it would be more painful to stop this orgasm in its tracks than it would be to go through with it. That spinning sensation in his head was abating; he had to squeeze his eyes shut again as his breaths hissed through his teeth when the fingers pulled away from his prostate to thrust into him quickly.

There was a harshness to them that had him whimpering when he was capable of doing so and even then it was hard to make them. Hard too when he was struggling to think through this. To cling to some part of himself through the painful slowness of this orgasm. The slick, quiet squelching of his husband's fingers thrusting into him was just barely audible below the fast shallow breathing he seemed only capable of and the heaving gasps of Hizashi's own rhythm.

It was a fight. He wanted it. He didn't want it. He needed it. He didn't need it. He wanted it. He didn't need it. It was a delicious, nearly arousing argument as his mind insisted, he couldn't handle another one so soon. And then there was another, louder part of him was pleading, pleading, pleading to get there already. That the pressure was unbearable and he needed to breathe.

It was only when his husband's fingers slammed forward to rub at his prostate again that he felt his slowly cresting orgasm SNAP. And he hated to say it, hated to understand the pitch, and he wanted to control it but he couldn't. He screamed against the blanket, biting at the soaked fabric as tears beaded at the corners of his eyes and he trembled viciously through his orgasm as every muscle seemed to clench down hard until his very bones ached.

It felt like it went on for hours; trembling and moaning so urgently into the blanket he bit at fiercely. He wasn't' even aware of the fingers sliding out, nor the way he was rolled onto his back which allowed his chest to heave up and down with his fast breaths. He could feel hands on his face, even those slick fingers that had been tormenting him so deliciously to the bone aching orgasm felt unbelievably comforting.

When he cracked his eyes open, managed to focus his gaze on his husband, he felt fingers brushing at the corners of his eyes softly and he whimpered up at him as he felt his body trembling- no, shaking? He gasped for air when Hizashi's words finally connected; his brain finally processed that not only was he being spoken too but that his husband's lips had been moving the whole time.

"...got you! I got you, kitten, just breathe! It's okay, take your time! Take your time, I'm not going anywhere."

He whined as his arms squirmed uselessly behind him, lazily, yet lips were coming down on his hot clammy face and he tilted his head back eagerly to accept those soft kisses that fluttered over his face restlessly. He may be shaking, he may be inconsolably euphoric, but he melted with each kiss. He whimpered though he didn't know if they were words, if he was saying something.

Couldn't piece together words. He heard only heard that whimpering sound leaving him as Hizashi took a moment to nuzzle his cheek against his own burning hot one making him melt further into the comfort provided. While it was overwhelming, he wasn't done. No where near done. He didn't want to stop it all together but he did need a moment.

"Can you give me your color, baby boy? Do you need anything? Do you want some water? Do you want me to untie you so you can stretch out? Tell me, if you can, what you need, sweetness, and I'll make sure you get it! Take a few minutes to breathe."

He closed his mouth to swallow, to try and sooth his throat, as Hizashi's thumb stroked his cheek softly and he leaned up enough to nuzzle his gaze into his throat and the blonde shifted until he was laying down next to him with one arm curving above his head and the other around his chest. Fingers stroked his hot cheek as he licked his lips and rolled towards his husband the best he could.

Focused on getting good breaths into his aching, burning lungs as he shook. He couldn't stop shaking, couldn't stop his muscles from trembling in little bursts that would cause a harsher and harder shake burst through as the arms around him squeezed him. Grounding. Calming. It took him longer than he would like to admit to catch his breath even close to enough to begin forming sentences that could somewhat sound cohesive.

Turned his little whimpers into words that would make sense. "'m 'kay. Jus' need a minute. Co-Color still g-greeeen, I just- I want- It's-!"

"Shhh, slow down, baby boy, slow down. I don't think it's green, kitten, I'd say more yellow. But that's okay! It's okay, you can nod because I know how hard it is, I can hear how hard it is to talk. So, do you want to stop for the night?" He forced his head into a shake. "Do you need a little break?"

A nod.

"Do you want me to go get a water bottle for you to sip? Is your throat dry?"

Another nod. He got a few soft kisses against the top of his head, pulling back enough for those lips to press against his forehead again softly right down the bridge of his nose to the tip.

"Okay. Okay, I'll be right back, I promise. Just focus on breathing for me, okay?"

He whined but nodded when he was then rolled onto his back again from his half turned position, he'd twisted himself into as Hizashi shifted rolling off the bed pulling his arms away and he received one more kiss to his hot cheek before the blonde was rushing across the floor. The doors were opening then shutting with a soft thump. And it was amazing, aweing how loud his breaths were now that he was alone.

He was trying his best to focus on large, deep breaths to soothe the shallow panting from moments ago and yet he was painfully aware of himself. Painfully aware that, despite knowing two orgasms like that should have knocked him out and should have left him satisfied for the night that his erection didn't fade away this time. It softened slightly but it remained in a twitching, half hard state as an eager, desperation weaved through him making his thighs squeeze together.

It made his stomach to drop airily as he stared up blankly at the ceiling. How? How did his body manage it? It wasn't- It shouldn't be possible. He shouldn't be hard, he shouldn't be so excited, and he shouldn't be wanting more. He should be absolutely breathless, should be so exhausted he couldn't even think or humor the idea of another orgasm yet he was laying there with that very thought.

He thought about it as if he were debating another plate of dinner; wanting just one more scoop of everything, one more bite, until he was absolutely curled in bed with stomach pains. He wanted one more. And then another to follow up on it. To finish off strong like a fourth orgasm could possibly be like finishing off a big meal with a damn dessert.

He wanted it but he needed a break. Five minutes to compose himself before he asked for more. Before he even thought of asking his husband to go on. He looked over when the doors were sliding open, the blond making that hissing noise to keep the cats from surging in and then the light from their kitchen that had spilled slightly down the hallway was cut off allowing the low lighting of their bedroom to be unaffected by that bright beam.

Then the locked flipped, Hizashi was turning towards him, and he was whining softly as his husband rushed across the floor again with a water bottle in his hand. While his breaths were slowing ever so slightly, taking his deep and even breaths, he swallowed then flinching at that dry pins and needles pain as Hizashi climbed up on the bed cracking open the bottle.

He opened his mouth as Hizashi slowly tipped the bottle allowing for a small sip that he swallowed eagerly allowing for two additional longer pours to be given and he felt water drip down the corner of his mouth prompting his husband to wipe it away when he stared up at him. He felt- Well, not perfectly fine. He was still twitching through the effects.

Still so close to diving off the cliff into an overstimulated, orgasmic state that he was sure this third one he wanted would absolutely push him further into subspace but he wanted it. He felt okay, he felt like he could definitely go on, and he licked his lips when he blinked lazily up at him forcing his lips to move. To say it out loud. "Da-Daddy?"

Jesus, his voice was hoarse. It cracked out of him though it seemed to work in his favor somewhat; those green eyes flared at him for a second when he then wriggled his arms wishing he could reach out to drift his fingers over the blonde's erection that looked positively painful in the low lighting. And like that, it was hard to look up at his husband's flushed face when he spoke because how could he?

His mind was centered and focused on his husband's erection with such intensity that it made even bold and confident Hizashi squirm and shift from side to side awkwardly. He knew he could take more time; he could wait and build up a good control to endure another orgasm and yet he didn't want too. Not exactly. He had an idea, a theory, that if he squeezed them out back-to-back that they would come easier.

Literally. If he kept himself in that place, kept the orgasms cresting in him then it would be easier to think around and it would be easier to coax them out of himself. "Green."

"What?

"It's- I'm green. I want the vibrator, t-the remote one!" He squirmed then looking in the direction of where his husband had placed both vibrators down and then up at his husband's face rather than down at his crotch again.

No matter how tempting that was. He saw the hesitance, however, on the blonde's face and he wined though this time he could hear his own frustration at the thought his husband would throw the flag that stopped everything. He didn't want that. He didn't need that. In fact, now that he was over the hump of a second orgasm? He wanted MORE. Knew he had a few more in him left to be wrung out. He just needed to convey that to Hizashi.

"P-Please? Please, I want too! I- It's just- Please? Please, Daddy? I can handle it! I can do it, so please? I want to u-use it and ke-keep going! I'm okay! Green!"

"Kitten-"

"I'll su-suck your cock this time! I want- It looks hard, does it hurt? Don't you wa-want me to help? I can help! I want t-to make you cum too! You don't have to edge yourself a-all night, I want too, so please? Please, Daddy?" He was whimpering, losing any chance of having a cool and collected town as he squirmed struggling to sit up yet the blonde merely pressed his palm against his forehead to keep him down.

He knew he was letting himself get worked up, He knew that, but it was nearly painful how aware he was of not only his husband's blatant arousal but his own that was weaving through him like a slow ache that had his half hard erection twitching as if it needed just one second to harden again. He whined up at the blonde as he tugged at the rope around his wrist.

Then he dug his shoulders into the bed to raise his chest in a similar manner to how his his bounced up with a whimper as his thighs shook lightly. "Please! Please, I can handle it! W-We said five and I want- I need to try! So please? Please, Daddy?"

It took a moment of silence, of that unbreaking and unflinching eye contact with the blonde as if he could physically press those words into him with just one look as he stared up at the man that had the blonde giving in with a little groan as he rolled towards the end of the bed on his knees. He snagged the little remote, the bullet shaped vibrator and the lube as he wiggled against the sheets unable to help the pure satisfaction, the wicked delight that he had somehow gotten his way.

Or maybe Hizashi was simply too horny to deny it. To say no. He didn't know what could possibly be going through his husband's head, couldn't understand someone else's thoughts when his own were a strange slush of words, needs, wants and ideas. Things hat were merely growing foggier with each passing second as that delightful, foggy and soaring sensation merely intensified with his last orgasm.

He never thought he could love subspace so much but he did. It was strangely thrilling to feel so foggy, so light like he'd fly out of his own body any second with just the right type of pleasure or stimulation. He shifted rolling onto his side side towards his husband as he flipped himself awkwardly onto his stomach with a grunt flying out of him at how he struggled just a bit to get himself up onto his knees without the use of his hands.

Hizashi's hands then grabbed his waist helping him up again, hands squeezing then sliding along the curve of it sending a chill down his spine that brought with it an excitement that positively throbbed through him. He turned pressing his dry cheek to the bed, the skin itching on his left from the drool that was drying gradually. He then let his knees spread slightly.

Watching as Hizashi squeezing a dollop onto his fingers that was nothing big but would provide a thin layer over the vibrator. It was hard to keep his breath from hitching with that excitement when the vibrator along with the hand holding it disappeared from view and he couldn't fight the excited instinct to leave backwards when he felt the vibrator pressing against him for a second before sliding in.

The low moan that slid out of him had himself and Hizashi twitching at the sound, the blonde pushing it in until he whined at just the press of it resting innocently against his prostate and then the fingers were sliding out of him. He pushed down on his knees, his thighs tensing to push himself upwards as he grunted quietly only for his husband to grip his arms tugging him upwards and he had to shut his eyes letting out a fast breath as he felt the blood rush from his head.

He swayed then forced his eyes open when hands touched his cheeks again, a look of concern managing to claw through the arousal, but he let his lips tilt into a little smile when he wobbled on his knees to face his husband and then leaned forward to press his lips against Hizashi's hot cheek. He wondered how long he had been blushing so viciously, how long his face had been so red.

Leaning in, he let his own lips trail down the blonde's hot cheek towards the edge of his jaw softly. Loved the little shiver he got from the action alone. He loved the way the blonde's breath hitched as he trailed his lips down his throat; maybe it was because of his quirk, maybe it was simply because of pure chance, but it was his favorite spot to attack when he was truly lost in the lust, in the arousal, during these moments.

And he knew Hizashi loved it. The blonde fucking loved it. There was never a moment his husband denied it and he delighted in that knowledge. But later. He could cover it in as many hickeys as he wanted when he was floating in his afterglow and they were laying together, twisted as close as possible. He kissed his Adam's Apple when it bobbed in a little swallow, crawling downwards to his chest right above his pounding heart.

Then to the center of his very chest relishing in the wiry blonde hairs scratching lightly at his own stubble before moving downwards with Hizashi's hands helping him. Keeping him from sliding down too fast. He honestly forgot about the vibrator, forgot about its perfect placement against his prostate, when he moved down his husband's chest to his stomach feeling the muscles tightening and trembling beneath his lips.

A hand weaved into his hair tugging lightly to keep him from falling as he wobbled. A kiss to his hip, a playful nip that had the blonde himself whining lightly and when he looked up the blonde was biting at his lip. as if he needed to quiet himself. Knowing him, he did have to quiet himself just a bit. The moan that flew out of the blonde when he began pressing his lips against the underside of his erection had him shivering as he looked up at Hizashi.

Met that burning gaze when he began replicating the same actions performed on himself earlier; kissing up and down, parting his lips to mouth at the stiff shaft happily and he wondered how Hizashi had gone so long without an orgasm himself. Sure, his two had happened with at least a twenty-minute window that was getting longer as time slipped by but from the relieved little sound his husband made, he had to wonder if he'd been ignoring himself in favor of focusing on him.

Not happening. He moved up towards the head, the blonde shifting his hips forward though he needed little encouragement to lick away the bead of pre-come. He didn't need his husband to say a thing, as he covered the head suckling at it softly earning him a much louder moan. He began sinking downwards on the erection, down towards that half point with the head nudging against the back of his throat.

Could taste at the back of his tongue a little drop pre-come and he coudln't help a little moan himself. And then he felt Hizashi fidgeting with something in his other hand as he was focusing on his relaxing his throat, on relaxing his jaw, only for him to jolt when the quiet click of a button being pressed had the vibrator buzzing to life. He whimpered as he squirmed on his knees, nails dragging lightly over his scalp, and he tried his best to continuing focusing on that relaxation but that was hard.

Very hard when he had jolts of pleasure searing their way up his spine again and again. He forced his eyes open after a blink then looked up at his husband for a third time. This time he latched his gaze onto Hizashi's as those eyes smoldered down at him while those lashes fluttered and drooped into that sleepy, bedroom look that had him whimpering once again.

His red face, how his mouth had dropped open with fast breaths that puffed out of him only to hitch inwards, how his brows were coming together and his nails dragged against his scalp again as if to keep a tight fistful of hair in his hand making him shudder. "I don't know how I always forget this."

He shivered loving just how breathy Hizashi's voice was, how it seemed lilting yet not quite as dreamy even if everything on his face seemed to be one of such aroused fascination that it had his stomach squirming and dropping excitedly. To hear it so rough, playful almost in it's lilting tone. No, not playful. Awe? Fascinated? Arousal? He couldn't, for the life of him, pin that tone down but it had him whining softly.

"Naughty little thing is what you are, kitten, and you always look so fucking pretty, so fucking cute, with my cock in your mouth. You can't see it, you probably never will unless you let me take a video or pictures but my God if it isn't so good! I fucking love watching you! Your red pretty cheeks, how foggy your eyes are looking up at me from under those lashes and bangs of yours like you have no fucking clue how sexy you look!"

"M-Mmmm! Mmmnn!"

"Ah! Fuck! Ha-Haven't I ever told you not to tlak with your mouth full, kitten?" Shudders. He moaned out again as he began sucking at the twitching shaft, focusing on getting his throat relaxed enoguh to move down. To take more. His husband shivered as fingers tightened in his hair. "Y-You love it, don't you? Love having Daddy's cock in you anyway you can? Whether it's in that greedy little hole of yours or down your throat, I know you fucking love it!"

He couldn't look away. He knows how could focus on bobbing his head, focus every little bit of his foggy mind on getting the blonde to finally reach his own orgasm of the night, and yet he didn't want too. There was something shiver worthy of meeting those hooded green eyes, of staring right up at him as those filthy words were directed down at him while meeting his gaze with a challenge; the unspoken challenge for him to look away.

For him to be the first to break that eye contact. He wouldn't. He would not be the first to do that. However, it felt like he didn't have a choice when his head was being shoved down quickly and the gag that tore itself out of him from the sudden push was possibly awful and perfect at once It triggered a nauseating roll for his stomach in response to the gag that flew out of him, yet it was exactly what he loved the most.

This time he didn't even have his hands to grip onto his thighs tightly to have some kind of anchoring sensation. He wished he could say he wasn't tearing up from the gag yet the wetness at the corner of his eyes was undeniable, his brows coming together as he coughed lightly only for his gaze to fly back up to his husband who moaned the second their eye contact was reestablished.

It only lasted a second, a mere second, before his lashes were fluttering shut when the blonde back pulling him up then shoving him back down quickly making another gag, albeit weaker than that first one, ring out again as he was pushed down to the base. There wasn't a single objection in his head when those hips ground themselves forward against his lips.

It was euphoric, it was absolutely amazing. He swallowed around the twitching erection, the heavy weight of it pressing down on his tongue was a sensation all on its own that he adored. He had to even admit he liked being forced down so far that he could only get tiny puffs of air down to his lungs because his throat was damn near clogged. He loved it.

Hizashi hadn't been this rough with a blowjob in weeks since the choking incident and he was eating it up. He was loving every damn second his erection slid down his throat promising to cut off his breathing at any second. How rough those hands yanked at his head upwards then shoved down back to the base again and again until that sensation snatched at him.

Little by little, the sensation of him leaving his body a little more was becoming more apparent. He couldn't do or say a single thing to stop it as he sank deeper and deeper into levels of that delirious, foggy subspace that he didn't know existed. How could there be so much to sink into? How did it constantly build upon itself? Was it a sensation that merely enhanced itself and crested like any other state of mind?

He didn't know. He couldn't possibly know and he wouldn't until he left it. He focused instead of the heat that ripped up his spine pleasantly, up and down like fiery finger tips tracing his back again and again, that fed into the feverish heat under his skin utnil he was bucking his hips backwards with a whimper as he suckled at the twitching erection and moving his tongue the best he could each time he was yanked upwards.

And then he heard that little click; one, two, three. He knew if his mouth was free he'd be wailing, moaning unashamedly at the increasing buzzing that had his eyes rolling back behind his closed eyelids and he somehow managed a few choked moans around the erection making his husband echo him. His moans were high, shaking on their way out as his fingers yanked at his hair pulling another loud moan out of him.

Hands shoving at his head which resulted in him flying down to the base of his erection, hips grinding forward eagerly against his mouth again. He was huffing through his nose each time he came up, little bursts when he was down near the base. He knew Hizashi felt them against his pelvis as the blonde hairs covering it tickled his nose. He didn't know how he found the effort to open his eyes to look up at his husband but he did.

He stared up at Hizashi, the blonde panting quickly as he continued those little grinding motions and he didn't mind it one bit as he pleaded with him wordlessly. For what, he had no clue, only that he needed something but he didn't know what. The twitching erection between his own legs was smearing pre-come against his skin again, making him wonder if it was possibly dripping to the sheets.

And then he felt it. It was hard not to notice it when his brain shrieked it was coming, coming, coming. His body trembling at the knowledge of it. Another orgasm was weaving, tearing it's way through him. It was shaking it's way up his spine in time with the fierce buzzing of that little vibrator. It had him writhing on his knees as his husband stared down at him with that heavy lidded gaze that was making him burn.

Funny how his world was shrinking faster than he ever imagined it could. Shrinking until all that mattered was appeasing the burning under his skin, the buzzing that was rattling him to his core, hips squirming and grinding, the hand in his hair. The thought that he would hopefully be getting two more orgasms even if the idea made him want to groan.

How did he manage it? How would he manage it? Already this third one was creeping up on him and he wanted to wail, to squirm and cling to his husband but he couldn't with his hands tied behind him much like the rope that was biting and rubbing at his skin with his heaving gasps he took when he was tugged upwards towards the leaking head of his husband's, the drips of pre-come bitter yet addicting.

So very addicting. He suckled at the head, licking at the slit happily when he was pull off only for one more click of that little remote had him moaning loudly the second his mouth was free and squirming as his hips jerked backwards again gasping in a breath when blinked up at his husband. Why? Why did he pull him off? Was something wrong? He gave another slow blink, forcing his trembling lashes up as he realized he was drooling again.

After all, hadn't done a very good of swallowing as often as he should have but did that really matter? "I don't think you have two more in you, kitten. I really, really don't."

NO. He knew the look was written all over him, flashing up at him, but then a hand was caressing his cheek. Soft, brushing along his cheekbones gently then down to his jaw tipping his face up as the blonde needed to look at him closer. Those eyes flicked over him as he whimpered, trying to tell him he was FINE. One more, one more. He just wanted one more. Hizashi's sighed shakily at him, hands holding his face again.

"Don't look at me like that, you know I'm right. It's going to start hurting and you know that. However, I'll do something better." Better? What could he do that was better? "You're going to cum again, right? I can see it. You have your little tells, and I can see it in your eyes just how close you're getting so I'll give you this one. Three out of five. What do you think of that, kitten? Three is still alot."

"N-Nnnnot fair! We sa-said five! Ah! Ah, mmmn! I wan' five!" Oh. Oh NO. He saw those eyes narrowing at him as the blonde then growled down at him as he squirmed on his knees, a sudden burst of excitement rolling over him that had him jerking.

He was pulling backwards up on his knees again with his head being yanked backwards bearing his throat up and he whimpered. He loved it. So close, so close, so close. He needed- Wanted just a little more. His orgasm was squeezing him tightly, winding him up tighter and tighter as it began building like a painful, fiery knot in his lower stomach. Much like he knew that his second one would be short but intense he knew this one was going to scald through him with a blinding heat.

He just needed Hizashi to help him get there already. "Where the fuck do you get off demanding things of me, hmm? Have you forgotten who you're talking too? Has cumming twice now made you forget that you listen to Daddy? Did you forget I only have the best interest at heart for you? That Daddy will do everything to make you feel good but here you go becoming a greedy little thing!"

He whimpered at that vicious, snarling tone his husband adopted and he shuddered as he squirmed in place the pain burning through his neck as it was yanked back farther pulling another whimper from him that very quickly melted into a moan as his aching wrists tugged weakly at the ropes. No way out, no way to catch himself if Hizashi shoved him away like a discarded toy.

"I haven't cum ONCE tonight, not one time, and you feel entitled to five? Especially after you've had three orgasms? You think you can just whine and yell to get your way? Have I not taught you what that gets you? Or do you need Daddy to spank that shitty little greedy attitude of yours out of you again?"

"Yes! Fuck yes! Mmm! Ah! Ohh fffuck! Yess, I want- Mmm! Ahh, spank me again! I ne-need it!"

His voice was a thick, lustful sounding slur that had an effect even on his husband from what he could see when the shudder rolled over him; he could act as dominant as he wanted tonight but he knew he held just as tight a grip and control on the blonde as the one over him. He moaned when the hand in his hair yanked at his hair reminding him deliriously that he needed to bring that up later when he was more rational.

Later when he could think right outside of that lustful fog that was invading every square inch of his brain. It was instinctive, damn near impossible to fight the urge for his hips to buck up desperately when fingers wrapped around his erection and he knew later he would be embarrassed, perhaps even mortified at the shameless way he thrusted up into the blonde's hand.

A hand that squeezed tight enough with suhc a delicious pressure that it had his eyes rolling up as his lashes fluttered with a choked gasp. He needed-! He wanted to-! "Ah! I c-can't! It's t-too mu- Nnngh! Mmm! Ah! Ah, fuck! Zas- Da- Ssshit! Shit, I-!"

What did he do? Who did he call out for? What name? Which side of him did he wail for? He couldn't focus a single drop of attention on it as his breaths huffed out of him quickly, bordering on those shallow breaths of earlier until he was stiffening up, his muscles quivering with fatigue as the blinding burning heat had lights flashing over his vision.

He couldn't pin what came out of him; a scream? A howl? A wail? Or was it perhaps a yowling moan like earlier? He didn't know, can't possibly know, as he was flying right out of his own body. He heard the choked sound, felt the trembling tightness of his orgasm rushing over him and felt the blinding heat that came with it as his hips thrusted frantically into his husband's hand but it felt different.

It fell far away. As if he could feel and hear these things but couldn't associate it with himself. He gasped when through the aftershock of that burning, sizzling orgasm when he sank back into him just enough, a little awareness, to realize that Hizashi had tugged him towards him with his forehead against the blonde's shoulder as he struggled to get in a good breath.

Wriggling his wrists, his arms, and he knew if he could he'd happily wrap them around Hizashi and cling onto him if this next one is going to be the absolute last one his body could squeeze out of him. As if he realized this, as if he understood, he felt fingers plucking at the ropes around his wrists pulling at them as the blonde's shoulder dug into his own shoulder as he did so.

Then, then, then his hands were free. They flew up burying themselves into Hizashi's blonde locks of hair, squeezing and twisting the locks around his fingers as he twisted himself close to his husband who didn't seem to mind at all the way the recent few little spurts of semen smeared and rubbed against his stomach. He buried his face into his throat as he struggled to take those deep breaths, hard when each breath was flying out just as fast as it seemed to be going in.

And the shaking. God, he was shaking in the blonde's arms that stroked up and down his back slowly, gently in a soothing manner as lips pressed against his hair. It weas soothing, it was comforting, and he needed it. He was going to be wiped out, blank after this last one and he knew it, Hizashi knew it, and he didn't know if he felt terrified of that or felt excited for it.

He was hardly aware the blonde had turned the vibrator off after the orgasm had ended its sizzling heat and yet he was appreciative of it, was grateful for it though he whined loudly when Hizashi began pushing at him lightly. He couldn't process, couldn't truly understand WHY he'd been hugged and held so tenderly seconds ago only to be pushed away. His whine crested into a whimper when Hizashi began shifting away from him as well, locks sliding through his fingers.

Reaching out for him like a child wanting the warmth and affection they craved though he was relieved when the blonde merely reached over for the water bottle. He watched those slender fingers twist the cap, lift it towards him and he happily opened his mouth accepting those slow, small sips of water that seemed to make him far more aware of just how empty his stomach felt. How shaky he was in response to that.

He gulped at the water when Hizashi poured a slow mouthful, and he licked his lips when the bottle was pulled away after he was satisfied the ragged itch in his throat was gone only to sway lightly when a thumb rubbed at a dribble of water that had dripped from his mouth when Hizashi had been pouring. He didn't mind; the blonde seemed to be shaking just as hard as he was.

"Give me your color, baby boy. Do you need to stop all this? Do you need a break? I need to know how you're doing, what's going on in that head of yours before I end this myself! Can you handle one more? Can you handle ANY more?"

His color? Seconds ago, perhaps he would have said yellow or perhaps he would have said green, but he was unsure. He felt he could do one more, just one more, and maybe if he got over that hill of denying, begging for no more, he could squeeze out a few more. However, he knew that would scare his husband and he had to admit it really was starting to hurt.

His half hard erection felt as if it were stinging with tiny little electrical signals to his brain insisting no more. Felt as if it had BURNED with the orgasms as it twitched with overstimulation that threatened to bring tears to his eyes, and it hurt to come so many times in a row that his legs trembled in such a way that he knew his thighs would tense and cramp.

That he was in for a night of Charlie horses while he slept and would be incapable of carrying him much. His knees would be wobbly. He knew his husband would stop now if he said to stop but as much as these little things all promised him absolute torment Saturday morning, he wanted just one more. One more, is what he had in him, and yet he couldn't shake that worry so what color did that leave him with? Green or yellow? Green or yellow?

"Is gre-greenish yellow? Mmm, I can do o-one more but you were r-rrright! No more, ca-can't do no more after this one if I can d-do it!" His voice cracked in areas, slurring out slowly as if he were physically incapable of using a language of any kind as he swayed on his knees slightly but he lifted his gaze to Hizashi's.

"One more? Kitten, I don't think you should HAVE one more! I don't think you should've even had this recent one!"

What did he look like? Did he look as wrecked as he imagined? Did he look as absolutely used up and fatigued? Or was he as blissful, as euphorically pleased as he could ever hope to be? He then let his gaze dop to the water bottle in his husband's hand only for it to lift, the water sloshing, and he gulped at those slow mouthfuls greedily until water was dribbling down both sides of his mouth, dripping down his chin and his lips felt wetter than before when it was pulled away allowing him to take a breath.

"PLEASE! O-one more, Daddy! One more? Please? T-Then you can s-spank me later til' I r-really can't feel my legs and I'll be gooood, and listen! Just one more, Daddy, one more, one more!"

"Kitten -"

"I wan' cum with you! You haven't even once so I wa-wan' cum with you, Daddy. Please?"

He didn't have a hope of stopping his scurrying voice from coming out as a whimpering one as the water bottle was capped and fingers rubbed at his wet lips and chin respectively though perhaps too late given the water had dripped down onto his chest. He felt frantic, positively frenzied to get what he wanted. Just one more, he swore. Then he'd happily pass on sex for a while. He could do it, he KNEW he could.

Could think around the overstimulation that was zapping through him with each twitch, the way that his brain was SCREAMING he couldn't do it again despite what his mouth was saying but God he wanted it. He could do it. Ignore those sensations that bordered on near pain. Ignore them for just one more with Hizashi, to join in him in just one last orgasm. Then he'd be done for a while. He swore it.

"Y-You don' even have to wear condom this time! I don' care if you cum in me, just cum with me! One more time an' I 'll do whatever you want for the rest of the night! So please? Please, Daddy? Please? Wan' you in me when I do it one more time! Wan' feel your cock in me just one more time then I'll stop!"

"No. No, no more. We're not having sex, kitten. You can't- I can't be gentle like you need. And you need lots of gentleness right now. And if I- Oh! Oh, baby!"

He couldn't stop the drop; one second, he felt euphoric, eager, foggy and distant yet those words had him slamming right down into his own body so suddenly it was nearly painful and he was surprised, Hizashi shocked, when tears then welled in his eyes. How his lips trembled on a gasp so ragged, cracking on its way down that hands were reaching for him.

And then he felt those tears slipping down his hot cheeks as the most incredulous little sound left him; a sob. It was small and it was painful on its way out but the arms wrapping around him hugged him close to Hizashi's throat as another little sound left his trembling lips as hands stroked his hair. "We're done. We're DONE, Shouta. Done. No more. You're fried, baby, absolutely fried from just three and I can't- No! No, absolutely not! You don't need to cum anymore tonight."

He whimpered against his throat when he moved his hand down, brushing his fingers against the stiff erection that was throbbing urgently beneath them only for a hand to shoot down grabbing his wrist tightly but it didn't pull away. He didn't pull his hand away. "Le-Let me help then! It's not- I feel bad. Bad, cumming s-so much an' you didn't get to cum once!"

He curled his fingers around the throbbing erection and even if the grief, the fact he won't be getting what he wanted was strangling him and had those strange tears rolling down his cheeks he began stroking. Slowly. He sniffed then pulled back from the blonde's throat to look up at him to find lashes fluttering at him in a fast blink, his husband's lips parting with soft yet quick breaths.

"Le-Let me help? Please?"

"Shouta, you don't ha-"

"I don't have too but I want too! A-After all, you took care of me, didn't you? I want to t-take care of you." He took a breath then kissed his husband's jaw softly feeling those quick breaths brush his skin briefly. "You're s-so hard, Zashi, you didn't have to edge yourself like that! And e-either way it's not fair. You deserve to cum at least once tonight! A-And when you do, I'll take care of you all night long."

Wha-Whatever you want I'll do it. I'll jerk you off, I'll eat you out, I'll suck your cock for hours if that's what you want. I'll happily cock-warm you with my mouth, with any part of me, if that makes you feel good. Makes you feel better."

The low moan he got from the blonde sent shivers through him and while he hated he was no longer floating in that sweet, euphoric subspace of his it still made his head just a touch foggy; as foggy as it can be after he slammed down into his own body so suddenly. He moved his hand faster, curving it every once in a while, in a twisting motion as he slid down to the base encouraging a louder moan from his husband when he slid his hand up towards the head.

Giddy when he got a shudder from his husband as he massaged his fingers against it, smearing pre-come onto his fingers before sliding his back down. He fluttered soft kisses along his jaw, his lashes sticking together when he shut them but he didn't mind; he let his lips trail down his throat though this time he bit down on the skin, suckling softly at it pulling a whimper out of his husband this time as hips bucked up into his hand eagerly.

He squeezed when he reached the base before resuming his fast, twisting strokes. He slid his left hand along his waist, drifting it over the edge of his squirming hip earning a whine when he sucked harder at the skin and digging his teeth in harsher then moving away to another spot once he felt satisfied there'd be something left behind. He got an excited, enthusiastic moan.

Then he slid his left hand down to gently cup his balls and roll them between his fingers lightly, not squeezing too harshly but the buck of his hips had his own breath trembling on the way out. The hand that had initially flown down to pull him away instead was squeezing his wrist fiercely only instead of doing what he knew the blonde had been intending to do he instead got the opposite.

He felt the fingers digging into his wrist but instead of pulling he instead began tugging instead at his hand; coaxing him to go faster. Stroke faster, faster, faster. It felt good. He necessarily wasn't feeling that arousal but the feel of Hizashi squeezing his wrist. His hips bucking up to thrust into his hand similarly to how he had moments ago? It was fucking amazing.

He pulled away from the most recent bite mark pressing a kiss to that bobbing Adam's Apple, when he began using more pressure as he changed his gentle hold to a firmer one as he massaged his husband's balls in his hand. Similar to how he would to himself. He can tell it was close. Painfully close. There's not a chance his husband wouldn't be close when he'd more than likely been edging himself during those last three orgasms of his.

If Hizashi felt even a DROP of arousal Shouta had felt seeing the blonde come before then he knew how tempting it was for the blonde to follow after him. He knew it had been quite literally hard. To not give in. He kissed his Adam's Apple once more before leaning up to bite at his jaw fiercely, suckling at the skin delightedly while sinking his teeth harder and he loved the wail it pulled out of the blonde even if it rang in his ears with a stab of pain.

He squeezed, he massaged, he stroked all with the intent on making his husband orgasm already. He knew he could coax him with his words but there was something much better about biting and sucking at his husband's throat, his jaw, until there would be bruises. Hizashi could easily lie about a bruise on his jaw; fell out of bed, got punched in the face, fell and slammed it off the counter.

Many excuses that would leave him shivering because HE would know the truth. He squeezed the throbbing erection tightly as he stroked as fast as he dared, rubbing at the head with his fingers every once in a while, before stroking just as fast. He was so close his shoulder lightly bumped against Hizashi's with the speed of his movements. The muscles ached lightly from their tied position earlier but he didn't mind.

Strange how an oncoming orgasm for his husband felt just as exciting as one for himself. He felt the twitches of his husband's orgasm as well as one for himself. He came up had something to say about it, he would still have known from those strangely frantic twitches as Hizashi's hips thrusted up desperately. He released his jaw allowing it to snap shut as the blonde hissed out a single curse before it melted into such a loud, long moan,

The sound along sent chills down his spine as the blonde trembled squeezing his fingers painfully around his wrist. He squeezed as he stroked lazily over the twitching shaft as if to emphasize, coax him through the waves. He moved his left hand from his husband's balls to trace up his hip again and squeeze at his waist as Hizashi trembled from the tight clench of his muscles until it was over with a slow breath that shook from his husband.

He couldn't stop gawking at Hizashi's face through every second of it. The way his brows had come together tightly, his eyes rolling back as his lashes fluttered down to his hot cheeks, how his teeth gnashed together before his mouth inevitably dropped open with another groan or moan. The droplet of sweat that rolled down his red cheek, his hair clinging to his face, as his hips bucked up against his hand.

It was beautiful. Every second of it. And when he was kissed so fervently, so breathlessly that his head spun? It was perhaps the highlight of his night so far in terms of sweetness. It wasn't fast but the heat, the passion, of it? It was all there in the simple movement of their lips as he kept his right hand away from touching the blonde. He happily curled his left hand up to tangle his fingers into the golden locks.

He wanted to kiss Hizashi all night long. He wanted to kiss those soft lips until his head was spinning, until he was begging for Hizashi to let him do something for the blonde. He whined when those lips pulled away from his, chasing after them instinctively only for the blonde to pepper kisses over his own clammy and hot face like the sweat there didn't bother the blonde one little bit.

It took him a second, a mere second, to wonder over his actions before he was returning the favor; kissing his husband's hot face, kissing the smattering of freckles over the bridge of his nose and the fainter ones along his cheeks. His forehead, the tip of his nose, his cheeks, and his lips in those light little kisses until he pulled back allowing Hizashi's hands to drift over his jaw lightly and then up to press against his tingling lips softly.

"You are the most perfect person on the face of the planet, you know that?"

He let his lips tilt up into a smile at the marveling, perhaps even dreamy tone now as those green eyes flicked over his face with wonder. He loved the look of awe on his husband's face making that helpless urge to lean in to kiss him lightly, a fluttering movement against his lips that was returned happily by the blonde. He pulled back only for those fingers to lightly trace the shape of his mouth again making him chuckle as his lips tingled beneath the light movements.

"How did I ever get so lucky?"

"Mmm, I wouldn't say I'm perfect. More like adequate. Enough for someone like you."

"You got that right, baby!"

He then shifted on his knees lightly when he looked down at his right hand, sticky from the come on it then looked up at the blonde who didn't seem to notice that pointed look though he didn't care. If the blonde was having even the smallest taste of how he'd felt that first time, then he couldn't fault the man for any lack of attention. "Zashi?"

"Mmhmm?"

"Can you take this out of me? And get the harness off?"

"Oh, sure! Here, bend forward a bit." He leaned forward, his chest pressing to Hizashi's as the blonde blinked himself out of his thoughts a few times while his other hand leaned around sliding past his lower back making him shiver lightly.

He shut his eye swallowing down a little moan as he buried his face into Hizashi's shoulder as the blonde's fingers wriggled inwards, sliding in effortlessly to grab at the little bullet. He jolted with a sharp breath as the vibrator pressed against his prostate before being pulled out of him and he let out a slow breath once it was being pulled out. "And I'll get you untied! Let me get the shower started for you first, okay? Sip some more water for me, think if you can about what you'd like to eat."

"Brain power is a little hard but sure thing." He pulled away from his husband to give a weak salute as the water bottle was then pushed into his hand as the blonde climbed off the bed though rather than leaving Shouta with a come covered hand the man plucked a wipe from the packet then turned back to him.

He wiped his hand clean, the blonde humming quietly then leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead. It sent a wave of warmth under his skin, a stark contrast to the heat that had been sizzling under it but he liked it. He didn't mind it at all as he shut his eyes under the tingling warmth it gave him. When Hizashi walked around the bed he dragged his teeth over his bottom lip a few times.

The blonde always said it first after they were done, and this time? This time HE wanted to say it first. "Zashi?"

His husband paused near the doorway of their bathroom, wobbling on his feet as he stopped mid-step and he had to keep from laughing or God forbid giggling. He wouldn't ever intentionally release a sound as he had honestly thought Hizashi caught him the other night when he'd rubbed their noses together. Sometimes they snuck out of him and what shame was there in a grown man giggling once in a while? None. But him? Shouta Aizawa giggling while sober? Not happening.

"What is it, baby?"

Ah. Why did it feel so weird to initiate it first? He felt his face burn with a fresh wave of heat as he then plucked lightly at the rope. "Um." He looked away from the blonde, tipping his head just enough that he hoped the locks of hair that swung towards his face would hide the red hue. Anything. "I, uh, I love you."

It was still, quiet even, prompting him to peek at his husband only to gasp when the blonde suddenly launched himself at the bed taking fast, long strides as he threw himself at Shouta. His legs flailed out, his arms flying up to- what? Push him away? Or pull him closer? He didn't know. He shouted as he slammed down onto the bed making it bounce under the weight, the impact, as the shower was forgotten by his quite literal Labrador retriever husband.

He was awkwardly pinned to the bed; not quite on his back yet not quite on his side either and he grunted when Hizashi's weight made an uncomfortable sensation radiate outward with each second. It wasn't pain, just uncomfortable. And then lips were pressing against his in such a passionate manner he felt blind-sided. Uncomprehending it'd happened until his husband was pulling away smiling down at him with such warmth, such affection, he felt a stab of embarrassment.

"I love you too, Sho!"

The way it was said, with such warmth and unhidden joy, that it made Shouta's heart skip so fiercely he wondered if Hizashi felt it. He didn't have much time to ponder that as he was being kissed again, the warm, soft lips he so adored and his hands were weaving up into those blonde locks of hair. They could shower in a minute. Eat in a minute. For now, his world consisted of the soft lips on his and the blonde's locks around his fingers. That was more than enough for right now.