Fifty Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

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

25. To Be Bred

"Mmmm."

Shivers. He loved that quiet, breathy sound that left Hizashi as he happily twisted himself closer to the blonde as a hand traced up then down his side making his skin tingle through the fabric of his shirt until he was releasing a soft sound of his own. While he wished he could use both hands to touch the blonde it simply wasn't possible now; his left arm was curled, pinned under his head between that and the pillow keeping his head lifted just enough.

Using his right hand to stroke his thumb against his husband's soft cheek. He slid his hand backwards then, drifting the tips of his fingers against the warmth of his blush, towards the edge of his ear. He followed the curve of getting a shiver from the blonde who moved his lips with a small sense of urgency, of excitement that he happily returned before sliding his hand backwards into their goal.

He twisted a few locks of that soft blonde hair around his fingers pulling a sigh from his husband that fanned across his cheek that he found himself echoing as the hand sliding up and down his side continued to move downwards to his leg making his brows raise. He lifted his leg up with little prompting as Hizashi curled it over his waist and he tightened it, pressing himself tightly to the blonde as he sank into the pleasure, the warmth of kissing the blonde.

Strange how he felt like a teenager again; available limbs twisted to cling to Hizashi, soft music playing from the man's phone on the speaker by the TV and the sound of their breaths being taken with such synchronicity much like their lips really did throw him for a loop. However, he found he enjoyed that feeling. That sensation that he was indeed younger than he was and the sensation that his mother could come barging into the apartment at any moment.

A moment where he would then scramble to get the blonde under the tiny gap beneath his bed and use the blanket to hide him. That young, reckless, giddy sensation of kissing the blonde. He let out a slow breath as the blonde's hand traveled up and down his thigh making that all too familiar excitement, longing, twist through him languidly before pooling down into his stomach with an ache that he reveled in.

A tingling that, at just the right moment, would spread down to his groin and have his heart hammering against his chest and his breaths rasping out of him. But not yet. He didn't want that yet. He wanted this; the impossible closeness, the soft hair he twisted around his fingers again and again, the hand that was now making a circuit up his thigh to his side pushing his useless shirt up slightly from the movement.

Why did he put it on? Why had he thrown it on after they changed for bed? Was it to do with putting Eri to bed tonight? Possibly. He may be her adoptive father, but he wasn't about to walk shirtless around the girl; he refused. Hizashi, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind being shirtless around the house and he had to admit that he had his days where he opted out of a shirt himself but the last time that had happened the blonde tried coaxing him to dance to a song on the radio.

Which, he had happily indulged in, until Hitoshi and Eri came barging into the room for their attention. Oh, he used to love that. Those days that, when Hizashi made breakfast, the blonde's hands would be held out for him to take and then when he did so he would be pulled closer until one hand squeezed his. And then his left hand would slid up to his shoulder.

Shivering when Hizashi's free hand curved against the shape of his waist until it pressed against his lower back. Then they would sway, barefoot with nothing but a pair of pants in his case and a pair of boxers for Hizashi as he allowed himself to be danced around the kitchen. At least until the blonde was scrambling to flip eggs that were always a little crispy at the edges if he did them Sunny Side up.

No, he still loved that. That Hizashi would beckon and coax him closer before crooning whatever sweet song he had in his head close to his ear making him smile as they swayed in a gentle back and forth rhythm. He shook off those thoughts, those little memories, however when he felt teeth nipping lightly at his lower lip before the blonde was pulling away though he chased after them earning a few firm yet short kisses that rang with a sweetness.

Such a sweetness that had his outstretched leg curling against the sheets creating a soft rustling sound. He opened his eyes with a little frown tugging at the corners of his mouth only for him to find large green eyes so close to him staring right down into his very being it seemed. Effortless, deeply, and perhaps even unnervingly did his husband stare right into his own eyes and naturally it made him look away with a rush of heat to his cheeks.

Hizashi, smiling at him so delightedly, lifted his hand up from his side to trace down the edge of his jaw then up to follow the curve of his scar. "You're so pretty."

If he hadn't been blushing already, he was sure his face would have ripped with heat. It didn't matter how many times it was said, it didn't matter how many tones it was said in, the fact that Hizashi whispered those words with such reverence while those green eyes stared into his own when he looked back up would always shake him. It would always leave him self-conscious, always embarrassed at how they were said with such fascination.

Spoken with such awe when it came from Hizashi. Was it because, cliché as it was, his husband's opinion was the only one that mattered to him? That while he could be just as embarrassed if Eri were to pick up on calling him that, that it was Hizashi's voice that could always make him feel strangely vulnerable? "Whether you believe it or not, you only got better through the years. Aging like fine wine, you only got so much better as we got older. So pretty, so fucking pretty."

"Shut up!" His tone came out harsher than he liked but his face was uncomfortably hot, and these little compliments were making his stomach squirm hopefully, his heart skipping and stuttering over its beats unhelpfully. Making him feel utterly breathless.

The blonde leaned forward peppering his face in little kisses that had him grunting at him as if he wanted to scold but fought those words back. Why did his husband always come up with the weirdest comparisons? Always, without a doubt, would say flowery words that left him red faced and shy? "What does that even mean anyways? 'I aged like fine wine'. Weird way to call me old, Zashi."

"You may be an old man, Sho, but you're my old man!" He then scowled only for it to be ruined then the blonde nuzzled his cheek to his own, as if he didn't mind the scratch of the stubble one bit and he couldn't stop his lips from pouting, his lower lip jutting out just a bit when the blonde pulled back then laughed softly at the pout paired with his weak scowl.

"Wow, an old man, huh? So flattering to go from callinng me pretty to calling me OLD, Zashi."

"Oh, stop fussing! I think we both know I'm older than you, baby! If anything, you're the one who married an old man given I'm about four months older than you." He twitched when his husband kissed the tip of his nose. "Be honored! The years will hit me a whole four months before they ever hit you!"

"I thought I told you to shut up."

Hizashi's answering laugh old had his pout intensified as he looked away, fingers twisting and curling the locks around them idly while he debated his next words. He knew, realistically, after yesterday that Hizashi might be averse to sex; after all, the man had refused that for himself after Shouta's third orgasm but today he felt okay. Sure, his legs shook if he stood on them too long that morning.

However, he'd regained his strength by the afternoon, and he wasn't slightly foggy like he had been most of the day. He had a clear head that was very sharp compared to last night and this morning but with it came the all too clear wants. He knew his husband would be hesitant about it, but he wanted for once to have that type of sex that left his head spinning and cleared every little drop of clarity, every little word he'd ever gathered, out of his head.

And he had an idea for that. Lifting his gaze again he found his husband's amused, glittering gaze with his own taking a deep breath. "Zashi, I have a question."

This had curiosity perking up in his husband, a wide smile curling over his lips making his mustache twitch as he squirmed slightly before drumming his fingers on his thighs excitedly. "Oh? What kinda question?"

"Why did you put 'breeding kink' on the list?"

Oh, he had never seen Hizashi turn so red in such a little time. All of that excitement, that curiosity, dropped away as his smile froze on his lips then twitched as if the blonde didn't know if he wanted to keep it or let it drop away. He almost felt bad for bringing it up, but he really was curious. It just so happened that his want for sex lead him to finding a mild solution that would not only get him what he wanted but would allow them to explore one of the tamer kinks when compared to yesterday.

He knew that realistically if he did get to have sex with his husband tonight that he'd need to take a break. Three orgasms Saturday night with one tonight? That was a lot. Just because he had stability in his legs and a clear head didn't mean he could constantly pump out orgasms, so he knew that if he went through with tonight, they'd be taking a pretty decent break. He blinked refocusing on his husband's red face when he made a strange little croaking noise.

"And you erased something you initially wrote down. You can't tell too good just what it was, but I stared at it long enough to piece it together or give a shot in the dark just what it was beforehand. A pregnancy kink I think is what it said."

"You can stop talking."

"I looked them up. I figured using Urban Dictionary or any other wiki on what those entail or what they even mean was pretty interesting, but it doesn't make sense why you put them down. I'm a man, you're a man, so they wouldn't exactly apply to us. I can't get pregnant, nor can you 'breed' me in that way."

He then tilted his head as he swore his husband's face was getting hotter as the heat sizzled between them, the color turning redder and redder as his lashes fluttered in fast little blinks, but he needed to understand. He wanted to possibly use it and to use it he needed to understand how they would dive into a strange scenario like that. After all, was he wrong? Did gay men indulge in breeding and pregnancy kinks?

"I just need to understand why you put it there. Is it from that joke? That popular one that was everywhere for a while? Submissive and bree-"

"Shouta, for fucks sake stop talking!" He blinked when a hand clapped over his mouth, his husband shrieking at him in such obvious embarrassment that he genuinely felt bad; it wasn't often Hizashi got worked up.

He wasn't even this embarrassed when he asked him to call him Daddy. Maybe the dry humping being one of them out of embarrassment, but this? This had him feeling guilty. He reached up to touch the back of Hizashi's hand lightly, those wide green eyes on him were glowing above the outstanding scarlet blush smothering itself across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose nearly obliterating those beloved freckles. Even his chest and the tips of his ears held a soft red hue to them.

"One, it's a-a roleplay idea maybe? I don't know, a scenario, a dirty talk thing people use and it's not that weird! Two, anyone can do it! It's not strictly for men and women relationships! Women could technically do it with other women and men can definitely do it with other men! But dear fucking God, do not stare at me with that blank ass look and say the words 'submissive and breedable' to me when I've been happily making out with you for-" He twisted to look at the clock then back to him. "Two hours!"

He tried tugging at Hizashi's hand, so he could reply to the man, but the hand merely pressed itself tighter to his mouth which prompted an eyeroll as he then pulled his hand from the locks of hair, he'd been playing with idly to sign with his hand. What does us making out for two hours have anything to do with a breeding kink? You wrote it down. So clearly, you're interested in it, right?

"What does- Shouta! The implication is there, you freaking idiot! I'm lying in bed, kissing you, and then you bring up a kink from the list? It has everything to do with one another!"

Not really.

"Yes, really!"

I merely brought it up because I was curious. I mean, if I really have to be far more blunt with you then I will.

"Blunt about what? You- No. No fucking way! That isn't scientifically nor mathematically possible that you could have any energy to want to fuck!"

But I do. I wanted you to fuck me last night, remember? And you wouldn't do it because you said you couldn't be gentle. Well, that's not an excuse now.

"It wasn't an excuse then! It was a reason, Sho! Three orgasms, whether you understand it or not, makes you incredibly sensitive! And given how sensitive you were, physically and mentally with your subspace, you're telling me you wanted me to pound you into the bed last night?"

Yes. Are you sure you're not the dumb one? Truly? You are blonde one after all. You even made me cry, remember? You need to make it up to me for hurting my feelings.

He knew Hizashi felt the smirk on his lips when he saw that blonde brow -the shape more emphasized given Hizashi had cleaned them up and shaped them with his little razor earlier- twitch and an annoyed look flicker at him as blonde lashes lowered at him. A frown tugged at his husband's lips that pressed together for a moment before blew out a breath that ruffled the hair on his forehead and brought with it that minty smell of their mouthwash.

"You know, for someone who wants to fuck tonight you're really not giving me much reason to do it. Give me a solid reason I should."

Well, a reason I can think of is pretty good. Because I thought we established and mutually agreed that your cock is mine anyways.

"No, we did not."

Yes, we did. And because it's mine, then I deserve to have it tonight. Especially when you went and hurt my feelings like that yesterday. Are you saying you don't want to make it up to me?

"I'm not saying that at all!"

Are you saying you don't want to fuck me then?

"Shouta."

Are you possibly implying that I'm not submissive or breed-able? You don't want to fuck me so hard, so good, that I'm convinced I'll end up pregnant then? You don't want to do that?

"Shouta Aizawa! Oh, my fucking god!" The hand flew off of his mouth, which he opened to take a deep breath only to feel it stutter as he was rolled quickly onto his back in what felt like a mere blink and then he was staring up at Hizashi who was scowling at him though there was nothing, absolutely nothing that could hide the heat in those eyes.

The lustful look that was clawing its way through the scowl. Clawing out with each blink as he tried to hold that scowl and he shivered when fingers drifted down his jaw then down over his chest making him swallow down an excited little noise. The fact that his eyes, his beautiful eyes had dilated with the arousal their kissing had caused only enhanced that look. Only made it far more shudder worthy than it had any right to be.

"You know good and well, there isn't a time where I don't want to fuck you! So, you cut that out right now, you hear me? You're only using it to get me riled up and I won't stand for that!"

Fuck. It wasn't quite that dominant, snarling tone he happily deemed to be his Dom voice but God if it didn't have him snapping right to attention and shaking any other playful rebuttal he could have shot at the blonde as he arched up when the hand trailing over his chest moved down to slide up under his shirt brushing over his skin. Its path left tingles in its wake, an airy squeeze of his stomach.

He whined quietly in the back of his throat when that hand came up moving through the chest hair right to the nipple there and his exhale shuddered on its way out. Trembled. He cleared his throat lightly only to twitch when a thumb slid briefly over his nipple making a deep, tingling wave rush downwards and he inhaled sharply when Hizashi's brows then raised at him when he reached up sliding his own hand down the blonde's chest.

"I h-hear you, Zashi, but I like riling you up. I like when you fuck me hard and you're like some wild animal. I's fucking hot, and you know that."

"Of course, you do, you naughty thing! You've always liked it rough, never had proper patience once when it came to sex." Excitement. It was so common, so familiar lately as his breath trembled lightly on its way in and out threatening to burst into a fast rhythm as he trailed his fingers over Hizashi's pierced nipple getting a similar, fast little huff of air from his husband. Saw the emotion flaring and mixing with that lustful look.

"How can I be patient when I know how good you are when it comes to fucking me?"

"Point made!"

"Mhmmmm."

"So, do you want to sit up? Or stay laying down?"

"Up."

He sat up the moment Hizashi shuffled backwards, his hair falling around his shoulders and brushing his cheeks in their wild positions, and he then squirmed a few times to get comfortable with the pillow crushed against his lower back though he didn't mind it. It was a comforting, even welcome little cushion as his upper back pressed to the top edge of the headboard, his heart thudding against his chest in three fast, rapid successions as hands grabbed the hem of him of his tank top flipping it upwards.

Grunting as he lifted his arms allowing it to be tugged up over it. He looked over as Hizashi threw it to the floor like it was nothing more than a wrapper; a useless thing that had no business being on the bed nor anywhere near them. Fingers tapped then pinched his chin turning his head back to face Hizashi who then shuffled forward again and he released his chin he in favor of sliding his fingers along his jaw.

Settling right down into his lap making his stomach drop excitedly. Wiggling slightly as he looked at Hizashi. "Do- Is a condom needed? Hang on, let me rephrase that. Do you want to use a condom?"

"It's a breeding kink, right? The excitement is all in the possibility of getting me 'pregnant' or possibly achieving that and to feed that particular little thing, right? If that's the case then a condom wouldn't be needed, would it?"

He almost trembled with Hizashi as the fingers twitched against his jaw as they slid backwards to trace the edge of his ear and he bit his lip watching those lashes droop giving him the look he adored. The look that fueled the fire under his skin exactly how he needed it too. He didn't know how other people could find something like this so arousing, but he wanted to try.

He needed to at least try once before he wrote it off or he balked at it; it was like with their dip into Daddy. He didn't think he could say it that night, but it very quickly became a casual thing in the bedroom when he swore it wouldn't. Called Hizashi it without a drop of hesitation now and he still can't place if it made him proud or it made him embarrassed.

"Well, we can opt out on the condom tonight. But then that means climbing out of bed after, cleaning you up in the shower, and doing a million different things before we lay back down. And as much as I do enjoy cumming in you, I don't think that's very worth it, is it?"

He felt breathless. It felt strangely dreamy when he lifted his hands up to slid up Hizashi's sides, the blonde's breath rushing out on a shaking exhale that was followed by an inhale that hitched when he squirmed beneath his palms, his back arching as he let his hands drift up and down his sides. Relishing in the warmth radiating off of him. How soft his skin felt.

"Of course, it's perfectly f-fine to use a condom. Some people get off on the risk of a condom breaking! Or even not using one, but I think it's m-mostly vocal? Talking 'bout it as you're doing it, you know?"

"Then we'll be fine. I was going to say we don't use one, that we can just be reckless tonight, but you do make a fair point of needing to clean me up afterwards. Not worth it at all."

He leaned in pressing a kiss to his husband's chest softly, letting his eyes flutter shut as the wiry blonde hairs scratched and tickled his face lightly as he pressed his lips against the warm skin, crawling upwards towards his collar bone until he heard those shaking breaths above his head. He loved it. He loved it when he could tell that his husband, his confident and bold husband, felt just as breathless.

Felt just as excited as he did with his lips pressed to his skin. He slid his hands up his side getting him a soft sound; not quiet a moan yet it was accompanied by another one of those rushing exhales as the blonde squirmed again though this time it had him in awe at the effect he had. Such little actions he did and that euphoric knowledge that he didn't even have to try to make Hizashi so excited. That was a turn on all by itself. He loved it.

"Why am I giving in to this again? You shouldn't even want to fuck after yesterday!" Hizashi's words were a groan that were accompanied by a sigh when Shouta curved his hands along his slim waist then down to his hips making them jump beneath his hands.

He gave them a squeeze pulling a shaking exhale from the blonde when he trailed his hands down to this thighs, plucking at the edges of his shorts before curving his hands into the blonde's inner thighs. He couldn't stop that giddy feeling when he felt the muscles jump and quiver beneath his fingers and a breathless little sound leaving his husband sent chills down his spine.

He fluttered his lips over his husband's chest again, moving down from his collar bone this time, and he moved to the center of his chest happily placing those little kisses his husband often did to him. And then he moved over to find the blonde's right nipple, pressing a kiss to the hard little thing only to look up from under his lashes to find Hizashi staring at him as if he was riveted by the events. By the actions alone.

"Y-You never gave me a good reason why I should do this!"

"You never asked."

He grinned at his husband who narrowed his eyes, lashes fluttering with the movement, and he lightly dragged his nails over the trembling inner thighs of his making another little breathless noise leave Hizashi who twitched under his hands, erasing that look of reproach. He trailed his fingers up his inner thighs, up towards his hips making them twitch before sliding his hands up Hizashi's sides in a sweeping movement that began at those twitching hips all the way up to the sides of his chest.

It gave him what he wanted; Hizashi's hips squirmed downwards, his back arching forward with a whimper flying out of the blonde as fingers then came up tangling into his hair squeezing tightly at them and sending tingles across his scalp at the sensation. If another had been viewing the sight, had walked in at that exact moment, they would quite possibly assume Hizashi as being the bottom in their relationship.

He was the image of what some would hope a submissive man to be, and he loved it. "Besides, I know you. You wanted to fuck me yesterday but didn't. I have some strength, Zashi, and I can handle a round of sex! I want it. I want you to fuck me, Zashi, until I can't fucking breathe when we're done!"

"Oh yeah? You really want me to fuck you that hard? That good?"

"Yes! Fuck me until I don't know what fucking country, what city, street we live in. Or the season, time, or year we exist in, and I want you to do it now. I want you to fuck the ever-loving shit out of me until I'm convinced that I will be pregnant by the time we're done, you understand me?"

"Well, that's hard to argue against. I hear you loud and clear, baby! Now, let's get started, yeah?"

He didn't need another word from his husband. Didn't need any more encouragement to lean in and place another kiss to his nipple before giving a playful little lick that had Hizashi's hands squeezing his hair tighter, tugging lightly making a shiver run down his spine at the reminder that he really needed to bring that up. How has he not brought it up?

Why didn't he bring it up tonight? Was it because the breeding kink, just the idea of it, was weirdly fascinating? Like hearing the screech of tires and running out in the early hours to a car wreck? That he wanted to understand why some people gawked at it? Participated in it? He could have a whole day to explore hair pulling anyhow; Hizashi put it on the list for a reason, after all.

He flattened his tongue against the pierced nipple, loving the feel of the hardened little thing beneath his tongue, and he loved the whine he got from Hizashi when fiddled with the ball of his piercing. He used the tip of his tongue to lift one side of the piercing up in what he hoped would create the 'burn' sensation that Hizashi had once admitted he liked; he said it was similar to yanking on his hoops when he wore them in his earlobe.

Not really a burn so much as it was the sensation of the piercing being pushed and prodded at that got him going. Even went so far as to say it felt damn good and it was that alone that made it Shouta's sole mission to do his best to play with those piercings whenever he could. He loved the moan, high and trembling when he bit lightly at the nipple, turning his attention from the piercing for the moment, biting down teasingly before releasing it in favor of giving the smallest suck to it instead.

The result was instantaneous; his husband's hands knotted into his hair fiercely shoved his face against his chest and he felt a wave of excitement crash through him leaving him trembling it's wake. Loving it. He covered his areola, his nipple, all of it as a whole with his mouth and sucked happily. It earned him another one of those high, trembling moans from his husband who was beginning to roll his hips leisurely, idly down against him making him twitch with a soft moan of his own.

He dug his teeth lightly into the areola before closing his lips tightly over the nipple suckling at the bud. He slid his hands up then down slowly, trembling lightly against his husband who was squirming in between those rolling, intentional movements of his hips and it left him surprised when the blonde snagged his left wrist yanking his hand away from his side.

It was quickly answered when the blonde placed his hand over his left nipple, squeezing his wrist lightly as if telling him to do it; ordering him to play with it the same way he was with the right one. And he groaned quietly as he happily flicked his thumb over the hardened nipple prompting the blonde to release his wrist. Fingers then slid over the shell of his ear in the disguised movement of brushing his hair behind his ear away from his face.

He shivered with a breathless little noise leaving his own throat, similar to the ones Hizashi had released moments ago. He could hear Hizashi's breaths racing above him, a fast in and out rhythm that had his heart flying against his chest in time with those excited breaths above his head as he kept up the suction on his husband's nipple before biting down on it pulling a groan from the blonde as he pinched the right one in time with his bite.

He squeezed tightly at that nipple. So tight he swore the bar was making itself known and it pulled a cry out of his husband who jerked in his grasp. His hips then ground down abandoning that slow leisurely manner. It was quick, tight little rolling movements that his hips twitched up in the urge to copy them, to grind and squirm with the blonde but it was difficult when his lower half was essentially pinned to the bed with his husband on his lap.

While, he certainy didn't mind that, however, as there would be time later to do that. To be a happy participant in the grinding rhythm. He twisted his fingers lightly back and forth, reminiscent of how he would rub fabric between his fingers but the effect it had on Hizashi who cried out again when he pulled his mouth off of his nipple to trace the rim of his areola before flattening his tongue over the bud had shivers running down his spine.

A whimper in the back of his throat when the hands in his hair pulled him away from the blonde's chest yet he continued twisting, pinching, and even pulling at that right nipple making his husband echo his little whimper. He hardly had the time to marvel over the expression on his husband's face. On the fierce red blush smothering itself over his face and burning in the tips of his ears just like earlier.

And then the blonde was swooping down capturing him in a kiss so fiercely hot he swore he was sizzling under its effect. It was an urgent, hard press of lips against his own that had him clawing at the blonde's waist with his free hand. He slid it up to pinch the slick nipple he'd been pulled from, and it earned him an eager sounding moan from the blonde that he was helpless against.

Helpless in echoing that sound as his stomach squeezed with that nauseating excitement. He moved his lips quickly, urgently with his husband's as hands squeezed his hair before sliding down to trail down his back prompting him to arch forward through his hands kept their chests from touching. Hizashi, however, didn't seem to mind that. If he didn't mind, then surely it didn't matter.

He was being swallowed up, drowning underneath the heat that was flickering and swelling beneath his skin as he kissed the blonde. Their kisses of earlier, those slow, lazy movements were nothing compared to this fast and urgent rhythm that he was finding far more enjoyable. It made him wonder if Hizashi was more ready for this than he would let on.

If he had been aroused, had been even the slightest bit turned on enough to consider sex when they were twisted up together minutes ago on their sides or if it was now swooping in. He didn't want to admit it out loud, didn't want to admit it to himself, but he had been there. This whole time, from the second he rolled over whispering if Hizashi was asleep after they'd laid in bed together following the bedtime routine for Eri.

Hell, he'd been there when he was tugged close to the blonde who put on their soft soothing music before diving in. He'd been there for hours but hadn't wanted to pull away from their lazy kissing to voice it out loud but there was only so much even he could take. He had to admit that while he wasn't the type to be horny for an extended length of time and didn't like to be, he had to admit today was hard.

How Hizashi had grabbed his waist to help him stand when his legs trembled the longer, he stood, or how the blonde coaxed him into the bathroom helping him stand in that first hour when standing felt impossible on his own just so he could use the bathroom. How he was then fussed, crooned and cuddled in bed until Eri came knocking on their door did little to abate the sensation.

He didn't like thinking he was horny, he didn't like admitting he was, and yet the urge was undeniable ever since Saturday night when he was refused that fourth orgasm. That chance. He could control himself and he did so beautifully; he swore he didn't slip once but Hizashi didn't make it easy. Fluttering kisses on his cheeks and nose, arms loosely around his waist and how he was yanked onto his lap?

How those lips pressed over his shoulder and neck in a little circuit? The hands rubbing at his lower back as the blonde whispered to him? It didn't help. Not one bit of it helped and he had only grown impatient, winding up tighter, until he found a reason to suggest this. A reason, an idea, to give them both what he knew they wanted. He wasn't sure when he began moving.

Didn't know whether it was lost in his thoughts or if he had simply moved instinctively that his brain didn't catch it, but he was leaning forward pushing his husband back. He loved the moan that flew out of the blonde when he no doubt realized, understood perfectly, what Shouta was doing. It was harder than it should have been to break the kiss but once that quiet smack of lips parting rang out Hizashi was climbing off his lap.

The blonde twisted towards the bedside table to grab their usual items as the bed shifted from their respective movements. He looked over when he noticed clothing being thrown off the edge of the bed, a flare of heat ripping beneath his skin as he snaped the drawer shut, placing the wipes on the bedside table beneath the lamp. While he knew what he'd be turning to see it didn't change the fact his heart raced and his breaths shortened in excitement as he turned towards him.

It didn't matter if he had seen it for fifteen years and it didn't matter he got to see it every day of those fifteen years, he still found himself gawking over his husband when he turned to face him. A wide, smug smirk curled over Hizashi's lips as he stuck out his tongue playfully causing that piercing to wink at him in the yellow lighting provided by the single lamp.

It caused one side to be light up in that hue while the other was nothing but cool tones of the darkness in their room. It was an addicting, emphasizing sight when the blonde pulled his tongue back into his mouth though that smug smirk never left; in fact, he swore the corners of his mouth twitched before rising higher. This man was going to be the death of him someday.

"You like what you see, baby?"

His breath hitched when Hizashi pulled a very, well, him move. A black nailed hand drifted down his chest, his feet shifting against the sheets as he arched that chest of his up causing the piercing facing the light to wink lightly at him far brighter than it would have due to the saliva and those blonde lashes fluttered at him as hips not only raised up as well but his head pressed back offering up his throat for a view that anyone would drool at.

Hizashi was always drool worthy and while he had happily accused the blonde of drooling over him that night with their dip into food play, he had to admit he was in danger of drooling himself. Especially when his mouth watered at the sight of his husband's erection, his eyes gawking at the length the moment he let it flick downwards, and he had to wonder just how he let himself be so fascinated. How he let himself be such a fool, such a trembling mess for this man.

Then he pulled his gaze away when he got a low, throaty chuckle from the blonde prompting him to look up. And noticed his hearing aid. It-"Don't go drooling on me, baby! Why don't you come here, and I'll help you get ready?"

"It's falling out." When Hizashi's smirk dropped with a confused look he lifted his hand up tapping his ear. "Your hearing aid, it's falling out."

He grinned at the blonde when the man pouted before reaching up to his right ear tucking the hearing aid back into place as casually as he would with a lock of hair making his grin widen with a burst of confidence. Boldness. He knew Hizashi would eat it up, knew he would need it with the things said tonight. Then he shifted forward tossing the lube along with the condoms next to the blonde as he hooked his thumbs in his pajama bottoms.

"A-And what if I do like what I see? You've known ever since you were lanky that you were sexy, so why deny it? I could waste my breath and deny it but we both know it. I guess everyone deserves a little ego boost every once in a while. T-Though, I wouldn't-"

He cut himself off, unable to squeeze those words out. His confidence flickered as his face burned, his throat seeming to close up as he pushed his bottoms to his thighs and letting his gaze flick away from Hizashi who had sat up on his hands looking at him curiously. He wanted, for once, to start it off. A little word plays of some kind, like he had before but this?

This felt just as awkward, just as painfully impossible as that very first time he'd called Hizashi, that now beloved title. He didn't know how he went about saying something that had to do with it when everything about it felt odd. He couldn't wrap his head around how to phrase it; he wasn't a woman and they were both men, so how did he phrase something in response to breeding right?

He didn't have a womb -he didn't have a vagina- so what the hell did he say? How did he twist and work this to apply itself to two men? To himself? He swallowed as he kicked his pajama pants off, his hands shaking against his thighs lightly when he looked to Hizashi once the fabric was slipping off the bed from his push and he hoped his gaze alone could convey what he couldn't figure out.

That Hizashi would help him start it; that the blonde, so colorful in his bedroom talk, would understand he was struggling. Tempted to give up before they even tried it. Hizashi was staring at him with that same curiosity that bordered very closely to confusion, his eyes flicking over his face in tiny little movements that his lashes dipping and lifting respectively when the realization flickered so brightly, he swore the blonde would light up the room. T

hen the blonde smiled shuffling forward until he was upright in front of him, their knees pressing together slightly as the blonde reached out brushing his hair behind his ears before letting his fingers trace down the length of his jaw making his breath shudder out. "So, because I'm so pretty and sexy you'll let me fuck you, huh? You don't mind letting yourself be bred by someone like me?"

Fuck. He didn't know how he felt about that; it felt weird. His lips trembled wordlessly, his face burning with a fresh wave of heat as he stared at his husband as those fingers then brushed up his cheeks. As if the man wanted to gauge the heat behind the horrendous red shade his face had to be. Just because he did a deep dive on the internet for things to say regarding a breeding kink didn't mean he was ready to hear it much less say it back.

Hizashi, however, didn't seem afraid about talking for the both of them yet. "My little kitten wants that, don't you? Want me to fuck you so good tonight? Give you some relief? Some fun? Fill you up with so much cum you feel pregnant the day after? Maybe we'll get lucky and the condom breaks! Won't that be fun?"

He didn't know if his shiver was in response to those words spoken in a wickedly strange tone or the way Hizashi was leaning close as he whispered them. How his lips were just barely caressing his cheek with how close he had gotten, his hands tracing down the sides of his neck making his heart pound frantically against his chest as his breath hitched with a quiet whine in the back of his throat ringing out when he turned his face against those lips.

Anything to make them press firmly to his skin like he wanted. He shivered at the tingle that radiated over his skin when Hizashi's lips trailed down his cheek to his jaw, underneath it, and down his throat making another quiet whine break out of him. He didn't know what to say, how did he play off his words? How did he continue? "Z-Zashi, I don't-"

"It's okay. You just say what you want when you think of it, no rush." Hizashi's breath fanned across his chest as he spoke though it was slightly above a whisper this time. The way it came out sent chills down his spine as it dipped and came out softer than anything he had ever heard; coaxing perhaps?

No, no not coaxing. Not a whisper either, it was like-like a purr. Not quite rolling off like one but damn near close to it and it had his heart stuttering in between its frantic beats along with an excited drop to his stomach. "I just- I don't know what to say and-"

"It's okay, baby! Besides I can talk for both of us, you know that! Even if you don't say a word we at least tried, didn't we? And besides, that's the fun of it! To try. And I'm going to fuck you so hard it'll feel like I'm trying to knock you up, until even you are convinced it can happen. Because my baby -my kitten - needs me too, don't you?"

"Yes!" He couldn't control the frantic, excited way his words flew out of him when a hand cupped the back of his neck while another curled around his waist tugging him forward while Hizashi once again moved backwards, and he gasped in with that same excitement as Hizashi shifted and pulled his legs out from under himself.

Leaned back until he was flopping onto the mattress with Shouta landing on top of him, and he marveled at the spread of his blonde locks awkwardly around his face and pinned beneath his back, underneath his neck, but the blonde didn't seem to mind as he then reached for the lube lifting it up cracking the top. Now this he knew how to respond too. He knew eventually he'd spit out the things he'd read up on but not yet. It was too embarrassing to say those things yet.

And so he settled on their usual call and response. Spitting out the first thing in his mind as he watched his husband, unable to hold back a little wriggle of eagerness. "I w-want you to fuck me! I need you too! It's- I've been so-!"

"Horny? Poor baby, my sweet boy, all pent up from yesterday still? You had three whole orgasms but you're still horny?"

He trembled at the puffy pout he got from his husband, the way his lower lip jutted out and his brows came together. It excited him; it sent waves of that emotion through him as he then let his eyes shift down to his hands when he heard that familiar slick noise. He felt like every wisp of air flew out of him when he watched Hizashi lube up not two fingers like he usually did but three; his index, middle, and ring finger.

Fuck, yes. And then that crooning tone turned into that wicked purring pitch that had his heart sprinting frantically when the blonde spoke again. "Are you sure you aren't in heat? It sure as hell seems like it!"

Oh, what did he say? He could say anything, but he found himself choking on his words as he stared down at his husband, feeling his arms trembling lightly. "I- Zashi, it's-!"

He needed to say one thing, just squeeze it out of his tight throat and work through the embarrassment sizzling in his face in the form of that intense blush he was used to. Hell, he felt it burning in the tips of his ears. He knew he could play off of that easily. After all, hadn't he done that with their pet play? Hizashi had used those words before with that playful lilt as he suggested he was in heat.

Like he truly was an animal of some kind. And what did animals in heat do? if Hizashi said he was like that then he could play off of it by saying- "I-I feel like it. In heat. Wha-What do I do, Zashi? How do I fix it?"

Lust. Excitement. They flashed brilliantly up at him from those green eyes, He shifted onto his shaking left arm to reach beneath his husband's neck and shoulders to pull his hair out even if he knew they wouldn't be staying in this position for long because he knew exactly how he wanted to do this, how he wanted it. Up against the headboard, gripping onto its edge. Pressing his palms fiercely against it until it was positively slamming against the wall and the frame was squeaking lightly.

"How do you fix it? Well, I sure can think of quite a few ways, baby. Most animals, when they're in heat, if they are of higher quality and they haven't been spayed or neutered in some way are used for breeding. They sometimes are bred for qualities, for aesthetic purposes, or for profit. They get bred over and over until pregnancy takes place, so that leaves me with an option I'm sure you'd like, kitten."

Was breeding a BDSM thing? Did he unknowingly choose a simple thing and it be tied into a dominant and submissive roleplay? Or was Hizashi merely wanting to dip into it? He hadn't established the color system, asked the safe word, so did that mean they were just casually using those nicknames? He felt his lips trembling wordlessly, shaping words his throat couldn't quite squeeze out yet as the blonde then dropped the lube casually above his shoulder.

Feeling that sickening excitement as those slickly glistening fingers reached back, a touch awkwardly given their position. His arm curved over his side, his forearm pressing against his lower back and his hand reaching just far enough for his fingers to slide between his ass cheeks to rub against him creating that quiet slick noise that never failed to have him tremble at just how lewd it was.

How that lewdness fed right into the lust burning under his skin. Had him feeling strangely dizzy. "W-What option is that?"

"It's the simplest thing I can do for you, kitten, which is fucking it out of you!" He sucked in a breath leaning down to his husband who was smiling up at him with that playful, wicked look as one of those fingers pushed into him and he whimpered pressing his lips to the blonde's jaw only to feel his breath fanning against his cheek when he moved upwards.

The warmth of his breath, the shivers running down his spine at the pur of his husband's voice paired with the wickedly playful look on his face. Green eyes glinting at him as that finger began thrusting lazily into him. Rubbing against him delightedly, his thighs trembling lightly much like the rest of him as he stared at his husband. Awed. How- Was it just going to get better? Saying these things? Or would he lock up when he wanted to say them the most?

Hizashi seemed strangely eager. More excited than usual. Was this another weird, albeit interesting little kink of his that he had before they started the challenge? Was it something his husband had been curious about but didn't know how to bring up? Possibly. Maybe. Given by the heat in his eyes, the excitement that sparkled occasionally at him and the red flush to his face all spoke volumes. And then that smile curled over his lips delightedly as he spoke again.

"Oh? You want that? You want me to fuck you good? Fuck you so hard and fast the condom breaks? And satisfy that little pesky heat with you by breeding you like the horny little thing that you are? Is that what you need, kitten? Is that what you want? Need me to fuck the ever-loving shit out of you again and again until you're dripping with my cum?"

"Yes! I-I don't- Mmm!"

"Though you wanna know what I think?"

"Wh-What?"

"I think you've wanted it the whole time, haven't you? Of course, given you're a man, we can always fix that with a simple little quirk!" His breath trembled on its way out, his lips parting as he squirmed when fingers drifted along the underside of his erection as the arm against his lower back pressed down coaxing his hips lower rather than up and back like he wanted them to be.

"Don't even fucking th-think about it, Zashi!

"Is it too tempting? The fact I could find someone to turn you into a woman, if you wanted it bad enough, and fuck you silly until you really are pregnant? Or we could find one of those weird quirks that gives you those parts needed for it while the rest of you stays the same! "

"I'm n-not even going to humor that fucking thought!"

"Oh? Why not? Is it too sexy for you? Too hot? Get's you all bothered to think about being pregnant?

"No! I-It doesn't!"

"Hmmm, I think you do! Though I think I like the idea of fucking you silly as the pretty little man you are until you're begging me to breed with you again and again until your little brain wants that!"

He whined feeling a second finger nudging at him, so lost in the quietly whispered words that he hadn't felt that single finger thrusting slowly as he should have and he shivered, huffing out a breath as he squirmed against Hizashi finding a strange, almost satisfied delight in the stretch. Loving the presence of those fingers working together into a lazily thrust that had him strangling those little moans in the back of his throat.

Unwilling to let them out fully yet helpless to truly stop them in their tracks. It was these little sounds that he could feel his husband shiver at, his fingers speeding up each time a new sound left him, and he couldn't fight the urge to press his lips in a brief yet absolutely sizzling kiss that had his toes curling when he felt Hizashi's hips lift. And ohhh, if that wasn't a treat!

He moaned when the hand that had moved out of the way when his hips had lowered, wrapped around both of their erections making his hips buck forward eagerly earning him a moan from the blonde when he pulled from the kiss meeting those burning eyes that sent waves of shivers over him. "I didn't k-know 'bout- Mmm! This kinda t-thing and it just- Ah! It's so-! Shit!"

"It's weird, I guess you could say, but it's clearly not so weird that you're struggling to stay hard. In fact, I don't think you've been harder before save for the cock ring that night so the next question I'd have to ask you, kitten, is does this get you that excited? It's fucking weird and I think you like that it's weird!"

The blonde's voice dipped into that purring tone he absolutely loved and he shuddered, a whimper flying out of him as the fingers tightened around him squeezing their erections together in such a delicious manner, he couldn't find a single protest. Did he like these weirder things? Maybe. He might. It's possible. After all, he'd gotten off to fucking in the backseat of the car just fine, called his husband Daddy just fine.

In fact, they've done so many other things he had done that could be seen as weird and he loved ALL of them. However, breeding? It might not be his thing, like the omorashi, but if it turned out to be Hizashi's thing? Then he'd be fine with once in a while. Be happily fine with it. He gasped in a breath only for it to fly out on a little cry when Hizashi's fingers rubbed over his prostate.

The simple action sent a wave of heat up his spine causing his arms to tremble and threaten to give out on him as he whimpered. "I think that the weirder it is the more you like that shit! Tell me, baby, tell me what you think! Don't be shy on me now!"

"I'm not sh-ssshhy! Not- Mmmnn!"

He couldn't hold himself up anymore. He couldn't do it. He let his hands slid on the sheets until they rested on those soft blonde locks, his chest pressing down against Hizashi's with every bit of his weight but other than a squeaky breath that left his husband he didn't get a reprimand; no, he got a moan of what sounded like such delight from the blonde as his hands then worked faster.

Fingers scissoring outwards until he swore that his hole would burn from the stretch only for Hizashi to press his fingers together again thrusting them dizzyingly quick making him gasp when they brushed and pressed firmly against his prostate before sliding away. Even the hand wedged between their stomachs, squeezing at their erections only to come up to rub at the heads with those fingers smearing the drops of pre-come that welled.

He didn't have to imagine how slick the blonde's hand would be from the liquid. It was the speed, the tight squeeze, that had him bucking forward in time with Hizashi a few times. It was hard to focus on words when he had THIS. But Hizashi had asked him- well, was it a question? Or a request? He didn't know. But it had been said and even with the pleasure of having both sides of him being stimulated so dizzyingly he had to scrape his words together.

Just enough to create a cohesive sentence for the blonde. "I-If it's with you then -Ah fuck! - I d-don't care! It's n-not so f-fffucking weird when -Mmmm, shit! Shit, come on! Ah! It's not w-weird when it's with you! Y-You make it so ho-hot when it shouldn't be!"

He knew later those words would bite him in the ass somehow though he also knew it would be in the most amazing way possible. He liked it when sometimes his husband would take his words and use them at him like little bullets used to tease and pick on him. He shouldn't but he strangely loved how there seemed to be a little bully in his husband.

He loved being picked on until he couldn't deny it a second longer when they both knew it was the truth. Hell, Hizashi had also admitted he liked it when Shouta was mean back, so it balanced itself out. Literally. He jolted with a cry when those fingers began that familiar routine; up and down stroking motions, the tight circular press against his prostate that had his hips jerking backwards rather than forwards making the blonde groan.

"It's- Nnngh, yes! Yes! I-I don't know why b-but it's good! So f-ffucking good when it's with you! I dunno ho-how you make it such a fuckin' turn on but you do!"

"Oh, I do? I make it that good for you?" He nodded against his husband's chest, pressing his cheek against the wiry hair not minding it one bit, as he struggled to keep from drooling on the poor man; there was limits and he wasn't going to be that shameless two days in a row.

He had to have some control over that. He felt his air rush out in an excited, eager way that brought with it a short bursting moan when that third finger rubbed gently against the area around his hole lightly before pressing it tightly to the other two, pushing, pushing, pushing against him. He couldn't stop another little cry from leaving him as the finger then slid in with the other two, the slick little sound it made sending a shiver down his spine.

He wasn't aware he'd be squeezing, clutching at those golden locks of hair until Hizashi was moaning loudly in that high, trembling way that had him twitching as he relaxed his fingers. Relaxed his grip. "Mmm! I'll ke-keep that in mind! I'll do my best to m-mmmake it good for you! Always!"

He wanted to yank, to pull and rip at his husband's hair to get those high trembling moans from him but he refrained; they hadn't discussed nor tried it yet and tonight it wasn't. Not yet. He'd bring it up as soon as it was his turn to pick two again and he'd happily do so. He whimpered against Hizashi's chest squirming unsure of where he wanted to move, whether it was better to meet those three fingers thrusting into him slickly.

If he wanted to thrust into the hand still squeezing and moving quickly up and down their combined shafts. Which was better? Which did he want to focus on the most? Did he even want to focus on just one? Did he-? He wailed out when those fingers spread outwards, the sensation always a strange one; it was different from merely two fingers scissoring out.

It was like he was being spread open in two different directions; sidewards and up. It was a strange yet arousing sensation that had him trembling against the blonde as he gasped at the stretch before those three fingers pressed together thrusting into him quickly making him whimper loudly against Hizashi's chest again as the blonde targeted his prostate in teasing little presses and rubs that made his legs twitch and squirm restlessly each time.

He moaned thrusting his hips backward only to fly forward when the blonde's fingers rubbed at the head of his erection. He could hear excited, quick pants above him as if Hizashi himself were getting just as worked up by thrusting his fingers and jerking them off which he couldn't blame him. Wouldn't blame him one bit. His own breaths were harsh little pants that he struggled to control even now, his settling on a clumsy back and forth motion.

A motion that had Hizashi moaning out with such encouragement that he honestly felt like he was the one topping rather than it being the other way around. He couldn't focus, he couldn't think, outside of those three fingers thrusting into him again and again always rubbing teasingly at his prostate making him whimper and twitch at the heat sizzling up his spine until they began focusing on spreading far more than thrusting.

He whined when he realized he was drooling. It wasn't a lot, a simple little line that had begun pooling on his husband's chest and he snapped his jaw shut listening to his teeth click lightly as he groaned before swallowing the pool saliva in his mouth. How did he not notice? How could he have not? He swore he wasn't going to do that; he had said so to himself.

No matter how lost he got the last thing he wouldn't do was drool on his husband and here he was with a little puddle beneath his cheek. He groaned again at both the embarrassment rearing its head up and the fingers spreading outwards. He didn't know how much more would be needed; it never mattered if Shouta begged and shouted that he was ready, they only started when Hizashi claimed he was ready.

When the blonde felt comfortable it wouldn't hurt him and he knew it stemmed back to that one time he had rushed them as young adults, when he had bled for a few days and that mortifyingly embarrassing trip to the doctors, but he didn't want it to rule them forever. It was a mistake, but it didn't mean it would happen every time. God, he wanted him to just do it already.

Each spread of those fingers had him twitching, each thrust was making his eyes roll back behind his squeezed eyelids until his lashes were fluttering against his hot cheeks. He was ashamed to admit he was struggling to keep from orgasming prematurely when each respective hand was squeezing his shaft and rubbing so deliciously at the head of his erection while the other rubbed at his prostate wickedly.

Perhaps he was still sensitive from yesterday? Was that possible? It didn't matter, however when he shamelessly and eagerly thrusted forward when Hizashi began moving his hand faster, squeezing tighter, and he was helpless to keep from doing so. It was like yesterday when they'd used the vibrator and he'd humped his husband's hand shamelessly; it was just like it.

There was no difference, nothing brought Deja vu, when it was the same urgency. The same eagerness. He was gasping, panting against Hizashi's chest and feeling it heave beneath him was strangely comforting to know the blonde was just as excited and just as eager. What could he do to enhance the situation? Give his husband even a taste of the lust, the pleasure, that was burning out of control?

Burning hotter and hotter with every passing second until he felt that clammy sheen breaking out over his forehead. He knew he more than likely could hurt either one of them if tried to reach down and fondle either of their balls which he wanted to avoid, if possible, which left him two options he had to choose quickly between; pull his hair or target his nipples again.

Given he had a much better option so close as he was pressed to his chest, the choice was simple, wasn't it? He could feel Hizashi's hips moving beneath his, in time with the thrusts he gave until he was moaning with the blonde at the sliding and rubbing sensation it gave. He lifted his head just enough to find his goal; the nipple closest to him, the piercing glinting lightly at him and he didn't think.

Didn't stop for a second. He loved the jerk, the cry that left Hizashi when he lapped his tongue over the nipple, playing with the jewelry immediately making the blonde's hands stutter in their movements before kicking it UP impossibly faster until his head was spinning. How could they move faster? How could they thrust, stroke, rub, stretch and make him feel more euphoric than he did seconds ago?

He felt the tremble each time his husband's fingers spread out, urgently and frequently now, as he swirled his tongue around his nipple. He even lifted the jewelry on one side until it gave him a little cry or the type of moan that had him trembling to hear. He then traced the rim of his areola with the tip of his tongue as the blonde's chest arched upwards.

He knew if Hizashi had more hands, or could use his hands, he'd be sitting up for a better angle and while Shouta could help with that, he just didn't think he could manage it. If he sat up now, he'd be crawling off of Hizashi and facing their headboard. He wouldn't care about the proper preparation he needed, he wouldn't care about his husband's worries, he'd be begging and pleading for what he wanted until he got it.

Until he was screaming and demanding for Hizashi to give it to him already. And he didn't want to do that. He really didn't want to do that. So, he did what he could do in that moment without sitting or moving more than necessary. He moved his left hand from the golden locks and began flicking his thumb over Hizashi's other nipple as he happily sucked and nipped at the hardened nipple with his mouth making the blonde cry out again.

The sound rang off of the walls it seemed and filled the air making his ears ring. He pinched the nipple between his fingers tightly just as Hizashi spread his fingers out and the respective cries mingled together making chills run down his spine at the sheer chance that both could do such a thing at the same time. At the same instant. He then bit down harshly on the nipple, the metal balls of the piercing clicking at his teeth.

It tore a shrill wail from his husband as he twisted that other nipple at the same time, back and forth like he had earlier when the blonde had been on his lap, and he was delightedly happy for once when he fingers pushed outwards fiercely before sliding out of him. He released his bite on the nipple when Hizashi's slick hands pulled away from their respective areas to push him upwards and he did so without a fight.

In fact, he pushed himself upwards faster than those hands, shooting up onto his knees shuffling backwards as the blonde flew up quickly and he spun the best he could given he was on his knees still. But he did it. He did it. He shoved at the pillows with a surprisingly swift movement that had them not only flying across the bed but had a couple flipping off the edge.

He couldn't marvel at how he'd let himself slip. He couldn't begin too when he heard that familiar little crinkle, the ripping and the sound of their excited breaths that sounded absolutely deafening. He wasn't lying earlier about what he said. Yes, they'd done some weird things. Yes, this was fucking weird that he was not only doing it but that others found it arousing.

But he was doing it. He couldn't believe he was doing it. He had believed, one thousand percent, that it was hard for him to find it truly weird enough to balk at when it was with Hizashi. He believed if anyone was with the right person then sometimes, if done right, a kink couldn't be seen as weird. All a person needed was an open mind and a willingness to try.

Which he definitely had. Both. He had both. He adjusted himself on his knees slightly, angling his lower half away from its close position against the headboard and so he could comfortably grip the smooth wood of it without feeling crowded against it. It was only after this was done, after he'd spread his knees just enough while angling his hips backwards did, he heard that quiet little squelching that often had a squeak of lube being spread over the condom, and it sent chills down his spine.

Such an exiting little sound. He whined impatiently, tightening his grip over the curve of the headboard only to shiver when slick fingers rubbed a small little dollop across his hole. Ready, ready, ready. He wanted to shout the word in the chant it was as it shrieked through his mind with that impatience coloring each howling wail of that word mentally until he felt Hizashi settling behind him.

"Shit, it's been a while s-since we fucked like this, huh? Been a long time since I've had you gripping at the headboard, hasn't it?" He shivered at the warmth of his husband's breath against his shoulder, the slick slide of his husband's erection against him sliding over and over, the slick noise created from so much lube was disgustingly lewd. But he loved it. He fucking loved that sound.

"Ye-Yeah! B-Been a minute!"

"I'll have you hold onto it more, if you want to! I'll even have you clawing at the fucking walls if that's what you want, baby! And to think all because you chose the breeding kink tonight! A controversial little thing! What did you say earlier? That I didn't think you were what? Submissive?"

He whimpered excitedly before he could choke the sound off when Hizashi slid downwards as if to pull away only for the tip of his erection to nudge at him. Promising to push in any second. "Because you are. And breedable? I'd argue that you are."

"Haah, Zashi, please! Mmm, please! I-I want too! I want it! Please! Nnn, come on!"

"Don't you rush me when I'm complimenting how pretty you are! Such a pretty man you are, Shouta! I'd say anyone wo-would be lucky to breed someone like you!"

His face was hot. Painfully hot as he wriggled slightly in place, his heart slamming against his chest as that erection kept nudging, nudging, nudging at him. Never pushing forward like he wanted and God if that wasn't a fucking tea. "Zashi!"

"You know, I'd bet, if we ever had that chance, you'd make some pretty babies, Shouta! We'd make some pretty little kids, wouldn't we? And I bet you'd fucking love every second of me getting you like that! Not knowing if I'd pull out in time or if you'd get pregnant by the end of it or if the condom broke! You'd fucking love it!"

Waiting. He knew the blonde was waiting for an answer as he pressed against him with just enough pressure to promise to push in, to sink right into him like he had every right to be there, and yet he wasn't. He was waiting. God, it was hard to think of a response, hard to think of anything other than the urge to whimper and plead for him to just give it to him.

Like he knew he would. He never could nor would he ever place why it was far more exciting to be fucked from behind; whether it was Hizashi's breath against his back or the fact he couldn't see him, he didn't know but he loved it. It always made his head foggy, made him absolutely feral and Hizashi knew it. But he had to answer. Before he got himself too lost in his own thoughts.

"I- Mmm, they'd o-only be pretty 'cause of you! I don't- It'd be t-too fucking risky doing that! You never pull out w-when you don't wear a condom! You'd be kn-knocking me up left and right!"

"Damn straight, and you'd fucking love that, wouldn't you? Being bred like you're nothing more than an animal going into heat?" That voice, that voice, that voice. It was amazing the pitches, the tones, the octaves and decimals that voice could drop too all thanks to his quirk and Shouta loved that.

He loved how high it got, he loved how deep it could go, and he loved that Hizashi enjoyed playing with it. But what he loved was that he knew even if Hizashi didn't have a quirk that his voice would still deepen like that so close to his ear. Deepen as far as it could go naturally until it sounded close to a rasping, growling pitch that had his toes curling tightly and his breath hitching in and out of him faster, faster, faster.

His breath flew down then held itself there, trapped in his inflated lungs until it all flew out on a moan so high, he wondered if it could possibly be on parr with something Hizashi could release as the blonde pushed into him. He heard the sound of hands slapping over his hands squeezing tightly over them making his moan end on a whimper. Looking down at Hizashi's hands clinging onto him had shivers running down his spine as the blonde groaned out to him.

As if he were unable to keep up that purring tone. And he loved it. "I know you would! I know you'd love having me cum in you so much and love having my baby! I bet you'd even be begging me to get you pregnant again and again because you'd love it so much! Wouldn't you?"

Play along. He needed- no, he wanted to play along. It was a roleplay situation, wasn't it? And he wanted to play. He wanted to sink, dream, and fantasize about a situation that would never, ever happen. A thing that could and would never take place but that thrilled him strangely enough. He wanted to dive into this roleplay, this fantastical scenario, just like he had with their strangers roleplay.

He could say anything, he just needed to say it confidently, He needed to not think about what he was saying and go purely on what his gut told him to say in response to what he heard. "I-I would! I would, Zashi! Ah! Ah, love it! I want-I want you too! Gi-Gimme all your babies! Fuck a baby into me! Please!"

The groan he got sent shudders down his spine, the hips pressing tightly against him were moving in little grinding motions before pulling backwards. He didn't have a hope of controlling his moan when it flew out of him at how sharply the blonde slammed against him and he dug his knees into the mattress his breaths racing out of him excitedly. He squeezed the headboard tightly, his nails dragging over the wood lightly.

Felt Hizashi's hands tighten over his own as he leaned forward then pushed himself backwards pulling another groan from his husband. "Fuck! God, you sound so desperate for this! You are, aren't you? I swear I'm going to fill you up again and again; make you feel so fuckin' good! When I'm done with you, you're going to be such a beautiful mess!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Please, Zashi! Please, please! Ma-Make a mess out of me! Please!"

"I will, I will! Nnnn, shit! Oh! Yo=You'll be all mine to look at! Mmm! Fuck! Y-You'd look so pretty, all big with my baby, and I just know you'd be glowin' like no tomorrow! So pretty, you'd be so pretty!"

He shivered as he rocked on his knees, shoving himself backwards harder and swinging forward faster, his hair swaying against his shoulders with the actions as he felt lips kissing down the back of his shoulder making goosebumps break over his skin as he worked himself quickly into a frenzy. A fast, frantic rhythm as he clung to the headboard tightly and he knew his throat was going to dry out just like it did yesterday.

Drooling was also possible if he he didn't shut his mouth and didn't control his breathing somehow, but he couldn't. He couldn't do it. He simply couldn't will himself to shut his mouth when his lungs were screaming for air already as he jerked himself backwards meeting those harsh thrusts delivered by his husband. Amazing how already the slapping of skin hitting skin was louder.

Crisp. It was addicting as it spurred him to move faster, faster, faster. Harder, harder, harder. Strange how his brain could sink into that frantic, screeching frenzy that could do nothing but latch onto a singular word and chant it away. Like he would wail it out any moment. His heart was pounding at a nauseating speed, the pleasure that pooled into his stomach was almost too much for him to handle, and even the way his lungs frantically collapsed then expanded with his panting had his head spinning.

He felt like he'd be sick at any moment and yet he knew he wouldn't. He knew that the last thing he would be doing was puking. It was intense, it was frantic, and it was bordering on that desperate sex they often sank into when one or the other was away from one another. When they didn't do this for a while. And he was eating it up. He knew he found the whole breeding thing weird but the words being spewed out were addicting.

He liked playing along with that little fantasy. He always found it cliché how Hizashi would promise to 'make the bed rock' and the headboard slam on the wall which never failed to get an eyeroll from him, but he wanted that. He wanted his husband to follow after his rhythm until they were fucking so damn hard the bed really did rock under their movements.

Until wood beneath their hands slamming loudly against the wall and the bedframe to creak quietly much like that horrible patch of springs in their bed. He wanted it. Lips were traveling up and down his back, teeth nipping at him once in a while sending shudders down his spine, and he knew he needed to say something. Anything. He wanted too.

Yet his mind, his vocal cords, nothing would work with him to get out what he wanted to say. To bring the scenario, this little roleplay situation, to a feral degree. Like that night they roleplayed for the first time. He wanted it. It was honestly satisfying, truly the most arousing thing to have Hizashi's hands covering his own on the headboard and squeezing as those hits from his hips had him flying forward just as quickly as he had Hizashi wobbling backwards from his own movements.

He could hear a little squeak as the headboard naturally shifted and wiggled beneath their hands, the bed was bouncing lightly beneath him from his and Hizashi's movements. And it still wasn't anywhere near what he wanted but he didn't know if he had the particular strength for that. Not on a night when he would be expected to walk into work with a professional appearance.

He hated that light sheen he could feel covering his skin, knowing he would really work up a sweat that would have him showering first thing in the morning, but it was buried very quickly under the way it seemed to enhance that sound of skin slapping together. He let his head fall forward, those pants raking in out and out drying his throat even if his mouth was pooling with drool that threatened -promised- to spill down his chin.

He felt like a mess, he really did. Honestly, truly, there was nothing better than to get what he wanted after spending hours, a whole day, a silent horny mess. After spending so many hours thinking, thinking, thinking about this until he was driving himself insane. It was always so much better when he was already at that point and Hizashi was flying to catch up with him.

He heard, felt, those huffing breaths escaping Hizashi, and he shuddered as each one fanned quickly against his clammy skin as he whimpered when the blonde squeezed his hands tightly before one lifted away making him lift his head just a bit curiously as he closed his mouth to swallow. Of course he cringed at that dry pin and needle pain but it didn't matter when that hand was lifting to brush his hair away from his neck.

Gasping with such excitement at the realization of what Hizashi just might do, and the power of that gasped had his throat along with his very chest aching from the intensity of it. Hizashi, when he truly wanted too, would sometimes bite the back of his neck. He did it the afternoon of their pet play, had sank his teeth in deep and it had left a pretty big bruise on the back of his neck for days, but he didn't care one little bit because who would see it?

Sure, when he activated his quirk, he worried there'd be a possibility of it, but his costume did a good job on hiding half of it. It was rather impressive how Hizashi covered the rest up with some concealer and foundation he ran to the closest pharmacy to get that could possibly match his skin tone. And yet that pain, that delicious, amazing action still remained a high light in his mind.

He loved it when Hizashi bit at him. He loved feeling the skin throb from the lightest touch, knowing that while he couldn't see it easily himself that it was there and sometimes when he was alone or Hizashi was on patrol he would use that spot to get himself off. Pressing, squeezing the bite until it was throbbing, and it had him squirming on the sheets as he tried to replicate the initial burning pain of it.

He fucking loved that pain. He loved it as much as he loved the spanking Hizashi had given him that night. He wasn't crazy about pain all the time but in the bedroom? In a controlled, sexual situation? Oh, he ate it up. "Yes! Yessss, Zashi, please! Please!"

He couldn't control the way he wailed those words when he felt those huffing breaths against the back of his neck, goosebumps breaking out over his skin as his nails dragged over the headboards cheap wood and he whimpered at the hand curling under him to trail over his chest lightly before resting down on his stomach. Not touching his erection yet inches away.

He pressed his hand against his stomach fiercely, almost as if he was massaging it, and he realized that with his newfound ability to talk he needed to say something. It needed to be arousing. Something that went along with this little roleplay of breeding they were doing. He just needed to say it without thinking too hard about it. Intentional but not thought through. Not filtered.

"Pl-Please knock me up! I-I want you to use me t-to have your babies! No-Nothing more, nothing less! T-Turn me into a go-gooood little breeding bitch, baby! I can't-! I want it! Use m-me up! B-Bite my neck and fuck me! Fill me up until I'm fu-fffucking swollen with all your cum!"

He loved the groan he got. He loved it. It was low, throaty and rumbled out of Hizashi at that perfect pitch that had it vibrating against his skin as teeth finally bit down on his neck making him shout at the delight, the absolute satisfaction and pleasure that all seemed to mix together until it burned through his very veins. Tighter, tighter, tighter he was wound. Harder, harder, harder Hizashi's teeth sank into his neck.

So hard he felt like his husband would bite right through his skin down to the muscles, the tendons, and then right down to his bones. To the very nerves. And it had him jerking backwards eagerly, the hand on his stomach pressing firmly against it before sliding downwards through the smears of pre-come against it, following his happy trail beneath his erection essentially brushing the back of his hand against it.

It had him bucking forward eagerly only to whimper when teeth bit down harshly, a rumbling mimic of a growl sliding out of his husband to vibrate against his skin. It had a surprisingly strong, loud and very loud moan flying out of him when fingers finally gripped his erection in time with those teeth sinking so fiercely, so harshly and hard into his skin he feared Hizashi would break the skin.

He'd never done that; they'd always been extremely careful about teeth breaking skin given that it would require medical attention as it was always recommended to see a doctor if another human's bite broke the skin. Something about bacteria. He didn't care enough to think about it. It was painful, agonizing to stop his wild movements when the blonde growled against his skin again and he moaned in that same low, throaty pitch.

The same pitch of the groan that had left his husband moments ago as the blonde's hips stuttered and thrusted awkwardly as he tried not to rock Shouta too much. Tried not to fling them forward or anything wild while he had his teeth on the back of his neck. He honestly didn't know how much he could take of that biting hold; it felt good, but it was bordering on a pain that had him squirming.

A whimper in the back of his throat as he felt a sting in his eyes. His body making little movements as if it didn't know whether to move away or stay still. The burn in his eyes felt as if they wanted to well with a tear at the burning, searing pain spreading over his skin and radiating outwards with every passing second but couldn't. Wouldn't. He squeezed the headboard tightly, gritting his own teeth fiercely as those teeth sank deeper, deeper, deeper.

Clenching down fiercely and right as he felt he couldn't take another second, another damn minute of that blistering, throbbing pain the teeth were leaving his skin and Hizashi's hips were very quickly adopting that fast jagged pounding rhythm that had him snapping to attention to copy himself. Not missing a beat. Not hesitating one second. He didn't know how much of this he would last through, not when he felt that orgasm twisting through him quickly.

Far quicker than it should have, if he was honest with himself, and the hand squeezing at his shaft, flying up and down quickly did nothing to help it. Especially when that thumb of his would target at the dripping head making him writhe with those shameless, loud moans flying out of him higher and higher. Making him throw his head back only to wince at the pain radiating over the skin from it and he quickly let his head fall forward instead.

His hair flew around his face, sticking to the sweat that was beginning to drip slowly down the sides of his face, a few managing to slither down his hot cheek. It wasn't drenched, not that he thought, as a few slithered down the right side of his face and a droplet crawled down his left cheek while another trembled on his jaw threatening to drip off. He knew it was impossible, but he swore he felt sweat dripping onto his back from Hizashi.

He didn't mind it. That clammy sheen on his body felt far slicker than it had moments ago, and he didn't mind one bit if the Hizashi was sweating on him; it was all the same, it was all from the exertion, the heat that was absolutely sweltering with each passing second. Climbing higher and higher. Burning hotter and hotter. He knew the blonde, much like himself, would need something to drink.

Something to soothe that ragged dryness he knew affected Hizashi worse than it did him; the blonde always was careful about his throat and never let it remain dry for long but rather drank water throughout the day to keep himself hydrated and to keep his throat soothed. It was needed when one had a quirk like his. However, those fast, jagged breaths that were cracking and hitching much like his own moans.

Flying higher and dipping low wildly had him shuddering only to wail when Hizashi ground the pad of his thumb against the slit, smearing the pre-come welling there even if it felt like he was pointlessly rubbing it away. It didn't matter, he knew if it was smeared so slickly against his stomach that he was absolutely dripping onto the bed. Yet the slick little sound it created as his thumb circled over the head, rubbed the slit viciously, had him bucking forward into his hand eagerly as he whined loudly.

It wasn't so much as being coaxed towards an orgasm, towards that trembling knot he felt welling faster and faster with that fast stroking. Wasn't being coaxed by those teasing rubs to the leaking head pairing with those harsh slams of hips hitting against him. No, it was more like he was being shoved viciously towards it. Was this natural after so many orgasms yesterday?

Was it possible to be sensitive like that? To orgasm easier? He needed to look that up, see if there really was a connection to it. With a particularly harsh slam of those hips against him that had him flying forward he felt his thoughts, his very air, escape him much like how his hair seemed to fly around his face and shoulders from how he flew forward.

He couldn't recognize the sound that left him; a hiccupping moan? A yelp? A shout that had started but cut off in a choking sound? He didn't know yet he found himself jerking back just as hard against the blonde who squeezed his erection fiercely. Hizashi's shoulder thumping lightly against him with his fast movements and the hand covering his own squeezed tight until he felt like his hand would never uncurl from the headboard.

The headboard that was squeaking in intervals with the rough push and pull at a horrendous pitch. He really needed to invest in a new one. A better one. He'd do that later. Later, later, when he was curled up in Hizashi's arms again. He lifted his left hand from the headboard, pressing it against the wall and pushing with that to add an additional leverage he knew he didn't need but rather one he wanted.

Dragging his nails over the wood until it was a fist, a tight trembling fist that he used to push himself backwards as he moaned when teeth bit at his shoulder fiercely, a deep and burning bite that throbbed though he didn't mind it one bit. If anything, it sent chills down his spine to think he'd be walking away with little bruises. Wasn't biting on the list as well? Oh, that was something he needed to bring up too. Hair pulling. Biting.

He was one thousand percent going to bring it up to his husband. He felt the teeth leave his skin after receiving a few harsh sucks, the teeth digging in deeply before pulling away and he was gasping feeling his orgasm cresting up, up, up, and it was making him desperate. It was making him writhe as he whimpered loudly, breaking up his high moans until they were alternating between high bursts of moans, huffing little things that were far shorter than he'd like and the whimpers and whines.

Noises that were increasing as his thighs trembled much like the rest of him, the muscles in them tensing up and his stomach flexing as he bucked forward. He wasn't going to last as long as Hizashi possibly would. He knew going into it that he wouldn't last as long. He was gasping in his breaths, feeding into those whimpers and whines, into those tiny little moans.

Twitching when he felt a crawling, tickling sensation rolling down his chin much to his absolute mortification. Yet for the life of him, just like earlier, he couldn't shut his mouth. He can't. Not when his lungs insisted on more, more, more air the second even a wisp of air flew out of him, and he wanted to say he had more dignity; that he had more face to save but did it matter if Hizashi couldn't see his face?

If he didn't know? He could always- His thoughts choked off as he wailed at the new angle of Hizashi's hips, how they allowed him to pound and slam right into him making sure to hit his prostate each time sending sizzling waves up his spine. If he thought, he was close before then he was teetering on the edge. Dangerous. Wobbling. He just needed one good shove to get him there. And Hizashi, as if sensing that little thing, provided. Like he always did.

"Mmm! You're so good, Sho! So good! God, you squeeze me so f-ffffucking tight! So damn hot! It's- Ahhhnnn haah! It's like y-you were made for this! Meant to be bred like a good fucking boy!"

Oh. Ohhhh, it wasn't so hot before so why is it working now? Was it because it was mingled with other praises? Other observations? He didn't know but his thighs trembled, bringing with them the soreness he thought had faded away that afternoon to a bearable level and he wanted to beg for a break; to catch his breath, to let his tight muscles relax for a few minutes yet it was a delicious unbearable ache that grew tighter with the seconds of that building orgasm.

"Oh, fuck! Mmm! W-We're gonna keep going! All night! Until you're full of my cum and you're sick off it! You want that? Do you, baby? To be so full? To hold it all in and have my baby? Y-You'll look so pretty, Sho, you know that? I can't wait- Nnngh! Wanna see your belly grow with our baby! You like that? You like the thought of having my babies over and over?"

"Yes! Yes, yessss! Fucking- Ah! I want it! Harder, harder! Need lil' more! Just- Oh, god, yesss! There, there! Harder, Zashi, fast! Fast, fast!" He was gulping, heaving his words as his chest ached in its own rise and fall with those harsh breaths yet he didn't have a chance at controlling that rhythm.

Not when those words were buzzing around his head with the impossibility somehow creating a dizzying, perhaps even terrifying image of a possibility like that. Of somehow managing that type of life; of having more children with Hizashi. To be used like that. It sent shudders down his spine as his toes curled tightly until he was whimpering loudly. It hurt how tight his muscles clenched, his frantic mind insisting he needed five seconds to scrape together his strength to push through but he couldn't find those words.

They wouldn't piece together. God, he really did love roleplaying with his husband, didn't he? He needed that incorporated more. More and more, everything they'd done he wanted to revisit again and again in little scenarios. But he'd say that later when he could think. Right now, now, now he just can't help but fall right into that mindless head space that only wanted one thing, one single thing, as he gasped in a breath only for it to come out and he couldn't-!

"Ah! Shit! It's- Cumming, Zashi! It h-hurts so gooooood! C-Cum in me, baby! B-Be a good boy too and cum in me! Deep! De-Deep in me! Gimme your babies, gimme more and- Ohhh fuck! God, ahhhhnn nngh! Zashi! I'm-!"

"It's okay! D-Do it! Do it, baby! I w-won't let any out! We'll n-need it all in there so you can do your job! Be-Because that's all you need to be! All you're going to be for me! A little baby maker, just for me, pumping out pretty babies for us both an-and I'll make sure you're always happy! All big and round with my babies, you'll never want to stop!"

He didn't know why it was that phrasing that burned him. He can't understand why that was the thing that shoved him over that edge, but it did. He was howling, wailing, or was it screaming? Was he saying something? He could feel his lips moving, yet he couldn't understand the sounds nor the words that could possibly being babbled out of him. His thighs ached with that strain, his hips bucking forwards and backwards frantically, gasping as his orgasm snapped through him with a near painful edge.

He trembled under the force of it, not matter how brief it felt, and his eyes rolled back as his lashes fluttered and he was still saying something. What was he saying? He didn't know only that Hizashi's voice was cresting higher, higher, and making his ears throb with the intensity of it as the blonde's hips slammed against him once, twice, before grinding against him through the waves of his own orgasm.

The blonde muffled his wailing moans into his back the best he could. He didn't mind. Well, his brain might not mind but his ears certainly did. He whimpered at the stabbing, throbbing pain as he struggled to hear anything, something, over the high whining pitch that rang in his ears painfully. He twitched with those residual waves of pleasure, the over sensitivity that crashed through him.

Hizashi's hips continued grinding before weakly thrusting into him and his fingers squeezing his far too sensitive dick. He needed to stop him. It was too much, far too much, and it was starting to bother him more than it felt pleasurable. He panted quickly moving his quivering arm back to grab at his husband's waist, his side, anything to get him to stop as the blonde groaned loudly.

"St-Stop, Zashi, too much!"

"S-Sorry, baby, sorry!" He shivered weakly at the soft whimper that was his husband's words when he released his flaccid dick while pulling his hips backwards to keep from creating any more overstimulating sparks, the blonde shuffling back allowing him to straighten up when he looked over his shoulder.

How he caught that soft whimper, muffled to his ears through the ringing he didn't know but he couldn't stop a little moan watching Hizashi's droopy, glazed eyes lock onto him as the blonde lifted his hand up. Tracing, licking and swallowing the come that had gotten onto it which honestly wasn't a lot given that he could feel a few spurts had landed on his stomach.

As if he knew that, Hizashi twirled his clean finger making him shiver when the blonde licked his lips. He honestly wasn't sure when that had become a thing for the blonde, but he had to admit there was an erotic, arousing thing in watching it. And so, he turned weakly, sitting down ignoring the soreness of his lower half and allowed his husband to crawl between his legs.

"D-Don't get fancy with it." He mumbled breathlessly when those green eyes burned up at him, blonde lashes fluttering as he stuck out his tongue at him making that piercing wink up at him before the blonde seemed to delight in lapping at his stomach licking up the come making him shiver then look away. He didn't need another reason to invite another round that he felt incapable of.

The last thing he needs is to pull a hamstring or something because he's tensing his thighs too much or overexerting the muscles. He jerked his hands flying down with a hiss as the blonde grabbed the base of his dick and covering the head licking at it removing any trace of come before the blonde slid down towards the base, Shouta's hands grabbing at those blonde locks to yank him up quickly.

While any other time it might have felt good it felt like pins and needles of oversensitivity; it had his toes curling in that bad way rather than the tight curl of an orgasmic relief. He shoved at the blonde until he popped off again then smiled up at him so innocently, he glared at the blonde. "I said don't get f-fancy with it! It's sensitive!"

"I'd say sorry but that'd be a lie! I just wanted to make sure you were all clean, baby!"

Hizashi then pouted at him when he focused his glare, putting heat behind it until the blonde pulled his hands from his hair sitting back to begin pulling the slick condom off, focusing on tying it off. Of course, that went as well as it did any other time Hizashi used extra lube on it; the rubber squeaked, slickly sliding against his fingers and snapping uselessly against them making him flinch with a little 'eh!' each time it did so, and he had to roll his eyes.

This man was really who he willingly chose to spend the rest of his life with. A damn dork that he loved completely. The blonde cursed low in a hiss when he nearly dropped the slippery thing and pinched it tightly as he tried yet again to tie it off which thankfully was successful this time. He then leaned towards the edge of the bed tossing it into their little trashcan then grabbing the wipes pulling a few from the pack before sighing.

"I'm gonna have to restock everything. We're running lower than I'd like and we definitely are gonna need more bacterial wipes."

"I can grab them after work."

He felt strangely sluggish, his fatigue crashing onto him so forcefully that he could do little more than mumble at the blonde again and he was aware of those green eyes lifting to him as his hands stilled in their cleaning motions but he blinked himself awake the best he could as he crawled forward only for Hizashi to lift a hand rubbing at the corner of his mouth then his chin.

Ah, that's right, he'd started drooling earlier, hadn't he? He swallowed when the blonde tossed the wipes into the trash and opened his arms allowing Shouta to crawl into them. He curled into his lap, tucking his face naturally into his throat and melted into his chest when the blonde's arms slid around his waist as he tucked his legs up close to his stomach. As if to make himself as small as possible in his arms.

"Though we can wait. We won't be needing'em for a while. I think I'm good on sex for a while. On anything sexual for a while. That okay?"

"Perfectly fine! You had three orgasms yesterday and had sex tonight! So that brings you to four orgasms this weekend alone. I think you're absolutely overqualified for a break from sex stuff."

He melted into his husband when lips pressed against the top of his head, and he allowed himself to press a few little kisses to the blonde's throat getting a little sigh from the blonde who tightened his arms around him. In fact, he kept one around his waist while the other curved up over his upper back squeezing him closer to his chest as if that were possible; clutching at him like he was a deeply beloved teddy bear he was relieved to have found.

"You know, that was hotter than it needed to be! If you really wanted too-"

"Absolutely fucking not! Don't even humor that idea! It was a roleplay, Zashi, and nothing more!" He barked out despite the soft kisses he pressed upwards underneath the blonde's jaw, earning him a giggle from the man that quickly crested into a little laugh.

It had him sighing softly this time when he curled his arm up over Hizashi's shoulder to hug him in return. Then he blinked looking up even if he couldn't see his husband's face, even if his view was merely the obscured closeness of his husband's skin. "Why not? S-Scared of having few pretty babies with me?"

"No! We have kids already, no need to throw more into the mix. And besides, I would rather jump off a fucking cliff and deal with Bakugo, Todoroki and Midoriya's bullshit than deal with raising an infant who has a chance of inheriting your quirk or a version of it. Not happening." He then huffed when the blonde laughed again with more energy and he then bit his lip before speaking again, letting his teeth drag over his lip. "But what about you?"

"What about me? I mean, I think I'd be pretty hot if I were preg-"

"That's not what I mean, Zashi! Don't go turning into a crazier version of women with baby fever! If you love me then you won't do that! I'm talking about sex. If I don't want it, then what about you? How are you going to feel?"

"You didn't deny that I'd look hot!" He scowled when the blonde smirked. "But I have a hand, Sho, and I have porn. I have your spiciest texts, I have those scandalous pictures you've sent me over the years, and I have my imagination along with an arsenal of toys we have that I can use! I'll be fine and you know that! Plus, the longer we go without sex the more special our anniversary could be!"

"You're not wrong but still. It can't be fair if I'm not in the mood, right?

"Of course it is! Look, I'm not saying we purposefully withhold sex from each other but when you're ready to pick it up again? Woo, boy! It'll knock both of us off our feet when we start up again, just like it always does! So don't worry about me, baby, I'll be fine!"

"Zashi-"

"Shouta, I'm a big boy! I can take care of myself just fine without you needing to suck my dick or eat me out or fuck me! Don't worry! You focus on you, baby, and give yourself time to recuperate! You've done more and beyond for me lately so you deserve a break! Don't worry about me at all! If I have too I'll bring it up to you, okay? So just focus on relaxing!

He hummed quietly when he again nuzzled his face into his husband's throat, tightening his arm around him sighing out softly letting his eyes shut. How did he get such an accepting person? How did he get someone so understanding? Someone who would readily agree and give him the time he needed? He knew it was expected of any person, but he really did appreciate how endless his husband was in his understanding, his acceptance and even his support.

It was nice. To know that he could take that break, that he could give himself time, and Hizashi wouldn't be angry at him. Even if he's never, not once, been angry before it was still nice to have it reiterated to him. He couldn't help yawning a little as fingers began drifting over his hair softly. That was nice too. Very nice. Surely, Hizashi wouldn't mind if he just dozed off for a bit?

He didn't think it was that big a deal and his husband didn't seem to mind. The blonde even started humming something; he didn't know what, but it was a sweet little sound that had him slumping into his hold. Going fully limp now like every taut string on him had been cut. He wanted to bridge that gap again; to say it first again. "Love you, Zashi."

"I love you too, Sho! Get some sleep, I'll make sure you're all tucked up under the blankets by the time you wake up! You deserve it, baby! I'll take care of everything for you. You just focus on sleeping, okay?"

"Mmmmkaay. Love you."

He heard the chuckle though it was so quiet. Was he drifting off or was it his ears? He didn't know. He couldn't care when he was already flying towards that blissful edge of sleep and yet he felt lips against his head, those fingers weaving through his hair, and the warmth radiating off of his husband were things aiding him towards sleep as Hizashi murmured against his hair.

"I love you too, baby. So fucking much."