Fifty Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

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

27. Keep Them On

Breathy sighs.

Soft hums.

Hizashi is sure, one hundred percent sure, that he's in heaven.

The blanket had been kicked away some time ago, he didn't remember when, only that he'd woken up without it but he didn't mind. The window allowed for a languid, hot breeze to ruffle the curtains lightly as it fed into the warmth of the room promising that if they didn't get an air conditioner in or get it kick started soon, then they'd be roasting. Not that it mattered at this point. Soft rustling of legs moving restlessly against the fitted sheet beneath them, hands grabbing at his waist and a foot that often traced up his calf but didn't go higher.

As if the black-haired man was too embarrassed to curl it up around his waist to replace those hands but there was time for that. Well, maybe he shouldn't think that. It was an ungodly hour, an hour they should be sleeping. Instead, his hand was tracing the length of his husband's lower back making him arched forward with respective sigh or hitching breath, the arm connected to that hand pinned underneath Shouta's side to do so though he didn't get a single complaint.

He used his other hand to drift his fingers along the length of his jaw, to the curve of his ear, then over those black locks of hair and sometimes if he really wanted to razzle dazzle it, he let his hand drift down the length of his side. Of all the people to want sleep, to cherish sleep, one would think his husband would want to be sleeping right now. That he'd want to be unbothered, passed out, and allowed to sleep in as late as he could near his alarm for the morning.

Instead, his husband, Shouta Aizawa, was quite happily kissing him instead. Claiming that, for once, he coudln't sleep. It was a rare sentence he'd whispered when he rolled towards him, changing their spooning position, and naturally he'd lifted his hand at the time to touch his face in the darkness to stroke his cheek, to pepper his forehead and nose in little kisses only to find a warmth beneath his fingers.

A blush, if he guessed right. It's not as if he could see the color, could see anything at all in the darkness of the room that was only made worse by his own shitty vision, but he hadn't asked questions. He'd let the black-haired man inch closer, closer on the pillows until his lips were right there and he'd been absolutely helpless to stop himself from leaning in to close that little space and press their lips together.

He'd been tired, groggy in those initial kisses but now? Now he was wide awake, tingling from head to toe as he kissed Shouta, the man humming quietly from time to time or sighing out softly; the kind of sigh that had his stomach coiling with longing. Desire. He let his brows raise when he got another breathy little sigh, soft against his own flushed cheek, that foot tracing up his face again only for the hand on his waist to slide upwards making his breath hitch.

He twisted himself tightly to Shouta who gave a few fervent, rapid kisses before settling back into the pace they'd adopted. He then slid his hand from Shouta's face down to grab at his knee when his leg curled higher this time, going up, up, up and he coaxed it up around his waist. He let his hand drift up and down the length of it before squeezing softly earning him a quiet little sound from his husband as that leg in return squeezed around his waist.

He pulled from the kiss, a quiet little smack ringing out as he pressed his lips to that stubble that had been scratching at his face lightly then let his lips trail down his jaw towards his throat earning a whine from Shouta who curled his arm around his shoulders as well. Fingers sliding into his hair gripping at it pulling a little groan from him. He moved down pressing a few kisses against Shouta's throat, below his jaw, against his Adam's Apple.

Then down lower near the hollow of his throat before crawling back up to that stubble that scratched so delightfully against his face and lips until he found those trembling, parted lips again. The hand in his hair pushed on his head lightly, as if to clutch his face to Shouta's, and he shivered at the thought as allowed their kisses to increase in speed as well as deepen to that delicious warmth that seemed to tingle right through his veins with its rush through them.

However, fair needed to be fair. He moved his hand up his thigh then curled backwards, grabbing at Shouta's ass and yanking his hips forward tightly against his with a renewed excitement when he got a trembling little hum out of his husband who squirmed against him sending a wave of longing through him. It felt like someone reaching right down through his skin and gripping his very bones until every part of him ached.

He was so glad he'd put his hearing aid in earlier when Shouta had tapped on his ear prompting him to do so leading to that little confession that his husband couldn't sleep. He loved the whispering of sheets, the rustling of their clothing as they moved. The soft little sounds that his husband tended to make that he echoed happily into their kiss that melted into the quiet smacking of their lips moving together in unison.

Everything about it was perfect. Completely, utterly, and undeniably perfect. It was the perfect kind of heaven to lay here twisted up with Shouta, the warmth from outside lazily puffing into the room every once in a while, and the quiet sound of someone's windchimes jingling each time the wind roused itself with that puffing strength. All was quiet, deadly silent around them save for those fast, hitching breaths and little sounds passed back and forth between one another like they were taking turns.

It felt, honestly, like they were the only beings alive in that moment. However, as much as he really did love laying here and lazily making out with his husband in the darkness of their bedroom, he knew that this would come back to bite them in the ass if they didn't sleep soon. He pulled back again only for Shouta to push forward, chasing after his lips and he relented giving him a few firm but fast kisses.

Little things until he gave in allowing their lips to press together, leaning back in as he squeezed Shouta's ass tightly enjoying the wriggle, he got from it. Only that wriggle became a movement that left him breathless. Shouta, in that little movement, gained the leverage he needed somehow to flip himself over forcing Hizashi onto his back and the black-haired man above him straddling his waist.

The solid, comfortable weight settling on his waist, his pelvis even, had a crashing wave choking him as black locks draped down to brush at his cheeks as well when Shouta's hands pressed to his chest plucking at the fabric of his shirt lightly as if he wanted to take it off. As if he were asking for him to take it off. He groaned when Shouta's hips ever so lazily began rolling down against his own making him twitch when he poured his own urgency into the kiss that was answered in kind by his husband.

He couldn't fight the urge to rock his hips upwards against his husband any better than he could roll over and go to sleep right that second. The flickers of heat beneath his skin promised, absolutely promised, to burn into that raging heat he'd felt earlier and he couldn't help btu feel awe that he was somehow still eager. Still wanting so badly to have another round. Just one more with Shouta.

He should be pulling away, telling him no. Should force Shouta off right now and force them both to go to sleep; banish himself to the couch for the remainder of their night so they could get some sleep but he couldn't. It felt painful just to think of crawling off this bed, of forcing his husband off of him, and he groaned again when Shouta's thumb circled then found his nipple through the fabric of his tank top.

He arched his chest up eagerly as his hips abandoned that rocking rhythm for the grinding one that was just as lazy as his husband's but had the man above him moaning softly against his lips as that horrible patch of springs began acting up. Nothing wild, a few tiny squeaks, but still made themselves known even subtly. They should really invest in a new mattress. Maybe even a new bedframe though he might be a touch sad to see it go; it was, after all, the same frame they had in the apartment all those years ago.

And there was nothing, absolutely nothing, he loved more than listening to the damn thing squeak and creak when Shouta was gripping onto it like he had a few weeks ago. It had his blood running hot, burning through his veins at the thought of having that again; of listening to bedframe creak quietly, the springs squeaking in such harmony with it that it had his hands found their way down to Shouta's waist squeezing it tightly prompting another soft little moan against his lips.

Pent up, huh? He felt ready to combust any second. And he had put his all into their rounds the past few days yet here he was nearly squirming with the arousal bubbling through his veins, the lust swelling under his skin with a burning pitch. A pitch that threatened to throw him into that same frenzy he'd possessed Thursday night and all of Friday afternoon until the kids came home. It was as if he couldn't shut it off.

He needed to shut it off. Yet the warmth he knew was underneath Shouta's shirt, under his pants, and how soft his skin would be underneath his hands had him moaning quietly himself against those full lips he adored so fervently. He shivered when Shouta licked at his lip, tracing the shape of it with the tip of his tongue, and he surrendered wordlessly with a groan slipping out of him eagerly as he opened his mouth beneath Shouta's.

He happily, delightedly twisted his tongue with his husband's and listened to the quiet click his piercing made as he shoved his tongue forward perhaps a bit too eagerly. However, he got nothing but a pleased sounding moan from the man above him sending shivers down his spine. God, the way his husband could be so assertive and submissive at once was amazing. The things he could say like he was the top in their relationship, full of confidence depending on the situation, was fucking wild.

It felt ridiculous how loud their breaths were in the stuffy, warm air that was coming in quiet puffs that lazily brought a reprieve from the stillness and yet seemed to amplify every little sound they made until it felt astronomically loud. The hitching breaths against his cheek, the way the fitted sheet beneath them rustled when he shifted his feet slightly to bend his legs up was louder than it needed to be, and he swore he could hear the slick sound of their tongues twisting together.

It was all flame worthy; he was going to roast alive. And this was the one day, the ONE day, Shouta loved to sleep in; Sunday. It was a day they all slept in and yet here he was making out with this man in what he could only assume was after midnight in the early, unholy hours of the day. The best part was he hadn't even thought of doing this. It all started by Shouta creeping closer on his pillow, disgusting it at first by adjusting his pillow again and again.

He hadn't heard it but something had ended up telling him to open his eyes. And so Hizashi opened his eyes to find that face getting closer to his own and by that point those lips were so close to his own he couldn't think about denying it. And it led to this. To this, wonderful, amazing, eagerly welcomed make out session. It strangely held that scandalous little note to it that reminded him far too easily of those late nights he had Shouta sleep over but his mothers' would make them sleep in the living room under the guise that it was 'more fun' that way.

He knew it was to make sure they didn't do anything wild. It had been thrilling making out in bursts, wild squirming and clumsy movements as they listened intently for footsteps on the stairs or down the hallway. It felt just like that. And he was eating it the hell up. He broke from his thoughts with a whimper when fingers pinched his hardened nipples together in a combined effort and hips ground down with the perfect pressure, he hadn't known he needed causing him to buck his hips up grinding eagerly in time with him.

It had taken little prompting for him to slid a hearing aid in, to hear the quiet tremble to his husband's breathing, for him to give in. And how here he was, squeezing, kneading at that waist before he slid his hands backwards to shamelessly grab at Shouta's ass squeezing and kneading the flesh fiercely pulling a louder moan out of his husband when he forced his hips to stay down against him.

Coaxing a faster grinding rhythm as their breaths huffed out fanning against hot cheeks and he bucked his hips up making Shouta bounce lightly, the man moaning loudly into his mouth that he couldn't help but echo. He rubbed the bottom of his piercing against Shouta's tongue, twisting and undulating it until the tip of Shouta's tongue wasp rodding and flicking at the top ball of the piercing again.

He liked it- no, he honestly loved it when Shouta played with his piercing. Hell, it was part of the reason he had gotten it as a graduation present from his mothers'. His nipples had come later, during their second or third year in college but again he'd gotten it done with Shouta in mind. He had done it purely for the aesthetic, had done it because he wanted to do it and ended up falling in love with the jewelry options, he had for his nipples but the night that Shouta played with them for the first time had blown him out of the water.

He had initially thought Shouta might like them, had used them as their relationship's anniversary gift and God, if it wasn't worth it. He moaned when he was, again, yanked out of his thoughts when Shouta twisted lightly and something about the combined action with the fabric covering them made it burn good causing his hips to buck wildly up against Shouta forcing their mouths to part as he ground himself eagerly, urgently against the man.

It was shiver inducing just how that emotion was returned by his husband who pinched his nipples tightly then twisting making him shout out as his hips ground up against his husband's hard downward movement and he squirmed against the sheet beneath him gasping. He couldn't see well in the darkness without his glasses and while he could ask to turn the lights on, he didn't want to.

He arched his chest up as those fingers twisted back and forth sending that burning, deliciously amazing pain through his chest. This one little thing resulted in his hips bouncing up eagerly making Shouta in return move with the action. Shuddering at the moan to leaving the black-haired man when he squeezed his ass tightly. "Mmmm, fuck me? Fuck me, please?"

He shuddered at the breathless, eager voice that quite honestly held a hint of desperation to it if he wasn't mistaken and he used his hands to jerk Shouta forward in a thrust that had his eyes threatening to roll back at the mere sensation it created. He writhed as he did it again, again, again until his husband was moving on his own and his next moan came out on a pitch that he felt his husband flinch at but damn if it didn't feel good. He thought dry humping Shouta was good?

Oh, it felt fucking amazing to have it done to him. Having Shouta rutting against him desperately as if he couldn't take it. "Z-Zashi, please! Fuck me! Fuck me again! I need it! Please?"

"Such a horny little thing you are, aren't you? What time even is it?"

He loved the shiver he got from his husband before his nipples were released as he leaned towards the bedside table, planting one hand on the mattress to push forward and he looked over watching the light blast his husband's face causing him to flinch at the suddenness of it. It lasts a few seconds, the brightness being turned down, then off as Shouta then squirmed backwards on top of him with hands returning to his chest.

And he waited. Waited. And waited. Yet his husband didn't say a word and he knew it really was some unholy time and he knew that Shouta was worried he'd say no on that alone. "C'mon, tell me, baby, what time is it? I just want to know, no big deal."

"It's, uh, two-thirty."

He hummed at the quiet answer he got, squeezing and kneading at the flesh in his hands happily making a shiver roll over his husband when slid one hand from his ass forward to drift his fingers over the bulge lightly making hips buck forward eagerly. A hitching, wild gasp when he cupped his fingers to the shape of the bulge rubbing at it idly, as if he were lost in thought, and he loved the squirm he received from the man. While he couldn't see it, he just knew that Shouta was biting at his lip judging by the muffled moan he got.

He loved it. Nothing, in his opinion, was sexier than someone biting their lip and Shouta was unbearably, unfairly sexy when he did it. It wasn't fair for one man to hold so much appeal. "Will it- Does that change anything?"

"Mmm, not really. I mean, I'm still pretty sleepy, you know." A lie. A horrible lie but the shiver he got from Shouta was worth it. So worth it. "I'll still fuck you, if you want it that bad, and if you can't sleep without it. Though there's one stipulation that I have and coincidentally it's on the list too! Knocking out two birds with one stone, I guess you could say."

"What would that be?" He grinned knowing that his husband would see it far clearer than he could see his husband, and he happily delighted in the way those hips bucked forward when he squeezed the bulge followed by a low throaty moan as he shivered himself at the sound. He liked to tease the man a bit too much; to always imply that Shouta was possibly a hornier creature than himself when it was in no way true.

"We keep our clothes on. No taking it off, just lowering and pulling things up if need be but other than that we don't take a single thing off. Not one thing. I'm still groggy so I don't feel like shucking my clothes off and putting them on again to make breakfast and it's not like we can just walk out into the kitchen naked like we used to." Oh, he liked that, did he? The shiver he got, the little hitch in Shouta's breath, had his heart thudding quickly. "Sound fair?"

"More than fair!" That breathless tone, the way Shouta leaned forward for a second before stopping halfway and opting to crawl off of him much to his disappointment as he lost both that weight and the grip on his ass.

He pouted up at the black-haired man who rolled his eyes at him before crawling across the bed to reach the bedside table. He sat up on his elbows, feeling strangely thrown off at how the sound reached him; he never minded having one hearing aid in but it always made him feel off balance hearing from only one ear. It was like having a pair of earbuds and one side suddenly going silent. It was odd. The sound of items moving around in the drawer had him blinking only to flinch, turning his face away when Shouta turned the light on.

"Sorry, Zashi, but I can't see shit."

"It's fine, just be quick!"

He waved his hand as he squeezed his eyes shut keeping his face angled away from the light, opening them only when the drawer slid shut and the light was flicked off again plunging them back into darkness that soothed the ache in his eyes from the suddenness of the lamp. He turned his face happily when fingers drifted over his jaw to turn it and he was rewarded with a kiss so soft, so absolutely tender that it had his toes curling tightly.

Then he shifted slightly to roll onto his side then to his knees awkwardly breaking the kiss which only earned him a few fluttering kisses to his cheeks and jaw. It was always was welcome when Shouta was openly confident in expression his adoration in those little kisses. He loved it. "Such a sweet boy you are. Such a little sweetheart!"

"Don't start with that. If you know what's good for you, you won't do that."

He smirked at the grumbled threat when he held his hands out allowing Shouta to place the box and tube in his hands, the warmth of Shouta's breath against his cheek had him lean in closer to press a kiss to the stubble softly and loving that scratch he got as he placed the items on the bed next to them. He reached out grabbing Shouta's waist tugging him closer which the man happily complied with if those eager shuffling movements were anything to judge by and he dipped his head down to press a kiss to the side of his neck softly, arms curling around his shoulder.

A soft sigh accompanied by a shiver had him sliding his hands underneath the fabric of Shouta's band t-shirt and rubbing his palms against the warmth of his skin. So soft, so unbelievably soft. "W-Why do you even say the things you do?"

"Mmmm, because they're the truth? You're sweet. You're beautiful. Desirable. Sexy. Lustful. Horny. Adorable."

He peppered kisses in between each word getting him another shiver as he crawled his way up to the spot below his jaw, pressing his lips to the fluttering pulse point as he slid his hands backwards towards the small of his back and upwards making that chest arch forward as a breath shuddered out of his husband. He moved up kissing the edge of his jaw softly then over to his chin and up below his bottom lip feeling it trembling lightly as he then moved up to kiss the tip of his nose gently earning him a whine.

"Y-You're such a flatterer, Zashi. You don't have to butter me up all the time!"

He wanted to whine too when he wanted to cover those trembling full lips with his own. He just couldn't help himself by teasing a little. "But I like too! You're a perfect boy, that's what you are! All mine and I get to shower you with flowery words all I want and you'll take each compliment I give, baby! You know you will! You eat that shit up whether you believe it or not, whether you admit it or not!"

"Keep them to yourself then and fucking kiss me or I'll rip every single lock of that hair you put so much time, love and attention into."

"So, you want me to just kiss you or-?"

"Hizashi!"

"I'm playing, I'm playing! Come here, baby, and I'll take care of you so you can get some sleep."

He got an unintelligible grumble from his husband making him giggle softly when hands drifted over his shoulders before arms curled around them and he moved his hands down Shouta's back, dragging his nails lightly over the skin earning him a shaky breath. Even in the darkness, even when he couldn't see him clearly, he found those lips perfectly. He could be blind and he'd still find them.

It was easy, simple, instinctive. He felt the warmth of that soft sigh escaping his husband as arms tightened around his shoulder, chests pressing lightly to one another as he slid his hands down to the small of his back following the curve of his waist forward. He moved his lips lazily, slowly against Shouta who copied that pace without a single noise of complaint and he began sliding his hands forwards hen backwards along the curve of his waist earning him a squirm from his husband who shuffled forward until their knees pressed to one another.

While Shouta wasn't nearly as constant with his skin care, often leading it to dry out, it was still so soft beneath his hands as the whispering sound of his palms brushing over it again and again mixed in with that quiet smacking of lips moving together. He shivered when fingers slid up into his hair, scratching lightly over his scalp as the man twisted and curled locks around his fingers in that content manner that never failed to get his heart fluttering against his chest.

He deepened the kiss while keeping that slow, lazy pace though the pleased hum he got told him that he'd made the right move. He began dragging his nails lightly against his husband's waist, forwards and backwards, until he felt goosebumps raising on the pale flesh and had he been free to do so he'd be smiling. Smiling with pride. He wanted to take his time, he really did, and perhaps that would fit for any other night but it was two thirty in the morning.

Eri, the sweet girl she was, had an awful habit of waking up at six thirty or seven in the morning to watch her cartoons in their room while they slept. That, obviously, wouldn't happen if the smell of sex didn't abate by then but he also didn't want Shouta grumpy either. He slid his right hand forward along his waist, bringing it forward across Shouta's stomach making the muscles quiver beneath his fingers and an excited hitch of his breath as he began plucking at the waistline of his pajama bottoms playfully.

Hips jumped forward, a low whine slipping out of his husband into the kiss, and he flicked the waistline again and again, pulling it back then letting it flip back into place repeatedly until another whine broke out of the black-haired man and he chuckled softly with little huffing breaths through his nose. He then slid his fingers down past the waistline, moving his lips faster which got him an answering return of that speed that seemed to bring with it an eagerness he was helpless to ignore as he slid his fingers past the curls of pubic hair.

He would always love how his husband didn't care for boxers with his pajama pants. Tonight, especially. He wrapped his fingers around the base earning another buck of those hips as a low, throaty little moan and he had to praise God that pajama pants were made so loosely. Humming softly as he began sliding his hand up towards the head then back down settling into a slow stroking pace that had his husband squirming.

When Shouta began pouring that urgency, that lust right into their lazy kisses he happily returned the favor by pressing his lips firmly to his husband's and allowing the speed to return to that near frenzy it had been before he'd pushed away to ask for the time and it had his blood sizzling through his veins with how fast it seemed to rush through them. He was burning up and they hadn't done a damn thing yet.

He loved it. He shivered when a hand left his hair, sliding down the side of his neck then over his shoulder, down his chest to rub over a hardened nipple pulling a quiet moan out of him only for a stab of excitement to tear through him making his stomach twist. That hand was trailing lower, lower, lower over his stomach down to his hip squeezing it tightly and he was helpless to buck forward eagerly much like Shouta had moments ago.

Heat ripped under his skin, searing through him when fingers pressed against his own erection and he groaned encouragingly as he pushed forward against those fingers which in return had the black-haired man rub at him. And if that wasn't something magical in its own right. His breath hitched, shaking out through his nose much like his husband's, lips moving with that urgency, an eagerness that bordered on desperation and nearly turned the kiss into a sloppy one in its fast, firm sliding movements.

Fingers tightened in his hair making shivers tingle down his spine when he felt that familiar lick, that teasing little movement that traced the length of his lip and he parted his lips all too happily. It was amazing, well beloved, just how fast his world could shrink. Shrink to twisting, flicking, rubbing tongues and rubbing, stroking hands bringing sparks of pleasure. How it would dissolve into a TRUE mess the second they really got into it.

He wasn't aware his hand had begun moving faster, nor that it had begun to squeeze, until a loud moan ripped him out of his dazed little thoughts and he shivered as he dedicated himself to the kiss that was steadily becoming messier the longer it went on. He hoped Shouta didn't mind it too much. Hoped to God that he didn't. In response to his faster strokes, those fingers were flying against him and it had his toes curling as he groaned ground eagerly against those amazing fingers of his.

Anything to get more friction. However, he knew what he really wanted was for Shouta to give in, to hump the ever-loving shit out of him like he was nothing more than a pillow or toy. The exact thing he'd done to him. In fact, he could get that. He gave a few more strokes, rubbing at the head pulling breathy little groans from his husband until he pulled his hand away making a sound of protest leave the black-haired man that was created again when he pulled back from the kiss with such a lewd smacking sound it should have had him cringing.

Him, the bold one. Him, the confident one. It was so lewd it should have been disgusting. "Hump me, Sho, while I get you ready?"

He breathed out his words so fast, in such a rush he heard them tremble out and he wondered if his husband even understood him though when he received a low moan followed by his fast move to grab the condom, the lube, he was shoved backwards causing his feet and legs to flail out awkwardly. He didn't mind one bit as he shuddered in excitement when his husband straddled his thigh.

There was something about those strong muscles of his squeezing his leg made another shudder roll over him accompanied by that ripping heat underneath his skin as he popped the cap to the lube. He parted his lips when Shouta leaned down covering his own again, tongues meeting again without missing a single beat, and he loved it. It was made perfect, euphorically amazing when his husband complied with his wish or had it been a request?

An order? He couldn't even place his tone when his words had trembled out of him so fast, so breathlessly, though he knew if there was a problem with it that Shouta would scold him for it later. That was later though. He was snapped from his little musing when he squeezed perhaps a bit too much lube onto his fingers though the reaction was completely accidental. Completely. He didn't even think to spread it when he was burning when Shouta's hips began grinding against his thigh.

Sliding back and forth in a way that mimicked the way he had done it weeks ago and it sent shivers down his spine as he twisted his tongue eagerly, excitedly with Shouta with a moan. Encouraging. Pleading. He forced his hands to move in order to coat his fingers with the lube that dripped down his fingers and over his palm slickly as he spread his fingers rubbing the lube over the index, middle, and ring fingers respectively.

He loved how that slick noise had Shouta whimpering into the kiss. And he didn't mind one bit when those hips very quickly abandoned the sliding, grinding movement that had his lashes trembling on his cheeks and instead began that rutting that had his eyes rolling back with another of those loud, high moans that had his husband flinching which he would apologize. The second he had air he'd apologize for losing the tight control he tried to keep on his quirk during sex.

The thing he kept losing no matter how many times and how many years had passed with him trying so hard to control it. It was so hard to remember his pitches hurt when he himself was deaf and hardly noticed until the feedback was making his ears throb and it was so hard to remember when in the moment, he's feeling so good that he just can't control himself for a second. He knew Shouta loved he lost himself in it as he loved when the same happened for his husband but he always hurt his husband's ears without meaning too.

He'd even burst his ear drums one time in their youth and he was still riddled with guilt over it. He strangled another enthusiastic moan from slipping out of him as Shouta shamelessly humped his thigh, hands sliding up underneath his shirt this time sending goosebumps over his own skin. He moaned out before he could strangle it, stop it successfully like the previous one. However, rather than a flinch he received a rather enthusiastic sounding moan from his husband in response.

It was so much louder than he initially thought it would ever be and yet he was distracted by the fingers circling over his areolas before brushing over his hardened nipples playfully. His chest arched upwards eagerly with a whine as he let Shouta play with his piercing, top and underside, however he desired and he realized he was merely holding his slick fingers in his hand. He slid his fingers away from his hand in favor of reaching backwards sliding his fingers beneath the waistline of his husband's pajama pants.

When he lifted the fabric it earned him a wild whimper from the black-haired man who ground his hips down eagerly before wriggling forward. He groaned sliding his slick fingers down between his cheeks just as eagerly when Shouta resumed his rutting, grinding against his hip in between, and he felt those shaking breaths against his cheek that were identical to his own as another, throatier groan flew out of him when fingers pinched tightly.

He bucked his hips up pulling a moan out of the man above him as he rubbed his slick fingers against his hole, feeling it twitch beneath them. He loved it. He hated too but he pulled from the kiss again gasping for air, swallowing frantically to keep from choking on the saliva pooling faster than he would have liked. He didn't get a single sound of protest from his husband when he panted quickly feeling similar breaths against his cheek.

Cresting, hitching, and flying out eagerly in a way that had his own hitching. He rubbed his fingers against that twitching hole a few more times before he pushed his middle finger in first which gave him a low, throaty moan against his cheek followed by a hitching little breath as that thrusting was replaced by a grinding against his hip as his own breath hitched. How was he going to sleep after this?

When he was so unbearably excited? His heart was slamming wildly against his chest, so fiercely he was sure the skin positively throbbed beneath his husband's hands. Fingers flicked and pinched at his nipples fiddling with the jewelry until he was whimpering out bucking his hips up making Shouta moan out. He thrusted his finger into his husband slowly, trying to take his time with it though the squirming and grinding he got had him very quickly pressing his index finger against the skin rubbing lightly around his hole.

The action earned him a reedy little sound from his husband. He whined loudly himself, the sound reedy and high when the jewelry was tugged at from one side to the other until it created that delightful little burning, taut sensation that held that forbidden little thought that if Shouta kept pulling, he'd rip the damn thing out. And it excited him. Unbearably, impossibly more than he was before as he gasped in his breaths as his hips thrusted up again searching, wanting that same friction his husband was receiving by grinding against one of his hips.

He whimpered before he could stop the sound when he squirmed, biting his lip, feeling absolutely torn between the two decisions laid out before him. He could let Shouta continue playing with his nipples like they were nothing more than buttons on a control, tug at his jewelry like he was as fascinated as he had been the day he got them, or he could take one of those hands and give himself the friction he was aching for.

It was a tough choice. He wanted both. God, he wanted both and he couldn't have both as humans only had two hands to use. He dragged his teeth over his lip releasing another reedy sound himself as those shaking breaths fanned against his hot cheek, his leg squirming between Shouta's and he wanted to lift his other leg up to do- what? Curl it around Shouta somehow? Move it in a way so he could thrust back?

Anything to give him something? He pushed his index finger into Shouta then as if it would remedy that aching urge pulling a low moan from his husband who jerked backwards as if it would coax the fingers into him deeper when he began thrusting them lazily into the black-haired man. He wanted to say something but he couldn't find the words to use. Didn't know how to piece together a request, an order, a plead, anything to get him what he needed in the moment.

Maybe it was a miracle, maybe it was Shouta merely taking the little cues for what they were, but one hand was sliding downwards away from his nipple as he gasped eagerly lifting his hips up with an airy little sound following that gasp as fingers trailed over his stomach making it tremble beneath the touch even through the fabric of his shirt. His head was spinning as he thrusted his fingers faster, the squelching noise it created sending shivers down his spine as rubbed at the inner walls pulling a moan from his husband that had his stomach squeezing excitedly.

He grunted wordlessly at his husband, an unspoken demand for him to do it and the airy moan he got when he scissored his fingers out had him trying to raise his hips up higher as fingers trailed down his hip. The groan that flew out of him vibrated in his chest; he pressed his head back against the bed much how Shouta threw his back with a shout as his hips jerked backwards eagerly when he rubbed his fingers over his prostate successfully.

It was like a strange sense of relief when the fingers pressed against him, tearing another groan out of him when fingers pinched his nipple tightly and his groan quickly crested it a shout when Shouta leaned down to suck at his nipple through the fabric of his shirt. Biting, suckling, licking at the nub. He swirled his fingers in those tight little circles he knew best by now would give him the reactions he wanted, pressing down firmly on the spot feeling his husband twitching and jerking with the pleasure it brought.

Unable to fight it, he arched his chest up moaning out in unison with his husband. He slid his fingers up and down, tight stroking motions against the spot that got him one of those high, airy little sounds he so adored as his husband then moaned low in his throat when he pulled away to focus on thrusting his fingers and scissoring them out when he pressed his ring finger against his husband.

Rubbing the skin around his hole and the excited, shuddering moan he got as hips arched backwards was all the prompting he needed before sliding that finger into Shouta earning him a loud moan as he held all three digits still for a few heart beats. He loved it. He loved how he could feel those muscles squeezing tightly around his fingers, trembling lightly, and seeming to throb around his fingers each time he thrusted them in until he felt like he was going to absolutely fly out of his own body much like Shouta.

It was tempting to pull his fingers out, to flip Shouta onto his side and pull his pajama pants out of the way but he didn't. Wouldn't. Not yet, not yet. His breaths were harsh, loud in the darkness yet it sent shivers down his spine feeling the similar huffing breaths against his chest even if he couldn't feel the warmth of them through the fabric, and he moaned when the fingers rubbing at him sped up in time with his pinching, his sucking and licking that he had to make a conscious effort to remember to flex his fingers outwards.

The moans he got, the whimpers peppered in between each one, sent shudders down his spine each time he fanned all three fingers outwards before bringing them together to thrust into the heat until he was sure that it would remain in those three fingers indefinitely. That they'd always possess that heat. He jerked biting his lip to choke down a moan he knew would hurt his poor husband's ears, swallowing it down the best he could only for a weak croaked moan to leave him when Shouta bit at his nipple through the fabric of his shirt fiercely.

If his head could press any harder to the mattress it would go right through it. He was burning up, felt like he was the one being played with and about to be fucked within an inch of his life. It felt strangely like the roles had been reversed had it not been for the reminder of the squeeze, the hear, around his fingers. Pants rasped in and out, drying out his throat tempting him to stop to swallow and clear it yet he couldn't bring himself to do so. He then spread his fingers out again pulling a delighted moan from his husband.

That sound did magical things to his foggy brain as he spread his fingers again. And again. Three times in a row were enough to pull a cry from Shouta and he thrusted his fingers fast into the man with as much strength as he dared creating that shiver inducing squelching that the lube created. It was amazing. He loved how quiet it was, loved how it felt the early morning darkness amplified that sense that they were alone in the universe.

He was gasping when he pushed his fingers out once more in time with a harsh bite as lips closed around his nipple sucking hard to accompany it while fingers twisted the other yanking a wail out of him as he bucked his hips up when fingers squeezed him. He was helpless to do anything other than arch his chest into the burning pain it created. It wasn't too overwhelming, nor was it too little, but rather it danced right on that line of just right.

The thing he needed. It was only when Shouta lifted his head up, gasping and huffing loudly much like himself, did he really process just how wet he'd gotten his shirt from all the licking and sucking that he couldn't help but wonder if Shouta had drooled as well onto the fabric. It sent shivers down his spine as he moaned. He loved it when Shouta got so lost into himself that he babbled out in complete sentences, chanted words over and over, or when he drooled shamelessly, kissed him sloppily.

It was his favorite thing. How his body reacted for him when his words failed him. He fanned his fingers out pulling a moan out of the black-haired man, a shudder rolling down his spine, and the second he pressed his fingers together thrusting them forward those hips were jerking backwards to meet his thrusts only for his hips to grind downwards in that sliding motion that had him moaning out.

The clench of those thighs around his own, squeezing tightly as he slid forward and backward against his hip while meeting his thrusting fingers was absolutely addicting though he wished he had some light to see Shouta. To see the flush to his cheeks that he felt, how his jaw had to be dropped and his mouth hanging open as he gasped and panted the way he was or his brows that had to be together giving him a concentrated look.

How his lashes would be fluttering to stay open yet remaining heavy-lidded which he adored. How those dark eyes had to be smoldering at him right now, his lips possibly even trembling with unspoken words that were coming together only to die away. How his hair would sway lightly around his face depending on his movements or caress his cheeks and throat. It was always so pretty. So, so pretty.

There was nothing he loved more than to marvel over the sight of Shouta Aizawa losing his control. He used his free hand to coax his face upwards finding those parted lips and entering a brief yet breathless kiss that broke off with the moan that flew out of his husband that ended on a gasp when he had fanned his fingers out again only to thrust them in finding his prostate quickly to rub all three of his fingers against the spot.

He had a feeling, a mere itching idea, but he took that gasp to lean in licking from his chin to the corner of his mouth indeed catching the line of saliva there and the action alone had him in perhaps one of the sloppiest kisses of the night that he delighted in. Shota licked at his lip even if he didn't need that prompt and very quickly their tongues were meeting like it was absolutely nothing, twisting, flicking and rubbing against one another.

Then he used his grip on Shouta's chin to move up brushing his hot cheek to tuck his hair behind his ear letting his fingers drift over the shell of it lightly earning him a little shiver. He wished Shouta would just pierce his ears. Did he not understand how amazingly hot he would look with a helix? Or a conch? A few studs? He'd never go for his face, sadly, but a tongue ring on Shouta? Oh, he'd absolutely love it.

The black-haired man was never against the idea, never saying no but never saying yes but rather spitting out an 'oh really? I'll think about it' and that would be the end of it which he didn't mind. He could keep the idea of a pierced Shouta in his mind happily. He pulled his fingers away from that sensitive spot to once again spread his fingers out earning him a moan as again that hardness ground itself against his hip sending chills down his spine, tingles of arousal right down to his groin as his heart hammered against his chest.

He pressed his fingers together then pulled them out earning a trembling shaking breath from his husband who pulled back allowing him to get a few breaths in when he then slid his hand out of Shouta's pants looking over already for the condoms, the lube, and then up at Shouta's blurry face. "La-Lay on your side, push your pants down as low as you need, and I'll do the same."

He didn't need to see the eager nod to know it was his answer, he could tell by the way crawled off of him, shuffling over the bed as he sat up reaching over for the little box tugging it open. He then pulled the chain of condoms out ripping one off then taking the time to shuffle over to place it on the bedside table next to the wipes. He held the condom with his teeth in order to work his shorts down over his hips letting out a little breath as he wondered if he'd be able to do this in the dark.

He'd tried once and fucked up somehow so would he have to turn the light on again? He cringed instinctively at that thought. He wasn't aware he'd been making little uncertain noises in the back of his throat until the light of a cellphone, his or Shouta's he didn't know, was turned on illuminating the little space as Shouta leaned on his forearm aiming the light down making him blink. "Get it on!"

He twitched at the barked little order, ripping the condom open instead of retorting the man, and with the aid of the light he was embarrassed at the way the head of his erection glistened from the pre-come though he swallowed the emotion down the best he could as he rolled the condom on. He reached over grabbing the lube squirting a dollop into his hand then rubbing it over the condom when the light flickered off after he began shuffling closer to his husband.

The sound of the phone being placed down followed quickly by the undeniable sound of a body laying down had him moving quickly. He could do this blind. He squirmed over until his chest pressed against Shouta's back that heaved with those excited breaths, and he reached around trailing his fingers over the erection there only to push his shirt up pre-emptively. It took a few moments of squirming, of wiggling his arm underneath his husband's side so he could easily press that hand against his chest.

With the other resting on the black-haired man's hip as he angled his hips forward to slide himself forward and rub against his husband's hole that twitched at the touch. He felt strangely nostalgic in this position, at this time of night, laying side by side right behind the man. They used to do a position like this all the time in those early days in the apartment together; laying on the couch, wearing not a stitch as they watched some movie on the shitty TV they had at the time.

How amazing it was to touch, tease one another until it dissolved into touching and kissing in that lazy manner that lead to that slow, lazy sex he adored. The only difference was they were wearing clothes this time. He squeezed that hip softly when he got an irritated growl from the black-haired man that had his lips tipping into a smirk when he kissed the back of Shouta's shoulder as he pulled backwards then inched forward pressing his tip against that twitching hole before pushing forward.

He slipped in far easier than he would have imagined, whether it was due to the position or due to using three fingers lately he didn't know but he groaned burying his face into that shoulder to keep it from cresting upwards and yet the throaty moan he got in response had chills running down his spine. He got a higher, keening moan when he bottomed out, grinding himself idly against Shouta as he slid his hand from his hip down the length of his thigh squeezing at the trembling leg.

He got a squirm from the black-haired man as he let his fingers drift up and down the length of his thigh, using his nails prompting goosebumps to raise once again. He swallowed down a noise that trembled silently in his throat as he curved his hand inward to that inner thigh. He loved the moan he got when he slipped his fingers between his legs to rub at that soft, nearly silky soft skin gently when he trailed it upwards and it seemed that stillness his husband tried to hold broke.

His hips began shifting in a lazy, hallow thrusting rhythm as his breath hitched and cracked lightly when he began copying that movement himself. He dug his nails lightly into that sensitive flesh earning himself a shiver as he dragged them up to trace his fingers up the length of his erection. The touch gave him a low moan followed by an eager thrust of those hips against his fingers as he kissed the back of his shoulder, the back of his head softly before biting the shell of his ear.

The moan he got was the loudest by far as he followed the increasing speed set by his husband, loving the absolute confidence and determination in that back and forth, the rustling it created and he bit down a touch harder pulling another loud moan from the man as he then wrapped his fingers around his erection. It didn't feel too odd to have the ear with his hearing aid facing upwards allowing him to hear crystal clear.

Yet the absolutely nothing he heard beneath his other ear as it rubbed against the pillow threw him off just a bit though he was accustomed to it. He didn't mind too much when he could hear those moans flying out of Shouta when he released his hold on his husband's ear in favor of kissing behind it through the black locks of hair, crawling down using his chin to coax his hair away from his neck as he then pressed a few kisses to the skin revealed just a bit by the loose collar of his shirt.

He used the hand Shouta was effectively laying on to bunch up the fabric of his shirt in order to slid beneath it and he traced around his areola, over and over, until a whimper urged him trail his fingers teasingly over the hardened nipple lightly as he gave in to that quiet whisper. The little voice that urged for faster. Just a little faster. He pressed his forehead against his husband's shoulder as he flicked his thumb over his nipple, finding a familiar delight in flicking and pushing down on the hardened nipple as he began thrusting faster.

Nothing crazy though it definitely was not that slow pace and the moan he got sent chills down his spine. He pinched that hard nipple tightly pulling a cry from Shouta, a soft little huff of sound as he pulled backwards quickly only to thrust forward back into that heat, that delightful tightness that squeezed at him each time he slid backwards until he didn't want to do even that. That quiet urge, that desperation to thrust into the heat as soon as he pulled back ate at him.

Ate at him until he was moaning into the fabric of his husband's t-shirt as he tightened his grip around the erection in his hand earning him a moan from Shouta that had his heart skipping. He then felt his husband's hips moving in time with his own, meeting his thrusts each time he came forward making a groan leave him as he fought the urge to tug his shirt off so he could attack that pale skin like he wanted and leave it covered in hickeys, in bites, in scratches.

He fought that urge as he began stroking the stiff shaft in his grasp pulling an enthusiastic moan from Shouta who thrusted upward only to jerk backwards when he slid forward and as much as he wanted to flip over Shouta to cover his face in little kisses, he knew his husband loved it from behind. And Shouta deserved to enjoy himself. It had been a frenzy since Thursday afternoon; a frenzy of hands, of hips, of clothes being ripped off the second they were alone, of twisting and writhing on the bed.

When that point was reached quickly that no more, no more, no more could be done. They couldn't handle it. And yet that manic, frenzied energy remained buzzing just below the surface waiting to swallow them up the next day and he knew it was just from their little break; from that two-week period, though he wanted to try and pace himself. But it was hard. It was damn hard when that deep, sweet voice of his husband's cried out for him to touch, to kiss, to bite and squeeze him tighter, tighter, tighter as he begged to be fucked into the mattress.

It did nothing to help him control that frenzied lust. Even now, laying behind the black-haired man who was moaning breathily, whining quietly as his hips swung backwards meeting his thrusts, and his heart hammered beneath his hand did he fight that urge to lose that tight control he was trying to cling too. He was trying so hard not to give in to the wild, desperate craving to pound, to slam and let himself sink into that frenzy of hands, lips and teeth that would be used accordingly.

It was so hard. His breath was racing wildly with those thoughts, his head felt heavy and murky with those confusing little thoughts mingling together until he realized he was flying forward with those fast, long thrusts that had Shouta moaning encouragingly as his hand moved accordingly. He groaned low in his throat against his back as he was faced with the reality that he really had no self-control.

How could he fight that urge, fight to keep his control, when it was making him dizzy? Making him spiral and shrink until the only thing that mattered was burying himself again and again within the tight heat that seemed intent on squeezing every little bit of him as if to keep him inside? When the heat was making him utterly melt? His ragged breaths seemed so loud, far louder than his husband's own breathing and he had wanted nothing more than to make it a lazy, slow session given the time.

However, the squirms he got from Shouta mixing with the way his hips were jerking back harder as if to get him to give in were hard to apply to that goal. This little thought, the way those hips were flying backwards faster and hitting against him harder made him wonder how his husband could want it like that which then led him to the next question; how awake was his husband? Had he been awake for long and that's why he wanted it so bad?

Had he been awake far longer than when Hizashi himself woke? He moaned out when those muscles squeezed tightly around him, making it hard to continue his fast, eager thrusting and had him working at pulling his hips back only to thrust forward hard enough to jolt his husband lightly though the moan he got in return had his stomach squirming and squeezing. "Z-Zzzashi?"

He hummed to the breathless whisper of his name, the squeezing excitement gripping his stomach was nearly too much and he knew he should stop, give Shouta that breather to speak without exerting himself but how did he when the black-haired man's hips didn't? When a hand was sliding backwards to claw at his waist fiercely leaving a burning sensation that had him groaning as he slammed his hips forward harshly once, twice, making a rather enthusiastic sounding moan fly out of Shouta as those nails then dug into his skin making him whine lightly.

"Wh-What's up, baby? Something wrong?"

"No! I-I- Nnghn! H-Harder! I wan- Harder! Faster, faster! I want it g-good! I want you to fuck me into the bed an-and I don't want gentle! W-We can have gentle l-later! I want you to fuck me like you w-want me! Show me how bad you want me all the time!"

"God, Sho, you're s-so fucking greedy! Always wanting more, more, more and then you still want more!"

He loved the moan he got from Shouta when he allowed his hips to slam forward harder, hitting against him sharply creating a rather impressive slap when hips flew back to meet him instinctively and he shivered at the sounds as he gave in. It was ridiculous he gave in so easy, without much prompting, and he groaned as he pressed his cheek to Shouta's shoulder, squeezing then stroking his erection faster knowing that he wouldn't be able to do that in a second. Not with the position he wanted to rolling into.

He slid his hand up to rub his thumb against the head, smearing the droplet of pre-come along the skin as he swallowed another groan that wanted to fly out when Shouta clenched around him tightly. "Ho-How can you possible want m-more all the time? Are y-you really just a slut? I know I joke about it, but are you? Y-You take breaks then come back to me h-hornier than ever! How is that possible? Ho-How do you let it build up like that?"

"Easy! So easy! I never- Mmm! Nnngh, please! Ah! - notice t-to much til the dreams sta-start!"

He shuddered at the gasped words as his husband dug his nails into his waist before sliding backwards grabbing at his ass tightly, digging his nails in there as well but he pulled at him as if coaxing him to go harder, faster, and he moaned complying with the hand pulling at him. He would definitely, definitely need to get the air conditioner figured out. He was breaking out in a light sweat already with the heat burning underneath his skin, the strength he was pouring into his thrusts, and the warm air fluttering through the window at gentle intervals.

"A-And I always want you! Want m-more all the time! It's good! So, g-gooood! You always g-give it to me so f-ffffucking good I want it all the time! I want you to fuck me all the time! I-It's just so m-mmmmmuch sometimes! A-And I need a break but you ne-never help with it!"

"H-How? How do I not help, baby?" He was losing it; he could hear his own voice sinking into that thick, guttural groan it often dipped into much like how Shouta's could become a stuttered, slurring moan and it sent shivers down his spine as he stroked at the twitching erection in his hand, sliding up to rub his thumb against the slit pulling a cry out of Shouta who jolted against him.

The sound of their panting, the impact of skin each time he slammed his hips forward harder, faster, giving in to what his husband so asked created a hypnotizing effect. Helpless. As if he were the helpless one, unable to deny a single thing his husband asked for; as if he were made to give Shouta the pleasure, he deserved day in and day out. He moaned only to flinch himself as the pitch crested higher far quicker than he intended, quicker than he could stop it.

This caused him to strangle it off when he heard the lamp shade rattle lightly and Shouta was cringing slightly as if he wanted to cover his ears but fought the urge. "Ah! Ah, s-sorry, baby, sorry! I didn't mean too, I'm sor-"

"It's fine! Fine, Zashi, fine!"

It sounded like the poor man didn't have a single puff of air in him; as if he was slamming each one out of him and it had his stomach pooling with the pressure filled pleasure that had him smothering a sound, unsure of what it was only that he didn't want to hurt Shouta's ears. The man suffered enough from his loud voice; he didn't want to make it worse. Not the week of their anniversary.

He rubbed his thumb against that slick head, the quiet little slick sound it created, as he panted against his back as he slammed his hips forward pulling little moans from his husband and realized he had long since stopped playing with that nipple in favor of merely clinging to the man. He dragged his nails across his chest, through the curls of hair pulling a whine from Shouta as hips flew backwards and he realized that a hand was gripping his forearm fiercely, squeezing tightly much like the hand on his ass did. Clinging onto him in return.

"M-Mmm, you always walk around w-with your shorts and shit l-lately and it's so distracting! I- Hnng! Legs pretty! Y-Your eyes are s-so pretty too! Lo-Lookin' at me like you do! And y-you always wear your hair down la-lately and it's pretty too! And-And it's so tempting! Yo-You're always touchin' and k-kissing me and it makes it hard! It's just- I don't- I ca-can't help myself!"

He pulled his hand from his erection, a gasp of air flying past his husband's lips to no doubt protest when he used his momentum much like Shouta had earlier and flipped forward rolling the black-haired man onto his stomach making that gasp fly out on a huff as he settled his weight on top of him. He kissed the back of his head again, his hands planted on the pillow on either side of his head with those black locks tickling his hands as he shifted his legs upwards to dig his knees into the mattress.

It took a second, a single long pause of huffing breaths and he knew if he had his hearing, if his ears weren't damaged, he'd be hearing his own heart pounding frantically in his chest when he faintly picked up the sound of fabric being gripped at. It was all he needed. He watched that head turn, his vision bleary and the darkness not helping one bit yet he saw it and his hips very quickly jumped to life long before that dark eye could find him.

He didn't know if Shouta could see him better, if he could make out his form in the darkness of the room, but he hoped he could. He hoped he would tell him later. He squeezed the pillow fiercely as he resumed that pounding rhythm pulling a moan from his husband as he felt those hips wiggling against the bed they were pinned against. His throat felt dry, unbearably dry and his skin felt slick beneath his clothing making it stick to it unpleasantly.

Much like his hair clung to his face and throat, his shoulders with the sweat covering it like a sheen. Clammy. Uncomfortable. He felt a bead of sweat roll down the side of his face, in fear of drooling himself for once as he slammed himself into the tight, squeezing heat that was like a siren call; he couldn't ignore it, he couldn't fight it. Strange how he could forget, how he could remember, just how forbidden and strangely scandalous it felt to do these things so early in the morning.

Or late at night? He had no clue what it would be dictated as yet he loved that strangeness that clung to the situation; how there was a strange sense that he should be sleeping right now but instead was happily, ecstatically slamming into his husband making the bed bounce lightly as moan after moan flew out of Shouta. It fueled that lust, making the heat rip beneath his skin to that fever pitch and his head spun from the intensity of it as he listened to those little sounds that flew out of his husband.

Not quite full moans but rather little ones; tiny little sounds that came out on puffs of air that fed into them and each one had a wave of heat rolling up beneath his skin, a shiver down his spine, that prompted him to be faster. Harder. He honestly was so focused on Shouta's sounds, each noise the man made, that he was completely and utterly unaware of the huffing little moans and grunts flying out of himself.

He slammed his hips down against his husband who was writhing with those ecstatic little noises turning into the longer, stronger ones he adored just as much. It was like Shouta had said moments ago; he just couldn't help himself. Couldn't stop from trying to go harder, trying to be faster without wearing himself out so fast as his body stamina was very good for a man his age but it was possible for anyone, no matter how strong or how durable, to get tired.

And they had work tomorrow. Sure, it was only Sunday morning, but they still had work to worry about. That meant they would have to avoid sex again for fear of limping. Shouta would kill him if he was sent home again. It was odd, however, now that he realized he was making noise and how in tune he was to how they mixed together. How Shouta's little puffing moans that would build into those louder, stronger ones that all held the enthusiasm he needed.

Those desperate whines, whimpers, and gasps he would release mixed with his own grunts and moans that huffed out of him made him absolutely burn. A strange melody they seemed to balance between one another. He was drowning in his lust, in his pleasure, as he squeezed the pillow underneath his hands, the hair brushing against his hands tickling the skin, and he wondered what Shouta would have said had he done the opposite.

If he had dragged the man on top of him, back against his chest, black locks in his face, as he slammed up into him. What would he have done? How would he have reacted? He didn't know but he liked thrusting so fast, so hard against his husband that the bed was bouncing lightly beneath the impact he created again and again. Judging by the ecstatic, nearly euphoric moans from Shouta he could only guess the man felt the same.

He felt his hair brushing against his burning face, a few droplets of sweat crawling down his cheek only for a droplet he hadn't noticed to slither down his throat from his jaw. He was gasping in each breath that felt thicker, heavier when they entered his starving lungs and his head was spinning from that strange sensation but he loved it; he loved that he could feel so lost, so damn enthusiastic about this.

One would think that after fifteen going on sixteen years that he would be tired of this already. That he would be tired of fucking the same person or that he would be used to the effects it had on him and that he would know what to expect. And two of those things were true. He should be used to the effect it had, he should know what to expect, and yet it still robbed him of his words, of his breath.

It was amazing each and every time they went into it, each and every time he fucked this man like it was his dying wish, he would forever be amazed at how it seemed to get better rather than grow stale and bland. How it was so exciting, so awe worthy that he got to be with Shouta. Him out of all the people in the world. Him over any other boy that he might have fucked with during their brief breakup in college.

He got to be with him. Shouta chose him. And he didn't squander it. He couldn't when the man was just as desperate, just as needy for him as he was for the black-haired man. He blinked when he saw a drip on the black fabric of Shouta's shirt, his gaze lazily flicking down to it as he squinted at it when he realized with a twitch that he had drooled just a bit; nothing crazy, a thin little line down his chin from all the panting and the fact that he simply could not shut his mouth.

Leaning onto one hand lifting his left up to rub at his chin before slamming it back down onto the pillow and fixing his clumsy thrusts for that solid, determined rhythm as he then realized how close he was. The orgasm that was knotting in his stomach, in his groin, and scratching vaguely at the edges of his brain as he blinked himself to awareness of that sensation. It wasn't looming over him but rather it was right there waiting to swoop in at a moment's notice.

A clenching, squeezing of those muscles around him had a deep, choked sound flying out of him when he slammed forward in a frenzy in rapid succession of one another making the bed bounce firmer than it had this whole time. The moan he got from his husband had goosebumps raising on his skin. He couldn't help but wonder if his husband was close. If his own orgasm was lingering on the edges of his mind; if he was trying to get him there first.

He paused in his thrusting in order to angle himself, shifting his hips slightly in order to gain the angle he always got that once he starts thrusting again, he would get- The wail that tore out of Shouta had him groaning low in his throat. A groan that vibrated through his chest, just like earlier. He slammed against him, the slapping of their skin meeting ringing out mixing with the huffing breaths, the low groans and grunts that were echoing with loud moans, whimpers and quiet grunts that echoed his own.

He loved it. It was a symphony of noise that he adored, that he couldn't get enough of, and it was making that orgasm of his lazily knot low in his stomach. It had his erection twitching that didn't go unnoticed by Shouta who moaned eagerly as he saw a few locks of hair ruffled with his huffing breaths. He couldn't go on forever; he'd been worked up before and there was only so far, he could work himself up too.

His hips were aching mildly with a discomfort that begged him to slow down, to go easier and not so hard, not so fast, yet he couldn't listen to that suggestion in his mind. He was chasing, hunting down the orgasm that seemed to be all too eager to both dance away from him and claw upwards slowly at the same time. It was agony. A pleasurable type of agony that he lived for. It was only when Shouta's moans crested into wails, breathless cries, and his back heaved with his breaths.

Burning, shudder with a moan as those muscles squeezed around him tightly only to keep tightening somehow forcing him to work doubly hard to slide back and slam forward that he felt a sudden slam of excitement. He loved when Shouta was so tight, he had to work hard just to thrust into him. "Y-You're gettin' tight, baby! You 'bout to cum?"

He got a low moan, the hips wriggling desperately beneath him and he couldn't help but let the grin curl over his lips as he slammed down making sure to keep that angle in place to hit his prostate with each thrust pulling a louder moan out of the man. The huffing, fast breaths seemed positively painful to hear from both himself and Shouta yet they hitched excitedly as he shifted himself backwards into a kneeling position that allowed him to lift Shouta's hips from the bed where he curiously reached down.

And, as he suspected, there was indeed a rather decent wet spot from the pre-come he then reached up to feel smeared against his husband's stomach sending a shiver down his spine. "D-Do you feel how utterly wet you are, baby? You're dr-dripping everywhere! Goddamn, you h-have to be close! O-Or are you just trying to strangle the shit out of my c-cock?"

"Sh-Shhhhut up! 's not -Ah! Ah nnngghh! I-It's not that b-bad!"

The way Shouta would sometimes, depending on his confidence, try to deny everything was always a treat. He loved it when Shouta tried to play dumb, tried to deny how close he was and he let his grin curl right up into a smirk as he panted quickly feeling the legs on either side of him tensing as those knees dug into the mattress as well given how those hips swung backwards to meet his thrusts.

He smirked widely as he huffed out his breaths, slamming his hips forward harder and pulling back faster making a rather enthusiastic moan fly out of his husband who jerked backwards to meet a hard thrust forward. He squeezed the twitching shaft tightly, sliding his hand up to rub the pads of his fingers against the leaking head pulling a rather violent twitch from the man and he happily smeared the pre-come over his fingers before settling into a fast, stroking pace. One that matched his hips the best possible way he could.

"Ah! Ah, ahnn! Hnnng! Y-You're- Mmmf! Oh! Ohhhh, f-fffffuuck! Fuck! Shit! Yo-You're not better! I b-bet you're close too!"

He squeezed his husband's erection puling a loud moan out of what was possibly going to be another word or the start of a garbled sentence, slamming his hips forward creating that satisfying slapping of skin connecting each time that he simply couldn't help himself one little bit. He used his free hand, the one he'd placed on Shouta's hip when he sat back, and brought it up only to bring it down hard on his ass cheek startling a cry from the black-haired man as he then squeezed the cheek tightly in his grasp as he focused on harder, harder, harder.

Faster, faster, faster. He felt a few sweat droplets rolling down to his jaw to either drip off or slither down his throat, nothing crazy. It was a touch annoying how his hair was clinging to his face, his neck, even his shoulders much more than it had been earlier and he snapped his mouth shut, teeth clicking as he gritted them together. A growl, raspy and guttural even to himself ripped out of him when he felt Shouta keeping up with the jagged, pounding pace he had settled on.

Deliriously giddy when the black-haired man seemed to be trying his best to go harder and faster much like himself. As if he were trying to build upon it. The waistline of his shorts that had been clinging rather valiantly to his thighs seemed to give up the fight and pool down to his knees not that he minded too much; they were meant to be loose and comfortable, not tight and clingy. He didn't care for pajama bottoms like that.

Not at all. He squeezed the cheek in his hand tightly before releasing, lifting his hand up and bringing it down again and digging his nails into the flesh this time when he squeezed the spot tightly once more. Digging the tips of his fingers, his nails, everything he could into the spot as he gripped at the flesh fiercely. It pulled a high, trembling cry from his husband that ended on a wild whimper as he stroked that dripping erection as fast as he possibly could.

He hadn't been lying when he had said Shouta was positively dripping. It was smeared over his stomach, the fitted sheet bore a wet spot he knew had to be impressive, and his fingers were wet each time he slid upwards to rub at the leaking head. He just had to wonder if he was possibly dripping onto the sheet when he didn't rub it away in time. It sent chills down his spine as he squeezed the twitching length, the throbbing beneath his fingers telling him exactly what he wanted all without breathing a word of it.

And he let himself dive headfirst into that frenzy of movement the way he'd wanted to this entire time. He let his hips fly back and forward as fast as he could possibly manage; Jackhammering as Shouta always described it, as he never pulled back far before slamming back in. The wail he got from the action had him groaning through his teeth as he hissed in a breath as he then squeezed then began curving his hand with each stroke, he gave that throbbing, twitching erection.

He slammed forward harder than he intended when he heard a light bump from the headboard making him look up only to find Shouta's hands flying up to press against the headboard as he slid backwards and the lifting of that head, the glare he got that challenged him to stop send shivers down his spine. How did he slam forward so hard Shouta bumped his head? He didn't know yet it sent tingles down straight to his stomach and groin that felt as if it were merely coiling tighter, tighter, tighter.

He was drowning under the lust, underneath the absolute heat that was melting his very bones away and would leave him nothing more than dust on the bed when they were done as he drove forward harder, harder, harder. Faster, faster. He was positively gasping as his jaw fell again and his mouth hung open once again as he heaved in breaths to his starving lungs as he felt Shouta's hips slam backwards making him wobble lightly.

Digging his knees into the mattress firmer as he slammed forward just as hard making a moan fly out of his husband. He wanted Shouta to come first; it's all he's ever wanted and all he ever aimed for during these moments yet even as those muscles squeezed and clenched tightly around him. This alone made that sensation all the more intense as he felt his orgasm rear upwards. That sensation made his thighs shake and his hands tighten on their holds pulling a cry from Shouta.

He didn't stand a chance. He couldn't. It was only when the sound of his voice, growing fainter with Shouta's, did he realize his hearing aid was falling out but he couldn't stop it; stopping it meant taking his hands off of Shouta, meant stopping when he was right there and he just can't bring himself to do it. The last thing he heard clearly, the last thing that registered before it slid out of place, was his voice climbing higher, higher and trembling loudly making the frame, their lamp shades, their phones even, rattle and then there was nothing.

He couldn't hear a thing as his orgasm ripped its way through him, squeezing tightly at Shouta and while there was nothing more, he would love to hear than his husband orgasming he knew he'd hear it at other points. Any time he wanted, really. His hips slammed forward roughly, once, twice and pressing tightly against his husband as he ground forward desperately feeling the air rasping down his throat so fiercely it felt as though it was trying to scrape his throat raw.

He trembled through the waves of that bliss, that euphoria that was clouding his mind as he felt the muscles around his twitching erection squeezing him tightly and contracting in time no doubt with an orgasm for Shouta as well. He then realized that at some point during that crest, that peak, that his eyes had squeezed shut and he forced them open to find glowing eyes burning at him in the darkness of the room.

Shouta was twisted upwards halfway, braced on his forearms with his right hand cupping his ear as he glared at Hizashi as his hair floated upwards while those eyes glowed and flared at him like bolts of electricity as he stared gaping at the man uncomprehending when he saw that chest heaving followed by those full lips moving. Silent. He was- He couldn't hear anything. He blinked a few times before it clicked again.

His hearing aid was out. He moved his hands away from their places, lifting his hands up reaching to his ear when he'd hesitated at the sight of his come covered one and once it was pushed back in did he hear the heaving, hitching gasps from both of them as he stared at Shouta who was struggling to catch his breath to speak again. He watched a droplet of sweat roll down his cheek, trembling on his jaw before slithering down his throat as the man then cleared his throat before speaking.

"Yo-You popped the f-fucking lightbulbs. Again."

He flinched. Shit. "Wh-Which ones?"

"All of them, Zashi."

He lifted his dry hand up to rub at his face groaning as he dragged those fingers down pulling at the skin under his eyes when he watched those black locks drop down again with the deactivation of Shouta's quirk, his lashes fluttering in a few fast blinks though he knew he'd have to use the eyedrops before going to sleep. It would be too uncomfortable for the man to fall asleep with dry eyes of any degree.

He pressed his hand to his mouth for a moment, staring at his husband who then reached down pushing at his stomach and he took the silent request for what it was as he pulled backwards sliding out of his husband with a slick, vulgar noise only for him to sway on his knees just a bit. Nothing major but it was enough to prompt him to flop over sitting next to Shouta. He then reached out touching Shouta's burning, sweaty face gently. Reaching over to brush his fingers along the curves of his ears lightly making the man twitch.

"I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry, baby, I'm really sorry! I hurt your ears, didn't I? I-I wasn't thinking, I shouldn't have d-done that and now I fucked up y-your ears and broke the bulbs! God, I'm fucking stupid, aren't I?"

"Ye-Yes, you are."

He looked over watching Shouta shuffle up onto his knees holding his hand out for the wipes no doubt prompting him to reach over snagging the package then turning to the black-haired man who opened the pack, pulled out a wipe then grabbed his wrist to begin wiping his hand off with. His jaw dropped at the brisk yet thorough manner in which his hand was wiped off, the wipe balled up as another wipe was pulled from the pack to be used on that toned stomach.

Mesmerizing him for a moment when those dark eyes then lifted to him and he was stunned again into the silence he hadn't thought of breaking when lips breath to his cheek."You're dead fucking lucky I like'em stupid. And blonde. So, count your blessing 'cause y-you got two things going for you."

"I could say the same for you, baby! I said it before and I'll say it now! You're damn lucky I didn't run off with Nemuri! And damn lucky that I like'em dark and mean!" He smirked when he got that disturbing little grin from his husband.

Chuckling he then turned his attention to pulling the condom off carefully and taking a deep breath before lifting the filled thing up to attempt to tie the slick rubber off. Of course, it went about as well as it would any other time, he used lube on it; horrible. It snapped his fingers three times and he nearly dropped it twice to which Shouta would click his tongue or suck air through his teeth in warning until he got it tied off and tossed into their little trash bin.

He sat back up only to find a fresh wipe being handed to him which he snagged and used to wipe himself off. "Just so you know, you can lie all you want too but that was pretty-"

"Hot."

He looked up to find that disturbed little grin widening as dark eyes sparkled at him and he wished for all the world he could see far clearer in the darkness but the fact he caught even those little things was a gift in itself when Shouta leaned forward his breath far from steady as it shook against his cheek when lips then began smothering it, the bridge of his nose and his other cheek in soft little kisses. It tore a giggle out of him if he was honest as he quickly finished wiping himself off

Took the wipes and tossed them into the trash then took a moment to wiggle his pajama shorts up as Shouta grunted when he did the same and then looked down at the wet spot that he couldn't make out in the darkness and with his shitty vison. Then that disturbed grin was on him again. "It was hot. Though, I think we can arrange for a day for the kids to be out of the house and do what we used to."

"And what's that?"

"Walk around naked like we used too."

"Hmmm, you have a wicked little mind, Mister Aizawa!"

"I have to have one if I'm going to be married to you."

"True, true! Now, let's strip the bed and get a new one on and get some sleep before Eri even thinks of waking up!"

"Alright. Be quick, I'm fucking exhausted after that."

"But you said it was hot." He then smirked reaching up to press his hand against Shouta's cheek, pulling the black-haired man towards him while leaning in kissing the side of Shouta's head and he loved the little huff of laughter he got from the man as he rubbed little circles into that hot, sweaty cheek of his.

"I did. Didn't say I want to move around and shit." He apuses then squinted at him. "Wh-Why are you rubbing my cheek like that?"

"Enjoy your stubble while you've got it! It's being shaved off if you want to go out on Friday, you hear me?" When he got a chuckle, a little nod, he kissed those black locks again softly. "Good! Maybe I'll arrange for that lazy, naked day just for us the day we get home from our anniversary."

"You're the worst."

"I'm the best and that's why you love me!"

"Do I? I don't recall having said that."

"Shouta!"

"Come on, strip the sheets like you said."

"But Shouta! Say you love me!"

He was surprised by how quickly his husband leaned in grabbing his face, surprisingly fast for the dark lighting, and yet he happily let himself be pulled forward for a brief kiss that had his toes curling with the warmth it sent shooting through his system as he returned the kiss a beat too late for his husband was leaning away crawling off the bed. "I love you, Zashi, now get the bed stripped so I can sleep."

He smiled softly when Shouta climbed off the bed, standing up on wobbling legs when the light flicked on making him cringe away though this time he squinted against the yellow light as he caught sight of the wet spot that Shouta had clearly seen and raised his brows before climbing off the bed as well. His own legs were no better but he smiled as he began flinging pillows off the bed, much to the glare his husband pointed at him, and he tilted his head blowing a kiss at the black-haired man happily.

"And I love you too, baby. I'll be sure to show it extra good on Friday!"