Shouta wasn't sure if he hated or loved summer. There pro's and con's to it, just like with any other season, and yet as he sat in the car with the window down allowing the warm air to bellow into the car ruffling the air by his ear ash is hair flew around his face he had to admit it was comforting as Hizashi belted out lyrics to some song that struggled to be heard over the roaring of wind. He loved the summer as he had fond memories.
Nothing that ever stood out save for that summer festival where he and Hizashi rode Ferris wheel for the first time, or how he'd been coaxed onto a merry-go-round, then at the end of the night as fireworks were blasting off the blonde had confessed to him. He still remembered that red blush, the way the blonde had fidgeted and looked nervous, speaking so fast his quirk activated twice leaving his ears to ring and then the third time he spoke so fast they trembled together.
It had taken Hizashi five times to say it clearly for him to understand. And then, of course, there was their wedding they'd had; that day had been pure magic and even he, a surly sour puss man could admit it. He'd never, ever forget how Hizashi had not only convinced him to walk down the aisle on Nemuri's arm but had done the same with both of his mothers and how that day had seemed so long yet so short.
How it felt like one second he was sliding that ring on and the next he was being swept off his feet on the dance floor by his husband who was far too enthusiastic that night; even cutting the cake and the messy way Hizashi and himself crammed it in, how the fireflies had managed to peak out by the time they were flying off to their little honeymoon. He even had fonder memories of summer that he would rely on but those were the two highlights, the two major memories he reflected on that always made him feel painfully melancholic.
Or perhaps it was simply summer that brought with it that bittersweet feeling with it no matter what. And his cons? Well, they were perhaps the same as any other persons. The heat, the way his hair tended to frizz out after a shower or if he got caught in the rain depending on the humidity, the bugs he had to deal with for his poor husband, and the spiders that terrorized not only to the two men but Hitoshi and Denki by extension.
The many times they'd called Nemuri over or the many times Eri had merely scooped up a spider for them was an embarrassing number of times that he would never tell another soul. So many pros and cons. The blue sky, the storms, the rain. The scalding ground, the blistering heat, the way the sun always seemed to be shining, the cicadas. Oh, he could live without cicadas. Always shrieking and always annoying as can be early in the morning as it seemed to be a day after day battle on who could be louder.
The cicadas or the bird calls. He rolled his head against the head rest looking over at Hizashi who was flicking the blinker on, singing happily when those sparkling green eyes flicked to him and a bright smile was aimed his way. He was helpless not to return a soft little smile of his own at the brilliant one aimed just for him. He looked down when Hizashi reached over, assuming it was for the iced coffee in the cup holder, only to hum when the hand was placed right on his thigh instead.
While he could just shove it off, bicker with the man about keeping both hands on the wheel, he didn't have the energy for it. It was a warm day that was just over a comfortable heat and it was getting to him. So, if having Hizashi's hand not only felt nice but was an innocent little thing then he didn't give two fucks about it being placed there. He felt a little squeeze of his stomach, a tingle running through him when that hand began rubbing his thigh up and down slowly.
As if he were a cat he didn't want to spook and he reached down plucking the hand from his thigh and instead chose to weave their fingers together. Funny how their hands took a bit of wriggling before they fit comfortably against one another. He then clung to that hand, a trace of warmth in his cheeks, when he felt that thumb stroke the back of his hand as he looked out the window again eyeing the familiar houses flying by.
Almost home. It had been a particularly long day at work but he didn't mind it so much; not when he had Hizashi soothing and kissing away his stress in the break room when it was just them, or the way that knee pressed against his own when someone was in there. If he was honest, the day had felt longer given it was Wednesday. And that was significant to him, painfully so, when their anniversary loomed two days away and he was given nothing about how that Friday would go down.
All that had been told to him was he was shaving, he was dressing up, and Eri along with Hitoshi would be staying at the dorms or with Nemuri until Monday. Three whole days just to them. It had been a long time, a very long time it felt, since they had such a window of opportunity together. After all, there was a difference between their children being out for the night and being away for a whole weekend's length.
Even he had to admit that he was excited at what Hizashi had planned. Morbidly curious even. He lifted his left hand up sipping at his coffee, knowing a pouch would be much more satisfying, but given how fast they flew from the building and right to the car there really wasn't much time for grabbing one from the breakroom fridge. And besides, he wanted to get home as he wanted to -as Hizashi has lovingly put it many times now- 'play' with the blonde.
They had a window of opportunity at Eri was being watched by Midoriya and Togata, perhaps even Bakugo, and he didn't have a single problem with that if the students wanted to spend more time with his adoptive daughter. Not one problem with it. In fact, Eri loved spending time with his problem children along with Togata. The ice in his cup rattled lightly, melting far faster than he'd like, and he took one more gulp at the liquid before letting his hand drop down again with the cup resting on his thigh again as he then turned his head to look at Hizashi.
There was a chance, an opportunity to tell the man just what he wanted when they got home. It was perhaps the tamer of the kinks but he wanted to try. "Zashi?"
The volume was turned down rather quickly, the hand pulling from his own in order to hold the wheel as the windows were rolled up just above half way to deal with the wind that was whipping in the car and lowering that deafening sound as the blonde then held his hand out to Shouta as he placed the other back on the wheel. A hum of acknowledgement. Good enough for him. "Yeah, Sho? What's up?"
"I want to try something when we get home. Off of the list, I mean. Would that be fine with you? Or would you rather focus on finding something or somewhere to eat for dinner first? Or something else altogether?"
"I don't mind doing something off the list at all! We can do both, actually! It's been a long ass day, so we deserve to do something fun!" He felt his heart skip as the hand in his squeezed at his own and he knew, realistically, he could just ignore such an action but he didn't; instead, he squeezed back as he lifted his cup up taking another quick sip. "What did you have in mind?"
"Don't worry about it. Think of it as-as a pre-anniversary thing. Something nice for you."
"Can I have a guess?"
"You can have one guess."
"Does it have something to do with the fact that you went shopping with Nem for the first time in forever?"
He shifted in his seat feeling faint wave of heat crawl into his cheeks as he then turned to his window when Hizashi shifted in his own seat, fingers wiggling between his own as if to flex out then curl back in with a securer grip on his own and he had to fight to keep a pout off of his lips as he looked out the window. He wished that it hadn't been noticeable. Really, he did. He wasn't averse to shopping, not one bit, but after an hour or two?
His patience would start to wear thin, the other people far too much for him, and with Nemuri dragging him store to store to have him look at things didn't help either. Bouncing from one place to another was headache inducing, it wasn't something he liked to do and he was sure he would go insane before he and Nemuri even left the mall that she had supposedly taken Hizashi too. He had endured two hours of finding what they needed to find.
And damn him if his face never hotter than when she dragged him into a store aimed at women of all people and he had felt every single woman in that store staring at him even if Nemuri assured him no one was. Just because no one was looking at him when she noticed didn't mean they weren't looking. He was just grateful he wasn't as well known, as damn popular as his husband. Especially when he ducked his head as they left the store with Nemuri chattering about their items until he hissed at her to be quieter to which she merely laughed at him cheerfully.
As if it was funny that he was even a bit embarrassed to be in a store like that. He was breaking all kinds of boundaries he didn't know existed for himself; fucking in this car's backseat, touching himself the first time in front of Hizashi, shibari, spankings, BDSM at all, and most of all going in a store aimed at women. He was doing this all for the sake, for the whole reason, of trying new things with his husband.
It's not like Nemuri would just let him pick a pair of tights from Walmart. She even balked when he had managed to choke out the question on how he would go about finding stockings for himself. He still can't believe he went to her and asked. He wanted to go to Walmart, find a pair of promising stockings, and show them to her over video chat but what would he do if they didn't fit? If Hizashi came home with him running out to get new ones?
He'd be embarrassed, he'd be absolutely mortified and he wouldn't be able to go through with it, he knew that much. He liked doing things for his husband, he did, but it didn't help he still felt some of that embarrassment no matter how confident he was getting. It was like a dual reaction; like pulling back a rubber band too far and it snaps back into place with a sting. It was left over reactions his brain wouldn't give up on.
Even if he had felt amazingly confident, completely and utterly confident he had been sexy the night he wore the lingerie for the very first time; it could be that easy. He knew it could be. He knew he could just let go, do what felt good, and focus on that reaction alone but it just wasn't that simple for him. Not with how he was as a person. Nemuri had even been quiet during their time in the store, only laughing at him and chattering as they left, and yet she apologized quickly when they then got launch at the food court together.
He, of course, refused to divulge why he needed stockings or shorts like that though the sparkle in her blue eyes clearly said that she knew something kinky was going down. The last thing he needed was her running back to Emi and saying something to the woman. "Sho? Helllooooo, you still in there? The lights are on but is anyone home? Did I guess right? Or did you stop functioning?"
He blinked at the playful, lilting call from his husband as they turned onto their street with the convenience store going past making him blink again when he reached up squeezing the coffee cup in hand as he rubbed at his eye fiercely letting out a sigh. Was he zoning out more than usual? Was he just not with it right now despite his previous statements? It would be possible for that to be a chance but he cleared his throat. Shake it off. Start again.
"Yes. Alright, yes, it does have to do with that. I let Nemuri take me out, help me with it, because if I did it on my own, I would have fucked something up. We wouldn't be doing it today." He paused then turning his head just enough to scowl at the blonde. "Do you think you can give me a few moments of privacy when we get home to change? Or will you peek around doorways like the peeping tom you are?"
The snort he got made his heart flutter, his stomach to drop airily, and he wanted to scoff at his body's reactions to one little noise from his husband. Once they began driving down their street the blonde turned to him briefly to give him a deadpan, unimpressed look and he had to fight the smirk twitching at the corners of his lips when the man then turned his attention back to the road just as fast.
"Of course, I can, baby! I'm good at giving you privacy, you know that! You don't need to tell me what for, why or when you need it, just tell me to fuck off and I'll gladly do so! I need to wash my hair out and take my contacts out too though, so does it matter if I'm in our bathroom or the bathroom upstairs?"
"No. It doesn't matter if you're in our bathroom. Just don't walk out when you're done, make sure you have your hearings aids in, and I'll call for you. Deal?"
"Deal! I honestly can't wait to see what the great, amazing Shouta Aizawa could have gotten on his trip out of the house with our bestest friend!"
He gave a nonchalant grunt to his husband when he lifted his cup up taking a long pull from it watching the liquid drain and inch closer to the bottom of the cup, the ice rattling when he lowered it then swirled the cup lazily only to look up as they pulled into their driveway. He released Hizashi's hand, pressing at his buckle until he was coaxing the seatbelt from across his stomach and chest back into its place listening to the doors unlock allowing him to shift the cup to his right hand.
Swallowing down any nervous little tells, he pulled at the doorhandle stepping out into the warmth that promised to turn into a sizzling heat any day now. He reached in grabbing his computer bag then swinging the strap up over his shoulder then reached in to grab Hizashi's from its place behind his seat then straightening up glaring at the sky. Even standing there shutting the car door his hair combined with his capture weapon almost felt like too much.
He walked around the car with Hizashi snatching his coffee up then opening his door, stepping out and slamming the door then pressing at the little key pads locking the doors again with a flash of the headlights. The quiet little sound of boots hitting the pavement in time with his own was a comforting little thing he never could explain. When they weren't running, weren't rushing, the sound of Hizashi's feet following after him was honestly a comfort he tried not to take for granted.
He dug into his pocket for his house keys, sipping at his coffee, draining the cup rather quickly as he slid the key into the locks listening to the little clicks before twisting the doorhandle stepping into the hallway. The way his attention shifted down when Simba along with Void ran from their hiding places on the stairs towards his legs doing a meow that Hizashi claimed was "honking" up at him made him smile down at the cats when Cosmo joined the fray and he could very distinctly hear another cat in the kitchen meowing as well.
It was only when he was hit with that long, drawn out meow that he knew it was Twix; no one meowed like Twix. He pushed through the little swarm of cats as Cappella along with Sterling seemed to rush Hizashi in a conjoined effort when he stepped in after him shutting the door behind them both. It took everything in him not to laugh when he heard the jingling collars following after him as he entered the kitchen knowing it was rather close to their dinner time.
Given they had burned sometime after leaving U.A to not only get the coffees but to do a little drive around before settling on coming home. It was just after four, dinner time for everyone that was feline and about an hour away from them considering dinner for himself and Hizashi. He made his way through the kitchen, tossing his empty cup into the trash, then made his way down their little hallway to the bedroom.
While he walked, he began unwinding the capture weapon from around his neck and even if the air was still in the house it still felt nice to have that heat dissipated as the air rushed to the exposed skin of the back of his neck even if it was only half of it. He placed the capture weapon on the dresser when he made his way to the dresser to pick up the cable box for that little key while Hizashi happily kicked off his boots, shrugged his leather coat off and began detaching his directional speaker form around his throat.
He looked briefly over his shoulder at the blonde sliding it into its place on the top shelf in their closet away from the cats, up much too high for them to jump easily. He turned away sliding the key into the little lock on their top drawer only to stop when Hizashi tossed his gloves onto the dresser and he couldn't help but shiver when those hands rested on his shoulders before sliding down to squeeze his upper arms as he turned his face towards the blonde instinctively.
He loved that sweetness, that tenderness in a simple kiss to his cheek yet he enjoyed it; welcomed it. It lasted about two seconds before the blonde was pulling away though he let his fingers sliding across his upper back sending shivers down his spine again. He turned his head to the left to watch the blonde make his way over to the bathroom in record time it seemed and he knew it would take him quite a few seconds to get ready.
Not only would he have to wash his hair, he was taking his hearing aids out, he was taking his contacts out and anything else he did to get comfortable after work. He didn't mind that at all. In fact, he was trying to figure out what he was going to wear to make it all go together when the door to the bathroom snapped shut leaving him alone. And he pulled open the drawer reaching inside grabbing the pack with those stockings, the shorts that he'd embarrassingly bought then had tailored by Nemuri who was unsatisfied with their length.
Even Shouta had to admit he wasn't happy with them either. They'd come down to mid-thigh length, leaving only a sliver between the stockings and the shorts which was a bit disappointing but his face positively fried at the new length Nemuri had cut them too. His ass was going to hang out despite his protests from the woman who had happily cut until she was satisfied. He just needed to know what he paired with shorts and stockings.
A tank top? Or did he just opt out? He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip a few times when he debated this, swaying from side to side, as he stared down at the two articles of clothing in his hands. He could just go with one of his black tank tops but did he want to? Would it be easier to just slide the shorts off over the stockings? Because he knew, without a doubt, he was not taking the stockings off once they were on.
He had to admit he didn't know if he was doing this for himself or for his husband only; he had always, always been a bit fascinated by stockings. Maybe it always had to do with watching his mother get ready for those dinner parties with his step-father, his cheek pressed to her knee watching with wide eyes as she sat at her vanity while she made up her face as the scent of her perfume mingled with the scent of his step-father's cologne that hovered in the air.
He was amazingly young during those days when his mother left him alone with the baby-sitter to go to those parties but he had always been fascinated by the stockings; they were his main focus even then. How soft they were beneath his cheek and hands, how sleek they made a person's legs look, and he had to admit the one-time Hizashi had worn them he swore they did something for both of them.
He liked how they looked and he had to admit that while he was "thicker" and a bit more muscular than he was back then that he'd still somehow achieve that sleek, long-legged look that his husband possessed naturally. He knew his legs weren't the "money-shot" Hizashi always lamented over when he grabbed at his own ass or complained about his lips. He knew his were much more obvious than that but today he wanted to focus on his legs.
Didn't want Hizashi's focus anywhere else in those first few seconds. He was surprised by the mere sting of nostalgia that mixed with a melancholic feeling that that particular memory of his mother; it wasn't bad nor was it a good memory. A fascinated one. Long before their relationship really became complicated. Back when it seemed like she could have possibly cared for him the way a mother should before she became distant after the birth of his half sister and did a lot of faraway parenting.
He sighed rubbing at his face; it wasn't about his Mommy issues. This wasn't the time for that. He shut the drawer with his hip turning to the bed as he tossed the shorts along with his stockings onto the bed then reached up to pinch the zipper between his fingers and pull downwards listening to the muted sound of the shower running from the bathroom. He shrugged his arms out of the sleeves, kicked at his boots getting them off a bit clumsily then shed his costume quickly making sure to take the socks with them.
Bent down picking it up folding it over his arm then folding it in half resting it on the dresser for now. He then realized he had another dilemma; did he leave his boxers on or did he take them off for the shorts? Obviously, when he tried them on at Nemuri's his boxers had more than happily flashed and sat on full display making his face burn when Nemuri had whistled because he knew what she knew in that moment; his ass one hundred percent would hang out the second he had nothing on.
Far more scandalous than any piece of lingerie. Even now his cheeks burned with a softer blush as he plucked at the waistline of his boxers. It was a habit, an absent-minded thing the way he dragged his teeth over his lip as he debated before hooking his thumbs into the waistline as he quickly made a decision. He knew any other day would feel like Hizashi was trapped in the bathroom forever washing out all that hairspray and gel, plucking his contacts out, changing and then blow-drying his hair as he refused to towel dry it if he could avoid it but today, he had to get going.
He had stockings, shorts, to get into and his husband was no doubt going to finish in that time. It was like that saying; a watched pot never boils. His husband would be done any second though it would happen the second he looked away from the door; he was sure of it. So, he settled for pushing his boxers down to his knees then letting them drop down around his ankles which he stepped out of, flicking his foot to fling them behind him.
He picked up the shorts letting out a slow breath at their length as a true, burning wave of heat hit his cheeks. It wasn't Nemuri who would be seeing him in these but Hizashi. And that mattered far more than he would have ever thought. He swallowed bending down stepping into the shorts feeling that embarrassment when he did indeed feel the fabric slid up into place though the bottom half of his ass went uncovered.
He didn't know if he was embarrassed or absolutely horrified at the thought of looking in their full-length mirror at the second to see just how it looked, if it was as bad as he thought, so he settled for opening the stockings. He welcomed the marveling distraction as he slid the soft fabric between his fingers, taking a deep breath as if it would quell the burning heat in his cheeks somehow.
Separating then laying one stocking out was easily done as he listened to the shower turn off making his hear jump in his chest as he bent down to his left leg bunching up the stocking in his hands; something he didn't need Nemuri to tell him how to do. He'd seen both her and his mother countless times pulling stockings up, he knew how to do it by this point in his life and even if he didn't, he was sure he'd figure it out.
He got the fabric snuggly fitted around his foot before he braced it against the edge of the bed wondering if it would really fit; if these would go all the way up. He pulled at the fabric marveling at how smooth it looked sliding up his leg, fascinated as it did indeed go all the way up to his thigh just below that mid-length mark. Of course, as Nemuri advised him, they did dig in just a bit to this thigh.
Not tight in an uncomfortable way but rather tight in a very, very comforting way. Like he'd painted it on to his leg. It was definitely marvel worthy though he didn't have time. He could hear his husband singing, off key yet quite happily and he dropped that foot from the bed then snatched the other stocking from off the bed bunching it up much like the other, stepping into it. He then braced his right foot on the bed sliding it upwards making his stomach drop excitedly as he got them into place around his thigh.
The little elastic band working to keep them in place while he was still but he knew that there was a reason for garter belts. He wondered if he should have gone for one. Something to clip into the tops off the stockings to keep them up. Oh. Oh, that sent a little shiver down his spine at the thought. He swallowed again when he dropped his foot from the bed, his heart slamming against his chest when he looked to the mirror.
It was weirdly like the night with the lingerie; he wanted- no, he needed to see. He made his way over, taking then letting out a deep breath as he did so, and hovered just out of view of the mirror as he rolled towards his toes bouncing up on them for a second as he then came back down with a thump. He needed to look. To see. If he had an impact on himself. If the impact, he had with the lingerie was an amazing reaction then he could only imagine how Hizashi would react to this.
Something about that thought, that little idea, had him stepping in front of the mirror without really processing it until he was staring at his own red face. God, did he look that strange with a red blush? How did his husband think that was pretty? It looked blotchy to him as it smeared itself across his cheeks, burned in the tips of his ears and even the skin of his chest and collar bones seemed flushed to him.
It was possibly just the lighting, but it still unflattering to him. He felt another wave of heat assault his cheeks, a rush off that embarrassment that left him feeling wobbly and off balance was nearly overwhelming. But he stood in place. He didn't move an inch. He then slowly turned letting out a breath as he looked over his shoulder and if that wave of heat hadn't hit his face before he was sure it would have then.
Just the sight of his ass, half of it hanging out shamelessly out of the shorts that honestly looked like they did nothing more than look pretty as they hid the top half was embarrassing. It was embarrassing, it should be shameful, and he should want to rip them off right now. He should not feel a rush of excitement, should not feel his stomach squirm with the emotion, or his heart to skip.
His eyes should not be glued to himself, should not have felt his dick twitch with a very interested manner back-to-back the way it did before he inevitably began to feel that slow surge of blood downwards. He should not. But he was. He was, he was, he was. It was like it was someone else in the mirror, pirouetting and gawking at themselves. If he glanced at his face that illusion was both shattered then strengthened.
As if he knew it was himself but was still someone different in his skin. In his body. He had that confidence, he knew he did, it was just a matter of bringing it out. The night of the food play, when Hizashi had happily licked him from throat down to his groin had only started so excitedly as he had allowed his husband to gawk over him the way he had. He swore, if it were physically or realistically possible, there would have been hearts in those green eyes.
He happily stripped and allowed his husband to see, to watch, as it gave him that thrill he was finding he liked more and more. Thriving off of. He liked strutting around, naked for Hizashi's green eyes to rake over him again and again before those hands reached out for him beckoning for him to come closer. He just didn't have the confidence to say it yet. Hell, even in their youth in that thin-walled apartment Hizashi had been the first to delight in scanty or no clothing.
When he saw him the first time, he had been embarrassed just walking out naked or finding his then boyfriend standing in the kitchen with not a stitch on. It had taken a bit but he quickly found he liked it. It took a bit more before Hizashi convinced him to do the same. Had grown very confident in walking out. Until he did it in from of Nemuri. He had died that day internally and refused to leave the bedroom naked until Hizashi assured him a million times it was fine and no one was there.
As an adult he had not a problem with doing it. He was too old to be embarrassed but the embarrassment still tried to claw through; still tried to tell him that he looked shameful. He looked, quite honestly, like a slut. Like the very thing Hizashi accused him of being in that playful growl again and again or in that playful whine. Only this time, this time when he thought it, his eyes had flicked up to meet his own gaze in the mirror.
The light hitting them bringing that gray to life as he stared at himself watching his lips part slightly as he thought it again. He looked like a slut. A slut waiting for Hizashi. He felt chills run down his spine when he looked down to find that hardon pressing against the fabric of his shorts like he expected it too and yet he still somehow had the audacity to feel a touch surprised by that. He looked back up at himself finding his pupils somehow, despite the light pouring through the window, had dilated just a bit.
Nothing crazy though they certainly weren't tiny little blots in his irises but rather a smidge wider with his arousal that was slithering through him. Intent on infecting every part of him long before his husband came out of the bathroom. He then eyed his hair for a second. He felt like a teenager girl honestly; this or this, this or this, this or this. But he really needed to choose now; hair up or down.
It was warm and he knew he was going to shut the window, shut the curtains, to keep anyone from possibly hearing them from their backyards which meant it would get hot fast. Hizashi had yet to get the AC kicked on yet as they were stubborn little fools; not admitting it was time yet until it was blazing outside with heat or until the kids complained but he knew it would be inevitable after today that the AC would be going on.
Then he heard a sharp knocking on the bathroom door. It had him springing to life as he quickly began tossing out cats that had gathered on the bed, clicking and making that hissing sound that got them to rush out until he shut the bedroom doors flipping the lock. It was only when he was searching for the lint roller in his bedside table closest to the bathroom door did another series of knocks against the woods make him twitch.
"Shouta? Baby, can I come out? Or are you not ready yet?" How did he miss the hair dryer? How did he not hear it? "It's fine if you aren't! I can wait! I still got my phone! I just figured I'd ask! No rush, baby, none! Take your time if you're not!"
"I, uh, give me five seconds!" He shouted hating how he stuttered even briefly as he pulled out the lint roller finally and began rolling it over the blankets rushing from the top of the bed to reaching across to the middle, needing to rip the layer off when the hair gathered quickly, and then focused on the lower half.
He wasn't nervous about Hizashi coming out; far from it, surprisingly. He just wanted things to be ready, as he should have, before gawking at himself in the mirror for so long he hadn't even heard the hair dryer in the bathroom. So wrapped up in gawking at himself and getting himself turned on like that. He scoffed at himself as he again pulled at the layer full of cat hair and began fussing over the blanket making sure he got up as much hair as possible before he was satisfied.
As satisfied as he could be with the belief that he'd gotten as much as he could off without ripping the blanket off and washing it. He then realized, awfully, his ring still hung around his throat and his hands were shaking lightly. He reached up tugging the chain from around his throat, struggling with the clasp before he slid the ring off of the chain and instead slid it onto his left ring finger. He watched the light glint on the gold band before turning to the window rushing over to it shutting it then tugging the curtains together.
Given they weren't the thick type that blocked out all types of light, the sun still managed to filter through weakly making the curtains glow the dark burgundy they were and slant across the floor with a brilliant beam. It wasn't dark nor was it painfully bright but he was fine with that. Perfectly fine. He then realized he didn't know how to do this; did he stand or did he sit? Did he do something?
He swallowed rubbing his hands against his red cheeks fiercely. Damn, he handled sleeping with Hizashi the first time better than this. He just needed to call him in, do it, and be confident. He could just stand there for god's sake. He cleared his throat lightly then lifted his hands to do- what? He watched them flutter and move awkwardly in front of himself before settling on his hips as he looked down then away from himself with a groan threatening to slid out.
How grateful he honestly felt now that with the dimmer lighting it was a touch harder to see the bulge pressing at the shorts. Hizashi might not even notice until he was up close or touched him directly. He cleared his throat again, licked his lips, and fidgeted lightly from foot to foot before he realized his hair. His hair was still down. Ah, fuck it. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it. He wanted Hizashi out of the bathroom now so did it matter? He could put it up after.
"You can come out, Zashi."
It was honestly hilarious how fast that door ripped open on its hinges, his husband stepping quickly over the threshold as his hair swung around his shoulders in a straight, smooth blade that he knew would frizz up by the time they really got into it and he couldn't even feel sorry. Not one bit. Those eyes snapped to the bed quickly then around the room as if to spot the change before they very quickly settled on Shouta.
The way his jaw dropped had him nearly snickering when the blonde froze where he stood it seemed. A soft red hue flooded his cheeks bringing attention to those beloved freckles, blonde lashes fluttering as his eyes widened and he dropped his phone; here Hizashi was telling him not to be careless with his phone and he drops his like it was flaming piece of coal. However, his heart was positively hammering against his chest with the reaction.
Hizashi then slowly held his hands out to him, fingers curling then flexing outwards as every little possible wisp of air flew out of his husband on a wheeze that had him grinning. It was honestly a very flattering reaction. "You-"
"Yeah?"
It should be shameful how that choked, croaking wheeze of a word from his husband had his stomach squeezing. Hizashi then stepped forward those his legs looked like they would give out; like he was seconds from throwing himself to the floor, groveling at his feet and he couldn't lie that the image in his head had a certain effect on his arousal. On the lust that was lazily clawing up and down underneath his skin when he watched those nipple rings flicker weakly at him in the lighting.
"You, Shouta Aizawa, are the fucking reason I believe in angels and miracles! You little fucking minx! You- I'm going to have to send Nemuri wine and flowers; I'm going to have to give her every little cent and dollar in my bank account! You did this the other day at the mall and when you went to her house?"
"Yeah."
"Pre-anniversary surprise in-fucking-deed, baby!"
He loved how those words were breathed out, his hands lifting from his hips towards those freckled shoulders as Hizashi stepped closer to him and he happily stepped forward at those slender hands grabbed at his waist tugging him closer making his heart stumble over its beats before resuming that frantic speed. Lips so close. They were so close. Still parted with the awe that colored every inch of Hizashi's face, but he was far more interested in something else other than the praises that would drop off of his husband's tongue if he had his way.
"You always manage to surprise me, you sexy little thing! A-Are the shorts that-?"
"Yes, they are." The choked little moan he got had him shivering as he stepped back though not so far, those hands slid away from his waist; not yet. Not until he did as he had the night of the lingerie; he would turn, he would twist, and he would do so confidently for his husband as long as he wanted him too. "D-Do you want to see?"
"Am I fucking idiot? No, don't answer that."
He smirked when a hand had flown from his hip to press against his lips, the blonde then reaching up to take his hand like it was nothing more than fine glass with the way he held it and those green eyes were dilating much like his own had started too in the mirror. The lust, the hunger he saw was making him eager to throw himself and the blonde onto the bed to give in; to stop this little prelude already.
"Show me. Show me before I fucking lose it! I need to appreciate this in all its beauty, baby!"
He let his smirk widen, taking that step backwards allowing the blonde's other hand to slide off of his waist, the hand gripping his hand holding it up above his head and he didn't need another word of encouragement. He didn't want them. He took a breath then spun slowly letting the blonde's eyes scan over him, taking his time when he heard that same choked sound leave his husband when his back was to him and he swore he could feel the intent rolling off the blonde.
That lust was infecting him, raking fiercely beneath his skin as he shivered under that gaze before he was finally spinning to face the blonde again. It was quiet, still as he stared at that red face and the way those green eyes flickered over him like they could see right through him to the back again. Right through him to his very core, to his very being, and the blonde was intent on exploiting it.
He honestly didn't know who moved first; he had been parting his lips to say something, anything to the blonde, and the next he was flying forward or perhaps being yanked forward in time with Hizashi's forward motion as his hands flew up to those freckled shoulders. Lips came down on his with a smoldering heat that jolted through him like electricity as he lifted his hands up to those golden locks, twisting his fingers into them.
His husband's hands clawed then twisted his hips forward against his own leaving not an inch of space between them. Chests to chests, feet stumbling over one another with that handful of steps to the bed as his lips pressed and moved with that same urgency that Hizashi was displaying in the kiss. As if there wasn't to be a minute to be wasted. It was like that frenzy from last Thursday when Hizashi came home from shopping.
It was a heat that ripped, climbed, and clawed until he was squirming as he hit the bed lifting his legs up to wrap around that slim waist tugging the blonde closer. Hands clutched at hair and lips moved delightfully, dizzyingly fast against his own with a heat that burned him up. As if Hizashi needed it just as bad. It was like blood in the water; a frenzy, a feeding frenzy that fueled and threw itself onto the lust that seemed endless in its burn as Hizashi moaned against his lips when he lifted his hips grinding up against him.
It took a second of positioning, of wriggling and squirming against the blanket to get that position just right with Hizashi leaning over him comfortably though they were a touch too close to the edge for his liking but it wasn't like Hizashi would fall off. Not possible. He could honestly die. Die right now, right this second, and he would be the happiest he'd ever been. It was only as he was letting himself sink into the heat.
Sink into the sizzling desire that had his thighs tightening around that slim waist that he realized he hadn't gotten anything out. Not the lubes, not the condoms, not even the wipes. Not a single thing. How did he forget? He couldn't think, he couldn't bring himself to tear his lips from Hizashi when hands slid along his thighs making him hiss in a breath through his nose with excitement. Fingers then plucked idly at the tops of his stockings.
Pulling then letting the elastic slap back to his skin making him whine softly when they then traced along the tops of them teasingly against his skin. Why hadn't he done something like this sooner? Why not do something like this right after the lingerie? If he knew this would be his reaction, his reward, he would have done it sooner. It was like with the mirror; he shouldn't be so excited.
The smacking of their lips, disgustingly wet and slick sounding should have been embarrassing and the sounds of his swallowing should have been mortifying but they weren't. God, they weren't. Had he been in any other position he was sure he'd be drooling shamelessly from the intensity that seemed intent on ripping him limb from limb. It was ironic that he went to lick at Hizashi's lip, to ask and beg silently for the kiss he wanted, that Hizashi had done the same making both men twitch in surprise that lasted a single beat.
It was always strange yet amazing when they were on the same page. He happily twisted, undulated and rubbed his tongue against Hizashi's who groaned into the kiss as he began to copy his grinding from moments ago; copying at first but then taking that control quickly. His hips were pinned down to the bed, unable to lift easily or grind back, when his eyes rolled back behind his eyelids with an ecstatic moan flying out of him when the blonde ground down harshly against him.
As always with that perfect, perfect pressure he needed the most and sent shivers down his spine as his toes curled. It was good. So good. He gasped in his breaths through his nose as he played with that piercing whenever he possibly could though that was hard when it felt like Hizashi was trying to choke him with his tongue; it was an odd sensation, an odd thought. But it was the intensity and the absolute sheer, undeniable hunger in the kiss was spine chilling.
He squeezed the locks in his hands as he debated flipping. Of uncurling his legs from that slim waist. Would he get an even better reaction? He moaned at the thought as he began moving his legs from around Hizashi's waist, the embarrassment pricing at the disgustingly wet sound of their kissing that broke when he planted his feet to the bed and used a momentum to swing himself upwards forcing Hizashi over to the side pulling their lips apart.
He settled on top of him in seconds, his hair flying around his face annoyingly when he did so as he took a few fast breaths as he slid his hands from Hizashi's hair and allowed the blonde a few breaths himself. Hands then squeezed his thighs, his eyes flicking down to them then up to his husband who whined at him wordlessly prompting him to hesitate. He needed the wipes, the lube, the condoms.
He needed to get them if he wanted to continue. It was always awkward when they were in the middle of making out and rushing across the bed just to get the things, they would need. He bit his lip staring down at Hizashi, at those half-lidded green eyes staring up at him begging, coaxing wordlessly for him to come back down. His lips were parted, with those quiet fast breaths and his hair was awkwardly pinned beneath his shoulders, his neck, while also fanning slightly against their blanket.
It was hard to move himself off of the blonde who groaned at him when he made his way across the mattress to the bedside table. He made quick work snatching up the lube, the condoms, and slapped the wipes down on the bedside table when he twisted around back to his husband and was crawling down over on top of him again placing the two items on standby off to the side. He then dove back down pressing his lips eagerly, delightedly to Hizashi's once again though this time the kiss wasn't as frantic nor as frenzied.
It was fast, it was firm and it burned in all the right ways but nowhere near as dangerously sloppy as that initial first kiss he'd fallen into. He kissed his husband happily, enthusiastically as hands caress and rubbed at his thighs happily while plucking at the tops lightly letting them snap against his skin lightly again and again only to slide beneath them just a bit teasingly before sliding upwards towards his waist.
He settled on a grinding rhythm that his husband's hips jumped to copy, shivers rolling down his spine as nails clawed idly at his skin and he melted into the kiss that was slowly reaching that feverish pitch. Not a frenzy yet but so close to it. He parted his lips without needing the lick, without needing the prompting, and he delightedly twisted his tongue with Hizashi's who sighed softly against his cheek that he was happily echoed himself as hands rubbed at his waist with nails dragging in between.
He loved it. He loved it desperately and he honestly wanted to thank Nemuri. While, yes, he balked and hated how short she'd cut them at first, he was thankful for it now. So very thankful. He ground himself down against Hizashi who happily bucked his hips a few times that he moaned at, the pleasure and the arousal that tightened him when he did such a simple thing had him squirming in between his grinding rhythm.
He hadn't realized just how much could build in two damn days since Sunday, didn't understand it, and he honestly didn't want to. There was no rhyme, no logic, no reason behind wanting his husband as desperately as he did and he needed to stop trying to figure it out. He liked what he liked, he did as he pleased, and there was nothing that would be changed about it. He nudged then swirled his tongue against the smooth metal of that piercing's ball pulling a groan from his husband.
And he then remembered his hands; hands that were resting uselessly on Hizashi's chest. He moved them then, intent on bringing the same burning, clenching pleasure that was merely increasing with a delicious pressure that he knew would lead to him slowly, surely losing his mind. He slid his palms over his husband's nipples which received a louder, longer groan as that chest arched eagerly beneath his hands as he then traced the smooth skin of his areolas before giving in to the temptation and flicking his thumbs over those pierced nipples he loved so damn much.
He would be forever thankful that Hizashi had gotten them pierced. Hell, for some time after he'd done it, he thought about getting them done himself. Played with the idea. He pinched those nipples tight, tight, tight until a cry flew out of his husband sounding breathless and cresting high at the end when he twisted lightly at the nipples as hips bucked desperately beneath him thrusting up and he moaned loudly himself at the shivers it sends down his spine.
He pinched, twisted, and then turned his attention to the piercings themselves; pressing one side tightly to his nipple, then the other, before lifting one side up or even flicking lightly at them until he was pinching those hardened nipples again making a moan leave his husband. A hand left his waist, fumbling outwards for something and he whimpered encouragingly, eagerly when the blonde found what he was looking for.
When that other hand left his waist to crack open the lube he was pulling his lips from Hisashi's to breathe, to get air down to his starving lungs that demanded a proper breath. This did nothing to deter the lips from trailing down his chin, his jaw lightly, then down to his throat all while the slick noise of lube being spread had him whining. Grinding his hips down, hard as he could with the goal being that delicious pressure his husband had used moments ago.
He knew he succeeded when hips rose up against his own grinding back eagerly in tight little circles. Especially when the blonde's breaths finally crested into those fast, excited pants. His own were hitching, shaking on their way in and out as he then smirked at the blonde pushing his hips down pinning the blonde to the bed this time. It was thrilling, horribly arousing the way the blonde pressed his head against the bed as he moaned enthusiastically.
Felt his own answering moan clawing at his throat when he choked it down as he ground down against Hizashi fiercely, harshly as those hips twitched then wriggled beneath him. They could raise. They could fight against him. But the blonde refused, he knew that well enough from the way the man panted and spread the lube quickly on his fingers before reaching behind him to pull the waistline of his shorts away from him allowing his other hand to slid down between his cheeks.
He just knew those fingers were peeking out given the shorts length. That image, that thought, had him moaning as the fingers rubbed against his hole slickly creating that little noise that seemed deafeningly loud even to him as he whimpered when the blonde's teeth nipped at his collar bone. The excitement was almost too much. Each slid of those slick fingers against him was making it unbearable as he waited, waited, waited for what he wanted.
He whimpered when the fingers pressed teasingly against him, the impatience in the sound more than enough to make his husband chuckle lazily at him. Those green eyes were flaming at him sending heat ripping underneath his skin. Sending shivers down his spine. He squirmed with another whimper flying out of him as he tried to remain patient; to wait, wait, wait. But God if those fingers pressed against him didn't feel like a damn tease.
"What's the matter, baby? You want it that bad? Been such a long day you want to fuck more than you want to eat? To relax with me? I don't blame you, honestly. If I didn't need to anything at all I'd fuck you all day and all night until you were positively silly from it! You gotta have a little patience, baby, you know that? So impatient, all the time. I almost don't want to fuck you so hard, so fast because you're so pretty! It's supposed to be a pre-anniversary surprise, isn't it? A gift just for me?"
"M-Mmmaybe! I-I wanted to do somethin' nice!"
He wished he could say that he was able to control his voice at least, if he was helpless to stop himself from grinding down against Hizashi, but he wasn't. His voice rose to a whine, stuttering over his words as those fingers continued to press teasingly at him and he squirmed with impatience as a whimper flew out of him again as he jerked his hips backwards though the blonde merely clicked his tongue at him now.
He dragged his teeth over his lip, biting down on it to smother another whimper when those fingers continued to tease. Pressing and lifting, pressing down hard enough his breath hitched with hope it would push in only to rub again. It was maddening.
"C-Come on! I want- Need you to fuck me already. Y-You just said I look pretty, so d-don't you want to fuck me? I went out and bought all this for you!"
"Just for me? So sweet of you, baby!"
To say he was ashamed of the way he growled at the blonde would be a lie. His words ripped their way out of him the second he got his jaw unclenched. "Yes! So, stop teasing me and fuck me already! I-I'll keep the stockings on under my pants, wear'em tonight as long as you want! So just do it! Just get me ready? Fuck me good and make me forget about today!"
"Well, when you demand so sweetly, how can I say no?"
He couldn't pin the emotion in his moan; was it relief? Delight? He can't understand the emotion behind it when a finger finally pushed into him and he squirmed grinding his hips down desperately pulling a groan from his husband as that finger wasted no time in lazily thrusting into him. He didn't realize, didn't notice, just how badly he'd wanted something in him. Was he really so out of it today he hadn't realized just how horny he was until they got right down to it?
How eager he was to have something inside him? How long had it been hovering? All day? Just out of reach so he hadn't noticed it? He didn't know. Didn't know, didn't care. He leaned down pressing his lips to that freckled, burning cheek happily crawling over to the bridge of his nose where they were far more noticeable, adorable really, and leaned down catching those lips when Hizashi tipped his face upwards towards him.
He rolled his hips down with a particularly hard grind that pulled a moan out of his husband when their lips moved together; an eager, delighted pace that had him squirming when that finger abandoned its lazy rhythm and began to thrust into him with the intent to add another. It rubbed at his inner walls, always a strange sensation in itself but it had him whimpering with that eagerness against his husband's lips.
He leaned his hips backwards, abandoning the grinding for a second as he felt that second finger nudging at him carefully and his next breath hitched inwards only to rush out when that finger slid in alongside that first one. He moaned against Hizashi's lips, throwing everything he possibly could into their kisses; the heat, the lust that was clawing at him with burning lines underneath his skin, the hunger, the desire, the bone shattering want he had burning and sizzling through him as he kissed the blonde.
Needed it. He really, truly needed it today. He honestly was close to snapping if he heard one more fight between his students over a stupid reason. He was so close to it. In fact, the actual reality he didn't when Denki got in a shrieking match with Bakugo about ignoring him was a miracle. The fact the electric blonde had forgotten Bakugo was losing his hearing was on parr to him questioning Hizashi that one time if he was deaf.
Stupid. It was stupid. So, he'd held a quiet chant in his mind that he just had to make it to lunch, make it to lunch, make it to lunch. Then it changed to make it to this amount of time, this many minutes left, this much longer, make it to the car at least. Hold it together a second longer. And the relief, the sigh that left him when he collapsed in his desk chair stuffing papers and his laptop into the bag was amazing.
He'd wanted to run as if the building were aflame but he held it back for a brisk, fast walk that ended up with Hizashi tagging after him once he passed the staff room where the blonde had been chatting with Nemuri and Yagi. To need his husband, to want this more than he wanted to slump on the couch and eat a meal with the man was aweing. He never really let his sexual needs rule over others; tried not too at least and after being caught by that cheeky little woman in their utility room he did do better.
Hizashi did as well. They no longer dropped everything, they no longer ran off in the middle of something else, but rather took the moments when they knew it would be free. Like now, with Hitoshi spending the afternoon with his friends and Eri enjoying her after school being with Midoriya, Togata and Bakugo. It was this window of opportunity that he snatched when it was a possibility. It's not like they could do this at the dorms; too risky for his liking.
Far too risky. God, it would take one student knocking on the door to positively ruin his libido for the moment and leave him feeling dirty. He already did feel weirdly dirty to even consider fucking at the school. As if it were a truly taboo thing even if they were locked away in his room. He snapped back to attention when those fingers thrusted into him rubbing at his prostate in their sliding motion.
He moaned loudly jerking backwards against those thrusting fingers meeting a few of those thrusts when they then began the maddening rubbing; grinding, sliding, circling on his prostate sending bolts of electrified pleasure up his spine until he was unable to keep his loud moan to a singular one. They poured out of him with each jolt, each jerk his body gave in response to the stimulation given and Hizashi was groaning at his reaction when the fingers pulled away from the spot.
He gasped through his nose desperately when his lungs began to ache with the need for more air; something more satisfying than those weak breaths taken through his nose. He knew it was a mistake but the second he pulled an inch back to pull a breath through his mouth, his chest heaving, he had a hand sliding into his hair tugging his face back down and he took one more fast breath before his mouth was brought down over Hizashi's.
He happily settled back into twisting and rubbing his tongue with Hizashi's, targeting his piercing once again, and moaned when those fingers began focusing on scissoring outwards. It sent chills down his spine each time when he felt a third finger nudging at him causing a louder, far more encouraging moan to leave him as he bucked backwards as Hizashi ground up against him and his moan ended on a whimper when the finger rubbed against him as he jerked backwards again insistently.
The click of that piercing off of his teeth had another whimper leave him as he licked at the bottom ball when he had the chance, the swallows of Hizashi struggling not to choke on his saliva had him squirming eagerly. Desperately. He cried out when that third finger pushed in, the stretch welcomed as it always was and he tightened his legs on either side of Hizashi while digging his knees into the mattress beneath him.
Realized his hands were still. His hands that needed to move, and so he picked it up again. Flicked his fingers over those pierced nipples, tugged at the piercings, pinched tight as he dared until his husband was squirming and thrusting his fingers dangerously fast into him with moans spilling into the kiss as those three fingers then began to spread with that odd sensation. It wasn't unpleasant nor was it painful but God if it didn't have him writhing through each stretch of those fingers.
He had no choice but to break the kiss again to pull in frantic breaths, the panting scraping his throat raw it felt as the hand in his hair slid out reaching next to them with a quiet grunt. He watched the movement out of the corner of his eye as the blonde snagged the condoms. He whimpered weakly, faintly through his pants when he was capable of it and moaning so loudly, so enthusiastically when those fingers targeted his prostate in between those stretching movements he was glad he thought to shut the window when he did.
He pinched those nipples tightly pulling a cry, such a pleasure filled cry from his husband who jerked thrusting his chest up excitedly as his hips bounced in shallow little thrusting movements against him that he shuddered with the heat that seemed to rip impossibly higher beneath his skin. He then pulled his hands away to grab the condoms from Hizashi, pulling the chain out for him and tearing one from the chain then throwing them to the side without bothering to take the time to place them in neatly.
He didn't care enough for that. He wasn't sure who was panting faster, gasping wilder between himself and his husband when those fingers spread again but he loved it. So loud, so very loud. He trembled when those fingers flexed outwards then, pushing, pushing, pushing at him. It was impatience he could see in those smoldering eyes, impatience in the way the fingers were thrusting and spreading into him faster, faster, faster.
He absolutely, positively loved it when Hizashi got impatient like himself; that it proved just how eager, how badly he wanted to just dive in. He didn't know if he could handle kissing at the moment, the effort that took, and so he bent his head down lapping his tongue across a nipple earning him an absolutely shudder worthy moan of excitement from his husband who thrusted his fingers faster, harder, stretching outwards when possible and he sucked the pierced nipple into his mouth.
He loved that hardness beneath his tongue, loved it so much, as he happily licked and swirled his tongue around the hardened nipple as he nipped then licked in a little pattern; bite, lick, suck. Over and over until he was moaning against his chest when those fingers targeted his prostate again making him positively burn like Hizashi had just thrown a fresh cup of gasoline into the fire beneath his skin.
He squeezed the condom to his palm tightly, a fist against the blonde's chest, as he twitched and shook under the zaps of pleasure rubbing up his spine again and again with each circular rubbing motion or those amazing sliding ones until he was whimpering in between his moans. It was hard to tell where one ended and the other started. Then he bit down. Hard. He swore just like when he pinched hard that he could feel the bar but he swore, swore, swore he really did feel it between his teeth.
And the howling cry he got from his husband who jerked beneath him was worth it as those fingers pulled out of him faster than his brain could process it and by the time, he realized it his shorts were being yanked down his thighs. His head was spinning when the blonde rolled pinning him to the bed again, a growling sound rumbling in his throat making him shiver when the shorts were yanked quickly down his legs then tossed over Hizashi's shoulder with hands pressing to his inner thighs pushing his legs open.
All the way. He could feel the mild protest in his hips; even if he was flexible there was an extent, he could push it now that he was older and he couldn't just do it with that intensity. He often lets his hips and legs relax as he then lets them spread naturally before pushing them open further. Hizashi, on the other hand shoved his legs open making him yelp as a hand gripped at his pulling the condom from his palm.
It took a blinding, surprising second of those boxers flying down his legs that Shouta watched with awe as the blonde then ripped the condom open with his teeth then spitting the wrapper piece in his mouth to the bed. He couldn't stop gawking if he even wanted to as he watched Hizashi's shaking fingers roll the condom onto his erection. He then dropped his head back to the bed, let his hands rest above his head.
While he didn't mean too, didn't intentionally think of it but the second he realized just what that looked like to Hizashi it had him choking a moan down. Anyone, anyone at all, he knew would be the image of submissive perfection with their legs spread, arms and hands draped above their head as their chest heaved with pants. It was an image that had him swallowing another moan over; an image, a perfect image that was so easily applied to Hizashi.
Even if the man never, ever bottomed it was still arousing and still such a turn on to imagine it. Hell, he could probably do it now. Hizashi had been in so many positions, so many poses, so what was stopping him from recreating something like this with the blonde? All that pretty blonde hair spread on the mattress, his arms up above his head on those locks, hips and chest arched up as he smirked at him with those glinting eyes and red cheeks.
Spreading his legs open waiting for him to jump on him. Waiting for him to take what he wanted. It had him finally moaning out as his husband smeared the lube over his condomed erection, his hand slipping off a few times before using that excess lube on his fingers to rub against hole. He felt a stab of mortification he didn't stop the twitch when he had the chance. However, the way those eyes flared at him paired with the little groan his husband made.
It broke off that little rumble in his throat made his heart slam solidly against his chest in a handful of hard beats that had him whining as he squirmed on the sheets. He was melting . He wanted to beg, to plead, with the blonde until he gave him some type of relief. Anything to make the heat bearable as it burned relentlessly under his skin. He twitched when those hands stroked his inner thighs, up and down.
He whined at the tingles it sent through him each time those hands rubbed over the fabric of his stockings then up to his skin. He planted his feet to the mattress firmly arching his hips up with another, louder whine breaking free of his throat as Hizashi shifted above him pressing his hands to the mattress as he angled his hips forward. He gasped in a breath, the sound far too fast and excited for his liking yet how else was he to react?
His toes curled tightly when the blonde pushed and slid between his cheeks and began rubbing slickly against him making him whimper with that same excitement as he bit his lip harshly making pain scream from the action. "W-What's the matter now, baby? You look so excited and impatient!"
He felt his eye twitch even if his teeth bit harder at his lip looking away from the blonde who was still rubbing, rubbing, rubbing against him making him squirm as he curled his hands into fists above his head before he dragged his teeth over his lip feeling it tremble the moment he let it go. How- What the hell did he say? How did he say it? Hizashi smiled at him, he knew his vision was awful if he took his contacts out yet the man seemed to be staring right at him as if he could see him clearly.
"What happened to those dirty little words, hmmm? You not gonna beg me to fuck you? Even with these pretty, pretty stockings on you? I'm honestly a little worried about you getting them dirty, baby. What would you do, hmm?"
"I-I don't know!" He gasped out twitching his hips when he then grits his teeth fiercely for a second, knowing he had to just suck it up and say it; beg for it the only way he absolutely could until Hizashi took mercy, until the words buzzed around in that blonde head and he gave in. "Z-Zashi, please! Please, just fuck me! E-Eri and Hitoshi w-will be home soon and I want-"
He had to gulp down a few lungsful of air that had his chest heaving when he felt the blonde shifting his hips from rubbing against him to pressing the head of his erection against him. The excitement threatened to strangle him. The lust. The hunger that was sizzling right through his veins just feeling it pressing against him. Wiggling his hips slightly he whined as he licked his lips, swallowing as he then let out a shuddering breath. Pausing to clear his throat before speaking out the sentences pieced very quickly together in his mind.
"Fuck me! Fuck me hard, fuck me so good! So good I ca-can't think for the rest of the day! I'll do e-everything tonight! Everything! I just want you to fuck me into t-the bed until I- Nnnghh! Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Shit! Yesss!"
The slow push, the inches sliding so smoothly and slickly he almost feared that when his husband began thrusting, he'd slip out. His words, that crafted sentence broke off with his cry as those hands kept his legs apart and kept them from coming together to press and squeeze around him as they trembled. He didn't mind it. He didn't mind it at all. Hizashi knew how hard dirty talk could be for him somedays; that he had to think and think about what he wanted to say.
And even then he was nervous when he spoke it out loud unless he was absolutely lost in that lustful state and he didn't care what came out of his mouth so long as it gave him what he wanted. He didn't do casual dirty talk; he was a bit awkward with flirting verbally though he could do it he just hated that the blonde was near to see the blush in his cheeks when he did so. And yet he couldn't care about what he had been going to say.
Not when he felt Hizashi's hips and pelvis pressed tightly against him as his legs trembled under those hands pushing them upwards just a bit while keeping them spread open widely. He was aware then that his feet, the things he needed on the mattress, had been pushed up with that slight upwards lift of his legs by Hizashi's hands and he wanted to protest; that he needed them to move.
However, the blonde didn't seem to care. He ground himself against him, lashes lowering giving him that sleepy, bedroom look he fucking loved and the way his brows were coming together tightly as his hair brushed his cheek when he tilted his head just a bit staring down at him with that burning look. He whimpered out rather than speaking, like he intended too, and the blonde made that same growling noise he had before as he squirmed with those pants rasping in and out of him making his chest heave wildly.
What did he say? What did he do? He wanted to use his feet as the momentum, the leverage that he needed and yet they weren't touching the bed which erased that as an option. He wanted to bark at Hizashi to put his feet down, to let him move already when the blonde began pulling his hips back then flying forward making him gasp. His gasp, however, quickly crested and fed into a moan when the blonde settled into a quick thrusting rhythm that had him pressing his head back against the mattress.
Another moan flying out of him as the blonde squeezed at his thighs then kneaded at them. A tight, painful pressure that him squirming and he hated that he fidgeted his feet with the urge to press them down but the only answer he got was his legs being lifted a little higher; nothing crazy, though he knew at any moment his legs were only going to go UP rather than down the way he wanted.
Unless Hizashi got lost in his lust his feet were staying up. He groaned low in his throat when the blonde smirked down at him as if he was following his train of thought; as if he knew exactly what he was thinking. He whimpered when the blonde began going faster, no longer that cautious little quick rhythm. No, it was a fast one that had him fearing the man would slide right out of him with how far he pulled back only for him to fly forward faster each time.
So fast. He was starting to go so fast and he hadn't said a word for him too. He didn't mind if Hizashi was pent up, if he had some frustrations, he wanted to get out from the school day and breaking up arguments. He didn't blame him one bit. Teenagers were frustrating as hell to deal with. He heard those throaty, low groans leaving his husband that no doubt vibrated his chest if he were to touch and he moaned at the thought of feeling those vibrations under his hands or better yet, against his own chest.
He barely picked up the quiet squelching of the rubber and lube working together with the thrusting to create the noise, can't hear it when his moans were deafening and those low throaty groans leaving his husband covered up the sound so beautifully. If he had to be honest, if he had to be truthful, he wanted Hizashi to move one hand from his thighs; to touch him. His skin, his thighs, his stomach, his chest.
Anywhere, anywhere, and everywhere. All over him did he want those hands on him. His erection felt painfully, horribly ignored at is leaked against his stomach twitching sporadically as he squeezed his hands into those tight fists that trembled lightly when he let his gaze so much as flicker downwards. It was aweing just how hard he could look and it made that longing reach up to scratch, to claw at him until he gave in and reached down.
He panted far faster than he should given his head spun weakly, though he didn't care; he chalked it up to the fact he hadn't had a drop of water today, the heat was swelling in the room and he had a clammy sheen of sweat breaking out over his forehead. Perhaps his shallow, ragged breaths didn't help anything but he wasn't going to tell him to stop. No, no, he didn't want to stop. Not now, not when he was getting what he wanted.
He whimpered loudly when nails dragged along the fabric of his stockings, the sound made his stomach squirm and drop airily making him lift his head with another little whimper closer to the back of his throat this time as he squirmed on the blanket. It was hard to think of words, to think of anything to say when it felt like he was having all his basic knowledge of sentence structure and words fucked right out of him.
How did he say anything when all that would come out was whimpers and moans? Low groans and grunts? Whines? He couldn't. He simply can't. As if to prove his point a loud, wild moan flew out of him when the blonde began using the strength of those hips rather than just speed. The first hard hit against him had him sliding against the blanket and an ecstatic gasp lying out of him as the sound of their skin slapping together from such a hit rang out.
He wanted to howl, to wail, and scream his little thoughts out the second it happened and continued too happily as each hard strike created a slap that had him writhing underneath the blonde, his feet twitching and wriggling with the urge to press and shove against the mattress. To move with him. It was an urge, a very strong urge to ask him to drop them but then the blonde was leaning over him and down, his pants mingling with his own and forced his hands to move from above his head to weave into those golden locks of hair.
The blonde then pressed his lips down on his. The twitch of muscles in his thighs was hard to stop when he wanted to squeeze them around that slim waist, to wrap and cling to him the best he could as the man slammed against him as he opened his mouth beneath Hizashi's welcoming the meeting and twisting of tongues again. He squeezed the locks of hair tightly, curling strands around his fingers tightly as the feel of Hizashi's feverish skin pressing against his own had him shuddering as the blonde moaned when he squeezed around his erection.
The frenzied, slamming thrusts had little huffs of a cry leaving him into the kiss as he came up with a much better idea that, sadly, required him to move his hands from those golden locks. He worked then slid his hands from the locks of hair to claw at his husband's back as he moaned back at the man who groaned slamming forward harder, harder, harder and so fast. Fast, fast, fast. He was struggling to keep up with the speed and the strength as he clawed at that smooth skin again and again.
Using more strength each time he came up to Hizashi's shoulder blades hearing the man grunt when he clenched tightly around him. He struggled against those hands pushing his legs apart as he whimpered loudly when hands bunched up the stockings tightly, the air hitting skin that had been covered seconds ago, and he didn't think of saying a single thing to reprimand him. They weren't expensive at all but he didn't want them ripped apart either.
He could feel those fists trembling against his thighs, rub and scratch of the condom against his inner walls that while some would say was unpleasant, he actually adored it. No matter how much lube they used he could still feel the material of the condom and nothing could change that. He loved it. It was like an added friction, an added sensation he didn't know he needed. He wouldn't lie when admitting doing things without a condom didn't feel as good but he preferred using one; it was just easier.
And the way Hizashi fucked into him, slamming forward and yanking back it honestly felt so easy to forget about it. He panted through his nose as he swallowed to keep from choking on his saliva, nudging that metal ball with the tip of his tongue until his lungs began to once again shriek for air. To shriek, scream, and beg for a proper breath. He fought that urge as he twisted his tongue eagerly, desperately with Hizashi's who happily returned those little emotions until the blonde pulled back breaking the kiss to bite at his bottom lip making him moan.
The man was driving him nuts. He was going crazy. How did he have a hope or prayer of not getting to that point? He panted quickly when his lip was released, those blonde lashes raising to give him a perfect view of those green eyes smoldering down at him with those lashes quivering with the effort of opening them. He loved it. Loved, loved, loved it. He ate it UP. He heard how close his pants were to hyperventilating gasps as he squirmed his legs in an effort to show just what he wanted but the blonde didn't comply; not this time it seemed.
He wriggled with another high whimper breaking out of him, his hips twitching as they struggled to move only to be rendered useless as he dug his nails into Hizashi's back clinging onto him. He wasn't going to last. He couldn't. How could he? He was already so excited long before they started and all from a view at himself, calling himself a slut, and thinking about his husband. Did that make him narcissistic?
He hoped to God it didn't. It wasn't a crime to admit he looked good, was it? It was okay to acknowledge it? He'd have to ask Hizashi. He had too. He wailed out when the blonde changed the angle of his hips, slamming forward grunting when he writhed at the hits aimed to hit or even rub against his prostate making jolts of that lightening heat streak up his spine as his back arched up against Hizashi's with the little room he had.
He didn't have a way of moving, of meeting those pounding thrusts and while it frustrated some part of him, the other part was screaming with delight. That part of him loved being pinned down to the bed, being forced motionless by his husband's hands. He was clawing and digging his nails into the blonde's back pulling moan after moan out of him as he then tugged him down to sink his teeth into his shoulder, biting at the skin and sucking immediately pulling a wail from the blonde this time.
The sound had him flinching from how loud it was, how it trembled on its way out, He had to fight the urge to bite harder in reprimand over the pitched when the blonde seemed to strangle it down to a low guttural growling that had his hips squirming against the bed. Oh, he loved that sound. He bit fiercely at the blonde, sucking at the skin fiercely making the blonde moan loudly as those hips slammed against him making it hard to keep his teeth from sinking in deeper or breaking the skin.
So hard when he was being moved in time with those thrusts. Tiny little nudging, sliding motions but it was enough he worried about breaking the skin. He released the spot when he felt satisfied to some extent there would be some kind of mark there before turning his attention to the side of his neck biting down pulling a high, near wailing moan out of his husband when he began sucking at the skin while sinking his teeth in fiercely.
Those hips stuttered briefly before resuming their fast, pounding rhythm that had his eyes rolling back each time they struck at his prostate sending a new wave of heat or another zap of that lightening pleasure up his back. Reaching as low as he possibly could, he clawed at that unmarked flesh fiercely hoping to leave something whether it was merely red lines that would fade in an hour or two or raised red lines that disappeared by tomorrow morning, he wanted them there.
Wanted to leave them as badly as he wanted to litter his husband's throat with hickey's. It didn't take long with those slamming, pounding thrusts hitting at his prostate for him to feel the familiar tightening in his stomach, that feeling that was cresting higher and higher like a pressure building low in his stomach that sank down to his groin making him squirm desperately. He wasn't- He can't. He can't, can't, can't.
He moaned louder, his voice raising high in its pitch against his husband's neck as he released it throwing his head back to the mattress panting wildly as he struggled against those hands only for then to shift to grab that space behind his knees and jerk his legs UP to his chest making him wail loudly at the rub of the stockings against his even part of his erection. It was another sensation that merely had his eyes roll back, his lashes fluttering on his hot cheeks as he gasped for a breath that would satisfy his starving longs better than the wild pants.
He didn't need dirty talk, he didn't need to wail out to his husband what was coming; not when they both knew, quite literally, that he was right there. That he was going to tip over any second. He writhed, squirming causing his thighs to merely press tighter to his stomach much like how his knees were digging into his chest when Hizashi pressed his legs down tighter in an effort to keep them still as he then dragged his nails as hard as he could up the man's back pulling another howl out of his husband that ended on a gasping moan.
He clawed at his shoulders, pressing his fingers into the bite mark on his shoulder, his legs trembling in their pinned position and he cracked his eyes open staring up at the blonde who was dripping sweat onto his legs. He felt the sweat rolling down his forehead, streaking down to his temples as he gasped for air and he could hear Hizashi's own wild breaths that were hitching and cracking on their way down as his hips slammed harder, harder, harder, faster, faster, faster.
Pulling back longer thrusting forward faster. He couldn't take it another second. Not when each hit to his prostate had lightening zipping up his spine, when the lust was flaming hotter and hotter under his skin and his thighs rubbed against his leaking erection so deliciously that it had his hips bucking up against them the best they could. Especially with Hizashi slammed against him creating that sharp, slapping of skin meeting skin.
He was sizzling, melting beneath those hands that kept him pinned tight to the bed and all it took was a smart, sharp slam against his prostate to have him unravel as those hands squeezed at his legs. He jerked, his orgasm snapping over him as he pressed his head back to the bed howling out as his legs stiffened and trembled much like the rest of him. He wasn't truly aware of just how tight he clenched up around his husband until it made the blonde above him groan loudly.
He shuddered when it choked off into a gasp as he slammed forward harshly once, twice, and then a frenzy of movement as he squirmed through the ebbing effects of his orgasm after that last final, throbbing twitch of his erection that had his howl breaking off into a gasp of his own. His chest heaved with it as Hizashi slammed into him again and again, wildly with those gasping pants above him until he was right on the verge of begging him to stop, that it was too much, only for the blonde to stiffen against him as his hips ground desperately against him.
He could see a few droplets of sweat rolling down his hot, red cheeks as his hair clung to his skin as he stared down at him, those eyes burning and smoldering at him making a shudder breaking through the trembles that wracked him every so often in the euphoric, afterglow of his orgasm. He whimpered when Hizashi slid back out of him with a lewd, slick sound and yet he was grateful when his legs were released allowing them to drop onto the bed.
The blonde plopped down next to him on his back panting quickly as he stared up at the ceiling now. It was amazing. It was everything and more. Even if he didn't last as long as he should have -last as long as he hoped- he could feel that strange tension rolling off of his shoulders. He lazily turned his head towards Hizashi only to find those eyes on him, blonde lashes fluttering in lazy blinks and he couldn't help himself.
He didn't want to stop himself this time. He leaned in smothering those freckles he loved so much in kisses all over that red, sweaty face pulling a breathless giggle out of the blonde. He then kissed the tip of his nose, the space between his brows making them smooth out before coming back down to those little freckles. When he was satisfied, completely satisfied, he kissed those freckles as much as he wanted the decision to lean down to cover those lips with his own was easy.
It was a breathless, sweet type of kiss that had a hand cupping his cheek gently with a thumb rubbing circles into his cheek bone idly as he moved his lips lazily, tenderly with his husband's. It was enough to make his feet fidget on the bed and his toes to curl again with that kind of sweetness until they pulled apart with a breath flying out Hizashi. "G-God, I love you, baby! I love you so f-fucking much!"
"I-I love you too, Z-Zzzzashi." He slurred out the words slowly, as if those wires he needed for speaking hadn't connected together again as he then looked down as Hizashi began pulling the condom off and watching blankly as the man struggled to tie off the slippery thing like every other time.
He knew he needed to get the wipes. Clean up. He forced himself up into a sitting position, turning lazily forcing his trembling legs to move with him as he crawled to the bedside table snatching up the wipes opening them up as he pulled out a wipe for his husband who took it with a smile and then he looked down at his stomach then to his thighs which had smeared lightly with his com that glistened on the black fabric wetly.
"Zashi, I got it on mmmmy things."
"On your what?" The blonde questioned as he balled up the dirty wipe in his hand then lifted himself up, twisting backwards bracing himself on his forearm then looking down at his thighs humming softly reaching out sliding his fingers over the fabric of his stockings as if to feel the come smeared there even lightly.
He then tilted his head staring at the spots as he cleaned up his stomach, the little bit that had gotten on the skin of his thighs then turned to his husband who then raised his brows looking up. "Th-These. I got c-cum on'em."
"Mmmm, it's not a l-lost cause! I can get it out, no problem! The-They're like socks, I can get them clean! J-Just gotta wash them by hand!"
"Mmmkay. So, b-by hand." When he got a nod from the blonde, he nodded back though it felt like his head would fall off with the lazy movement. Then he snapped to attention when those fingers crawled up towards his flaccid dick, flicking his eyes to the blonde who rolled onto his stomach before crawling forward between his legs again. "Y-You'll go overboard. You always do. I've said it ag-again that it's sensitive."
"I won't! It's pointless to use a wipe on a little spot a-anyways!" The blonde wrapped his fingers around him, lifting it up as his breath warmed the head of it and he looked up from under his blonde lashes at him making his pounding heart stumble briefly over its jagged beats and he squirmed in place when the man smiled at him. "You know I don't mind it. At all. Besides, I'll be having more than my share of swallowing and facials on Friday, now, won't I?"
"Wh-What?"
He raised his brows as a chill ran down his spine; one of excitement. Goosebumps broke over his skin as he stared down at him with wide eyes. "Oh, baby, why do you think we're not coming home until Saturday afternoon?"
"I-I didn't think. Facials? Really? If you're so into that w-why didn't you add it to the list?"
"Mmm, because I didn't find out I did like to swallow or that I liked facials until the night of our first dip into shibari! Remember when we tried a bit of orgasm denial? And you came all over my face? That night was like you kicked down a door of something I didn't know I liked! So, I didn't see the need to write it down when we already got fifty things to try!"
"R-Really now?"
"Yeah! Or would it be less than that now, right? More like thirty more things or something? I dunno, I'll have to count, but that's not the point! The point is that I like swallowing and facials, so you don't need to be worried about cumming in my mouth anymore or on my face because I like that shit, okay? And we need to start doing more things you like!"
"W-We already do. I liked these." He mumbled at his husband rubbing his hands against the material of the stockings making that smirk on his husband's face burst to life, green eyes glittering at him. "We do things I like all the time! If you mean I should try facials or swallowing I've done that before, remember? I don't like the taste that much and we tried a facial one time and you got it in my hair."
"We were kids, Sho! I came early! You can't still be mad about that!" He scowled weakly, earning him a pout that lasted exactly six seconds before that smirk curled over his lips, right back onto his face. "You don't have to try it anyways. I know exactly what you like and Friday you're gonna like it even more."
He watched two fingers walk up his thigh only for that hand to flutter up to tap the tip of his nose. He flinched lightly when his husband beamed at him, his sweaty and flushed face absolutely brilliant at. Wicked even. "So, I'm really gonna love Friday, huh? You're doing a lot of hyping f-for one day, Zashi."
"Oh, you'll see why I'm hyping it up! Just you wait, baby, I'll blow you out of the water! You're gonna fucking love what I have planned for our anniversary!"
"We'll see. Now help me clean this off the stockings if you want me to stay in them."
It was hilarious, comedic how his husband sprung from the bed towards the bathroom forgetting all about 'cleaning' him up and he smirked himself when he looked down. Friday, huh? Just what did his husband have planned that would be so damn spectacular? He felt a crashing, crushing wave of excitement and impatience. He just had to make it through tomorrow and the work day of Friday then they'd be free for the weekend. He just had to be patient.