Fifty Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

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

29. The Lady and The Gentleman

"Gawk much?"

Shouta blinked himself out of his thoughts, rapidly when he focused on Hizashi's smirking face feeling a rush of heat to his cheeks as he then looked down. Shouta had been raised with manners. With etiquette. Of course, his mother had taught him never to gawk at women, at anyone, yet it was quite the contradiction when his quirk came in and even then, she would scold him if he looked a touch too long. When he went unblinking longer than a minute.

He knew it was rude, very rude to gawk at someone so shamelessly but how did he look away when his gaze magnetized to his husband sitting across from him? How did he keep his gaze down when he was mesmerized by the sight of him? That Friday, their anniversary, had started like any other day; gloomy, clouds thick with the promise of a downpour any second yet he had been woken to fingers caressing the side of his face and tucking hair behind his ear until he opened his eyes.

Warmth. He'd been greeted with nothing but euphoric, excited warmth by his husband who he had honestly expected to pounce the moment he cracked his eyes open but he got nothing but those sweet kisses that would warm any stubborn, grumpy person. Held so tightly to his husband it felt like he could sink right into the blonde any moment. He had willingly climbed out of bed, had willingly let himself be dragged into the kitchen long before his alarm went off.

Had happily danced with the blonde in the kitchen when those hands held out to him questioningly with that affectionate smile. Wrapped up, swaying side to side with a hand in his and an arm around his waist as the blonde peppered his face with soft kisses with a sweet, crooning song on his phone playing with its shitty speaker was the peak of his morning. Long before the sun came out to emphasize those gathering clouds.

He was happy, blissfully happy, and he had let himself be twirled, dipped and kissed in the kitchen until Eri had come shuffling into the kitchen with a pout on her lips and Hitoshi not far behind her with an eyeroll though he didn't mind. His children could cringe and hem and haw over the affection he openly, willingly gave all they wanted; today was theirs. It was his to have fun and love and kiss his husband all he wanted.

It was honestly ridiculous, overly cringey romance book type of situation how each time he met those green eyes throughout the day he felt a spark, a jolt of excitement. How his fingers twitched to reach out for Hizashi the second they got alone, impossible as it felt, during their work day. He had been allotted two things about their day; they were going to a restaurant, very formal, and they were going to a hotel for the night.

Eri and Hitoshi would remain at the house tonight but the weekend they would be gone for the dorms when they got home on Saturday which he had known ahead of time, though going out to eat? A hotel room? He was excited. He was curious. He wanted to know just what his husband had planned that would cross a kink or some kind off their list. He hadn't expected much when Hizashi drove them home, gave him such a passionate kiss it left him positively breathless by the time it was over.

The blonde happily explained he would get ready at Nemuri's apartment with her rather than at the house. Of course, he didn't have a single problem with that; had watched the blonde climb onto his motorcycle, blowing him a kiss and a wink before sliding the key in and revving his bike to life as he pushed the kickstand up. Then he was gone. Hizashi was tearing out of the driveway and down the road with a roar of his bike and Shouta was left standing there with the car keys in his hand before he jumped to life rushing for the house.

He knew what he had to do, what Hizashi was expecting of him, and when he rushed into the room, he noticed that he had failed to recall Hizashi hanging his suit up on the curtain rod in front of their window. He had rushed to get his capture weapon, boots, and costume off along with any other piece of clothing left on that he wore underneath then ran for the shower. He rarely let his excitement rule his actions outside of sex, rarely let that control go and yet the second he was under that hot water he realized he was shaking.

His hands trembled, his legs were fidgeting, and his stomach- well, he didn't know how he'd be able to eat with it rolling and squeezing itself so tightly as his heart pounded frantically against his chest. It took him longer than he wanted to admit to calm down, to lose himself in the task of scrubbing and washing his skin and hair off under that hot water. He'd shaved quickly yet carefully, not wanting to cut his face and it was a blur after that.

Patting his aftershave on, drying his skin off, throwing on the pieces of clothing that made up his suit and it didn't click until he was fussing with both his hair and his tie in the mirror. He had to calm himself all over again. He made sure to grab his wallet, keys, and phone, the present he had for Hizashi along with their little bags that held exactly two changes of clothes; their pajamas and clothes for tomorrow.

He tried not to think hard on what could be in Hizashi's bag as the blonde had made him promise again and again that he wouldn't look nor ask. Just what was in there he was so adamant he didn't look at? When he rushed out of the house after checking the cats' food bowls, he locked the doors behind him, then ran for his car. The drive to Nemuri's apartment was a blur; he didn't remember a minute of it, only the moment he launched himself out of the car to greet his husband and being stunned silent.

Shocked. Awed. His husband, who had promised to knock him off his feet, blow him out of the water, did so with a single look. A single appearance. Hizashi always did put much care into his appearance, was a bit vain about it, but Shouta never minded; how could he? It was just who his husband was as a person and if he was honest with himself, he liked it. He liked watching Hizashi preen and twirl in front of the mirror, to fuss over his appearance in the mornings or apply his face masks and lotions at night, clipped and filed his nails.

It was fascinating. And his gawking? It all started with heels. The sound of heels snapping, clicking against the ground was what had gained his attention when he looked away from the clouds after pulling up to Nemuri's apartment building. Let his gaze fall right onto his husband. The man- How would he ever explain it? He had changed everything. It was stunning. Perhaps the most confident, the most beautiful he had ever seen the man appear.

Hizashi had chosen a deep, vibrantly rich purple dress that came right down to his calves only for a split to showcase the long length of his leg. The fabric clung to the flare of his hips, the curve of his waist, the length of his thighs, and even seemed to cling to his chest tightly that promised if he had breasts, they would have been the winner. His dress swirled around his calves when he walked but the rest?

The rest clung and it clung good. It made his skin glow, made his hair shimmer when in comparison to the rich color and it was an amazing effect it had on him. So amazing. It was when he tore his gaze from the heels that had not only pumped his husband up a good three inches and that beautiful, clingy dress to his face that he had been thrown for another snapping bout of surprise. Hizashi wore makeup.

Naturally, Hizashi used cover up on his freckles to hide them from view in the public eye but that was all Shouta assumed he played around with though it should have been a sign, a hint that his husband could do more with the products that he had missed completely. Hizashi's eyeshadow glittered subtly, an ombre of purple that started light in the corners only to grow darker by the end. He could see the flick of eyeliner, his lashes weren't their blonde appearance but long and black with a gentle curve upwards; teasing, coy.

His eyeshadow glittered at him when the light caught it just right, when he looked down or blinked causing those false lashes to flutter at him with the action leaving him stunned. His freckles, for once, weren't covered up with the concealer but the rest of his face was very cleverly made up with a smooth complexion that clearly spoke of other products; foundation, was it? He didn't understand all the fancy things women used, never cared for it, but the sight of Hizashi's face so made up?

It was beautiful. He was beautiful. His blonde brows had been fussed with, that much he knew, given their rather sleek appearance though the seemed fuller than before; not quite thick but they weren't the usual appearance that he could recognize. Fuller maybe? More like something one would see on a fashion magazine, was the only comparison he had. Yet it was his lips he gawked shamelessly at.

They were always on the thinner side, not that he minded one bit, but tonight they seemed plusher, softer and maybe it was the fact that he was wearing lipstick that made them seem a tad fuller by some magical make up trick; they were a soft yet noticeable pink. Nothing garish or cringe worthy. No, they were soft, sweet in appearance and he loved it. All together? All together his husband was stunning.

His arms, legs, and armpits had been waxed given the faint redness he caught that had long since faded away, but his chest remained untouched; he could even see the blonde hairs when the man turned just right and it sent thrills through him. "Shouta, you're gawking again."

He cursed under his breath when his husband laughed softly at him flicking his fork at him. It was almost distracting just to see those soft pink lips curve into a smile as the blonde then tilted his head making those blonde locks swing with the action. God, everything about Hizashi tonight was absolutely distraction worthy. He had always claimed Hizashi was beautiful and it was no lie. But tonight it seemed like his husband not only knew about it but built upon it with his appearance. It was aweing.

"It's fine! It's fine, baby, completely fine! I did get dressed up for you to gawk at all you like but you're going to dry your eyes out if you don't blink once in a while. Plus, you're hardly touching anything on your plate. You need to eat! I know you haven't touched a damn thing at lunch and even then, you picked at it. So, eat for me, please? Just relax, darling."

Oh, why did that send shivers down his back? Was it because he had already been focused on those pink lips? Had been thrilled to see them shape the word he hadn't heard since Hizashi's duplicate? It was alluring, stomach dropping, heart skipping. It was arousing to hear it. The soft lull of his voice dipping, his nails flashing at him when he tucked one beneath his chin happily, the other picking and stabbing at his food when Shouta forced his own hand to move.

Hizashi had allowed Nemuri to place fake nails on him; nothing crazy long but the sight of that purple flashing at him was making him unbearably excited. It was awful, painful how badly he wanted to skip out on their meal. They'd only been sitting for close to an hour but he was ready to go. He wanted to go. To get to their hotel room, to skip all the present exchanges and twist together with Hizashi.

To cling to that purple dress, lift it over his head and have those pink lips smearing the lipstick over his skin; his cheek, his lips, his throat. Everywhere. He wanted that pink lipstick all over his skin, wanted those purple nails dragging at him, and those eyes on him. He wanted it bad, bad, bad. But he wouldn't complain; he wouldn't breathe a word of what he wanted. Not yet. Not when Hizashi asked for him to do this.

Hizashi had gone out of his way to request he do all of this for him even if he didn't see the point of it. He would go along, comply, and enjoy himself until the main even of the night. He'd do it if made his husband happy as well. He wasn't even sure what was on his fork when he stuffed it into his mouth, not thinking on a single thing as he went through the numbing task of chewing, swallowing and lifting another mouthful up.

"You look so handsome, you know." He nearly choked on his swallow when his eyes flashed up to Hizashi who was smiling at him, those green eyes seeming to positively glow underneath the purple eyeshadow and he was unsure of what to say. What he could say right that second. "I love when you shave. You look cute! Baby face, you might say, but I love it! And with your hair pulled back like that and how you look in a suit? You're handsome and beautiful, Shouta! Sexy even."

He swallowed quickly to avoid from choking as he then lifted his glass of water up taking a sip as that smile deepened into a grin. As if the blonde knew exactly the effect his words had on him. Knew it and delighted in the reaction alone. He cleared his throat lightly as he fussed with his fork then at the food on his place, doing his best to keep from gawking shamelessly at his husband again.

"I thought the baby face would be off putting." God, he couldn't lift his voice above a mumble, now could he? Those eyes flickered at him with delight however as his husband's hands came up to link his fingers together and rest his chin on top of.

"Not at all! You know, you could be a heart-throb if you put time into your appearance! Though I might get jealous about it."

He put his glass down clearing his throat lightly yet his lips curled into a tiny little grin of his own despite the heat blazing in his cheeks. "Jealous? You? Funny, Zashi, very funny."

"Mmm, but I'd have plenty of reasons to be jealous! You have no clue how many women were practically drooling over you the second we walked in. Even got the attention of a few men too." He let his grin widen at the huffy tone his husband adopted, raising his brows at the blonde.

A scoffing laugh left him, a bark of laughter honestly, and he grinned widely at the grinning blonde. "Oh, did I now?"

Those green eyes narrowed at him when the blonde's pouted for a moment. Then changed right into a smirk that was deep, vicious and positively shiver worthy to see on his husband's pink lips. "Oh, you find that funny too? Won't be too funny when I'm pounding your ass into that hotel bed in my heels, now will it? Won't be too funny at all when we get those complaints because you don't know how to be quiet."

He twitched when he felt the foot drifting up his calf, shudders rolling over him as heat flickered beneath his skin when he cleared his throat as the heel of Hizashi's shoe dug into his shin while tapping at his knee lightly making him swallowed as he licked his lips. He wanted to leave. Did he say that now? They had been here an hour, they ate, they drank and now flirting? Those lashes fluttering at him while the glitter of his husband's eyeshadow sparkled at him?

The smirk on those pink lips of his? He was dying. He was dying under the heat that was flickering in flashes under his skin, rolling deeper down along his very bones threatening to sweep up to claw at his skin. "Oh, I can be quiet. The only question is can you be quiet? You're the loudest one out of both of us, Zashi, so how about you try keeping quiet or else we'll have to use your gag."

He could see those eyes dilating, the smirk twitching higher, a flush to his husband's cheeks that was a temptation. He was the image of temptation. It was only broken up by their waitress popping into existence, it seemed, right next to their table. "How is everything?"

"Great! Could we actually get some to-go boxes and the check?"

His heart was pounding when Hizashi's eyes flicked to him before landing back on the waitress who pulled the check from her apron to which Hizashi picked up the purse he'd brought with him, tugged his wallet it and quickly located his card before tucking it into the bill. All without looking. It was taken quickly with a promise she'd return then flitted off when Hizashi turned his attention back him, those green eyes burning with that heat he felt sizzling in his very veins.

Right in his core. Fingers locking together, his chin resting on top of them, as that little mustache of his twitched and he was melting in his seat as he felt the toe of his husband's shoe tapping rhythmically at his knee. "So. Shoes on? Or off?"

"On." He breathed only to cut himself off from saying anything else when the waitress came back, handing him his card, the boxes, and a copy of the receipt where the blonde quickly scrawled down a tip for her handing her copy back to her to which she beamed wishing them a good night.

It was quiet as food was very quickly scraped into boxes then squirming out of their little booth where Shouta felt strangely dizzy as Hizashi slid his card into his wallet, stuffing it into his purse then zipping it shut and swinging it up over his shoulder. He then reached out to grab his free hand tightly rushing forward. Fast, long strides all without running or sprinting. He was mesmerized by the ends of his husband's dress swirling around his calves.

Goddamn, the effect was mesmerizing when he lifted his as the blonde pushed the doors to the restaurant open. It was like every little thing told him to run. Told the blonde to. Even if the hotel wasn't far from the hotel, about five minutes, they ran across the parking lot when he felt a droplet hit the top of his head and noticed the droplets of dark gray hitting the ground did he run faster. The last thing he wanted was for Hizashi to worry about the rain speeding up.

It was a bit fascinating hearing his shoes striking the ground, the sound of Hizashi's heels snapping and cracking against the ground as they ran up to the car, pulling the keys from his pocket to unlock the door as he rushed over throwing open Hizashi's door for him then ran around the car when the blonde threw himself into the seat and he yanked his own door open right as the rain decided enough was enough.

It crashed down pouring over him as he threw himself into the car, his shoulders wet from those brief seconds in the onslaught of water as he slammed his door shut and he listened to his frantic breaths as he turned to Hizashi who was smiling widely at him before a bubble of laughter left the blonde. He leaned towards him instinctively when he noticed Hizashi twisting, leaning in and he could have died happily, very happily, the second he pressed his lips to the blonde's who hummed before pulling back.

He smirked at the man as he then settled into his seat shoving the keys into the ignition twisting the car to life, throwing the windshield wipers on, and scanned for any possible person behind the car before pulling out. It was amazing how fast he navigated the parking lot on his way out, slowing for people rushing across in the rain though he did seen quite a few umbrellas that had Hizashi chuckle, and the second they were out of the exit it was merely about joining the other cars flying down the slick road and getting to the hotel.

Hizashi, naturally, fiddled with the radio before humming cheerfully with the first song he settled on as the rain attacked the windshield and crashed on the top of the car while the wipers struggled to keep up. Five minutes was fast, very fast, when he was pulling into the parking lot of the hotel where Hizashi bounced delightedly in his seat and even if Hizashi planned this whole night, it made his heart warm to know that the blonde was still excited.

He knew later he would be embarrassed, ashamed, of how fast they left the restaurant but he couldn't care about it now. Not with the ideas, the images flickering in his head prompting him to take the first available spot in the parking lot. He put the car in park while Hizashi reached behind into the back seat for their bags, the presents they each brought, and handed the bags to Shouta as he turned the wipers off, then the car plunging them into silence as he met his husband's gaze for a second.

Then two. He took a breath at the same instant Hizashi did before he accepted the bags, turning to his door and opening it carefully then sliding out with the keys in hand and slamming the door. He ran around the car with Hizashi running from his side after slamming his door, pressing the button on the key pad was his next little fast thought before Hizashi's hand was grabbing his. Then hey were flying across the parking lot with the blonde laughing at him with such delight he felt his own answering laugh bubble and fly out of him on a bark.

He didn't care when he slammed through shallow little puddles that splashed up onto his pants, didn't care when he nearly tripped, he only focused on getting into the building and getting their key. Getting to the room. He just had to get there already. He let Hizashi yank him into the lobby, rushing right up to the desk where he clutched at Hizashi's hand as the man's voice trembled with how fast he spit out their information, even needing to repeat himself and Shouta fought the urge to lift that hand up to his mouth to kiss the back of it.

To slide his free hand up and down the forearm gently as he needed Hizashi to focus but damn if his fingers didn't twitch with the urges. When their key was passed to them across the surface of the desk which Hizashi snatched up, a breathless reply to their wishes of them enjoying their stay, and then they were moving as his excitement threatened to choke him. Threatened to strangle every wisp out of him as he was running to keep up with his husband as they flew into the first empty elevator they saw.

When those purple nailed fingers smashed the button for their floor, the doors sliding shut slickly hiding them from view of the lobby, he was delighted at Hizashi pinning him to the wall of the elevator. His breath shuddered quickly as those lips came down on his again, moving with an urgency and a heat he'd been feeling flickers and stabs of all night. Emotions that had been festering, eating at him.

His hands slid along the curve of Hizashi's waist backwards to his lower back, the fabric of his dress far softer than he would have ever imagined -almost buttery soft beneath his fingers- and he kissed the blonde as frantically as he could. Keeping up with the fast way the blonde kissed him, like he wanted to devour him from head to toe starting with his lips and he loved it. He loved being kissed like his husband couldn't help himself, like he was really as desirable as Hizashi claimed.

Even the fact that he knew that the last place he should ever be allowing himself to be kissed in such a way should not be in an elevator had him burning. Not when it could stop at any moment to allow others onto it. He slid his hands along the curve of the blonde's waist to push him back, breaking the kiss as he looked to the little screen above the doors. The blonde pressed a kiss, firm and perhaps even hard against his smooth cheek before stepping away as he adjusted his grip on both gifts tucked under his arm.

The fast, hitching breaths filled the little space, his hands clutching at the bag straps to keep from reaching out again, from finding the fabric of his husband's dress and yank him close again; to give in to the temptation of wrapping his leg up around that slim waist. It honestly, genuinely, felt good to act as love deranged and desperate as he truly was. He liked giving in and acting like some lovesick fool with his husband.

Sixteen years was a long time to spend with anyone. Years filled with many days, weeks, months, hours, minutes and seconds with the blonde. Never tiring, never growing bored. That quiet chime of the doors opened allowing them to step out as Hizashi's hand found his own again tugging it from the straps of the bag on his left shoulder, their rings clicking together as he was tugged out into the hallway with that brisk, fast strides they took to leave the restaurant.

He was gawking shamelessly down at the sight of Hizashi's legs, so much longer and so much more tantalizing than ever in his dress. Those long steps that had his hair fluttering over his shoulders and his dress swirled around his calves and he wasn't sure if this was reality or a dream at this point. It would be one of the most vivid dreams he'd had but he was enjoying every second of it.

Enjoying it so much he didn't even care about that little make out session in such a public space. He looked up snapping his jaw shut when they had to skitter back a couple steps as they walked straight past the room and he noticed his husband's hands trembling lightly as he fiddled with the little card he'd been given that held their key. He scanned it and threw the door open as soon as the light turned green.

He flew in with the blonde, dropping their bags lifting his hands up towards those golden locks, styled into waves tonight, and allowed himself to be slammed up against the door with a deafening bang that he knew they'd hear about later and he did feel a stab of guilt. They weren't the only ones in the hotel, they shouldn't be slamming doors and he refused to let them be loud like they were at home.

That was disgustingly, abhorrently rude to others in the hotel. The thoughts, however, were scrubbed away when fingers slid into his belt loops tugging his hips closer as those painted lips came down on his own again and moving fervently. Like they never stopped. He let Hizashi press him tight, tight, tight to the door until it felt like he would fly through it or his little gasps through his nose would never be enough for his lungs.

He didn't care as those fingers kept his hips arched forward to press firmly against his husband, his arms squeezing around his shoulders as he clutched at those blonde waves happily as he kissed the blonde just as fervently. Just as passionately. He'd- He wouldn't say the day had been typical, nor was it atypical. But being here, held tightly against Hizashi with those golden locks in his hand, hands clutching at him in return, it felt just as magical as their wedding day.

As heated as their honeymoon. It was a desperate, passionate way he was kissed and he returned it without a single drop of restraint as hands then lifted, sliding fingers out of belt loops to begin pushing at his suit jacket which he didn't have a single qualm about. He dropped his arms from Hizashi's shoulders, relinquishing his hold on his long hair to shrug his shoulders as he helped Hizashi work it off.

He whined quietly when parted his lips, wishing for all the world he could give in and lick at his husband's lip like he would any other night yet he didn't know if Hizashi wanted his lipstick smudged yet despite knowing it would be regardless, knowing it already was, and he hoped the blonde understood. When those lips parted in return, he could have melted through the floor. He lifted his hands back up to grip and hold those locks in his hands.

Fingers began pulling at the buttons of his shirt making quick, fumbling work on them. Shivering as a low moan left the blonde when he ground his hips forward against the man who slipped a leg between both of his as if to offer some kind of friction. He twisted his tongue with Hizashi's, flicking at the ball before rubbing his tongue against it delighting in the feel of that metal ball and realized that Hizashi had dropped the presents.

It wasn't a big deal but he hoped his wasn't damaged; it wasn't cheap and it was mainly made up of a ceramic that he hoped his husband liked. Yet it was hardly his focus when Hizashi pulled back from the kiss allowing him to gasp in a breath that was echoed by Hizashi who had gotten the top button of his shirt undone. He swallowed when the blonde then pressed his lips to his jaw, his cheek, his throat.

Whining in the back of his throat, he ground his hips down against Hizashi's thigh pulling another moan from his husband who bounced his leg up before moving back. He wanted to chase after those lips, ignoring that taste of lipstick mingling with the glass of wine Hizashi had had with his dinner, a wild contrast of tastes that had his head buzzing. "I need-I have to get changed. Do you think you can be patient for me for five seconds?"

Five seconds? He'd been waiting all day, all afternoon and all dinner long suffering through fluttering lashes, cheeky pink lipped smiles and teasing hair flips from his husband along with those hands always dancing away from his hips or brushing his lower back when he would get up to use the bathroom. He was dying but five seconds? His husband needed it. He could wait. He waited this long, after all.

"G-Go! Get changed. I-I'll wait here. Do you want the lights-?"

"Lamps. The low lighting. Normally I'd love bright lighting but I don't-" He shuddered when the breath of his words brushed his lips, so close, so close and yet the blonde was pulling away leaning down fumbling with both the bags before picking his out and walking backwards quickly. "We'll do presents later. Later. I- Take everything off. Everything, Shouta, I want everything off."

"You got it!"

It was tempting to chase after the blonde. So, tempting. Painfully so. Watching the purple dress swirl around his calves, the way his hair flew around his shoulders swaying against his back as he rushed across the carpet with those long, brisk strides being taken around the bed to the small little bathroom. When the door snapped shut, he sprung to life; jerkin and taking a breath before diving down grabbing his own bag, the presents dropped to the ground.

He rushed further into the room placing all three things onto the dresser, his bag slipping off from the rushed manner in which he did so but he didn't care. He reached up tugging at his tie, fumbling with the knot with a low curse until he managed to get it undone and thrown to the ground. He then shrugged off his shirt like it was on fire, like his skin, and he was shaking. He could see his hands shaking even in the rather dark lighting of the room due to those dark storm clouds darkening the sky.

It was mortifying how he could feel how clumsy he was as he yanked at the buckle of his belt ripping it through the loops and he had to take a moment to realize he was excited. Him. Shouta Aizawa, falling apart over his husband wearing some pretty make up and a sinfully clingy dress. A pair of heels. Delicate, long nails. He was- It was shameful. He should be ashamed at how painfully excited, how utterly desperate he was to have Hizashi come back, and he knew it would affect him later.

He would reflect, he would blush, and he would hate the teasing his husband would subject him too but he didn't care at this moment. In this moment, in this second, he was having perhaps the best anniversary with his husband. No one was late, no one had gotten called away on hero work, no one got held up after class. No one would be showing up late or calling with excuses. In this moment, at this time, he was in a hotel with his husband.

A hotel where they would stay the night and he would then spend the rest of his weekend with the blonde with no one but them. It was amazing. It was awe-worthy that his husband pulled this off. He unbuttoned, unzipped and kicked his shoes off before hooking his thumbs in the waistline of his boxers and pants shoving them down then stepping out of them as he tugged even his socks off. Hizashi said everything.

If the blonde wanted him out here, on the bed, with that low lighting with not a stitch of clothing on then he would. Whatever he wanted. He'd do anything tonight. Anything, anything, anything. He rushed around the bed flicking the light on allowing that familiar warm, yellow light to illuminate the room weakly and he climbed up onto the bed taking a deep breath when he heard the door swing open. He looked up instinctively only to choke on his air, that awe strangling his throat once again.

Just like when he picked up the blonde. It was- How much more could he take? How much more would Hizashi show him? Hizashi always looked beautiful, was never a stranger to wearing the wildest things, but this? This was amazing. This was far more fascinating, far hotter and far more arousing than his Amazon brand lingerie could ever hope to have been. Keeping with the theme of his make-up and the color of his dress, Hizashi stood before him just far enough he could see him from head to foot; take in every little thing that his eyes were eager to devour.

His heels, still pumping him up those three inches, his hair that seemed far messier than before with chaotic waves, smiled at him. He had chosen to wear something that while it was definitely eye catching it was also subtle in its design; it was a deep violet, lace at the top -the bodice his mother would say- where breasts would be and the bottom half of it was that same ruffled lace that had his heart flying.

The middle bit, that fabric between the lace, was thin. It wasn't opaque enough that it blocked the sight nor see through but he could see at this distance the under-no, panties? His husband was wearing-? His air didn't have a chance of staying in his lungs when the man shifted his weight, cocking a hip out with a pleased little smirk on his lips as Shouta gawked at the lingerie. He let his eyes drifted up from the way the bottom of that little gown had swayed against the blonde's thighs with that movement to his chest again.

Where he saw through the lace something that nearly made his throat close up impossibly tighter. In all the time Hizashi had his nipple piercings he never, ever changed them. He claimed it was too much of a hassle, too much of a problem to deal with on his own, and so he contented himself to the first change to regular studs and left it at that afterwards. But tonight, he had changed them to hoops.

They were hoops and he felt his blood boil through his veins. He didn't know if it was going to keep getting better and better but he was sure he'd die tonight. He would die, go to fuck knows where in an afterlife of some kind and he'd do it happily. His lips trembled with the words that were flying in his head, his eyes dropping and lifting unsure of where to focus; on those heels, on the panties he could faintly see or the hoops.

He didn't know where to look or how long to look or why he couldn't look away as he leaned forward on his hands lifting his gaze up to Hizashi's face. To that pleased little smirk as he then approached the bed. And he swore his heart would fail on him. He swore it. The blonde climbed onto the bed crawling over to him and in the yellow, warm light he could see the lipstick had indeed smudged around his husband's lips making his stomach clench with the arousal it brought.

And then he noticed in his husband's hands he held their items; the very things he had been curious about earlier when he'd gotten ready. He lifted his gaze up once more to find that purple eyeshadow glittering in the lighting when the blonde looked down, those long black lashes fluttering against the spots of color blooming on the blonde's cheeks and he was done for. Hands lifted up, moving before he could think twice and his husband leaned forward with a soft sound.

He shuffled forward twisting himself to the blonde, grabbing those shoulders tugging him closer and coaxing the blonde's lips back to his. Not missing a beat. Not hesitating. He wanted to be devoured. He wanted his husband to wreck him, to love him, touch him, kiss him, claw and bite him up. He wanted to return the favor; he wanted to ravish, to touch and kiss until he was drunk off of it all night long.

He moaned softly at the thought as he moved his lips eagerly, urgently against Hizashi's as he leaned backwards shifting his legs into a sitting position and spreading them allowing the blonde to crawl between his legs. He jerked when fingers brushed down his chest, nails dragging lightly down to his stomach making his hips bounce and arch up with an eager whimper leaving him as his husband tapped the head of his erection making another reedy sound leave him.

It was amazingly quiet, emphasizing the smacking of their lips moving together and he felt a stab of embarrassment at just how loud it was and he arched his hips higher when the blonde dragged his nails down the underside of his erection. He moaned at the sensation, jiggling his hips up eagerly for the blonde to do it again and to keep doing it. He shivered when the blonde then slid his hands along his thighs, dragging those purple nails of his up and down making goosebumps break out over his skin.

He whimpered softly at the touch when he felt the blonde lick at his lip, tracing and pressing against it as he parted his lips eagerly. He again twisted his tongue immediately with Hizashi's, placing immediately with that piercing adoringly as the blonde flicked and undulated his tongue against his own. He let his hands drop from his husband's shoulders down over the lace edging then down towards the filmy, airy fabric of that middle section.

He pinched the bottom of the lacy gown up to press his palm against his husband's stomach making it quiver sending a shiver through him as he slid his fingers down following his happy trail to the waistline of his panties. He traced back and forth, dragging his nails lightly against Hizashi's skin earning him an eager, excited man as that tongue moved against his own with the emotion. When Hizashi pulled back he saw that embarrassing little strand between them already, yet those pink lips were moving devouring every part of his attention.

"Y-You wanna suck my cock while you get yourself ready?"

Shivers. He whimpered with a tight little nod, squirming as his husband smiled then. The sight of that pink lipstick smudged around his lips was making him burn. He swallowed when the blonde drifted his nails over the tops of his thighs now making him bite at his lip staring at his husband who stared right back, those green eyes burning at him. Glowing underneath that pretty purple ombre look. Under those long, black lashes that fluttered at him with a mere blink. "Yes!"

"Then move that sweet, magnificent ass of yours! Suck my cock like the gentleman you are! You've been so good to me all night, you know that? Opening doors for me, carrying things for me and being such a dapper little gentleman. A good boy."

He whimpered wordlessly squirming backwards as Hizashi grinned widely at him, his lashes fluttering at him making the glitter in his purple eyeshadow once again sparkle at him, and he felt his breath hitch at the sight as Hizashi shifted backwards from between his legs and he rolled forward onto his knees eagerly. He watched with such fascination as Hizashi lifted the lazy of his filmy gown up, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his panties then pushing them down to his thighs and he felt his mouth water at the sight of the blonde's erection.

Wondered if it was uncomfortable tucking it into the thin fabric of the purple panties. Wondered when, how, or why Hizashi had gotten hard to begin with. When he did was a much better question but he didn't want to waste time. He accepted the lube from his husband, using his nails to crack it open and he knew he was far too eager in his movements when he squirted a much larger dollop onto his fingers than he intended.

He felt his face burn at the little blunder yet he tossed the tube lightly to the side towards the pillows and he shuffled backwards while Hizashi shifted side to side before settling back against his heels when swallowed spreading the lube over his fingers and he groaned when the liquid dripped to the blankets. He knew it would be inevitable they sheets would be messy, knew that when it comes to sex they were going to get things on the pristine blankets of the hotel.

Even with that knowledge it still didn't help the embarrassment he felt. Pushing through it, he planted one hand to the mattress next to his husband's folded legs and he bent forward pressing his lips to the blondes' surprisingly soft, smooth thigh. It was damn near silky beneath his lips. How? How did he manage that in the few hours they were apart? He didn't know but he knew he'd ask later. He'd question his husband thoroughly about everything.

He didn't want to shatter hat euphoric feeling yet. He pressed his knees to the mattress, spreading his legs slightly, then reaching back as he moved up his thighs until he moved past the purple panties, right up to his husband's stomach which he kissed softly feeling the muscles tremble under his lips and then crawled down to his hip. He smirked when the blonde whined at him in annoyance, the impatience ringing loud and clear.

Leaning in, he kissed the head of Hizashi's erection then looking up under his lashes to find the blonde's gaze locked on him as if he were enthralled. Fascinated. He trailed his lips down, kissing at the underside downwards towards the base feeling the erection twitch against them making a shiver run down his spine. He loved the shuddering breath leave his husband from up above him making his skin and his blood positively burn.

He was going to absolutely -head to toe all night long- worship this man. He was going to do anything and everything for Hizashi. Whatever he asked, he would jump to do. And he knew it was the same for him. Anything he asked Hizashi would do. If the heat in his eyes said anything he knew it was true. He pressed those tiny little kisses to his shaft, loving the twitches he got from the action, and he traced the tip of his tongue against a vein he found then licked his way up to the tip.

Shivering when this earned him a low, throaty groan from the blonde as he swirled his tongue around the head happily. Tracing the slit with the tip of his tongue getting him a buck of those hips. A hand slid into his hair, nails dragging against his scalp, and he groaned quietly himself as he opened his mouth covering the head suckling teasingly at it while looking up at the blonde. Those spots of color had bloomed into an amazing, deep red that had his heart skipping.

Even the way his brows came together, those false lashes fluttering in fast little blinks while lips parted as soft, fast breaths flew in and out. He loved it. He loved that sight. He sucked at the head idly a few more times, flattening his tongue against the slit happily as the blonde moaned squeezing his hair tightly. He shivered as he kept his eyes on the blonde before reaching behind himself with his slick fingers, rubbing against himself finally.

He whined at the lube that he knew had dripped a few more times to the sheets, the slick sound it created when he rubbed his fingers against his hole was nearly disgusting in its lewdness. It was far too wet, far too loud, and yet it sent shivers of heat down his spine as he rubbed at himself then sank a finger into himself taking a breath through his nose. He then slid downwards on the twitching shaft, shivering at the loud moan he got from his husband.

He shot a warning look up at the blonde, the man's free hand coming up to cover his mouth and yet the buck of those hips as he paused halfway down had him jerking up instinctively to keep the man from forcing him into a deep throat before he was ready. He then slid his own free hand up to press on Hizashi's hip, telling him without pulling his mouth away he needed to be patient, and he sank back down to that halfway mark again then inching down a little lower past it feeling the head of his erection nudge at the back of his throat.

While it was nowhere near as bad as being shoved to the base, it still triggered a weak little gag out of him as he began thrusting his finger, shivering at the tiny little slick noise it created. He took a few deep breaths, focusing on relaxing his jaw and his throat to take in those final inches and he shivered at the nails raking over his scalp pulling a moan out of him as he sank down to the base.

The trimmed, neat blonde hairs pressed against his nose as he took tiny little puffs against his husband's pelvis as he swallowed instinctively. That pulled another one of those loud moans from his husband, muffled behind that hand, and he pressed the tip of his middle finger against himself while continuing to thrust that single finger into himself yet he was absolutely hungry, lustful, desperate for more.

He was drowning under that lust, under that hunger, the emotions clawing underneath his skin and howled at the back of his head to do more. Give more. To beg, plead, and whimper at his husband to meet him with that feeling. To receive and give even more. When he felt confident he began lifting his head up and down, never going to far from the base, as he sucked at the twitching shaft and relishing in the heavy weight against his tongue.

Tried to ignore the little sound created by his sucking as he nudged his middle finger into himself and moaning loudly himself around Hizashi. It prompted a low, throaty groan as those hips bucked up eagerly and that hand shoved him down pulling a gag from him due to the suddenness of the action yet he felt that dizzying wave of arousal crash over him. It was a bit of a strain to keep looking up, to keep his eyes on those foggy green ones.

He whimpered when those nails scratched at his scalp again when he bobbed his head slowly, trying to keep a balance between thrusting both of his fingers into himself then scissoring outwards as he bobbed his head. It was- He had tried this before. The night of the gag. He hadn't ever attempted to afterwards, knew he would be too impatient, and yet tonight he was trying. There was no way he would let Hizashi prepare him with those nails on, no way it wouldn't be comfortable, and that left himself to do it.

Only him. Thrusting his fingers into himself, he felt a chill crawl up his spine as he moaned when Hizashi's head forced him down, making him gag as he was pushed down from his place close to the tip which he'd felt confident with. He swallowed to soothe that gag the best he could, trying to breathe around the shaft sliding down his throat as he squirmed on his knees and he whimpered feeling a prick of tears as he scissored his fingers outwards when the blonde ground himself against his lips.

He loved it. He wanted more. He needed it. He thrusted his fingers into himself dizzyingly fast, the slick noise seeming far louder than before with the increasing speed. He jolted when he rubbed at his prostate from a particularly deep thrust that had his hips jerking backwards with a moan as he scissored his fingers out. He pushed fiercely at the muscles, pressing his fingers back together and thrusting quickly into himself only to find that spot again only to jolt as he moaned out once he found it.

Happily, he rubbed those tight little circles against the spot, helpless against the urge to do so as he panted through his nose while Hizashi's hand began helping him raise and lower his head when his attention began slipping. He was burning up, squirming on his knees as he rubbed into the spot fiercely listening to the identical panting above him peppered with those low groans that had him whining around his husband.

Swallowing when he possibly could, struggling to keep from drooling all over his husband and yet each time he swallowed the blonde groaned into his palms. He didn't know what triggered it, what did it, as he swallowed when the hand he knew had been over Hizashi's mouth weaved into his hair and, his excitement crested upwards quickly. He inhaled deeply as he was pulled up then slammed right back down.

Again, And again. He sucked in breaths when he could, sucking and moving his tongue against the twitching shaft any time he could manage it and he felt the saliva he hadn't swallowed fast enough droll down his chin as he opened eyes, he hadn't realized he shut to peer up at his husband. Those lashes were drooping as if he were struggling to keep them open, eyes glazed and burning down at him making his heart stumble over its beats, lips parted and that absolutely mesmerizing blush smearing itself across his cheeks.

Watched those blonde brows came together tight on his forehead. He pulled his fingers from his prostate, struggling to focus as he scissored them out repeatedly as he was lifted and pushed downwards making his heart race as he whimpered around the erection that seemed to be sliding effortlessly down his throat now. He swallowed, squeezed his eyes shut again as he then pushed his fingers outwards fiercely knowing if it came back to bite him if he wasn't ready then Hizashi would never believe him.

He would be distrustful for days, weeks or even months afterwards. And yet that impatience was festering at him, coloring every movement of his as Hizashi's hips ground up each time he was shoved downwards and he could see the emotion in his husband's face even if he didn't say it out loud. He knew there wasn't a hope of getting himself impossibly loose, there was no helping that and yet he was mentally patting himself on the back as he had taken the initiative earlier when he got home to try and loosen himself up a bit.

Something to make this go faster. He was so grateful he'd done that. So, so grateful. He squeezed Hizashi's hip tightly making the blonde blink dazedly at him as he thrusted his fingers into himself quickly loving the slick noise that seemed impossibly loud and he knew it would be hard from here on out to keep himself and Hizashi quiet. They didn't need to be obnoxiously loud; they didn't need to be impossibly loud.

And he knew he would actually disintegrate if they got even a single complaint about loud sex at the front desk tomorrow when they checked out. He would rather drown himself in the bathtub or the sink than deal with a mortifyingly embarrassing conversation like that. He squeezed his husband's hip tighter, fanning his fingers outwards pushing at the muscles and feeling a stab of satisfaction at how much easier it was to do it.

Not that stretched looseness that came with three fingers but it was good enough. He'd make it good enough. He swallowed quickly, frantically as he was pulled up his husband's erection and the second he was pulled off was gasping for breaths to soothe the burning itch in his lungs, the quiet plea for a proper breath that had been dancing at the edges of his mind. Instinctively, he looked down at the length glistening in the yellow lighting when he saw a drop hit the blanket.

It should be disgusting. Sloppy. He nearly groaned as he swallowed the saliva that had seemed endless for some damn reason. He hated how much he drooled, how much dripped and slid everywhere when it came to blowjobs but at the same time there was nothing he loved more. Nothing. Maybe it was because they were in a nice hotel room, not their bedroom? Possibly. "You okay, baby?"

He blinked at the scratch in Hizashi's voice as if it had physically affected his throat to swallow down moans and groans of any kind, his eyes lifting back up to his husband's red face. The look of concern that was clawing its way to the surface in that lustful, foggy gaze of his eyes. What happened? Oh, was he asked a question? What was it again? He couldn't focus when he was burning, burning, burning. When his blood was boiling in his veins.

Why did Hizashi look so concerned? Had he not said something? Or was it the question he couldn't remember? Fingers brushed over his cheeks softly making him blink again looking up at his husband. "Shouta? Are you gonna answer me?"

"Fuck me! I want- I need you to fuck me now, Zashi. Please? Please?" He gasped his words as he spread his fingers out fiercely, pushing at himself feeling confident in that looseness that he achieved on his own and he pulled his fingers out of himself pushing up onto his knees as the hands in his hair slid out down to cup his face rubbing at his wet chin.

"Shouta, are you okay? I promise, I'll fuck you anyway you want but just let me know you're okay, alright?"

"I-I'm fine! So please? Please? I can't- Zashi, I need it! I wa-want to ride you! Please? I want it! A-All day I've been waitin' and I wanna fuck you, wanna touch, wanna show you how much I love you, so please? Please? Let me do it for you? Please, Zashi?"

"Like I always say, when you ask so sweetly, how can I say no?"

Thumbs stroked at his cheeks softly, his eyes locked onto Hizashi's that held such adoration and such heat to them that he truly felt lucky; he felt absolutely, completely stricken with luck that someone like Hizashi would want to be with him for so long. When hands slipped from his cheeks the blonde moved backwards then tilted his head at him. "How do you want me? Laying down or sitting up?"

"Down. On your back, so you can use your feet if you have too!"

It was honestly amazing how the blonde snapped to attention, reaching down working those purple panties down his legs and over his shoes before tossing them towards the end of the bed and it really was a sight for him to gawk at once again. It was too tempting to sit and stare. That gauzy, filmy fabric drifting over his skin and those heels making his legs seem miles longer, how he could see the remaining lines of saliva glistening on his skin.

He shivered when the blonde laid out on his back hands beckoning him closer causing those purple nails to flash at him. It was almost too much for him. He knew later, when he was tired, he would regret this decision but he picked the lube up squirting a dollop onto his fingers. Though he truly didn't need too he reached behind rubbing it over his hole, feeling a stab of embarrassment when it twitched beneath his fingers, and then brought his hand back around squirting a bit into his palm.

They'd used more than a quarter of the tube and he knew they'd be using more than half tonight. He hoped this was a new tube his husband picked up, that they still had more at home somewhere, but if anything, they'd be stopping at that little convenience store for more in the morning. He reached down brushing the filmy, lacy down out of the way before curling his hand around Hizashi's erection and covering it with the lube as the blonde suddenly looked at him with a widening of those eyes; as if he knew exactly what decision Shouta had made.

"Wait, the condom! Shouta, you forgot-"

"Don't need it." He loved how dark that red seemed in his husband's cheeks as he looked up from his task, swinging his leg over to straddle the blonde and met those wide eyes that stared at him with awe. "It's special. A very special day, so I don't care about clean up. I don't care at all. I want-"

He paused taking a breath as he reached down, holding the twitching erection as he lowered his hips until the head pressed against him and watching the blonde shiver. "What? What d-do you want, baby?"

"I wanna feel you, so don't worry about cumming in me. In fact, do it as much as you want tonight, okay? Because I won't be mad. Not tonight."

He pressed down listening to the blonde's breath hitch in, much like his own, and he swallowed down a moan when he sank down pulling his hand away bringing both of them to Hizashi's chest as he lowered his hips feeling Hizashi's legs squirm up behind him as the man moaned out breathily. It sent shivers down his spine as he came down against the blonde's pelvis, rocking his hips pulling another moan out of the blonde and he only had to be grateful it's so fain and quiet that it would be hard to pick up through the walls.

He shuddered when nails raked over his thighs, his eyes locked on his husband's red face and then down on those smudged lips; tempting. It was very tempting. Who would have thought his husband wore some pretty clothes, some pretty makeup, and he was a damn hot mess. He whined when those nails twisted into his skin, dragging down so hard that he wondered if those purple nails would pop off somehow and yet they held strong.

He began rocking his hips faster, not quite lifting as he rubbed his fingers against the top lace of his husband's lingerie before pulling it down just enough to slide his fingers down. He hooked the tip of his finger into the hoop of his husband's nipple piercing and the moan that flew out of Hizashi was louder, much more excited making him grunt wordlessly at the man who pinched his parted lips together to muffle the sound. He lifted his hips up before dropping down.

Another muffled sound left his husband as he let his head drop forward with a quiet moan of his own sliding out as he settled into a shallow little lift and fall, never raising too far from the base of his husband's erection as he felt those hips jump up against him. Those hands traced up his thighs, clawing at his hips right up to his waist and he moaned out strangling it in his throat to keep it quiet as he let those hands lift him higher to which he dropped himself down happily.

It allowed for an easy rhythm of hands lifting him up, him rolling down, his breaths hitching and speeding up much like Hizashi's. He tugged at the little hoop in his husband's nipple earning himself a deep throaty groan from his husband as his hips began meeting his downward drops. He whined when the blonde's nails clawed at his waist as he allowed the hands to continue pulling him up yet he changed the speed for faster, no longer that slow pace and the encouraging little moan he got from his husband was worth it.

He moaned softly himself as he dug his knees into the mattress for that leverage, that push off he needed, and the heat he felt sizzling beneath his skin to a feverish, frenzied point that had him squirming as he dropped down and he could feel his hair trembling against his throat, along his shoulder slightly, shivering when the blonde gawked at him. It was amazing. He loved having those eyes on him, the awe and the lust fogging them up with those blown pupils, making him feel as if he were worthy of that awe.

Of that burning, scalding presence of lust. It had him rising himself quickly without the need of those hands helping him, fingers instead digging in clinging to him fiercely much like how those nails scraped his skin, as he lifted and dropped himself quicker allowing himself to be spurred on by those breathless huffing little moans leaving the blonde. The effort he heard at strangling them down sent shivers down his spine as he had to bite back a moan.

He knew would have been horribly loud when the blonde's hips flew up causing him to bounce up with the force of it. He bit his lip as he whimpered quietly as the blonde whined beneath him. He settled into that fast, even pace as he used his left hand to tug the top of that lacy purple gown down to tug at Hizashi's other nipple, hooking the tip of his finger into the hoop tugging delightedly with those gentle little movements pulling a loud moan out of the blonde.

He shot him another warning glare at the blonde who was jerking his hips up faster, harder against him making him shudder at the pleasure pooling into his stomach yet the blonde didn't seem to care; or maybe he didn't even notice. Those lashes drooped downwards, lips parted again with those rasping pants that matched his own as he bounced quickly fighting the urge to tighten around that twitching erection. He couldn't help but moan himself as he dug his teeth harder into his lip twitching at the burning pain.

It was hard to fight the urge to wail, to moan and throw his head back the way he would in their bedroom but he knew that was too loud; they'd be too loud and the last thing he needed was for them to be kicked from the hotel. It would be unbearably embarrassing to get even one complaint. The blonde, however, didn't seem to care about that one bit as he moaned out pressing his head back to the bed and his eyes gravitated from those parted pink lips to the curve of his husband's throat, the temptation to place a few more hickey's there like he had on Wednesday.

Even the little curve of his Adam's Apple was tempting. He whimpered when the hands on his waist released their tight grip on him only to slide up his sides sending tingles over his skin as his breath hitched eagerly when those hands then brushed over his chest. He shuddered whimpering again when fingers trailed over his nipples, swirling and nails dragging lightly against his skin before they were pinched tight making his mouth drop open with a gasp.

He quickly snapped his mouth shut when he moaned in that high, embarrassing pitch and he struggled to cut it off in time. He felt Hizashi shudder with a groan as his hips snapped up against him. It was amazing, aweing even how a stiff mattress like this one could even think of bouncing or moving yet it was; he always hated and loved how stiff a mattress in a hotel could be along with those tight sheets.

The pure delight he got at the thought of wearing in the mattress, of rustling the sheets up was embarrassing yet strangely thrilling. He didn't want to leave a trace yet his mind whispered they knew what would happen. They had too. Everyone did. Two men dressed as they were? It was all too obvious what would be taking place and he should be embarrassed. Mortified. Yet he can't. Can't think of feeling it when Hizashi's green eyes were smoldering at him, those lips seeming to beg silently for him to cover them.

The way that wavy blonde hair was pressed and spread awkwardly over the blanket. He really did love Hizashi. He may say it after sex, he may say it in an annoyed huff when the blonde was being loud in public, and often mumbled it when his husband was leaving the house, but he meant it. Not once did he ever say it without the emotion flickering in his chest. And staring down at the blonde, with his glittering purple eyeshadow, his blonde hair spread against the pale sheets of the bed.

Those eyes burning at him and lips parted, he felt that emotion strangle his throat. He tugged at the loops pulling a strangled moan from Hizashi who pinched his nipples tighter making him whimper wildly as he slammed himself down in a frenzy, lifting up just as fast, feeling the blonde squirming beneath him much like he did and he wasn't sure if his husband would stay quiet. He had the very distinct feeling his quirk would need to be used.

Have too. He was struggling himself to keep quiet, his throat tight with the moans and groans wanting to fly out of him. He strangled them down, allowing the whines and whimpers to slip free quietly as he could. The fingers released his nipples right as he was reaching that 'too much, too much' sensation and he felt a breath rush out in what he could only describe as a fast sigh. He was burning, burning, burning. His husband's own skin was feverish beneath his skin.

He'd been there, all day, right on that boarder of arousal that waited to sweep in and from the second he picked his husband up he knew he wouldn't last. He wouldn't nearly come as fast as he did as a teen but he knew his stamina was ruined by the image of his husband. He was already nearing that sensation, that whisper of a thought of being near the edge but he didn't want to focus on that. Not yet, not yet.

"Z-Zashi! Zashi, I love you! Love you, love you, love you! Love you s-so much!" He whispered his words on a gasp, frantically as he then whimpered when those hands slid back down his sides with nails dragging against his skin.

He shivered when those hands then slid backwards to his lower back, dragging those nails against it making his hips buck. The sound of it had his back arching forward as he gasped in a breath at the tingles raced over his skin from such a simple action. He squirmed as he stared down at Hizashi. Couldn't look away. It was a mesmerizing effect that makeup had on him; the sight of his purple lingerie glowing against his skin. His hair looked so soft against the crisp sheets of the bed.

He whimpered when those fingers then dragged down his lower back, along his waist and he worked his hips faster, coming up faster and down a touch harder making the bed bounce lightly in time with it. Hizashi moaned in that choked, croaking manner as nails dragged down his thighs and he had to swallow down his own moans at the tingles racing under his skin from the action. His breaths hitched wildly as he bounced himself quickly, palms following the same path those nails had only up instead of down.

Likcing his lips, swallowing, he kept his voice down to a whisper when he spoke again. Fighting the urge to wail and howl his words. "Wa-Want you so much! All the time! Mmm! Ah! Ahhnn! Fuck me all weekend! A-All weekend! Hnnn please! D-Don't even wanna put clothes on be-because of it! I wa-want it so bad! I love it! I love you s-so goddamn much, Zashi! So much! Need you so much! Want you! Ne-Never was anyone b-but you! No one!"

"I love you too, Shouta! I f-fucking love you so much! Pretty boy, all mine! I love you, sweetheart, darling boy, I love you, you, you! So- Mmmn! Ah! Oh, God yes! Yes, yes, yes! fuck me, baby! Fuck me, fuck me! Fuck yourself on me so goood, baby, so good! Show me how m-much you love me! S-Show me who I belong too!"

He moaned quietly, the sound cracking and nearly threatening to burst out of him at his husband's own frantic whisper, a near chant. The blonde's hips jumped and slammed against him wildly matching his bouncing. Strangling his moan down to only for a whimper to leave him as he leaned down pressing his chest to Hizashi's as his pants mingled with the blonde's. Those pink lips so, so close to his own and fuck if it didn't make him squirm at the thought. The temptation to smash his lips down on those pink ones. So bad. It was so bad.

"God, I can't-! I f-fucking love you, Shouta, so much! I ca-can't believe I'm so f-fffucking lucky you put up with me so long!"

He couldn't speak, his words were dissolving away as he gave in to that quiet little temptation and covered those smudged lips happily loving the strangled, cracking moan as Hizashi's lips moved eagerly, urgently with his own before lips parted and he was twisting his tongue with Hizashi's. Undulating, rubbing, flicking. He was burning away, the tingles racing over his skin as those palms and nails slid over his skin making him whimper into the kiss.

And then it crested into a loud, enthusiastic moan to leave him when the blonde angled his hips hitting right up into his prostate. It was embarrassing, it was mortifying, yet those hands slid up and down his back as if to soothe him. As if trying to bring a reassurance that he knew the blonde would give him afterwards and he chose to squeeze his eyes shut tightly. As if he kept his eyes shut then he couldn't connect it with himself.

It felt like a frenzy; like neither could move fast enough as he tried to bounce as fast and hard as he could with his lips locked with the blonde's. It was hard. So unbelievably hard. He yelped when the blonde suddenly rolled over quickly, flying over on top of him as he hit the bed making it bounce. Their lips parted briefly only to connect again and again in those short little kisses before pressing together in a fierce, sizzling kiss that he was surprised didn't combust.

Didn't set his world, his very body, on fire with the heat of it. He lifted his hands up twisting them into the messy blonde locks as Hizashi's hips slammed against him and he pressed his feet to the bed jerking his hips in time with those wild, frenzied thrusts with his own. Panting quickly through his nose, he moved his lips with Hizashi's, heat sizzling right through his veins as his stomach squeezed with the pleasure pooling there, and he squeezed those golden locks happily as his feet squirmed then against the blankets.

He whimpered, squirming as those waves of heat zapped up his spine again and again with each direct hit to his prostate. He then felt the blonde slid forward, his chest down tight to his own then felt Hizashi's arm shifting above his hair when a hand drifted down his chest again. He panted quickly, raggedly through his nose as he moved his lips eagerly with his husband's only to feel the faintest touch of that tongue against his lip.

Eagerly did he opened his mouth before it could even begin to do the little song and dance earning him a moan from Hizashi. He hoped, hoped to God, that even if they strangled their moans and groans down reducing to whimpers and whines that it didn't carry through the walls. That the sharp, crisp slapping of their skin meeting again and again, the huffing breaths, even the rustling of blankets wouldn't be picked up through the walls.

He slid his hands from Hizashi's hair to his back, loving the shudder he felt underneath them, and clawed at the blonde's back then shivering himself at the low strangled, cracking moan that left his husband's throat. Trying desperately to be quiet knowing him. He reached down as far as he could, raking his nails up as hard as he dared feeling his husband bow pressing ever tight against his as those hips pounded in a frenzy against him and he squirmed attempting to muffle his own moan as he twisted his tongue with the blonde's.

He just needed to be quiet. He needed it. If he wanted to spend the night, if he wanted to enjoy his anniversary to the fullest, he needed to be quiet. He'd be home tomorrow afternoon; he'd be in the bedroom where they'd howl and scream and wail all they wanted. Just keep it down. He just needed to keep it down. Control himself for one little night. He had to break the kiss, turning his head to gulp down air to his hungry lungs.

Felt those lips pressing to his cheek down to his jaw, his throat and he whimpered, tilting his head back against the mattress. He wanted that lipstick all over him; he wanted marks, he wanted smears, and he wanted it all over him. He didn't need to lick his lips, didn't have to when each breath brought with it the taste of lipstick confirming what he wanted the most; that he had that lipstick smeared on his own lips from the fervent kissing.

He knew that it was smudged, perhaps even smeared on his husband's own mouth from the intensity of their kissing, of pressing those firm kisses to his skin, and he loved the idea. He wanted Hizashi to put more lipstick on and press kisses all over him. Leave marks on his chest, his throat, his cheeks, his hips and back, along his legs. Any and everywhere. He needed it. Needed it bad. It was amazing how his head was spinning the second he heard the heels clicked together when Hizashi shifted his feet slightly.

Even the heat that burned under his skin from such a simple little sound was shocking. He was getting what he wanted; Hizashi was fucking him with his heels on. He felt that tight knot forming in his stomach, clenching tighter and tighter making his thighs tremble as he gasped down his air frantically as he clawed at the blonde's back fervently while jerking his hips faster, faster, faster. He needed-!

He clawed fiercely at his back hearing the moans spilling out of the blonde that were quiet yet he felt a tremble at the fact they were getting louder; he hissed wordlessly at the blonde who buried his face into his throat as if it would muffle the sound. He clawed his nails up until he slid his fingers into the blonde locks again squeezing tightly as he closed his mouth to swallow feeling that dry pin and needle pain in his throat only for his mouth to fall open again as he panted frantically to fill his lungs the second they emptied.

He jerked himself quickly only to feel the hand that had been drifting down his, resting against it, suddenly move between them. He whimpered eagerly arching his hips up pausing his own frenzied thrusting as his thighs trembled with the excitement, the exertion, and his eyes rolled back before fluttering shut as another, loud moan broke free despite his best attempt to keep himself quiet.

The blonde whimpered, keening against his throat as his hips hit harder, pulled back faster, and he was clinging to the blonde with one hand flying from his hair again to claw at his back while twisting those locks around his left hand as that keening grew louder against his throat. He knew it was impossible; a hard task to keep quiet. He didn't know how they ever got away with the fast, silent sex of their youth when they still lived with their respective parents when they lived with them shortly before finding their shitty little piece of heaven.

His gasps sounded high, the sound far too much for him as his heart hammered against his chest and his next breath quickly flew out of him was something he was terrified to let out yet it was vocalized. His cry was cut off by Hizashi's arm moving from above his head to dig his elbow into the mattress as that hand clapped over his mouth muffling the sound before it could go on a second longer.

The hand around his erection was stroking fast, flying up and down the length making him cry out again against his palm thrusting upwards eagerly into his hand as the blonde whined against his throat as his hips stuttered before resuming that jagged pounding thrusting. That creepy, knotting orgasm was strangling every little bit in him as he sucked in breaths frantically through his nose as Hizashi ground his thumb against the head of his erection making him buck bodily this time as he moaned into the palm that pressed tighter against his mouth.

He was burning up; there was nothing left, not a little piece in him remaining that would handle the lustful heat sizzling and clawing underneath his skin as he squirmed unable to decide where he wanted to thrust. Up into Hizashi's hand or to meet those hard pounding hits. He strangled the moans in his throat the best he could, trying hard not to let his control slip but he felt it; it was all unraveling faster, faster, faster leaving him helpless.

He was digging his nails into his husband's back, squeezing those locks tightly, as he squeezed his arms around the blonde clinging onto him as he felt his throat positively clog with the moans aching to burst out. He wasn't sure he could do this all night long. He wasn't sure he could handle it. He was wailing, howling, screaming and begging in his mind for Hizashi to keep him quiet; that the blonde didn't move that hand one inch, didn't release the tight pressure over his lips.

He needed- he wanted-! He cracked his eyes open when the blonde pulled his face from his throat, his eyes locking on that flushed face, the sweat rolling down the sides of Hizashi's face and he swore even his eyeshadow seemed to be smudging slightly and no longer the neat appearance of earlier though he didn't understand how. He panted quickly, little whimpers being fed with each breath he took as he clung to the blonde who was panting so fast, so raggedly that he knew the blonde's voice would crack.

He just- He couldn't- he can't- he won't stop it. There wasn't a choice. And it snapped. He squirmed, writhed, bucked and jerked against his husband as he struggled to strangle the moans. He swore he felt his vocal cords tremble with the silent cry as he forced it down the best he could and he ripped his nails up Hizashi's back which seemed to be it. It was the thing he didn't know Hizashi needed.

The blonde gasped in a breath slamming forward desperately, urgently against him making him slide against the blanket as his jaw dropped open and the gasp came out on the start of a trembling noise that seemed to well as it came out and he had seconds to activate his quirk. He could hear his hair slither along the blankets, staring up at the blonde who threw his head back wailing out silently.

His husband's hips jumped forward in frenzied thrusts before slamming tight and grinding desperately against him as he breathed through the orgasm that faded out of him quickly leaving him slumped to the bed panting as he kept his eyes on the blonde. The second it was over for the blonde, he flopped forward onto his chest making him grunt at the impact, and he blinked deactivating his quirk.

The blonde panted against his throat with that same frantic need to catch his breath and he had to admit he was no better. It shook, trembled and cracked each time he inhaled as he clung to the blonde when he then felt lips against his throat pressing weak little fluttering kisses against it and he pressed a kiss to those messy blonde locks in returned as he relaxed his fingers to rub up and down his husband's sweaty back.

"I fu-fffucking love you, baby! L-Love you so much!" He opened his eyes staring up at the ceiling as the blonde slurred out the words against his throat and he hummed quietly when he had the breath to do so when Hizashi lifted himself up hovering his face above his own.

His lips felt swollen, tingling as he parted them and he didn't know if the request was in his gaze, if it was simply how he looked to the blonde, but those lips coming down on his with such a sweet yet passionate kiss that had his toes curling tightly. He tightened his arms around the blonde as the kiss that he knew should have been brief went on. And on. Until the blonde pulled away then fluttered soft kisses over his face that he returned as he targeted those beloved freckles when the blonde laughed breathlessly.

"I r-really do love you, Shouta, and I'll sh-show it to you every fucking d-day! Thank you, baby, th-thank you so much f-for giving me so many years! Thank you, for de-dealing with my annoying ass! I love you so fucking much, so so much, baby!"

"I s-should thank you for dealing with my shit personality; I'm an a-asshole all the time, a grumpy fuck o-of a person. The fact you love me i-is amazing." He didn't have a filter, not when his thoughts came easily and those green eyes were melting him as he smiled sliding his hands from his hair, along his back to cup that red, sweaty face of his husband's. "You- I love you, Hizashi. I a-always will and I'll d-do my best to show it more often. I love y-you very much. N-No one else would put up with me and we both k-know it."

"That's because they'd be scared of all this!" He couldn't help the laugh that burst out of him when Hizashi rolled them onto their sides, reaching back to grab his ass tightly and he loved the snickers leaving his husband as he then pressed a few more kisses to those freckles, to his forehead and his cheeks happily. He pulled back smirking widely at the blonde who grinned back.

"You're so fucking stupid, Zashi!"

"And you love me anyways!"

"Yes, yes I do."

"Good because you're stuck with me!"

"Sounds good to me."

He swore that kiss, sweet and heated all at once, was just what he needed as he twisted himself to Hizashi. Tomorrow they would pick up their kinks but he knew, without a doubt, this was the greatest thing his husband could have done. The greatest, most precious thing the blonde could do ever and he was horribly aware of just how much he loved one man. It was honestly, truthfully terrifying.

But he did. And he would work on his confidence, he'd work on his boldness, and he'd select the craziest, wildest kink they had when they got home before they settled into their two-for-two choices. For now, he had a much more interesting and delightful anniversary night he wanted to spend with Hizashi. That's all that mattered in that moment in time. All he wanted to matter. He wanted to spend the rest of the night focusing on nothing, no one, but the blonde tangled up with him.

When Hizashi pulled away he raised his brows as the blonde wiggled his hips. "So. Are we going again? Or could I tempt you to have at least one glass of wine with me?"

"It'll drip and I think I'll kill you and then myself if I get anything other than lube on the sheets. I'd rather not get semen over everything, Zashi."

"Hmmmm. Stand up! And then bend over the bed! I want to try something, I read about it online but I can't remember what exactly it was at the moment so don't ask!"

He fought the urge to shiver when his husband slid out of him then crawled off the bed and he grumbled before shuffling after him climbing off then turning on his shaking legs bending over the bed. He angled himself so his stomach wouldn't press to the bed, refused to let it, as he wasn't going to get a single drop of come on those pristine blankets. So, when he did so, unsure of where this was going, he didn't expect to feel his husband press his lips against his hole.

His face burned with a fresh wave of heat as the blonde began sucking, using his tongue to lick at him and he felt that piercing flick at his inner walls a few times. He swallowed a whimper as the blonde continued sucking gently, his tongue working to lick and coax whatever he possibly could out and he shivered burying his face into his arms. When the blonde pulled away he lifted his head to peek over his shoulder to find the blonde licking his lips and the lipstick looked far fainter than he'd like.

"Turn around. I'm not done cleaning you up."

He turned in what felt like a daze, sitting down giving his shaking legs a break as the blonde then settled between them leaning in to lick at the come on his stomach, tongue piercing rubbing against his stomach so wickedly it trembled. All of him trembled. He was wide eyed, fascinated as he stared at the blonde licking at his stomach before reaching down curling his free hand around his flaccid dick when it twitched with interest at the sight and he hissed in a breath when the blonde covered the tip.

He sucked lightly, carefully while swirling his tongue around it, sliding down towards the base in one long swoop with such finesse he knew if he hadn't been gawking before then now was the time he would have started. When the blonde popped off, he hadn't been aware he was eager for what was coming next; not aware until those smudged lips smirked up at him and Hizashi lifted up the hand he'd been using to jerk him off.

It wasn't an astronomical amount of come on it, nothing to balk at, yet there were still a few spots covered with the substance. He swallowed a little moan when the blonde lifted his hand up, licking at it happily as those nails and tongue ring flashed at him with the lighting. It seemed like the man was going above and beyond just to lick his hand and fingers clean but he wasn't complaining.

Wasn't complaining at all. Once that had was clean, he moved his lips to speak yet he couldn't find a single good thing to say as Hizashi merely smiled up at him brilliantly, that rosy blush making him look far too innocent as the blonde stood up walking over to the fridge. He tugged it open then pulled out the bottle of wine while he continuously gawked, open-mouthed at his husband. He didn't know what to say.

Didn't know if there was anything he could say without feeling awkward or betraying his aroused awe as he felt his dick twitch at the fact that his husband had not only briefly ate him out but had cleaned him up the best he could. Of course, it was natural to expect that the blonde wouldn't get all of it out of him but enough so it wouldn't drip down his thighs or onto the floor. It was- Well, it was something.

He blinked when he stood up as Hizashi used the corkscrew from its place between the wine glasses and was screwing it into the cork as he stared at his husband when his gaze flicked down. It was- Wow. Wow, wow, wow. He was lucky. This was absolutely aweing how confidently his husband was standing there, like he hadn't just sucked and licked him clean to the best of his ability. He watched his husband pop the cork out, smiling victoriously when he then grabbed the glasses and poured the surprisingly vibrant, rich red wine into the glasses.

He placed the bottle down, turning to Shouta then walking over with not a wobble to those legs as he handed him a glass. The sight of Hizashi standing there, those waves chaotic and messy around his face, shoulders and down his back glowing against the deep purple of his lingerie that seemed to barely do a thing to cover his lower half. It had taken every bit of him to not gawk at the sight of his husband's bare ass when he was pouring the wine.

He was honestly, completely and breathtakingly beautiful. More beautiful than any woman could hope to be. More handsome than any man could be. He accepted his glass from the blonde who smiled as he sat down next to him, ankles crossing and he blinked then smiled at the hand offered to him. He slid his palm against Hizashi's, weaved their fingers together as he watched their bands catch and wink in the warm yellow light of the lamp when Hizashi tilted his glass towards his.

"A toast for the past sixteen years and the next sixteen years going forward for the both of us! I will completely, utterly, and absolutely devote every day to loving you the way I have since the very beginning! There will never be a day where you don't want for anything as long as I'm around, Shouta. I promise."

He let his smile widen as he chuckled lifting his glass then tapping it lightly to Hizashi's, locking his gaze onto those adoring, warm green ones. "I'll drink to that. I may not be so flowery with my words, Zashi, but I'll love you and I'll protect you with everything. I'll do my best to be good for you, and as long as I'm around, I'll always do both. Even if you're annoying as shit."

"Same thing to you, you miserable douchebag."

He smirked when Hizashi lifted his glass and he lifted his own, taking a long sip from the glass though he fought the urge to just gulp all of it down when Hizashi's glass came down. When he dropped his own, he had to fight a little shiver when he saw the faded pink lipstick mark on the rim of his glass. Hizashi then smirked himself when he leaned towards him. Those purple nails dragging lightly along his thigh before dancing along it mischievously making him shiver again.

"So, you really like the cross-dressing, huh? You've been leering at me all afternoon and night long."

"I didn't- You like nice. Beautiful. Stunning. And you know that, Zashi. Not a crime if I stare at something I like, is it?" He replied with a pout forming on his lips yet it was hard to keep it when those dark false lashes fluttered at him making him raise his brows as the man continued to lean towards him. He was helpless not to do the same. "You should do it more. Wear more stuff. Make up. Whatever you want."

"I think I will! Especially if it makes you jump my bones like that and gawk so much! I like it."

"Can you just kiss me and get to whatever you have planned tonight already? You're merely flattering yourself at this point." He paused then smirked widely at the man. "Besides, I thought I said I wanted to ride you. You ruined that.

"Oh, trust me, you can ride me all night long! I don't think you showed me too good who I belonged to! How 'bout you show me again? Teach me who I belong too, Shouta." He paused then smirked at him in response, the sight of those pink lips curling up like that no matter how faded got his heart jumping wildly in his chest. "Though it might take me a couple of lessons to get it down. You okay with that, darling?"

"Absolutely okay with it. Though, you might have to show me as well who I belong too." He smirked as those lips came close, close, close and he wondered if Hizashi would put a fresh layer of that pink coloring on them again. Leave brighter, obvious marks on him. "I often forget. You up for teaching me too?"

And the kiss, sizzling and positively rekindling that fire beneath his skin, he happily returned it. This had to be, truthfully and completely, the greatest night of his life. The absolute highlight of it and he would cherish every second of it.