Their anniversary, the weekend that followed, was one of the best things Hizashi could have ever done. He had watched Shouta, a stoic, surly and grumpy man positively glow; his cheeks holding spots of that beloved pink color on his cheeks and his eyes were bright, sparkling no matter how he tried to hide it. Surprisingly enough he slipped up quite a few times with a smile or smirk. Especially at work.
He hadn't seen his husband glow so much since the night he spanked him the first time. Nemuri pestered him about his anniversary, about the weekend following, yet he didn't give a thing away and he could even see Yagi questioning Shouta quietly across the staff room. All week long his husband glowed, smiled, and those dark eyes always held a look of adoration when they were alone. He was damn proud of himself that he had managed to do something so good for Shouta.
He was allowed to kiss, nuzzle, coax and hold the man when they were at home far more often than before to which he delighted in when he felt those arms wrapping around him in return. He had made his husband happy- no, he made him euphorically happy and he was thriving off the fact he'd managed to make the black-haired man that happy. Of course, not all happiness lingers. While he knew the class was in awe, shock at how happy Shouta appeared there was still problems.
While it was off putting, they burst to life halfway through the beginning of this week; fights, training, frustrating conversations and grading eventually took their hold on Shouta. It would for any teacher. As a father, a pro-hero and a teacher, it naturally took a toll on Shouta to which he tried his best to help with but of course he needed to give space when Shouta's words became biting and sharp like usual.
He was a touch sad that that euphoric happiness didn't linger as long as he wanted but he understood it. His husband was tired, he was frustrated, and touches often made it worse depending on his mood so Hizashi put a little space with the touching, the kissing, and how loud he was around him. He cuddled Shouta when he demanded it, nuzzling his throat when he wanted it, and he twisted together with the black-haired man when he needed it or wanted it.
His husband, however, was getting high-strung this week; it was only Wednesday and the man was strung tighter than a bow to which Hizashi didn't like. He didn't like it at all. Since the weekend of last week, the week after their anniversary, Shouta never lingered long in the bedroom, their sex life reduced to quick hand jobs or blowjobs, but he could see that longing in those dark eyes when they rolled over to go to bed.
When he tried tentatively offering more or if Shouta wanted more, the man would snap and bite that they couldn't, that they were busy, and so he would let it rest. It was only today, on the hottest day of the week that just so happened to be a Thursday, Hizashi had a plan. Shouta had taken Eri, Hitoshi and Denki to a lake to swim in for the afternoon then claiming to stop at the first restaurant they found to which Hizashi didn't have a problem with.
In fact, he encouraged it. He would go next time. He gave those classic excuses; paper work, grading, the cats. Anything and everything to make it seem like he had a far busier day today than any other day when they got out of work and Eri had been bouncing with the excitement as they got ready fairly quick. With a kiss goodbye, that hand sliding from his own, he had wished them fun at the lake to which he got a grumble from Shouta and then they were gone.
He hadn't quite been lying as he did have to grade essays for Monday but he had four whole days to do that yet he needed to be home. He had to be home. With Shouta so squirmy when it came to touches lately, he had a brilliant idea that lined up with the list they had made; handcuffs. But not just any handcuffs, no, he had specifically hunted down a website that made quirk dampening items and he had chosen a rather nice pair of handcuffs that he would happily wear for his husband.
While he had debated being tied down to a chair, to delight in the interesting concept of chair bondage, but with how fried his husband seemed lately he didn't think that was a smart idea. He didn't need his husband upset or angry because it took time to get him tied down to the chair. And so, he settled on handcuffs. He was quite excited, honestly, as they didn't use quirk dampeners when there was no need when the room was soundproofed but he didn't want to be loud.
He didn't want to wail and howl at pitches that would shatter bulbs and crack glass. Didn't want to let out those sounds that would muffle or hurt his husband's ears. He wouldn't do that. When he bought them, the website had offered next day shipping and while he wanted that option, he couldn't help but cringe at the price. They weren't cheap beforehand but with that shipping option? Well, he hoped Shouta wouldn't want to look at his account or his purchase history any time soon.
While he did have things, he'd gotten done in the few hours his family was gone he had been pacing the house. Up and down the stairs, both for the ground floor and the basement fussing with little things or sitting on the couch before jumping to his feet when he began bouncing impatiently. He knew there was no guaranteed delivery time yet he was anxious. He was excited. He didn't want them to show up right when his family did, didn't want to be caught snatching it up like some kind of feral gremlin.
Especially wen Eri would always pester and whine about seeing what was in their packages here lately. And so, he settled himself to pacing, fussing, and finding little things done around the house; he even settled down to grade about three essays before he gave up. He used the lunch meats in their fridge and remaining chips to make an early dinner for himself which he forced himself to sit down in the living room to eat.
He jumped each time he heard a truck passing by the house, compulsively checked both the front and back doors whenever possible, disappointing himself whenever he saw nothing. So, he did the only thing that worked in his youth to calm himself down when waiting for something; he forced himself outside to the little back porch of theirs, plopping onto the porch swing and pulled out a pack of cigarettes that held in it a joint as well.
He wouldn't smoke the joint, not yet, as he would share it happily with Shouta instead, and so he settled on a cigarette. It's where he sat now, rocking back and forth then squealing when an ant crawled over his toes that he kicked away and inevitably curled one leg underneath him as he used one foot to rock himself idly while keeping a sharp look out for ants or bugs of any kind as he worked on his second cigarette.
Quite surprising seeing as he didn't smoke them often, knowing how they wrecked his throat, and yet he was helpless against one or two to calm himself. Helpless against the want for the burn in his lungs, for the raw scrape of the smoke down his throat when he inhaled. It had a strangely calming effect when when he blew it all out. He could hear crickets somewhere in their yard, in the grass and bushes, chirping as the sun dipped over the horizon and he pulled on the cigarette pinched tight between his fingers watching the end glow.
He held it in his lungs, feeling it burn and claw at his chest until he let it fly out of him in a plume as he stubbed it out in the ash tray he held in his other hand when his phone vibrated next to him on the swing. He tucked the half-smoked cigarette in the pack, uncurling his legs as he put the tray down on the ground then picked up his phone unlocking the screen to find two different notifications waiting for him; both had his heart jumping in his chest.
One was a notification from his email that it had been delivered. He ran quickly into the house slamming the door behind him as he rushed through the rooms and down the hallway towards the front door, his feet slapping against the floor as he stopped at the front door flipping the locks then yanking it open. He nearly shouted with happiness when he swept the box off of their welcome mat.
He slammed the door shut behind him when he felt his phone vibrate again prompting him to tap on that second notification. Shouta, at the same time it had seemed, had sent a text right when he got that email notification. The first text was a picture he loved; Eri standing in the water up to her thighs, her hair wet as it clung to her skin and her red eyes glimmered at the camera as she smiled with such delight it made his heart warm.
She looked adorable in her red bathing suit, the floaties on her arm and around her waist, and even the sight of Hitoshi and Denki trying to tackle one another in the background was heartwarming. He loved it. He saved it to his phone, naturally, and that was when the phone vibrated again with a new picture that had his heart flying against his chest. The lighting was awful, as most public bathrooms were at lakes, but the sight of his husband standing before a bathroom mirror.
With his phone in hand as he gave that tight little grin to the camera standing there confidently in his black swim trunks and his hair resting in wet locks around his face was absolutely aweing. Arousing. That one was going to the collection, especially with the way Shouta twisted to show off the way his trunks clung to his ass with how wet they were. He took a deep breath in then let it out slowly as heat flickered beneath his skin making his stomach squirm.
Goddamn. His husband may not be available for full blown sex but holy shit did the man take some damn good pictures that got his engines going . It was like Shouta knew what these pictures did. He loved a good, sexy picture from his husband but what he loved the most? He loved those unintentional sexy pictures his husband sent him; the ones that Shouta didn't mean to be sexy but did anyhow. Those were his favorite ones. He blinked from his gawking when the phone vibrated again in his hand with a text beneath both those pictures.
Sho-chan: u shudve come with us
Sho-chan: Eri wants u to put her to bed tn8
Zashi-chan: I'll go next time, I promise!
Zashi-chan: But I did get my stuff done! Aaaand I have a surprise! 😃
Sho-chan: a surprise?
Sho-chan: another one?
Zashi-chan: Yes, babes, another one! I'd give you countless surprises if I thought you'd be happy with it and didn't make you grumpier! 😊
Sho-chan: its annoyin 😑
Sho-chan: wht did u get?
Zashi-chan: That's a surprise! anyways, I wanted to do something nice for you! My baby boy has been stressed, haven't you?
Sho-chan: ya but its fine
Zashi-chan: Mmmm, nope. No, it is NOT fine. You deserve to be pampered and loved on when you get home
Sho-chan: u sure bout tht?
Sho-chan: toshi wants 2 go 2 a movie w Denki but Eri wants to go
Sho-chan: u fine with tht?
Zashi-chan: Absolutely! She rarely goes to movies; she deserves to see one! Besides we should have some private time 😉
Sho-chan: alone time? wht wud tht come with? 😏
Zashi-chan: Something GOOD that I think you'll like 😉😘
Sho-chan: we r gunna head out soon so i'll b home in a bit
Zashi-chan: Awesome! I'll go get things ready 😉❤️
Sho-chan:👍❤️❤️
He turned on his feet then walked briskly down the hallway into the kitchen, his bun bobbing against the back of his neck as he rushed down the little hallway right up to the double doors sliding them open then shutting them behind him just as he heard a cat chirp behind him. He honestly thought giving them dinner would have satisfied the little beats but he knew they wanted attention; thrived on it.
He didn't have time, however, as Shouta would be home in thirty or so minutes and he needed to get everything ready. Low lighting, the music, the handcuffs. He also wanted to test out the handcuffs before Shouta came home; he wanted to make sure that they would actually cancel out his quirk. He knew realistically that given the price they were more than likely authentic but he had heard of scam websites and companies before.
He let out a breath hoping, praying, he hadn't fucked himself over with the purchase; hoped to God as he didn't want to tell his husband about his fuck up or have his husband find out. He placed the box on the bed after approaching it, stepped over to the bedside table tugging the drawer open reaching in to grab the scissors and turned back to the box using the blade to slice through the tape along the box.
Tugging open the flaps, he reached in pulling the bubble wrapped box out and cut through it, through the tape sealing that box shut. He pulled the box open taking a deep breath then letting it out as he pulled the handcuffs out. And he felt a wave of heat beneath his skin as his heart jumped frantically in his chest staring down at the cuffs in his hands; they were absolutely innocent. They were red with a lace pattern overlaying that color, the chain connecting the cuffs was long, allowing his arms to stretch outwards a little more than a regular pair of cuffs would.
And the buckle on the cuffs were a cool little design yet he knew he'd find it a bit aggravating to get them on but they were beautiful. Simple. He could have gone for a regular pair of cuffs with a safety latch but these with the soft material on the inside and the feel of them beneath his fingers was mesmerizing. Looking at them no one would ever assume that they were quirk canceling. Would never assume a thing about them with how innocent they looked.
He put them on the bed, patting them gently subconsciously then launched into action. He pulled his hair down letting it fall down his back, he reached down flipping his tank top up over his head then to the floor as he reached into his pocket pulling his phone out again connecting it to the speaker then pulled his Spotify up with a quiet hum. When Shouta got home, he'd have a song up and ready, some kind of soft music if he wanted, and settled on a peppy little song instead as he slid his phone into the dock on their dresser.
He bounced on his toes, biting at his lip when he looked around the room; what did he do first? He had been sweating nearly all day under his leather clothing, had been sitting in the sun all day whenever he could and had just been smoking so did he take a shower? Definitely brush his teeth, that was a must. He refused to subject his husband to that taste. He had about twenty minutes; thirty maybe if Shouta was dropping the kids off at the movies along with taking them out to eat.
So, he did have time to jump in the shower real fast and blow dry his hair so it would be dry. He nodded then when he began pulling open his drawers; with the knowledge his husband loved his cross-dressing, perhaps just as much as he did, he had gone wild on bringing his old clothing from storage and buying some new outfits for his husband to gawk at. He didn't wear them all yet, merely kept them neatly tucked in his drawers, but he was going to break them out.
One set of lingerie for tonight. Something nice, something enticing but not over the top. He didn't want to spook his husband away even if he liked it. He pulled out a negligee piece; black, lacy along the top while the rest of it was that thin airy material his purple set had been. He laid it out on the bed stroking the fabric then debated a pair of panties to go with it; he did have a black pair. He bit his lip before shaking his head rushing for the bathroom.
Hooking his thumbs into his shorts and boxers, he shoved them down and kicked at them flinging them forward across the bathroom door as he flew into the room. He turned the lights on, rushing over towards the shower reaching in turning the handle and listening to the water hit the walls deafeningly when he heard his phone ping. He pulled his hearing aids out turning them off, setting them on the sink counter.
He sped by then paused to make sure they didn't fall then ran into the bedroom to his phone squatting down in front of the dock to swipe down on the screen checking the notification. A picture. He would wait. He'd wait. He stood up rushing across the room again taking his glasses off then placing them on the counter near his hearing aids as he rushed over to the shower when it hit him. He was running from bedroom to bathroom stark naked.
He didn't know exactly what sound it was that bubbled up in his throat but he had a feeling that it was a giggle judging by how short and delicate it felt on its way out. He stuck his hand into the shower then jumped under the water to quickly clean himself. He scrubbed the sponge over his skin quickly, the heat making him shiver, as he rushed to clean himself as thoroughly with the sponge as he could before using the little washcloth that he kept folded on the shelf that he changed daily to clean his groan and ass quickly yet just as thoroughly.
He then tackled his hair as fast as he could while remaining very thorough about it; he scrubbed, bunched the hair wildly as he scrubbed with the shampoo and then worked the knots out when he had the conditioner in. All in all, he was sure he shaved off a handful of minutes as he stood under the water moving his hands over and through his hair then tugging the showerhead off the wall to move it over his body to make sure he got all traces of soap off of it before placing it back up.
Swaying on his feet happily beneath that warmish-cool water was nice. Very nice after being in the sun all day long. He let out a breath, feeling that twinge of discomfort over not being able to hear a single thing; to know the sounds around him that were being made but not being able to hear them. To know it but not hear it was odd. Always was. He worked his fingers through his hair again then turned the water off, pushing the curtain aside, noticing the faint steam swirling through the air.
The mirror had even begun steaming up as he stepped out towards the sink. He was quick but effective as he wrapped a towel around his waist, pulled the hair dryer as well, plugged it in then set to work on drying his hair. It was relaxing, comforting as he worked his fingers through his hair and either holding it out while combing them through or ruffling the locks as he moved the hair dryer over it in an attempt to get it to an acceptable dryness.
He shivered lightly at the chill attacking his skin when the hot air of the blow dryer bursting over his skin when he moved it up and down over his hair had goosebumps raising on his skin. He bounced on his toes as he sighed again though it shook on its way out, the way it felt anyhow, as that excitement clawed at him. He was sure he could get the cuffs on by himself, was sure he could handle it, and the thought that they did work?
Oh, that opened so many doors. He'd have to look into more quirk dampeners on that website if this worked. Once he got his hair suitably dry, he turned the dryer off knowing he would hate it when it frizzed up given there was a trace of dampness to his hair but he needed to get moving; he tugged his toothbrush out of the holder, turned the sink on and stuck it underneath then squirted the toothpaste onto it.
He scrubbed his teeth quickly yet with that same methodical thoroughness as he picked up one hearing aid with his free hand turning it on then lifted it up fitting it into his ear awkwardly before he got it to sit comfortably like it always did then he did the same with his other ear. The sudden reappearance of noise was startling yet not unwelcome as he listened to the aggressive noise of bristles over his teeth as he bent over the sink to spit into the sink then rinsed his mouth out with water then mouthwash.
Reaching out for his glasses as he slid them up onto his nose as he rubbed at his mouth as he flew out of the bathroom. Rushing over to the dock he tugged his phone out, swiping downwards then tapping on the notification from Shouta. And his breath rushed out on a wheeze. Where was he- How did he do that? He had recreated the picture Hizashi had taken that day in the car and he improved it.
Shouta was in a bathroom yet again assuming he was with that horribly bright lighting. He stood in front of the mirror with his shirt held between his teeth and his wet hair had been pushed backwards from his face and the thumb of his right hand was hooked in the waistline of his pants and swim trunks showing off the sharp angle of his hip. Pulled low enough he could just barely see the thickening pubic hairs of his pelvis below his happy trail.
Holy shit. Why did he do that? When? He knew it was fine when he was in a private bathroom but what about the picture earlier? He'd seen the stalls in the background in that picture of himself but how did he get away with it? How did he take these pictures and go back to their little family with a straight face? Be around others with a straight face? He loved it. He absolutely loved it. He saved the picture, naturally, when he got a wicked idea.
Something that might just put some pep in Shouta's step to get home after dropping the kids off at the movies. He stood up unwrapping the towel from his waist and set to work on rubbing his skin dry; pat, rub, anything he did to soak up the dampness on his skin. He hummed then turned to the bed where the gown and the handcuffs rested. He tossed the towel into their hamper then took the time to sweep up his tank top, his shorts and boxers, from the floors he'd abandoned them on.
Tossed them into the hamper as well then approached the bed and he let the grin curl over his lips as he picked up the airy, filmy fabric. He worked it over his head carefully then let it drop down, swirling against the tops of his thighs as he pulled his hair out of the back letting it hang over the back of the negligee then he fussed with the ends of it happily and then let his gaze drop on the cuffs.
He felt his heart flutter as he then turned, pulling his phone from the dock as a new song, a touch peppy just like the last one though he would say it leaned more towards a country pop song. He changed it then sat on the bed scootching towards the middle as he grabbed the cuffs, placing the phone down next to him and he knew this would take some posing, some angling to get it right but he was confident he could do it.
He unbuckled the first cuff, unrolling it then curling it over his wrist where he struggled one handedly to get the buckle done which took him a few minutes though once it was fastened? Oh, he was happy with it. The red seemed to glow against his lightly tanned skin, nothing wild, but it was very much not that soft peach from the earlier months; he never tanned intentionally, never went crazy with it, but a little color never hurt anyone now did it?
It would be stupid to put both on before the picture and so he picked up his phone, pulled open Snapchat for that beloved filter of his, and set to work on shifting his position and angling the phone until he got the very picture he wanted. Knees bent up, the hint of his lower half in the picture with the cuffed hand hidden behind his back as he tilted his head smirking, he arched his chest towards the camera allowing for that glimpse of his nipple piercings.
He was grateful that they caught the lighting just right. Oh, if Shouta wasn't hurrying home before he would now. He saved the picture then closed Snapchat, pulled open his texts where he gleefully sent the picture to his husband then dropped the phone throwing himself backwards as he pulled open those recent pictures Shouta had sent him. Gawking. Admiring. He sighed as he plucked idly at the lacy top of his negligee.
Admiring the curve of his husband's waist and ass in that first one he sent him then at that second one that was by far spicier than that first one. He could stare at them all damn day. Blinking, he raised his head enough when he felt his dick twitch curiously at his thoughts; as if his body was following right along all too eagerly. He felt those flickers of heat beneath his skin as he looked back to the phone screen where he saw that annoying little check mark.
The mark that told him that his text had been read but he got nothing; not a response, not a reaction nor emoji. Nothing. He smirked widely as he bit down on his bottom lip dropping his phone to the bed again then hummed as he drifted his fingers down his chest to pinch the fabric of that filmy, thin fabric happily. He wondered how fast Shouta would get home. If he was still eating. If he had just dropped the kids off.
He was honestly tempted to call his husband up to see if he would answer, see if he was as breathless as he hoped him to be, and he shifted on the blanket then lifted his head up to pull his hair out from underneath him and out on the bed. He didn't care about it being brushed straight and neat; why should he when it would just get messy and mussed on the blanket? When Shouta, hopefully, would be in the mood for it.
Would climb on top of him and would stare down at him with those smoldering, dark eyes that sent shivers through him as those black lashes drooped over them. Those soft, full lips parting with the increasing breaths that would shudder in and out. How the excitement in that smoldering gaze would flicker and how that fierce blush would glow in his cheeks. Swing himself over his waist, straddling his pelvis, and flash that playful little smirk he got when he would reach behind him to help ease his erection into him.
How his brows came together with concentration as he rode him like his whole life had been dedicated to learning and improving on how he did it. As if he had to put all his concentration, his attention, into riding him. And it was always so goddamn pretty to see those black locks trembling and flying around his shoulders and face as he bounced faster, faster, fast as he threw his head back.
Always with shiver inducing wail or moan that always had him frenzied. Frantic. He loved it when Shouta got so worked up, he forgot himself; when he only got louder and louder, how he stumbled or slurred over his words. How he would drool if he really got lost into it. How his dark brows squeezed tighter until they twitched or how he could see the black-haired man gnashing his teeth as if to keep himself quiet.
If he was truly lucky, he would see those teeth biting into his lip as he squeezed his legs on either side of him. He moaned quietly to himself as he pushed upwards into a sitting position, his glasses slipping down his nose and he was twisting to stand up off of the bed staring at the cuff around his wrist. Wondering if it would be far more tantalizing, exciting, if he let Shouta fasten the other one and have his hands behind his back.
It always seemed to excite Shouta. And he didn't want to be able to touch his husband at all. Fuck, his throat felt dry. He needed a drink. Something but orange juice or water right now. He made his way around the bed sighing out as he brushed his fingers over the sheets and he hummed quietly with the music as he approached the bedroom doors. He had reached out to grab at the handles when the doors flew open, startling him.
He swallowed a shriek at how sudden they flew open; his mouth having dropped open to pull in a breath until he realized it was only Shouta. Just him. No one else. He was stunned at the appearance of the man as he stepped backwards instinctively as his husband stepped into the room shutting the doors behind hm then locking the doors. How did he get here so fast? When did he-?
"You, Hizashi Yamada, are a fucking menace to society but more importantly you are a menace to me."
He shivered at the hissing tone of his husband but he got not a hint of anger in it; no, no. He saw heat in those dark eyes flaring and flashing at him making his stomach squeeze excitedly when he saw those dark brows coming together tightly and he felt breathless. Not one bit of this was even helping his mind on focusing on a single thing. Not when he could hear that quiet little voice that was whispering and begging to vocalize his want.
To tell Shouta what he could have and what he wanted. He smirked at the black-haired man's gaze dipping down to the gown he wore then reached out gripping a fistful of the filmy fabric. "And yet here you are, cocky as hell after sending me that picture and having the audacity that you have to stand here with a hard on like it's the most natural thing in the world!"
"Are you upset? You seem upset. You want me to help you?" He asked in a condescending, playful tone watching those dark eyes narrow on him yet the heat that burned at him from them and the blooming of a blush on his cheeks had him smirking widely at the man as he took a few lazy steps towards his husband to close the gap he'd created in his shock.
A scowl was aimed his way despite those red cheeks and the burning look in those eyes. He loved that angry look. It was like that saying; all bark and no bite. His husband did genuinely get angry with him but now? Now it was just part of the little game he had going. He then tilted his head, pouting softly at the black-haired man watching him twitch at the sight; saw his jaw clenching slightly. Heat flickered at him from those eyes. Oh, Shouta could act mad all he wanted but he saw it.
So surely it would be fine if he teased a bit? Poked some fun at his husband who was scowling at him with that heat flickering in his eyes? Surely it wouldn't be the end of the world if he got his husband just a little twisted up and confused. If he got him worked up just a bit for once rather than telling him to calm down? Those black brows twitched from how tightly they came together, the muscles no doubt aching but the man didn't relent. Even narrowed those dark eyes at him but he kept that playful pout on his lips. Anything to taunt just a bit more.
"Could you also be mad? Because you look mad. Like something's been bothering you all week long! And that's no good!"
"What would you suggest then? If it's no good and you are intent on plaguing me like some kind of demon."
"Come on, baby, I'd be your favorite demon and you know it! Don't you want to get that out of you? Don't you want to feel good? Feel better? I'll get on my knees, get you ready and swallow your cock. Hell, even better, I'll let you fuck my throat raw if that's what you want! Strangle me with it if you want!"
The scowl dropped. A second is what he got before those brows were tugging back together, eyes narrowing just a bit with that scathing heat. "Why?"
"You're clearly pent up! So, you can use me up, fuck yourself on me and ride my cock like I'm the one you hate the most! If you don't want me touching you after I get you ready, then you can handcuff me so I don't. You want that? You wanna use my cock and fuck yourself on me like you hate me? Like I've been the thing pissing you off the past week?" He then smiled at his husband who finally lost the scowl. Staring wide eyed at him.
"You are by far the craziest man, Hizashi Yamada."
"I know! Now, won't you let me make you happy, baby?"
"You're disgustingly vulgar."
"Thank you!"
"That wasn't a compliment!"
He happily let his smile deepen to a smirk at the black-haired man, bouncing on his toes as hands reached up curling around his shoulders and he reached down gripping the material of his husband's shirt, pressing his fists to his waist as he watched those full lips twitch even if those eyes burned at him. The temptation was there. The offer was thrown out. And Shouta had taken it, snatched it up long before he even said it. Hook, line, and sinker.
He leaned in kissing that smooth cheek only to feel a stab of excitement when he felt the barest scratch of forming stubble making him want to laugh and throw his head back to howl happily that it was coming back. He couldn't wait to see and feel that scratchy, dark stubble again. "God, is all you want to do is fuck, Zashi? You always accuse me of being like a cat in heat but I'm honestly starting to think it's you. More like a dog, honestly."
"Mmm, you saying you don't want to fuck? I'm just offering because you've been high-strung and you're going to snap if you don't work some of it out, Sho! But if you don't want to that's perfectly fine, baby."
He trialed his lips down his husband's cheek enjoying the whine he got as he pressed them to his jaw then down just below it loving the hitching breath he got as those hands slid up to begin twisting locks around fingers. He loved when his husband played with his hair. It was relaxing, comforting and it could be so fucking hot if it was done right. He hummed softly as he pressed his lips against that spot once again.
Reaching his hands out to slide his hands along his waist now, no longer fisting them, and the man shivered lightly as he moved his lips along his jaw softly. Slowly. Taking his time to the destination they both knew he was going to and he delighted in the shiver that rolled over his husband again as he lightly kissed his earlobe. Giving it a playful nip as his husband melted forward into his arms for a moment. Pitching his voice down, he knew it would melt the man just a bit more. So he wasn't so tense beneath his hands like he was.
"Do you want to shower first? You smell like trees and lake water."
"Why bother when I'm just going to get dirty? And honestly why would you even ask if I don't want to? I've just been busy."
He smiled at the mumble he got back as he kissed his way down the side of his neck making the man in his arms shiver as he released the fistfuls of fabric he had to slide his hands under the shirt to touch the warmth of his waist before sliding his hands up his sides resulting in a lean against him and another one of those little shivers. He was so warm. So, so warm from the sun and he slid his hands back down to his waist where he rubbed his palms along that warm skin happily.
"Y-You really want me to do all that? To you?"
"Absolutely! I'll get you ready and then you use me how you want too. You tell me what to do, baby, I don't mind it one bit. Use me up, scream my name, whatever you need I'll help! Just because I'm a top and just because I'm your Dom, doesn't mean I can't let you just do what you want! Sex isn't all me, me, me. It's us, Shouta, and about what we want."
He paused then looking at his husband's red face, the eagerness to jump start was there and he honestly didn't blame him. He'd been seconds from masturbating himself before he decided to get a drink in order to wait for Shouta. Seconds away from giving in to a little foreplay with himself. It made him want to giggle but he swallowed it down as he rubbed, kneaded, his husband's waist softly. Absolutely drinking in the warmth that was clinging onto him. It was so damn good, so damn warm, and he loved it. The lean, those little shivers from his husband as he happily kissed the man's jaw, his neck softly, was melt worthy himself. To relax Shouta, to get him to find some comfort and to unwind from whatever was ailing him was his favorite thing. If it meant running a hot bath for him, making dinner, taking care of the household chores or climbing into his lap when those dark eyes widened at him and hands reached for him then he'd do it happily. Home is where his husband could relax and he was going to drive that point home whenever he could.
He then cleared his throat lightly to continue speaking softly, keeping his voice pitched low as he slid his hands back towards his lower back and then forward again. Squeezing. "And sometimes, just sometimes, you gotta fuck some frustrations out and take a breather then come back to the problem. Same applies to masturbation, food, water, coffee. Whatever. So, you do you, baby, and I'll fuck you however long you want 'til the kids get home if that's what you want!"
Hands tightened, sinking into his hair along his scalp to which he dragged his nails against Shouta's waist tugging him closer and he watched that face tip up towards him, those full lips parting just a bit which was enough of a request. He leaned in closing that gap, capturing those full lips that moved against his eagerly to which he jumped to comply with as he slid his hands backwards then downwards to push at the waistline of his shorts and trunks to which he got a little hitch of breath from the black-haired man.
He pushed at them as he began walking backwards towards the bed, nearly stumbling over his feet as he did so, and divulged in that burning kiss. A sizzling heat that was pushed harder, harder against his lips until he was sure they'd swell with the force of those full lips moving against his own. He didn't want to break it. Didn't want to stop that eager kissing as he slid his hands against Shouta's lower back.
However, not everyone could get what they wanted. The kiss was broken when Shouta grabbed the cuff dangling from his wrist. He blinked looking at the black-haired man who then tilted his head at him. "I don't want you to get me ready. I'll do it. After all, you said you wouldn't touch me if I don't want it. So, turn around and put your hands together."
Oh, what was this? He shivered at the strangely confident, no-nonsense tone coming from his husband as he turned offering his other hand up to him to which he held still as Shouta pulled apart the cuff then wrapped it around his wrist to then secure it into place. It was odd. Very odd. Shouta was normally so submissive, so eager to go along with things then bark out or shout his orders later but to hear it now?
In such a calm tone? It made him positively burn with the lust that clawed underneath his skin when he turned around after Shouta tapped his forearm and he sank down to his knees happily then looked up from under his lashes. "Get the lube, the condoms and then come back here. You will fucking choke me with your cock! And then I'll make sure I fuck you good, baby! Real fucking good!"
The little smirk he got back was aweing. Oh, his husband was asking for it. He was looking mean, his eyes flashing with that heat, and his cheeks a rosy red that he adored yet all with that challenging look; that one that always came with his bratty behavior or his unbearable asshole-ish mannerisms. He wriggled his wrists, tugging at the chain until it pulled tight as Shouta walked over to the bedside table tugging the drawer open and he wanted nothing more than to use the cuffs on Shouta; quirk canceling or not, he wanted them on Shouta. Wanted to see the red material of the cuffs glow against that pale skin.
He wanted it bad. And he wasn't a hundred percent sure the cuffs were actively working; he wouldn't know as he didn't have time to test it before Shouta got home which meant this was a fifty-fifty chance on them being authentic or fake. He let out a little shuddering breath when he heard the drawer snap shut, the crinkle of the wipe pack being put down, the sound of something being tossed onto the blankets after it, and he looked over to watch the very satisfying sight of his husband stripping.
He always, always loved watching Shouta take off his clothes. Whether it was to get dressed in the morning, to get changed into his costumes or comfy pajamas the second they got home it was mouthwatering to watch. To see the muscles flexing and working as he moved, to watch his arms move up as he yanked his shirt up over his head then tossing it to the floor with not a second thought about it, or how the muscles in his calves and thighs flexed when he pushed then kicked his pants and swim trunks off.
It was a private little show, a mundane thing, that had his mouth absolutely watering at the sight. His husband was muscular, softening up with each passing day, but he didn't care one little bit. If his husband gained a dad-bod, then he would happily squish and praise every soft roll his body would develop. He squirmed on his knees as Shouta smirked at him, lashes lowering to give him a very Cheshire at look that had his heart thumping frantically against his chest.
Hard, solid beats that were growing faster with a sickening excitement settling itself into his very bones. It was taking everything not to let his breaths rasp in and out with his excitement, with the eagerness as his husband stepped around the corner of the bed then placed himself in front of him with feet planting on either side of his knees, spread slightly and he felt tiny. He felt absolutely insubstantial, a tiny little thing, and he loved it.
He gawked at up at Shouta who moved a hand down through his hair weaving the locks around his fingers, and he shivered as he leaned forward pressing those teasing, fluttering little kisses to his husband's thighs enjoying the sharp little breath he got above him. He may be handcuffed, he may be on his knees, but he was still on top. He was still the Dom. And if being both of those things, being on his knees and handcuffed unable to touch Shouta gave his husband a little taste of that top Dominant energy then he wouldn't breathe a word.
He kissed at those soft, silky inner thighs before nipping at the skin feeling the muscles tremble beneath his lips when he kissed the spot all while keeping his eyes UP. Keeping them on Shouta's foggy, half-lowered ones. He felt those nails drag against his scalp, the sensation tingling right down his spine and his erection gave a happy, excited little twitch against his stomach as he crawled his lips upwards towards his husband's hip nipping at it playfully ten moving up to his navel pressing a soft kiss there feeling the muscles quivering beneath his lips.
He loved. Oh, he loved it. If he wasn't a top, he would happily let Shouta fuck hm every night. It was like he said before; it really was a shame they weren't switches. A damn shame. He'd have to ask Shouta later if he thought, just like he was, if he would be insufferable as a bottom; if he would be just as insatiable as he was now. Probably. He shook his thoughts off when a reedy, quiet little whine slipped out of the black-haired man and he smiled up at him.
Then he pressed a kiss below his navel moving downward following the happy trail right down to his pelvis where the curls of chaotically groomed hairs tickled at his face. He then turned his attention happily to the erection inches from his nose. He pressed a kiss to the head then moved down, parting his lips to mouth at the skin and he closed his eyes as he got down to the base just to give his eyes a break from the strain of staring up so long and he could feel his glasses slipping down his nose.
Oh, he should have taken them off. He should have. He didn't think but Shouta always did have a thing of him wearing his glasses during sex whenever possible. He didn't like it because they slid and fell off, he cracked and popped the lenses, yet he understood the appeal; he liked to see his husband clearly whenever possible. He hummed quietly loving the twitch he got from Shouta as he did so when he then decided to give in to his wicked idea, so sudden and snapping to existence in his mind that he was doing it before he realized it.
He was going to buzz and he was going to buzz good. He went to and- nothing. Nothing. He opened his eyes in surprise, blinking as he tried again. And again, while humming as he then shivered at the realization. They were authentic. They were real. He couldn't use his quirk. Couldn't buzz. He shuddered as he moved upwards flattening his tongue against the stiff length, rubbing his piercing against it and tracing a vein with the tip of his tongue as he reached the top only to mouth just below the head.
The low moan he got from Shouta as he swirled his tongue and sucked lightly at the spot had heat ripping right down to his very core and blazing under his skin. It was like molten lava that threatened to sear away everything that had been cool to him and he loved it. He loved that he felt hot enough that even the chill from the air conditioners didn't affect him as much as he thought they would; he moved up to kiss the head once again only to peck those brief little kisses to it.
He then flattened his tongue against it earning him another throaty moan from his husband only it was far louder this time. He rubbed his piercing against the slit and undulated his tongue in the way that resulted in the whimper he heard from above him prompting his gaze to flick upwards as he stared boldly up at Shouta who was staring down at him with fascination. It was amazing. He loved it.
He could have laughed when his husband's hips arched forward pressing the head of his erection firmly against his tongue though he knew exactly what the goal was; what the black-haired man wanted. And he was far too happy to allow it. He opened his mouth wider closing his mouth around the head only for the hand in his hair to push him downwards faster than he ever imagined Shouta ever would.
He was at the base in a matter of seconds it felt as his nose pressed against his pelvis and he moaned around the twitching erection, a similar moan tearing out of his husband as a second hand twisted itself into his hair. He was taking shallow breaths in his position when he swallowed, putting more force and strength behind the action, that had cry leaving Shouta and he shivered as those hands pulled him upwards only to slam him back down.
It was very reminiscent of those rough blowjobs he had done to Shouta. He was yanked up further then slammed down, a pace quickly being established as he did little more than sit. He focused on moving his tongue and sucking when he could as he swallowed to keep from drooling and turning the blowjob into a sloppy one. He took breaths each time he was pulled up towards the tip, sucking fiercely when he was allowed up that far and then flying down so fast his head felt airy with the intensity and speed already set by his husband.
He licked at the erection when he could, relishing in the weight on his tongue and even enjoying the feeling of his husband sliding down his throat or even hitting against the back of it depending on how far back he pulled him only to shove him back down. His brows came together as he closed his eyes, unable to focus on staring up at his husband when he was being moved so fast and so roughly as he swallowed frantically pulling those loud moans out of his husband each time he did so.
Could pick up those quiet grunts whenever he sucked at the tip. He loved it. He fucking loved it. He would be on his knees every damn night for Shouta if that's what he wanted. What he needed. His breaths were frantic huffs as he squirmed, his knees aching lightly as they pressed fiercely against the floor, and his hands wriggled in their restraints as he tugged until the chain went tight once again and he moaned when fingers tightened fiercely into his hair.
He was burning, burning, burning and wanted nothing for himself. If a simple blowjob was all Shouta wanted, then that's what he would give. He'd give it happily. His hope was for sex but if Shouta only wanted the roughest, angriest blowjob he could give to Hizashi then he would take it. He groaned when he felt that tickling, slow slide on his chin as he swallowed quickly yet it didn't stop the droplet that had escaped the corner of his mouth from rolling down his chin.
He didn't mind, however. Not at all. He swallowed as he was pushed down to the base where hips ground against his mouth. He moaned at the action as he curled his fingers into fists as a loud, cracking groan flew out of Shouta when he swallowed then sucked rapidly at the twitching erection. When he was pulled back he huffed in a breath as he allowed Shouta's fingers to yank and pull fiercely at his hair as he was then flying up and down far faster, coming down harder against his husband's pelvis.
Moaning out again as his own neglected erection twitched against his stomach as he huffed through his nose and his hips jiggled for some kind of stimulation. Anything. He then couldn't hold his moans back as he felt those hips flying forward to thrust forward when he was yanked down and he couldn't help but love it. Love every damn thing that was taking place. Loved feeling the head of that erection slamming against the back of his throat only to slide down.
So good, so good, so good. It was so fucking good. The feel of hips hitting against him each time he was pushed down harshly was amazing. It was almost orgasmic. He tried humming as he hallowed his cheeks, sucking fiercely each time he came up and the moans spilling out of Shouta sent shivers down his back each time. They weren't those high, drawn-out ones that he would get later, hopefully, but they were deep and cracked lightly.
He wanted more. It was amazing how a rough blowjob could feel. So amazingly good. He was damn near euphoric. He never would have thought such a rough thing would be so good. He hoped, hoped, hoped he walked away with a sore throat and a hoarse voice from the roughness but that was asking a lot. "M-Mmmm! Hnnn, Zashi! Zashi, so good! How a-are you so good at blowjobs? It's fu-fucking amazing!"
He shuddered at the moaned words as that realization hit that this is how Shouta felt during a blowjob. This is how it was choking on someone's dick and not being able to talk. He fucking loved that it was this rough. So rough, so incapable of speaking. Unable to use his quirk. It was amazing. He could understand, he could appreciate, why his husband liked these type of blowjobs. He truly did understand because he fucking loved it. God, he loved it.
To huff in his beaths when he got to the head only to be slammed right back down to the base where those hips would grind against his mouth; the wild curls of his husband's pubic hair tickling his nose. It was the best thing on the planet. It felt like his husband truly hated him as he forced him up and down, suckling at the tip only to be slammed down as Shouta grunted above him was the greatest thing.
The best thing. As if he was the source of all the man's frustration and was taking it out on him. He loved it when the babbling above him quickly solidified into words again. "Su-Suck harder! Suck m-my fucking cock! Suck it good! So good! Ah, ah! Haah, I-I bet you wanna fuck me right now, don't you? Wanna fuck me good?"
"Mmmph! Nnn!"
"Mmmm! Fuck! Shit, God, I love it! I love your throat, your mouth, so f-fffucking hot! Hot, wet, so good! I need- Nnngh! Zashi! I-I should have you suck my cock more! S-So good! You wanna fuck me, Zashi? Wa-Wanna fuck me right now?"
He moaned enthusiastically as he panted raggedly through his nose, hitching when he came down and those hips slammed against his mouth wildly as the fingers in his hair yanked, making him moan loudly again as he sucked frantically at the stiff, twitching erection as he then swallowed when he was shoved to the base where those hips ground fiercely against his mouth and he loved every damn second of it.
Up and down, up and down, hard, hard, hard. Fast, fast, fast. He sucked and swallowed, licked and rubbed his piercing against the erection whenever he could. Moaning out when Shouta slammed against him again and again, harder and quite honestly fucking the shit out of his throat. How hard could he go? How fast would he be pulled? He was moaning, trying to hum when he could, yet the moans and groans above him were far more interesting than his own.
Deep, shaking and breathless with those wild pants were those moans and groans above him, sending shivers down his spine. He opened his eyes when he was shoved back down to the base, hips grinding against his mouth again and the sight of his husband's head tilted backwards. Did his head fall back or had he thrown it back? It had heat ripping beneath his skin. It surprised him as the hands in his hair pulled him up without shoving him back down immediately.
He sucked fiercely once he was brought up to the head, rubbing his tongue along with his piercing against the slit smearing a droplet of pre-come when he was then pulled all the way off. And oh, he was drooling much worse than he initially thought; it had somehow beaded then dripped down the other side, his lips were wet and his heart pounded painfully against his chest as he panted raggedly, stopping to swallow and feeling a strange faint little soreness in his throat when he did so as he caught his breath enough to speak. To say something.
"I-I wanna fuck you goood, baby, please! I want to fuck you so goddamn hard, s-so hard! I'll s-suck your cock whenever you want ne too! As often as you suck mine, whatever you w-want! I just- I wanna fuck you, Sho! So come on, already! Throw me on the bed and ride me so fucking goood! I wanna see y-you fuck yourself on my cock!"
He felt a stab of embarrassment at how breathless, urgent he sounded even to himself but Shouta stepped to the side reaching down cupping his elbow and helping him up. He rushed back sitting then scooting, wriggling and squirming to the middle of the bed as he gasped bending his knees up then spreading his legs when he felt the bed bounce lightly as Shouta climbed on after him. It was nearly unbearable watching Shouta reach above his head to produce the condom and lube.
The condoms were quickly pulled out with one being ripped off and the box along with the chain being discarded off to the side. Shouta was far too rough; too fast. He was clawing the tube open squirting far too much lube onto his fingers, his eyes narrowing as the black-haired man spread it over his fingers quickly as the liquid dripped onto his negligee and he wanted to say something; to warn him not too.
To not do what he knew he would be tempted to do. The slick, wet sound of those fingers rubbing against skin nearly had a moan claw out of him as Shouta leaned down peppering kisses along his jaw up to his cheek and he hunted for those lips even if he knew he shouldn't. It was right as those lips covered his own, pressing hard and with such heat it jolted him to his core that a moan burst out of his husband as those lips moved eagerly, urgently against his own as that slick noise rang out making his heart thud quickly against his chest.
He kissed Shouta with the heat, the passion, that was positively burning through his very veins where his blood seemed to gush so fast it burned through them as he kissed the black-haired man. Those quiet little moans he got from his husband had his stomach clenching with the arousal, the longing, as lips moved quickly with a desperation to it that made him wonder if maybe he was the problem.
If Shouta was upset with him too for some reason. He happily let the man kiss him harder, sloppily, and when teeth bit at his lip he didn't mind it one bit as his husband panted quickly through his nose much like himself and he whined when those teeth bit hard, sending a burst of pain from the action. It was as if Shouta were nothing more than a shark; gone into a frenzy, tearing and searching for the source of blood in the water and intending on hunting it down to find.
He parted his lips quickly when Shouta pulled back to lick at his lips, both of them surprisingly and he delighted in the fierce way that tongue met and twisted with his own; as if every drop of pent-up aggression in Shouta was being forced out onto him. And he didn't mind. After all, that night with their degradation Shouta had let him do the same thing. And so, he settled into the heat, the sizzling lust that was raking and howling through his mind as it insisted with each moan it was wrong that it didn't crest, that his quirk didn't kick to life but he loved it.
He was enjoying it deeply as he moaned into the kiss when fingers found a nipple to pinch tight and when those nails dug in his moan crested higher as his chest arched upwards. He could hear those slick sounds ringing out and he could tell when those fingers scissored by the hitches in Shouta's breath. He could tell when they found his prostate as he groaned in that guttural pitch that had his toes curling and those moans that flew higher than anything as he squirmed above him.
It was dizzying how fiercely he was being kissed; he had kissed Shouta like this that night but God if it had been a while. Not even the day with the stockings had been so intense. He cried out when the fingers pinching his nipple tightly pulled at it and twisted making him jerk against the sheets as his husband's fast, ragged breaths huffed against his cheek yet he didn't pull back; he didn't break it.
He liked when Shouta was rough, liked when he was assertive, and honestly? Honestly, it was fucking hot. To see a power-bottom like Shouta, a submissive man, take charge and absolutely use him up was damn hot and he was eating it like it was fine dining. He was devouring every second of it. It was far too soon, much too soon, when the slick sounds of Shouta pulling his fingers out rang out and the man broke the kiss sitting up again making him shiver at wet smack yet he was gasping air in to speak. To stop him.
"Sh-Shouta, wait! The-There's no way that you're ready yet! Yo-You're going to hurt yourself and- Shouta, don't-!"
His words meant nothing. His warning meant nothing. Shouta's hand reached beneath him grabbing his erection, angling and positioning his hips downwards to press the head against himself and he pulled in a breath to speak again; to warn him. To make him stop. Shouta never, ever dove into it and would always take the time to get himself properly ready but today? Today was different. Very different.
He saw the manic look in those wide dark eyes, the huffing breaths, and that pained desperation on his face as he then angled his hips down pressing, pressing, pressing. He pressed his head back gritting his teeth as he slid into Shouta who moved quickly, as if he needed to get every inch in him before he could think too much about it, and once that weight was settled on his pelvis he was spinning.
Spiraling. How did he-? The discomfort in that moan Shouta gave spoke volumes; he wriggled his arms fiercely beneath himself as his breaths rushed in and out quickly as the man above him winced as he began rocking his hips in awkward, stuttered little movements as those eyes squinted at him and brows twitched when clearly the discomfort was too much. Too painful. He held himself still, perfectly and utterly still as he squeezed his eyes shut tightly.
It felt good; it always felt good, to have the muscles squeezing at him, the tightness and the heat that was intent on melting him was always good. Yet he didn't find one bit of pleasure in it. Not when he opened his eyes again to see Shouta wincing, that same little squint to his eyes and the way his brows were still pulled tightly together that twitched with it. He didn't enjoy it; not when his brain was screaming that it was wrong, wrong, wrong.
This was wrong. It was understandable that things could be stressful, his husband strung tighter than a bow and trembling waiting to snap, as he looked for an outlet was fine. But this? This was not it. He gritted his teeth fiercely struggling to catch his breath as Shouta's hips continued that awkward little rocking movement and a whimper flew out of the man as he struggled against the cuffs again violently. To stop him. He needed to make him stop.
"Shouta, stop! Stop!" He wished he could use his quirk; wished he could reach that snapping growl of a warning and so he tried his best to compensate. He pitched his voice low, trying to lose the breathlessness and it worked. His husband's hips stopped, eyes locking onto his own and he wriggled against the bed as if he had the space to pull out. As if he could reach out to pull Shouta off. "Off, Shouta. Get off! Now!"
"Zashi, I-!"
"Now, Shouta!" He yelled at the man who whimpered yet did as he said; he eased upwards wincing a few times before he was sliding off then climbing off of him sitting down on the bed next to him with another little wince.
He wriggled then used his feet to sit up turning to his husband who was staring at him with those wide dark eyes of his now that they were no longer a squint. Stunned. Hurt. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he fucked up. He needed to fix it. Shouta looked- Not close to tears, he didn't think that far, but he looked so heartbroken it damn near broke his own heart. His husband looked positively rejected. He needed to fix it now and so he took a deep breath meeting those wide eyes.
"Shouta, baby, you can't do that! You- Are you hurt? Did you- You're not bleeding or anything, are you?" When he got a weak little head shake, he sighed out then chose a sharp look for his husband as he frowned. "Baby, you can't rush! You know that! I want to fuck you, I want you to ride me, but I won't let you do that to yourself!"
"Zashi, I just-"
"No! You take the time to get ready and you take the time to make sure you're properly prepared! You shouldn't do that and I won't let you! Shouta, honey, what is going on in your head right now? Why in the world would you do that?"
"I just-" A pause. Cutting himself off, no doubt to censor what he wanted to say or perhaps to even figure out how to say something without it coming across as wrong. As something that would upset him personally.
Not a chance would he get upset about what Shouta had to say; yes, he was upset and reasonably so by what just happened but he wouldn't be upset for something his husband had to say. Wouldn't be upset to hear an explanation. How could he? He needed to know what was going on with him. The man hadn't whispered a word of how he was feeling, what was going on in his head, and while he didn't have too, Hizashi wanted to help him.
Shouta always bottled his emotions up. Let it fester until it was worse and worse. While he couldn't demand to know every little thought or know every little emotion his husband went through, the least he wanted was a little check in once in a while. Shouta could drop "I feel like shit" today and he would understand it one hundred percent. If Shouta needed space, he'd give it. If Shouta needed cuddles and some affection while he rolled up in his sleeping bag then he'd give it. But this? This wasn't like Shouta at all.
While the black-haired man did get impatient during sex he had never, ever rushed it like this. While he had never bottomed personally, he knew that it had to hurt, and he didn't want that for his husband. He had said it time and time again but he always stood firm by sex being good. His mothers had also drummed that into him when he had his first boyfriend, when he had his first little girlfriend that lasted two months and they still gave him the sex talk over and over.
Sex was supposed to be a little fun, a little silly and it was most importantly supposed to feel good. Both people needed to be consenting, both needed to feel good, and he needed to give what he received. This rushing? It wasn't it. While it had felt good for him for that brief second, he knew for a damn fact it didn't feel good at all to his husband. So why the rush? Why did his husband do that? The way those dark eyes flickered around he knew Shouta was scrounging for an answer. An honest one. And finally, Shouta spoke up.
"I-I feel bad. I've been a dick to you for a week or so now when I was happy after our anniversary and I've been taking it out on you. I want- I need to make you feel good and I just-"
"You don't need to do a damn thing, Shouta, you hear me? You do not need to make me feel good and you do not need to do a fucking thing for me sexually or otherwise! I feel good everyday just being with you, so I don't care if you've been a dick to me! That does not justify you ripping or making yourself possibly bleed because you didn't take the time to prepare yourself right!"
"But I-"
"Listen to me, Shouta, just shut your mouth for five seconds and listen. You don't think that way, you hear me? Just because we're married, just because we're together, does not mean you need or owe me a damn thing. I feel good with you, and I feel good with whatever we do, so don't go forsaking yourself like that. I'm always here, I'm always ready, and I'm willing."
He watched those full lips tremble then move silently before pinching together again. He hated it. He hated that the man looked so distraught. Hated that he felt he needed to rush to make him feel good. That he had to make up for something he didn't have too. Something that didn't need to be made up for. He frowned at the man as those dark eyes flicked down. Like he was ashamed. Embarrassed. Unable to look at him as he spoke when he then leaned in pressing his forehead against Shouta's, letting out a little sigh when he then shut his own eyes. This man.
He couldn't let Shouta feel completely guilty. It truly wasn't all his fault. He had willingly let the man put the handcuffs on him, had willingly let Shouta toss him on the bed and he knew how impatient the black-haired man would get sometimes. It was a risk he took to make Shouta feel better and it was biting him in the ass. Hard. And it wasn't biting only him but it bit Shouta too. And that's not at all wanted he wanted to do. He pulled back, opening his eyes to find Shouta's lashes fluttering as he looked up at him from under them.
"Baby, don't you go pushing and rushing yourself. If you want to make me feel good, ask about it or bring it up and we'll talk about it. I offered today because I do want to have sex with you, but not like this. Absolutely not like this."
"I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Zashi." He sighed at the soft mumble he got as he rubbed his forehead against Shouta's, pulling away to kiss at his cheek softly then up to his forehead. This impatient little man. What was he going to do with him? "I didn't- I guess I just- I don't know what to do with myself. Everything seems too much and I just- It's like the second I get to the school there's fights that I have to break up, I have to run from place to place, and I'm barely sleeping it seems between work and my patrols."
"Which I get, baby, I do! Shit gets busy and we can't always fuck like bunnies, you know? It's okay, baby, really it is!"
"But I just feel like I don't have time for sex anymore and that's not fair to you. Not fair to me. I want you and yet it feels like I'm so fucking tired and so exhausted that I can't think about it. And I just don't want you to get mad at me for it."
"Shouta, I would never ever get made just because we can't have sex! And I get that it seems like it's not fair, trust me I do! But, baby, you can't just-!"
"No! It's not fair at all to you or me! Because I want you, Zashi, all the time, and I don't want you to think I don't. I just- I feel so exhausted some nights I can't do more than to-to jerk off or give a blowjob, it's hard and it's not fair. Shits piling up and I just- I feel burnt out. Especially when I had the best fucking anniversary with you and it's fucked up, I was so happy and physical one moment and now I'm treating you like shit."
"You're not, Sho, you're not! Shit happens, life gets hard, and that doesn't mean one bit you have to apologize to me if you're a bit snappy! You're naturally a grumpy, snappy man so I don't care about that!"
He then pulled back looking at his husband's face; those red cheeks, the wrinkle between his brows, the pout that had formed on his lips and his eyes wouldn't raise up. Wouldn't look at him. As if he were being yelled at, being scolded, and perhaps in a sense he was; he was rebuking the man for his hasty actions. The emotion must have been hitting him harder than he thought if his husband, if Shouta, was rambling and babbling like that. He sighed then tilted his head.
"Shouta, I love you. Very much. But you need to not rush this. It's sex, baby, and that doesn't mean it hurts. It doesn't mean one of us is scared or upset or panicked. It's not supposed to feel wrong. It supposed to mean that we feel good! So we take our time and we have fun with it! Now, do you want to cuddle? Just lie with me? Let it go away?"
He could hear the quiet music now that they weren't speaking or moaning over it, weren't panting raggedly, and he watched the pout intensify for a second to which he clicked his tongue at the sight; his husband was already thinking of ways to make it up to him. He knew that's what he was doing. He wasn't proud to admit it but in those seconds of worry, of that 'wrong, wrong, wrong' panic he had already begun softening and losing his erection to which he didn't mind whatsoever.
Sex was not happening and he wasn't going to let it happen until Shouta was ready for it. Until he was calmer and would take his words into consideration. When those dark eyes raised to him, a touch foggy from his previous pleasure, he knew the answer. "Yeah."
"Come here then and get these cuffs off of me then, baby. "
He turned around just enough for Shouta to reach behind pulling at the little buckles of the cuffs then pulling the off his wrists as he felt a brief little stab of disappointment; to know he wouldn't experience them in their intention tonight but he swallowed it down. He ignored that feeling. He took the cuffs from Shouta tossing them to the floor then reached for his husband who was crawling forward, that pout still on his lips though there was a look of worry to the black-haired man.
As if he was worried about the situation; worried that he really was mad despite his words. And he was upset. Very disappointed. But not mad. He curled, he took a moment to pull the slippery, unsured condom off as arms curled around his shoulders and he tossed the condom towards the foot of the bed knowing he'd regret that later when his feet inevitably brushed against it and scream at the touch.
Knew it. And yet he curled his arms around Shouta's waist tugging him to the side where they twisted together; legs overlapping, arms tightening and hands tracing lightly over his husband's back while fingers twisted into his hair as Shouta's face pressed into his throat. Hiding it. "I'm not mad, baby. Not at all. We'll try again another day, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"I really do love you, Shouta. So much. You're ridiculously idiotic, impatient, and stubborn but that's what I love the most about you. I won't let you hurt yourself like that, though. I'll make a deal with you- No, a promise! Want to hear it?"
"Mhmm."
"The next time we have sex? I'll choose something and we'll turn it into a scenario. A BDSM one. It's been a while, hasn't it?" He got a little nod against his throat as he chuckled kissing those black locks.
A quiet, muffled little sound of his throat. A little confirmation of that nod from Shouta. "Yeah."
"Then next time it'll be a scene. And I'll make sure you feel good, okay? You just come up to me and tell me when you're ready and we'll figure out when we do it, where we do it, how it's done, and what we use. Okay? Does that sound good to you, baby?"
"Sounds perfect." A mumble. He nuzzled his cheek to those black locks despite that lake water smell that clung to him and he tightened his arms around the man's waist as he traced his fingers along his warm skin lightly; little twitches and shivers being his response. "Love you, Zashi. I'm sorry."
"I'm not accepting your apologies, Shouta, but stop saying you're sorry. There's nothing to be sorry about, baby" He got a mumble and he swallowed feeling that faint soreness of earlier when he closed his eyes knowing he'd have to take his glasses and hearing aids before he even thought of falling asleep.
Last time he slept with a hearing aid in, Cosmo had gotten to it and Shouta had refused to take it from her claiming it "is out of my hands" when he whined at the man to take it from the green-eyed cat. And one time he'd woken up with deep indents in his face from sleeping with his glasses on; it was startling as well to wake up with clear vision when he knew it should be blurry. He sighed softly, tightening his arms around Shouta, swallowing again as he nuzzled his cheek to the black locks. Cringing at the lake smell but he hid it.
"Get some sleep, baby, if you're burnt out. You get as much sleep as you need. And we'll come back to this another day. We have unlimited days, weeks, months and years. We have time, baby. All the time in the world."