Clicking keys.
The creaking of the coffee table from his feet pressing lightly to them.
The background sound of Shouta washing dishes.
It was all a comforting, relaxing atmosphere as he reached up scratching at his cheek and shifting in his spot pushing lightly on the coffee table as he then slid his fingers up under his glasses to scrub at his itching eye, taking a deep breath then letting it out. He swallowed down a yawn; he wasn't tired, not that he thought so, but rather he was bored. He had had a long day, after all, but with it being Sunday he needed to have a game plan for his week.
He just had to suck it up. Push through. He stared at the glowing screen before him, scratching his head then nudged his glasses up his nose, and he drummed his fingers lightly on the keyboard as he stared at the half-written email to his assistant at the station. Debating how to continue and wrap up his ideas for the show this upcoming Friday. Shifting in his spot again he crossed his ankles as he fought the urge to jiggle a leg and he felt the annoying want to merely take a break.
To sit and talk with his husband then come back to the email in a few minutes. But he knew himself, he knew he wouldn't get back to it and he would forget about it. He would get distracted, and he wouldn't be able to focus on it. If he stopped be productive he wouldn't get shit done tonight. So, he forced his fingers to move, slowly at first, before the light clicking of his fingers striking at the keys filled the living room again as that quiet music, he had brought from the bedroom into the living room was barely heard.
Nothing distracting but still comforting. He could hear the water shutting off and he blinked at how the silence rang out without that additional background noise. A noise that he hadn't truly noticed had been melting in with the music and the clicking of his keys. He flicked his brows up briefly to himself, forcing his fingers to speed up again when they had begun slowing. He hummed quietly with the music.
Heard the sound of dishes clanking together as they were put away as he then finished up his last sentences and he then began scanning his gaze over the paragraph as he began rocking his ankles lightly. It was easy to scan, to read it over then fuss with the wording and correct any grammar or spelling mistakes he might have made; his brows were tight together as he rubbed his hand across his lips as he read over it again and again.
It was this focus of scanning and reading that ate up most of his attention that while he was aware of footsteps approaching it wasn't processing right away. Funny how they didn't quite click in his head that it meant Shouta was walking closer. It didn't process until he blinked feeling hands rest on his shoulders then slid forward down his chest as arms curled around him. He reached up instinctively, stroking a forearm softly as he felt lips on the back of his head. He nearly melted under the affection as he hummed as Shouta rested his chin on his head.
"Hey, baby. What's up?"
"Mmm, nothing. Finished the dishes." He hummed again when he took one more minute to take a final scanning look over the email when he felt it; a warm, subtle breath against the shell of his ear that sent shivers down his spine.
His next breath hitched when he flexed his fingers out taking a deep breath. It could be a coincidence. It wouldn't be the strangest thing for Shouta to move his head to look over his shoulder and yet he was swallowing down the urge to tilt then twist backwards to face his husband. To stare up at him and curl his hand up into those black locks that he knew would still be damp from the rain.
He always smelled so good from the rain; he couldn't explain it. Maybe it was the heat, the lingering scent from outside or the fact that his cologne was easily detectable but he loved the smell. Loved when his husband smelled like the summer weather outside. He rolled his fingers over the mousepad, clicking on the button to send the email when teeth bit at his ear. Nipping at first with a strangely playful manner.
And then biting down softly, hearing the jewelry of his double helix clicking lightly against Shouta's teeth. Tingles. They raced down his spine, making him shift slightly in his spot as those teeth then bit a touch harder before they seemed to delight in nibbling lightly at the tip of his ear softly. The occasional click of his piercing on the man's teeth. He shivered, the tickling's of arousal making themselves known as he shut his eyes.
"Shouta, what're you doing?" He murmured as he kept his eyes on the screen in front of him, refusing to turn; not yet. Not yet. He felt his stomach dropping, his heart stumbling once or twice before it began flying against his chest in that light, sprinting rhythm.
It seemed to only speed up when he got a low hum from his husband that sent shivers right down his spine from how close it was to his ear. Hands fanned down plucking at his tank top, loose against his chest before sliding a down the neckline sending tingles across his skin as he felt the little hitch in Shouta's breath as he reached up to push his fingers through his hair.
"Wanna tell me what's cookin' in that brain of yours?"
"I've been thinking about what you said on Wednesday. When I rushed."
Oh, he loved that low voice so close to his ear. The warmth of his breath, the low little murmur was pitched deep, and he wanted nothing more than to spin around to find those full lips with his own; to give in and kiss the man silly. Kiss him until they were both gasping for air, squirming and writhing with those little hums and soft little moans spilling into the kiss.
Until he was burning. Shouta's hands were damp and hot from washing the dishes to which he shivered as they slid across his chest. He swallowed as lips pressed against his ear lightly; close to his hearing aid so he could hear the sound but not disturbing its placement with the action. "And you were right."
"You've said that about thirty times since Wednesday, Sho. Is there a reason you're saying it again?"
He was trying hard, hard, hard not to focus on those hands sliding beneath the neckline of his tank top, brushing over his chest sending racing tingles right down to his stomach that dropped and squirmed with the excitement that was bursting into his chest. Taking a deep breath when teeth nipped at his ear again, he fought a shiver at the burst of heat beneath his skin as he licked his lips, surprised by how tight his throat felt.
He loved it. He loved that no matter their positions in the relationship, their roles, that Shouta could still make him feel like a teenager. That he could till feel like that lovestruck fool who would trip over his feet at a single touch from his partner. He loved that Shouta could do very little to get his engines going. Get him burning. It was hard to keep those deep breaths even rather than flying wildly but that was hard.
Very hard when his chest and his stomach felt as if they were working in unison to make him utterly breathless. Making it feel harder to drag in a proper breath between his dropping and squirming stomach and his racing heartbeats. "I want to press it into you that I understand. I've fucked up a lot since you brought up this challenge, first with the choking and then with the cage and now with rushing Wednesday."
"Alright? Shouta, it's okay to fuck up a few times! This is new, baby! Kinks are often risky and sometimes you fuck up with them but just know I don't take them to heart, Sho! Yes, I got unhappy, scared when they did go wrong but can you blame me? It's scary, baby, to do things we haven't done before! But I'm not mad at you, not at all."
"I know, Zashi, and I just- I don't want you to stop everything but I don't want you to think it's too much for me because it's not, Zashi. It's not. I just- I'm impatient. I've always been and you know that."
He paused then, that warm breath against his ear was sending those tingles of excitement, of arousal, right down to his gut as he took a slow breath in through his nose then out through his mouth when teeth once again nipped at his ear as those hands slid down as if to move down near his stomach only to come right back up. The twitches his dick gave had him looking down; as if it were a traitor. Getting excited with no guarantees of what was to happen.
"And I've thought about it a lot. I came to a conclusion."
"And what would that be?"
How could he still be so affected? He twisted those black locks around his fingers, dragging his nails over his husband's scalp earning him a shiver from the man and nails dragging over his own chest making his heart skip over its beat before resuming those frantic beats. There was honestly only so much one person could take; it didn't matter if they were strong-willed or stubborn, determined or weak, there was only so much before a person broke under the weight.
Whether it was a good weight or a bad one, it always happened. And he was very, very close to breaking. To saying fuck it and dragging Shouta to the bedroom right now. Right that second. He just needed the words. Needed to hear it. "Since I'm so impatient, since I can't be trusted, I think I should stop preparing myself for a while."
He hummed softly as he used his free hand to shut the laptop screen, the click surprisingly loud as he felt that breath against his ear shake lightly and he tightened his grip on those locks of hair. Begging, pleading, coaxing for Shouta to say it, say it, say it. He needed to say it already. Say what he knew the man had been hinting and subtly referring to for the past four days. It was agony waiting but he would; he'd stay still, right in place until Shouta would give him the go ahead. Fire the bullet for both of them.
"That being said, I want you to come to bed, Zashi. Come to bed with me?"
"Mmmm, I have the feeling I won't be sleeping when I get there, will I?"
"Neither of us will be."
Groaning low in his throat, he slid the computer off of his lap onto the cushion next to him, tilting his head backwards twisting his face upwards as Shouta let out a fast little breath leaning in quickly and he pulled the man down faster as their lips connected. Slow. He moved his lips lazily, slowly against Shouta's who copied that speed quite happily as a hand on his chest slid up right when he pulled his hand from those black locks to brush his fingers along Shouta's jaw lightly before moving it up pressing his palm to the warmth of his cheek.
He was always so, so warm. Fingers then curled and clung to his wrist, holding his hand there even if he had zero intentions of moving it away. He rubbed little circles into his husband's cheek softly, moving his lips with such delight and the soft shaking breath against his cheek had his stomach dropping airily as he listened to the soft occasional smacking of their lips that was nowhere near as repetitive as their fierce kisses.
He sighed through his nose as Shouta slid his hand from his wrist down his forearm them right back up sending goosebumps over his skin and he felt that traitorous dick twitch with the excitement crawling, ripping through every part of him as if hunting down every available space in him. Clawing, spreading. The lust weaving low beneath that excitement as he felt that warm cheek under his hand beginning to BURN with a blush, he knew would be brilliant in its color if the heat meant anything.
Humming into the kiss as he felt a hand stroking his chest slowly just like the hand moving up and down his forearm. So sweet, so tender. So absolutely, heartbreakingly adoring all without a word. He wanted nothing more than to yank Shouta over the back of the couch, to pull him onto his lap and wrap his arms around his waist to clutch him closer, closer, closer. Slow, lazy and with the hints of heat mingling in with that sweetness had a sigh leaving Shouta this time when he felt the man shift on his feet.
That hand slid up his forearm once again to squeeze his wrist gently sending a wave of excitement through him. He then raised his brows as Shouta released his wrist to grab his hand from his cheek, lips breaking with a rather gentle smack only to feel Shouta pull his hand from his chest then tug at his hand as he began stepping away from the couch to which he hopped off of it happily. Eagerly.
He allowed Shouta to tug him towards the living room doorway to which he swept in lifting his husband up into his arms into a cradle hold making the man yelp as he then walked briskly down the hallway as the shock wore off his husband and those lips then began pressing against his cheek, his jaw, the side of his neck and his shoulder softly in a flurry of movements making that strong urge rip up to turn his head to find those lips again.
But that would be a very bad idea. The last thing he needed to do was trip over a cat or over his own feet because he was too focused on kissing the man rather than making his way to the bedroom; and so he let those lips continue their soft, peppering attacks against his skin making the heat swell beneath it as he squeezed his husband's legs and waist with his hold. As if he could press him tighter to his chest.
He rushed through the kitchen, down their little hallway and he then nodded to the doors which Shouta slid open after pulling his arm from around his chest and he plopped the black-haired man down on the bedroom floor then shut the doors flipping the little lock. He turned to his husband right as hands were reaching for him, the man swaying forward on his feet and he found himself reaching towards his husband's waist tugging him closer making him stumble over his feet as he found those lips again without missing a beat.
He pressed his lips firmly against Shouta, moving slowly as he slid his hands underneath his husband's t-shirt to his lower back and he moved them up loving the warmth radiating underneath his hands when he felt Shouta arch forward pressing his chest tightly to his own, a shiver rolling over him as he then dragged his nails lightly down his back. He felt hands sliding into his hair making his excitement shriek through him; bright, vivid and strangling him as the lust flared underneath his skin.
That desire, that longing, gripped him fiercely making every second he stood there with only shirts and shorts in the way damn near unbearable. He began walking Shouta backwards to the bed slowly; then faster, rushing as the man twisted locks of hair around those fingers that scratched idly at his scalp reminding him of his plan. The very one he had made that Wednesday night. The kiss broke briefly when Shouta wobbled at his legs hit the bed only to crawl up.
Hands slid out of his hair and he reached down grabbing his tank top up and flinging it over his head then to the floor. He was hardly surprised when his husband did the same with his t-shirt which was quickly thrown off to the side. He walked back to the door fiddling with their lights until he got that low lighting that always set the mood he aimed for and then rushed over to the bedside table on his side to tug open the drawer.
He slapped the wipes down on top, found the lube and condoms then pursed his lips staring at the tube. They really did go through a lot that weekend. Didn't he have extra lube somewhere? He'd have to look. He'd look afterwards. The sound of shuffling on the blanket had him looking up to find Shouta sitting up onto his knees then back on his heels as those dark eyes smoldered at him and he saw the little movement of his Adam's Apple when the black-haired man swallowed. Looked hopeful.
"So, baby, you want me to get you ready? Want me to fuck you with my fingers?" A fast yet determined nod was his answer making him smirk widely at the man as he then tilted his head. "Alright, I will. Do you want your collar tonight?"
Heat. Excitement. They burst to life in his husband's face, in his eyes, and he swore if those cheeks weren't so flushed already that they would have flamed with that beautiful color. He smiled when he got another nod with a look of eagerness glinting in those eyes. Bam. Right on the head. He smiled as he placed the lube and condoms down on the sheets then walked around the bed towards the dresser, humming quietly as he listened to the quiet rustling of the blanket when his husband squirmed or shifted his weight.
Had to admit he also felt that excitement. Hell, he didn't even wear the collar but he loved how it looked on his husband. It was only as he was lifting the cable box grabbing that tiny key, placing the box down and sliding it into the lock listening to that quiet little click did he hear Shouta take a deep breath before speaking. "What else are we doing tonight? It's more than just the collar, right?"
He smiled as he pulled open the drawer picking up the collar; it was awe worthy. He'd been frantic to get the order in, to get the customizations done and time it so it would arrive before their anniversary which, thankfully it did but two days before hand. Far too close a call. The collar itself wasn't anything extravagant, keeping in mind that his husband wasn't the flashy type of man, and so while it was awe worthy it was simplistic.
In fact, it was somewhat similar to Shouta's very first collar. It was black leather, a gold trimming along the edges of the collar with two metal hoops that came together for the star of the show; a golden, heart-shaped lock. Of course, he was tempted to get something flashy, something that said 'Daddy's Boy' or 'Kitten' but he decided not to as that would be far too flashy and perhaps even too much for his husband even if he knew he would love it.
So, he settled on this simplistic, beautiful collar for his husband. The hints of gold, the lock and the trimming, positively glowed against Shouta's pale skin and the black of the leather looked beautiful as well. It was an amazing effect and he adored it. He'd wanted to get something with a leash, naturally, yet he had fought against that impulse as well for their first collar. And so he had settled on this one, with the small golden key he would wear around his throat, the thing to unlock that collar was thrilling and the first time he fastened it onto Shouta?
Oh, he saw how fast his husband was positively gone. Right into that subspace the second the lock thumped into place against his skin. He loved it. He loved the effect and he loved that foggy look to his husband's eyes whenever they did anything remotely BDSM related. Hell, any time they did something sexual that foggy look to those dark eyes with his lust, his arousal, never failed to send shudders down his spine.
He pulled the collar out, the key and the lock with it then pushed the drawer shut laying the key to the drawer on top of the dresser before turning to his husband. And those eyes sparkled at him with the excitement, the eagerness as the man crawled towards the edge of the bed as he walked over, meeting him halfway. Shouta lifted his hands up pulling the hair from his neck and shoulders allowing him to slide the collar around his neck humming quietly at the man.
It was funnily enough the same thing Shouta would do back when they first got engaged and bought their first chain; it had been shorter and needed to be clasped on and off. It sparked that deja vu feeling as he did this as well. He'd have to mention it to Shouta later. He forced himself to focus, however, as lifted the chain of the key to his mouth biting it lightly as he pulled the metal loops together then slid the lock into place.
When he pressed down on the arch of the lock, the click as it locked into place, had a magical effect on his husband; as if it was a hypnosis of some kind. When he let the lock fall from his fingers to thump against his skin, he saw the shiver run over Shouta as he dropped his hands allowing his hair to fall around his shoulders again. He then took the chain from between his teeth and slipped it over his head.
He slid his own hands under his hair pulling it up so it rested over the chain, those dark eyes watching him and he could see a hint of that dreamy look in them to which he smiled as he then brought his hands forward cupping his husband's hot, red face. "It is more than the collar. Tonight, we're making all the basic stops; biting and hair pulling."
Shivers. He even saw goosebumps raising over his husband's skin and while he knew it could just be because of the cool air of their bedroom, he knew it was both. Chills and the cool air. "You have free reign to bite me whenever you want, wherever you want, and I'll make sure that if I do bite, I'll make sure it's not on your throat. A shame, really, but I understand it."
"Mhmmm. Real shame."
"It is! Teenagers are ruthless and you don't want to hear Nem making fun of you for them which I understand, so I'll place them anywhere you want! Cover this prettyskin of yours in as many bites as you want, baby." A shiver. The heat in those dark eyes flared at him as he smiled at the man. "So, you tell me if you want them in a specific spot and I'll deliver, okay? Now, I know I always ask but color system?"
"Green, yellow, red. Good, pause and stop."
"Safe word?"
"Emerald."
"And your color right now?"
"Green."
"Good boy." Another shiver from his husband, that dreamy emotion in his eyes seeming to intensify by two simple little words and he smiled leaning down kissing his forehead then the tip of his nose.
Ah, he would forever kick himself in the ass for not doing this sooner; for not taking the risk of trying BDSM with his husband but it was always a hit and miss with people. It was a 'taboo' thing to certain groups of people and agreeable to others so how would he know Shouta would love it so much? That he would love it so much? He kissed his husband's hot cheek then crawled downward to the corner of his trembling lips pressing a kiss to it before shifting over covering them with his own.
Hands reached up sliding around his shoulders as he began moving backwards pulling at him and he happily moved with the black-haired man. He knew he could dive into that slow, easy kiss if he wanted but he didn't. He pressed his lips firmly, allowing for a trace of heat to dictate how his lips moved against Shouta's, how fast he moved them, to which he was delighted to feel the lips against his own copying his movements.
If there was one thing, one thing alone that he loved about his husband was that the man loved kissing; he never needed to say it out loud to him, he just knew his husband loved to kiss and to have those slow make out sessions, because he was the same. Who didn't like kissing? He knew sex repulsed people weren't completely averse to kissing, at least he hoped, as Oboro had been a sex-repulsed asexual but he always assumed that he and Nemuri were running off to have those make out sessions of theirs judging by the flushed cheeks and messy hair.
Kissing was fun, it was amazing, and while not everyone was in the mood to kiss or make out with someone, he found he always was. If he could spend all day, every hour of it, kissing this man then he would. He'd do it in a heartbeat. He deepened the kiss when he climbed onto the bed then flipped over onto his back yanking Shouta on top of himself. He slid his hands against the curve of his husband's waist as the black-haired man fidgeted then straddled him with a breath shaking against his cheek.
The black-haired man responded to the deepening of the kiss with a heat that sizzled and had his own breath shaking on its way out as he made a smooth circuit going up and down his husband's side. Just knowing that lock was swaying, dangling above his own throat was absolutely thrilling; to know that a simple little thing like this was what got his husband far more eager than a regular BDSM scene.
He felt the bed dip from the weight being pressed onto it by Shouta's hands resting on the space right above his shoulders, mindful of his hair and he felt a stab of excitement at the thought of Shouta's fingers in his hair. Of those fingers yanking, pulling, and ripping at his hair until his scalp was screaming for him to stop. Excitement at the thought he'd do the same to Shouta. Tug at those soft black locks, harder and harder until his husband was wailing out and he was squirming frantically as his little lock swayed lightly against his throat.
It was right there behind his eyelids and he could feel his breath hitching, racing faster at those two little scenarios that would be taking place in mere minutes. He dragged his nails down his husband's sides earning him a whimper from the man as he began moving his lips harder, faster against his husband's, and he could feel the eagerness when those lips moved in time with his to which he was helpless to hold a bit of that lust back.
It made that kiss rip with heat that sizzled right down to his core, had him hardening in what he could only jokingly think of as record time; not that he had anything to be embarrassed about as Shouta was already hard against his hip grinding idly against him. It was amazing how one little collar, one little lock, could get him so hard. Could get his husband so damn excited. Sliding his hands down his husband's sides, he arched his own hips up grinding back in time with those tight, idle movements.
A soft moan left his husband and he could feel when Shouta consciously made the effort to grind against him by the way he used pressure, force, and shoved his own hips right down to the bed. He groaned as he slid his hands along his lower back before reaching down sliding his hands down past the waistline of his boxers, his shorts, and gripped his ass tightly forcing his hips forward in a thrust.
He yanked again and again until Shouta was shamelessly alternating between grinding and rutting against him as he moaned at the fierce way lips were pressing against his own. It was sizzling, burning and it was going to scald him if it burned any hotter. He squeezed his husband's ass tightly making sure to dig his nails in lightly prompting a much louder, stronger moan from the black-haired man as he ground his hips up continuously while his husband squirmed and writhed above him.
He parted his lips the moment he felt the tip of Shouta's tongue brush against it, twisting and undulating his tongue instinctively with his husband's the second he could; delighting in the way that tongue flicked and swirled around his piercing was always scalding. God, how fast could one man sink into lust? Sink into the heat without a fight? He thrusted his hips up earning him a moan as breaths huffed against his cheek similar to his own and he bucked his hips rapidly in quick succession of one another making Shouta bounce lightly with each one.
It was as if he had issued an unspoken challenge; a challenge of who could grind harder, thrust harder, and he liked it. Shouta's tongue moved with an eager, desperation to it that he responded in kind and heard his tongue piercing clicking off of teeth, his or Shouta's, he had no clue but he was dissolving far faster than he thought. His world shrinking down to thrusting hips, twisting tongues and that fast panting that was loud in their room; his world shrinking to a single goal.
To appease that burning beneath his skin. He kneaded at the flesh he squeezed tightly in his grip, feeling his husband shiver with the movements only to whimper as he groaned when he jerked upwards eagerly as his husband ground his hips down before thrusting down against him in such a way, he felt a tingle of that emotion from Wednesday mixing with that all too familiar one. Like he was nothing more than a pillow; and he fucking loved it.
He slid one hand out of Shouta's shorts, the whimper he got was astronomically loud as he began reaching over blindly for the lube and condoms only to realize with a stab of absolutely irritation they had fallen off. He'd put them on the edge of the bed and in their climb up onto it they had slid off somehow. He groaned pulling from the kiss turning his head as his husband panted quickly against his own hot cheek as he slid his other hand from his shorts making another whimper fly out of his husband which he remedied by moving his hands up his back comfortingly.
He needed too. If Shouta was in any degree of subspace, then his number one priority only reasserted itself; take care of his husband. Make sure he was fine, he was alright, and he was feeling good. "Ta-Take your clothes off, kitten! Give me- I need to grab them, they fell off!"
The groan he got from Shouta was shiver worthy yet the man climbed off of him with perhaps a trace of eagerness to those movements as he turned towards the edge of the bed, sliding forward twisting off of the edge and reaching down to grab the condoms along with the lube. He kept one hand on the edge of the bed as he did so and used it to push himself up, twisting towards his husband.
In fact, he turned just in time to see the shorts and boxers flying down his husband's legs then being thrown far harder off the edge of the bed at those wide, foggy dark eyes found his again. He shuffled backwards then rolled into a sitting position as he pulled the chain of condoms out, ripping one off then tossed the box off to the side near the pillows and Shouta lunged forward towards him to which he held his hands out for the black-haired man.
"You want Daddy to get you ready? You wanna be a good boy for me?"
"Yes! Yes, please! Fuck me with your fingers, Daddy, please! I'll be good, so good!"
He kissed the tip of Shouta's nose as if to soothe the man- to calm him after his whimpered words- making it wrinkle up gently, adorably as he placed the condom down on the blanket then turned his attention to the tube in his fingers; they had enough for tonight but he needed to check and see if they had more somewhere. If not, he can always go and buy more; it's not like it would drain his bank account.
He used his nails to crack open the top as Shouta crawled between his legs prompting them to spread open for the black-haired man and he squeezed a dollop onto his fingers and put the tube down. He began spreading the lube over his fingers quickly as his husband peppered those sweet little kisses over every inch of his face. He chuckled at how much attention the freckles along the bridge of his nose and cheeks got, his lips curling into a smile when the black-haired man moved down covering his lips which he happily threw himself back into.
The slick noise of the lube being spread over his fingers, the fast breaths and smacking lips were all sending tingles right down his spine as hands slid on his thighs making his breath hitch. He then had the black-haired man lean forward against his chest and as if taking the cue, the implication, his husband fidgeted into a good position as he reached backwards. His next breath choked him, strangled his throat as he reached between Shouta's cheeks right as a hand pressed to his crotch.
Fingers pressed down against the bulge straining against his shorts and the second that palm pressed against him the man began rubbing. He moaned into the kiss as he rubbed his fingers slickly against the twitching hole beneath them listening to the low moan he got from his husband in response. It was damn near electric. His hips bounced up eagerly, moaning into the kiss as he parted his lips the second, he felt Shouta's begin too and he pressed a finger against his hole prompting a whimper from his husband.
Hips arching back eagerly then squirmed his breaths huffing wildly against his cheek. He pressed firmly against him then relishing in the moan that flew out of his husband when he pushed his finger in with a slick movement that sent shivers down his spine; it was- He pulled back from the kiss gasping a breath in as his husband chased after his lips to which he allowed for three fast, burning kisses as he began thrusting his finger.
"Have- Did you masturbate lately, kitten?"
The way those lips trembled wordlessly, eyes wide as they stared at him had waves of heat burning underneath his skin; had his stomach squeezing and dropping excitedly. His heart was pounding sickeningly fast as he fought the urge to giggle deviously, wickedly at that surprised look. Fuck if it wasn't adorable and arousing all in one go. It made him want to absolutely shower the man with every bit of affection and pleasure that he could. Anything to make him euphorically happy again.
"You have, haven't you? It won't- Mmm! Won't take much to get you ready, now, will it? Ah, fuck! D-Do it more, l-like this, kitten, like this!"
He reached down grabbing Shouta's wrist pressing his hand down harder, moving it faster and he strangled the moan in his throat as Shouta whined softly as thrusted his finger quicker into the man creating that slick noise that merely added to the lust, the absolute desire that was clawing higher and higher. Leaving him writhing, squirming and moaning beneath the heat of it beneath his skin as he pressed his middle finger against his husband, pressing against his hole earning him a moan from the man as he began moving his hand without the need of his coaxing.
Meeting those foggy dark eyes, seeing the dreamy quality to them, had him shuddering. Especially when they stared right back into his with all the boldness and heat that seemed to be burning out of him as the man then leaned forward pressing his lips to his cheek. He honestly expected those full lips to cover his again and kiss the damn soul out of him. No, those lips trailed down his cheek slowly as if taking the time to brush those lips against his skin.
Coming down to that spot just below his jaw that he always targeted on Shouta. He felt eager, excited, to see where it was going. What his husband going to- He startled even himself with the cry that left his lips when Shouta bit down fiercely on the side of his neck, digging his teeth into the flesh and sucking fiercely at the skin as he thrusted his finger awkwardly before wriggling then pressing his middle finger into Shouta.
The moan he got vibrated against his skin was positively, one thousand percent arousing; sliding his finger in, he moaned loudly as those teeth dug in deeper making the pain throb and radiate along his neck yet he didn't breathe a word for his husband to stop. Didn't want him too. It was- God, he was flying in his skin. Burning, sizzling, and the tight heat around his fingers alone had him eager.
Very eager. Yet he needed to stay somewhat calm; he couldn't allow himself not to get so wrapped up in the thoughts, in the heat, and give in recklessly when he needed to look after his husband. Needed to take care of him while he was in his subspace., However, it was cresting higher, higher, higher as those teeth seemed intent on ripping into him creating that throbbing, burning pain. Especially with those fingers rubbing at him with that delicious, toe-curling pressure that had the pleasure pooling into his stomach making him moan.
He thrusted both of his fingers into his husband slowly. Slow, he needed to be slow. The slick noise was damn quiet yet he could hear it; even if he didn't, he knew the sound it would make and it had him biting at his lip to muffle a moan that he knew would have hurt both his and Shouta's ears. It strangled low in his throat as those teeth bit down hard before pulling away and those fast breaths fanning out over the slick skin was sending chills down his back as he thrusted his fingers a few more times before he scissored them outwards.
The moan he got from Shouta was shiver worthy as he pressed against those muscles, feeling the man tremble against him as he continued flexing his fingers out until he whimpered and then pressed them together thrusting them a touch quicker into the heat. Relishing in the way the muscles trembled and squeezed around his fingers as if intent on keeping them there. As if he could physically keep those fingers inside of him.
He was yanked out of his thoughts when teeth bit at his jaw, the pain bright and vivid making him moan as Shouta dug his teeth into the edge of his jaw sucking fiercely at the skin; he loved, loved, loved the thought of a bruise being left there. Anything he could look and gawk at. To touch, trace the shape of it and remember; a physical, delicious little reminder of this. It bordered on that painful, fierce pain however given those teeth were digging into a bone and yet he wasn't going to breathe a word. He scissored his fingers out again pulling another moan from Shouta when he then reached his free hand up and tugged on his husband's collar.
Shouta had always said there was just something about the leather biting into his skin when he pulled at it that got him hot. Turned him on like nothing else. A little tidbit he remembered. That initial moan that had left his husband crested higher as he squirmed jerking his hips backwards as he began thrusting his fingers into him again rubbing at the inner walls; looking, searching as he flexed his fingers up pushing as deep as he could.
He knew he found it when the black-haired man jolted with a whimper as he pulled away from his jaw, gasping wildly and he shuddered as his husband slid his hand up from his crotch to the waistline of his shorts where they paused. He nodded when the man kept his fingers in place without so much as a twitch. Stopping as if coming back to himself. When he nodded, gave that okay, the fingers dove down, pushing and wriggling into his boxers.
Delighting in wrapping fingers around the base of his erection as Shouta's lips began feathering across his shoulder to which his next breath hitched in at when teeth scraped over his shoulder. Oh, he loved being bitten up. He wanted nothing more than to be covered in those bite marks. To be covered everywhere, any possible place on his body with hickeys, bites and scratches marring his skin.
It was all he wanted from Shouta and all he needed; a reminder, a little physical memory of moments like these. To know his husband wanted him that much to leave a mark. He whined bucking his hips up as that hand began stroking him slowly, taking its time going up and down though he knew by the way they twitched against him, the annoyed little grunt leaving his husband, that he wanted to move faster.
He felt the same. He loved Shouta's hand jobs; he had magic hands, something he absolutely enjoyed and he wanted nothing more than to receive a proper one as he rubbed those tight little circles against his husband's prostate. Teeth sank down on his shoulder with a loud, bursting moan left the man as he continued rubbing against the spot until hips arched and rocked backwards. He whined when Shouta squeezed his erection subconsciously while those teeth sank down hard, hard, hard.
Loving when he began sliding his fingers up and down against his prostate feeling his husband twitch and jolt with the waves of pleasure it no doubt created if those moans and groans meant anything about how good it felt to which he felt a burst of pride. His breaths rasped in and out, his chest heaving against Shouta's as he felt similar pants against his shoulder where that pain blistered, burned and throbbed to which he bucked upwards desperately into his husband's hand.
He slid his fingers away from that delicious little spot in favor of thrusting his fingers then scissoring his fingers outwards; he hadn't been wrong, whatever Shouta had been doing in his own time hadn't left him with that usual tightness. In fact, that though had him squirming as he moaned letting his head fall back with those clumsy strokes. There was something about the thought, the idea, of his husband touching himself that was far more arousing now that he knew what it looked like and what his husband did when he masturbated.
It was right there, right in his mind ready for him to bring up and it had him squirming again when those teeth left his shoulder as he whined as Shouta moved over nipping happily at his collar bone before biting down fiercely sending a burst of pain across his skin as he cried out when the man used all that force, all that harshness right away. His pants scraped his throat raw, drying out with each lungful of air he took, and he whined when those teeth bit harder down on his collar bone.
Scissoring his fingers out again pushing at those muscles. He would make it his mission that the muscles were relaxed as possible that way it wouldn't hurt his husband and especially after Wednesday's wrongness. He didn't want Shouta to feel a single bit of discomfort. But he was getting impatient. It was a strange, desperate heat that was sizzling him as he whimpered when the teeth lifted from his collar bone and then sank into his left shoulder fiercely making that pain burn across the skin, throbbing from the pressure of the bite.
He moaned loudly squirming, bucking and arching beneath Shouta's hand and mouth. He loved the quiet huffing little moans from his husband each time he scissored his fingers out and thrusted them quickly into the man; he didn't want to rush but damn if he didn't want to. He wanted to rush through this bad. When those teeth left his shoulder, those warm puffs leaving his husband had him shivering when the man jerked his hips back meeting a thrust.
Then he pinched that lock again tugging it up making that head tilt backwards as foggy, smoldering eyes locked onto his as a whimper left the man. Those full lips trembled as they formed silent words, dark brows tugging together tightly and he felt a stab of worry; was something wrong? Did something happen that he hadn't realized he did? Was he-? "Da-Daddy, I want-!"
A gasp left his husband, heaving his chest against his own as he scissored his fingers out loving the low, throaty moan leaving his husband. Pushing at those muscles until he felt them trembling against them in an attempt to clench up and he shuddered at the feeling. It was a giddy sensation to feel even the little tremble when he pressed his fingers together, burning at the way his husband squeezed up aruoind his fingers tightly. Clenching tightly around them with a whimper.
"What, kitten? What do you want from Daddy?" He saw a shudder break out over his husband, the crooning tone doing the job he hoped it would as he got another wild, cracking whimper from his husband when he pushed out his fingers once again until those muscles trembled. Quivering with the attempt to bring his spread fingers together again. "Come on, kitten! Tell Daddy what you want from him! Tell me, like the good boy I know you are."
A third, wild whimper left his husband wordlessly before those lips trembled and he heard him take a breath before speaking. "I want y-you to fuck me! It's- Nnngh! It's fine! I s-swear! It's okay! I want you to f-fuck me! Please? Please? P-Pull my hair and fu-fucking pound me into the bed! I want- Mmm! I want you t-to touch me and to fuck me so good! So please? I wa-want your cock! It's- Hnnn! I love your fingers but I want m-more! More, please? I just- Ah! Ahh, please!"
"You really want my cock that bad, huh? You want it so bad you're shamelessly begging for it?"
The whine he got as he thrusted his fingers a few times, fighting a shiver when those muscles tightened around them, and scissored them out pushing against the clenching muscles when he leaned in kissing the tip of his husband's nose then down, he kissed that top lip, moving away when his husband attempted to catch both of his. He was burning, burning, burning, and he knew that Shouta's skin would be just as feverish as his own.
He tugged on his husband's collar before tilting his own head at the whine, the impatient little wriggle from his husband, and he raised his brows. "Look at you, so excited! You want me to fuck you good? You want Daddy's cock that badly? Then turn around and get on your hands and knees. No putting your chest down, you stay on your hands and knees, kitten, you understand me? Stay up."
When he released the collar that hand down his pants, fingers that had stopped and merely squeezed him, flew out of as his boxers as his husband crawled backwards turning around to which he then pushed his own boxers and shorts off tossing them to the floor then reaching for the condom. He ripped open the wrapper, pulled the slippery ring out and reached down rolling it onto his erection as it twitched beneath his fingers then reached over for the lube; it was going to be the last of it but he didn't mind at all.
He squirted the remaining lube into his palm then reached down to rub it over the condom, hatting how it dripped down his wrist but with his slick fingers he turned to his husband and using that excess lube on that twitching hole. He then shifted on his knees positioning himself behind his husband as he reached out grabbing his hips angling them a touch lower, looking down when he heard the rustling and smirked at the squirming feet on the sheets, then looked up to find those foggy eyes on him.
Burning, scalding. He tugged those hips backwards as he leaned forward, humming quietly at the moan he got form the black-haired man as he slid forward rubbing himself against him, the slick noise created from the action sent chills down his own spine. It was amazing he wasn't gasping, wasn't pulling those lungful's down as he shifted his hips, pressing the head of his erection to his husband's hole making the man whimper with a squirm to.
Utterly breathless. He was utterly breathless as he let his smirk widen as he pressed, pressed, pressed teasingly before pushing in. The punched-out cry that left his husband was mesmerizing; an exasperated, delighted sound as he slid forward so smoothly that even he was dizzy when his hips pressed tightly to his husband who whimpered then as he slid a hand from his hip. He dragged his nails along his lower back, grinding against the black-haired man who maned in that low, throaty pitch that had him swallowing a groan.
He could stay like this all night. He wouldn't even have to move; he could stay tucked in that heat, the feverish skin of his husband's sliding and brushing against his own, hands tracing and nails dragging all without needing the sex. He could do that. However, as much as he liked that idea, he could do it later. They could talk about it later. He failed at muffling his own loud moan that trembled on its way out, his hips instinctively pulling back and thrusting forward when the muscles quivered and clenched around his erection so deliciously.
He swore he could die right now and he'd do it happily. Once that first thrust was delivered, he was sinking into a shallow, sow rhythm that his husband moaned at meeting those thrusts easily enough as he rocked on his hands and knees which had him shivering at the sight those black locks slithering across his skin and spilling over his shoulders. It had to be hanging in his face annoyingly.
Shouta always hated it but Hizashi thought he looked sexy. Unbearably, unfairly sexy with those black locks spilling and framing his red face, caressing his cheeks and tickling his own skin if the man dipped his head low enough. Ah, he promised something, didn't he? He had let Shouta bite him all over, on his shoulders, his neck, his jaw. Hell, if they had another round he'd let him bite him harder and point out areas for him to take; his thighs, his hips, his sides and even his ears if he was lucky enough and that thought had him moaning out.
He began pulling back farther for those long thrusts he knew his husband adored the most. Judging by how eagerly his husband rocked backwards to meet his forward thrusts he knew he was right on the money; he got what he wanted from Shouta, however, as those faintly throbbing spots reminded him to make good on his side of it. He had promised, after all. Had said he would. The sound of his palm brushing across that feverish, pale skin of his husband's back had his lashes lowering.
Struggling with the effort of keeping them over felt good; a struggle to keep them open when they felt so heavy was his favorite thing. To feel so good, he wanted to close his eyes was amazing. It was like a dream, watching his hand slid up the man's back and listening to those pants race faster with hitches in them from Shouta who was squirming with a whimper breaking out; as if he knew exactly where that hand was going.
What he was going to do with it. Any other time he would say it was normal for his hand to find Shouta's hair; to slid and twist into those black locks delightedly whenever he could but this time, he was doing it for the intent of trying to spark that same burning pleasure he'd felt when those teeth sank into him. He growled when the black-haired man jerked his hips back faster, coming back harder making him wobble on his knees a few times.
It was an instinctive response when he slammed forward harshly a few times himself as he slid his hand into Shouta's hair and right as the man tried forcing him to go faster when he had sank back into his long, slow thrusts he yanked. He used his fistful of hair to jerk his husband's head back, pulling at the locks with what he hoped was the right amount of strength and with what he hoped was enough of a grip he had on those locks.
The moan he got told him everything he needed to know; he did it right. That moan trembled, high and delighted as he groaned when those hips jerked backwards with those same harsh and fast movements to which he was helpless to respond too. Like it was a challenge to see who would break first; who would dissolve into that slamming, pounding pace they adored. He abandoned that slow speed; didn't need it a moment longer as he settled into an easy, normal range of speed as he listened to the squelching as a result.
A sound that had his own toes curling tightly as he thrusted forward. He tightened his fingers tugging lightly at those locks which earned him another loud moan from his husband that had his stomach squeezing tightly as the pants flying out of his husband seemed far too fast, far too ragged, and yet his own weren't any better. Gasping, gulping and heaving for air to satisfy his lungs and appease that unbearable excitement; as if each breath he took would appease the lust that was eating him alive from the inside out.
Eating him fast until nothing remained. He had to admit he wasn't as pent up as he assumed; no, he had been fine and he had been content with those hand jobs and blowjobs traded between himself and Shouta in the downwards spiral of life ruining that euphoric glow in his husband from their anniversary. He didn't mind it one bit. But to be here in the moment, to feel the shiver worthy heat and the way those muscles trembled and clenched around him in pulses that came randomly or intermittently had him burning up.
It made him feel helpless as he thrusted into the heat again and again, desperate to five forward the second he pulled back. It was good. It was so, so good and he was glad Shouta had taken those four additional days to think on what he said. While Shouta rarely needed to be scolded, the man DID get unbearably impatient and while he loved that about his husband, it never failed to come back and bite him in the ass.
Ohh, speaking of biting and asses, if he ended up eating out his husband like he wants him too then he was going to place marks of his own; he was going to bite that ass as hard as he can as he left hickeys on the pale skin. He shuddered at the thought, at the mere idea of how loud his husband would get when he did so, and he moaned out when his husband snapped him to attention by clenching up tightly around.
He wanted to have more restraint, wanted to have more patience with the man, but he didn't want to seem hesitant to the man given he was anything but hesitant. Well, maybe there was a dash of it, but he could work with it. He slowly let his hips speed up; pulling back faster then flying forward with a touch of strength that created a light slapping sound of their skin meeting and the enthusiastic, encouraging moan he got from Shouta spurred him on.
Faster. A little faster. The ragged, fast panting and that light slapping, the squelching of the lube and the breathless noises filling the air were sinking him deeper into a strangely euphoric state. As if he was finally getting relief for an ache he hadn't known been there. An ache that had been itching, nagging and building without him noticing. He groaned as he squeezed the hip in his grip when his husband thrusted back particularly hard making him wobble backwards with the hit.
It had him positively burning at the way that lust, that pleasure, flamed through him as he then returned that hit with a yank on those locks. He released a quiet little grunt as his glasses slipped down his nose though the sound was shadowed by the cry that left Shouta as he pulled at the locks forcing his head backwards at an angle and he wondered if the collar would crease; if the leather would be affected by it. It was relatively new so maybe not?
He didn't know but he already knew he had a second collar for his husband; another surprise for him. This one would have a leash with it and he knew his husband was going to go nuts over it. He already begged to wear his current collar to bed, even going so far as to hold the lock in his hand as he refused until Hizashi had to forcibly unlock the collar and pull it off of him as those dark eyes widened at him.
It worried him; he didn't know what protocol was for wearing it to sleep and he didn't want his husband to choke from it somehow in his sleep. He knew it was irrational to worry about but he didn't want it to hurt his husband and scare him away from collars altogether. He heard nails dragging over the sheets, knowing his husband had those fistfuls to hang on to the bed like he would fly away any moment.
And if he understood anything about subspace from his research and his many articles deep dives, he knew his husband was positively soaring. Euphoric. He was having the time of his LIFE and he wanted it to go further. Wanted to enhance and build upon that sensation if he could. He could hear the nearly silent sound of that lock clicking against the loops of the collar with the man's movements and it sent shivers down his spine at the thought it was swinging like little tiny pendulum against his husband's throat.
Flying forward then thudding back down to his skin with soft hits. Oh, that was good. God, when was the last time he had even fucked Shouta in doggy style? He did it from behind a lot, he pinned Shouta on his back a lot and of course the man rode him like there was no tomorrow; they had experimented with a few positions but he needed to look into more that they could use. So many more.
Clawing at his husband's hip, tugging at those black locks, he began using more strength as he flew forward and pulled back much faster; no longer hesitant, settling into that fast and hard rhythm he used. Not letting go completely and yet not tip toeing around it. He cried out when his husband clenched tight around him, squeezing and relaxing around him sporadically making him shake with the heat it sent after him.
His blood seemed to burn right through his veins. He gasped as he thrusted forwards harder making the man rock on his hands and knees when he saw those shaking arms; knew his husband wouldn't give in so easily but he knew it had to be hard to stay upright. Hell, he didn't blame him. He tried to hide it when they were done but damn if they didn't shake when they finished. He knew already he wouldn't be able to stand properly, knew his legs wouldn't handle his weight without shaking.
Knew he'd be on his ass in a matter of seconds the moment he attempted to stand. To which he understood how his husband's arms had to feel; determined to hold himself up but weak with the arousal, the lust that was circling in a never-ending cycle as it was fed between one another constantly. He strangled down a whine only for it to crest into a moan that came out high, trembling and stuttered causing his husband to flinch.
He hissed at himself under his breath when he had instinctively clawed at his husband's scalp as well yet the man didn't vocalize any pain. And he didn't expect him too; he had to be far more in control, needed to be far more aware of what he did. He let his gaze flick down to those white knuckled hands, trembling like his arms and he groaned low in his throat wanting nothing more than for those hands to bury themselves into his hair.
To yank, pull, and claw at his scalp until he was wailing out from the pain it brought. He shivered at the idea, of those fingers tugging at his hair, and he knew if he didn't do it now then later, he would. If Shouta was just as insatiable tonight, if he wanted more, and he got the pleasure of being able to go down on his husband then he knew those hair pulls would be returned happily as he bit those pretty pale thighs of his.
Blinking, he looked to Shouta when he heard those little puffs of air; tiny sounds of words starting then cutting off with a moan or a whimper flying from the man making his head tilt. He wanted to say something; he shivered when Shouta jerked back with a strong, hard hit that had his stomach squirm yet those same soft sounds continued leaving his husband until he was able to form the words.
"Pu-Pull more! More! It h-hurts so gooood! So good! Mmm! Ah! Yes! I want- Need more! More, Da-Daddy! I need it! Need it bad!"
He groaned low in his throat as he readjusted his hold on those dark locks, gathering as much as he can in his hand then yanked back forcing his husband's head back as far as it could possibly go pulling a cry from the man that rang as if coming from every single inch of his body. As if his very being was producing that pleasured cry. It had heat, shivers, ripping their way over him as he pulled with as much as strength as he allowed to get that head back.
And the wild, cracking pants from his husband told him it was exactly what he wanted. Wild, so fast he was sure the man's throat had to be absolutely dry by this point and he could see his back moving much like his chest did with those ragged breaths. Crying out again when he tugged even a bit, his head tilting back a touch more until he was sure it could go back no more. It was thrilling to hear. To feel his husband positively writhing against him with the pleasure of such a simple action.
"Yesss! Yes, yes! Hnnn harder! Fu-Fuck me harder! Faster! I want- Nngh! Faster, faster! I want- So close! I'm- It's so close! I- Ahhn! Ah! Please! Please! Fuck me! I- Fuck, yes! Oh, fuck, yes! It's so- Mmmmff! Good! So good! Haah, haah, please!"
Another shiver. Another wave of heat. He groaned knowing damn well he shouldn't give in so easily; a part of him insisting he shouldn't spoil his husband so much and yet there was a larger, greater part that howled for him too. That it had been a while so why not? Why not go wild? He grits his teeth when those muscles squeezed tightly around him, a snapping snarl flying out of him through his clenched teeth.
Yanking furiously at those black locks earning him another wail from his husband who jerked backwards eagerly as he allowed his hips to fly backwards then slam forward harshly. Slamming hard against his husband, the man rocking forward on his hands and a moan flew out of him that was so enthusiastic and encouraging that he adopted that slamming, pounding rhythm. The sound of their skin slapping together, the small bead of sweat dripping down his cheek as his glasses slid down to the tip of his nose were all little things that were enhancing it.
His glasses, however, where an irritating thing. He grunted with annoyance as he reached up tugging them off then tossing them towards the pillows as he slid his hand along Shouta's hip reaching down underneath to grip the twitching erection. Squeezing his fingers around it tightly before stroking quickly making cry leave his husband. His pants hitching and rasping loudly much like Shouta's.
He was burning, burning, burning and he was right there with his husband; right on that growing, clawing orgasm he felt tightening low in his stomach and going nowhere but up. "God, you're such a good f-fucking boy! A damn good boy, you know that?"
The whimper he got from his husband, the twitch of that erection in his hand as he slid his hand up to roll his thumb against the slick head got him a jolt from his husband who let out another high, reedy sound. He loved it. Two little words was all it could take to tear his husband a part; a few mean words worked as well. He had found his perfect balance of praise and degradation; he knew how to use it just right to make his husband melt into putty in his hands any time he wanted.
He moaned out when those muscles quivered and tightened around him, the hits of those hips meeting his own had him squirming with Shouta; squirming, writhing, and clinging to the locks of hair in his hand as fiercely as his husband clung to the blankets. "I'm g-gonna fuck you all night long, you hear me? All night! I can't- Mmm! Ah, shit! Fuck, you're my pretty boy! So good just for me! Are you Daddy's good boy?"
"Yessss! Yes! Yes, I am! Such a good boy!"
"Then cum with me? Cum with D-Daddy?"
It felt too soon, far too soon, but it was rather hard to stop an orgasm in its tracks and he didn't want to edge himself tonight; he didn't have that patience. That will power. And he knew that his husband didn't either; so, he settled for tugging, yanking fiercely at those black locks even if it was impossible for his head to be yanked back further and yet the moan he got from his husband sent shivers right down his spine.
Tingles racing to that growing orgasm. It was dizzying how desperately he needed to fly back into that tight heat the second he pulled back and to relish in the quivering, tight muscles that were squeezing tighter, tighter, tighter. He had to work harder when yanking his hips back and thrusting forward which resulted in harder hits against Shouta who wobbled on his hands and knees, those moans cresting higher as he stroked his erection quickly in time with his thrusts as he gritted his teeth again.
It was blinding already and it hadn't even crashed over him yet; the pressure was too much. It felt too much. He hissed in his breaths through his teeth as those moans from his husband spiraled upwards, higher and louder making him double down on his tasks; yanking and pulling on his hair, stroking him faster and squeezing to create what he knew would be a good pressure on the twitching throbbing shaft.
It earned him a wild howl from the man as his hips jerked backwards harder, faster, and in a frenzy of movement he responded to it happily; he was gasping, burning hotter, hotter, hotter and he could feel his thighs shaking. God, if only he had two more hands. Two more to grab that waist and yank at Shouta. He could feel his husband clenching up and he decided to quickly angle his hips so that when he slammed forward again, he would hit it.
The howl that left his husband damn near bordered on a scream or a wail as he relaxed his jaw panting quickly. Hell, if he thought that tightness was good before then it was nothing compared to how fiercely those muscles squeezed at him each time he made sure to hit his husband's prostate making the man jerk and jolt against him. When he heard a slurred, wailed version of his name he was done for.
He thrusted forward in a frenzy, the slapping of their skin meeting from those hits ringing out and he flew forward hitting against his husband as those arms seemed to give out judging by the wail given yet his hand in those locks kept him up. He trembled as he ground forward desperately, tensing up as his orgasm crashed, snapped and burned right through him to his very core. He didn't think on the frequency, the pitch of his own shout until his husband was jerking and twitching with a little wince.
Bit at his lip to strangle the noise as the muscles in his thighs jumped, the muscles in his abdomen tensing as he squeezed his eyes shut. The throbbing erection in his hand felt just as frantic as his own even as his orgasm ebbed out of him allowing him to sigh out and it felt like the weight of the world rolled off of his shoulders. Off of him. Every stressor, gone. Every aggravating moment? Forgotten.
He swallowed releasing the softening erection in his hand when his husband whined at him and he slid backwards pulling out of his husband then letting out another sigh in between his pants as he worked his hand out of those dark locks carefully watching Shouta push up on his knees, twisting towards him reaching out to which he replied in kind as he slid his arms around his waist tugging him to his chest.
"S-Such a good boy." He loved the weak shiver in response to his murmured words, kissing the top of his husband's hair that was wildly tangled up and he knew he'd have to work out those knots for him in a bit but for now he rubbed his husband's back up and down gently, sliding his left hand around to come up grabbing the lock dangling from the collar feeling his husband squirm. "I l-love you, baby boy. So much."
"Mmmm, l-love you too, Zashi."
"You w-wanna take a bath with me?" He murmured again as he slid his hand up the center of his husband's back when he got a little nod as lips attacked his throat with those peppering kisses from earlier only for the man to nuzzle his face into it, his breaths hot as he struggled to catch his breath.
It made him chuckle lazily as he continued drifting his hand up and down. Swirling his fingers in little patters along the sweaty skin as he swallowed then took a deep breath kissing the top of his head yet again happily. That face hidden away in his throat, the space quickly becoming hot from his husband's breaths as he panted frantically in an effort to calm himself and hands clutched at him fiercely. As if he would disappear in a few seconds.
He nuzzled his cheek to the top of his head, relishing in the messy and chaotic locks brushing against his face; tickling the skin, tickling his nose, and yet he didn't mind it one little bit. So soft. It was perhaps one of the softest things on Shouta given he always pushed better hair products on his husband. God, the day he found his husband used one of those three-in-one bottles he'd been horrified. Got him separate soaps. Still did. And his hair was so, so soft because of it.
Just like his lips were when he used Chapstick. Just like his skin was occasionally when he used lotion. When he got a squirm, he tugged himself out of his lazy thoughts with a chuckle as he rubbed his hands up and down his back again. "Okay, okay! We'll take a b-bath in a few minutes."
"Mmmkay. Can I k-keep it on?"
He didn't need Shouta to elaborate on what he was asking to keep on; he'd have to be an idiot, a true idiot not to know his husband was talking about his collar. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to keep it on in the bath? Or if he wanted to, then he could unlock it, clean all he could, and put it back on when he went to blow dry and brush out his husband's hair afterwards. So, he nodded making a happy sounding sigh to leave Shouta, the shake of it making him smile softly as he tightened his arms around the black-haired man.
"Thank you, Zashi."
"Any time, baby! Any time!"