Shouta loved to sleep in. He loved to lay in bed, the sheets twisted around his shoulders, as his knees bent up and spread apart to accommodate whatever cat just so happened to wedge themselves between them, the cats pressed to his back like purring balls of comforting warmth as three or so cats fought for dominion over the pillows. Disgusting as it was, but he even loved that patch of drool on the pillow that always remained warm only to cool when he moved his face in his sleep.
While he knew it was gross, it was still strangely comforting when he rolled over or rubbed his cheek to the pillow. He loved those mornings when he could just roll over, stuff his face into the pillow and go right back to sleep after getting comfortable again; when he could curl up on his side with his knees bent up as he twisted slightly in that not-quite-on-his-stomach-but-not-on-his-side position that he adored.
There was nothing better than sleeping in because that meant he could lay in bed with his husband as long as possible; arms slid snuggly around his waist, a chest to his back that moved slowly with those even, deep breaths of sleep that would warm the back of his neck or his shoulder depending on where Hizashi nuzzled his face too. Sometimes when Hizashi was pulled away for those god-awful early morning patrols, the man would change into his costume, come home, strip and throw his pajama's back on then crawl right into bed.
Once he did he would bicker with the cats for the space to curl and spoon him instead until they were fitted together without missing a beat. Those were good mornings. In fact, it was Tuesday morning when he was twisted on his back, legs spread awkwardly, and his head at an ungodly position due to Cosmo taking up his pillow and Hizashi curled into his chest that he had a wonderful idea for what he wanted to try off of the list.
After their hair pulling, biting excursion, his skin along with his scalp was quite sore from how he had begged for harder, harder, harder and even his husband winced when he pulled a brush through his hair; it was reckless and the bites had transformed into deep bruises that had his face burning when he saw the one placed upon Hizashi's jaw. How he forgot he did that, he would never know, but it was embarrassing.
Even if Hizashi would claim it was a punch from someone, just knowing that he put it there was mortifying. He'd been unable to look at Nemuri when she smirked at him. He'd tried to swallow his irritation when Yagi had questioned Hizashi on the mark then fussed over it before turning to Shouta asking if he knew anything about it. He hated it. However, what he hated the most, was the excitement he saw in his husband any time they were alone.
Because he had given an idea. A choice of what he wanted off of the list; he wanted to use the plugs. He wanted to do something with them but he had been unsure as to what which led to his husband building on the idea with a disgusting, horrible idea. Hizashi had built upon it by suggesting he wear the plugs and go up in the sizes gradually throughout the day but that wasn't all; no, that would be far too easy according to the blonde.
The disgusting, lewd idea his husband had come up with was just that; it would involve come. The blonde wanted him to hold as much as he possibly can throughout the day as they went larger with their plugs, wanted to fill and add to the amount he could hold and Shouta wasn't sure if he found it intriguing or disgusting to do something like that. He had grimaced, staring at the man with an unveiled look of absolute disgust but the blonde's green eyes had sparkled at him when he insisted that he looked interested through that disgust.
The conversation had been laid to rest when Eri and the boy, Kota, had come in for their afternoon snack during their playdate. It had been dropped, forgotten about, until Thursday when Shouta had woken curiously with the idea once again in his mind and with Hizashi's little suggestion playing a larger factor to it than he would like. It was disgusting. Crude. It was the worst thing they could do, and yet he wanted to know.
He wanted to try that. When he'd shaken his husband up, they had discussed it once again; his initial idea, Hizashi's suggestion, and it led to perhaps one of the most embarrassing trips to a sex store in his life when Hizashi babbled happily with the cashier about the sizes they already had. A volume he considered astronomically loud. There had been little he could do but look away or nod mutely when a question was aimed his way as his face ripped with heat until he was all but dragging his husband out of the store once everything was paid for.
He regretted it now but he had ignored the cashier's cheerful hope that things went well for them to which he had gnashed his teeth. He knew it was customary but it did nothing for the throbbing blush in his cheeks as he tugged his husband out onto the sidewalk right to the car as fast as he possibly could. Once it was done, however, and they had a brand-new shiny set of plugs in the back seat that Shouta had thrown back there with a rustle of the plastic bag.
It led them to another hurdle to jump over; Hizashi's idea. It wasn't simple nor was it easy to figure out. No one -absolutely no one- could come so many times in one day and so Hizashi had happily declared an idea; they store it. He bought a little cup of something of the sort to store it in and they could keep it chilled or frozen then let it dethaw it when they went to use it. Of course, not possible.
He had argued they didn't have a freezer like what they had at sperm banks; that their freezer wasn't good enough. Besides, he'd be damned if their children saw something like that in their freezer or fridge like it was nothing more than a frozen meal or condiment cup. Absolutely not. This then led to his husband promising to find a way and he wanted to say he hated how those eyes sparkled at him when he said it but he couldn't.
Even now. Of course, he had no clue what his husband meant by 'finding a way' but some part of him felt like he didn't want to know. He hadn't breathed a word of it to his husband and he thought the blonde was going to let it die down for a bit; until he woke up that morning. He'd been on his back, his husband curled on his chest as their legs twisted together and yet the moment his lashes fluttered open long before his alarm went off, the blonde had jerked up.
It was like having an overexcited puppy startling the cats around them as well and the question had been asked quickly; did he want to try? He didn't know how to answer so he'd nodded mutedly, confused as he was hit with the question in those first few seconds of waking and he hadn't understood what his husband meant at first only for it to click and oh, he did not like blushing upon waking.
He'd snapped into a dizzy, confused realization as his face burned but he didn't retract his answer; Hizashi, of course, asked when he was far more alert with a look of worry yet he stood firm. He would do it. Disgusting as it would come across, he would try to do it. And so that morning, when they were showering together, they had started. It was embarrassing, unbearably mortifying when his husband had popped up with a little cup that looked suspiciously like a washed-out condiment cup and a turkey baster with the first plug held awkwardly together in one hand.
He hadn't said a word when he let himself be coaxed into a bending position, his costume pooled down around the tops of his boots as he held his capture weapon in hand and allowed his husband to figure out the turkey baster, the sucking sound making him want to back out yet he held his tongue. And it was by far the weirdest thing he'd ever done. It wasn't as strange as he initially thought; his husband had come in him countless times in their life and he had used plugs many times.
However, today it felt very off-putting to know he was holding something inside of him that wasn't the usual bodily fluids. It was mortifying honestly. Throughout the day he was stiff, hesitant to move too fast or bend too far in fear of the plug slipping out and his costume getting wet with the liquid; this little fear led him to the bathroom far more often than he would like. While he was never afraid of using a urinal, he dashed into the first stall he would see, and check that it was still snuggly fit before leaving the room with a blush on his face.
This got him curious looks from his colleagues and students alike that did little to soothe the fierce heat in his face. He never thought a Friday could be so damn long. With July looming before them, the heat positively disgusting outside with its humidity, he found himself looking forward to those handful of weeks they'd get off where he could sleep in, nap, and do as he pleased until school kicked up again.
It was an unbearable sensation, however, to have that heat lazily puffing through an open window somehow that rivaled the cool air conditioning of the building and his own red face that he tried to blame on the hot weather outside only for it to fall flat. It felt like the heat, the time, and the fact he was very aware of that sensation in his ass that led the day to drag itself by slowly; so unbearable, unconceivably slow.
It was only when the bell rang shrilly and he was dismissing his class that he was sighing in relief; he may be showing those exhibitionist tendencies it was still stressful. He didn't enjoy it, he didn't find a pleasure in it during the day, when eyes were on him all the time that only made his predicament all the more mortifying; especially when Nemuri had winked at him when he entered the staff room and told him to get out of there only to crack her hand against his ass.
That was by far the worst thing that day. He snarled a string of threats at the woman who merely laughed at him, her blue eyes sparkling, as he left the room rushing right past Yagi who had been opening his mouth to speak. He didn't give it a chance with how fast he was flying down the hallway with those long, brisk steps with his sleeping bag and computer tucked or slung over his shoulder respectively.
He was flying out of the building in record time to find his husband waiting b the front gates with the car, beaming when he caught sight of him marching forward and he couldn't deny a trace of heat in his cheeks as he approached the car when he got closer to those bright eyes. The adoration he saw in them. Of course, when they got home the blonde ran to the bedroom with his hand held tight in the blonde's where he then shed his costume and boots.
He sighed as he bent over then allowed the blonde to not only switch out the plug for a different plug then seemed to produce two of those little cups. Where did he get them? When did he get them? He had pinched his lips together to keep from questioning the man as that mortifying turkey baster was used again twice; it was odd to have a liquid he knew was supposed to be hot be squeezed into him at a cold- no, room temperature?
Lukewarm? He couldn't pin the temperature down but it felt strange. Very damn strange. He didn't want to admit it, didn't breathe a word of it to Hizashi, but the second the plug was slid into place and he stood up it was odd; he knew realistically he couldn't feel it but his mind was half convinced he could. It was- He had no words for it. The blonde had then said he had to go to the bank, kissing him so enthusiastically he was left stunned.
Then left to wonder if Hizashi had had this idea for a while and merely waited for the right chance to bring it up. It's where it brought him to now; sitting on the couch staring down at his phone waiting for a text from his husband, his legs crossed and bouncing lazily. He propped his head against his fist when he let his gaze flick up to the TV before groaning as he swallowed down a yawn.
Then he reached up, digging his fingers into his eyes as he rubbed at them fiercely, dropping them as he fought the urge to fidget. If he had thought when he stood up, he felt sloshy or if he thought he felt that liquid vividly he was wrong. Damn wrong. Normally with a plug he wouldn't feel that pressure, would forget about it in a heartbeat even, but today was different. Today he was painfully, embarrassingly aware that the plug in him right now was the only thing holding everything in him and it created a pressure he didn't find himself very fond of.
It was- He didn't know how to explain it. He felt full? He felt not like when he had that day with the omorashi but it was similar, very similar and he wasn't sure how to explain that to his husband. He swallowed peering down when his phone vibrated in rapid succession against his thigh to which he scooped it up letting out a little breath; why he let the blonde tack on a little idea to the plugs, he had no clue, though he did admit it brought with it a sense of excitement.
Of that kinky energy that had been displayed time and time again since they started this challenge and while he would have been pleased just wearing and upgrading their plugs until they got to the newest, largest size he found himself rather interested. Curious. If he already felt full now, then just how much more would Hizashi try to squeeze into him? How much more would he allow? The vibration tore him out of his thoughts as he focused then tapped on the notification.
Zashi-chan: Hey, babes! I wanted to know; did you need anything particular for dinner? Or a snack or a drink?
Sho-chan: u know wht i wuld want 😏
Zashi-chan: Ughhhhh, SERIOUSLY who HURT you to make you like HOT DR. PEPPER and chocolate mixed together?
Sho-chan: hmmmm thts a gud question
Sho-chan: ask my mother
Zashi-chan: No thanks! I COULD just ask Suki about why you enjoy those things though! I'm sure she'd tell me EVERYTHING!
Sho-chan: good luck askin my sister tht
Sho-chan: shes so busy u wuldnt get a response any time soon
Sho-chan: ud w8 4-5 business days
Zashi-chan: How you hurt me! But fine! Fine, I'll get you some Dr. Pepper and chocolate! 😤
Zashi-chan: I will commit the abominations before life and stray further from the light God if it makes you happy!
Sho-chan: it does
Sho-chan: it pleases me gr8ly 😈
Sho-chan: but i got everythin 4 dinner so dont worry
Zashi-chan: Sweet! Then I'll get your stuff and my stuff! Oh! When are the kids coming to get Eri?
Sho-chan: already came
Sho-chan: they brought her to the park
Zashi-chan: Awww, cute! WE should take her to the park sometime! Oh, oh! Let's go swimming this weekend! I didn't go last time! 😃
Sho-chan: of course, we will
Sho-chan: and fine idc when we go swim
Zashi-chan: AWESOME! Now, follow up question!
Sho-chan: shoot
Zashi-chan: How do you feel right now? Have you changed out the plug yet?
Sho-chan: i feel fine & um not yet
Sho-chan: y?
Zashi-chan: No real reason! I was going to ask if you minded waiting for me to get home! I'll be there in about five or so minutes, if you want to wait?
Sho-chan: i have no problems waiting
Sho-chan: well actually if ur gunna be here soon shuld i go w8 in the bedroom?
Zashi-chan: Sure! If you want! You don't have to, though! If you want to start poking around for dinner, instead go right ahead! 😊Ah, I'm at the register! I'll see you soon, babes! 😘❤️
Sho-chan: ❤️❤️❤️
When he stood up from his place on the couch it was an odd sensation; how heavy he felt, the sloshing sensation as his face burned when he clenched up around the plug instinctively. He didn't- How did he manage this with even a little inside him? When he had a much smaller plug? If he thought he was terrified of it slipping out earlier, it was nothing to the fear he had now; worried that this much bigger plug would slip out of its snug placement and he'd get it everywhere.
He'd soak his clothes, the floor, God knows what else. He was surprised, however, by the shiver that ran through him when his lips parted to take a breath; what? What, what, what? Why did he-? He cut the thought off shaking his head rushing across the floor towards the doorway ignoring that made-up, half convinced idea that the come in him was sloshing with his movements as he listened to the sound of his feet coming down a tad too hard on the floor.
Not quite a stomp but firm, hard steps that rang out as he made his way to the kitchen where he snagged a bottle of water from the fridge and then flew towards their bedroom. He did not find it arousing. He couldn't. There's no way he felt even a touch excited at the thought of something like that. He felt his face burning as he slid the bedroom doors open stepping inside, then shutting them behind him.
His heart fluttering was and his stomach squeezing before dropping with that excitement welling in him as a single important question came to mind; did he do this on his own? Or did he really want to wait for his husband? But what would Hizashi do when he got here? He swallowed pressing his hand to the door before pushing off walking towards their dresser as he twisted open the water.
Took three gulps at it before setting it down with the cap screwed on again. He lifted the cable box plucking up the small key quickly, sliding it into the lock and unlocking the drawer then tugging it open slowly. His eyes instinctively fell to his collar the second he had it open. The golden lock and key. He forced his gaze away as he reached in, picking up one of the newest plugs then shutting the drawer with his hip before he could even think of reaching in for his collar.
He loved it. He really, truly loved it. When he opened his gift on their anniversary, in those early hours when he had demanded a break and said three rounds was more than enough for the night as he danced closer and closer to that over stimulation so Hizashi had remedied that with another glass of wine and handed him his gift. He adored everything about it; the cool leather when it slid around his neck, that perfect snugness against his throat when it was locked into place.
The delicious impact of that heavy little lock thumping against his skin when it was clipped into place. How could he not love it? He turned to the bed letting out another little breath only to pull in a deep breath through his nose in, in, in until his lungs felt they would burst before letting it all rush out. He was fine. He didn't need his collar all the time but damn if the temptation wasn't there. He loved fiddling with the lock the way he would with his ring on its chain.
He loved lifting it then letting it fall to his throat again and again; it was comforting, it was relaxing, and God help him he wanted his husband to put it on him. Realistically, he knew if he truly wanted too, he could bring it to the bathroom and fasten it on right now but he didn't want to do it himself. He wanted Hizashi to put it on him. Wanted those green eyes marveling at him, sparkling with awe as the lock was allowed to fall into place against his throat.
He wanted to see those blonde lashes flutter in fast little blinks like he didn't want to miss a second of it. Wanted his husband's fingers sliding along his neck and throat as he brushed at him in the process of putting it on. He wanted to hold his hair up like it was a necklace being placed onto him; a pretty, beloved necklace that he wanted to wear every damn day. Turning from the dresser, he swallowed as if it would shove down that lust that was flickering under his skin.
Weaving, twisting, and smoldering like kindling in his stomach. He reached down gripping a fistful of his black tank top to which he didn't fight the urge to lift it up over his head. He let it fall to the floor, climbing up onto the bed, and he twisted into a sitting position shivering at the pressure that now seemed far more enticing. It was like a wicked little secret that made itself known the second he sat down again and he bit at his lip pulling his phone from his pocket.
He wanted to switch out the plug; he wanted to very badly but he didn't have the confidence that he could do it on his own. He was sure, very sure, if he did it on his own, he'd lose all of it right away. How Hizashi had gotten this new one in earlier without spilling anything was a true magic trick. He had three of those little cups worth of come in him and if he did it alone, he'd get it everywhere.
What would Hizashi do when he got home? Would he be coaxed to hold more? Or would he be touched so tenderly, palms brushing over his skin and nails dragging lightly until he was squirming on the blanket eagerly? Would he be kissed so fiercely his very breath would be impossible to hold down? It surprised him when that low, quiet moan slid out of him and he twitched as he reached a hand up pinching his lips together, pressing his fingers against them as if it would stop the noise from repeating.
From being heard. The ache that settled in his groin, the twitches of interest his dick gave, had him swallowing again as if to keep the noise down. To keep it from repeating when the doors slid open and he looked over as his husband slipped into the room then shutting the doors quickly. The bag rustled as it swung from its place tucked into his elbow.
The blonde turned to him with those green eyes flicking to the plug in his hand. Then up to his flushed face where his fingers pressed against his lips that trembled beneath them. He narrowed in on the little bag his husband held under his arm; the turkey baster with it, and he tried his best to surprise the shiver that zipped over him as that little lock was flipped even if he knew there wasn't a chance of either child of theirs walking up to the doors.
It was quiet for a moment; a handful of seconds flew by, his heart beginning to race in his chest. Sickening with it's thud as he stared at his husband who then slowly smiled at him; an easy, twitching smirk, eyes flicking over him again before settling on his gaze as brows raised up. Interest. Playful, teasing. "What are you doing there, baby?"
"N-Nothing!"
He hated that he yelped the word as he fought the urge to throw his hands down into his lap; he wasn't hard, not nearly close to it, but that ache, the twitches, they felt far too obvious even to himself when those eyes burned right at him and he then let his own gaze flick to the turkey baster, the little bag, then back up to his husband's smiling face.
"W-What do you have?"
"Oh, the snacks, the drinks, and the knowledge that I've allowed myself to stray further from God's light!" He raised his brows at the blonde when he sat the plastic bag down on top of the dresser, the thunk of bottles coming down on the wooden surface, and he swallowed when the blonde turned to him with that wide, devious smile on his lips as the turkey baster, the bag was held up then wiggled at him. What were-?
"What is that? What do you have?"
"Well! Remember when we were talking about how to store as much as we could and I said I'd find a way? Well, I have an acquaintance who works down at the sperm bank! I asked him if he could freeze a few cups for me and he said that was easy peasy!"
He didn't. Holy shit, he cannot believe this man! "Hizashi, you did fucking not!"
"I did! I picked them up and we let them dethaw before I left! So, they're honestly ready to go, might be a bit colder compared to what you've already got inside you but would you want it? A few little cups more? I'll make sure you don't spill anywhere though it might get messy either way."
Oh, he wanted to. He wanted to crawl to the edge, press his hands to it and arch his hips up to his husband to take care of it. To twist, wriggle and move that plug in shallow little thrusts that had his toes curling before it was pulled out slowly and a new one was eased in. Yet the promise of it getting messy either way? Those words triggered a burning, simmering flash of heat beneath his skin as he squeezed his thighs together in response to that ache that sprung happily to life.
As if he could hide the twitch his dick gave before he swore, he felt that lazy, languid rush of blood downwards; as if he could feel every single drop slithering through his veins. Fighting the urge to squirm, to wriggle his hips, he nodded as he rolled onto his knees knowing if he spoke, if he said a damn word, he'd whimper and whine his words to which he would never live it down. He couldn't.
He turned when the blonde smiled with a smug, victorious edge to it as those eyes smoldered at him making him feel a weak rush of that breathlessness; he turned putting his back to Hizashi as the blonde walked over to the bed and while he couldn't see it he wouldn't be surprised if there was a skip to his steps. Hands on his back pushed at him, coaxing him forward as he shifted, allowing his knees to spread then dig into the mattress as he pressed his chest to the mattress and hands slid down his back making him choke down a whine.
They gripped his waist arching his hips up as high as they could possibly could go given his position and he wanted to offer to pop up on his feet, to arch them up further. To keep from spilling somehow. The hums, quiet and sweet behind him were relaxing making him want to hum along; he knew the song, recognized it, and it was a personal favorite of his yet he couldn't bring himself to do so.
Couldn't bring himself to ruin that sweet sounding hum from his husband. Fingers pulled his pants down to his thighs, the air chilly as it hit his skin and he shivered as he rubbed his cheek against the blanket, his fingers curling into loose fists beneath his chest. His heart skipped wildly when the plug was nudged; pushed forward then happily pushed on as if the blonde weas pushing a button.
Shallow, bouncing movements that had him swallowing down another whine as he closed his eyes fighting the urge to squirm, to wriggle, when he felt the blonde begin pulling then pushing the plug in shallow little thrusts that had goosebumps breaking out over his skin at the lust, the excitement, that flared. He parted his lips to take a breath through his mouth though it hitched audibly when he felt the plug being pulled out and he whined quietly once he felt it slid out, fighting the urge to clench up in an attempt to keep anything from coming out prematurely.
He heard the sound of the bag being opened up; the rustling of those little cups being pulled out followed by the cracking noise of a cover ebbing open; heard the turkey baster being squeezed with a sucking sound. He bit at his lip while Hizashi continued humming as if this were nothing more complicated than preparing dinner or fixing a little problem. As if this wasn't making him burn.
He twitched when he felt the tip of the baster pressing against him and heard a quiet change in that hum leaving his husband at what he knew was aiming for a comforting pitch as the tip was wiggled in easily due to the stretch of the plug. He then took a fast breath before holding it down. He buried his face into the blanket fighting down a little moan that threatened to burst out of him when his husband squeezed the end of the baster and he squeezed his fists tighter at the feeling of come rushing into him at that lukewarm temperature.
Room temperature? He didn't know but it made him positively flare with heat. His breath trembled against the blanket, hoping it was muffled successfully as the tip was pulled out followed by those same little noises of a cover being opened, the sucking sound of the baster. A wash, rinse, repeat sensation. He- How did he describe the feeling that came with it? Lust? Excitement? A strangeness?
It did feel strange knowing it was his husband's come but it wasn't, well, coming from the source of it. Wasn't hot. It was off putting. Strange, off putting, and detached yet it felt good in a very weird, eye squint and head tilt way. His breath trembled as the tip was once again being wriggled into him, his heart pounding quickly against his chest with the excitement, and he couldn't swallow down that soft moan as again that rush of liquid was repeated when he tensed feeling a drip.
A line of liquid against his skin and Hizashi clicked his tongue gently before reaching down to wipe it away. He didn't think he could hold anymore; if Hizashi did another little cup it would all come gushing out. More than half of it, that much he knew. So, he held his breath when the blonde then plucked up the new plug he'd abandoned on the blankets and heard him walking around the bed only to feel a stab of embarrassment at the realization that the turkey baster was still in him.
It was being used as a make-shift plug but it wasn't working; he felt another drip making his breath hiss in as he turned his head looking to his husband, the blonde walking around the bed briskly causing his hair to bob against his neck from the bun he'd pulled it into. He heard the crack of their newest bottle of lube being opened, the slick sound over the plug and he whined when he felt a third drip that had him clenching tightly.
He needed the plug. Needed it now. It was going to be trickier, far trickier than earlier and Hizashi even seemed to understand it. He felt the baster wriggle then felt the brush of fingers against his skin with the little smear of lube against his skin with the tip of the plug pressing against his hole and he held his breath. Could he do it? Was it going to work? He hoped so. God, he hoped so. The size of that plug was intimidating; had been when they bought it, when he opened it from the package, and he knew it would leave him gaping the second it was pulled out.
It was something made to stretch muscles and he knew when it was pulled out everything would be gushing out whether he wanted it too or not. He shivered at the thought; he fought the urge to squirm, to bark at his husband to do it already when he felt a fresh drip down his thigh only for the baster to be pulled out and his breath wheezed out of him when the new plug was pushed forward sliding into place.
It stretched him. It stretched him good already. It burned lightly, of course, from the sudden push but nowhere near as bad as it would if the lube hadn't been used and he instinctively clenched up around it as the flat bottom pressed against his hole and he groaned low in his throat at the pleasure that burst from the action. And this wasn't even the biggest one. He heard Hizashi's breath hitch behind him to which he began pushing himself up onto his forearms.
Turning around to his husband even IF he was a touch embarrassed by the erection that was happily resting against his stomach and yet he was gasping when Hizashi's tongue lapped over his skin. He shivered groaning as the man licked up the drips that had escaped and he turned as soon as his husband moved back, pushing and squirming onto his knees as he reached out to the blonde who surrendered far faster than he expected as those lips pressed against his.
He curled his arms around the blonde's shoulders, sliding his hands down his back relishing in the hands sliding down his sides slowly. The soft brush of those palms had goosebumps breaking out over his skin yet again and he moaned quietly against the lips pressing harder against his own. It held a heat, a lust, that burned right down to his core. He clutched fistfuls of his husband's cardigan in his hands, kissing his husband fervently and urgently.
Shivering as hands slid up and down his sides before curving backwards towards his back relishing in the intensity of the kiss. It was like their anniversary night; it felt like his husband wanted to devour him head to toe. He breathed quickly through his nose, not quite panting though he knew it would only take one touch, one action, from the blonde to have it crest upwards towards it. The smacking of their lips moving quickly, urgently and the heat it sent smoldering under his skin.
The quick breaths being taken and the quiet whispering of those palms brushing against his skin were thrilling. Exciting. Unbearable, amazingly exciting. He was melting against his husband, releasing the fistfuls of his cardigan to push at it to which the blonde lifted his hands from his skin to shrug it off and he reached down tugging Hizashi's shirt up, brushing his fingers across his stomach making it quiver beneath the touch.
The blonde pulled from the kiss with a smack, tugging the shirt up over his head. He then slid his hands along his husband's waist leaning down kissing his sternum, the piercings winking at him playfully in the light. He had to admit he was disappointed when his husband changed them back to studs. He'd loved the hoops, wanted them to remain, but Hizashi had caught them one too many times on his clothing.
While he understood why the man had Nemuri help him change back to studs but it still created disappointment when he saw them. However, if it was between his wants and his husband's pain or discomfort, he would choose to solve his husband's problem first. After all, Hizashi said he wouldn't never put hoops in again. Just not for everyday use. It was the best feeling to have those muscles quivering under his lips as he moved down his husband's stomach, following his happy trail to the waistline of his pants to which he reached up unbuttoning them.
Leaning in to bite down on the zipper delicately with his teeth. The metal bit into his teeth in response as he moved downwards sliding his hands from his husband's waist down to his thighs rubbing at the trembling muscles happily and listened to the quiet little sound that the zipper made as he moved downwards. He slid his hands back up to the waistline, curling his fingers over it then tugged down quickly making a squeak leave his husband.
Smirking at hte reaction from the blonde as the clothing was yanked down to his thighs. Adorable. he felt his mouth water as he stared at his husband's half hard, twitching erection that seemed to be hardening up right before his eyes eagerly. He licked his lips looking up at the blonde who was watching him with awe, fascination and he smirked at those wide green eyes, the sight of Hizashi's mouth hanging open. He loved it.
"G-Goddamn, Sho! Using a little plug and some cum in you and you're like a damn feral animal! Jesus, baby, how can you get so horny so fast?"
"Don't ask." He replied quickly reaching a hand up curling it around the stiff erection, letting his smirk widen when a little wheezing breath left his husband, and he shivered at the heat he could see ripping through the surprised look in those wide eyes to which he swallowed as he began stroking lazily.
A soft hitching breath rushed in then out quickly as he watched his husband's lips tremble silently for once; as if he were the one struck speechless. As if he didn't know what to say and he loved that he could do that; that he had the ability to make his husband just as flustered. It made him feel powerful, made him feel absolutely untouchable, and it made him feel like he was the most desirable person on the world to strike not just anyone speechless.
No, he had struck Hizashi Yamada speechless. A man who didn't know when to shut up. "Anyways, I should be saying that to you. You're getting hard real fast, Zashi, and honestly, I'm starting to think you're not even perverted anymore but rather a true degenerate. Don't you think so? Always wanting to fuck me, wanting to do shit like this, so how about you tell me how you got so horny?"
"Cheeky little thing!"
He felt the corners of his lips twitching as if to spread wider, the muscles in his cheek aching lightly as they burned hotly staring up at the blonde as he continued that lazy stroking, leaning up to kiss the head happily getting a hitching breath from his husband as he watched a similar smirk curling over his husband's lips. Devious. Wicked. Playful. He chuckled low in his throat though he knew if he hadn't thought twice that it would have come out as a giggle and the last thing he didn't want was to giggle.
Last time he did it sober his husband cooed and fawned over him for hours trying to get it to happen again much to his annoyance but he understood; it was why he liked making his husband giggle and laugh too. It was a sweet, heartwarming sound. He just didn't like being pestered about it. He heard an echoing little chuckle from his husband as a hand slid into his hair pushing his bangs away from his face.
"How about you use that cheeky little mouth of yours and suck my cock?"
He didn't need a single coaxing suggestion from his husband. Not one. He slid his hand upwards rubbing his thumb across the head with that same lazy movement he'd used to stroke and pressed his lips to the twitching shaft starting from the base loving the little shiver he saw move over Hizashi. He crawled up to the middle before flattening his tongue licking his way up to the head, moving his hand down below his chin where he'd been previously and he loved the little breathless sound leaving his husband as he licked at the head.
Even if they didn't have sex, even if it was just a blow job, he didn't mind. Didn't mind one little bit. He was, strangely enough, having the time of his life in this very weird scenario. He had given his choice to Hizashi; he wanted to use plugs. His husband, in return, built upon that idea and somehow made it even better. It was still weird -weird as fuck honestly- yet he couldn't deny it that it felt good in that weird way.
He swirled his tongue around the head closing his eyes for a moment, cutting off that eye contact, and he shivered when hands slid carefully into his hair. He then closed his mouth around the head only to flatten his tongue against the slit pulling a moan from the blonde. He sucked softly earning him a twitch of those hips beneath his hands as he then sank down eagerly pausing at the halfway mark. He relaxed his jaw, inching down hesitantly past it only to pause when he got that silent wave telling him if he went an inch further, he'd gag.
In fact, he could feel his throat tightening with the urge to do so. Nails dragged lightly, comfortingly against his scalp and he hummed softly at the tingles of pleasure breaking through that excitement. The groan he got from his hum had him taking a breath, using a touch of strength to increase his humming making another low sound leaving his husband as fingers began twisting gently into the locks of hair and he felt shivers over him as he squeezed the twitching hips.
He wasn't being rushed, wasn't being forced down, and yet it's what he wanted. Rough, rough, rough, he wanted Hizashi to force his head to his pelvis where he would huff those little breaths as that euphoria twisted inside him with the feel of that twitching shaft sliding so easily down his throat. He wanted it. Wanted rough, wanted to be shoved up and down wildly until he couldn't breathe.
Ah, there it was. There it was; that urge, that quiet whispering desire he hadn't felt in what felt like ages. The urge, the desire, to be choked. To have his air cut off as he tried desperately to suck, to lick, and breathe each time that shaft slid down his throat. Or, or, or, that hand clenching his throat tighter, tighter, tighter. Oh, he wanted that so fervently. It slammed and threatened to strangle him under its weight as he moaned softly, focusing on relaxing his throat when he felt that light push on his head.
It was only when he swallowed, breaking his humming, that he was pushed down carefully but insistently triggering a weak gag to break free yet the second he was at his husband's pelvis he couldn't help but feel annoyed. He didn't want gentle today. He wanted fast, hard, rough, desperate hands on him and yanking at his hair until his sore scalp shrieked with pain. He swallowed again opening his eyes then looking up only to shudder as he dug his nails into his husband's skin.
It was- God, it was all of it. The little wrinkle between those tightly drawn together brows, the way those blonde lashes fluttered with each slow blink and how those green eyes smoldered down at him. The flush to his cheeks, the way his mouth had dropped open with those quiet huffing breaths. His pupils were blown wide from what he could see and the desire, the lust, in them unmistakable.
Focused on him. It had that heat flaming under his skin as his knees dug into the edge of the bed and he clung to his husband's hips as he moaned when fingers tugging lightly at his hair prompting him to begin bobbing his head. He was being looked at like that. Hizashi was looking at him like that. It never, ever failed to get him excited. Never ever would it not make him positively, utterly and completely flame with heat.
He sucked at the twitching shaft, moving his tongue as he bobbed his head and he loved, loved, loved that weight pressing down on his tongue as the head hit the back of his throat depending on how far up, he slid. He moved down back to the base, moaning out as it slid down his throat, limiting the strength and quantity of his breaths, rendering them to tiny little puffs as those hips weakly ground against his mouth.
Next time he even thought of giving his husband a blow job he was going to demand for a harsh one. He bobbed his head faster, sucking and swallowing cringing internally at that quiet little slurping noise that rang out each time he did yet Hizashi's moaning above him spurred him on. Even the hands coaxing and pressing on his head as if to make him go faster. It was amazing how quickly he'd forgotten about the plug.
Forgotten all about it after the burn, the discomfort had melted away, only for him to be reminded very vividly of its placement when the internal muscles quivered at the thought, the want for more, and he shivered groaning as he felt a droplet of saliva that had welled up in the corner of his mouth roll down his chin. He grunted when his husband's phone, tucked in his pants pocket, began ringing shrilly.
God, why did this always happen? It was annoying, it was cliché, and he was going to tell Hizashi to turn the damn thing off when they were getting down to it; in fact, why hadn't he brought that up yet? His brow twitched when it began ringing again yet he had to feel some happiness, some smug satisfaction when neither hand in his hair moved to find his phone. To know he was more important than anyone calling sent tingles of pleasure that pooled right down to his stomach.
He stared up boldly, challenging the blonde to answer it when the damn thing began ringing for a third time, and yet those eyes didn't stray from him; those hands didn't move. He suckled at the twitching shaft, pulling back just far enough to taste that bitter tracing of a drop of pre-come on the back of his tongue which he moaned happily at. He may not be into swallowing like his husband recently was but he could appreciate those little tastes because they meant that his husband was feeling good.
That he was making Hizashi feel that damn good. He wasn't surprised, however, when a series of vibrations from the phone rang out that also went ignored by the blonde and he wasn't surprised when he was pulled up off of his husband's erection rather quickly. It wasn't the longest blowjob he'd ever given but he was allowed to suckle and lick at the head smearing the newest drop of pre-come with his tongue before being tugged off.
"L-Let me get a towel, alright? Do you want to stand or-?"
He swung his legs off of the bed sitting on the edge making the blonde smirk as he leaned down pressing a soft, sweet kiss to his lips that he sighed at when the man then broke it quickly rushing around the bed tugging his pants up just enough so he wouldn't make those stiff waddling steps. He smirked in response at the sight of his husband's bare ass as he rushed to the bathroom, tugging his pants up as high as he needed and he had to admit he would like to see that awkward waddle of his pants being too low.
It was always a hilarious but adorable sight to see. It didn't take long for his husband to come rushing out with a towel in hand, the other gripping his pants up still making him chuckle at the sight when the blonde shot a pouty look at him before dissolving right into that smirk again. He hummed quietly as he watched as the blonde laid out the towel. A chill that brought goosebumps with it rolled over him.
Would Hizashi be faster than the plug? Faster than the gravity? He slid off the bed turning around pressing his chest to the bed as he planted his feet apart. "Good boy!"
Shivers. He whimpered quietly to himself as he curled his fingers ever so slightly against the blanket, his heart racing quickly as his stomach dropped excitedly and his breath shook lightly at the cheerful praise. He loved it. He fucking loved being called that; it triggered some happy little response that left him euphorically excited, eager to prove how good he could be. He swallowed when he felt fingers tugging and pushing the plug; those tiny little thrusting motions that seemed to wiggle and nudge at the plug as he clenched around it instinctively.
A low moan left him when the fingers of another hand reached down to rub at his taint, the sensitive pleasure bursting through him making him gasp at how it shot right through him. He was hot. Burning, burning, burning. His legs trembled lightly from the stimulation, his lashes fluttering as he blinked rapidly to keep from shutting them and he sucked in a quick breath when the quiet slick noise of lube being spread sounded out surprising him; when had Hizashi grabbed it?
He- Condom. He wasn't- He didn't have a condom on, did he? He shuddered at the thought; if he thought it was going to spill earlier it was nothing compared knowing his husband would have to be fast the second he pulled out that delightful little plug that was stretching him open far wider than he ever experienced before and he knew, knew, knew if his husband wasn't fast it would going to utterly pour out of him to the towel.
Yet he knew it would leak out when his husband pushed in; it was only natural given liquid would always find a way to ooze out when a solid object was pushed into it and it had him shuddering as he began taking faster, shuddering breaths. Even if his husband was fast enough, he knew the second he came that would be it; it was going to overflow and not a thing would stop it. All these options, all these situations, ended in only one thing and it thrilled him.
He had found it disgusting initially, had thought it would be far too gross for him to consider, yet here he was leaning back eagerly as the plug then was being pulled out of him inch by inch, his muscles quivering around the toy as if to keep it inside of him and he had to admit he did. He wanted to keep the plug in, he didn't want to take it out, and yet he knew nothing was going to be better than his husband thrusting into him slickly thanks to his stretched muscles.
He hadn't needed this bigger, thicker plug when he'd been wearing one for hours, going up a size when he got home that he'd worn for a few hours and he knew he was more than ready. Far past ready. He was trembling, his breaths shaking quietly as quiet reedy noises left his throat as the plug was pulled out far enough that he knew the blonde could tug it out quickly and slide forward to replace it.
Though it was unspoken, they both knew it would be just as tricky as replacing the basters for the plug. It was hard to tell who was breathing harder; him or Hizashi. His head was spinning under the effect of the excitement; he felt light, airy and like he was flying upwards faster than he'd like. He sucked in three fast breaths before holding it down when the plug was very quickly pulled out of him; it was immediate, the feel of that liquid dripping out of him quickly and then a slick, wet sound that was so vulgar it should have left him feeling shamed as Hizashi slid into him slickly.
Felt his face burn at the lines of the come slipping down the backs of his thighs, to the towel beneath them. The wrecked, guttural moan that left his husband was hot. It was- All of it was fucking hot and he didn't know what to do with himself. His skin itched with those slow droplets rolling down his legs slowly, crawling down his thighs and he trembled when the blonde pulled back shallowly then thrusting forward creating that wet sound again.
It was so slick, so disgustingly lewd yet it did nothing but make him burn . His pants were drying out his throat as he wriggled his hips forward then backwards in a shallow thrust of his own pulling another guttural moan from the blonde as hands slid down his waist to his hips squeezing tightly as he trembled under the tight hold and he moaned loudly when the blonde began thrusting slowly.
So slow. Yet he didn't mind as that same wet noise was created again and again, drips rolling down his skin with each forward and backwards slide of those thrusts which he had to admit he didn't mind whatsoever. He was- It should make him embarrassed; he should feel shame, he should feel mortified, he should be telling Hizashi to stop and he should have said no he didn't like this. But he'd be a liar.
Oh, he'd be a horrible liar. He was burning, squirming, whimpering and whining breathlessly under the crushing weight of the lust, the arousal, twisting inside of him in a fight to go nowhere but up making him moan. He was burning up, his skin felt feverish without him needed to touch it, and his face was uncomfortably hot, his cheeks throbbing gently under the heat of the blush that scalded under the skin and his forehead felt clammy as his hair slithered over his shoulders making him twitch.
He was burning up and he was going to drown under it. He let himself rock back and forth, keeping a firm stance with his feet as he slid himself forward and backwards meeting his husband's thrusts as nails began clawing at his hips making his whimper fly right up into a moan. He wasn't- God, he should find this disgusting. But he couldn't. He couldn't. How could he not? It was hard to explain; so hard, but he loved it.
He wanted to do it again, again, again. He'd damn well invest in a freezer or something of sperm bank quality if he had too just to do this again at some point. Meeting those thrusts, he panted quickly feeling his husband's arms trembling against his sides, knowing the man was shaking much like himself and he felt that rush of pride; that rush of smug satisfaction that he was again managing to make the blonde feel good.
It was all he wanted; all he needed. He tightened up around the blonde pulling a loud, keening moan from the man as his hips jumped forward in a frenzy and that wet, squishing noise had him shivering with a high, reedy whimper leaving him. He then felt a few new droplets rolling down his thighs, those previous drips having reached down his heels only to be soaked up by the towel beneath his feet.
He would need a shower, one hundred percent, and he knew he wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself if Hizashi jumped in with him. He never could but today felt particularly desperate. Felt so damn good that he just wanted to touch, to caress, to squeeze and hold his husband. He gasped as his hair trembled around his face when he looked over hearing his own phone ringing and he groaned loudly when the blonde continued thrusting, speeding up quickly allowing for the familiar sound of their skin meeting again and again.
The sound of those sharp slaps mixing with the wet noise had his eyes rolling back. He couldn't handle this. He didn't know how to handle it, and he was loving every second of it. He would forever, eternally, praise every damn God or mythical being in history his husband was a kinky bastard. That the blonde loved to build on his ideas. It was fucking good. There was nothing, nothing he was loving more than the absolute strength from those hips striking at him making him wobble forward against the bed.
His erection twitched against his stomach, leaking pre-come onto the skin and rubbing onto the blanket beneath him creating a friction that had him writhing with a loud moan flying out of him. He jerked backwards meeting those hard, fast thrusts delightedly as his phone went silent only to begin ringing once again annoyingly yet it was surprisingly easy to ignore it; so easy as he listened to Hizashi wild, frantic pants that mirrored his own.
How he could ever, ever, ever want someone more than Hizashi he'd never know. He didn't think it was scientifically, mentally, emotionally possible for him to want someone other than the blonde. To want someone as badly as he wanted him. He cried out when nails then clawed up his hips, a hand being lifted to crack down on his thigh; oh, impact play was something they hadn't done in a while.
He wanted-! He needed-! Everything. He needed, he wanted, everything! He gasped after that cry warbled off, his heart pounding wildly and sickeningly fast against his chest making the skin throb as he jerked his hips faster, faster, faster, prompting his husband to meet, to copy and respond in kind. He heard his phone ringing out for a third time to which he reached out blindly for it, slapping his fingers against the screen then picked it up pressing on the power button.
Jamming his thumb down, hand shaking lightly until it went silent and he threw it off to the side only to hear it tumble off the bed but he didn't care. He couldn't care about it right now. How could he care about anything, anything at all outside of this? How? It wasn't possible. Couldn't be. He wailed, the sound trembling and stuttering as his husband brought his hand down on his ass this time, the sharp sound of his hand connecting with the skin and the burn of it ripping over his feverish skin had his toes curling tightly with the pleasure.
Fingers then gripped tightly at the cheek, digging in making him moan at the pressure and strength used to grab his ass which he quite honestly loved. Oh, he fucking loved when Hizashi would grab at his ass during sex. He couldn't describe it but it sent heat blistering right through his veins. It was damn good. He had even done the same in their youth; it was just natural back then for his hands to gravitate down to that flat ass to grab and squeeze as he yanked the blonde forward faster, faster, faster.
Oh, he wasn't helping himself one bit. He wasn't doing a damn thing but get himself hotter, get himself more worked up than before as he moaned into the blankets as if it would muffle his own voice. Hizashi then wailed out when he clenched up around him, squeezing as tightly as he could until even, HE felt the muscles quivering gently with the strength he used and that had him wobbling on his feet from the hard thrusts he got in return for such an action.
The hand on his ass squeezed tightly for a moment, pulling a groan out of him before it slid away to grab his hip again. He then moaned loudly when the hands then began yanking him in time with the blonde's thrusts as he moved faster, coming back harder. He loved it. He- How could he ever describe how damn good this felt? He was moaning loudly, groaning in those low pitches, and whimpering out while his husband grunted and moaned behind him.
Flinching slightly at the increasing frequency, the pitch rising higher, and trembling out of him as they boarded in that keening way. It was- Oh, how did he ever get dressed? How did he ever leave this room? How did he ever spend hours, hours, hours not touching, holding kissing, and biting the blonde? Scratching, clawing, squeezing, and clinging to the man? It was wild. He knew that, while he may not always want sex, there was nothing he loved more than those moments when all he wanted was all the hours in a day to praise and love his husband's body.
To brush his hands over every single inch of the man's slender body. To truly get on his knees and pray the man touch him; to howl and scream his name like he was a God he needed mercy from, a King he needed to show his devotion too, and he wanted to do it all the time. Hell, the way his husband slurred or groaned his name, moaning or whimpering it, screaming it in the throes of his orgasm was always shudder worthy, always tipped him over.
It was if that thought, that notion he had, was applied to him as well. Like Hizashi had to praise him, had to love him, and he returned that easily. He tore himself out of his thoughts as he felt lips crawling up his clammy back, the feel of that tongue licking up the curve of his spine and the metal ball rubbing his skin as he did so pulling a moan out of him. He knew what was coming. He knew what his husband wanted.
"M-Mmmmmnn! Yes! Yes, do it, do it, do it! Please, Zashi, please!" He wailed out as teeth nipped at the back of his shoulder playfully, teasingly, as the feel of that chest pressed tight to his back and that lewd, vulgar wet sound rang out in time with the slapping of their skin. He shuddered at the hot breaths against his skin as the man groaned softly against it. His throat felt dry, painfully dry in fact from his rasping pants yet he couldn't stop to swallow; he was ashamed of that.
Embarrassed, he could shut his mouth to soothe his throat, to keep the pooling saliva in his mouth from spilling over yet he was helpless to do so resulting in a damn dry throat and beads of drool spilling past the corners of his lips disgustingly. Everything, everything, everything about this should be gross. He should be disgusted by it all but he wasn't, God he wasn't. He howled out as teeth sank into his shoulder, a fierce suction being applied instantly.
He writhed against his husband as he jerked his hips in the frenzy of the blonde's hips hitting against him. God, he loved it when Hizashi bit down. When his teeth sank into his skin harder, harder, harder as he slammed against him. Nothing better in his opinion. It was just like being spanked or being tied up; it was euphorically amazing and he wanted more. More bites, more of that strength being displayed by those hips. He wanted it all. He jerked, the teeth sinking harder against his shoulder pulling a cry out of him.
"Yes! Yes, yes, fucking yessss! Ah! Ah, fuck me! Fuck, it's so- God! Ohh, my fucking God! You're- Fucking shit! I can't- Nnnnghh! Hnn, Zashi! Zashi, Zashi, Zashi! It's- Mmm! I love it! Love it! Love you! So much! L-Love it all! Ah, yes! Ahhhnn, fuck me harder! Faster! Shit, like that! Th-That- There! There, Zashi, there!"
He was screaming out, howling his words as the blonde moaned loudly against his skin making him shudder from the vibrations it created by the pitch that had his ears ringing lightly once it was over yet he didn't care; didn't mind it, didn't care, didn't give a fuck. The angle of those hips had changed, striking at his prostate sending sizzling waves up his back making him writhe as his legs trembled as if threatening to give out on him.
As if they couldn't take a single minute more of standing here. He was panting, listening to them crack, hiccup or stutter out of him from how fast they rasped in and out of him as his lungs demanded more air long before they even had a chance to deflate even a bit and he was dizzy from that sensation alone. And then, then, then, as if to drive him crazy, the blonde used his grip on his hips to pin them down to the bed rubbing his erection against the blankets and he wailed out.
It was aweing to hear it crack, sounding wilder than anything he ever thought he could produce. As if his body produced it from his very core. He jerked and jolted, writhing as he panted wildly. His husband was going to kill him. He was going to burn alive and there was no stopping it. Why his husband would ever assume he could last with something like this, he had no idea, and yet he felt his husband's erection beginning to twitch.
Throbbing lightly sending shivers down his spine as it encouraged him to clench down around the blonde. He squeezed tightly making the teeth leave his shoulder finally, the skin growing cold from the absence of the heat provided from his husband's mouth and huffing breaths as the man positively wailed as he clutched tighter at him squeezing his hips painfully tight. He loved it. Loved being held like he was something precious, something his husband couldn't let go of for a second.
"Goddamn Shouta! Y-You really like h-having a plug in all f-ffffucking day? How can you be so- Mm! Ahh, fuck! Yes! Squeeze me tighter, baby, tighter! Oh! Je- Hell fucking yes! Yes. yes! I- Nnngh! Yo-You're so good! So fucking g-gooood!" He shuddered whimpering loudly as the blonde gasped as he bent his head down peppering his shoulder with a flurry of wild kisses as that breath huffed wildly against his shoulder.
"I-I do! I do, Zashi! Mmm! I love it! Ah! Haah, please! Please, h-hhharder, Zashi! Please! Again- Nnnghn! There! I need- Ahhhnn, fuck me! F-Fuck me, fuck me so good! Mmmng! So- Fuck! Love it! More, Zashi! More, more! I wan' more! Gi-Give it to me s-so good! Hnngg like that! Mmnnn! Yes!"
"I f-fucking love you, baby, I love! Such a good boy, such a damn g-good boy! All mine! I want-Yes! Fuck yes, Shouta! Harder, move- like that! Like that, baby, l-like that! Mmm! Hell yeah! Yes! C'mon, fuck me so good, baby, sooo fucking good! Nnn! Haah, haah, yes! Fa-Faster, Shouta! Faster! G-Go fucking nuts, baby! G-God, you love my cock, huh? L-Love my cock so much? Love being f-full with my cum? Then it's a-all yours, baby! It's a- Yesss! Sh-Shouta! Shouta, Shouta, I'm gonna-!"
"Please! Please, Zashi, do it! C-Cum with m-me, love! Do it!"
It was amazing how fast a person could come; he had been sure, so sure, he was lasting a while longer but the hands squeezing his hips, the hits straight to his prostate, he couldn't. Those wet, slick sounds ringing out in between the slapping of Hizashi's skin hitting against his, the hands pressing him down harder and rubbing him against the sheets as grit his teeth, a moan flying out of him as a snapping, guttural growl left his husband from behind him.
It was hard to fight an orgasm once it was building; he knew he could edge himself, knew he could ask Hizashi to do so, but it felt so much better to go through with it than to stop it in its tracks. He was panting, gasping in for air as he got lost in the pounding hips that had him rocking forward, his hair flying around his shoulders, and the harsh rubbing of his leaking erection to the bed as it throbbed against his stomach and those lude wet noises mixing was all mixing together.
It was all melting together and he threw hie head back moaning loudly only for it to crest up higher, higher, higher as he then cried out stiffening against his husband as his orgasm snapped through him. He squirmed, he writhed, and he twitched through the first as he ground his teeth together again as he felt his come smearing against his stomach and the blankets but it was nothing when Hizashi came. It was like a strange pressure.
The heat of the fresh come spurting into him as the man moaned in that scratchy, keening pitch but that wasn't the best part to his foggy, frazzled brain. No, the best part was the fact his body couldn't hold all that liquid; it simply couldn't. There was no more space for any more causing it to ooze out, slipping down his leg's as his husband ground against him gasping for air. He whimpered loudly when the man squeezed him fiercely and clung to him.
He shivered when the blonde buried his face into his back grinding in place with another low, cracking moan. He could feel his husband's legs, his thighs, trembling against him much like the rest of that slender body and he couldn't tell who was trembling harder. He then shivered when his husband's hips slid backwards and he sucked in a breath only for it to come out on a groan as his husband pulled out with that disgustingly wet noise and that was it.
He buried his face into the blankets if it would erase him from existence, hide him away from the eyes on him as he felt the come trickling down his legs, gushing onto the towel beneath his feet as he shook, gasping at the flickers of heat. The curious little twitch his dick gave as he struggled to catch his breath. He whimpered when hands stroked up his back, those lines on his legs tickling lightly as they rushed down them. He loved it.
He- Fuck, he didn't know how to vocalize that. Lips then fluttered against his shoulders, his back, hands rubbing his waist softly with soft crooning noises leaving his husband. Or were they words? His brain wasn't quite working right as he lifted his face from the damp blankets, titling it to peer over his shoulder to find green eyes smoldering at him though a look of worry was clawing through as he forced his silent words, his trembling lips, to work with him.
"W-We're doing that again! I-I don't know when b-but I-!"
"Shhh, i-it's fine, baby, it's fine! Ca-Catch your breath first, okay? Come on, u-up on the bed. Lay down f-for a second." He let the blonde coax him up onto the bed, flat on his back as his chest heaved wildly with his pants and he was surprised by the weak little trickling sensation and he was in awe.
How was there so much left? How did he have any left in him? Had there been more than he realized? But that didn't make sense. Was-? He just couldn't understand it. He couldn't make sense of it. Had there been more in him than he thought? He groaned as the realization crashed onto him. His legs were soaked with lines of come, he was still leaking, and he was on the bed. He was getting the blanket disgustingly sticky and wet, he just knew it.
He groaned again thinking of the possibility the towel might be unsavable. It might just be ruined. Or could it all be washed off if it was done in time? Possibly. But could he, morally and reasonably, keep the towel knowing what it had been used for? He wouldn't feel exactly comfortable using it even when it was clean again so did he just let Hizashi have it? Or did they throw it away.
And then the blankets. God, everything had to be soaked in come and he didn't know how they'd go about cleaning. And then Hizashi came into view, a look of worry on his face from his groaning no doubt. "Shouta, baby, are you alright? You wanna take a shower?"
Oh? That's it? Hizashi- A shower? It sounded nice. Very nice when he felt sticky. Wet. Much different from the omorashi though he felt strange about this as well despite how much he absolutely loved it. Like he had wet the bed and was going to be scolded for it. However, his husband continued looking at him with that soft look of concern to his face and worry in his eyes as he reached out to touch his cheek when he then chuckled breathlessly.
He blinked lazily, forcing his gaze to lock onto his husband when offered a wicked little grin. "Y-You don't want to lick it up?"
The deepening of that red blush on his husband's sweaty face was absolutely worth it. He fucking loved that he could do that. So beautiful, the blonde was. Those golden locks had slipped from his bun hanging around his face wildly and the lashes that quivered in a fast blink, lips trembling wordlessly yet again. He was so pretty. He held his hands out weakly for the blonde who crawled over on top of him hesitantly.
Reaching up with trembling hands, he pulled that red face down to which he promptly covered it in fluttering little kisses. Targeted those freckles he loved and adored desperately, and hummed softly when Hizashi cleared his throat. "I- There's t-too much for me to lick up, Shouta. I'll wash you up i-in the shower, if you want, and tuck you into bed after I c-change the sheets and w-we'll cuddle until I have to go to work. Okay?"
"Mmmkay. I l-love you, Zashi. Can we wait a f-few minutes? I need- I feel tired."
"Take however long you need, baby. No rush, none at all."
He pressed a kiss to the bridge of his husband's nose, the tip of it, and he felt a hand brush over his sweaty forehead to which he closed his eyes at when lips pressed against his forehead as he melted under the affection given to him so freely, so openly. He curled his arms around Hizashi's shoulders holding the man down closer against his chest as he nuzzled his face into his throat happily while the man began humming softly.
He believed, truly believed, it was the vibrations had him sinking into the bed, relaxing as he hummed weakly back yet he didn't have the strength or the breath to follow along. Not when it felt like he was floating farther and farther away as lips pressed against his forehead, his hair, softly. He truly was lucky. Really, deeply, and truly. He'd have to express that to Hizashi later. Later, when he didn't feel so fuzzy. When he wasn't melting, falling, under the affection and that sweet humming provided to him by Hizashi.
"I love you, Shouta. Crazy little man that you are, I can't believe I got so lucky to have you. We'll get somethin' real good for dinner, I promise!
"Mmmkay. Lo' you too." He mumbled in response to the soft crooning whisper in his hair and the arms around him tightened as they rolled onto their sides and buried himself into those welcoming arms.